you a crazy girl i swear

Inch by Inch

[I got a request! Actually I got two requests in the same day, I couldn’t believe it. I’ll be working on the other one next, and I, ugh, I just hope their good. I picture it in my head and I can see it but I don’t know….But enjoy!]

“ – and after that he just wouldn’t stop laughing. I swear those boys are crazy, they have to get it from Will’s side of the family.”

You laughed, watching the screen of JJ’s phone as she showed a video of Henry making silly faces at Michael; the little toddler waving his chubby arms and squealing in delight with each contortion.  

“It’s so adorable, Henry was made to be a big brother. Thinking about having another one soon? Maybe a little girl this time so Garcia and I have someone to dress up and have tea parties with finally?”

You and Garcia had talked about that while JJ was pregnant with Michael. Both of you fantasizing over the clothes and toys you could buy for a baby girl. But with the bulge of shock coming from JJ’s eyes you knew that possibility was a ways away.

“I think I’m good for right now on the baby front. Maybe you two could just dress up each other. Right Spence?”


Glancing over next to you, Spencer blinked his eyes blearily. “Have you slept at all during this case?”

Child abductions had been happening in a small area of Wisconsin, and with no similarities between victims, Spencer had been the one to piece together that though they had no physical similarities, the children were all on the same medication. Leading them to the unsub which was the doctor that had prescribed them. But during that time you doubted the genius had used his bed even once, now beginning to nod in and out on the jet.

“I slept some. Just really tired now that it’s over.”

“Want a blanket?”

“No, no I’m good, thanks.”

JJ’s eyes crinkled. “Well, you need to be a little careful there, Spence, with the way you’re swaying you’re going to bop into Y/N’s skull.”

“Oh, hush, he’s fine. Go back to sleep, Spencer.”


“Oh, he’s gone.”

You laughed. “I’d say so. Hey, pass me some of those Cheetos.”

“You have three steps to the kitchen, get your own.”

“Don’t be like that, JJ, I always share with you. I’m only asking for a few – oh.”

During your debacle Spencer had decided to face plant onto your shoulder, and like JJ had predicted the thud of his skull had sent a sharp signal of pain up to you.

“How did he not wake up from that?”

“I have no clue. Should we wake him?”

You shook your head. “No harm in letting him lay there. Kind of feels nice if you discount the bruise I’ll have tomorrow.”

With that the two of you carried on your conversation, sneaking a few Cheetos from JJ’s bag while discussing where the next team dinner should be. Until you felt a Spencer moving next to you, in almost slow motion you watched as Spencer begin curling up against you, his body moving in closer to you.


“Want to move him now?”

Honestly, you didn’t. His chest pressed alongside your arm, his breath a millimeter from your ear, you could even feel his lips moving near it though nothing intelligible could be heard. He was warm, and he smelled nice, his hair somehow smelled spicy, woodsy.

Cinnamon. How the hell did he get his hair to smell like cinnamon?

Not unless one of the baristas attacked him with one of their seasonal flavors, it didn’t seem logical. But it fit him. It was nice and though JJ’s eyes stared at you in an incredulous amusement you pretended like nothing was out of the ordinary.

“So, I was thinking we’d spend Christmas Eve with the team and Christmas day with –“

And again, Spencer’s spastic motion cut you off. But this time…

“Oooh, I see Pretty Ricky copping a feel over there.”

Great, now Morgan knew what was going on. You huffed, carefully moving Spencer’s hand away from your chest only to have him flop it back in your lap.

“I think he like’s you, your body is like a magnet to him.”

Damn you and your baritone chuckle, Morgan.

JJ was covering her mouth to hide her smile. “I don’t think he’d be offended if you woke him.”

Before you could answer the hand began to shift and squeeze, tugging you closer to him.

“Hmmm, Y/N.”

With Morgan’s laughter the rest of the everyone’s attention was drawn to you, and you had no idea what to do.

“Tell you what Y/N, if you can last with him on you like that I’ll give you fifty bucks.”

Well, thanks Emily.

You still wouldn’t move him, not even out of liking it now. It was more of a point to make. It didn’t bother you, but them thinking it bothered you, bothered you. By the time you were getting ready to land Spencer had folded himself nearly across your lap, his face pressed into the thin fabric of your shirt, which you could feel a small wetness from what you guessed was him drooling. His arms encircled your waist fully now while one of his legs had tangled with yours. In short, the two of you looked like a mutant pretzel.

