#good enough tags for me. im going back to bed cause my mom just yelled at me

[cephalopaints]

eugh. im not sure how much my art improved this year but it ended pretty well i think

uhehhh. this year was so fucking bad both personally and in general but got way better at the end (i love mlmks and te and darren and miles even though you're all nerds)

[thefallennightmare]

Hard to Love [21/21]

Pairings: Chris Evans x Reader

Words: 1621

Warnings: this story will have mentions of abuse, mental and physical so please read at your own risk. Some swearing, angst, and a good amount of fluff. Maybe some smut if I'm feeling frisky.

Summary: After moving to a new town all on her own, Reader would do anything for a stable job and income. Even if that means housekeeping for one of Boston's eligible bachelors. What she didn't expect was finding herself falling in love with him and finding him out about the past that she was running from.

A/N: I cannot believe the ending is here. I also cannot thank you enough for all the love that you guys have gave this series. I really do appreciate it and love seeing all the comments! Your words of encouragement are what kept me going for this story. I’m so so sad it’s done. 

Lets finish this story with a happy ending! 

Tags: @kelbabyblue @patzammit @thesecretlifeofdaydreamss @jennmurawski13 @divadinag @cosmicbreathe @thevelvetseries @capstopavenger @chris-butt @denisemarieangelina @im-a-stranger-thing @jennamarieee623 @introvertedmouse @lharrietg @thejemersoninferno  @breezykpop @instantbasementtimetravel @rodgersteves @michaelscotfield-blog1 @40srogcrs @wonderingshawn @bellaireland1981 @katelyneannxo @lady-x-red @sare-bare93-blog @annmariek8​ @raabrakha​ @stxvercgersslut​

ONE YEAR LATER

“Where’s my cutie pie?!” I shouted, entering the home. 

Four feet trotted down the long hallway from the kitchen to the living room where I stood, hanging up my jacket and bag. Bending at the knees, I allowed all of the kisses and whines of happiness, scratching the furry ears. 

“How’s Dodger doing today?” I cooed. 

He followed me into the kitchen as I searched the fridge for something to ease my stomach. Munching on a piece of cheese, I checked my phone and saw a new message from Chris. 

I’ll be home in a few hours. I’m sorry baby, I didn’t think these interviews would take so long. 

Don’t be sorry! I’ll wait up for you xx. 

The last year, I had grown incredibly; putting everything that happened to me in the past, locking it away. The scars still remained on my body but I never let it affect me. Chris would always make sure he showed extra love to them, telling me that he loved the way I look. 

The first time Chris had to leave for work was a couple of months after everything and it was hard to get adjusted to sleeping in the bed alone but Dodger was the best replacement, keeping me safe every night. Chris tried to turn down movie roles but I quickly shot that down. I wouldn’t let him lose out on a possible great job because I missed him. 

I ended up seeing the live video he posted when I was missing and the amount of outpouring coming from his friends and fans also helped me heal. There were a good amount of people who at first weren’t happy that Chris was in a loving relationship but eventually, when he kept posting pictures of us on Instagram, they got used to it. 

My phone buzzed in my pocket and I saw a new message appear from Chris. 

Our weekend starts in less that two hours. I can’t wait to be alone with you. 

I smiled fondly at the message. 

The past couple weeks were filled with either him working almost every day or me continuing my schooling. We had his family and friends over a few times last week as well so we were practically begging the Gods above for some alone time. 

Which is why this weekend we had zero plans, just the two of us in our home. 

And Dodger. 

“OH COME ON!” Chris yelled at the T.V. 

A giggle erupted from my throat from my spot on the couch, my feet placed in his lap, as we watched the football game. 

Our weekend together was coming to an end, school for me and another press conference for Chris’ upcoming movie tomorrow, meant that reality was about twelve hours away. We spent the weekend in multiple different rooms of the house, our moans vibrating off the walls. 

I’ve had sex more in this weekend than I had in my entire adult life. 

Now, we were exhausted, so we decided to spend the rest of our Sunday in our lazy clothes on the couch; Chris wearing nothing but a pair of grey sweats and I ended up stealing his shirt and a pair of his boxers. 

Even though his eyes were transfixed on the game, he still made an effort to show me attention by rubbing the soles of my feet. I couldn’t stop myself from staring at this man in front of me. He let his beard grow this weekend, too lazy to shave it, which I didn’t complain one bit. The red marks on my thighs from earlier were an indication of that. His hair was short because he decided that he needed to buzz it last night; he was sick of it getting in his face. 

I marveled at the way the muscle in his jaw tightened when I rubbed my feet into his lap, purposely pressing into his soft cock. 

“If you keep that up, I’ll miss the last half of the game,” he threatened in a low voice. 

“But I’m horny!” I whined, lifting my shirt up and over my head. “Please?” 

I pinched my hard nipple between my fingers, hoping that would be enough to get him on top of me. 

It was. 

I yelped when Chris pulled my ankle towards him, his body on top of mine in seconds. His gold chain was dangling in front of my face as I looked up to him, our chest rising with heavy breaths. 

“So naughty,” he muttered against the crook of my neck. 

“Enough small talk and fuck me already, Evans,” I purred into his ear, fingernails digging into his bare back.

I couldn’t help but gnaw nervously on my bottom lip, tasting a bit of blood, while I paced the floor of our bedroom. Chris was out running errands but with the text I sent him, I knew that he would be on his way home asap. 

Can you come home please? I have to talk to you. 

My hands shook with nerves, feeling my cardigan being weighed down with the pressure that was in the pocket. I couldn’t help but worry about what Chris’ reaction would be. We never talked about this and I didn’t know if this would be what broke our relationship. 

“Y/N?” 

Hearing his voice, I made my way down the stairs and into the living room where he sat with Dodger on the couch. 

“Hey, everything alright?” He asked. 

I nodded and sat across from him. “Yeah, I think so.” 

He knew in the way my knee bounced and sucked in my bottom lip that whatever I had to talk to him about made me nervous as hell. Placing a hand on my knee, he gave me a warm smile. 

“Tell me,” he begged gently. 

Words were so foreign to me, not knowing exactly how to say it, so instead I handed him what was in my pocket. 

“I know we haven’t talked about it much but I couldn't not tell you. I mean you deserve to know. If you’re angry I understand. I’m confused too on how this happened,” I rambled. 

Chris didn’t hear a word I had spouted, his eyes trained hard on the stick in his hand with the two solid pink lines. 

“You’re pregnant?” His mouth twitched. 

I nodded and handed him my phone that held an email from the doctors office, confirming the pregnancy. Yesterday morning while Chris was out with his mom, I secretly had an appointment. 

“The doctor says I’m about six weeks,” I spoke softly. 

I was unsure of what his reaction would be, his gaze still stuck on the pregnancy test in his hand. 

Dodger knew something was different, sniffing the test in Chris’ hand. 

Finally after what felt like forever, Chris looked into my eyes and his mouth curved into a smile. 

“We’re having a baby?” 

The smile he had was a giant one, where you could almost count all of his teeth as he smiled down towards Dodger, showing him the sonogram on my phone as if Dodger could tell what he was looking at. 

The joy in his voice brought tears to my eyes. 

“You’re happy?” I asked. 

His hands snaked around my waist, pulling me into his lap. “I’m fucking ecstatic.” 

Our lips met in a rushed kiss, his hand finding its place on my stomach. His forehead rested against mine and his eyes shone with so much love that my heart leaped into my throat, knowing that his reaction was the complete opposite of what I was prepared for. 

“Stay here,” He mumbled against my lips in another kiss. 

I waited patiently as he rummaged for something in the desk of his office and he returned, hand behind his back. 

“I was saving this for when we went away next month but I don’t think I can wait.” He spoke before handing me a small box. 

A small velvet box. 

