you were the last thing on my mind last night

You were my every sunrise-You were my every sunset-You were my eternal happiness-You were my eternal regret-You were my everlasting joy-You were my everlasting tears-You were my only hope for security-You were the only thing I feared-You were the blood that barreled through my body-The blood that barreled through my heart-You were the cold steel against my temple-You were my light in the dark-You were my reason for living-My reason for death-You were my reason for exhaling-My single last breath-You were my first thought in the morning-And the last thing I thought at night-You were the song in the wind-You were my reason for life-You consumed my mind with demons-Ate my soul away with hell-Showed me heaven under covers-But you kept me trapped in a cell-You hit my heart with the panic-Let me in all your thoughts-Kept my soul with your sex-Kept my mind at a loss-I let stupidity realm-While the Devil he walked-Dreaming of escaping-When karmas been sought-Alone in my room-With my heart in the dark

-Richard A. Itskovich

Daniel Howell and Phil Lester & sunset and skies moodboard

Reblogs are welcomed but please do not repost! 

Carrie Underwood Starters

“That lipstick on your collar, well, it ain’t my shade of pink, and I can tell by the smell of that perfume, it’s like forty dollars too cheap”

“All those midnights sneaking in. I’m late again, oh, I’m so sorry”

“I’ll tell ‘em every little detail, how you drug me through the mud”

“I’m gonna string up your old button-down and slide it on the porch”

“All the Ajax in the world ain’t gonna clean your dirty laundry”

“Broke as hell, but blessed with beauty”

“Fold your hands and close your eyes”

“Maybe next time he’ll think before he cheats”

“Right now, she’s probably saying “I’m drunk” And he’s a-thinking that he’s gonna get lucky”

“I might have saved a little trouble for the next girl”

“You better take it from me, that boy is like a disease”

“And you’re wondering why you can’t get free”

“You better run for your life”

“I see that look on your face”

“You ain’t hearing what I say”

“And I know how it ends”

“He’ll tell you nothing but lies”

“Don’t let him mess with your mind”

“He’ll tell you anything you want to hear”

“Cause I can’t do this on my own”

“So give me one more chance”

“There’s some things that I regret”

“I’m thankful, for every break in my heart”

“There’s mistakes that I have made”

“The past can’t be rewritten”

“And you just gotta move on”

“If I were you, I’d place my bet”

“No, I don’t mind being with everyone else”

“I want you to myself”

“Why, why you gotta be so blind?”

“Won’t you open up your eyes?”

“You better get to getting on your goodbye shoes and go”

“just a fool to believe you can change the world"

“For a dime a day, you could save a life”

“The world’s so big, it can break your heart”

“Tell me have you lost your mind?”

“I got served a little bit too much of that poison”

“Last night, I did things I’m not proud of”

“And I don’t even know his last name”

“My momma would be so ashamed”

“I had no clue what I was getting into”

“I’m not sure how I got here”

“There’s just one little problem”

ssssoooo relating to this name thing, for now at least feel free to call me mads?

anonymous asked:

About the prompts: 28, AJ Styles

Prompt: “How drunk was I?”

A/N: Okay I have never written smut but this turned into implied smut? I guess? This is very different to my usual fluff and have no idea where this came from :P may edit a few things later

You woke up to sunlight streaming through your window, turning over you cursed yourself for not closing the curtains last night. As you turned you didn’t even remember getting into bed last night let aloneleaving some stupid curtains open. That was until you rolled and came face to chest with someone. You stiffened panic running through your mind of whether you two had had sex last night, why they were still in your bed and more importantly who this mystery man was.

“Good mornin’ darlin’.” There was your answer. The one accent that youd recognise anywhere. The accent of AJ Styles. You slowly opened one eye to check that this was infact AJ and not some imposter who sounded like him, looking up you noticed he was shirtless and those piercing blue eyes of his lokking back at you. You quickly snapped your eye shut again hearing him chuckle.

“How drunk was I?” you groaned rolling onto your back, clutching the bed sheet to your nearly naked chest.

“Drunk enough to phone me at 2am.” AJ chuckled getting up of the bed. As he stood up you peeled your eyes open once more noticing AJ had sweatpants hung low on his hips, carefully you lifted up the hotel bed sheet noticing you were only in your underwear.

“Shit.” You muttered to yourself, yes youd been crushing on AJ for a while now and he had been your best friend for a number of years, but sleeping with him while drunk was not what you had planned.

“Before you ask no. We did not sleep together.” AJ re-emerged from the bathroom holding 2 painkillers and a glass of water. He handed you the 2 items sitting on the edge of the bed. “Not that you didn’t try.” He winked at you giving you a cheeky grin making you nearly choke on the painkillers.

“I…I did?” Your face flushed bright red, you life was going to be over after this. AJ chuckled and looked out the window.

“It was very hard to resist.” Again he gave you the same cheeky grin. If you didnt die from embarrassment he was certainly going to be the death of you. “You call me up at 2am sounding so seductive when your drunk asking me to pick you up. Then, when I come to get you, it’s like you cant keep your hands off me, and how you looked in that dress. Damn. It was hard not reatliate. Then when we get back you throw yourself at me.” By now AJ had crawled up the bed leaning over over you, his breath smelling like mint and coffee fanned across our face. “Of course I’m not going to take advantage of a woman when she’s druk so I have to put you to bed, and you insist you can’t sleep in your dress because its to uncomfortable and need help changing. So being the gentleman I am I help you. If that wasn’t enough to tease me you bat those fricking gorgeous eyes at me and pout with that pretty little mouth of yours beggin me to stay.” Your heart must have been beating a thousand miles an hour at this point. All you wanted to do was shut AJ up and kiss the life out of him. “So I agreed to stay, you cuddled up to me and admited you had feelings for me. Just like I’ve have feelings for you baby girl, and that is how we ended up here.” AJ gently brushed his nose against yours before ubruptly standing up, he pushed the hair our of his face smirking at your bewildered expression . “I’m gonna take a shower. You’re welcome to join me darlin’.”


Promt from this list.

Masterlist

The flowers that you planted in my lungs died and I think it’s getting easier to breathe but oh god do I miss their beauty

Your shirts stay folded in the bottom of my dresser and they no longer smell like you but I can’t seem to bring myself to give them back

I no longer believe in constellations because nothing can shine brighter than the connection between you and me 

The dreams we had died the night I stopped getting sleep because they ended up keeping me awake haunting me that they would never become reality

I’m starting to forget the sound of your laugh and I want to hear it again and maybe I’m selfish but I want to be the reason behind it again 

Seeing you with her makes me feel a bit upset but I’m glad that she can make you happy in all the ways I can't 

I let other people touch me the same way that you did and I’m sorry if that makes you upset but I know you don’t give a shit

Last night I could have sworn I saw your face because after my 5th shot of vodka it was the only image my mind could recreate 

I stopped listening to our songs because they no longer have a meaning to me and the last second of the song reminds me that all good things come to and end

My body no longer aches when I hear your name and I swear I no longer love you but if you were to call me at 3 am I’d be over there without a second thought but I know I am nothing more than your second thoughts

—  10 things I wish I could tell you 
Tag game

I was tagged by: @b-chocolatelover

Where is your phone? poking my elbow on the desk
Your hair? long & brown
Your dad? …is a man.
Your other half? I’m a whole person on my own, thank you very much
Your favorite food? tough question, but I’m smitten with sweets
Your dream last night? it’s blurry, I can’t quite recall it
Your favorite drink? latte, tea, multivitamin drinks
Fear? my mind
Favorite shoes? depends (either running shoes or high-heels)
Favorite way to relax? philosophise, run, ride the bike, write, read, watch my shows…
Your mood? nonchalant
Your love? knowledge and intelligence
Where were you last night? my bedroom ofc
Something you aren’t? well-rested
Muffins? gimme ‘em
Wishlist item? happiness and being genius-smart
Where did you grow up? a small town
Last thing you did? Chemistry & reading up on this and that…
What are you wearing? my university-brand hoodie:3
Something you hate? disrespect, when I’m treated like I’m an infantile idiot, hypocrites, dishonesty, treachery, stupidity, and I could go on and on, but then the post would turn out as long as one of my novels…
Your pets? none
Life? ‘sup with it?
Regrets? yes

I tag: @houseofrahl, @random-fandom-fangirl2112, @fallenangel-13x

Tagged by @scorpion-flower, thank you! :]

Where is your phone? right by my side
Your hair?
Short
Your dad?
Is not here right now, living like 1km from me
Your other half?
You mean significant other? Well, i’m dating someone, but who knows what will future bring
Your favourite food? Pizza and pasta
Your dream last night?
can’t remember, but it was mind-fuck
Your favourite drink?
Black tea, fanta, mead, wine, whiskey
Fear?
Spiders
Favourite shoes?
My Grinder boots
Favourite way to relax?
Music, films/tv shows, books, being in nature, concerts
Your mood?
Right now I’m quite happy
I love?
discovering new places
Where were you last night?
In my bed
Something that you aren’t?
A lair, also pretty or gorgeous..
Muffins?
YES, love them
Wish list item?
A guitar
Where you grew up?
In Kaunas, Lithuania
Last thing you did?
watched some of Jacksepticeye’s vids
What are you wearing right now?
Red pants and Rammstein shirt
Something you hate?
Fuckboys
Your pets?
Only one - german shepherd
Friends?
4 close friends and bunch of not that close
Life?
Could be better
Regrets?
A lot of them
Missing someone?
YES

I’m tagging: @hobbitsmind, @asylumsammet, @death-is-only-everlasting, @silverstagpotter, @iron-maiden-lover, @cosmicbeast and @prideandperdition

Sucked In

Title: Sucked In

Author: Jude

Pairings: Sam Winchester x Reader

Warnings: Language, editing, implied abusive relationship.