“Pretty Boy! Rise and shine! Come greet us and look at the mess you’re in.”

The yelling and the jolt of the jet making contact with the ground was enough to get Spencer to open his eyes. Blinking slowly before becoming large when he realized his position.

“Sleep well, Spence?”

The jeers were enough to get you to roll your eyes, as you patted Spencer’s knee in attempt to tell him it was all right. Everyone filing out before the two of you.

“I guess, you won, Y/N.”

You glared up at Emily as she tossed a fifty in your lap. With the two of you remaining Spencer fidgeted with his hands as he looked to you.

“What did you win?”

“Not waking you up while you did your yoga poses on me.”

“I’m sorry, Y/N. Are you mad at me?”

“Not really. Though you do get that they’re going to find out about us pretty soon now.”

“Probably, is that a bad thing?”

“No, I don’t think so, I just wanted to tell them in a better way than you slobbering on me.”

“I do not –“

Giving him a pointed look his mouth clapped shut. “Fine, I just, I can’t help it, you know? Whenever you’re next to me, my body knows somehow that you’re near and wants to be close to you.”

Giving his cheek a kiss, you wrapped your arms around your boyfriend’s neck. “My body likes your body close, it’s the reason I didn’t throw you off.”

Old love never dies

(A/N): I suck at titles so bad

Request:  I know requests are closed but I have to write this or I will forget. Can you do one where Steve gets injured during a mission and about to die and don’t want to be saved but the reader tricks him into treatment(w/ Peggys lipstick) bc she loves him?

Warnings: angst, almost death, swearing

Originally posted by knowles-morgan

   You had noticed the resemblance between you and Peggy but you had thought it was a crazy coincidence, maybe Steve just had a thing for “Peggy-esque” kind of girls but you slowly began to realize that you were wrong. Steve didn’t  like “Peggy-esque” girls, he liked Peggy and unfortunately for you and your feelings you were the best candidate for that. 

   You realized you looked just like Peggy, down to the bed of her nails, you talked like Peggy given that you came from the UK, and you had even realized she had the same strong-willed, stubborn personality that you had. Steve Rogers wasn’t attracted to you, he was attracted to Peggy Carter, and you just had to be the embodiment of his deceased lover. 

   You often found Steve talking to Nat and Sam about Peggy like she was his entire world or something. The way his eyes would shine brightly and how that smile would rise to his lips had your heart aching because you weren’t the one to cause that twinkle and smile, it was the image of long gone lover. 

   To say it hurt was putting it lightly. For months you had thought Steve liked you for you and in return you gave him your everything, he knew every secret, every little detail about your life. But that’s not what hurt the most, what hurt the most was that you had fallen in love with him, so completely and utterly in love and he didn’t reciprocate it. 

   Some nights you could hear Steve murmuring in his sleep, Peggy, peggy, peggy,” when you were right there, not even a foot away from him. Other times he’d not so blatantly be staring at old pictures of her, stroking over her face as though she was some porcelain doll that needed to be protected. 

   You knew you should spare yourself the pain, leave Steve and find someone who loved you for you, not some image of the woman he once loved and yet you couldn’t bring yourself too. Something about the way he’d hold you, kiss you, tell you he loved you, it felt all too real to be fake. So instead of leaving, like you so should, you stuck around, dealing with all the pain Steve Rogers dealt upon you. 

   Things had been worse for the wear for awhile now but this- this topped the cake. You’d been on a mission when everything suddenly turned to shit. One minute you were on the way out and the next you were being ambushed on all sides. 

   You had been in no way prepared for the fight which then led to this- this whole incident all together. 

   You had been fitting these Agents left and right when suddenly a shot ran through the air and within a moment you had been knocked to the ground, skidding across the dirt as the battle around you raged on. 

  Something deep within your gut was telling you that something had happened, something was wrong and as you slowly sat up you could definitely see why. Your gaze had immediately locked on the writhing form on the ground, all clad in his patriotic uniform. You sprang from the dirt, rushing to Steve’s side as he rolled around a bit, groaning in pain. 