I gasped, watching him get down on one knee, and pried open the box. Inside was a gorgeous oval cut diamond on a plain gold band. The sunlight from outside had caught the ring in a warm glow of light. 

“This isn’t the most romantic idea of a proposal but I don’t want to wait any longer to ask you this. I first met you in this room when you came to work for me and in that moment I knew I wanted you; I needed you in my life. Y/N, you know I love you so fucking much. You have changed my life in so many ways and now we’re having a baby. You’re having my baby and somehow I love you even more. Y/N, will you marry me?” The tears welled in his eyes and he blew out a shaky breath. 

“Fuck yes!” I cried, hormones causing my eyes to pour tears down my cheeks. 

After he slid the ring on my finger, he picked me up with ease as he walked us towards our bedroom so we could celebrate the rest of our lives. 

I couldn’t believe how much my life had changed in two years since I first drove up to this house, nervous about what the job was that I had an interview for. I never imagined that I would face my past again, not letting it define who I was anymore. And I definitely never thought I would find someone who would love me with his whole entire heart and soul, knowing how hard to love I was. But he did; Chris vowed to me that night in hushed moans that he loved me then and forever. 

Along with the baby I was growing in my stomach; our baby. 

AND FIN!

[hinatas-sunshine]

“Feeling Icky”

Hinata, Osamu, Kenma

Synopsis: What Caring For Them When Sick Is Like

Genre: Fluff

Warnings: None

A/N: I was feeling a little bit under the weather so here’s this hehe 🤍

taglist: @derpeedoo @beanst0ck

Hinata:

• Your usually bubbly boyfriend was approaching you with a drowsy face

“Hi Sunshine, what’s up?”

• He shook his head with a pouty face making your heart break a little

• You went to hold his face only for your hands to touch his face all over

“My love you’re burning up!”

“Shhhh, someone will hear you and then I won’t be able to go to pract- ACHOO!”

• With that his head was on your shoulder groaning, you frowned and stroked his head

“You really shouldn’t go to practice if you’re feeling sick sunshine.”

• He straightened up quickly

“I feel perfectly fine! I feel like I can run a marathon! I feel like Tsuki when he sees someone get hurt!”

• You sighed and nodded at him before pressing a quick kiss on his cheek

“Come home if you’re still feeling sick!”

• He nodded before going to the club room to get ready for practice

✰ ✰ ✰ ✰ ✰

• Having stopped by the store to pick up some medicine and some food to make some soup you ended up at Hinata’s house

• Swinging the door open Natsu ran to hug your side making you hug her back gladly

“Wanna help me make some soup?”

“I love soup!”

• You sat her on the counter and had her pour water into a pot to boil

• Just as you shut off the stove Hinata walked in with a pout, you poured some soup for Natsu reminding her to be careful because it’s hot

“You’re home early?”

• He smiled at the sight of you with Natsu, but continued to speak

“Sugawara senpai made me come home.”

“As expected.”

“I feel perfectly fine!”

• You frowned and felt his forehead once again

“Your fever hasn’t gone down, here.”

• While he ate his soup and took the medicine you gave him you helped out with things his mom may have needed help with

“Y/n!”

• You walked into Hinata’s room only for him to peek out from under his big blanket

“You called?”

“Can you come here for a second?”

• You sat on the side of his bed next to him only for him to pull you into his arms making you laugh

“I’ll get sick my love!”

“Good, then I can take care of you!”

• He placed kisses all over your face while you attempted to push him away

• Safe to say, you got sick but had Hinata there to take care of you

“Y/n! The soup is burning!”

“It’s pre-made?!”

Osamu:

• ‘Samu was sick, and the only reason he liked being sick was because he loved your cooking

“Samu I’m not going to kiss you!”

“Why not!”

“Because you’re sick!”

• He always did so anyways while you would put a cold rag to his forehead

• He loves this because you always end with your hands one his face saying sweet things

“I’m sorry you’re sick baby, you’ll be okay soon.”

“I don’t like seeing you all cooped up in your bed with a frown.”

• He really appreciated the company and like I mentioned, waking up to soup on his bedside table and a pretty girl taking care of him

“I hit the lottery with you.”

“And I’ll hit you if you don’t eat your soup Samu!”

“I’m trying to be romantic!”

• He wined but listened to you regardless.

“SAMU! OH SAMU! YOURE SICK? THIS MEANS IM NEXT!”

• Atsumu jumped on the bed and landed on his brother who groaned

“Atsumu!”

“Y/n, I need some soup too I can already feeling some pain in my head.”

“It’s from you hitting yourself on the headboard?”

• He pouted while Osamu started pushing him off his bed

“You two? You two are a couple of bullies!”

• You both snickered while you continued to move hair out of the boys face and hold him while he snuggled into you

✰ ✰ ✰ ✰ ✰

*SNAP*

• You stared at a groaning Atsumu and a Osamu with a towel in his hand who just snapped a wet towel at his sick twin

“OW YOU DEMON!”

“You got sick because you want y/n to take care of you!”

“I told you! It’s a twin thing!!!”

• Atsumu whined while his brother suffocated threw a pillow at his face

• you pressed a towel to Atsumu’s forehead while he smiled in content

“You idiot this is what happens when you lick doorknobs to get sick.”

“Y/n I did not!”

• You laughed and grabbed some grape flavored cough medicine in a spoon

“No! I hate that flavor! You never made ‘Samu do this! It’s favoritism!”

“....he’s my boyfriend....”

“I did take that nasty medicine!”

• While Atsumu shook his head and moved it all over Osamu grabbed his head to still him and forced his mouth open while you shoved the spoon in

“SWALLOW IT!”

“Ghahhdhahdha NO-*chokes*”

• You watched Atsumu silently cry a little while you laughed and wrapped your arms around Osamu’s waist

• He held onto your arms,before turning and placing a kiss on your temple

“You can head home, I’ll take care of him from here.”

• You nodded and packed your things

“Shes leaving me?!”

“Don’t say it like she’s your girlfriend!”

• Osamu walked you to the door and wrapped his arms around you pulling you in for a kiss

“Thank you for taking care of me my love.”

• He whispered against your lips while you smiled and nodded sending him back inside

“ATSUMU!”

“W-WHAT IS T-HAT!”

*Cue Screaming*

• Yeah you couldn’t leave Osamu would Kill his brother

Kenma:

• You woke up that morning knowing something was wrong so when you saw your boyfriend at school asleep at his desk you rushed over to him

“Hey honey, what’s wrong?”

• He looked up with pink tinted cheeks, pulling you into his arms and cuddling his face into your neck

“Kenma?”

“Hm?”

“You okay?”

• He nodded

“Never felt better!”

• He smiled at you which made you feel his face

“You’re burning up!”

“I know I’m hot y/n but you don’t have to yell it out.”

• He laughed while you furrowed your eyebrows but still placed a kiss onto his forehead, to which he sighed and leaned into

• The whole lunch period you fed him some small portions of food while he rested his face on your shoulder

• During practice he lazily dragged himself in and you followed with a frown

“You two fighting?”

“THE GIRLS ARE FIGHTING!!!”

• You sighed at laughed lightly at Lev’s words before pulling Kenma’s head onto your shoulder and answering Kuroo

“Kenma is sick.”

“I’m not sick!”

“Kenma if you’re sick you shouldn’t practice today.”

“I’m not si- wait really?”

• You raised and eyebrow when Kenma started coughing like crazy

“Y/n can you take me home I really don’t feel good.”

• You laughed lightly and sent him to get his things

“Please take care of him y/n, make sure he’s not playing too many video games and actually gets enough rest.”

“Of course.”

• He patted your head before Kenma came back and you held onto his hand heading to his house

✰ ✰ ✰ ✰ ✰

• Automatically as you set foot into your slippers Kenma was sliding into his room and hopping on his game

“Kenma Kozume!”

• He froze while you stomped into his room looking like you were an angry Medusa

“Put the game down!”