Characters: Sam Winchester, Dean Winchester, Reader, Garth (mentioned), Johnny (dick OC).

Tags: @d-s-winchester @deanscherrypie (You guys said we could tag you in whatever fics we write if we want, and I want!) (tell me if you want to be tagged!)

A/N: I wrote this super quick cause I’m so so so behind on the due date, so I don’t really like how it turned out. So, without further ado/adieu, here it is @lunarsaturn88, hope you like it! Happy late late late late  late Birthday sweetie! 

Also this is for @katnharper ‘s 500 Follower challenge! (Two birds one stone I guess) My prompt was: Dancing!

P.S. Also, I chose Taylor Swift’s  “I Knew You Were Trouble” for @lunarsaturn88, but can I say that this is loosely based on it. Cause in the song, the guy uses her and I know Sammy would never do that. So….just go along with it.

P.S.S.  This is set in season 10-ish, the first case after Dean isn’t a demon anymore. 

P.S.S.S. The book I mention is this one. I suggest reading the summary to understand a later reference and because it’s awesome.

P.S.S.S.S. One of the characters is named after one of my tumblr besties @mamaimpala67 (Janelle!) I love you to bits and pieces and everytime I talk to you I blush cause you always find a way to compliment me! So this is my thank you!

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The One With Romeo and Juliet

Pairing: Isaac Lahey x Reader

Summary: Scott doesn’t trust Derek’s new pack. Which includes Isaac. Derek doesn’t care much for Isaac being with you either. And yet, here you both are secretly hooking up and hoping for the best. 

A/N: rewatching teen wolf and having a major season 2/3 isaac crisis so expect a lot more writing about isaac  ♡ ♡ ♡

MASTERLIST, MOBILE MASTERLIST (you can like it and save it for later!)
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“That guy keeps looking at you,” the new girl whispers to you and you turn around to see Isaac grinning at you.

You roll your eyes, “He’s just some – some creepy ass,” you whisper, your eyes still on him and his face changes into a frown before he embarrassedly stares at his phone.

You stifle a laugh and go back to showing the new student your notes.

When the bells rings you feel someone pull you backwards by your bag.

“Lahey,” you grumble and he smirks at you, “Creepy ass?” he repeats your comment, holding a hand over his heart, offended.

“Well,” you shrug, offering no explanation.

“Why do you hate me so much?” he asks, leaning against a desk and you cross your arms over your chest, “Hmm, maybe because you’re Derek’s lap dog and keep coming after Scott who is my best friend,” you hiss and he pouts.

“Didn’t seem like you minded that much when we were making out last night,” he chuckles and your eyes widen.

Shut the hell up!” you whisper yell, looking around to see if anyone had heard.

“Oh relax,” he laughs and you stares at him coldly.

“I will not relax,” you spit, “Let’s make something clear. Last night we were very, very drunk at the party which lead us to do things we would never do sober, so, let’s never talk about it again, ever, okay?!”

Isaac moves closer to you, leaning down to whisper in your ear, “Things is, sober or not, I would do it again… and again, and again…

He pulls away and begins to walk towards the door, “And again, and again, and again!” he calls out before disappearing into the hall way.

You feel heat rushing to your cheeks as your heart pounds against your chest; if Scott found out, you were so dead.

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“Y/N!” Scott yells and you scream in surprise.

“Whoa, I wasn’t going for a scare that big,” he laughs and you laugh awkwardly before taking a seat beside him in the cafeteria.

“So, where did you disappear to at the party last night?” he asks and you choke on your juice.

“I was just – in the bathroom… uh, bad stomach,” you lie and he furrows his brows together.

“You’re lying, you’re heartbeat just went all weoweyweow,” he states, making wavy lines with his finger.

You remain silent, slurping away at your juice, trying to think of an excuse.

“You totally hooked up with someone!” he grins and your eyes widen.

“I didn’t!” you lie again before realizing there was no way you could get away with it.

“Okay, I did but that’s all the information you get!”

“You have to tell me who y/n! That’s so unfair!” he whines and you shrugs.

Suddenly his jaw clenches at the sight of Isaac taking a seat at the table behind you and you feel your heart hammering against your chest. And Scott notices.

“You don’t have to be scared, I’m right here,” Scott reassures you and you nod awkwardly.

“Oh, she’s not scared,” Isaac smirks, shifting his tray beside you and taking a seat.

“What?” Scott asks, looking confused.

“Are you going to tell him or should I?” Isaac asks and you stare at him, your eyes narrowed.

“Tell me what?”

“The guy she was with last night, it was me,” he states, shoving a spoonful of pasta into his mouth.

Your jaw drops follow by Scott’s and you rest your head on the table, slowly slamming it against it, over and over.

“Stop,” Scott mumbles, slipping a hand between your head and the surface and you stay like that.

“Look at me,” he says and you look up nervously.

“Is that true?” he asks and you nod slowly, “But I was really drunk,” you admit and Scott frowns.

“So you don’t like him?”

Nooooooooooooo,” you stretch out the word and Isaac looks offended.

“Then you,” Scott stares at Isaac, “Better stay the hell away from her,” he growls, pulling you up and leading you away by your wrist.

Scott leads you through the hallways and into the carpark, coming to a stop right by his bike.

Seriously?! Isaac?!”

“I’m sorry Scotty, it was a total accident!” you pout and Scott rolls his eyes, “Then why was your heart racing when he sat next to you?” he asks and you swallow hard, unsure yourself.

“Probably because I was scared he would tell you,” you suggest and Scott ponders for a moment before nodding.

“You’re sure that’s it, right? Because he’s not on our side,” Scott reminds you and you nod firmly.

“Then all his forgiven,” he smiles, hugging you and you sink into it in relief.

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Stiles Stilinski: 911! Come to the school ASAP!

You stared at the text before scrambling out of bed, staring at the clock which was flashing 4:22am; damn wolf pack and their emergencies.

You drove to school, climbing out of your car and rubbing your arms. On reflection, wearing your flannels and a tank top probably wasn’t the best idea.

You: Where are you?

Stiles Stilinski: Library

You slipped your phone into your pocket and headed towards the library, feeling chills run down your spine at the eerie emptiness of the hallways.

“Stiles?” you call out as you push through the library doors.

Once you’re half way in the doors slam behind you and you jump, clutching your chest before your eyes land on Isaac.

“You have got to be kidding me!”

He smirks as he hold up Stiles’ phone.

“I’m out of here,” you groan and he tuts before blocking the doorway.

“Not so fast,” he chuckles, walking towards you and you scramble backwards.

“What do you think you’re doing?” you stutter and his smirk grows wider at your reaction.

“Do you know that right now your heart is skipping beats?”

“Because you’re freaking me out!” you say in your defence and he shakes his head, “Because you’re as attracted to me as I am to you,” he states and you roll your eyes.

“I saw the way you kept looking back at me when Scott was dragging you away today,” he reminds you and you swallow hard; he wasn’t wrong.

“I was scared Scott was going to turn around and rip your throat out!”

“We both know that’s not true…”

“Look, Isaac. I don’t know what game you’re playing but I’m not interested,” you state, shoving him out of your way and heading towards the door but within seconds he’s back in front of you.

“Look, I know the whole Romeo and Juliet – ‘Star Crossed Lovers’ crap is a bit worn out but I’m totally willing to play it out with you,” he begins and you furrow your eyebrows in confusion.

He sighs and explains further, “Derek doesn’t want me to be with you and Scott doesn’t want you to be with me but here we are, meeting each other secretly under the light of the moon.”

“YOU TRICKED ME INTO COMING HERE!” you yell hysterically and he shrugs.

“I won’t tell if you don’t,” he whispers, winking at you.

“Isaac, I’m seriously not interested!” you sigh, growing frustrated.

“Kiss me and prove it,” he states and you narrow your eyes.

“In what world would that be proving it?”

“If your heart doesn’t race a little when you do it, I’ll believe you.”

You think about it for a moment, “It wouldn’t prove anything, of course my heart would race if I’m making out with someone.”

He considers it and then nods, “We’ll play ‘Too Hot’ then.”

“What’s that?”

“We make out without stopping and we can’t touch each other. First one to touch the other person loses and the winner gets to do whatever they want to them.”

“I’m not playing that with you,” you scoff pushing past him and this time he lets you.

“Fine scaredy cat,” he leers at you and you turn around.

“Fine, let’s do this,” you hiss back at him and he counts down before he presses his lips to yours.

His tongue pushes through your lips and you can’t help but let a moan slip out at the softness of them.

Neither of you last very long but you’re the first to cave as you run your fingers through his hair. He pulls you up onto a table and you wrap our legs around his waist, pulling him closer to you.

He pulls away, hovering close to your face before whispering, “Loser.”

You push him away and roll your eyes, “Fine. But whatever you have me do, it doesn’t leave this room,” you say through gritted teeth and he looks at you, clearly amused.

“What do you take me for?” he laughs and you throw your hands up in the air.