   “Oh my god Steve,” You breath out as you attempt to hold him still, trying to get a good look at his wound or wounds. 

   “Hurts.” He hisses through gritted teeth and you could already see the sweat forming on his brow. 

   “Oh god, it’s okay,” You smooth your hands over his abdomen, stopping when he groaned in pain. “Is this it?” You ask as you gently prod a bit further only to be met by another groan of pain. “Okay, oh god, it’s okay Stevie, I’ve got you, we’re gonna get you out of here, get you some treatment and-” 

   “I don’t want to leave,” Steve whispers, “I don’t want treatment, I don’t wanna get better,” 

   “Steve, you don’t mean that, come on-” 

   “(Y/N),” Steve breaths out, gently cupping your cheek as he does so. “This is the end of the line for me, I don’t want to go on,” He gives you a sad smile and you know as you stare down at it that there would be no convincing him. He wanted this, wanted to die, wanted to be reunited with Bucky and Peggy. And who were you to stop him? After all, you didn’t really matter to him at all. 

   “Steve, please-” Tears begin to form in your eyes as you cradle his head in your hand, the other applying bits of pressure to his bleeding wound. You swallow thickly, going over your words in your head. “If not for me, do it for Peggy,” Steve slowly cracks one eye open to look up at you, his lips parting as he goes to answer your question. You stop him before he can say anything, leaning down to press your lips against his. 

   Recently you’d gotten a new lipstick and you had realized it was the same exact shade as Peggy’s had been. You were going to stop using it when you realized it made Steve happy and if he was happy well then, you were happy. And he was especially happy when he kissed you, no doubt relishing in the way you nearly- nearly tasted like Peggy. 

   “Steve please,” You pull away slightly, just enough to breath and talk, “Do it, please,” Steve is quite for a few moments, just staring up at you through hazy, half-lidded eyes. “Steve, Peggy would want you to,” Those words, those damn words mentioning Peggy seem to trigger something within him because he nods, grimacing slightly as he does so. An almost smile overtakes your features as you smooth your hand over Steve’s hair, just appreciating him for one moment before you start barking orders at everyone, demanding they get Steve out of there and to safety. 

   You watched as Sam and Tony carried Steve away, leaving you and the rest of the Avengers to battle the Agents. Your heart raced as you fought valiantly but it wasn’t do to said fighting, your heart was pounding in your chest because Steve, your Steve, was on the near brink of death and the only thing that had convinced him to stay was the thought of Peggy. 

   As soon as the fighting stopped you and the rest of the Avengers rushed to the hospital that Tony had said Steve was being treated at. It wasn’t too far and with the Quinjet you got there in no time. You realized it must have been silly to see all these supersuite clad adults running through the hospital, after all who ever saw such a thing? You did happen to note all the strange stares you had gotten but at the moment it wasn’t your primary focus. Right now all you needed to focus on was Steve and getting to his room before it was too late. 

   You come to a skidding halt beside the room door, the rest of the Avengers following right after. Immediately your eyes trained in on Steve’s body lying in the bed, motionless but breathing. You sigh in relief as tears begin to pool in your eyes, 

  It’s okay, he’s okay now, he’s alive and breathing and-

   Tony sighs a bit, shaking his head as he stares at the new party of people. 

   “Kid’s been out of it since he came here, doctors are thinking it’s just exhaustion,” 

   “At least he’s alive,” You breath out as you take a tentative step towards his bed. Your fingers graze over the material of his blanket and you could’ve sworn you saw him jolt at your touch. You go to open your mouth to continue your statement when Steve’s quiet, broken voice cuts you off. 

   “Peggy? Is that you?” 

Ship Ship Shippity Ship // Bones

Prompt from Wattpad: Reader is new to the Enterprise and works on medical. She’s assigned to the position of Bones’ assistant. Kirk TOTALLY starts to ship them together and does crazy pranks n’ stuff to get them together..


Warnings: There’s swearing somewhere in here.

“So, who’s the new girl?” Kirk asked, smirking. You were walking confidently around the medbay holding PADDs and hypos.

“That’s Y/N L/N,” Bones muttered. “She’s my new assistant.”

“You should invite her to one of the rec rooms sometime,” Kirk muttered, smiling. “I think she’d be a good girlfriend.”

