you will finally realize nate has always been looking at you that way and he will always be looking at you that way

Rejected (A Nate Maloley Imagine)

A/N: Thanks for the request!

“Can you write one with Nate where y/n and him meet at a party and she ignores his advances on her bc Derek is her best friend and since Nate and Derek had a fall out she doesn’t want to give him a chance. Then Nate realizes why she won’t give him any attention?”

Originally posted by sierralahoma

“Y/n you ready to go?!” a deep voice boomed from downstairs.

“Yes I just have to put on shoes!” I shout back.

The impatient voice summoning me was my best friend Derek. We were heading out to one of his friend’s house parties, and was always impatient when it came to me getting ready. A girl has to look good, he’ll understand.

I make my way downstairs making sure I didn’t forget anything. Derek was leaning against the wall, messing on his phone to kill the time.

“Finally,” he says annoyed, but not turning to look at me. He finally puts his phone away and acknowledges my presence.

“Damn” he said, eyes wide.

“Too much?” I ask concerned, pulling at my tight black dress.

“Never,” he grins, shooting me a wink.

I have been best friends with Derek for as long as I can remember. We met in school, and something between us just clicked. As his music career started taking off, he never forgot me and included me in pretty much every aspect of his life. Thanks to him I feel like I have a life.

We made our way into the prearranged Uber, because certainly no one was driving tonight.

“Who’s party is this again?” I ask in the car, looking out the window at the flickering street lamps.

“My new collaborator, I kind of have to do this to help the image” he replies.

“Oh okay,” I answer, finding it strange.

Before I could ask any further questions, we found ourselves being pushed into a swarm of people at a very packed house party.

“I’m gonna grab us some drinks” Derek shouted, making his way to what I assumed was the kitchen.

I leaned against the wall near to where the DJ was set up. I always liked to be by the music, it was the center of the party.

“Hey lil mama, you are gorgeous you know that?” a smooth voice sounded above the music.

I turn to see one of the hottest guys I’ve ever seen. Dark hair, dimples, tattoos. I was instantly flustered.

“H-hi” I stammer, his smile showing that he found my shyness cute.

“What’s your name gorgeous?” he questioned.

“Y/n” I reply, twirling my hair out of nerves.

“Beautiful name for a beautiful girl” he charms. I swear if he calls me beautiful one more time I’m going to combust.

“Don’t I get to know your name?” I quip, finding my voice in this conversation.

“Oh!” he laughs, realizing he forgot that part.

“Nate. Nate Maloley” he smiles, standing a little closer.

You have got to be kidding me.

Nate Maloley? The one name that I was hoping wouldn’t come out of his mouth. 

I had nothing against this guy, but Derek sure did. I used to have to hear Derek complain and rant about him constantly. They used to work in the studio together but had a major falling out, and I was there to mop up the blood.

If there was one name forbidden around Derek, it was Nate. And of course, Nate has to be the one to chat me up.

“I have to go,” I say more curtly than I intended.

“What? Why?” Nate looks puzzled, grabbing my arm to get a response.

“I just have to use the restroom” I lie, feeling myself able to leave.

He looked confused, but obliged.

The rest of the night was spent dodging Nate, but it seemed like everywhere I was, he was. He was looking for me, I must have definitely caught his fancy. I was flattered. Why did he have to be Derek’s ex best friend?

I was in the kitchen getting a drink when I felt a strong arm slide around my waist.

“Hey wanna go for a walk?“ He asked. "I can’t my friend will be looking for me,” I lied. Another lie, when would it stop. “Hey, you’ve been blowing me off all night. Was it something I said?” He asked annoyed but also concerned. “No, it’s not you, it’s…..complicated” I sigh. “Y/n, there you are!” A voice boomed entering the kitchen. It was Derek. His eyes fell on Nate and instantly I saw a flash of red before him. He immediately grabbed my hand to lead me away. “The friend.” Nate said curtly, piecing together why I was avoiding him. “Derek you’re being ridiculous” I say, angrily. “No I’m not, I told you I hate him why would you do this?” He asked frustrated. “He seems nice and he’s never done anything to me, I want to give him a chance. If you’re really my best friend you’d want me to be happy and support me” I caution. He looked conflicted but finally agreed. “I’m not happy about this, but I love you so I’ll let you go. But if he hurts you,” he began to say before I cut him off. “Don’t worry I can take care of myself” I say giving him a peck on the cheek. I walked back through the party towards the music when I recognized the tattoos. “Nate!” I shout. He spun around and dimples began to form with his smile. “Hey! I didn’t think I’d see you again” he smirked. “Shut up. How about that walk?” I retort.

Let me help you//Eric Harris

So I don’t remember EXACTLY what the request said because I cant find it now for some reason and my computer literally fucking hates me, but it was something along the lines of I think Eric finding out that you self harm and its really fluffy and cute so here we go!! Thank you @the-emancipation-of-m for making the request and I’m sorry that it took me so long to write this.

TRIGGER WARNING//SELF HARM/SELF MUTILATION

As carefully as possible, Y/N slipped the long sleeves of her shirt down over her wrists, trying her best to be careful so that the fresh cuts that were there would not get scraped along the way. She winced slightly, bringing her arm closer to her body as she walked down the crowded hallway towards her third period class, afraid that someone would bump her too harshly. But, just as her luck went, a very large jock bumped into her side, looking down for only a moment to mumble a sorry to her and continue walking quickly to his classroom, not stopping to even make sure that she was alright. She was thankful that he hadn’t. Her arms ached, a light throb radiating from her wrists, but she turned into her Film class, going to her seat without saying hello to any of her friends. Dylan looked over, nudging Eric with his elbow, a look of concern over his normally smiling face. He was always happy to be with his friends and in this classroom, but seeing YN look so unhappy was unusual, and caused a slight panic to radiate within him.

“Whats wrong with YN? Have you talked to her yet today?” Dylan asked in a hushed voice, looking over at Eric with concern in his eyes. Eric shrugged his shoulders slightly, looking down at his hands that held the new script for their next video that they were making.

“I should probably go talk to her shouldn’t I?” Eric asked, looking up sideways at Dylan, one of his eyebrows raised. Dylan nodded slightly, looking back at YN who was starting up one of the computers, pulling her sleeves down once again so that they almost covered the palms of her hands. Eric stood, dropping the script onto the chair he had been sitting in, shoving his hands into his pockets as he walked towards YN, his nerves finally kicking in. Something about her always made him nervous, maybe because she knew so much about him, since they had been friends for a while, or maybe because over the years they had been friends he had slowly started having feelings for her and it scared him. The thought of rejection scared him more than it should have. He pulled out the seat next to her, causing her to look up at him and give him a small smile.

“Hey Eric.” She said in a quiet voice, causing his heart to skip a beat. He smiled at her, his cheeks slightly pink whenever she said his name. YN looked back at the computer as Eric sat down, resting his chin on one of his hands.

“Is everything alright?” Eric asked her, causing her to look up. He wanted to get straight to the point, because he wasn’t really good at beating around the bush with these kinds of things. YN looked into his eyes for a moment, then gave him a small smile as convincingly as she could, nodding her head and rubbing her upper arm which was still tender from the large boy bumping into her in the hallway.

“Yeah I’m fine, don’t worry about me.” She said in a soft voice, bumping him lightly with her shoulder, causing him to smile back at her a bit. He rubbed the back of his neck, leaning back against the chair, his arm lazily draped across the back of YN’s chair.

“I was planning on playing some DOOM after school, do you want to come over?” Eric asked with a sudden burst of confidence. YN looked up at him again, a large smile spread across her face than before and she nodded quickly, her face going red when she realized just how enthusiastic she might have seemed to him, not wanting to seem too excited.

“Yeah, sure. I’d love to.” She said with a swift nod, trying to seem cool. He grinned and stood up finally.

“Awesome. Meet me by my car then.” Eric told her, turning and walking back to Dylan and Nate, a smile on his normally aggressive face. He sat down beside Dylan again, placing the script back into his lap as before, ignoring their sudden questions, all of his focus on the excitement of having YN over, even though she had been over many times before. This time was different though, because it would be just them. He hadn’t mentioned that to her, but he was afraid that if he did, she wouldn’t want to come over anymore, and that would make him a bit upset.

The rest of the day for YN went by in a slight blur, but every time she even barely bumped her arm it would begin to throb and bring her back to reality. The reality that she was weak in her eyes, and couldn’t even keep from hurting herself, and she didn’t want to disappoint anybody, but she knew if they found out then they would be disappointed. By the last period of the day, the blood from her wrist had slowly began to ooze through her shirt, and she breathed in deeply, closing her eyes and wishing that this wasn’t happening. Not now. Not right before she was going to hang out with Eric. Maybe he wouldn’t notice?

Slinging one of the straps of her bag over her shoulder, YN walked out towards Eric’s car, her head hanging low as she walked, not wanting anyone to notice her or say anything to her. She wished she was invisible at times like this, because she was always afraid that someone would start some sort of shit with her. That’s just how this school was. Eric leaned against the back of his car, his backwards hat not helping him from the sun like it should be as he held his hand up to shield his eyes and look for YN. He smiled at her warmly as she walked up towards his car, not saying anything as she walked past and to the passenger door. His eyebrows scrunched together but he shrugged, going to get into the car himself.

“Is everything alright?” Eric asked her as he started up the car. She plastered on the same fake smile as usual and nodded, looking over at him.

“Yeah, I’m good. Lets go.” She said and he nodded, pulling out of the parking lot and speeding off towards his house, wanting to get there as quickly as he could, wanting as much time with her as he could get. There was an awkward silence in the car as Eric drove to his house, causing him to tap his fingers against his steering wheel nervously. YN watched his fingers, the corners of her lips turning up.

“Everything alright?” She asked him, raising an eyebrow. Eric looked over at her out of the corner of his eye and nodded, chuckling.

“Don’t worry about me.” He told her giving her a quick thumbs up as he turned into his drive way, shutting the car off. “It’s gunna just be us for now. Dylan has to work until like 7 or so and then he might come over but I’m not really sure how late you’re planning on staying.” YN shrugged her shoulders, pushing her hair out of her eyes.

“I was just going to stay until you kicked me out, really.” She admitted, giggling whenever Eric gave her a shocked look.

“I would never kick you out!” He exclaimed, sounding offended that she would even think something like that. YN giggled again, pushing his arm as she walked up towards his house. Eric followed, unlocking and opening the door to let her in. She had been over numerous times before, so it wasn’t something new for her to just walk in. She looked around though as if she had never been here before, a small smile spread on her lips. Her eyes traveled over the entrance way, and she followed behind Eric as he walked to his room.

“You’re gunna have to excuse the mess. I forgot I hadn’t cleaned my room yet.” Eric told her, his face slightly pink when he realized this fact. He quickly picked up the dirty clothes that scattered across the bedroom floor. YN plopped herself on his bed, crossing her legs underneath her after kicking of her Vans, letting them fall onto the floor below her.

“You should see my room, honestly.” She told him, shaking her head. “It’s way worse than this, don’t worry about it.” She assured, causing him to smile and nod his head. He took a deep breath, trying to calm the butterflies that filled up his stomach. Eric turned, starting up his game that he had told YN about, since that was his reason for inviting her over. He felt like it would be kind of awkward if they didn’t even play the game. Looking over his shoulder, his eyes locked with YN who was leaning over the edge of the bed, her hand reaching out to his journal that he forgot was there. Eric had never moved as quickly as he did in that moment, grabbing her wrist to stop her. YN hissed, sucking air in through her teeth at the sudden pressure and contact of his hand grabbing her, and the fabric rubbing against her wrist.

“Shit are you okay? I didn’t mean to grab you hard.” Eric said, letting go and seeing the smudged blood on the palm of his hand. He looked at it for a moment, then raised his eyes up at YN, his face paling. “YN…” he said in a hushed tone, kneeling down in front of her, reaching out for her hand. YN retracted, clutching her arm to her chest. She shook her head at him, her eyes wide and scared, like a baby deer. “I’m not going to hurt you.” He whispered to her, reaching for her hand again. Slowly, she let her arm drop, watching as Eric took her hand in his, using his other to life her sleeve up gently. She breathed through her teeth again as the cool air hit the deep cuts on her wrist, the blood still dripping from the open wounds. Eric took a deep breath and looked up at YN, his eyes full of pain. How could he have not realized that something was wrong? When they were always together? How could he not have realized that she was hurting to the point that she would actually hurt herself in this way? He could feel his heart breaking in his chest, as he watched the tears roll down her cheeks. With a cautious finger, he reached forward and brushed the tears away.

“Do you hate me now?” YN asked in a quiet voice, her eyes meeting with Eric’s. His face looked shocked again when she asked that, and his heart broke further. He shook his head, pulling her down on his bedroom floor into his lap, wrapping his arms around her gently.

“I don’t hate you. I could never hate you. You’re not like everyone else, YN. You’re different. You’re special. Please let me help you.” Eric said in a hushed voice, burying his face into his hair as he held her close. He could feel her shaking gently, soft sobs erupting from inside her. He picked her up gently and placed her on the floor, standing and walking towards his closet. He opened it and looked around, pulling out a shirt and tossing it to her.

“Put this on, I’ll be right back.” He told her, leaving his room to get some bandages and ointments so that he could clean her up, wetting down a wash cloth so that he could wipe away as much of the dried blood as possible. Eric worked quickly so that he could get back to her as soon as he could.