He clears his throat, “As the loser, this weekend you let me take you out on a date,” he states, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear.

“What?!”

“You heard me,” he grins at you and you shake your head in disbelief.

“You didn’t just want to sleep with me?” you ask and he shakes his head. Though you had never let yourself admit it, you were completely head over heels for Isaac. He was soft and gentle and around him you felt vulnerable but you felt like he was just playing you every time he flirted.

“So you’ll let me take you out?” he asks and you nod slowly.

He puts his jacket around your shoulders, “Now let me drive you home, I’m starting to feel guilty watching you shiver in your fluffy socks,” he chuckles, leading you towards the door.

The Pain of Past

Reinhardt hadn’t meant to stay up late into the night. Leaving the pub well after Torbjorn and Lena did, stating that he’d only be there a little while with that grand smile he always put on. Of course they believed him. Most people did because he was always truthful. Even when he wasn’t.

He was drunk. Reinhardt didn’t mean to get so drunk but there he was stumbling into his quarters, the smile he walked in with to fool everyone melting away as he couldn’t help but remember. Switzerland was on his mind all day because it was their anniversary. The day Reinhardt had told Jack how he felt, how he said that he loved him so much. Of course the both of them cried because they both knew it but the other was too shy to say anything. But it was the anniversary that he didn’t want to remember anymore because simply put, Jack is dead. 

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Morning After - Avi Kaplan

Your eyes flutter open, a ray of sunshine dancing across them. You look over to see your boyfriend Avi next to you, his arm around you, running his hand through your hair. You were snuggled up beside him, your arm sprawled across his chest.

“Good morning, handsome.” You say. Avi looks over at you and smiles.

‘Good morning, babe.“ You yawn, and Avi laughed. "Someone had a little too much fun last night, huh?”

“Ya, a little bit. But in my defense, you were really good.” You laugh.

“Ya, we were both a little too good.” Avi said. The 2 of you lay in silence, thoughts of last night running through your mind. You and Avi had been out with friends last night, and when you got back, things got pretty heated. Long story short, you were up until 2 in the morning.

“What do you want to do today?” Avi broke the silence.

“I don’t know. I’m pretty comfy right here.” You reply, snuggling closer to Avi and running your hand over his chest, tracing invisible lines.

“Well, it wouldn’t be so bad to stay here. I mean, I’m nice and comfy.”

“And it makes it better that I’m next to you.” Avi chuckled.

“Ok, beautiful girl, we’ll stay here fora while. You should probably go back to sleep.” You close your eyes, and Avi’s hand continues to run through your hair. He also started humming, his deep voice sending vibrations through your body.

Again, Avi broke the silence. “Have I ever told you how much I love you?" 

"Yes, many times. I never get tired of hearing, though.” You reply.

“Good, because I’m about to tell you again.” Avi says. “I love you so, so much. More than you know. I love how you look when you’re sleeping. I love it when you laugh. I love it when you ahve no makeup on because you always look so beautiful. I love it when you kiss me. I love holding your hand. I don’t think I would be happier with anyone else. Thank you for the amazing time last night, babe.”

You rest your head on Avi’s shoulder, obviously embarrassed, and he laughs.

“Thank you, Avi. And you’re welcome for last night. I had fun.” You close your eyes again, and right before you fall asleep, you hear Avi whisper, barely loud enough for you to hear.

“Sweet dreams, beautiful girl.”

long live the king

heY IM EXCITED FOR THIS I HOPE YOU LIKE THIS

michael and y/n

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he was dead. his eyes were never to be opened again. his chest will never rise and fall with each breath. his heart will never best in time with the woman he loves and calls his queen.

michael was dead as well. maybe not in the same way as his father, but michael was surely dead. his eyes were dull, and probably will never be full of life again. it hurt to breath. the weight of his father’s death was pressing down on his lungs. his heart beats, but michael surely wished it didn’t.

it was time for him to marry a woman he most likely will never love. he needed to find his rightful bride so he could finally step up to the throne and live out his full potential. but was anyone good enough to satisfy michael’s needs? he needed someone to save him from his own mind—someone to fill the gaping hole inside his heart.

but it was hard.

queen karen has found many girls who fit the profile of the next queen. michael was bitter though, never liking the girls and always finding some type of flaw to point out. if he was going to rule a kingdom with a woman who would always be by his side, he should at least like her as a friend, maybe even an acquaintance.

the realm of a far away kingdom that was surrounded by a forest of enchantment intrigued michael. villages were full of people who were so kind to one another. the weather always seemed to be happy and bright. all of the optimism and positivity convinced michael that something had to be up. someone must be as sad as he was inside.

“queen karen, prince michael, we have arrived,” a man said through the partition of michael’s carriage.

the door opened and with that, it revealed a kingdom of such beauty and grace that took michael’s breath away. the vibes from this place seemed off. everyone had smiles on their faces and it just didn’t seem right. michael’s scowl most likely did not fit in a world like this.

as the michael and his mother were escorted to the doors of the palace, commoners were scattered around to get a glimpse of the mysterious prince no one ever sees. he was beautiful, and everyone seemed to notice. girls were smiling stupidly and swooning. michael didn’t like the feel of the attention.

“mother, what is the name of this princess?” michael whispered, leaning closer to his mother’s ear. he didn’t want to seem uneducated, but michael truly was. he could barely speak english correctly, let alone run a kingdom. michael couldn’t even remember this princess’s name.

karen laughed quietly. “there are two. the eldest goes by the name cora and the younger one is y/n. you are here for cora,” his mother explained.

michael and karen entered the entrance hall and michael had to conceal the small gasp that escaped his lips momentarily. the mural on the walls were extravagant and the chandelier swinging above was pulchritudinous. this place was more beautiful than the palace back in michael’s realm. he was jealous.

now, as they walked farther and farther into the edifice, four figures stood at the top of the stairs. as the four walked down altogether, michael was smothered by a cloud of confusion.

there stood the king and queen. their clothes were made from satin and wore the royal crest on the right side of their chests. colors that represent the kingdom adorned their body, and of course, they had that sickening smile everyone seemed to have in this place.

beside them was a pair of two siblings. one of a male and the other a female. the brother had eyes that seemed cynical, as if he was not to be trusted. the girl beside him seemed just as wicked with a smile that could kill. they looked happy, but they seemed off.

there wasn’t a second sister. that’s what threw michael off. where was this y/n? sure, cora looked gorgeous with the red lips that looked so sinister and lustful,yet she didn’t seem like someone michael could love. she looked wicked and evil beneath her layers of pretty looks and inviting lips.

“prince michael,” cora welcomed, curtseying slightly at michael’s feet.

“princess cora,” michael replied. he bowed and she smiled even wider. all of the smiles were starting to rub michael the wrong way.

extending her arm out to michael’s she said, “would you do the honors of leading me towards the dining room?”

after allowing her to wrap her cold hands around his arm, he escorted her towards the dining room. he followed the path his mother and the rest of cora’s family—excluding the unknown y/n—towards the dining room.

michael pulled out cora’s chair, and then took a seat himself. the meal was nice but michael was bored. so instead of staying with the annoyingly positive family, michael promised to walk cora back to her chambers and then he promised himself to get the hell away from any other human.

while the two walked back to the chamber, cora attempted to strike up some sort of conversation. he didn’t want to be rude, so he did force a smile that felt wrong in every way and nodded along to each word she said.

“michael, you’re awfully quiet,” cora said. they reached the chamber doors. michael nodded again and she frowned. it was the first frown besides his own he’s seen all day. cora’s bitter look looked more like a playful pout. “i mean, i could help you be a little loud. i’m good at that.”

her nimble and cold as ice fingers trailed up michael’s blazer and he felt his breath catch in his throat. “i’m tired from today’s journey, princess. i must rest for tomorrow’s events,” michael lied, bowing once more in the presence of cora. “good night.”

and with that, michael was speedily walking down the corridors to find safety in his bedroom. cora was gorgeous, he thought. but there’s something off about her. it seemed as if there was something off about everyone here. michael just couldn’t place his finger on it.

soon, he was wandering about, not knowing where he was heading or where he was in that moment. after turning a corner quickly in hopes of running into a guard, he did run into someone, or run over someone. her body was on the floor in one of those pretty, patriotic dresses everyone was wearing tonight. michael didn’t remember seeing this woman from dinner. it was a high possibility that she was a maid who wasn’t present during dinner.

“shit, shit, shit,” she mumbled. michael’s forest green eyes widened in shock, confused as to why someone would use such a language in front of royalty. he hasn’t heard words like that ever since the king passed away. now, the king was a great and respectful man, but when he stubbed his toe on the corners of every piece of furniture on the planet, curses would just spew from his lips like a volcano.

“i’m so sorry, miss. i wasn’t looking—” michael said while extending his hand out to her. when their skin made contact, michael felt tingles in his hand and an unsettling feeling in his stomach. hopefully, the mysterious lady felt it to.

as he hoisted her up and gripped her hand tighter, he looked straight into her eyes. “oh fuck,” she whispered. she ripped her hand out of his grip and frowned. the girl actually frowned and michael was amazed by her unfiltered vocabulary and nonexistent aura of positivity.

“look, miss—”

“you don’t have to be so formal. it’s just me.”

“but who are you exactly?” michael asked. she twisted the ends of her hair between the pads of her fingers.

then, she frowned again. “i really can’t say.”