“Eyes off my assistant,” Bones snapped.

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Just Beg Me To Stay (Part 3)

A/N: And here is the final part! Not sure how I feel about it but it’s what came out lol. Thanks for the love! You can find the two previous parts in my masterlist!

Dean x Reader

Word Count: 1000+

Warnings: angst, slight fluff, swearing

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You somehow managed to sober yourself up enough to push away from the hunter that stood before you, ignoring the girls whom you had met tonight call out your name in surprise.

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Real Talk: I want some girl friends

I wish I had a group of girls that I could text and call when some crazy shit happens. I wish I had a group of girlfriends that text me when their boyfriend/girlfriend is getting on their LAST nerve. Some one I can help motivate and some one that can keep me motivated. I wish I had at least one friend that was a girl. If you want to be friends hit me up. I swear on everything I’ll be your friend!

Leave Me Alone

(AN: can I just say how excited I am for this account?!
*Some swearing)


You weren’t new to bullying and judgment from the girls at your high school. The majority of them purely knew you because you were “Shawn Mendes’ girlfriend.”

To say it drove you completely crazy was an understatement. Everyday, you’d walk into class and listen to these obnoxious girls. They would purposefully start drama, or say something about Shawn to try and get a reaction out of you.

You knew you were strong and confident enough in yourself to not let it bother you. It didn’t, most of the time. Overall, it was just annoying.

Whenever you spoke to Shawn it was one of the first things he brought up. ‘How was your day?’ ‘What did they say this time?’ That sort of thing. You always made the circumstances seem better than they were. You never told Shawn about the girls who called you a 'selfish whore’, or 'bitch’ as you walked down the hallway.

Your few close friends told you to tell him, but you didn’t know how it would change anything. In your mind, it wouldn’t. Even if he did say something. The next day, it would all start again.

Today, was the worse day yet. Your closest friend was home sick, leaving you alone in half of your classes. You knew you could have your mom call you out sick too, but you didn’t want to let them win, or see you in a vulnerable state.

As soon as lunch ended you hurried to world geography, praying to miss them. Thankfully you did, making it into your class and taking your seat about mid-way through the rows of desks.

Your teacher wrote the date on the board and the topic of the lesson. You laid your notebook on the desktop, copying the information on to a fresh page.

One of the girls sat in front of you and you waited to hear what she would come up with next. Half the time it sounded so stupid it became amusing.

“Missed you at lunch today, crying in the bathroom again?”

“When are you going to stop?” You speak up, surprising yourself.

“Wow! She actually speaks. Boyfriend giving you some confidence, huh?”

“It honestly has nothing to do with him. I’m just so tired of listening to your voice everyday.” Your statement clearly catches her off guard, but she ignores you, speaking to the girl next to her.

Class continues on smoothly. Your teacher lecturing for the majority of the period, as you write down the important points.

As the bell rings you listen for the homework assignment, adding it to your planner.

“Remember class, you have a test this Thursday! Study! It will not be curved.” Mr. Tanner had been your favorite teacher since freshman year. Even though you were still picked on in his class, it was a safe place. You knew if he heard anything he would speak up against the bullies.

You weren’t worried for the test either. History came easy to you and you found the topics very interesting.

A piece of paper is laid across your desk. You read over the words, the purpose planned to hurt your feelings. You try to not give it too much attention, knowing that would feed the problem. Today however, you reached your limit.

“What gives, Anna?” You yell at the girl.

“Excuse me?” She asks, glancing around at her group of “friends.”

“I asked you what gives? When will you stop? I would really appreciate your enlightenment as to why I’m so interesting? It can’t just be jealousy, can it?” Her face turns completely red, out of jealousy, or anger- you’re not sure. Anna starts walking over to you.

“Listen to me, bitch.” She’s standing a few inches away from your face, but you take a step forward.

“No, no, no. I’m done listening to the nonsense that leaves your mouth. Just stop fucking talking to me.”

You collect your things, storming out of the classroom. A few people have gathered near the door and you push past them into the hallway.

You don’t even bother stopping at your locker for your books. If you miss some homework you’ll figure it out later. The anger is too heavy on your chest for you to even care about homework right now. You had to get off of that campus.