YN slowly lifted her shirt off and dropped it back onto the floor, pulling the shirt Eric had handed her back over her head, letting the material engulf her body completely. She looked down at the KMFDM logo that was displayed over her chest and smiled slightly. She saw Eric wearing this shirt often, and knowing that he was okay with her wearing it made her heart flip over. Eric walked back in, dropping all the things onto the floor and sitting in front of her, looking her in the eyes. YN looked back at him nervously, watching as his eyes scanned over her, and stopped at her shirt. His eyes lit up and he smiled, his face going pink again. He finally looked at her wrists again and his smile slowly went away. He looked completely devastated as he looked them over, reaching out and picking up the washcloth, and began cleaning her up and putting on ointments and bandages. YN watched him, wincing every once in a while when he would rub too hard. He pulled the bandages on tightly, then moved everything out of the way.

“Please…YN, if you need someone to talk to, you know me and V are here for you. You never have to feel alone or feel like you’re bothering us or anything. We will always be here for you, no matter what.” Eric told her, and pulled her into him, hugging her tightly, feeling tears in his eyes as he kissed the top her head.

“Thank you, Eric.” YN whispered, pressing her head to his chest.

Parker, Hardison and Pretzels

Parker: So, I have to tell you something.
Hardison: Okay. Did–did you want to talk now?
Parker: Yeah. Okay. So, the thing is, I think that maybe I might be having feelings. Like weird, weird feelings… f-for…
Parker: …Pretzels.
Hardison: Pretzels. Okay.  Well, they’re right here, when you want them.

We all have a lot of feelings about this scene and I needed to make a post just about it and my feelings for it. Because this scene is about so much more than just Parker confessing that she likes Hardison. So let’s talk about that.

Parker is not good at emotions. Parker isn’t good with people. When a guy hits on Parker, she literally stabs him in the leg with a fork. She was raised on the street, never have a proper family, she bounced around foster care, had an abusive foster father, was abandoned by her car jacking team, was raised then by a professional thief who decided to make her his protege and the perfect thief. Archie cared more about how she would be his legacy than about ever learning to exist in the world as a person. She was basically a tool. (I mean, when he saw the way Nate & Co helped her grow, he said, “You took her and you broke her.”) 

Parker does not know how to be around people let alone how to be in a relationship. She’s emotionally broken and the only way of life she understood was how to be a thief. She’s quirky and weird when she met the team. She thinks nothing of things like changing clothes in front of other people or kissing Hardison or anything like that, because it’s just part of the con. She does what she has to for the heist and doesn’t ever look at any of it with an emotional or personal lens. But she gradually realizes that she likes Hardison. She realizes it without even understanding it. She’s mad when someone else is close to Hardison, but she doesn’t know why.

So when she finally understands it, she needs to talk about it. But just because she understands that she likes Hardison, it does not mean she’s ready to deal with those feelings. She’s not even really ready to admit those feelings out loud. Thus, pretzels. She has feelings, weird, weird feelings for pretzels.

And Hardison looks at her, looks at the pretzels, and then understands perfectly. Because Hardison does understand people. He’s charismatic and kind and warm and welcoming. He’s easy to love and loves easily. He bounced around foster care as well, but he was lucky enough to fall into the home of “Nana” – not his actual grandma, but the woman who raised him and his foster siblings. She taught him how to talk to people, how to be friendly, how to understand other people and read them. For everything that Parker didn’t have, Hardison did. 

So when Hardison sees Parker’s stress and struggle to admit her feelings, he instantly knows that she is not ready to deal with these feelings, even though she’s ready to tell him about them. And what does he do in that situation?

He says okay. He nods, he smiles, he accepts it, and then he gently informs her that the pretzels will be there waiting for her when she’s ready for them. He’s there for her. He’s always there for her, he always supports her. He clearly likes Parker very much, he has since episode one. They’ve been working together for two years at this point. They’ve kissed, they’ve danced, they’ve had each other’s backs. Hardison’s feelings for her have only grown this entire time, but he never once ever pressured her. He never pushed her farther than she was comfortable with. And now, even knowing that his feelings for her are now reciprocated, all he does is say, “I’m here for you when you’re ready for me.”

He leaves the ball in her court. He lets her know that he’s open to this in the best way he can and leaves her feeling calmer than she started. He leaves her smiling and confident and happy. He shows her that he likes her without forcing her into something she’s not ready for.

Hardison is the absolute perfect gentleman. He gave her just what she needed, just when she needed it. I have so much respect for him in that scene, because he has so much respect for Parker.

In fact, it’s not until 10 episodes later when she finally takes him up on that offer. The first line is in episode 5 of season 3, The Double Blind Job. In the second to last episode of the season, episode 15, The Big Bang Job, Parker and Hardison are on a train and nearly blow themselves up trying to disarm a bomb. At the end of the episode, all is well, of course, because Hardison is very good at what he does. And this exchange happens:

Parker: You know what I’m in the mood for?
Hardison: What?
Parker: Pretzels.

It’s such a brief exchange that if you’re not paying attention, you could easily miss it. It was a reference to a line ten episodes ago, and even if the audience doesn’t catch the reference, Hardison definitely does. He takes a moment to register what she says, then smiles and does his trademark “heeeey.” And that’s it. 

But you know what? Not once during those ten episodes between the two pretzel lines did Hardison do anything but respect Parker’s emotional space. And that makes me so, so happy. 

I just really love this scene. I love it so much. It’s so much more than just an “otp: pretzels” tag (which, lbr, is the perfect otp tag for them). It’s such a meaningful reference. Because it was the moment that you really saw what kind of man Hardison was. And how much he absolutely cares about Parker. It makes everything about their relationship matter so much more, for me.

Lines like, “I got you girl, I got you” and “thanks for not hanging up the phone” and “Do you hear me, Alec? I need you” and “kiss for luck” and all the rest, mean so much more when they’re all based on this amazing relationship that the both of them have. This is why I love Parker and Hardison. This is why I love Leverage. 

Thank you for listening, have a nice day.

Baseball Attire (Nate Maloley)

I buttoned up half of my Tigers jersey and checked myself out in the mirror, taking a quick glance at Verlander’s name on my back.

Damn, I look good.

I can’t help but smile in excitement. Detroit’s my hometown so when I found out Nate was performing there I had to convince him to take me to a baseball game. They’d sucked so far this season but I had faith.

I gave myself one last overall look to make sure everything was in place. I walked out into the main area of our hotel room to see Nate, wearing nearly the same thing.

Both of us had on a jersey, a black undershirt, some jeans and navy blue Nike Roshes. Only difference between us was that my clothes were tighter.

Couples that dressed the same always bothered me.

“No way,” we said at the same time.

“You have to go change,” he insisted, “I was dressed first.”

“Yeah,” I got cocky, “but I’m cuter,” I said with a smirk knowing he would agree.

He stayed silent. The look on his face told me he wasn’t budging.

“Right?” I said.

He looked like he was about to say something but hesitated. I was hurt. I spent almost an hour, which is twice as long as normal, getting ready. And yeah, he did finish first but that’s only because he has half as many things to do.

Suddenly I didn’t feel so excited. I stormed back into the room we shared and closed and locked the door. He knocked just seconds later. “Babe?”

I ignored him. For a second I considered putting my pajamas back on as an act of rebellion but then realized I really wanted to go to this game. I hadn’t been to Comerica Park in 4 years, before I moved to LA. So instead I had a better idea.

I dug through my suitcase for ammo. 10 minutes later, I was in booty shorts, a black long sleeve crop top, and some matching black thigh high boots (it was supposed to be a colder day). I put my hair back in Dutch braids, and looked myself over again.

I looked great, sexier. If he didn’t like how I looked now, then damn him. Damn him either way for not even bothering to call me cute. I wasn’t even mad that he didn’t change, it was that he couldn’t even be bothered to appreciate my outfit.

I strutted back out to find him leaning next to the door.

He turned to me as soon as I opened it, “Y/N, I’m so- woah,” he stopped and watched as I strutted and swayed my hips (purposefully) through the living area towards the door.

“Ready to go?” I asked innocently.

“You can’t go like that!” he exclaimed.

“And why not? You’re going like that,” I said.

“That’s not even a functional outfit for a baseball game. And we’re gonna be around a lot of drunk college guys,” he said, sounding frustrated.

“I had to change. I’ll be fine we’re just sitting watching some baseball. And besides, my last outfit wasn’t cute enough,” I say with a sigh.

“But this one’s wayyyyy too sexy.” I glance down at his pants, specifically the bulge forming in them.

“I can see that.” I walk towards him and softly run my fingers up and down his stomach, getting closer and closer to his crotch each time.

He groans, “Go change.”

“Nah I’m good.” Finally I reach his jeans and circle his crotch.

“That’s it,” he says. He grabs the back of my neck and forcefully kisses me. It feels so good, but as soon as he tries to push me back into the bedroom I pull back.

“If we go there now, we’ll be late for the game,” I say.

“Who cares,” he says breathlessly, grabbing me and pulling me back against him.

“I do,” I said. “I haven’t seen my home team at their home field in years and if we don’t leave now our seats will be stolen. I don’t care if you don’t think I’m cute, I’m watching my game with or without you,” I say slightly angry. I know I’m being a little moody and unfair, but I can’t help it.

As much as I try to be an independent woman, sometimes it just hurts not hearing a simple compliment from the man you love.

I walk out of the door, grabbing the key card and march my way down to the car. I hop into the passenger seat because I know he’s following me.

We ride off, not far from the stadium. About halfway into the drive, he starts talking.

“You know, I didn’t mean-”

“I don’t want to talk about it.”

He stays silent for a moment, then rebels. “No we’re going to talk about it,” he says with a determined voice, “You should know that no matter what I always think you’re cute. The cutest. Always. Every single time, no matter what you lookin’ like. And secondly, if I had know you were going to wear the same thing as me I would have changed.”

I stayed silent.

“Are you still mad at me? You know I love you,“ he said as he leaned over to kiss my collar bone while we were in traffic.

I couldn’t take it. "Okay, fine I forgive you,” I say, “and I’m sorry I got so mad at you, I should’ve let you explain.”

“You’re fine, mami,” he says in that sexy voice I love so much, “Now what are we supposed to do about my situation?” he said.

“Oh that’s punishment for not calling me cute. You’ll just have to chill out until the games over I guess.”

“But how am I supposed to chill when you look like that?”

“Figure it out,” I said with a smirk and kissed his cheek.

A/N: Hey, it’s me. First imagine since the break I had. I kind of want to make a part 2, but I’ll only do it if (a) its requested or (b) this one becomes popular enough.

I’ll be posting another imagine/smut soon, talk to you then.

Peace,
Shay

Too Late: Nate Maloley

I feel like this sucks 😩

I knew this was wrong and she would find out but I didn’t think she would find out as soon as she did.

Nate’s P.O.V.

The nights I spend away from Y/N, I spent with Bella. From the first night I knew this was wrong but I couldn’t stop coming back. Hurting Y/N while being with Bella hurts because Y/N is the love of my life. Being with Bella was just a way of having fun and nothing more. But then we started hanging out and I realized she was a cool girl.

Today I came to see her but after our ritual I felt this unsettling feeling in my stomach and I felt like something bad was happening. Bella is sound asleep and she looks peaceful and pretty but she doesn’t compare to my Y/N. I knew tonight was going to be the last night coming to Bella because I couldn’t keep hurting the only girl I have loved and who has been with me since the beginning. All I wanted to do was go to our home and lay next to her while she was sound asleep but I knew I had to tell Bella I couldn’t do this anymore. I decided to wait and tell until the morning and I closed my eyes and started picturing my wedding with Y/N and how our children would look.

Y/N’s P.O.V.

I knew it was too good to be true. How could I actually believe that he loved me. All those nights of him telling me he was with they boys was a lie.

He didn’t seem to realize that I knew he was always with someone else. The fact that he loves her hurts me more than anything else. I tried to push him cheating on me away because I love him but it was only a matter of time before enough was enough. I knew I needed to get out of this house before I lost my mind. I needed to wait for him to leave and go with her so I could be able to leave and not see him because I didn’t want him to see how he broke me. I had everything packed since the last time he left but I needed to bee with him a little longer so I could be able to leave without him suspecting anything.

I know it will be tough to stop loving him but I know it’s only a matter of time. I look back and remember all the memories we made for the past 2 years and I know I have to leave them behind if I want to move on. I head out and I don’t look back.

The next morning

Nate’s P.O.V.

I wake up to someone peppering kisses to my face and I pretend to be sleeping so Y/N can keep doing that because she knows how much I love when she does that. I finally open my eyes and see that it is Bella and not Y/N. I gently push her away and sit up so I can talk to her.

“Bella, I think we shouldn’t do this anymore.” I tell her and she looks hurt but I can’t stay anymore if it means I’ll lose Y/N.

“What, why?” She starts to head my way but I tell her to stop and listen to me.

“This, us, last night was the last time and I can’t do this anymore.” I start putting on my shirt and my shoes and I am about to head out but what she says next makes me stop.

“Is it because of her?”

“What are you talking about?”

“I heard you last night saying how you love someone named Y/N and how she will always be the one. To me it seems she’s not that great if she can’t keep her man from being with other girls.” She says and I swear I’ve never hated anyone more than her at the moment.

“Don’t you dare talk bad about her! She is amazing and the only girl that I have ever loved. I can’t believe you were a cool girl and now you are acting like I belong to you! You knew from the beginning it was just sleeping, don’t act like you’re better than my Y/N. She had something no other girl will have and that is my heart and me wanting her to be my wife and the mother of my children.” I scream and I know I don’t want to be there any longer while I can go and be with Y/N.

Bella starts screaming but I only have one thing on my mind and that is going home and being with Y/N. I know I have to tell her and I will because I can’t lose her. If I lose her my whole life is gone.