“and why is that?”

“i have to go.”

with that, she was running down the halls again, her feet slipping on the slippery, smooth surface. “wait!” michael shouted and she stopped running to pivot her head to look over her shoulder. “will i see you again?”

the girl wanted to frown again, knowing that she probably will never see the handsome boy in the fancy clothes, but she instead smiled at him. michael realized that this was an off smile, but it wasn’t like the others’. this smile was sad and forced, but michael already adored her smile, her vulgarity, clumsiness, and her.

+

“do you have a sister?” michael asked right when he saw cora enter one of the many rooms in this building.

“um, we used to. princess y/n hasn’t been seen for ages, and we surely do miss her.” cora looked down at her hands as she spoke and walked to the garden. “how was your sleep, prince?” cora inquired, attempting to change the subject. she plucked a leaf off of a bush in the royal garden. this place never ceased to amaze michael. the garden was colorful and full of life and he would love to sit in this garden and just be. “michael?”

michael snapped out of his daze and looked deep into cora’s eyes. they seemed as dull as everyone’s did in this area, but he remembered that the girl’s from last night were absolutely full of wonder.

“i’m sorry, princess, but my mind has been racing all night.”

cora smirked. “is there a reason as to why?”

over cora’s shoulder was a figure sitting among the flowers. her hair was the same color as the maiden’s from last night.

“princess, i must escort you back to the castle. there are things i must do.”

michael quickly ushered her towards the palace, lightly shoving her inside with a guard. once he was sure that cora was inside and no one else was around, he began to slowly stride over to the girl among the daisies.

when michael was finally close enough, he saw her plucking each individual petal from the center of the daisy.

“why hello,” michael said, catching her attention instantly.

as if it were a reflex, she shot up from the grown and dusted the nonexistant dirt off of her dress. her attire was different—a dress of white adorning her body. it made her seem more angelic, which matched her fair features.

“um, hi?” she replied. it was awkward and michael found it endearing. “i gotta go.”

before she could escape michael again, he swiftly gripped her forearm, preventing her from leaving. “please don’t go. sit back down and we can talk.”

confused, she slowly sat back down in the flowers and michael sat beside her, crossing his legs like a child would at school. it was odd seeing a boy in such fine clothing sitting on the ground.

“talk about what?”

“i don’t know. maybe we can start off with names?” michael suggested.

her expression remained stoic and her breathing ceased. “y/n.”

“y/n? as in the y/n?”

“i’m guessing you’ve heard of me,” she frowned. “what have you heard?”

“not much really. i kinda thought you were dead,” michael mumbled.

“hm, so my family’s still going with that lie?” michael’s eyes furrowed in confusion and y/n’s face fell. “they’re ashamed of me. i know they are. i’m not even supposed to be out here, like, i always have to stay in my room and it’s all because i’m not the queen’s child. i’m a child of an affair, a-and i’ve said too much. i’m sorry.”

with that, michael watched her get up and run away twice in the span of twenty four hours.

+

now that michael knew why y/n was never present for any events that went on in the castle, he was even more restless. he truly wanted to spend time with her instead of cora who always had to be touching him in some type of way and her brother who sat around and moped all day. it seemed as if he didn’t have a vocabulary and it bothered michael. he thought that cora and y/n’s brother would get along better with him.

the past two days were hell. he hated how peppy and cheery the banquet hall was. because it was the brother’s birthday. everyone was running about and michael wanted to just slam himself into one of brick buildings to avoid everyone. still, queen karen insisted that he must spend time with cora. michael never even agreed to marrying cora. it was just a big no in his mind.

yet, here he was, walking around the castle for what felt like the thousandth time with her hand wrapped around his bicep. they stopped for a break because cora had to go to the bathroom, so michael walked farther away and waited for her at the end of the hall. as soon as his back hit the chill of the stone, he heard voices.

“father, i am literally on my hands and knees begging you to let y/n come to this party,” michael recognized as the prince’s voice said. after hearing this, michael wanted to rush over and beg as well, but he stayed in place with clammy hands and quiet breathing.

the sound footsteps drew nearer but then the sound stopped. “you know how your mother feels about her. we mustn’t upset her.”

the prince groaned. “but, my goodness she is literally always in that room. just please, let her out to come join the banquet as a mere commoner.”

“i’ll see what i can do.”

+

the banquet was normal. there were fancy dresses and expensive suits and endless tables of every food imaginable. michael watched cora greet her guests whilst chewing on a cookie he found lying around on a plate with others. it was chewy and michael liked it.

when michael grabbed a glass of champagne from a tray a servant was holding. he almost choked on the liquid he was drinking when he spotted y/n a few feet away with the prince, looking extremely awkward. y/n saw him too and her eyes widened in shock.

she mouthed some words to her half brother before making her way across the room to michael. when she reached the spot in front of him, she greeted him softly. y/n mumbled a, “so i heard you’re a prince who’s planning to marry cora. interesting choice i must say.”

michael immediately shook his head. “i’m not marrying her. she’s not someone i’d like to marry.”

“well that probably sucks for her because she’s kinda glaring at me. i feel her hatred for me from across the room,” y/n laughed as her and michael turned towards cora at the same time. it gave away that they were obviously talking about her.

cora’s heels began to click against the floor, a mean look on her face. “oh shit,” y/n said, her heart falling into the pit of her stomach. “fuck, i gotta go.”

michael quickly grasped her hand, intertwining their fingers so they interlocked. y/n looked up at him, extremely confused and slightly nervous. “c’mon, let’s get out of here before we’re brutally murdered,” michael suggested before tugging her along towards the doors.

she smiled at him, and then afterwards, they ran away from the banquet and an infuriated cora.

both of them ran fast through the halls. y/n tugged him along, make a sharp left turn into a stairwell. after giggling and stumbling upstairs, y/n smiled at the view from the balcony. the tall boy beside her was amazed at the lights and the music and laughter he heard below him. cora was yelling at her brother who was yelling right back at her.

“you look really happy right now,” michael stated as y/n stopped looking at the crowd and turned towards him. “it’s really cute.” he stepped closer to her. “can i do something?” he asked.

she nodded her head slowly before michael continued to walk over to her. once his hand reached up to caress her cheek, y/n’s breathing slowed. “are you about to do what i think you’re about to do?” michael nodded leaning his head forward so their foreheads are touching. “fuck, michael. you’re making me nervous.”

“don’t be.”

michael crashed his lips into her and she instantly captured his lips with hers. her lower back was pressed against the edge of the balcony as michael softened the kiss. it was light and less eager than before, but it still had the two of them gasping for air.

y/n pulled away. “okay, what the fuck?”

“i’m sorry. was that weird?” michael asked, tucking a loose strand of hair behind her ear.

“no. actually, it was okay.”

“how would you feel about being my queen?” michael asked.

y/n’s jaw dropped. “michael—”

“i’m going to be a king and i want you to be my queen. it just wouldn’t be the same if there was somebody else by my side. so what do you say?” he questioned as the sound of laughter and music seemed to still in that moment.

“i say, long live the king.”

TEST MUSE ||  “Look, I’m sorry I stood you up last night but I really don’t have time for this,” Morgan grumbled as he shouldered past his boyfriend– well the guy he was sleeping with anyway; he’d been blowing him off so much recently in the past month that it was hard to look at him like they were still dating. “Just save the you’re an ass, you keep doing this to me, I’m done shit for tomorrow or something– I’ve got enough on my mind right now; the last thing I need to worry about is hurting your feelings. “

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81 Truths

This was originally a tagging game but I’m making it one of those questionnaire things because i am unstoppable. reblog and fill in your own if you want!

What was your:
1. Last beverage: cranberry juice
2. Last phone call: adam
3. Last text: my mom
4. Last song: omg i was listening to pieces played by the attacca quartet
5. Last time you cried: 3 days ago i think?


Have you ever:
6. Dated someone twice: yeeeeeeeeaaaaahhhh kinda
7. Been cheated on: i hope not, if so i never found out
8. Kissed anyone and regretted it: nope and no
9. Lost someone special: yes
10. Been depressed: yep


List your three favourite colours:
11. cerulean
12. lavender
13. light rose pink

In the last year have you:
14. Made a new friend: yes
15. Fallen out of love: yes
16. Laughed until you cried: yes
17. Met someone who changed you: ugh tell me about it
18. Found out who your true friends are: omfg yes
19. Found out someone was talking about you: well they didnt do a good job hiding it pff. they still dont know i know
20. Kissed anyone on your FB list: no
21. How many people do you know on your FB list: all
22. Kissed a stranger: no
23. Drank hard liquor: no
24. Lost glasses/contacts: i lose my glasses everywhere, contacts i sometimes drop
25. Had sex on a first date: ew no
26. Broken someone’s heart: yeah punk was abusive tho so
27. Been arrested: nope
28. Turned someone down: yea
29. Cried when someone died: only my bird?
30. Fallen for a friend: well id sure hope a romantic partner be a friend first anyway