Reaching into you bag you pull out your car keys. Someone holds the door for you and you thank them, walking out to the parking lot.

“Y/N!” Someone yells and you look up, knowing who it is.

Shawn walks towards you and his smile falters.

“What’s wrong?” He asks, standing in front of you.

“Can we just leave? I have to get away from this school.” He takes your backpack and you know he’s caught on.

“What did they do?”

“Please not right now.” You beg, wondering what he’s even doing here. Not that you were upset, but he typically doesn’t surprise you at school. He didn’t have time to surprise you so casually.

“Yes, Y/N, right now. I’m so tired of this! Why the hell do they think they can treat you like that?!” You eyes begin welling up with tears. You had stood up for yourself, for the first time and it was hard. You didn’t want things to become worse, but you didn’t know how to make them better.

“Please don’t get upset, god I’m sorry. I should’ve just dropped it.” Shawn takes your hand and he walks you to your car, agreeing to meet at a little cafe you love. The idea of going home isn’t sitting with you well.

“We’re going to figure this out, Y/N.” he promises before closing your car door.

do u guys remember on the night of feburary 21, 2016 the walking dead on amc aired season 6 episode 10 titled “the next world” and in the last 3 minutes of said episode richonne became canon and it was like a world celebration and just when you thought only girls were going crazy guys were fangirling 10x harder with richonne shippers getting the last laugh in everyone’s faces while random people/fandoms who didn’t even watch twd came to celebrate with us because they saw how happy we were and that made them happy and we were thrilled bc we knew how much we had to fight people for years because they said “rick would never look at michonne like that” but he did look at her like that and kissed her, climbed on top of her, took a second to remove his holster that was getting in the way which made michonne giggle then he went back to kissing her then we saw them naked with rick palming michonne’s butt then when jesus came into their room unannounced they both jumped up reaching for their weapons in reflex and were two seconds from slaughtering a man in cold blood butt naked without a second thought or shame do you guys remember that marvelous time bc i do


Meli: Anyone wanna try their luck at a race?
Milo: No thanks!
Zack: I’ll pass.

Meli: Seriously?? This better not be because I’m a girl or I swear…
Zack: It’s because it’s YOU! You’re a crazy racer!
Milo: May I use my condition as a freebie this time?

My bros used to hate racing against me because I always beat them. Always figured this would be the same with these three X) But then I went away for University and I lost practice so now the youngest brother beats everyone by a mile. (I’m also known to being a rage gamer at times)

Heads up, might have a livestream tomorrow and maybe Sunday! I got the greenlight to post more Milo art I did over the past year, but I’m just waiting for a few more little details just to be sure ;)

The other night I was walking back to my house from the the city centre when some man pointed at me as I walked past him and his friend and he said, “that’s the woman of my dreams.” His friend pushed his arm down to stop him from pointing and let out a gentle laugh. I smiled at the pair and continued to walk on. Little did they know that every single step I took felt like walking on pure shattered glass at the bottom of my feet and my heart was stretching so far apart I swear I could feel it tearing down the middle inside my chest. I felt like this because on that same night of a stranger telling me I was the girl of his dreams, the boy of my dreams was ignoring me, making me feel useless, worthless, unimportant… I felt like a burden in his life while he was the soul purpose for my breathing.
I think it’s crazy how so many people can and will find you so god damn breathtakingly beautiful but you’ll be so blinded to just how wonderful you actually are because of the one person you want to notice you the most, ignores you and puts you down. It’s sad how many girls dismiss their own self worth because of a boy who doesn’t know how to love her.
—  The other night

AU where Thor brings Jane and Darcy with him to Asgard, and while there Loki takes an interest in Darcy. Only he remains disguised as Odin the entire time and Darcy is weirded out because she believes that Odin is attracted to her.


“Thor, he is doing it again.” Darcy side-eyed to the head of the table, a shiver running up and down her spine.

“Lady Darcy, how many times must I express that—”

“Shut up, I’m not crazy. Your dad is so checking out the girls.” Darcy gagged a little.

“Lady Darcy, Father wouldn’t—”

“He wouldn’t what? Because I have to tell you, yesterday in the library I swear he was coming on to me.” There had been no mistaking the way that Odin had slipped up close to her and leaned down to whisper in her ear.