I finally get home and it is weird to not see Y/N in the kitchen cooking breakfast. The unsettling feeling is back and I go check our room to see if she overslept but I open the door and she isn’t there. I start panicking and start calling her but it goes straight to voicemail. I feel like I’m overthinking it and she probably just went on a walk and I’m relieved for a moment until I set my keys and I see the frame next to our bed.

The frame has the picture we took during our second anniversary and there is a sticky note. I grab it and my heart breaks. The note says Goodbye Nate, I always knew. I let the frame fall and it shatters on the floor. I feel the tears streaming down my face and I just sit there feeling numb.

I was too late and now she is gone.

Should I continue?

Nate Maloley Imagine: Kissin On My Tattoos.

Hello my name is Carly. So I wanted to request an imagine if that’s okay.. The story I had in mind was you and Nate have a long distance relationship while he’s in LA she thinks he’s cheating then while in her car the song kissin on my tattoos comes on and later that night nate tells her that she is the only one he wants kissin on his tattoos you can add more details but I think that would be kinda cute……

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Warning: Includes a super sweet Nathan Maloley and may cause extreme feels.

Key: (R/TN) = Random Twitter Name

       (Y/T/N) = Your Twitter Name

Y/N’s POV:

It’s never easy dating a growing celebrity, especially an attractive, male, up and coming rapper like Nate Maloley. Yes, I am blessed enough to have such an amazing, talented, caring, kind, and of course attractive, boyfriend. Believe me, I never forget how attractive he is, especially, when the girls he is constantly surrounded by point it out. Sometimes it’s so hard to look at some of the pictures he takes with fans. I know most of them are innocent but, sometimes I wonder if he’s ever tried to get with one of them. They’re all so beautiful, and they’re prettier than I am for sure. I even wonder sometimes, why Nate hasn’t left me already for one of the gorgeous fans he meets.

For the past 2 months, Nate and I have been in a long distance relationship. We’ve been together for a year, but when he decided he wanted to spend more time in LA to expand his career, there wasn’t anything I could do to stop him. Of course I wanted to be there with him, and I would be soon, but I had to finish school here first. I had one more month to go and then I could go out to LA to be with him again. Although he was beyond upset, Nate totally understood that I couldn’t drop everything I’ve been working so hard for, just to go to LA. 

After I woke up, I got ready for my day. After showering, brushing my teeth, doing my hair and makeup, and getting dressed, I sat down to eat my breakfast. I picked up my phone, went on twitter, and searched skatemaloley on twitter, something I caught myself doing often since Nate left. I would look through the pictures Nate took with girls and compare myself to them. I knew it wasn’t healthy, but in some weird way, it was addicting. 

As I was scrolling through I saw a picture posted by one of Nate’s fans. His arms were wrapped around her waist and his face was nuzzled in her neck. They definitely were too close for my liking. I tried to blow it off as an innocent photo but then I started seeing all these tweets about the photo and toward Nate and the girl in the photo. 

(R/T/N): OMG!! @_bethhh_ You are so lucky! You guys look like a legit couple!

(R/T/N): How was at the after party you guys @_bethhh_  @skatemaloley ;) 

(R/T/N): How steamy did things get afterwards ;) @_bethhh_ @skatemaloley ;) 

The more I read the tweets the more my anxiety kicked in. Nate wouldn’t cheat on me…would he? I decided to close out of twitter, finish my breakfast, and give Nate a call.

It felt like the phone didn’t even ring when Nate answered.

“Hey Lil Mama.” His phone floated through the phone. 

“Hey babe!” I said smiling, trying to sound cheerful. I didn’t want to lead Nate into thinking anything was wrong just in case I was being paranoid.

“What’s up?” Nate asked.

“Oh nothing. I was just eating breakfast and thinking about you.” I said as I giggled.

He laughed, “I was thinking about you too baby. I miss you so much (y/n). He said, his tone getting sadder toward the end. 

It made my heart hurt to hear him sound sad. Maybe I was being crazy, he loved me way too much to even think about cheating on me…i hope.

“I miss you too baby. I can’t wait to be with you again. Only one more month and we will be together.” I said to him reassuringly.

“I wish it could be sooner.” Nate said, sounding a little happier than before.

“Me too babe, me too.” I replied.

“I’m glad you called (y/n), but I have to go to a stupid meeting. I’ll call you later tonight?” Nate said to me sounding annoyed and disappointed.

“Sounds good Nate, I love you, good byeee.” I said dragging out the “bye” in a flirtatious manner. He loves when I do that.

“I’ll talk to you later lil mama, I love you too.” He said, hanging up the phone. 

It wasn’t long before my mind started filling with questions. Was he really going to a meeting? Did I hear a girl in the background? Was his “I love you” real? All the questions flooded my mind and made me sick to my stomach. I decided I would tweet and then just relax. Tweeting usually helped soothe my worries, it was sort of an escape for me in a way.

(Y/T/N): I know I shouldn’t, but sometimes I have to wonder if he loves me.

(Y/T/N): I just have to know, who’s that girl…

It wasn’t long before my twitter started blowing up with RT’s and Favorites. I also got some replies to my tweet. Most of them were from Nate’s fans who knew I liked to write poetry and just assumed they were sneak-peaks of poems I was writing. However; I did get the occasional hate filled tweet. 

(R/T/N): Omg @_bethhh_ @(Y/T/N) is indirecting you and Nate, jealous much? 

(R/T/N): Haha at the indirect tweets from @(Y/T/N) about @_bethhh_ and Skate are hilarious.

@_bethhh_: @(R/T/N), maybe she’s realized someone can take her man.

The last tweet really through me over the edge. Of course Nate wasn’t tagged in any of them, because the fans would never insult me if they knew Nate would see, but I know Nate has my tweet notifications on so he’ll see my reply to the girls at some point and see how they’re acting.

(Y/T/N): Not tagging anyone, you know who you are, but no I’m not jealous and no one is taking my man. Just writing some poetry my loves.

After I tweeted that, I just sat around my house and waited for Nate’s call later. I was getting pretty hungry and the food in my house wasn’t very appealing so I decided to drive to chipotle and get some lunch. When I got in the car, the song “Kissin On My Tattoos” by August Aslina came on. I love that song so much. It always reminds me of Nate and Nate would always play it for me. That inspired another tweet from me. I pulled out my phone and went on twitter.

(Y/T/N): Really though…he only wants one girl kissin’ on his tattoos. ;)

That tweet really made my phone blow up. The fans that ship me and Nate were loving it like crazy. It made those few girls shut up for a bit. I picked up my lunch, went back home, and decided to sit on my couch and watch some T.V. 

Nate’s POV

That meeting felt like it dragged on forever but I was finally out. I pulled my phone out of my pocket to call (y/n/) and I saw I had tons of twitter notifications. I saw the things (y/n) tweeted and I was really confused. Did she think I was cheating on her with that Beth girl? That was some random girl who asked for a staged photo. Why was she trying to act like we were a couple, or that I cheated on (y/n) with her?

I decided I would tweet something and then call (y/n).

skatemaloley: cant love anyone else like I love my baby…@(Y/T/N).

skatemaloley: Still much love for the fans though…wouldn’t be where I am without you. <3 

I knew the fans would be shocked because I was never one to tweet about my relationship or put my business out there but I felt like it needed to be done. I clicked on (y/n)’s name in my phone and called her.

“Babeee” she answered in a cheerful voice. She was probably napping.

“Hi baby. Did I wake you?” I asked her.

“I was dozing off but it’s okay because I’ve been waiting for your call all afternoon” she replied. That made me smile. I loved that she waited up for me.

“ I saw your tweets babe” I said, wanting to get right to the point.

“Oh, you saw those? Yeah I’m working on some new poems and-” she said before I cut her off.

“ I know they’re about that picture with the fan baby. I wanna clear things up with you. I don’t want you thinking I have eyes on anyone else but you.” I said to her.

She hesitated a bit. It was an eerie silence. I could tell she was embarrassed or upset. “I just, you guys looked so close in that picture. You looked like a real couple, it made me nervous and-” she said to me. I cut her off again so I could explain.

“(Y/N), you should know I only have eyes for you and I will only ever have eyes for you. You’re my everything and I would never do anything that would compromise our relationship. You mean more to me than I could ever even put into words” I said to her.

“Awe Nate” she said back to me in a cooing tone.

“That one tweet was true though” I said smirking, even though she couldn’t see me.

“Which one?” She asked nervously.

“You are for sure the only person I want kissing on my tattoos” I said to her in a seductive tone.

She giggled at me and said, “Yeah, I assumed that.”

I heard her yawn and could tell she was tired. It was getting late for her anyway and she had classes the next day. “I’m gonna let you get some sleep baby” I said to her.

“Okay. That sounds good. Call me in the morning?” She asked.

“Of course lil mama. I love you, sleep tight” I whispered into the phone. She loves when I whisper to her. She finds it soothing.

“Goodnight babe. I love you too” She said. I felt like I could see her smile in that moment. Her beautiful smile that I fell in love with when we first met. We both hung up our phones and I decided to tweet one more thing.

skatemaloley: Goodnight my angel…sleep tight beautiful…@(Y/T/N). <3

Y/N’s POV

I heard my phone go off telling me I had a notification. I looked down to see Nate’s tweet. I unlocked my phone, faved the tweet, retweeted it, and tweeted him back.

(Y/T/N): @skatemaloley <3

I plugged in my phone and laid in my bed. It was nice going to sleep knowing Nate really loved me and I really am the only girl he wants kissing on his tattoos.

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A/N: So here is another imagine for you guys! It took me a while to work on it and I feel like it’s kind of sucky and sort-of too long but let me know what you think. You can send me any feedback to my ask! Feedback is loved and appreciated so please send it in! I hate not knowing what people think about what I write haha.

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Pairing: Y/N & Sammy (Daddy) Wilk

Warnings: MENTION OF FEMALE ASSAULT

Request: Yes

Words: 782

Note: Guys! It´s been awhile since I wrote about Sammy. I´m happy to say I´ll write more and requests are open for anyone. Also, the warning include “Female asault” and just to let this clear. ITS NOT OKAY. Its never okay to be on a situation like this. So if you see it, never shut up. And get help, because we deserve better in life. 

The guy was constantly behind Y/n and I could see in her eyes how she was already tired of him.

Y/n´s boyfriend was an asshole. He treat her like shit and she deserved someone better, someone who truly loved her. Someone like me. Y/n was our best friend, we know her since we were little and she was our neighbor in Nebraska. We all moved in the beginning to Los Angeles, but she met this guy and she moved with him. He was the typical fuck boy who goes around anyone with a skirt, and now he was definitely not caring for her.

We hadn´t seen her in a while and we decided a night club would be perfect to get back in touch and just have fun. Only Nate knew how much I liked her since always and how sad I was that she was with him instead of me. He tried to always get us together, but this time everything went wrong. She took his boyfriend with her because he made her a “jealousy scene” and he totally ruin our night alone with her, MY night alone with her.

She looked beautiful on the denim black dress she was wearing. Her hair looked perfectly on a bun and her smile was such an amazing accesory. We always kinda treated her like a treasure and more like a sister and we really didn’t try moves on her. Well, they didn’t, I tried once or twice to made a move on her but she never realized how in love I was with her.

She went to dance with John and while she was dancing, some dude was all over her and he kept glancing at her all the time. Her boyfriend went to talk with other girls and he didn’t see anything.

Y/n´s eyes begged for help and I started walking her way. Nate grabbed by the arm and stopped my walking. I looked at him a little disconcerted, why he was acting like this?

“Is not your problem Sam. She has a boyfriend and he can take care of her.” He looked disappointed of himself but he continued nodding. “Go look for a girl, or someone you can spend night with.” He pushed me with an impulse the contrary side of Y/n but I couldn´t help to look for her. I couldn´t find her desperate look anymore. I looked at the guys friends and they were laughing but unfortunately he wasn’t with them. I got worried and walk to the opposite side of the club searching for any of them. I passed next to her boyfriend who was flirting with some girls and I smirked. I hated him. I continued walking.

“Sammy! Help!” Someone shouted and I followed that scream. It was Y/n.

I got out through a door and I found this dude touching all over her and she was crying. She tried to pull him away but he kept touching her legs.

Back off, dude!” I came and punched him making y/n to stand behind me. Then he was bleeding and so drunk than he finally left.

Once he was gone, Y/n hugged me. I pulled her closer and made her feel comfortable in my chest while she continued sobbing.

“Baby girl, everything is fine. I’m here now.” She looked at me with her eyes like an open faucet. Her makeup was all ruined but she looked beautiful anyways.

“Thank you. Sammy, I love you.”

“I love you too, and I should have told you before and this wouldn’t have happened.”

“What do- you mean?”

“I love you since the minute I saw you, since we were in Nebraska. And I couldn’t find the way to tell you, but I fucking love you y/n.” I said while cupping her face with my hands. “I just didn’t want to tell you and made you feel uncomfortable- I messed up everything just like always.”

“No, Sammy- you didn’t. I actually love you too. And I thought you didn’t love me in that way and that’s why I dated every single dude I found, because I was afraid you rejected me…”

I put my finger on her lips just to kiss her seconds later of observing her face in the darkness. The moon was shining a little and the background music in the club was perfect. Some cheesy slow song to fit with our kiss. I grabbed her by the waist while she put her hands around my neck. I heard the door open and we smile between kisses. We know who was, but we didn’t care.