Randoms:
31. Do you have any pets: 3 dogs, buncha fish, an african grey
32. Do you want to change your name: i like my name, i think others do too
33. What did you do for your last birthday party: i cosplayed all day //weeb
34. What time did you wake up this morning: 5:40
35. What were you doing at midnight last night: research
36. Something you can’t wait for: my orchestra trip, my summer party w/2 main skillets
37. Last time you saw your mother: today
38. One thing you wish you could change about your life: i wish i was confident about myself and had better self control and discipline
39. What are you listening to right now: vivaldi and haydn stuff if we’re being real. earlier i was listening to onerepublic
40. Have you ever talked to a Tom: nooope
41. What’s getting on your nerves: not being able to read minds lol
42. Most viewed webpage: Tumblr and YT close second lol.
43. Nickname: literally any and all variations of Mackenzie. fav so far is like… macklemore
44. Relationship status: “just fuck me up”
45. Zodiac sign: libra
46. College: looking into places with vet school and ethology majors, idk yet
47. Hair colour: blonde
48. Long or short: medium long?
49. Height: 5′8″
50. Do you have a crush on someone: might as well
51. What do you like about yourself: i have pretty eyes and im down to earth? i also like my hands and my legs look good sO THERES THAT?
52. Tattoos: nopenopenope
53. Right or left handed: righty tighty
54. First piercings: ears
55. First best friend: this girl jennifer when i was like 6
56. First sport you joined: softball
57. First vacation: hawaii
58. First pair of trainers: wait shoes right uhhh no idea
59. Eating: well i was eating an almond joy but its gone now
60. Drinking: nada
61. About to: watch a show
62. Listening to: my show in a sec omg
63. Waiting for: answers, dammit! *slams folder on desk*


Your future:
64. Want kids: NEVER i have my feathered kid(s) and that is enough
65. Get married: i really really want to, like really
66. Career: ethologistttt biologistttt surgical artisttttt avian veterinariannnn we just dont know


Which is better:
67. Lips or eyes: eyes
68. Hugs or kisses: ok both
69. Shorter or taller: taller
70. Older or younger: older
71. Romantic or spontaneous: romantic
72. Nice stomach or arms: arms
73. Loud or sensitive: sensitive
74. Hook-up or relationship: relationship
75. Trouble maker or hesitant: hesitant (what a weird term to use tho)

Do you believe in:
76. Yourself: to an extent, yepperoni
77. Miracles: yes
78. Love at first sight: no
79. Heaven: yes
80. Santa Clause: nooooo
81. Kisses on first dates: no

“Distance.”

Request from anons: “Dear sam part 2?” “AGH FEELS SO MANY FEELS part 2 to Dear Sam please? Xxxx” “Dear sam part 2?” UHM SHOUT OUT TO THE JACKS FOR THE INSPIRATION ON THIS

Part 1

Sammy’s POV

“Nah the first date was enough. She just didn’t spark to me. I don’t know. She didn’t seem to be the one, you know?” I told the guys. “You’re not supposed to be looking for ‘the one’ Sam. You are too young to be looking. I thought you were just looking for some fun!” Rupp said. “I was but then going on all these dates, it’s, I’m over it just to have fun. I feel like I’m ready to settle down. No more fuck boy shits.” I took a sip of water. “Uh, Sam? You’re going on how many dates with how many different girls and how many have you taken on even a second date and want to stop being a fuckboy? Sounds like a fuck boy to me.” J noted. “Fine whatever. But all these girls just isn’t who I’m looking for.” “And who are you looking for?” G leaned forward, asking me. “Y/N..” Swazz blurted out. “Nah nah nah. Her and I are way over. She was an amazing girl, don’t get me wrong, but I need something different. I guess.”

All of a sudden, we hear the front door open and close. “Extra extra, read all about it.” Nate walks in, flipping through the mail. “Mail for you, for me, for you, for you, for you, and for you.” Nate reads, handing them off to me and Swazz. Nate sits down on the recliner, “Oh, and this, my good sir, is for you. Special delivery from Y/N.” He hands me a notebook. Dear Sam, I read the cover. I started flipping through the pages really fast to get a glimpse, “What is this?” I looked at Nate. “That,” He points at me, “Is for you to find out.” If you want to figure it out fast, open to the last written page.” He sits back, watching me. I gave him a confused look and read the last written page in the notebook. “What?” I felt myself get confused half way through. I felt my heart stop beating, “What the fuck is this? Is this a fucking joke?” I started yelling at Nate. “No Sam. She’s serious.” “No. She doesn’t mean any of this! YOU MADE HER WRITE THIS!” My anger started getting worse. 

“I MADE HER WRITE HOW SHE REALLY FELT AND WHAT WAS BEST FOR HER! SHE’S HURTING MORE BECAUSE OF YOU! SHE DOESN’T WANT TO BE FRIENDS BECAUSE SHE CAN’T STAND BEING HAPPY FOR YOU AND ALL SHE IS, IS BE MISERABLE! HER HEART IS STILL HEALING FROM THE HURT YOU CAUSED HER!” Nate yelling back at me, standing up. “SHE’S THE ONE THAT BROKE UP WITH ME! SHE’S THE ONE THAT WANTED TO BE FRIENDS AFTER! HOW DID I HURT HER!?” “She broke up with you because you started becoming SELFISH and CARELESS. You SUFFOCATED her! You gave her no options in who she can be friends with. You gave her no freedom to do shit she wanted to do! She was MISERABLE! And the only reason why she said she wanted to be friends was because she would be KILLING herself if she didn’t know what you were doing with your life.. Going on dates, fucking other girls, seeing someone else. She wanted to know so she wouldn’t have to sit up all night thinking about it!” Swazz joined in. 

“No! Fuck you guys! Her and I are still going to be friends and I am still going to see her on a regular basis! And I’m going to tell her that!” I got up and start walking towards the door. “No Sam!” Nate and Swazz run to me, blocking the door. “You are not going to ruin this for her! She needs time to heal her heart! And the only way is by keeping your distance! She will talk to you when she’s ready but for now, LET HER BE IN PEACE!” “FUCK OFF!” I tried pushing them off, “NO SAM! DO YOU CARE ABOUT Y/N?!” “OF COURSE!” I struggled to push them off. “THEN CARE ENOUGH TO GIVE HER SOME SPACE!” I froze. “If you love and care for her enough, you would give this to her.” Nate sighed. “It’ll take some time to get used to, but you will be fine. And she will be fine. We’ll be there for her.” He pointed at all the guys and himself. “We’re watching out for her. Don’t worry….” I felt tears filling my eyes, “Promise you’ll protect her and be there for her, every single day…” My voice cracking. He puts his hand on my shoulder, “We will man. She’s safe with us.. Bet.” “If I write her one letter, will you give it to her? And that’ll be it. I promise.” He thought for a second, then nodded. “I-i’ll give it to you in a few days. I need time to think about what to write…” I stuttered, walking to my room. 

I lied on my bed, remembering about my relationship with Y/N. All the good and bad times. I opened my laptop, looking through screenshots and typed notes I used to write whenever I felt angry at Y/N or any type of emotion basically. I came across the last note that happened to be our break up. I read over it and started feeling all these emotions. I started writing,

“Dear You,

I’m sitting here thinking about things to say. Thinking about us. Thinking about before. I remember the night we fought. You were so fed up with the fight that you up and left to go to a party. 

Missed calls and ignored texts and I stayed up all night stressing, with you on my mind. Happens every single time we fought. But the next morning when you’d come back, the last fight would be put in the past. I’m sorry I couldn’t trust you. I’m sorry all I felt was lust for you. But I still loved you. So what do we do now? Everything we built, we broke it. It’s all shattered and broken. I can’t get you outta my head. It’s all falling down. But you still kept things from me. And I thought you were the one. I guess things changed and it was never because of the fame. We just lost interest. One day you’re here, the next day I’m missing. Were we ever going to be consistent? Were you ever listening? I felt so distant. But you were gone in an instant. Looking at your eyes, it’s easy to see that something was hurting you so bad. We were so happy together, so satisfied. Listening to my voicemail, hearing your name next to mine. I wish I could just turn back time… 

But I can’t. And I’m sorry that I can’t. I wish I could take away your pain but that’s for you to take care of. I’m still here for you. I’m still waiting for you on the other side of this friendship, when you’re ready. You say you were the problem? We were both the problem. We both had issues. And we both took it out on each other. Find a man who is able to take care of you on your hardest days and celebrates with you on your best days. Remember to always love yourself. I hope one day you find your peace and finally start being happy with life. Even if it means never coming back into your life again. Keep your distance for as long as you need. My forever still means something with you. 

I do hope this isn’t goodbye forever. 
Heal your broken heart.
Love, Me.”

I felt all my emotion just flush, folding up the letter. I walk out my room, “Took you only 6 hours.” Swazz looked at his watch. “Here.” My dull voice filled the room. “Mind if we take a read?” All the guys look at me, as I shrugged, sitting on the couch. The Jacks took the letter, reading it. “Shit. You mind if we make this part into a song?” J pointed in the middle of the letter. “Sure.” I shrugged, J taking a picture, saving it for later, handing it to the rest of the guys for them to read. After they read and passed, Nate put it in an envelope and put it in his pocket. “I’ll make sure she receives it. You’re doing this for her Sam.” He looks at me. “For her…” I whispered. 

[There will be no continuation to this imagine]

6

(Gifs not mine)


Dean walked into the kitchen as you were sipping your morning coffee. You had been joking around for a long time, but last night’s prank had been everything but fun. He had waited until you fell asleep and then he cut your hair. It wasn’t like you were that kind of girl who is obsessed with her hair, but you’d had thanked if you had participated on the decision of make it disappear.