“Just let me be sick!”

• You looked through the cabinets of his house and found some medicine for him to take

• Each time he found some way to avoid the medicine

“I’m allergic to grape.”

“HUH?”

• You sighed when you finally held Kenma close your your chest as his little breaths fanned your face while he slept

• Kuroo came to visit after practice just as Kenma began to wake up

“He actually slept?”

“Yeah, he wasn’t too happy about it though.”

• You pointed at the games you took from him causing Kuroo to laugh

“We have a practice match early next week.”

“I’m still sick.”

“Against who?”

“Karasuno, supposedly shrimpy wants a rematch now that he knows how to play better.”

“WHERES THE GRAPE MEDICINE?!”

“I thought you were allergic?”

“He’s allergic to grape medicine?”

• Yeah it didn’t take him long to get better after that, he was very cooperative

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[mayraki]

“You deserve love” (8)

jj x reader

not my gif! credits to the owner.

summary: after an unexpected event on a rainy night, two friends find out they have feelings for each other.

MASTERLIST

JJ stood there with anger growing inside of him. He didn’t want it to let it get to him, he had been in deep trouble not even a week ago, he didn’t want to let it happen again. But the thought of you and Rafe kissing made his anger grow even bigger.

“What?” He finally said.

“We kissed. It was so good, it remained me of the times I was with her. Those were good times. Let me tell you something, she looks pretty innocent, but in bed... wow!” Rafe said and JJ was ready to punch him in the face for the second time this week, but the voice of your father behind him stopped him.

“JJ, we need to close the store.” Your father said noticing the tension between JJ and Rafe.

“Hello, Mr. Y/l/n.” Rafe said with a smirk on his face. Your father nodded saying hello and when JJ walked away, they went into the store.

“What happend?” You asked when you saw JJ looking angry.

“Nothing.” He said with a dry tone and without even making eye contact with you, he grabbed his backpack and then walked out of the store.

He couldn’t stop thinking about Rafe’s words. The thought of him kissing you made his insides burn. And he didn’t even want to think about you in bed with him, that was just going to break him. More than he already was.

~

“Hey Kie!” You said once you sat down next to Kie on the beach while the rest of the Pogues were surfing. “How come you’re not surfing?”

“I didn’t feel like it.” She shrugged her shoulders and you nodded. “How have you been?”

“Fine, I guess. Nothing has changed.” You said confused at her sudden question. “Did something happened?”

“I don’t know, did something happend?” She repeated her question and you lifted your eyebrow still not understanding.

“What?”

“Did something happened with JJ?” She asked serious, not like the other times asking if something was happening between the two of you.

“No, I haven’t talked to him since yesterday when he left my father’s store. Kie, what’s going on?” You asked getting closer to her.

“I don’t know, but something’s going on with him. I came to John B’s house this morning and he told me JJ didn’t came out of his room. And when he did, he was in a horrible mood. That’s weird for JJ, angry and chaotic, yeah that’s normal. But in a bad mood where he treats everyone in a bad way, that doesn’t happen pretty often.”

“Did he came back to his house?” You asked worried but Kie shook his head.

“No, John B told me that he arrived last night after his shift ended. And that after he left his room this morning, he’s been surfing since.”

You turned to where JJ was surfing and the curiosity was eating you inside. You wanted to know what was wrong and try to make it better. Even if you couldn’t understand, just give him a hug. That’s when he got out of the water, you got up and walked towards him. But when he locked eyes with you, he looked down quickly and clenched his jawline, walking faster to the house without saying a word.

“What the fuck was that?” You said and then John B walked next to you.

“He’s been like this since last night, I don’t know what is going on.”

You kept looking to where JJ walked away and decided you were going to find out, but now you knew he needed time. Sometimes when you were on a bad mood, you didn’t want to talk about it with anyone, so you stepped back and walked towards Kie, leaving the thoughts of JJ behind.

~

“Who’s ready for a delicious dinner cooked by me?” Pope said and everyone looked at each other. “Ok, starve then.” He said and walked back to the kitchen.

“Don’t be so dramatic, you’re a good cook!” Kie said walking to give him a comforting hug.

“Yeah, sure!” You said trying to sound convincing and John B let out a little laugh while his arm was around Sarah’s shoulders.

You heard JJ’s room door opening and he walked into the living room, with messy hair and his boots on.

“Are you going somewhere?” You asked to him looking at his outfit.

“Out.” He said without looking at you.

“Out?” You said with a little laugh. “Where?”

“Are you my mom?” He said with anger a walked out the door.

You stood there surprised at his answer and everyone felt the same as you. He never treat you like that and that just made you angrier than confused.

“Oh, that’s it.” You said and stood up following him outside.

“Dude, it’s on.” You heard Sarah said before walking out of the house.

“JJ!” You yelled for him but he didn’t stop, he kept walking away from you. “Fuck, JJ! Stop!” You noticed he wasn’t planning on stopping so you ran after him. Once you were close enough, you grabbed his arm and then stopped.

“What do you want?” He said. He immediately felt bad for the way he was talking to you, but the pain he felt inside made it uncontrollably.

“I want to know why the fuck are you treating me like this!”

“Treating you like what?”

“Like fucking trash! Like you can’t stand being around me! Like you fucking hate me!” You said and felt pain growing inside. You didn’t like being treated like this, not after being in a relationship where it was like that every single day.

“I don’t hate you, Y/n.” He said more calmer.

“Then what the fuck are you doing then?”

He stood there in silence and you started to get impatient. The fact that you couldn’t understand him made you more angry. “I don’t understand what happened to you, I care about you and I respect you, but I won’t let you treat me like that. So when you decided to grow up, call me.” You turned around with the intention to go back to the house, but then JJ talked.

“Did you kiss Rafe?” He said softly. You turned around to see him and you locked eyes with him. He had sad eyes and you noticed he was hurt.

“What?” You asked confused.

“That night at the party, did you kiss Rafe?” He asked again. His voice cracked and you saw his eyes watering.

“No, I didn’t.”

“He told me you did.” He said angry clenching his jawline at the memory.

“When did you talk to him?” You were so confused and angry at Rafe, but at JJ too for believing him.

“Yesterday after I did the delivery for your dad.” You nodded and now everything made perfect sense.

“And you believed him? Rafe?” You said with more anger than you intended. You were now more hurt than angry. He looked down and sighed. “Why the fuck would you believe him?”

“I don’t know Y/n!” He said angry “I don’t fucking know! I don’t know half of the things I do, half of the things I feel! I’ve never felt this angry about a girl before and then you come with your perfect self and I can’t control myself! I don’t know why I believed Rafe, but I know that the way you make me feel is something that I never felt before and I’m so fucking scare Y/n!” He said with anger and then he took a breath trying to calm himself. “That’s why I always try to pull you away when i want to kiss you, God! I want to kiss you so bad but I’m such a coward I could never do it! Because my brain always tells me that everyone leaves at the fucking end..” he said more calmer this time and you stood there in silence, not knowing what to say.

So you just walked to him and gave him the biggest hug you’ve ever gave to anyone. You wanted to feel him closer to you and so did him. You wanted to cure everything that was causing him pain and you’d never imagined it would be yourself.

“JJ, I’ll never leave you.” You softly said without breaking the hug. “I care about you too much to leave your chaotic ass.” You said jokingly and you heard a little laugh coming from JJ’s mouth. “You know if you need me I’m two steps away... literally. We’re like always together.” You said and JJ let out a little laugh while facing you. Your phone buzzed and you read a message from your dad.

“Y/n, come home. I have to tell you something.”

“Uh, it’s my dad.” You said confused. “He says that I have to go home.” He quickly nodded and then looked down. “Uhm, talk later?” You didn’t want to leave him, but at the same time, you needed to process all the things JJ just told you.