“If that is the case, then I await the day I may call you mother.” Thor laughed as Darcy crossed her arms over her chest.

“I hate you.”

So, I just thought out some true, hard and fast proof of Soutaku. Ok not really I’m just being silly and it’s not even actually Soutaku just Takumi liking Souma. If you consider the girls who have admitted (at least to themselves, ie, excluding Erina) that they like Souma, they’re the -umi harem! MegUMI, NikUMI, MayUMI. And who’s our last lovely umi? TAKUMI. So there. It’s official! Please? Someone back me up here?


(6) This is a part a larger series that can be found on my blog using my masterlist.

The italics are you talking to the camera like they do on the show.

The episode starts with you walking hand in hand with Dean backstage at a taping of Smackdown. Many superstars and divas were stopping you two and hugging you and kissing you on the cheek. 

“It has been about 6 months since my injury and about 4 months since my surgery. It is my first time backstage since my surgery and it is so great to see everyone again. It’s been driving me crazy watching them and my boyfriend on tv having all the fun.”

“(Y/N) oh my gosh I have missed you so much!!” Paige squeezed you gently for a long hug. “I’ve missed you too girl.” You smiled. “It hasn’t been the same without you. I swear thats all we hear when we are out in the ring “We want (Y/N)” She chuckled as you blushed. “And to think most of them used to boo me.” You two laughed. “You need to hurry up and get better so we can compete for that title I need a good challenge.” Paige winked. “Trust me if the doctors would clear her she would be in the ring today.” Your boyfriend Jon chipped in scoffing a bit. You rolled your eyes and shrugged. “Its like an addiction.” You defend yourself. This part of the episode ends with you wishing Paige good luck and you and Dean walking off together him kissing you on the cheek wrapping his arm lazily around your shoulders. 

Later on you are seen backstage in a lobby area watching your boyfriend’s (Dean Ambrose) match against Kevin Steen (Owens). A few of your fellow divas are sitting around gossiping about who said what and who’s getting pushed in the industry. You tried your best to keep up but you started to feel out of place. Most of the people they mentioned you didn’t know. You had been out of the ring for so long all this new information made your head to spin. You stood up taking care not too strain your back. “You okay??” Becky asked. “Yeah just going to go and wait for Jon his match should be over in a sec.” You half halfheartedly smiled and made your way out of the door before your tears began to fall. You wipe them quickly and hurriedly made your way to the locker rooms. 

“Its hard to be away from what you love for so long. Its hard enough being away from Jon when he has to fly out somewhere but the fact that I can’t even follow what my friends are talking about is overwhelming. Yeah I talk to them on the phone a lot but they are so busy its always short and mostly about my recovery. I miss being out in the ring and doing press and challenging work outs… I even miss the sleepless nights on planes.” (You start to tear up talking on camera).

You find Jon downing a bottle of water and talking to his friend Joe (Roman Reigns). “Hey babe.” Jon greeted you smoothing out your hair when he notices your red eyes. Joe smiles at you and tells Jon he would see him later. Jon grabs your hand and pulls you behind a crate. “Is it your back?? What’s wrong?? Do you need to sit down??” He spouted out lifting your face up to look at his. “No its just… I don’t know whats wrong with me. I don’t like being benched and not able to do what I love…” You throw your arms around his shoulders and jump wrapping your legs around his waist. Jon holds you tightly to him despite him being sweaty. “Shhh…” He tries to calm you rubbing your back. “I wish I knew what to say to make you feel better. I wish I could promise you and give you the world…” He sighed as your crying started to slow. “I love you Jon” “I love you more (Y/N) no matter what happens will ever change that. You’re girl.” He kisses you soft lingering kiss on the lips that made all your tension and heartache melt away. The episode ends with you two making your way down a long corridor together arms around each other’s waists. 


Owen Hunt Imagine 14

Owen Hunt Imagine 14
750 Words
Suggestions: Song Shot!
Song: Face Down by The Red Jumpsuit Apparatus
Disclaimer: I do NOT own Face Down or Grey’s Anatomy nor You, just saying.
Requested By:
Several Anonymousness

Originally posted by iamstruckbylightning

Hey, girl, you know you drive me crazy
One look puts the rhythm in my hand.
Still I’ll never understand why you hang around
I see what’s going down.