“Good morning hairy,” he sang smirking. Son of a bitch!

You put your middle finger up in response to his provocation. His smile never fading away.

“Bad mood in the morning? Is that because of your missing hair?” he asked innocently, placing himself next to you. You looked up at him, with a wide grin.

“My hair is not the only missing thing in this bunker,” you said, playing the best bitch face you could.

He looked confused at you while you stood up and faced him, “The last time I checked, that wheeled thing that you love with your life was taking a walk out of the garage…”.

“Wait… What have you done?” his face turning from confusion to anger, “If you have scratched Baby you’ll regret it for the rest of your existence sweetheart,” he threatened.

Dean rushed through the corridors, heading to the garage, and you followed him wanting to be there to see his reaction. He was expecting that his car would be damaged or something similar but, when he entered the room, the sight was pretty much scary: Baby was gone.

“Where the hell is my car Y/N?” yelled Dean pointing at you.

“Oh my God! Someone stole the Impala!” you fake cried, leaning against the door frame.

“Don’t play me, girl! You better bring me back my car or I’ll kill you!”

“Dean, Dean, Dean…” you giggled, “If I were you… I wouldn’t be intimidating the life of the only person that can take back you precious Baby,” you emphasized the last words, just to make him lose his mind a little more. You gave him one last huge smile before turning back and leave.

You’re always playing this stupid games because you can’t live without the other. Actually, I’m pretty sure that you have a thing for each other”. That was what Sam had said to you the night before, when he was helping you to fix your hair.

A thing for Dean, that was hilarious.

If he only knew…

Don’t Leave Me: “Drunk Mistakes?”, Part 2

(part 1)

(masterlist)

“Hey, babey! It’s two in the morning and you’re the only thought in my head, and I know that when I wake up at ten a.m., you’ll still be the only thought I have. I miss ya soooooooooo much, please come back to me. I love yo…” Harry’s voice slurred on the phone, being interrupted by the beep ending the voicemail.

Since the day Harry and I broke up, one week and four days ago, he’s called every night, every goddamn night, drunk. It saddened me to think that throught all this time he’s been drunk calling me, I’m the bad thought in the back of his mind. And even worst, he was the one to break me. I might have left first, but he was already out of that relationship long before I could even notice. He had no right to be sad or heartbroken. That right was only given to me, the one with a shattered heart and a broken mind.

I clicked on the button to listen to a previous voicemail, one that wasn’t sent that night, but that couldn’t get out of my head even if I tried. “I think I might hate you” His voice started and by the way he talked, it was obvious he’d been drinking, just like in all the other messages he sent me.” You broke me. You left me and didn’t even let me explain myself. I want only you and you. Maybe I don’t deserve you. Maybe you’re too good. I don’t know, ‘M talking so much shit and my head’s all messed up right now. Nick is trying to convince me to get into a girl’s pants but I might punch him in the face because I love you so much. And I hate you. But, God, I love you”  he giggled, “I think we should get married. Call me if you wanna get married. I can make us get married, y’know? I’m rich.”

After all the voicemails he sent me, he would mention in the end that I was supposed to call him, but he was drunk and I couldn’t know until what point he was meaning those words, besides, the fact that he only called me whenever he wasn’t sober just showed me how a coward he could be. How he didn’t have the guts to walk up to me and speak up his mind.

So, when I decided to dig up that bottle of whiskey on the top shelf all by myself, I knew that I was supposed to follow Harry’s steps, as much as I didn’t want to be that girlfriend that drunk calls, it was the only way I could face him. So hypocrite of me to say Harry’s the coward when I’m doing just the same thing he is. I guess that’s the thing loving relationships do to you.

After some glasses of alcohol, my mind was tipsy and love songs lyrics were being slurred by me. There I was, all alone at my old and small flat screaming ‘This Is What Makes Us Girls’ at the top of my lungs with a bottle of Jack Daniels in my hand, not even bothering to grab a glass. I just wanted to drown my frustration and sadness into drinking.

It was something around two-thirty in the morning and the fact that Harry still hadn’t called me was strange. He would always call sometime around one and three in the morning. Maybe he forgot me. Maybe he decided to move on. Maybe I was never enough, just like I always imagined.

“Fuck you, Harry Styles!”

Letting out a laugh, I grabbed my phone and looked for his contact. If this situation wasn’t like this, if I wasn’t that drunk, I’d never have the guts to call my ex-boyfriend, rambling stuff that was tied on my throat since before our break up.

“Harry?” I said as soon as he picked up my call.

“Y/N? Is it you?” He said after a while. He didn’t sound drunk. Why wasn’t he drunk? He was supposed to be drunk. I pouted, feeling sadness run in my veins and tears brimming my eyes.

“Why aren’t drunk? You should be drunk. That’s why I’m calling you. You were supposed to be drunk and call me, and then I’d be drunk and would answer you, because I didn’t have the guts to do it before” I laughed, “That’s so funny! I said you were a coward, but guess what? I’m a coward, too! Remember when you said you wanted to get married? Yeah, let’s get married! We can call our children ‘Pussy’ and ‘Chicken’, because we’re both cowards!”

When he didn’t laugh, I wanted to cry.

“Why aren’t you laughing? It’s funny. Why aren‘t you saying anything? You should be drunk. You don’t love me anymore, do you?”  I cried. “I knew it! That’s why I left you! You never loved me. You always wanted to stay out, stay away from me, just because sometimes I can get a bit jealous or insecure. I left you because I was too afraid of losing you, but I already did, right? I lost you long before I left you that day.”

He sighed loudly and that made me angry. Why should I listen to his bullshit when he’s drunk but he can’t listen to mine? “Y/N, you’re drunk. You should go to sleep.”

“Does that mean you don’t love me anymore? You can say it. If you do, then I’ll forget you. I can try to move on. But I love you so much, Harry Bear.”

“I do love you, so much, but go to sleep. You don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Come back… please, be here. Stay here with me. I don’t care I left you. I don’t care you left me alone every night or that you almost raped and slapped me…”

“Y/N! I would never do any of this to you. Don’t ever say that again. Ever. This is not okay. I could never touch you, I could never see you hurt.”

“But I am. I’m hurt and heartbroken and I want you here.”

“I don’t know if that’s a good idea, you might regret this…”      

“Stop rejecting me!” I sobbed, crying out loud at the feeling of that pain in my heart grow in absurd heights. I heard the beeping of the phone, and  screamed. He hung up on me. He just declined this call. He was rejecting the chance he was having of getting me back.

He didn’t love me anymore. Maybe he never did. Maybe he liked the attention I gave him. Or it could be the sex. It could be the fact that I could move mountains and break rocks if that meant that I could be with him. Or if that meant he was happy, even if I wasn’t the one to cause his happiness.

I broke down on the floor, my head hanging on the wall behind me, and the bottle that was once filled with alcohol slowly ending, drop by drop. If I thought that drinking could help me to get out of the black hole that I was living, I was so wrong. While being sober I could distract myself, even if it’s only for two minutes in an entire day. Drunk, there was nothing I could do. He was here, and he was there. He was on my couch and on the ground I was laying. He was on my walls, and worst, he was on my mind. He was stuck in my heart. Harry was the nicotine, the was the air I was breathing.

I hate loving him. I hate he made me love him so much. But above all,I hate the fact that he can be the one to give me all the happiness and all the sadness. He could change my mood in a matter of seconds. I fucking hated the way he was able to control me, because I couldn’t do the same with him. I couldn’t do anything but wait until time helped me to make the pain fade away, until it became a very unpleasant and hurtful memory.

When my flat’s bell rang I was still crying, not leaving my spot on the floor. At first I thought I was hearing things, because Harry left me on the other line of the phone and no one would show up for me in the middle of the night, but then loud knocks came, and I knew, I felt it was him. I could feel his presence next to me.

“Y/N?” He called me on the other side of the door. The ache in my heart was no longer there, because he was here. He was here with me.

Dragging myself to the door, I opened, and his arms embraced me. I knew I was still drunk when I wrapped my arms around him feeling angrier than never.

“I hate you” I sobbed, not being able to contain the mixture of happiness and sadness floating inside me.

“I love you. Let’s get you to bed, okay?”

“No, you’re going to leave me if I do.”

“I won’t, I promise.”




Shifting in my bed, I tried to find a comfortable position where my head wouldn’t hurt so much. Not worth at all, though. It didn’t matter if my head was turned to the right or left, it still hurt like if someone had stabbed me in the head with a hammer.

“Y/N?” Harry’s voice called me, and I noticed him sitting on the edge of my bed. The memories from last night were still very vivid in my mind, and I was mentally cursing myself for acting like an immature teenage girl.

“Sorry about last night. I was really stupid, you didn’t need to come over here.” I said, not daring to look at his face.

“You remember it?”

“Every single bit.”

“I’m glad you called.”

“I was drunk, Harry. I didn’t mean the crap I said.”

“Drunk people talk the truth and I don’t believe you were lying” he spoke, and as soon as the words left his mouth, they kicked in. He was quoting the same thing I’d told him almost two weeks before. As he saw the look on my face, Harry smiled.

“It doesn’t matter. It’s not gonna happen. I might still love you and all, but I’m not jumping back into that relationship with you. It’s only gonna hurt me more, and you’re never going to change. I can’t go throught that again.”