He nodded and then you started to walk to your house, with a thought burning more then the other ones, did JJ just told you that he wanted to kiss you?

And he went back to have a walk on the beach, with the same thought in his mind.

Once you arrived at your house, you opened your door and started to look for your father. He was sitting down on the kitchen table with his phone between his hands. He seemed nervous and lost in his thoughts.

“Dad, is everything alright?”

He turned to you and then looked down. “Y/n.”

“Dad, what’s going on?”

He locked eyes with you and then said softly “We have to move to the city.”

***

PART 9

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[savoies]

Miscommunications - Nolan Patrick.

Nolan Patrick x Reader.

Summary: Nolan is feeling a little insecure and he starts to ignore his girlfriend but then they talk it out and it turns out to be just a miscommunication.

Word count : 1143 ( wow im proud) 

Warning: like one bad word.

Nolan was currently on the road to Colorado. The Philadelphia Flyers were going to play against the Colorado Avalanche in about two days. Y/n was currently at home in Philly texting Nolan to text her when he got to Colorado. Y/n and Nolan had been dating for about a year and while y/n was more emotional and Nolan keeped his feelings bottled in, they made it work. She decided just to work on some homework and then go to bed afterwards since it was pretty late when Nolan left for his long road trip of a day.

Nolan had arrived in Colorado a few hours ago and was currently practicing making some goals into the net with Hartsy blocking most of them. Nolan had been off of his game and Tk noticed but didn't mention anything because his best friend wasn't one to talk about his feelings. The game was starting in thirty minutes and warm ups had started. Y/n was back home wearing his number 19 jersey getting prepared for the game to start. She knew Nolan had arrived safely because Tk usually posted stories of the arena they were going to play at. She just decided to send him a good luck text since he didn't text her earlier of his arrival but she didn't want to seem like a mom.

The game ended as the waves of orange were seen through the crowd jumping up and down. The flyers had won against the avalanche and they were pretty damn proud. Nolan walked into the locker room to get changed and when he saw that he had a new text from his girlfriend. He left it on read as he did the other one he received upon his arrival. It wasn't that he was trying to ignore her; he just sometimes got these thoughts into his mind that he wasn't good enough for her. I mean she had a bachelors degree, was studying to get her masters, and she was the most determined person he had ever met. He was just a hockey player. He knew that if he ever got a serious injury his entire career would end. But y/n had her whole life in front of her. Before more of these thoughts could enter his mind Travis walked in and told him they were gonna go out for celebratory drinks. He thought that maybe a couple of those would blur his mind and he would forget about these thoughts. So he got dressed and headed out with the rest of his team mates. 

Y/n watched as the flyers won and jumped up and down as Kevin Hayes made the winning goal. She texted her boyfriend: congrats you did amazing and then call me when you can. Y/n saw the guys stories and saw they went out to get some drinks. She waited about thirty minutes but didn't get a response from her boyfriend. She decided to stop because she didn't want to seem clingy and she decided calling Teeks was a better option. The phone rang about four times when the caller on the other end finally picked up. “Hey Y/n whats up.”

“Hey Tk just calling to congratulate you guys on the win and wondering if I can talk to nols.” the girl said hopeful yet a bit nervous cause it seemed as though her boyfriend was ignoring her. There was shuffling on tks side of the line and then she could hear him shouting “hey pat your girl wants to talk to you.”

“Tell her I'm busy” the 21 year old centerman yelled back. In that moment y/n got enough classification and her heart broke a little. “Hey y/n he’s--...”

“I heard teeks thanks.” the girl said, trying not to cry. She decided to just watch netflix and eat some ice cream cause now it for sure seemed as though her boyfriend was ignoring her. 

“Stop being such a jerk and talk to your girlfriend.” Travis said.

“Don't you think ive tried,” Nolan said, looking down at his shoes avoiding his friend's eye contact. “She's great but she's too good for me. I'm just a hockey player. She could leave me any moment.”

Travis listened to his best friend's sincere confession and thought about how y/n was seriously in love with him and she thought the opposite of everything he had just said. “Pat, i've seen the way that girl looks at you and she's totally whipped and I can say the same for you.” Nolan loved his girlfriend and it seemed like he just needed a slight push from his best friend to realize that they had their differences but they were totally and hopelessly in love.

He decided to step out for some air and call her and tell her how he really felt. Y/n was sitting on the couch when her phone started ringing. Her boyfriend's name flashed across the screen as she completed picking up. She decided to ignore how she was hurting and instead answered it cause deep down she could never be mad at her big goofball of a boyfriend. There was silence for a few minutes as the static was heard on both sides of the line. Then finally Nolan spoke up with a simple hey.

“Hey bub.” y/n said back. It felt good to hear his voice. 

“Uhm wow ive been such a dick to you and i'm sorry, it's just sometimes i wonder why you're with me--..”

“Nol--..”

“Wait y/n let me finish, cause you know how hard this is for me.” The girl let him continue. “Sometimes it seems as though you are too good for this world and way too good for me and Tk made me realize that I should stop bottling up my feelings and talk to you about them. Communication is a big part of relationships and that's what I'm doing right now. I love you and I'm sorry sometimes I'm not good enough.” Nolan said exasperated at the end of his emotional speech.

There was silence for a few moments while y/n was trying hard not to cry. “Baby are you there?” 

“Yeah sorry bubs, Nols if you ever feel this way please tell me. I love you so much and you are seriously perfect for me. I understand communicating is hard for you but you know i'm always here to listen. You are always good enough and beyond that. I'm glad Travis made you talk about it. God, I love you so much Nolan Patrick.”

By the end of her speech they were both trying not to cry. “I love you lovebug. I'll call you later when i get to the hotel.”

“I'll be waiting.” y/n said glad that all this was just a miscommunication.

Tags so it doesn't flop: @marner-lovebot @hockey-anyone @mitch-slap @mymanseguin @leafsxhockeywrxtes @summerko8

[bbrandy2002]

Wacky Drabble #17: Liam’s Smut

Part 3

Masterlist

Part One Part Two

“Riley’s” Fic/What Happens In Fydelia

This is part of @emceesynonymroll ’s #wackydrabbles. This weeks prompt is: There is a certain taste to it.

Liam x Riley and Liam x Hana x Maxwell

Word count: Lets just say, the limit doesn’t exist. So Sorry Enna😲 ……2143

A/N: Its been a hella crazy, hectic week and Im Not too thrilled with how this turned out but it is what it is.

Chapter Summary: In an attempt to get Riley to understand how he feels, Liam writes his own smut with shocking results.

**Special Note: @fromthedeskofpaisleybleakmore did not write any part of this, therefore, this drabble should not reflect on her far superior talent. I had no plans to write this when I wrote the previous drabble or I would have never drug her name into it…but, ya’ll just had to see what Liam wrote 😂 Thanks Bleakmore for being such a good sport!

This is MY attempt to write a story within a story, that includes smut (not my forte), in Bleakmore’s writing style, with a fictional character as a contributor, while also switching back and forth in my own writing style….God have mercy on all of you!!!!

MY READ MORE DID NOT WORK AGAIN...tagged as long post

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Riley’s eyes flitted at the screen as she scanned the words written before her. It was quite obvious by the content and plot of this story, one person in particular was meant to read it-her, and it had Liam written all over it. If those two things didn’t make it clear enough, the username, @inyourfacerileybrooks-love-liam, was the biggest indicator her husband had bested her.

A sea of crimson rippled across her face and heaving chest as she shifted onto her side, adjusting the laptop to lay on the bed next to her, full of resentment and outrage. If she was being honest with herself, she felt more guilt than anything.

If he wanted to “out smut” her, she’d be damned not to see what she was up against. She sighed heavily as she began to delve into his-little story.