“Dude, I’m pretty sure I told you to meet another girl- not y/n… but whatever…”

Going, Going ... Gone

So @nick-valentine-fanclub got an anon submission prompt of Hancock thinking he’s gone feral and running away (with the SS bringing him back of course) and they tagged me in it! I’ve also seen a few other people in the Hancock tag wishing to be inflicted with this pain and suffering, so here’s the first part of (maybe) five chapters, my masochistic little sinnamon rolls!

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Hancock took another Mentat, the fifth in an hour. He’d been restless all week, actually hoping some settlement would get raided so he’d have an excuse to go fuck someone up. Maybe it had been a slow week. Maybe Scout had been spending it helping Danse make modifications to his power armor. Maybe the two were grinning wide after a tricky bit finally worked and Scout was teaching Danse how to high five. Hancock fumbled in his coat pocket for an inhaler of Jet. He normally kept that little habit for behind closed doors, but fuck if he didn’t need to get high right now after seeing the shy, blushing looks Danse kept sending Scout.

He flicked the cap off the inhaler and brought it up to his mouth as Scout ducked behind the power armor frame to work on something else, still not noticing his presence. Danse cocked his head like a goddamn drug dog though and looked up to see Hancock leaning against the workstation on the other side of the room. Hancock didn’t even bother to hide his animosity, making direct eye contact as he took a deep inhale. Danse’s eyes narrowed in fury and he stalked over to the ghoul, whose whole body lit up with the drug and the chance to move, to hit, to fight.

“That contraband will not be tolerated in my workshop,” Danse hissed, keeping his voice low so as not to draw Scout’s attention.

Hancock tossed the inhaler aside with deliberate carelessness and exhaled the Jet smoke back out in Danse’s face. Fuck him and that “my workshop” bullshit. Everyone in this neighborhood died and made Scout God of all the property here, not him.

“You only get high because you know you’re inadequate,” Danse said through gritted teeth, then straightened up from towering over the shorter man. “I’m leaving now because Scout actually needs me.”

Hancock heard something snap in his mind, the sound he imagined Danse’s neck would make when he broke it. 

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Riddles (Nate Maloley)

Hey can you make an imagine where Nate likes y/n , but he doesn’t want to admit it so he sleeps with other girls and jswazz knows so he starts acting as if he really like y/n just to get Nate to finally ask her out and then y/n and Nate end up dating.  Sorry for being so specific.
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Swazz’s POV:
I watch as yet another girl comes out of Nate’s room, doing the walk of shame all the way to the door. Y/N rolls her eyes. She normally just acts annoyed, but I can tell that it hurts seeing Nate with a different girl every other night.

A few minutes later, Nate comes in. Y/N just stays silent. After a few torturous moments of watching them both steal glances at each other, I get an idea. I shift a little more towards Y/N and put an arm around her. She looks at me strangely but doesn’t say anything.

And the most satisfying part? Nate was staring right at us with a death glare.
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Y/N’s POV:
Swazz has his arm around me. Why? I let it sit there until for a while as we watch cartoons. As soon as the episode ends, I get up and make an excuse about wanting food.

What was Swazz trying to do? I mean, I knew he didn’t like me. He had something going with one of the baristas at the cafe he went to everyday, even though he didn’t drink coffee. And Nate, good God if looks could kill, we’d both be in hell.

I’d never seen him so angry. But I seriously doubted that it had anything to do with me. I mean, I really liked Nate, I have ever since he kissed me a few weeks ago. I tried to force myself to stop when the next morning he told me it was just a mistake, and he was drunk, that the kiss meant nothing. But I couldn’t just stop. He made me feel things I haven’t since middle school. And it didn’t help that I had to constantly be around him. I mean we lived together with a few of the other guys, and he always conveniently seemed to be somewhere near me. It just made me like him more.

So I was stuck, in the friend zone, at least until I found someone else to be with. I grabbed some crackers so it wouldn’t look like I did nothing while I was in here, then headed back to the living room, only to find both Swazz and Nate gone.
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Nate’s POV:

“What the hell was that?”I say, trying not to be loud enough that she can hear me.

“Look, man, I just don’t know anymore. Lately, I’ve been, you know, feeling some type of way for Y/N. I think I might go for it.”

“You might what?” No. No, no way, nope. He could not go for Y/N. She was mine. She didn’t know it yet, but she was. I’d liked her for a while, then one night at a party I kissed her, and I knew from that moment that I couldn’t let her go. Before we hooked up though, we fell asleep, and the next morning I panicked.

“I might ask her out, man. What do you think?”

“NO,”I say, realizing a second too late I seemed too eager.

“Why not?”he said, narrowing his eyes at me.

What can I come up with on short notice. “I just, um, I heard her saying something about not being over her ex.”

“Oh, really? Because I heard that she was completely open to starting something. You know what? I’mma go for it. Thanks man,”he says patting my shoulder and heading towards the door. I grab him by the back of his shirt and stop him. “Aye, watch gear, this stuff’s expensive.”

I stare him in the eye, “You can’t ask Y/N out.”

“Why not, huh? Could it possibly be because you want to make a move? And you’ve just been too coward to do it?”

Damn it, he knew. Of course he wasn’t actually into Y/N. He was trying to start something with the girl who worked at the cafe down the street.

“Okay,”I admit, “I like her. Have for a while now.”

“Then why the hell have you had a long line of girls walking out of your room lately?”

“I don’t know, that’s just how I deal with stuff. Sex is always the answer.”

“Yeah, yeah, let’s not get deep into that,”he says, shaking his head as if to erase the last part of our conversation like an etch-a-sketch, “You do know she has feelings too, right?”

“Yeah, not for me. She looked pretty comfortable next to you earlier,” just thinking about it’s making me angry again.

“Please, she was tense the whole time. You know why? Cause she’d rather it be you, dumbass. Look, I saw what happened between you guys at that party a while ago. And I also heard what you told her the ext day. That was cruel, man.”

“I know! I fucked up, I get it!” I yell in frustration. “I just hope she’s willing to forgive me.”

“Guess it’s time you go find out.”He pushes me towards the door and I head back down the stairs to find Y/N not there. Tez sees me looking around and immediately knows, then points to the porch. I head out and there she is, sitting in one of the big chairs we have out there.

“Hey, I was looking for you,”I say, smiling, even though I’m nervous as hell. I lean against the railing

“Hey,” she says, not bothering to look up from her phone.

“Look, uh, we need to talk,”I say, trying not to stutter.

“About what?” She still hasn’t looked at me.

“Us.”

That got her attention. “What do you mean ‘us’? You made it clear that there was no us.”

“That was a mistake, I didn’t mean it,” I said. I knew that would come back to bite me in the ass.

“What are trying to say, Nate?”

I sigh. “I wanna be with you, Y/N.”

“Like you were with what’s her name last night?”

I wince. Even I didn’t know her name. “No. I want to like, take you out and stuff, call you my girlfriend.”

She just looks at me, and I can’t read her expression. I haven’t felt this nervous since I asked Sydney to the dance in 7th grade.

“And you didn’t want this 2 weeks ago?”

“No, I did.”

She just squints her eyes and tilts her head in confusion. “What? That makes no sense. Could you explain?”

“Right, um…Well, I don’t really know how to explain it. I just, I liked you, and so I kissed you, because it felt right. and then I kind of panicked, and um… I haven’t really figured out the rest.”

“Okay then, let’s figure it out.“ I’m taken by surprise when she scoots over and pats the seat next to her. But, of course I wouldn’t pass up any chance to get close to her.

“So, you kissed me…because you like me?”

“Yeah, I really like you,” I say, moving even closer to her than I was already.

“But.. that morning when we woke up, you said it was nothing,” she said, and I could see the same hurt I saw in her eyes the first time I told her that. I nodded. “Do you not want to be in a relationship?”

“No, I do.”

“Then why’d you sleep with all those girls?”she asked.

I knew what I was about to say was horrible, but I couldn’t lie to her again. “To take my mind off of you.”

Her eyebrows shot up. “So you wanted to forget about me? Because the thought of being with me scares you.”

The way she said it, I knew it wasn’t a question. “I guess so.”

“Because of a past relationship?”I shake my head. “Or maybe you’re just scared I won’t want the same thing?”I tensed. “Ah, there it is. You were scared of getting rejected?”

Well, when she said it like that I just sounded weak.

“You, the almighty Skate Maloley? You know, on the outside, you seem all tough with the tats and muscles and the rapping and smoking, but on the inside you’re just a fluffy teddy bear.”She hugged me, and I’d never felt more happy in my life. She solved me like a goddamn riddle. How?

“Aye, keep it down. I have a reputation to upkeep,” I pulled her fully onto my lap. “You know, you never relieved my fear.”

“Hmm?”she says, already wrapped up in my arms.

“Do you like me too?”

She nodded eagerly. “Mhmm. Very much.”

I smiled, and pulled away a little just so I could kiss her. As our lips touched, I knew I could do this for the rest of our lives, that I would do this for the rest of our lives. It was even better than the first time.

It slowly got deeper and deeper. I pulled away to whisper in her ear, “Unless you want me to take you on this porch, I suggest we head inside.”

She agreed and we headed inside to see Swazz, Tez, and sammy sitting on the couch in the same position I left them in. I kept Y/N close to me as I guided her quickly up the stairs.

“Finally,” Swazz called out and I rolled my eyes.

“Does this mean I can have your bedroom, Y/N?” Sam called out.

“Shut up!”she called out, and I laughed at her. God, I was so happy she was mine.

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A/N:
Thanks for reading, hope you liked it! I lied, I had one more full imagine left to do, which was this one. Now I really only have song and list prompt requests to do, and I have a few ideas of my own I want to work on. Plus, I just came up with it while I was writing this, but the whole thing with Swazz being into the barista I thought would be a cool idea. I might do it after I’m finished with the prompts, message me or something if you want it too!

To the requester: I hope you liked it, I’m sorry it took so long. I didn’t include your name because I didn’t know if you wanted it anonymous or not.

Peace,
Shay.

Ugly Duckling (Nate Maloley)

I never understand what/who decides what’s small and what’s large? I used to be a size 8 and people thought that was small but I found it quite big for my body shape so I worked my ASS off (literally) and I am now proudly a size 2. I HOPE YOU ENJOY THIS AS MUCH AS I DO–I’M SORRY IF IT DOESN’T PINPOINT YOUR EXACT ISSUES WITH YOUR BODY!

 - Bri x 

Anything above a size four is large, you have to fit into Hollister clothes, you have to have a flat stomach and boobs that are bigger than a B cup, your ass can’t be flat, your hair has to be long, you always have to have prominent cheekbones and your collarbones and hipbones must be showing. 

You were constantly finding new things to worry about, is my back fat falling over my bra? Why isn’t my hair sitting right? Oh god it’s so embarrassing asking for a larger size when you’re in the dressing room. Jean shopping was your absolute worst enemy. You hated it when your little muffin top got squished and looked disgusting. There was always something you hated about your body and you had no idea how you managed to swoon over Nate Maloley to fall in love with every part of you–and yes, that means the muffin top. 

Currently, Nate was rested on top of you working on your neck skillfully with his lips, his hands slide up your thighs and you flinch, oh god you hated your thick thighs that looked abnormally large in pretty much everything except black, “did I-did I do something?” He questions noticing the tension in your body. He breaks away and looks at you quizzically. 

You swallow thickly, “no it just still feels weird that you aren’t disgusted with the way I look.” Nate tilts his head to the side narrowing his eyes, “don’t look at me like that.” You say with a pout, sitting up as Nate crawls off of you and sits beside you. 

“It’s like, you don’t realize how crazy attractive you are to me, and it scares me how many issues you have with yourself.” He looks back at you and you sigh, moving to cover your stomach with your forearm, “like, you make me turn off all the lights when we have sex and I haven’t seen you naked in the light yet and we’ve been dating for four months. I can only touch certain parts of you, but lil’ mama, I honestly don’t care.” 

You sigh, “Nate…I’m not tiny, okay? I’m not skinny with curves in just the right places my fat is in all of the wrong places and I have stretch marks everywhere.” 

“And? It’s you, it’s your body I don’t give a fuck.” It wasn’t really Nate’s issue with you, it was your issues with yourself and it made you very upset that you couldn’t just get past it, “you know what, listen to me, when I first met you I liked you because I had been so many other little sticks and then you came with this killer personality, and these amazing curves that I could grab onto, and those beautiful thighs that I could rest my hand on while I’m driving. I love you, and I would love you if you weighed more and I would love you if you weighed less just the same because you are the person that is there for me when it’s two in the morning and I have food poisoning, or the person who makes me dinner after a long day and does my laundry and supports me and sticks up for me and everything else that you do to me…” he trails off, quieting his ranting. 

“It’s honestly not you, it’s me and how I feel about myself,” you admit, diverting eye contact so you wouldn’t get upset. Loving yourself was hard, but letting yourself be loved was even harder. 

Nate looks around the room and gently grabs your hand, “come on, stand up.” He pulls you up with him and makes you stand in front of him, “you know, I feel like I’m the ugly duckling compared to the rest of the guys–I didn’t get the Mudd campaign because I didn’t fit their look, and mostly girls at meet and greets go hug them before they hug me.” His jaw is tense and his eyes are low, you reach out, running your hands over his toned stomach and chest. 

“You’re not the ugly duckling, you’re absolutely perfect.” You assure him, Nate uses his hands to slowly lift his t-shirt over his head. You watch in awe as his muscles flex, he was toned and looked amazing you couldn’t believe that he thought of himself as anything less than perfect. With another swift moment, he strips his pants off and kicks them off in a direction away from you both. Finally, he peels his boxers off, letting them drop to the floor he stood there completely exposed in front of you. 