“Look at me” he pleaded, and I sat on the bed, noticing that I was wearing one of his shirts that I couldn’t get rid off when we broke up. I looked at him, and he had a desperate look, “I know. I know we fought. Holy shit, we did fight a lot, and I did fucked up big time, but we loved.  We loved each other more than any other thing in the world. We fought because we cared. Our fights were filled with passion and fucked-up ways of saying ‘I love you’. And I do. I love you and I’m not going to make the same mistakes again.”

He was so right. He was so right that it pained me to realize his words were all true.

“Harry, you’re hot then you’re cold. I can’t stay here and hope that one day you won’t wake up and think that you’re done with me. If it hurts that much now, how worse will it be in the future?”

“I’m never going to be done with you. I can’t let you go, you’re the only thing in my life I’m certain of, and I won’t just give up on that.”

Seeing him like this made me remember why I loved him so much and why he was the only one for me. We were screwed up. We were a mess. But we were such a beautiful mess. We were fucking flawless. I didn’t care anymore. I could get hurt in the end, and probably I was going to, but he was so worthy it. My mind was clouded with his love. 

I could see it in his eyes. He loved me.

“I’m going to change, I don’t want to do anything that could make me lose you. I wouldn’t be able to go throught that again.” He paused. “I’m going to do anything to have you back. I need you, and I’m fighting for us.”

“Kiss me, you idiot.”




A/N: Requests are open. Anna x

Wallet

part one | part two | part three | part four

part four: 

Sakura was nervous. She had tried to play it cool when she texted him about getting coffee and then even tried to sound nonchalant when he asked her out for dinner. Truth was, she was beyond ecstatic to see his reply in asking her to meet up for dinner instead of coffee. That meant something right? That he wasn’t overly freaked out by her bold move in approaching him?

Actually, it was a surprising move on her part as well. She never expected that she, herself, would do something like this. Guys had approached her often enough and it had gotten tiring to the point that she had lost interest in the dating scene. Men just seem like giant neanderthals to her and she had tried to maintain a relatively low profile in just focusing on her studies and ignoring all love calls.

So why was she suddenly so interested in this guy? Especially a guy who carried a picture of her around. She should be running as far as she can from this guy but here she was, running straight towards him with open arms. He was handsome, that’s for sure. He was tall with model-like features and a quiet demeanor. Frankly put, he was certainly her ideal type. 

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“When It Really Matters” Chapter 7: Euphoria Ends, Reality Begins

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“Beca, are you sure this is what you want?” Chloe asked the beautiful young girl who was kissing her neck passionately.

“Mhm…” was the only reply she received as Beca refused to pull her lips away from creating a round dot on Chloe’s neck. Chloe let her continue for a few minutes, and she drug her fingernails across Beca’s back very gently sending chills down Beca’s spine.

Chloe suddenly sat up, “Beca…” Beca pulled away and looked at her. “Look, I’m just asking if you are sure because I have been waiting for this for a long time… Three years actually… And if this is going to just be a one time thing, I need to know… You know, to prepare myself…” She trailed off and looked down no longer making eye contact.

Beca took her face between her hands, “Chlo, I don’t know where you and I will be a week from now. I don’t know where we will stand in the morning… But I know that right now, in this moment, I have never been happier, and I have never wanted to kiss someone as much as I want to kiss you right now.” Their eyes met and a smile stretched across Chloe’s face giving Beca the green light to continue.

Beca, with Chloe’s face still in her hands, placed a kiss gently on the end of her nose. “You are so damn beautiful,” she whispered. Chloe giggled, and her face grew warm with shyness from the compliment.

Beca moved her mouth to Chloe’s. She playfully pushed their lips together, and then pulled back quickly, doing this several times before Chloe said, “Please… Just kiss me, Mitchell.” Beca did what was asked of her. For several minutes, they sat there, kissing, and nibbling at each other’s lips. Beca could feel Chloe growing more and more excited. She trailed her kisses down from Chloe’s mouth down between her breasts. She hovered her mouth over her breast, just close enough to make Chloe feel her breath on her. She kept pushing her chest slightly forward, but Beca would inch away… Chloe huffed, “What are you trying to do to me, Becs?”

Beca said nothing, but grinned from ear to ear. Then in one swift motion, Chloe was flung onto her back. Beca was no longer playing around. She pushed her mouth to Chloe’s, swiftly and quickly, yet somehow still appealingly, sliding her tongue against Chloe’s. She began to slowly move her hips to where she was rubbing against Chloe. She placed her head next to Chloe’s on the pillow as she grind into her with a steady, still slow rhythm. Chloe took this opportunity to lick and kiss Beca’s neck, motivating Beca to speed up a notch. Chloe’s breathing had become fast with the occasional moan whenever Beca would push into her harder.

Suddenly, Beca just stopped. There was a moment of pause and uncertainty, and Chloe began to worry that she had changed her mind, but then Beca slid her hand down Chloe’s rib cage to, to her hip, and then she slipped her hand under Chloe’s red panties. Beca gently slid her fingers down to Chloe’s entrance. She was wet, and Beca’s fingers slid in easily. Chloe gripped the sheets tightly when she felt the fingers inside her. Beca moved her fingers in and out, and would occasionally make a “come here” motion with her index finger that made Chloe squirm. She enjoyed seeing Chloe this vulnerable to her touch. She had always seemed so composed and in control, but now she looked at the woman laying beneath her, eyes closed, fists balled up tightly around the sheets, about to reach a euphoric state that Beca was taking her to. Beca pridefully smiled to herself. She pulled her fingers out and thrust herself against Chloe. Now, she moved quickly and rotated her hips in a circular motion.

Chloe, breathing rapidly, let out quiet loudly, “Beca, YES!” Chloe raised up her hips into Beca as she continued her hip rotation. Chloe’s hands found Beca’s bare hips and she gripped her tightly. Beca rocked harder and she could feel the warmth radiating from Chloe as she pushed herself against her. The harder she rocked, the louder Chloe’s moans were, and the more the headboard of the bed bashed against the wall. Chloe let out a loud gasp, and her whole body stiffened, but was accompanied by occasional full-body shivers. Beca kissed Chloe’s stomach, up to her neck, and then moved to place a soft gentle kiss on her forehead before climbing off of her. She lay beside her watching Chloe try to catch her breath as she stared at the ceiling.

Chloe thought about how that was the best sex she had ever had, and she was pretty experienced. “That was fun,” she said as she flipped over on her side to face Beca, “But, I’m pretty tired now, so I should probably go…”

Beca wiggled closer to her until there noses were inches apart. “It was a ton of fun.” She kissed the end of Chloe’s nose and turned on her back, lifted the arm closest to Chloe up above them and said, “Come here, Beale.” Chloe turned her head to the side with a confused expression, but happily slid over to lay on Beca’s chest. She could hear the thumping of Beca’s heart and thought to herself, “That’s the most beautiful melody I’ve ever heard…” Then she closed her eyes, embraced the warmth that she was wrapped in, and drifted off into a peaceful sleep.

The next morning Beca awoke with a very naked Chloe still laying on her chest. “Holy shit… That wasn’t a dream. That was real…” She snuggled her face into Chloe’s hair and breathed in the scent. It smelled like coconuts. Beca looked at her sleeping face. She was so peaceful, and the morning light shining through the window made her skin look soft, and gave a pink tint to it. Beca carefully, so to not wake her up, ran her fingertips over Chloe’s bare shoulder.

Beca watched Chloe sleep for what seemed like the best hour of her life, and then Chloe’s eyes began to flutter, and before she even fully opened her eyes, she was already smiling and whispered sleepily, “Good morning, Becs.”

“Hey,” Beca chuckled, “You are awfully chipper this morning. Did you sleep well?”

Chloe flipped over on top of Beca, “Yeah, I slept great, but it’s not the beauty sleep that has made me so happy this A.M.”

Beca pushed some stray hairs behind Chloe’s ear, “Oh? Did you have a lot of ‘jiggle juice’ last night before bed?”

She shook her head, “Nope. I had some really great sex though.”

“How great?” Beca smiled through the redness on her cheeks.

“Oh… So… good…” Chloe whispered right in Beca’s ear before kissing her.

Beca pulled away and looked at her, “I’m never leaving this bed again.”

Chloe laughed and started to kiss her again, but there was a knock at the door, “Beca?… Um, Jesse is downstairs… He said he wanted to talk to you, and that he was really sorry,” Stacie said.

“Shit!” Beca moved out from under Chloe… “I’ll be down in a second! Fuck, Chloe, what am I going to do? What are we gonna do?”

Chloe sat up with the sheet tucked under her arms, “What do you mean?”

“My BOYFRIEND is downstairs wanting to make up. I’m upstairs where my best friend is naked in my bed! Our friends are all outside, probably wondering where the hell you are, and I have to go downstairs and deal with Jesse, and I don’t know what the fuck I’m going to do…”

Chloe got up, still wrapped in the sheets, “Hey, slow down… Breathe… It’s going to be okay…” Beca was on the verge of tears, and Chloe wrapped her in a tight hug. “Don’t cry… You don’t have to tell him about us if you don’t want to… This is a big deal, and I don’t want you to feel pressured to do anything without having time to think it over.”