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Liam Fucks Hana Five Ways From Sunday With His Enormous Dick”

A new collaborative drabble by @fromthedeskofpaisleybleakmore and newcomer @inyourfacerileybrooks-love-liam

NSFW 🍋🍋🍋

Summary: This takes place in Fydelia, during the engagement tour, where Liam had caught his girlfriend, Riley, having sex with Drake in the courtyard.

(Liam)

“Bastien!”, I yelled, “arrest these two for treason, indescency in public, and…”, upon seeing the little Hershey bar wrappers scattered on the ground from Drake’s smores, “….litering”.

Seeking my forgiveness, Riley sobbed and pleaded for her release, citing temporary insanity, as her reasoning for betraying me in such a manner.

I did not care.

As my head guard took them both away in shackles and chains, I stopped him momentarily, “Bastien?”.

He turned to acknowledge me, “Yes, Your Majesty”.

“Throw away the key”.

I never wanted to see their sorry faces again. They both will spend the rest of their days in the palace dungeon, in misery, never to see daylight .

Riley rolled her eyes, “real subtle, Liam”, she murmured, before continuing….

I left the scene of their sexual crime feeling hurt and destroyed. Everything I had done since my coronation had been to protect her….Her! When I spoke those three words in the hedge maze before we made love for the first time, I meant them….I loved her.

Truth is, I never stopped.

I never will.

I would have gone to the far reaches of the universe to love her and show her love. I would have given her anything, do anything she asked, gave her my very own life to protect her, yet, it wasn’t enough to keep her. She didn’t think I was man enough to be those things for her, a lover, a protector, a soul mate, a confidante…my best friend.

She wanted Drake Walker for that.

Shame…there is a certain taste to it. Extremely spicy? Maybe. If so, Riley’s mouth was on fire. She pushed herself up from lying down on her side and gently tossed the laptop onto the bed. If there was anything she was ever sure of in life, it was that Liam loved her and always had. Those words she just read, were meant for her, in the here and now.

Her stomach began to twist and turn, a sour taste rising in the back of her throat. She eased herself from the bed to stand, wiping away the steady streams of hot tears that moistened her cheeks.

She ran to the bathroom, shutting the door and fell to her knees before the cold porcelain, emptying the foulness of her betrayal inside of it. Feeling miserable for hurting Liam and causing him such pain.

“Mommy?..daddy?”, Nikolas called out as he sleepily entered his parents empty bedroom.

Without a reply, he stepped in further, his little, beady blue eyes darting around, seeking to find his mom and dad, his ears perking up at hearing the shower running.

Nikolas decided to wait for them to come out of the bathroom, not knowing Liam had stayed in his study last night. Grabbing onto one of the large wooden posters at the foot of the bed, he placed one foot on the frame and hoisted himself up, crawling playfully to the center.

He rose to his feet and jumped up and down several times before landing on his backside with a high bounce, giggling with pure delight. Riley’s laptop caught his eyes, resting on her pillow, open wide with the screensaver of a half naked, Ryan Reynolds bouncing around consistently. He perched himself on the edge of the bed, his short legs swinging freely over the side, as he laid the laptop in his lap.

He knew he wasn’t permited to use electronic devices without adult supervision, however, in his mind, that was not something he was concerned with. His tiny finger ran over the touchpad as his ears listened intently for the shower to stop. Nik’s eyes narrowed on the words that flashed before him, his hand cupped over his mouth….“daddy did what to Aunt Hana?”…..

Returning to my room at the estate, wounded and dispirited, I pour one drink after another, drowning my sorrows. My ultimate goal was to feel nothing, to forget the love of my life ever existed….if only for this night.

Soon, the dizzying effects of the alcohol begin to take its hold on me. I shed my suit jacket, feeling warmth, tossing it absentmindedly on the bed. I began to roll up the sleeves of my dress shirt, when a gentle knock alerted me to the door. I stumble haphazardly across my suite to see who it is at this late hour.

Hana and Maxwell stood opposite of me with looks of concerns and disappointment.

(Hana)

Maxwell and I stand before Liam, who looks like he has spent the evening wallowing in what Riley and Drake had done to him. By now, the entire court and press had gotten word of their very public display of affection….if thats what you would call it. When Maxwell and I were made aware of the situation, we thought he could use a friend, a shoulder to cry on, and-The Game.

The King invites us into his lavish executive suite, lit only by the moonlight’s glow through the clear glass of the balcony door. A near empty bottle of scotch sits on the coffee table in front of the sofa with a pack of cigarettes and a full ash tray.

“Liam”, I wrap him in a warm hug, “we are so sorry for what happened. Is there anything we can do?”.

“Yeah, buddy”, Maxwell said with an encouraging smile, “we came to cheer your up”.

Liam crosses to the center of the room and slumps down onto the couch, grabbing the bottle of scotch, “I appreciate that, but…I don’t think anyone can help me tonight”.

I look to Maxwell, who gives me a knowing look and a nod. We avert our attention back to the King who is lighting up his next cigarette and falling back into the couch.

I wink at Maxwell. It’s time.

Maxwell and I move to the sofa. He plops down on the end opposite of Liam and I settle myself in between them; there was only enough room for the three of us.

(Liam)

I’m grateful that Maxwell and Hana are so concerned for my wellbeing, however, I really just want to be left alone.

Hana shifts next to me and places a delicate hand on my knee. If I weren’t so inebriated, that act alone would seem almost inappropriate for a lady of my court. I take a quick draw and exhale the toxic fumes towards the ceiling.

“Your Majesty”, her voice sweet and low, “Maxwell and I would like to play a…"game”..with you.“

I smile at her and lightly squeeze the hand she has resting on my knee, “I’m not really in the mood for games..maybe another time”.

“Come on daddy, play the game with Uncle Max and Aunt Hana”

I catch Maxwell’s hand moving just below the hem of Hana’s knee length dress, gliding under the fabric as he caresses her thigh, inching higher and higher. I quirk my brow, curious at to what this knucklehead was doing.

Hana closes her eyes, appearing to melt into his touch, soft moans escaping her lips. I scoot further away, unclear as to what the hell is going on.

The intricate lace of Hana’s light pink panties become visible as Maxwell’s finger disappears under it. Her usually, elegant hand, pressing him further and deeper into her. I avert my eyes and begin to whistle uncomfortably, wondering if these two came to cheer me up by…fucking in front of me?

Hana’s sultry voice beckons for me. “I dare you to touch me too, Your Majesty”, an inviting grin appears on her face as Maxwell removes his fingers from her. To say I am baffled would be an understatement, yet, my cock starts to harden with anticipation.

“Do it, do it, do it”, an oddly subdued Maxwell begins to pressure me with a shit-eating grin.

I shake my head insistently, “I..I can’t touch Lady Hana like that”, I wanted to, she’s gorgeous and talented, and by the looks of Maxwell’s glistening fingers, fucking soaked. I lean forward and put out my cigarette, planning to get away from whatever the hell kind of game these two are playing. I’ve played Monopoly, I’ve played checkers, never have I “played” Stick a Finger in The Pussy.

My heart races as she grabs my hand and pulls it towards her. I hesitate, but, dammit, I’m only a man. My fingers roam over the wetness of her panties, I can smell her essence and it completely overcomes me. I make my way under the lace; she is warm and slick. I begin to move with precision through her folds and she groans my name. Hana’s giftedness never fails…I can honestly say, I do feel a little more cheerful afterall.

Through her moaning, she dares Maxwell to suck my dick. I laugh, oh the Hana…she’s such a jokester, until that son of bitch gets up and kneels before me. In my drunken state, I don’t move as my lifelong friend unbuckles my leather belt and slowly unzips my pants. He releases my cock from its confines…is this really happening? Hana squirms under my touch and I can tell she is close to the edge, as Maxwell’s hot tongue curls around my shaft.

“Nikolas!”, Liam’s voice booms disapprovingly as he stands at the doorway, “are you on your mother’s laptop?”