Nate shrugs, “Maybe I am the ugly duckling, but you make me feel comfortable enough to do this and I want to help you feel the same way.” You purse your lips, tilting your head to the side as you thought about his comment, “what’s the worse that can happen? I see a little bit of fat?” 

You shrug, “I don’t want to disappoint you.” 

Nate scoffs, “babygirl, you can’t disappoint me, you succeed my expectations every single day by just being you.” 

You make eye contact with him, and can’t help but smile back as a grin toys on his lips, “alright.” You slip off his hoodie that you borrowed that you felt like should be a little baggier on you and Nate presses a reassuring kiss to your lips. 

“Keep going.” 

With another movement, you take off your t-shirt so you’re only in your bra. Nate’s smile widens and he leans forward to kiss down your neck and onto your shoulder. 

“Keep going,” he breathes. 

Taking off your jeans was your biggest fear, because you wore your jeans so tight they held everything in, you were scared of him seeing the cellulite on your thighs. Nonetheless, you unbutton your jeans and peel them off so you’re now just in your bra and panties, and you looked nothing like a Victoria’s Secret Model. 

Nate pulls you into him and gazes at you with admiration, lips finding yours he kisses you sincerely, “you are absolutely stunning, I love you so fucking much.” You felt relieved, because there was absolutely no more hiding, there didn’t have to be sex in the dark anymore because he had seen you. In one liquid motion, Nate unclasps your bra and slips it off your shoulders. 

“Thank you, I love you too.” You murmur with gratitude, Nate truly was one of a kind and you were so lucky to have a person like him in your life. 

As you let Nate touch you and see you in places you used to be so conscious about, you gain a newfound confidence about yourself…because if he loved it, why couldn’t you? 

I hope this made you feel amazing about yourself! Body image issues are something that everyone (even boys) have and it’s completely normal…just know that you ARE amazingly beautiful and deserve all the love in the world. Much love, I hope you enjoyed! - Bri x 

Different-Nate Maloley imagine

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I make my way to the recording studio because I had to record some music. I’m a female rapper. Why? because when everyone one says ‘you’re a girl only boys can rap.’ makes me more determined to achieve my goals.

I parked my car in the parking lot of the recording studio. Before I leave I take a quick pick for snap chat. After that I get my purse off the floor that had fallen off the passenger seat when I slammed on my breaks. I get out o my car and lock it. I walk towards the door and open the door. i am immediately greeted by my manger, Ryan.

“Hey Ryan! Long time no see!” i said hugging him

“Yeah way to long y/n way toooo long” he said dragging out the 'o’ in to.

i smiled and nodded.

I have known Ryan wayyy before he was my manager. He is a close family friend, so he has always been around. We always had a special bond, so when he asked to be my manager i was ecstatic.

“Come were in the room over here” Ryan said guiding me to a recording room.

“Okay” i excitedly

“So y/n before we go in i wanted to tell you something…”

“What is it?” i said out of confusion

“Well remember i told you that it would be cool to do a callab kinda thing?”

“Yeah i remember”

“Well i found someone that was interested and he came today to record.”

“Omg this is so cool! re they a singer?”

“No 'he’ is rapper”

“oh ok cool!” i said

I said because i suddenly wasn’t that excited anymore. I feel like every time do some kind of callab with a boy they always judge me in some kind of way. it kinda gets annoying after a while, but I know never to take it to hart and just use it as motivation.

“Look I know, but this dude is different”

“Okay…” I said not fully convinced

“Come on” Ryan said opening the door and going inside with me following behind and later finding a seat on the couch.

Someone was already recording there lines to the song. I was really impressed on how good he was. i smiled because it looked like this was his passion. It looked like this is what he lived for, just like me.

“Isn’t he good?” Ryan said

I just nodded is response and Ryan smiled.

“We good?” this dark haired and VERY attractive boy said while stepping out of the booth.

“Yes! That was great Nate!” Ryan said

“Ok” he said and once we made eye contact he smiled at me. I just returned the smile and pretend that there was something interesting on my phone.

“This is y/n” Ryan said

And that’s when I realized that I didn’t even introduce myself. Wow i must of came off super rude.

“Sorry! Hi”

“Nah it’s ok. I’m Nate! he said with a bright smile that made me smile

"Ok y/n get your ass in the booth” Ryan said

“Okay"I said and me being very outgoing and carefree I skipped my way into the booth

When i got to the booth put my hair in a make shift pony tail and placed the headphones around my ears. I began to rap my verses and every so often i would glance over at Nate to see him smiling or point his phone in my direction… could he maybe make it less obvious that he was taking a video?
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I was finally done my verses. I gotten to know Nate really well now. He’s a really cool guy…he’s different and that’s what i like about him.

He’s different, he’s unique, he’s…….Nate


Okay I’m thinking of a part two! Don’t really liked how this turned out and I’m really sorry if you didn’t like this. I’m still using my iPad for the time being so my apologies for the quality. Have great rest of your day loves! ❤️💕

Clumsy - Chapter Four - Christmas (Rafe x Reader)

Chapter one, two and three.

Description: After you discover Rafe is staying at the college for Christmas, you decide you are going to stay as well. No matter how hard you try to ignore it, you can’t help but start feeling more and more drawn to him. The two of you are going to the Christmas Eve party the school is throwing. With a gift exchange and drunken antics from your friends, it might end up being the most surprising Christmas yet.

Warnings: No smut. Mentions of abuse. Mild cursing.

Word count: 4,566

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            Rafe didn’t ask for his jacket back.

           You didn’t give it back.

           Perhaps you should have but as Thanksgiving passed and no mention was made of the jacket, you unofficially thought of it as yours.

           It is Rafe’s jacket you are wearing as you are hurrying back to your dorm room. It is the day before Christmas Eve and your mom has called you for roughly the hundredth time to triple check that you are okay with not coming home for the holidays.

           “Mom, I swear that I am fine. I want to stay here. Seriously. Coming home for a couple days and then coming back…that’s a lot of flying.” You say to her as you yank open the dorm building door.

           “I don’t have to go with your father on his business trip. I can stay behind and you can stay for longer.” Your mom replies.

           “No, it’s okay. Really.” You repeat as you head up the stairs to your dorm room.

           The truth is, besides the fact you really don’t want to fly home for two days before going back, Rafe is staying at the college for the holiday. This time around his father had made no claims about wanting to see him or spend time with him. When you thought about Rafe sitting alone in his dorm room on Christmas, you had wanted to stay behind to be with him.

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Truth or Dare?

Imagine request: can I have a nate imagine where y/n is best friends with the omaha squad and they have a party at her house & play truth or dare & someone dares nate “to kiss the most beautiful girl in the room” and he kisses y/n & after the party nate helps her clean up the mess while the boys are asleep & they talk about what happened and its the start of something great and new? Maybe smut? 💖 thanks!



“Let’s play truth or dare!” Lauren yells over the loud music. The parties been going on for hours and the group has narrowed down to about 10 of us now: Me, Lauren Giraldo, Andrea Russett, Lia Marie Johnson, Nate Maloley, Sammy Wilk, Jack Gilinsky & Johnson, and Kenny Holland. I’d say it’s all of my favorite people who came to the party that are left.

We all gather into the living and sit down on the couches and the floor. Sammy sits next to me on the love seat and puts his arm around. We don’t have anything going on between us, he’s just being his flirty and very touchy-feely self. Nate sits in front of me with back leaning against my legs.

“So, who’s going first?” I ask.
Nate raises his hand a little bit, “I guess I’ll go first.” I scoot away from Sam and lay against the the arm rest.
“Alright Skate, truth or dare?” Johnson asks.
We all look at Nate and can tell he’s really thinking about it. “I’ll go for dare, why not?” he replies and he shrugs his shoulders at the end.
“I dare you to kiss who you think the most beautiful girl in the room is.” I immediately look at Andrea because, well she’s gorgeous, and I’ve always thought that Nate had a thing for her so this would be his chance to make a move. I’ve always kind of wished it were me he had a thing for instead, but what’s a girl to do?
Andrea whispers, “y/n.” I look around to realize that everyone is staring at me. Including Nate.
“Wait, what?” I ask.
Nate laughs and leans in and kisses me. Me! I feel his tongue glide across my bottom lip for entrance.
We continue to kiss to kiss until we’re interrupted by Kenny yelling, “get a room!” A wave of laughter goes across the whole room and Nate & I part from the kiss. I can’t help but blush as I look down to the floor in embarrassment.
Nate starts to blink a lot and rub his eyes, “sorry, guess I got carried away,” he mutters starting laugh to himself at the end.
“Yeah, just a little bit,” Sammy says as he pats Nate’s shoulder.

For about an hour, we continue playing truth or dare, making complete fools of ourselves. Spilling some of our darkest secrets and doing things we’ll definitely regret later. After truth or dare, most everyone made their way home, except for Nate who offered to stay to help me clean. I told him he didn’t have to do that but he insisted.

Nate and I finally make our way to the last room that needed to be picked up, the kitchen. Nate started throwing all the empty cups in a garbage back as I put away all the bottles of liquor.
“So… what was that all about earlier..” I ask nonchalantly. I peak over at Nate to see him smiling.
“I don’t know, I just think you’re very beautiful..”
“What about Andrea?”
He turns around and looks at me with confusion, “what about her?”
“Don’t you have a thing for her?”
He walks to be closer to me while shaking his head, “y/n no… My feelings are for you..”
I instantly have butterflies in my stomach, “wha-what? Why?” I stutter.
He puts his arms my waist, “well why not? You’re intelligent, funny, you’re always supporting my music, and you’re pretty damn sexy too lil mama,” he replies with a smirk. Is this really happening. My head turns to the side a little as I look down the floor, trying not to smile.
He takes his hand and lifts up my chin, “I want you to be my girl, ok?”
I nod and he smiles. He leans in and kisses me again before signaling me to jump up so I can straddle him. He carries me over to sit on the counter. His kisses trail down to my neck causing me to moan softly.
“You don’t have to be so quiet,” he says with a wink before returning to my neck.
“Wait,” I manage to mumble out. He stops kissing me and looks at me, confused. I hop off the counter and grab his hand, leading him out of the kitchen and upstairs to my room.
“We can finish cleaning tomorrow,” I say softly. He nods and bites his lip before closing the door behind us.
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Oh la la! 😏
Best Mistake

Requested: No, but feel free to send in some ideas! ;*
Word Count: I honestly don’t even know, sorry it’s really long
 A/N: This imagine involves 4/4 of the Omaha boys :) and it’s also based off of Ariana Grande’s song Best Mistake featuring Big Sean! If you haven’t heard of it, you should listen to it here before reading this, if you want of course haha. It’s honestly one of my absolute all time favorite songs ever! Her voice sounds so amazing in it, and I hope you enjoy :) (also i’m very sorry I always make “sad” imagines, but on the bright side, Johnson’s is somewhat fluffy :D)

Skate Maloley

How soon do we forget, how we felt? Dealing with emotions, that never left

My new boyfriend, Derek, was as charming as can be, he always went out of his way to make me happy. The only one thing that bugs me from time to time is that he was nothing compared to my ex-boyfriend, Nate, sure I’m as happy as I can be with Derek but Nate made me feel something else no other guy could make me feel. Before we broke up, we were together for a year and a half. It was a typical high school relationship. But now that we were out of high school, a year to be exact, times have definitely changed. The only reason Nate and I broke up was because he wanted to live out his dream in California and I wanted to go to college in New York. We both had talked about long distance and how much we would put effort into it but deep down we both knew it was going to be hard to see each other and sadly, make time for each other for the most part. It was a mutual decision to brake up. Yeah we still kept in touch every once in awhile but it just wasn’t the same anymore. I’d be lying if I said Nate never crossed my mind. I know what you’re thinking, “why are you even with Derek if you’re not over Nate yet?” Well it’s complicated. Nate was my first love and no matter who I’m with he’s always going to take up place in my heart. I’ve only been dating Derek for a few months, so I can’t exactly say I love him. Nate’s and I’s mutual friend, Jake, recently proposed to his long time girlfriend from high school. They have been together since our freshman year, we all were in the same grade. Jake and his girlfriend threw a little engagement party for all their friends and family and it just happens to be that Jake was a really good friend of mine, as for Nate that was his best friend, so of course he had to be there. Derek was planning to come along with me but decided to stay back in New York because he didn’t want to interfere with the gathering since he wasn’t going to know anyone except me. As soon as I got to Jake’s, and his now fiancee’s shared apartment, I greeted everyone and went straight to the kitchen to grab a drink. “Well, well, well. If it isn’t y/n” I heard a very familiar voice from behind. I turned around while taking a sip of the water bottle I stole from the fridge. My eyes quickly came in contact with Nate’s face and a huge smile grew on both of our faces as I put the water bottle down. I quickly came up too him and gave him a huge hug. “Nate! Oh my goodness. I feel like I haven’t seen you in ages!” I said while my hands found their way to the back of his neck and his hands found their way to my waist. “I know! It has felt like ages since we’ve seen each other.” I pulled away and we just looked at each other and laughed. We decided to sit down at the kitchen table and catch up in each other’s life. It felt so good to be in his presence. This made me realize that whatever emotions I have towards this boy, it’s still there. “Forgive me for bringing this up, but you know the day we broke up is the day I regret of letting you go. Seeing you with this new guy tears me apart everyday because if I hadn’t let you go you would still be mine and not someone else’s. There is not a day that goes by where I don’t think about you. You being in front of me, right now, just makes me realize how much I still love you. I wish I could forget you but I can’t, especially not after we leave here and go our separate ways again. I wish I knew how to deal with all my emotions towards you but I can’t.”

Jack Gilinsky

Break up. Make up. Total waste of time. Can we please make up our minds and stop acting like we’re blind?