Beca looked up at Chloe, who was smiling, but her eyes were full of fear and hurt. “I’m so sorry, Chlo… I didn’t expect him to show up, and honestly, he was the last thing on my mind last night. I had forgotten about him. I don’t want you to think that I have made a decision. Me going down there isn’t me forgetting you. I swear. There’s no way I could do that…” She moved around the room, found her underwear, threw on a shirt, and stopped to look at Chloe sitting on the bed as she reached for the door. She started to turn the knob, but then went back over to the bed pressing her lips to Chloe’s. “I really don’t want to leave this room…”

Chloe bit her lower lip and looked down, “Go, Beca. I’ll see you later.”

Beca put her forehead to Chloe’s and breathed in her coconut smell before standing up to go face Jesse. “See you later, Chlo…”

Kindred chapter 3

Rae is still trying to hide from Tom and her feelings for him but doing a poor job at it, even in her own apartment she can’t escape him and he doesn’t really seem to mind her company.

No warning, this is pretty much all fluff and a little bit of feels for now

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

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Kindred chapter 3

I was climbing the stairs to my apartment after a long day of work, looking forward to sinking down on my couch with a bottle of wine and just hide from the world for a while, and especially from Tom.
But when I opened my door I found the object of my recent problems occupying my couch with his enormously long legs, he was ticking away on the remote control of my tv and looked up when he heard me come in.

I had to fight my initial reaction to just turn around and walk back through that door.

What was he doing here? How did it become impossible for me to escape him? Not even in my own apartment now?! Is this a sign?

I took a deep breath and tried to act like I wasn’t bothered, which of course I was, this was my safe haven, he was not supposed to be here to distract me.

‘Hey stalker’ I joked, putting a smile on his face.

‘I’m so sorry,’ he apologized,’ your sister let me in but she had another fitting for her dress, she thought you wouldn’t mind if I hung out here, please tell me if you do, it’s okay, it’s your apartment and I don’t want to impose’

He was already halfway up and out of the couch before I could speak.
‘It’s fine, stay’ I sighed and gave him what I hoped would be a friendly smile, how could I kick him out when he was being all apologetic and sweet?

If the universe would not allow me to avoid him, I might as well just go with it, it’s not as if I really had a choice anyway.

He sat back down with a relieved smile as I took off my coat and crawled next to him on the couch, making sure I kept my distance.

‘I was just picking out a movie, do you want to join me?’ he asked.
‘Sure, why not…what are you watching?’
‘I hadn’t decided yet,’ he said,’ what do you like?’

‘No romantic bullshit,’ I said quickly,’ anything else is fine’
He shook his head laughing.

‘You’re not like most girls are you?’ he said as he looked at me. 
I wasn’t sure if that was a compliment or just a statement.

‘Am I not?’ I asked him as I smiled, his eyes were resting on me again and I could see his smile disappear and make room for a more serious expression.

‘No you’re not’ he spoke softly. 
And there it was again, that awkward moment where he looked at me too long for comfort and I could feel the butterflies starting to wake up in my belly.

I looked away and back to the tv, wishing he would just pick something and start watching it, anything for this moment to be over.

‘There,’ I said, pointing at the first movie I saw,’ The green Mile’
‘Really?’ he asked surprised,’ no romance but sad depressing drama is okay?’

‘It’s a great movie!’ I insisted.
‘That’s very true,’ he agreed,’ Alright, The green mile it is then’

I got up to take a bottle of wine and two glasses from the kitchen, filled them both and handed one to Tom before I crawled back to my corner on the couch.
‘I think we might need these’ I said as I gave him a little smile.

‘It’s okay,’ he said,’ if it gets too sad I will hold your hand’

I was definitely not imagining this, he was flirting, again! It’s like he just couldn’t help himself it came so naturally to him.

I took a long sip from the wine and tried to ignore what he just said and how his hand on mine was now all I could think about. I crawled further back to my side of the couch while he started the movie.

I was happy to be able to sit with him for a few hours without having to talk to him, I could see he was completely drawn into the movie and I allowed my eyes to drift. 

He was wearing a blue jeans and a dark t-shirt that hugged his chest and he was sitting with his long legs wide open again, leaned back in the couch.
His face was gorgeous in the dim light coming from the tv, his cheekbones appeared even sharper than usual and his eyes were so focussed on the screen it was almost hypnotizing, I could see him biting his lip when the scenes got more intense.

I couldn’t help but smile and I had to force myself to look away from him and keep my attention on the movie.

It was almost midnight when we were watching the end credits roll down the screen, I stretched my arms over my head as I sat up straight in the couch and turned to look at him. 
He was still watching the screen avoiding to look at me and I could see his eyes were teary.

‘Are you crying?’ I asked.
‘No, he said way too quickly but when he turned his head to look at me I could see the tears in his eyes.

‘Oh my god, do you need me to hold your hand?’ I joked, biting my lip as soon as I realised what I just said but he was so taken aback by the movie that he hadn’t noticed my poor attempt at flirting or if he did he just ignored it.

‘How can you not cry with this movie?’ he then asked surprised,’ it’s heart wrenching’
‘It is,’ I said, more softly now,’ and I did cry the first time I saw it’

‘I can’t help it,’ he admitted,’ it gets me every time’

I looked at him and the little smile on his face as he was hiding the tears and wiped his cheeks. 
It was the most adorable thing I had ever seen and before I realised what I did I had moved over to his side of the couch and put my hand on his knee.

He didn’t react shocked or surprised but just took my hand and curled his fingers around mine while he rubbed my palm with his thumb and stared into my eyes. 

My heart was about to jump out of my chest being so close to him all of a sudden.

I knew I should get up right now, just take my hand back and stand up but I was unable to move. I would do anything to drag this moment and have him touch me for just a little while longer.

His eyes had not left mine for some time now and I knew he noticed my breathing was faster than it had been before. I tried to read his expression but all I could do was drown into those gorgeous blue eyes, my mind was completely blank.

He brought his hand to my face and let it run through my hair softly, brushing my cheek with his thumb but just when I thought he was going to lean closer he let out a deep sigh and turned away from me. 

I knew the moment was over before it even started and I quickly got up from the couch, trying to escape the awkward emptiness that hung between us now.

‘Goodnight Tom’ I whispered and I looked back at him before I left the room, he was sitting numb in his spot on the couch and staring in front of him.
 
***

I had finally managed to find sleep after lying awake for over an hour, thinking about that moment and if I had just been imagining it, but it was a restless sleep and I woke up again around 4 o’clock that night.
As I tossed and turned a little I could hear movement in the other room, the guest room.

I tried to listen more carefully and regretted it immediately…the bed was squeaking, it was pretty quiet at first but then it got louder, and then I heard the sound that really killed me: it was a deep male voice moaning, it was Tom! Tom was moaning louder and louder and about to have an orgasm right behind this wall.
No! Oh fuck no! 

I pulled my pillow over my ears trying to block this sound from my head but it was useless. 
And just when I thought it might be over I could hear my sister screaming:’ Oh god…oh Tom…oh god yes!’

No no no this is not happening! 

I was out of the bed in seconds, ran through my living room in a mad rush and out of the apartment, I closed the door behind me and let out a deep sigh of relief at the silence in the hallway. 
There was no way I could go back in there so I knocked on Wyatt’s door.

It took him a few minutes to answer and he opened the door with messy hair, sleepy eyes and a blanket around his shoulders.

‘Of course it’s you’ he sighed.
‘I request shelter’ I begged him.

On seeing my face he pulled me inside immediately and put his arms and his blanket around me. I leaned into his hug and rested my head on his shoulder.

‘What happened?’ Wyatt asked.
‘Please don’t ask, I don’t wanna talk about it,’ I said as I shook my head and broke free from his hug,’ just let me have your couch’
He looked at me again with a worried look on his face.

‘You can have my bed, I couldn’t sleep anyway,’ he said as he gave me the blanket and pushed me towards his bedroom,’ go sleep and tell me everything in the morning’
I leaned in to kiss him on the cheek.

‘Thank you’ I said softly and found my way to the bedroom, I let myself fall on the bed and pulled the pillow over my head, I could still hear Tom’s sexy moans in the back of my head, sleep was the last thing on my mind. 

***

After saying goodbye to Wyatt the next morning I hurried over to my apartment to get dressed when I found Clara sitting on the kitchen table.

‘Good morning,’ she said with a big smile on her face,’ where were you last night?’
‘I had plans with Wyatt’ I lied, not wanting her to know that she and Tom were the reason I ran from my own apartment.

‘So you weren’t here at all?’ she asked, I could see a hint of relief on her face.

‘No I wasn’t,’ I said, it had been the last thing I wanted to say about the whole thing but the huge smile on her face made me angry all of a sudden and I couldn’t keep quiet,’ but um…I would appreciate it if you and Tom kept it down next time, I’ve just had complaints from my neighbour’

The smile disappeared from her face instantly, I know it was cruel but it made me feel a little bit better. 

‘I’m so sorry,’ she said as she brought her hand to her chest in shock,’ oh God Rae I’m sorry, I don’t want to get you in trouble with your neighbours’

‘Just go to his hotel room next time’ I said as I gave her a little fake smile and disappeared into my room.

I know, I wasn’t proud of myself either. Jealousy is an ugly beast and it hadn’t visited me for a long time, I was not ready to let it in again but I could feel it forcing its way in anyway and I was powerless to stop it.

The thought that she was, once again, getting everything I wanted so badly was killing me, more than it ever had before because in my 32 years on this planet I had never wanted anything more than I wanted that man.