It was going to be a long time before you ever got into a relationship again. You didn’t want another thing happening to you. After what you’ve been through, you thought it was enough. You sighed.

Cover up with make-up in the mirror
Tell yourself, it’s never gonna happen again
You cry alone and then he swears he loves you.

“Why can’t you just talk to me (Y/n),” Owen asked as you walked the halls of the hospital with a different look on your face than normal.

“There is nothing to talk about Owen. I’m perfectly fine.”

You weren’t, but that’s the lie you’ve been telling everyone lately.

Do you feel like a man when you push her around?
Do you feel better now as she falls to the ground?
Well, I’ll tell you, my friend, one day this world’s gonna end
As your lies crumble down, a new life she has found.



Tears streamed down your cheeks as you gave Owen a furious look. He stared at you. You didn’t like being yelled at. It was something that reminded you of your old relationship with your EX, you know, the abusive one. Owen didn’t know how to react.

A pebble in the water makes a ripple effect
Every action in this world will bear a consequence
If you wade around forever, you will surely drown
I see what’s going down.


“Shut up Owen, and go away.”

You headed out the door, surprising people of your sudden outburst and questionable behavior. Owen wanted to follow you, but your brother, Alex, just said to give you some time. You were going to crumble at some point and well… here’s your point.

I see the way you go and say you’re right again,
Say you’re right again
Heed my lecture.

You were at the bar for a good time now. You were drinking tea while watching sports. It was a way to calm you down. It wasn’t long before people found you, but they didn’t speak. No, they called Alex, and said you were at the bar. #1 think you don’t do is drink, so he knew you weren’t drunk. He sent Owen after you, he needed answers for himself.

Do you feel like a man when you push her around?
Do you feel better now as she falls to the ground?
Well, I’ll tell you, my friend, one day this world’s gonna end
As your lies crumble down, a new life she has found

Owen entered the bar with a worried look on his face. You stared at the football game that was happening with other sports fans and sighed, seeing the opposing team hit the goal.

“Rigged,” You muttered, finishing off your tea before ordering another one.

Face down in the dirt,
She said, “This doesn’t hurt.”
She said, “I finally had enough.”

Owen sat next to you, ordering a beer. You looked at him slightly before returning to the game.

“Wanna talk about it,” He muttered, looking at the game too.

“I’m fine.”

“You’re not. You don’t shout.”

“I’ve had enough of guys, so yeah, I’m fine.”

“What happened to you?”

One day she will tell you that she has had enough
It’s coming around again.

“What happened to me? You’re asking me that stupid question?”


“Well nothing. I finished a 6-month relationship with bruises and scars, you do not get to ask that dumb question.”

You changed your choice of words, so Owen could tell you were upset.

Do you feel like a man when you push her around?
Do you feel better now as she falls to the ground?
Well, I’ll tell you, my friend, one day this world’s gonna end
As your lies crumble down, a new life she has found

He placed a hand on your arm, making you flinch. You looked at him with a shocked look, but he only returned with a soft look. Tears brimmed your eyes as you breathed heavily.

Face down in the dirt,
She said, “This doesn’t hurt.”
She said, “I finally had enough.”

“You okay?”

It took you a longer time to answer this time. You shook your head and placed it on his shoulder.

“No,” You whimpered.

Songs That Make Me Think Of Ale ❤

A Sky Full Of Stars - Coldplay

A Thousand Years - Christina Perri

Afire Love - Ed Sheeran

All I Need - Courage My Love

All My Heart - Sleeping with Sirens

All Of Me - John Legend

All Of The Stars - Ed Sheeran

Angel With A Shotgun - The Cab

Arms - Christina Perri

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Title: I Need You

Character(s): Harry Styles x reader

Warnings: swearing (?)

(Sorry, it’s quite long…)

You and Harry dated the previous year but broke up when you found him cheating on you with another girl. Harry puts on a façade every time a camera is on him but it’s not a secret he misses you like crazy. The same goes for you. All your friends and family know how much it kills you to see his face or even hear his voice. 


“You’ve got to be kidding me. I can’t believe you.” You whispered tears welling in your eyes.

This was the second time this had happened.. Well from what you’ve seen. 

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