Jack and I have been on and off for 2 months now. We’ve been together for 9 months but for some reason we’ve been having the rockiest bump in our relationship these past 2 months. It just came out of the blue to be honest. I would say something to him, like ask a question, and he would get pissed off and think I’m accusing him of something he didn’t do. He would ask me something and I’d do the same in return. It wouldn’t be on purpose to piss him off but the way he says it pisses me off which then causes us to have a argument and at times it would lead to us breaking up then a day later making up and getting back together. I told myself I would never be in a relationship that toxic. I hate not knowing where I stand with him sometimes but I can’t help it, I like him too much to just get up and leave for good. At times I do think of leaving when we’re broken up and call it quits for good because it is a total waste of time just arguing and bickering at each other back and forth, but then he does that romantic type of shit and steals my heart again and I’m back to stage one. Head over heels for him. I’ve been told multiple times in the course of these 2 months that he’s no good for me anymore but no one really knows what goes on between us. Every relationship has their ups and downs. We just happen to have it this, somewhat, early. Once again, it was one of those nights where we’re arguing over something so stupid. Jack and I decided to stay in and have a movie night tonight. We were having a good time up until now. Josh decided to text me and he came out as flirty through text but in reality he was asking for my math homework. That was his way of asking. Why? I have no idea. It was just his personality. “y/n, who’s Josh? and why the fuck is he trying to flirt with you?” Jack stood up with my phone in his hands, looking at my screen and reading our conversation. I rolled my eyes at him and thought to myself ‘Great just when things were getting good, here we go again.’ “Jack, chill out. He’s trying to ask for my math homework. He’s not trying to get with me if thats what you’re thinking of. Geez” He took his eyes off of my phone screen and looked at me. “Are you kidding me?! He’s basically trying to get in your pants from the way he’s talking to you in these text messages and you don’t even seem to stop him!” I just scoffed at him and mumbled a “Yeah, okay.” I stood up from him, took my phone out of his hands and headed into the kitchen. I’m tired of fighting with him almost everyday. “Why are you walking away from me?” He said as he followed me. I’ve had it with him. “Because Jack you always find a damn reason to always pick an argument with me and frankly i’m tired of it. I’m tired of fighting with you all the damn time. We’re always breaking up, making up, breaking up and making up once again! Aren’t you tired of always arguing? I feel like we’re just wasting our time being together at this point! Everyone keeps telling me that I should just leave you for good but I like you too much to just walk away from you over something so stupid. And the fact that you’re accusing of Josh, out of all people, trying to ‘get’ with me in that way is stupid. You know how he is. Enough is enough for goodness gracious. You need to chill the fuck out sometimes and stop picking fights with me.” My eyes were pooled with watery eyes, I didn’t realize I was screaming the whole time till I actually stopped talking. He just looked at me dumbfounded, like he wasn’t expecting for me to burst out on him like this. “So what are you trying to say then?” He asked while crossing his arms over his chest. I just looked at him and shrugged my shoulders while I stared at him.

Sam Wilkinson

‘Cause if the water dries up and the moon stops shining, stars fall and the world goes blind, boy you know, I’ll be saving my love for you

Even though Sam and I broke up the day before our 1 year anniversary I still love this kid with everything that I have in my heart. It’s been 4 months since we last encountered each other and he moved on quicker than I expected too. A month after our separation he already had a new girl around his arm. It wasn’t surprising because he was always known to be a player at school but it hurt because, according to him, I was the first girl he ever committed to they he committed to me. Before we got together, he had told me that the longest relationship he has ever had was 4 months and anything before/after that were flings. He said that I had caught his eye and that I was something else that he has never found in a girl. Now I’m starting to think that he was lying since he was the one who cheated on me. As much as it hurts I will always love him because he was definitely someone else when we were together. Everyone thought that I had changed him and made him a better him but of course he proved me wrong. I feel like the reason he cheated was because he had this big ego to maintain and the fact that people were starting to think he finally settled down freaked him out, which probably caused him to cheat. There is quite a few people who tell me that he still asks how I’m doing and if I’ve found someone new, which makes me believe he stills loves and cares for me but it also does kinda through me off because it seems like he moved on? So why is he asking for me when he has a new chick by his side? It seems that no matter what he does to me, I’ll always care for him and love him.

Jack Johnson

You ask why I love your mom so much ‘cause she’s a older you

Jack and I hav been dating for some quite some time now. Just a little over a month ago, my parents had invited him to come over and have a dinner. You know the usual stuff parents do when their daughter gets a boyfriend. I’d be lying if I said he wasn’t scared as shit before he came over that day. He didn’t know how to act, even though I told him repeatedly to just act like himself because without a doubt my parents would love him. And of course, I was right. My parents adored the boy. He got along great with both of my parents as well. It was another typical Saturday night. We stayed in and just hung out in my room and watched movies, I guess you can say? and just talked. A few minutes later my mom had barged in, I hate when she does this, and asked if we were okay and if we wanted any snacks. I’m pretty sure this was just an excuse too see if we were doing anything we weren’t supposed to be doing. If you can catch my drift. “Um, sure I guess some snacks would be okay?” Jack said while turning to me. His response came out more like a question than a statement. I just nodded at him to know that I agreed with him. “Okay, I’ll be back in a bit with y’all’s snacks.” And with that she shut the door behind her and disappeared. Jack and I both stared at the tv in front of us for a few seconds until I began talking. “You know, sometimes I feel like you love my mom more than me sometimes.” I let out a small laugh. He just laughed along with me and kissed my forehead. “You know, maybe I am? Who knows?” He gasped after he finished. I rolled my eyes at him. “Oh God, that’s weird. Why do you love my mom so much?” Jack is always talking about how much he loves my mom as a person and how he adores her. It may sound creepy but I swear it’s not. “Are you kidding?” His face is now in front of mine. “Your mom is basically an older you. From the stories she’s shared with us about how you remind her of her when she was your age is very understandable. I can totally see it. And if you’re going to be anything like your mom, personality wise of course, then wow am I going to be a lucky man! I love how your mom goes out of her way to make sure you are okay and happy at all times. She seems to always be happy and I love the relationship you guys have. It’s special and beautiful. I mean I can go on and on and on about how awesome and amazing your mom is and how I can see you doing half the things she does now in the future. But that’d be weird, I mean I bet I already sound weird.” I shut Jack up by kissing him on the lips. After I kiss him, I put my nose on top of his. “You’re such a sap sometimes” I giggle afterwards. This is one of the many reasons why I love this boy. 

anonymous asked:

Can you please write a follow up to Blast From The Past? I had tears and sadness and then happiness as I read it. It's so beautiful! Thanks

And thank you, love! Previous. Can also be found on Ao3 and ff.net.

Holly held her hair up and turned her head from side to side. With a frustrated sigh she let it fall. She couldn’t make a decision, hair up or down, glasses or contacts, casual or dressy. It was different, this dinner with Gail, she couldn’t quite put her finger on it but it was there.

“I like it down.” Came an all too familiar voice. Holly jumped at the sudden intrusion.

“What?” She asked when she calmed.

“Down, I think you should wear it down.” Julia gestured to her mothers hair.

“Yeah?” She ran her hand through her hair again and looked at her reflection. Julie nodded, watching them in the mirror.    

“Can I stay up until you get home from your date?” The girl hopefully stood on her tiptoes, popping her head over Holly’s shoulder. Holly stopped playing with her hair and stared at her daughter stunned.

She shook her head. “It’s not-I’m not going on a date.”

Julia laughed. “I’ve seen you get ready for a date before, mom, and this is definitely that.” She playfully poked the woman’s side. Holly squirmed away, suppressing a squeal she knew would only spur the girl on.

She fixed Julia with her best warning-mother-glare and a pointed finger, “you know I hate that.”

“And you know I love it.” The blonde smile sweetly. They shared a few more seconds of challenging glares/smiles, and then turned back to the mirror to further examine Holly. “You didn’t answer my question.”

“You can stay up until I get back from dinner as long as you finish your homework, and are already in bed reading or something else quiet by the time I walk through the door.”

“Deal.” Julie beamed and shot the brunette with a pretend hand gun. She stopped just outside the bathroom door, popping her head around the corner, “you look great by the way. Gail’s not going to know what hit her.” She winked and disappeared before any protests.

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Gail was anxious. Very, very anxious. She had a date, a date that she wasn’t sure was really a date but didn’t have any other name to call it, a non-date date with the love of her life.

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Blazing Temptation~ Derek Luh Imagine pt.3


Chapter 3: Awkward Moments and Hickies 

“- and that’s how I set my tree house on fire when I was younger.” Derek laughed out.

Right now I have to admit I felt pretty awkward around this godly creature after what he’s said to me. I mean he probably says that to all the conquests he’s had before but one can never be to sure but it is pretty well known how he’s one of the biggest sluts ever. He doesn’t even care that people think he’s a whore, he’s apparently proud of it.

“That’s a very interesting story Derek.”

“Thanks baby, even though you weren’t paying attention to through half of it.” He says with no care.

“Uh, what? Haha, noo I totally was.”

“Mmm, sure you were Ev.”

I didn’t say anything back, I mean who cares he could attention from any girl so mine isn’t all that important.

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“And we’re here.”

We had pulled up to a beautiful white home but Derek quickly led me inside so I didn’t have time to analyze the wonderful decor outside.

“So my parents aren’t home so we have the whole place to ourselves.” Derek said looking at me with raw hunger in his eyes.

Oh lord, if he doesn’t stop looking at me like that I’m not going to be such a saint anymore.

“ … cool, we could start on the project now then.”I nervously suggested.

“Oh baby girl, I had other things in mind that we could do.” He said in a hushed tone.

That one sentence in no way sounded innocent. Lord please help me right now, I know I haven’t been the most  perfect person on earth but I try. In times like these I knew I should have always cleaned my room when my mom asked. I wasn’t prepared to die today! I still have many things I want to do for example go to Canada! I hear it’s extremely beautiful there.

I was cut from my mental ranting when I heard loud laughter in front of me.

“Chill baby girl, I’m not going to kill you or anything like that.” Derek said chuckling.

“Okay that’s good to know.” I breathed out with relief.

Suddenly the mood in the room seemed to change. I looked up at Derek and he was slowly walking towards me with predator-like eyes. He pulled me close to his chest and brought his lips to my shoulder.

“Hey Derek, what happened to not killing me.” I squeaked out.

“I told you I’m not… I simply just want to taste you baby.” He said before sucking and nipping on my neck.

“Derek, what… what’re you doing?” I moaned out.

Sweet baby Jesus, is this what heaven feels like because if it is good-bye cruel world and hello to a blissful paradise.

He then slowly slid his hand down my back and squeezed my ass, which caused me to press myself against him even more.

“Babygirl, I should probably stop now because I don’t think i’ll be able to stop later.”

“Hmm, what?” I said in a daze.

“I said i’m going to stop now because my control is withering to nothing.” Derek said pulling away.

I looked up to his beautiful brown eyes and snapped back to reality. I felt my eyes widen and my face turn as red as a tomato.

“Uhhh, I’m sorry I don’t know what came over me there.” I awkwardly laughed out.

“It’s fine I always have that effect on the ladies.”

Oh, that comment kind of stung it made me realize I might not be all that special to him.

“Ha, it’s fine but may I use your restroom?”

“Sure.” Derek answered and pointed to the door.

I quickly walked in and shut the door close. Maybe if I splashed some water on my face i’ll calm down. I opened the tap and glanced at myself in the mirror. Wait, what’s on my neck? No no no no, is this a… a fucken hickie?! Oh that little shit is going to get it. With new found confidence I slammed the door open.

“Derek Luh! Where the hell are you?!”

“I’m right here, what’s wrong?”

“What’s wrong?! What’s wrong with you?! A hickie? A fucken hickie is on my neck you asshole.”

Derek bursted out in laughter, “That’s why you’re mad?”

“Yes! People are going to think i’m some whore?!” I cried out in anger.

“No they’re not, i’ll make sure of it. Although I did warn you earlier that you were mine.” He said in a ‘duh’ tone. I simply glared at him unsure of what to do in the moment.

“Can you just take me home, I have to find a way to hide this for tomorrow.”

“Babe, you’re being overdramatic.” He replied in a bored voice but then straightened up when he saw I was serious.

“Okay okay, fine.” He finally complied and held his hand in surrender.

***

When Derek dropped me off I noticed my mom was home, which made me regret coming home this early. Shit, she was going to kick my ass when she saw this thing on my neck. I finally reached the front door and walked inside.

“Evelyn? Is that you?”

“Yes ma, it’s me.”

“Come here sweetie.” Shit I thought, I’m literally walking to my own death. Goodbye world it was nice while it lasted.

“Evelyn, why are you holding your neck. Stop doing that you weirdo.”

“Uhh I’d rather not.”

“Are you saying no to me?” My mom asked in tone that said ‘if you don’t put your hand down I’m going to kick your ass’ . Slowly I let go and silently waited for her response.

“What the hell is on your neck?”

“Well you see it’s uhhh-’

“Hurry up and tell me!” She said annoyed.

“Ash punched me in the neck today!” I quickly exclaimed.

My mom looked at me in shock and said, “Geez I always knew that girl was a bit crazy.”

What? she actually believed that. Nice. “Yeaah she kind of is, well I have to go study. Bye!” I rushed out of the kitchen with only one thought which was ‘I was going to get revenge on Derek’.

anonymous asked:

Can you do a modern AU where Miller and Bellamy both think Jasper is dating Monty/Clarke (respectively) Then when they talk about it they argue because they both think Jasper is dating their crush but they see they were mad at Jasper for no reason?<3

So, I ended up switching Jasper for Raven, mostly because I see the Clarke/Raven chemistry more than the Clarke/Jasper. I hope you still enjoy, anon! I’m always down for Miller and Bellamy failing at life.