A panic-stricken Nikolas, jolts from being caught, then squints his eyes as he watches his father approach him.

Liam towers over his young son, hands on his hips with a displeased glare. “Well…what do you have to say for yourself?”

Nikolas remains quiet for a moment before Liam presses him again for an answer. Without warning, he cries out, “You are a bad man daddy! A very bad man!”. He jumps off the bed, pushing himself past Liam, wailing and sobbing back to his room, where his door could be heard slamming shut.

The bathroom door opens and a towel clad Riley slips out, “What was that?”

Liam scratches his unkempt hair, perplexed at his son’s outburst, “I’m not sure. I caught him on your laptop before he told me I was a very bad man and cried himself out of the room”

Riley swiveled the laptop he left on the bed towards her, leaning over it in search of what caused her young child to explode. Her lips moved quietly as she read until, “YOU HAD A THREESOME WITH HANA AND MAXWELL?!”, she blinked wildly, “…my baby is gonna need therapy for life”.

Liam grabbed the device from her, “I most certainly did not”. He read the post for himself, gasping at each sentence, nodding his head incessantly, “No…No…animal sounds?…golden shower?…Hana milked our prostates? Drake escapes the dungeon and kills me with marine life?…I didn’t write this, I swear. I only wrote the first part and Bleakmore assured me she would give it a loving ending”.

Skeptical at his story, Riley points to the screen, “Look”, her eyes focus in as she points to the screen, reading aloud, “Never ask a Drake stan to betray him…You’ve been… Bleakmored”. She bites her lip to control the urge to laugh.

“Bleakmored?”, he sighs, “Bleakmored?…I hope she knows she has traumatized our son”, he closes his eyes in disbelief before Riley wraps her arms around his waste and draws him closer to her.

She stares up at her husband with a loving smile and sincerity, “I’m sorry you were Bleakmored…and…I’m sorry I wrote that story about Drake. You are the only man I want, My King”, she trails kisses across his neck and palms his hardened groin, “maybe you can finish your smut where you left off, with me”.

Liam shudders under the intensity of her hands moving in perfect motion, “Only if you let me… milk you, My Queen”.

Riley lips curl into a devilish grin “I’ll get the Vasoline and rubber gloves”.

Wacky Drabblers and Permatags: @emceesynonymroll @burnsoslow @jessiembruno @sirbeepsalot @dcbbw @romanticatheart-posts @stopforamoment @katedrakeohd @pedudley @of-course-i-went-to-hartfeld @drakesensworld @ao719 @janezillow @eileendannie @texaskitten30 @glaimtruelovealways @fromthedeskofpaisleybleakmore @hopefulmoonobject

[harrypupperandhisownerdraco]

💧∗ˈ‧₊°∗ˈ‧₊°∗ˈ‧₊°∗ˈ‧₊°basically i just had a shitty christmas and after that just started screaming n fighting w my mom and i just want to cry so much, this life is shit i just want sum comforting otp, tag urself im draco 

(also this is a muggle!au)

 Story

Silver, blue, on then off… The hanging lights were flickering all over, illuminating the dirty streets with artificial illumination, blinding the moonlight and hibernal constellations. It wasn't snowing anymore, and all of its reminiscent beauty washed away with dirt and stomped away by happy bystander. The air could have been colder, but what made Draco shiver was the contrast between the eerie feeling lingering in the street and the stinging feeling over his cheek. Twisting butterbeer candy in his mouth, its sweet aroma melted along with the bitter taste of blood. It stung a little, but the endearing feeling of alcohol started to take over. Wandering aimlessly, he was focusing his thoughts hard on the christmas song's lyrics resonating all over the town. Otherwise, the dark thoughts he was trying to shut in would start to yell again.

He inhaled -breath shaky- once again, trying to regain consciousness of his surrounding. He couldn't just cry in the street like that, he was pathetic yes but ain't nobody gonna see it. He sighed as a sad grin slightly made its way on his face, finding a place to cry safely was a middle school thing to do but here he was at 20. He let his gaze wander on all the dolled up shop front, displaying all kinds of present ideas. He hadn't even had time to open half of his presents before running away. They might all have been shitty anyway. Except his mother's… Not to be cheesy, but she was the one who really knew him in that big house, no matter how many people inhabited it.

 Since when the family house became so full yet so cold and empty ? Maybe at the blurred line where childhood disappeared …

 Draco rubbed his humid noise, he was definitely not going to cry in public, for god sake. Leaving the nice display for romantic couples, he walked off. There was only one place where a forsaken college kid could cry his pitiful life and that was college itself. And if luck was on his side, he had the shittiest family life and everybody else went back home.

 Luck showed to not be on his side, Draco discovered with bitter annoyance as he was trying to sneak some snacks from the cafeteria. And it seemed Potter (the worst one Draco could fall into) had the same thoughts. His nemesis since middle school, the one person he personally made sure to say « happy christmas loser» before leaving because he knew christmas was Potter’s least favorite holiday.

Homeboy must have had the whole day to make a sweet stock but no, midnight snacking was better, of course. How original Potter.

"Come on Potter, don’t tell me you don’t hide food in that mess of a room you have", Draco put his arms around the amount of baked good and drinks he had stocked. " 'Cause I wont let you have any of these, you had the whole day, too bad."

"What are you doing here ? I thought you went back." Potter raised an eyebrow.

"Well you know, ehe, maybe I'm Santa and haven't given you your gift yet ?", he gave him droopy smile, trying to suppress wiggles alcohol induced. "Maybe, you’re Santa. 

"A- Are you drunk ?"

"That would be insulting my alcohol tolerance considering I only had candy, but I guess a man can get drunk over his spleen. Oh, and like, a few bottle, aha.."

"You're definitely drunk.", Potter sighed. "Get some water and go to sleep Malfoy."

"But I'm hungryy."

"You're only going to regret it afterwards, now come on, give it-" Potter got awfully closer, and Draco felt an itching feeling under his skin.

"Let a man drink and get shitfaced Potter, jeez, I don't remember stopping you having fun at your last scoot boys party." Draco groaned.

"You're not having fun, " Potter sighed and he came so close Draco could feel his breath over.

"Why you caring about that."  Draco tried to defy Potter's deep glare, but booze only confused him into the lulling gaze of green eyes.

As Potter groaned for answer, he grabbed his plate. Draco didn't put up any resistance as he didn't trust his body so close to Potter's. He might accidentally hit his face, and he didn't feel confident over a 1v1 against Potter right now.

"You don't smell like alcohol, you smell… good.", Draco muttered, as his eyes were half shutting over Potter’s collarbones. "What have you been up to Potty, you really don't know how to party, you only grunt and sigh."

 Draco didn't know whether it was willingly or without realizing, but he leaned against Potter's strong frame more than necessary. The sweet feeling of being supported, not having to fight… If only Potter could close his arms around him.

 "Malfoy I swear you should go now.", Potter's arms tried to shift him, but Draco felt his own arms envelope Potter's nice smelling neck on their own accord.

"Oh come on, I had a shitty christmas and a shitty evening, let me have that.", he whined slightly, tugging closer.

He could feel Potter’s breath stopped for an instant, and Draco didn’t know what to make of it. Maybe Potter would kick him for good now, pathetic or no they never indulged in anything soft or warm ; they challenged each other and threw word with deep rooted meaning, but never anything so clear and explicit.

But when Draco went to unlace himself from this awkward situation, he felt Potter’s strong arms not letting him.

"I don’t even know why i’m doing this, you’re heavy. " Potter complained as he was carrying Draco on his back.

"I’m not, not with those fit arms of yours ", Draco rumbled against Potter’s nice smelling jumper.

"... I should record you," Harry muttered, the back of his neck feeling hotter.

" I’d deny everything, the things you can do with technology these day.."

Draco could feel Potter’s muscles moving slightly over a soft chuckle. He pushed his face further into the nice perfume.