AO3!


If Nathan Miller had his way, he would never get another crush in his life.

He doesn’t, broadly speaking, have anything against romance. He likes being in relationships. He enjoys intimacy and closeness, likes cuddling and sex and having someone to think of as his. If he could just always have a boyfriend, he’d be pretty happy.

It’s the feelings that get him. If there’s one thing Nate hates, it’s the long and painful process of meeting someone, and then falling for them, and then having to figure out if they’re into guys generally, or him specifically, and if that’s enough to make them both want to attempt to be in a relationship.

“Yeah,” says Bellamy. “Meeting other people is the worst.”

He makes it sound like sarcasm, but Nate knows Bellamy hates it as much as he does. “Because you haven’t been pining away for a girl who’s taken for months,” he shoots back.

“I’ve only been pining away for a girl who’s taken for like a week,” says Bellamy. “Before that I was pining for a girl I didn’t know had a girlfriend. Totally different.”

“My bad.”

Bellamy sighs, leans back and closes his eyes. “So, tell me about the crush. You want to do my hair while you do it? It’s getting pretty shaggy. I bet you could braid it.”

“Just say you want to gossip,” Nate says. “I’m not telling you shit unless you admit you care about my feelings.”

“So much. Is he cute? Do you have pictures?”

“No, because I’m not a fucking creep.” He sighs. “He’s the new IT guy at work. He’s really fucking cute. And smart too. I’m not bad with computers and he can run rings around me. I bet he runs Linux.”

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“Huwag!” Biglang bangon ni Julie at napagtantong isang panaginip lang ang lahat. Ilang araw na rin nyang napapanaginipan ang isang sanggol na walang tigil sa pag-iyak at ilang araw na rin syang hindi mapakali.

Niyakap nya ang mga binti nya’t hinayaan na lang na tumulo ang mga luha sa mata nya. Nasa silid nya sya sa apartment na tinitirhan nila ni Chelsea. Umuwi na sya doon matapos nyang mag-stay sa ospital ng isa pang araw. Wala na syang makitang dahilang para manatili pa sa poder ni Elmo matapos malaglag ang baby nya.

Ang baby nya. Si Elmo. Silang dalawa. Humiga sya’t pilit na inalis sa isipan nya ang binata. Simula nang umalis sya’y wala na syang ibang naiisip kundi si Elmo at ang nawala nilang sanggol. At muling nagbalik sa alala nya ang ginawa nyang pagpapaalam dito.

“You don’t have to do this. You don’t have to go-“

“Tama na!” Inis syang humarap kay Elmo. At pilit nyang itinago ang sakit na muling tumurok sa puso nya nang Makita nya ang mukha nito. Dalawang araw na simula nang malaglagang bata sa sinapupunan nya at ganoon na rin sila katagal na hindi nag-uusap ng binata. Hindi nya ito ginustong Makita at makausap, hindi dahil galit sya kundi dahil hindi nya alam kung paano nya ito haharapin.Pakiramdam nya’y nakagawa sya ng isang malaking kasalanan dito. Seeing his sad face and knowing how brokenhearted he is is like torture for her.

“Julie-“

“Hayaan mo na akong umalis. Wala nang dahilan para mag-stay pa ako dito. Wala na ang baby mo.” Saka sya muling tumalikod at pinagpatuloy ang pag-aayos ng mga gamit nya.

“Don’t leave me.” Mahinang sambit ni Elmo.

Napatigil si Julie at napapikit. Hindi na nya kaya ang sakit sa puso nya. Hindi na nya kayang marinig pa ang boses ni Elmo. Hindi na nya kayang isipin na sinaktan na naman nya ito. Binilisan nya ang pag-aayos at saka binitbit ang bag nya’t mabilis na lumabas ng kuwarto. Sinundan sya ni Elmo sa labas at nang malapit na sya sa pinto’y hinawakan nito ang braso nya.

“Julie-“

“Ano ba?!” sigaw nya rito. Hinarapan nya ito’t binawi ang braso nya.

“Julie-“

“Hindi mo pa ba naiintindihan?! Ha?! Wala na ang baby mo, wala na’ng dahilan para kailanganin mo ‘ko! Wala nang dahilan para gustuhin mo pa ‘ko rito! Ano’ng gusto mo?! Magka-baby ulit?! Gusto mong magkaroon ulit ng rason para maitama mo ulit ang lahat?! Ayoko! Ayoko na dito!” Masakit para kay Julie ang sabihin lahat ng iyon ang she didn’t mean any of those things she said.

“How could you talk like I just used you?” Hindi nakasagot si Julie. “Is that how you really see it? Na ginagamit kita para ma-satisfy ang sarili ko?”

Julie needed Elmo to let her leave so she have to make him angry at her, to make leaving him less hard.  “Bakit? Hindi ba? Maghanap ka na lang ng ibang babae. Iyong babaeng puwede mong maging girlfriend, pakasalan mo at gawin mong nanay ng mga anak mo. Simulan mo nang tama ang lahat, baka umubra pa.”

Elmo narrowed his eyes and tired to keep himself together. “You’re unbelievable.”

“Itigil na natin ‘to, Elmo. Simula pa lang, ikaw at ako, malaking pagkakamali na. Hindi mo ‘ko kailangan para makapagsimula ka ulit. Hayaan mo na ‘ko umalis, ito ang kailangan nating dalawa.”

“I need you, Julie. More than you’ll ever know.” Sambit ni Elmo.

Umiling-iling si Julie. “Hindi. Akala mo lang iyon-“

“Why is it so hard for you to believe me?!Why is it so hard for you to accept that I’m in love with you?!”

“Dahil hindi iyon totoo!” sagot ni Julie. Napatitig si Julie sa kanya.

“What?” halos bumulong na lang si Elmo.

“Hindi mo ‘ko mahal. HUwag mong gamitin iyong nangyari sa ‘tin at ioyng baby para paniwalaan mong mahal mo ‘ko. Nagkaroon ka lang ng responsibilidad sa ‘kin, nagkaroon ka lang ng pagkakamali na sa tingin mo kaya mong ayusin at nadamay lang ako. Iyong baby na iyon, iyon lang naman ang dahilan kung bakit mo ‘ko tinanggap, kung bakit pumayag akong buhayin sya para sa iyo, kung bakit tayo magkasama. Pero wala na tayong dahilan ngayon. Wala nang ikaw at ako, Elmo. Iyon ang totoo.”

“Siguro nga tama ka. Na kinuha lang kita dahil sa bata. That I tried everything to convince you to stay, and took care of you because of that baby. Because I thought keeping you means keeping the baby and starting to make myself a better person. But how could you explain this? How could you explain why I can’t stop thinking about you? Why can’t I eat and sleep and do anything without wanting to see you? Why do I always want you to be beside me, why do I want to always make you happy? Why do I get jealous of my brother thinking you’re still in love with him?! And why do I see a future of me and our baby…and you? Wala lang ba iyon? Tell me! Explain to me what the hell was that?!”

Julie looked away and tired not to cry, or at least not to show Elmo her tears. She shook her head and turned to him and looked at him. Matagal na itong tinitgan bago nya masabi ang kailangan nyang sabihin. “Hindi kita mahal. Wala akong ibang minahal…kundi si Robby lang.”

“You’re lying.”

“Hindi kita mahal, at hindi kita mamahalin. Dahil hindi ko na kaya magmahal ulit.”

She wanted him to say something. She wanted him to stop her from leaving. But Elmo just stood there and watched her walked away. And she realized, he has finally given up on her.

“Okay ka lang, Jul?”

Nag-angat ng tingin si Julie at tumingin kay Chelsea. “Huh?” Kumakain sila ng hapunan at kanina pa nya pinaglalaruan ang pagkain nya.

“Sabi ko, okay ka lang ba? Hindi ka pa kumakan oh.”

“Ahm..medyo busog pa kasi ako e.”

“Hay nako.”

“Bakit?”

“Simula nung umuwi ka rito, ganyan ka na. Laging tulala, parang ang lalim ng inisiip. Hindi masyadong kumakain, Hindi gaanong nakakatulog. Magkakasakit ka nyan, Julie, ano ka ba.”

“Okay lang ako, Chel-“

“Si Elmo ‘no?”

“Huh?”

Hinawakan ni Chelsea ang kamay nya. “Jul, ayaw mo nab a talagang bumalik-“

Umiling si Julie at hindi na pinatapos ang kaibigan. “Hinding-hindi na ako babalik, Chels. Wala na rin naming dahilan para balikan ko sya. Isa pa, sa tuwing naaalala ko sya, iyong pagkawala ng baby ang naiiisip ko. Ang hirap e.”

“Hindi mo naman kasalanan iyon, Jul-“

“Kasalanan ko.  Kasalanan ko iyon.” At saka sya huminga nang malalim at umiling-iling ulit. “Huwag na nga natin pag-usapan. Ayoko na syang isipin, Chels. Magsisimula na ako ulit. Ayaw ko nang balikan pa iyong kahit na anon a lumipas na.”

“Well, kung gusto mo kalimutan na lahat tigilan mo na iyang paggagaganyan mo. Ayusin mo sarili mo. Okay?” Tumango si Julie.

“Thank you ah. Tinanggap mo ulit ako rito.”

“Ano ka ba, tayo pa ba magiiwanan?” Ngumiti si Julie. “Oo nga pala. May bakante sa restaurant, uamlis iyong kasama naming waitress, gusto mo?”

“You’re dating?”

“Not exactly, ma. We went out twice, she’s a nice girl.”

Ngumiti si Alma kay Robby. “I’m happy for you, son. Dalhin mo sya minsan dito so we can meet her.”

“Sure.” Masayang nagkukuwentuhan ang dalawa habang si Elmo nama’y  tahimik at mabagal na kumakain. Robby noticed his silence. It’s been 2months since Julie left him and he’s been quiet and aloof since. “Moe.”

Elmo looked at him. “What.”

“Any comments?”

“About what?”

“About me being the old me again.”

“Congratulations.” Saka sya tumayo at tumingin kay Alma. “I’m good, ma. Excuse me.” At sinundan na lang sya ng tingin ni Alma at Robby.

Nag-stay sa may terrace si Elmo at nakatitig lang sa may swimming  pool. He’s holding a glass of wine habang nasa may lamesa naman ang bote. He already had two glasses and he’s about to take his third glass when Robby saw him and grab the glass and finished it for him.

Robby stood beside him. “I saw Julie…yesterday. Nagtatrabaho na sya, in a restaurant.”

“Good for her.” Sagot ni Elmo.

“Don’t you really want to see her again?”

Elmo turned to him. “Did you ever love her?” bigla nyang tanong.

“I loved her..in my own way. But she and I were not meant to be, I’m Why?”

Elmo looked away. “She loved you, too. And she would never love anyone else the same way.”

“Moe.”

“Do you what’re the things I realized when she left me? That everything is not supposed to happen. That I shouldn’t have met her, she shouldn’t have been with me, that we’re not supposed to meet and a have a stupid one night stand and she’s not supposed to have a baby. I’m not supposed to fall in love with her.” At saka sya inis na natawa at umiling. “She’s not supposed to be the right person for me.” And then he sadly looked down and felt the pain again. “But I want her to be, Rob. Na kahit lahat ng mga nangyari sa aming dalawa, mali…gusto kong maging tama.” Then he looked at his big brother like a little kid. “I love her. And I miss her so much.”

Tumango-tango si Robby and tapped his brother’s shoulder. “Then do everything to have her back.”

“She said she will never love me.”

“That’s not true.”

“Yeah? And what makes you say that?”

Robby looked away and smiled and then looked at Elmo again. “I wanted her back, but she chose you. That doesn’t sound like…she will never love you.”

….

Nasa kuwarto nya si Julie at nagtutupi ng damit nang kumatok si Chelsea at binuksan ang pinto.  “Jul?”

“Pasok.”

“Ahm, may naghahanap sa iyo sa baba..ah sa labas, ayaw nyang pumasok e.”

“Sino?”

Hindi na sumama pa sa labas si Chelsea at sumilip na lang sa may bintana nang lumabas ng bahay si Julie. Nakita nya ang pamilyar na kotseng nakatigil sa may kabilang side ng daan. At nagkaroon na sya ng ideya. Babalik n asana sya sa loob ng,

“Hey.” Lumingon sya’t nakita si Elmo. He smiled at her. Biglang bumilis ang tibok ng puso nya lalo na nang lumapit ito sa kanya. “Hi.”

“Ano’ng ginagawa mo rito?”

“I just want to see you.”

“Umalis ka na.”

“Wait!” Pinigilan sya nito sa paglakad at hinawakan ang braso nya., at saka din sya nito binitawan. “Sorry.”

“Matutulog na ako, umalis ka na.”

“Sorry kung naistorbo kita. I just…I just came here to see you.” At saka nito inabot ang isang bouquet ng bulaklak sa kanya.

“Ano iyan?”

“Flowers.”

“Alam ko. Para saan?”

“For you.”

“Hindi ako mahilig sa bulaklak.”

“Julie, listen-“

“Umalis ka-“

“I miss you.” Sambit ni Elmo. Napatigil si Julie at tumitig sa kanya. “I’m here because I miss you.”

Umiwas ng tingin si Julie saka kinuha ang mga bulaklak. “Nakita mo na ‘ko,umalis ka na.” Saka nya iniwan sa labas si Elmo at pumasok na sya sa loobg apartment at isinara ang pinto. Tinitigan nya ang mga bulaklak at napabuntong hininga.

“Miss mo rin sya ‘no.” Lumingon sya’t nakita si Chelsea. Hindi sya sumagot. Iniwan nya ang mga bulaklak sa lamesa at saka na pumasok sa kuwarto nya. Napangiti na lang si Chelsea at kinawayan si Elmo sa labas, at pinanood itong lumabas.

Sa isang coffee and pancake restaurante nagtatrabaho sina Julie at Chelsea. Hindi sila parehas ng day-off kaya’t kapag Sabado’y hindi sila magkasama sa resto. Mabait ang manager ng resto at medaling nagging kaibigan ni Julie ang mga kasama nya.

“Julie!” tawag ni Ebony. “Sa table 10.”

“Ah okay, sige.” Kinuha ni Julie ang ballpen at mini-notebook nya’t tinungo ang table 10. “Good morning, sir-“ Napatigil sya nang lumingon ang lalaki. “Order nyo po.”

“Hi.” Elmo smiled at her. She rolled her eyes and didn’t smile back. “Aren’t you supposed to be nice to customers?”

“Ahm..sorry, sir. What’s your order?”

“Ten minutes of your time.”

“Sir, hindi po kami nagbebenta ng oras dito.”

“I know.” Elmo stood up and looked at her. “But I don’t care.” Saka nya pinatawag ang manager at pinagpaalam na hiramin si Julie.

“Ten minutes lang. Bago pa lang ako sa trabaho na ‘to at ayokong isipin nilang sinasamantala ko ang kabaitan ng manager naming.” Sambit ni Julie. Nasa mini park sila na katabi lang ng restaurant. Nakatingin lang sa kanya si Elmo. “Kung may sasabihin ka, bilisan mo na.”

“Bakit ka ba galit sa akin? I didn’t do anything to you.”

Oo nga naman, bakit nga ba sya nagagalit at naiinis kay Elmo? Sya ang nanakit dito, at sya ang nang-iwan. “Kung wala kang sasabihin-“

“Can I take you out after work?”

“Ano?”

“Hanggang 6 ka lang diba? I’ll wait.”

“Hindi ako puwede.”

“Bakit?”

“Umalis ka na nga-“

“Don’t worry about me, I can wait.”

“Ayoko.”

“Why?”

Nainis na si Julie at hindi na nya alam kung anong sasabihin nya para paalisin ang binata. Ayaw na nyang magsabi pa ng hindi totoo rito pero hindi nya pa ito kayang makasama ulit. Bumabalik lahat ng sakit at pag-aalala nya rito. “Ano bang gusto mong mangyari? Ayokong sumama sa iyo. Ayaw kitang makita. Ayaw kitang-“

“Ayaw mo ‘kong mahalin.” Pagtatapos ni Elmo. Tumigil si Julie at napatitig sa kanya. “Can I ask you a question? What’s wrong with being in love with me? Am I a bad person? Do I look terrible?” inis na natawa si Elmo. “What’s wrong with me?”

Walang ideya si Julie kung ano ang isasagot nya. Ayaw nya ng mga ganung tanong. Ayaw nya sa ganung sitwasyon. Tumalikod sya’t akmang hahakbang na paalis nang bigla syang niyakap ni Elmo sa likod. His arms around her made it impossible for her to move. And his breathing at the back of her ears made her freeze and chilled her whole body.

“I’m sorry.” Bulong ni Elmo. “I’m sorry for keep going back to you. I’m sorry if I can never stop thinking about you. I’m sorry for being here. I’m sorry for wanting to see you every day. I’m sorry for missing you all the time. And I’m sorry that I’m already this in love with you. I’m so sorry.”

Julie didn’t say anything. She let Elmo held her that close for more few moments until he let her go and walked away without looking back at her. She wanted to follow him, to stop him and to tell him she will go with him anywhere. But she couldn’t. What’s stopping her anyway? She wants to be with him but she’s scared of hurting him again. Losing that baby made him lose his dreams and his plans and she blames herself for that.  And she can’t be with him with that guilt in her heart.

But she misses him, too. She misses him too much.  How will she tell him everything that she feels about him?

Elmo didn’t stop visiting her, sa apartment at sa restaurant. He made brief visits with flowers and chocolates and small chats. He tells her how his day was and he asks her how she’s doing, every day. He tells her how he and Robby are finally starting to be in good terms again and that Robby’s already going out with someone. He tells her that he and his father are not still okay and that his mother’s illness seems to get worse. He tells her everything, like they’re friends again. And Julie just looks at him and listens and wishes that she could do the same. But she couldn’t. She’s still scared, and she doesn’t think she’s the one that Elmo needs in his life right now.

“What are you thinking?”

“Hm?” Napalingon sya kay Elmo nang bigla itong magtanong.

“You used to talk a lot, you used to have arguments and debates with me. Pero ngayon, napakatahimik mo. What are you thinking?”

Nasa labas sila ng apartment nina Julie at nakaupo sa may lumang bench doon, sa tabi ng nakapark na kotse ni Elmo. “Wala.” Sabay iwas ng tingin.

“Wala? Really?”

Huminga nang malalim si Julie saka sya tumingin sa malayo. At pagdaka’y tumingin ulit kay Elmo. “Masaya ako na nagiging okay na kayo ni Robby. Masaya ako na okay ka na. Masaya ako na…masaya ka.”

Elmo smiled. “Yeah, I’m happy. I’m happy because you’re here.”

Julie’s smiled disappeared and she just stared at him. And when she’s about to cry, she looked away quickly and wiped her face. Saka na sya tumayo. “Gabi na. Umuwi ka na. Good night.”

“Julie-“

“Ingat sa pagda-drive.”

But Elmo didn’t want her to go inside yet. They’re not yet done talking. “Julie.” He blocked her way and faced her. She’s looking down and was obvious that she’s avoiding his eyes. “Hey Julie, what’s wrong?” Hindi sumagot si Julie. “Hey.” He touched her face and made her look up. “

Inalis ni Julie ang kamay ng binata at medyo lumayos sya rito. “Umuwi ka na.”

“No.”

“Elmo-“

“Talk to me!” sambit nya. “I’ve been telling you everything, I’ve been so honest with you. Wala ka man lang bang sasabihin? Don’t you think it’s time for you to tell me what you’re thinking? What’s in your head? What do you want me to know?”

“Wala akong dapat sabihin sa iyo.”

“Meron! You have to tell me something.”

“Wala nga-“

“Before you fainted and had a miscarriage, you were about to kiss me.” Natigilan si Julie at napatitig sa binata. Iyon na ang sandaling kinatatakutan nya. Iyon na ang sandaling tila hindi na nya matatakasan pa. “Are you sure you don’t have anything to tell me?”

At bago pa makasagot si Julie’s naunahan na sya ng mga luha nya. “S-sorry.”

“For what? What are you sorry for?” takang tanong ni Elmo. Sinubukang umalis ni Julie pero muli syang pinigilan ni Elmo. “No! I’m not letting you walk this time!”

“Elmo-“

“Tell me something, God Julie!” Elmo looked down and when he looked back at her, he finally showed that he’s still hurting. “Why are you doing this to me?! Why are you-“

“Sorry.” Sambit ni Julie. “Sorry na nasiar lahat ng pangarap at mga plano mo nang dahil sa akin. Sorry, na umasa ka, na naghintay ka…sorry dahil nasaktan kita.”

“W-what?”

Umiling si Julie at umiyak habang nakatingin sa kanya. “Hindi kita kayang pasayahin. Hindi ako ang tamang tao para sa iyo. Hindi ako ang kailangan mo. Hindi tayo para sa isa’t isa.”

“I don’t care! I want you, I need you,…I love you.”

“Elmo, hindi mo naiintidihan-“

“Ano pa ba ang hindi ko naiintindihan? We hurt each other, we ruined each other’s lives, so what? We can start over, you and me. You’re scared? Me, too. But if we’re together, kaya natin. I’m happier when I’m with you, I’m better with you. We might’ve not done it right the first time, but this time…we can, we will.” Julie remained looking at him. “Please, come back to me. Please.”

Then he moved closer, touched her face and kissed her. She didn’t object, she let him kiss her and after a few moments, she began kissing him back.  Elmo’s left hand stayed on her face while his right hand held her waist and he held her closer and tighter. And that kiss brought the memories of their first meeting, of their first kiss.

And then when their lips went apart, Elmo smiled at her. “There’s really something about kissing you…”

Napangiti rin si Julie. “Sorry ah…nawala iyong baby natin.”

Elmo shook his head. “No one wanted that to happen. We can get married and have another baby.” And he winked at her.

Magsasalita na sana si Julie nang biglang mag-ring ang cellphone ni Elmo. Kinuha ng binata sa bulsa nya ang phone at saka sinagot. “Hello? Who’s this?”

“Hi, Moe. It’s Diane. Remember me?”

Napaawang ng bibig si Elmo at napatingin kay Julie. napansin ng dalaga ang pagkagulat sa ekspresyon ni Elmo. "H-hey, Diane.“

"I’m here at your house? Where are you?”

……tbc

Caught Between the Two- A Nate Maloley & Jack Johnson Imagine (Requested)

Y/N POV

The past few months involved lots of confusing feelings on my part. Falling for two different guys was not easy, especially when they are both important guys in my life. Nate and Johnson were two of my closest guy friends. I always told myself I would never let myself fall for a guy who was a friend, but that was impossible when it came to Nate and Johnson.

The feelings for Johnson came first, it started at a party. Basically my night didn’t go as planned, I got upset over some irrelevant guy and Johnson was the one to cheer me up. I remember feeling a spark with him, but thought it was just because I was drunk. After that night we grew closer and began to hang out a lot more, as friends. What I loved about Johnson was that he was always able to put a smile on my face. We made it a point to hang out a couple of times a week together, whether it was binge watching Netflix, getting lunch, or going for ice cream, we bonded. I felt comfortable with him, but that spark never died down.

The feelings for Nate built up overtime. Maybe a couple weeks after the incident with Johnson at the party, was when things started with Nate. I had always been attracted to Nate, it was hard not to be. One night, we were all going to a party at Kylie’s house. Johnson and Gilinsky had a show in San Diego that night so they weren’t going. Since I knew there were gonna be a lot of famous people at the party, I knew I had to look good. I remember taking forever to get ready and Sam, Dillon, and John got pissed and wanted to take off. Nate on the other hand was willing to stay with me until I finished getting ready. I’ll never forget when I finished getting ready and approached Nate, the look in his eyes as he saw me. We each took a shot before getting our uber. The uber ride to Kylie’s was when things happened, I remember Nate’s hand making its way up my bare thigh. When he kissed me, it felt new, it felt good. I remember we even left the party early to get burgers and just talked about life.

After things with Nate happened, that’s when shit went down. Nate and Johnson are close, I should’ve been smart and realized that they would talk. I remember being at my apartment, having just woke up and hearing a knock on the door. I opened it to a distraught Johnson.
The first words out of his mouth were “Are you into him?” I remember being so confused, but somehow knew he was referring to Nate. My gut wanted to say yes, but I denied it because I could see how hurt he looked. That was when I realized I had feelings for Johnson as well.

I remember Nate confronting me as well. He told me how he had never felt like this about anyone and saying all the things every girl wanted to hear. At that point I couldn’t see myself choosing either Nate or Johnson, the feelings were too real for both of them. I felt like I was on the Bachelorette, choosing between two great guys but I knew I had to before things got more intense.

The boys did what they could to impress me, taking me on cute dates and surprising me with gifts. Nate took me to the finest restaurants in LA, took me to Disneyland for a day, and bought me so many designer gifts, even when I told him not to. Johnson took me on a trip to Catalina Island. Our other dates involved really low key stuff like grabbing pizza or going to the beach. Before each date he always gave me roses, which was the sweetest gesture. As the dates with both Nate and Johnson went on, I got to know them each on a deeper, personal level.They both were such gentlemen about it too. They both made it clear to me that their friendship wouldn’t dissolve based on the outcome, they just wanted me to be happy. As the dates went on, I began to realize who I had to choose. The feelings for one of the guys fizzled, while feelings for the other grew stronger.

Now, here I was standing in front of Nate and Johnson, like the final rose ceremony on the bachelorette. I could tell both of them were nervous about the outcome. I really wanted to do this in the best way possible. I didn’t want any friendships to be burned in the process.

“This is just as hard for me as it is for you guys. The past few months have been filled with confusing feelings among really good ones. I never thought I would have ever fallen for two of my closest guy friends. But I’ve realized as the dates have gone on, that the feelings for one of you are still the friendly ones I had before, I just got carried away in the beginning….. Nate, I think I let myself get carried away with you. I confused my attraction to you as something more and I’m so sorry I let myself do that.” I said.

Nate stood up. He first looked at Johnson and nodded, it was his unspoken way of saying congratulations. Nate gave me a hug. I whispered in his ear “I’m so sorry, I just hope this doesn’t change us, we had a pretty good friendship.”

Nate whispered back. “You’re still my number one Y/N. I just want you to be happy and if that’s with J than so be it.” We broke apart and smiled at each other before Nate left.

I turned to Johnson who had gotten off the couch. He was smiling from ear to ear as he walked towards me, I could feel the butterfly’s in my stomach.

He reached for my hands. I smiled at him. “I’ve never felt more comfortable with someone, and no one has ever made me smile as much as you have. I started falling for you that night at that party, I just didn’t realize it then.” I told him.

“I’m just happy you realized it eventually.” Johnson replied as he leaned in to kiss me, and suddenly all was right in my life again.