"... Hey take me to your room."

"W-what ?!", they nearly fell as Potter lost his balance.

"Calm your tits Potter, jee-"

"Why’d you want to go into my room anyway ??"

Because it might smell as nice as you..., Because it’s your room..., Because, there, it’d just be full of you and nothing would remind me of anything at home..., Because I don’t want to think about home right now...

"Because I know you have a hidden stack of snacks in there..."

"Malfoy."

Draco couldn’t feel Potter’s gaze on him but his tone conveyed enough to make Draco’s throat clench.

"I won’t steal anything, it’s just... there’s nothing that’ll remind me of home there... Just... I... "

Draco never finished his phrase and soft silence fell upon them for the rest of the way. He tried to no think too deep about tonight’s evolution, but even cloudy thoughts weren’t enough.

"We’re here", and as soon as he opened the door, Potter let Draco fall hardly on the floor. Not bothering to listen to his insulting fuss, he went to throw a cushion his way. "There’s a futon over there, the floor is yours."

"You’re the worst host ever, even dogs are treated better." Draco pouted.

"And you’re a handful guest and drunk", Potter said as he let a blanket fall over Draco’s head.

The ground was cold, he could feel it over the futon and the fall had made his heart sad. Draco remembered the comfy over-stuffed bed he left at home and how he should’ve been sleeping there comfily instead of making a fool of himself in front of the only boy that mattered.

"Well if I could have avoided drinking to drown my sorrow trust me i would.", he sniffed, already sobering up. "I’m so going to throw up all over your carpet."

All sound of moving and shifting stopped for a while. Then Potter peeked his face under the blanket, facing Draco’s.

"... Are you crying ?"

"... Next I’m gonna pee and then you’ll have all my body fluids over your carpet." Draco said with a small voice and he wanted to punch himself. Embarrassed him really had the worst retorts.

"You’re disgusting." Potter said, but he brought his nice smelling sleeve over Draco’s nose and whipped the dampness. Draco sniffed again.

"I’m not crying."

"You’ll deny it for the record I know."

For some reason, Potter lingered his touch over Draco’s face, wandering his hands over his cheeks, lightly wiping tears traces. Draco couldn’t see Potter’s face clearly due to the lack of lamps turned on. The room only escaping darkness for dim moonlight and Draco hoped Potter couldn’t see his face clearly either.

"Why did you come back ?"

"Because I’m the family disappointment and I have no weird cousin to dim that off."

Trying to use depreciative humor didn’t seem to get to Potter, maybe because he couldn’t see Draco’s face laughing it off. He had gotten quite good over the years.

"How could you be the family disappointment. You got the best grade and remarks, you’re basically every rich parents dream kid."

"Yeah that’s what I thought too, right ?... I thought that I would go back home and be congratulated or something, I mean I did get some of the best rank right ? But what are best rank when your friends are not ‘good company’ huh ? And when your clothes doesn’t reflect your seriousness enough, I mean who would hire me in these right ? Not like I came home to have dinner not an interview. Oh and sit straight will you, I taught you better, don’t embarrass me. We have guests Draco, is that really how you want to represent the Malfoy name ? And-"

"Breath a bit."

Potter’s voice was calm and strangely soothing. Draco hadn’t felt his blood pumping so hard until Potter made his heart stretch.

"The thing is... I do everything right but it’s never right enough. My father keeps talking about me like I’m just a display for the family name. I cant even think of doing other things that my whole life is already being pushed down my throat ! I don’t even know if I really want to do what I do ? Maybe I just convinced myself that’s what I want to do ? What if I understand I’m ruining my life when they’re already old and senile and I can’t make them pay for it huh ? Is it my fault they only fucked once and now they only have one shot for their brand of whatever ? Is it so hard to let me live as just ... someone ? Am I not enough just being my own ? "

Potter´s hand was still on his cheek and as everything fell into silence again, Draco felt overly conscious of their proximity. Heart clenching, he tried to not dwell on the words he just said, looking for some other depreciative humor ; he hadn’t plan to open to Potter. They never did this.

"Did you tell them that ?"

"I-", Draco let his lips hang open, slightly taken aback by Potter’s empathy and what felt like concern in his tone. "I did but... I feel like they never listen to what I say, I’ve been saying the same things for years. They say they’re scared for my future and just wants what’s best, but the truth is that they just don’t trust me and now I don’t trust myself either when I shouldn’t. " he bit his mouth over the bitter feeling.

"... I think you’re doing good."

"What do you know..." Draco sniffed, he could feel uneasiness coming from Potter and honestly he felt already bad enough from spilling his gut here he didn’t want some colored sappy moral or whatever. "If you’re going to tell me some sappy shit-"

"No I mean," Potter put his hands over Draco’s wrist so that he wouldn’t go away. And even in the darkness, Draco could feel his gaze’s intensity on him. "You look like, you’re... you just seem like you’ve got everything figured it out, like everything’s gonna work out for you in the end and... even if you feel like you want to change when you’re old, you’re the kind of person that’ll find something else and be great at it."

Draco could feel Potter’s pulse stirring over his touch and he didn’t know what to make of it.

"...You suck at sappy-inspirational speech, let me tell you."

"I mean... fuck if your parent don’t see it, you’re always doing your best and trying hard and giving it your all and... Whatever you decide to do with it you’re gonna be great at it... Even if you don’t really know what you want to do now, it’s ok, I mean... nobody does... know what they’re doing really. You don’t really need to know right away, you can... just keep doing for now until you know better..."

Although Potter seemed very thoughtful about what he said, Draco couldn’t help the awkward chuckle that escaped his lips.

"Hey, I’m serious you know !", even over his voice, Draco could hear Potter blush over embarrassment.

"I know this is why it’s weird !" Draco tried to untie his wrist from Potter’s grasp.

"Would you have wanted me to mock you or something !"

"N-no but now I’m confused ! If you’d mocked me I would have punched you and it would have been fine but now I don’t know what to do !"

"Then don’t reject me for once !"

Over their bickering, the blanket felt from over them but Potter didn’t let go of Draco’s wrist.

"You think I’m great ?"

"I’ll deny it for the record." he muttered and Draco could see him averting his beautiful eyes.

"Say it again."

When Potter’s eyes moved on Draco’s again, they held a burning purpose, and he couldn’t avoid his gaze if he wanted to. Potter’s beautiful eyes had him holding his breath but not wavering, even when he felt Potter’s breath over his lips.

He didn’t wonder who got over the last cm as their lips touched each other very softly, barely even, feeling unreal.

"Can I ?" Potter’s murmur ghosted over Draco’s lips.

On impulse, Draco wrapped his arms over Potter and squeezed very tightly. He had been so close all evening and all his life, and he couldn’t contain his feelings any more second. All the places in contact with Potter felt like they were burning the sensation into his skin, so that he would never forget what he’d been longing for so long. And as the kiss deepened, hands caressing softly through hair and clothes, Draco finally finally felt belonging.

As a ray of pale sun made its way on his face, Draco awoke feeling bundled in an infinite source of warmth and safety. He could barely move but he didn’t want to. Ever.

He might have fallen asleep again a few times before he felt some shifting around him.

The moment he turned around, he came nose bopping with Potter’s ; who opened beautiful green eyes and gave soft and embarrassed smile that Draco returned. He felt on cloud nine and the soft embrace he was in, not disappearing as they woke up, was the best part.

"Happy Christmas," Potter whispers against his lips.

“It’s happy now...”, Draco kisses him softly and they might just spend the rest of the day that way.

[kcookendrick]

Hurt That I’m Hurting You

Who: Anna Kendrick and Adam Levine @hfamelevine

When: June 15th, 2018 

Summary: A few days before his accident, Anna and Adam get into yet another big fight about things that almost lead them to an actual break up 

Other Mentions: James Valentine {{not tagged}} 

Adam: “I really have nothing to say to you.” He says back now, shaking his head. “To be honest, I don’t even know why I’m calling. Obviously that’s a habit that I need to learn how to break.”

Anna: Anna looked at him through the little square on her phone and her eyes widened "Are you fucking kidding me?" She snapped

Adam: “What!” He says, throwing his free hand up in the air for a moment in defense. “You can’t handle me being blunt now?”

Anna: "I was just trying to fucking help you last night, I don't get why you're so pissed off at me." Anna said

Adam: “You do this every time I want to go out!” He snaps again, not bothering to make himself comfortable on the bed except for laying back against the headboard of the bed itself, still staring at her through the phone. “You /knew/ I was going to that party, and /you/ decided not to go with me. Don’t /fucking/ tell me that I shouldn’t drink when you have no problem doing it yourself all the time!”

Anna: When he snaps at her, she just lets him because at this point Anna knew this was going to be yet another bad fight. "I decided not to fucking go with you, because your mom just fucking fired out that I might not be able to have kids!" It was her turn to snap, she took a breath and got all choked up "I don't dot it /all/ the time Adam, fuck off."

Anna: figured*

Adam: “So you’re gonna sit in the house all the time now instead of coming face to face with shit? You’re just gonna let it eat away at you? Pretty funny, considering you told me that same shit when it came to me being upset about Christina’s anniversary, and I ask you to come out with me to try and have fun for a night and you do t want to. Right. Sorry.” His attitude doesn’t waver, and when he hears her last words, his expression hardens. “Fuck you, Anna.”

Adam: don’t*

Anna: "Do you know how fucking hard this is for me?" Anna questioned, and then swallowed deep "Right now, Im not in the mood to go out and have fun. Right now, I just want to say home as much as a I can and relax before my schedule gets fucking intense." She said, feeling the fresh water form in her eyes "Wow, second time you told me to go fuck myself, that's nice."

Adam: “It’s hard for me /too!” He’s yelling now, and as he runs his hand through his hair, over his head, he’s surprised that no one had come in to the back room to make sure everything was okay. However, he wouldn’t count that out, knowing his band mates. As he stays quiet again, a smirk that’s one of discontent is moving across his lips as he shakes his head. “Break up with me then. Just fucking end it.”

Anna: "I don't know how to fucking terms with this yet, so yeah I drink about it sometimes. I don't know how to accept the fact that I might not be able to fucking have kids with you." Taking a breath now, she closes her eyes to stop the fresh water from forming. Shaking her head at Adam's words, she gets all choked up again "Can you just fucking stop, please. Fucking stop. Im not going to fucking brake up with you."

Anna: come to terms with this yet*

Adam: “So you just decide to take it out on me whenever I drink while you get to be a hypocrite and do it yourself. Right, there’s where that word makes sense.” He feigns his thoughts like he’s pondering over the previous night, at least on what he can remember from his completely drunk and delirious state. “You should.”

Anna: "I'm not taking it out on you." Anna said, sighing "I get worried when you drink because I don't want a phone call telling me you wrapped your car around a fucking pole!" She snapped, and chewed her lips "Stop." Anna said firmly, and looked t him through the little square

Adam: “I don’t /fucking/...” His anger is bubbling at her words, appalled almost to think that he would be stupid enough to get behind the wheel of a car when he was drunk. He never had, he never would, and he sure as hell wasn’t going to start to. “I don’t /fucking/ get into /any/ cars when I’m drunk. I’m not a fucking idiot!” He snaps back again. “I have a fucking daughter, who I love with my entire being, and /you/! Do you really think i’m that fucking stupid!” He continues to yell, staring back at her through the phone as he’s breathing somewhat angrily from how upset he had now been turning. “No.” He says back.

Anna: Maybe she shouldn't of said that, and the actress never thought he was stupid. One bad move with alcohol, and you never know and that was what Anna was worried about the most when it came to him and drinking. When he couldn't even open up the fridge that one night, Anna was worried. "I never implied that you were stupid enough to do that Adam, one bad move with alcohol in your system and you never know, and that worries me." Taking a breath, she could feel the tears falling down her face now and realized this /was/ the second worst fight theyve had, and to be honest Anna couldn't even remember what they were fighting about "Do /you/ want me to fucking brake up with you? Is that what you want?" Anna questioned, now upset and looked at him "Do you want fucking space?" She asked "Cause if we need to get back on the topic where you need space from me, then just...." Stopping herself, Anna turned away for a few moments to control the tears and then looked back at him "I'm sorry that I'm fucking worried about you, alright, won't happen again."

Adam: He loved her--he had fallen so far in love with her over the last couple of months that he had become so happy with the fact that she had walked into his life despite the circumstances that came with how they fell in love with one another. However, this implications were what made him angry, and while she had every right to do so and be this way, he hated that it couldn't be the same way if and when it ever came to her when she was drinking too. He hated that out of all things, /this/ is what they were fighting about. "I'm sorry, but apparently you think I'm stupid enough to put my life in danger and leave my almost two year old daughter without a /father/ by getting behind the wheel of a car wasted. Did I leave when I got drunk like that a few weeks ago? Did I tell you I was gonna go and do something stupid? /No/, I stayed there and went to bed. Yeah, it can be a bad mood, but I would /never/ do that, drunk or not. If I remember correctly, /you're/ the one who got drunk and then drove over to my house while my fucking daughter was asleep upstairs. I would /never/ do that. I even /told/ you that you shouldn't have done it, and you didn't listen to me." As he looks away, it's her asking about breaking up and space that sends him over the edge. His expression is still hardened, and he's looking back at her now. "Really?" His mouth is opening to continue speaking, but he's launched out his thought process when he hears the curtain to the back room being pulled, and he turns his head. "Everything okay, man?" James asked, and Adam cleared his throat slightly, letting out a small breath. "Yeah...yeah, everything's fine. I was just about to get off the phone."

Adam: move*

Anna: She was scared, she was scared that /this/ would be the fight that ended them and Anna didn't want that. Maybe she should've kept her mouth shut, or maybe she should've gone to Chris's party with him. Ever since Anna found out she might not be able to have kids, the actress really wasn't able to think straight but then again the women never thinks before she speaks. Taking a breath, Anna wanted nothing more than to just rewind a few nights ago and go to Chris's party with him. "I know," She said, and felt herself get choked up "I'm sorry" There she goes again, apologizing and Anna knew this time she actually was supposed to. Shaking her head now, Anna became upset and she could feel the tears rolling down her face again "I did that once, and I wasn't even that wasted Adam." She said holding in a breath, and then letting it out. "I don't know Adam, we were doing good with the whole not fighting thing and here we are jumping down each other's throats again." Swallowing hard, Anna looked at him when she realized James had walked in, and she turned away for a few moments while crying silently to herself and then looked back up "I love you Adam, I'm so in love with you but when you drink I get so fucking worried that I drive myself crazy and I'm sorry."

Adam: "You sure? Heard the yellin' and wanted to make sure you were alright." He says, and while Adam is still looking away, he's fighting the fact that he's on the verge of tears himself. Putting the phone down on the bed beside him, he clears his throat once more to try and rid of the feeling of crying. "Yeah, yeah. No worries, man. I'm good. Thanks though. I'll be back out front in a minute, let's play NBA2K or something." James throws Adam a smile at the thought and then nods as he lets go of the curtain and heads back up front. Sighing, Adam picks up the phone and looks back at Anna, letting her talk. Shaking his head, he sighs and runs a hand through his hair. "I have to go," He says, suddenly. "I need to call Behati. She came to the show with Dusty and I need to make sure they got on their plane safe."

Anna: When he puts the phone down, the little square went to black and Anna still had tears falling down her face while she heard Adam and James talking to one another. Once he picks it back up, Anna looked at him and then chewed her lips when he mentioned that Behati went to the show. She couldn't even say anything, she was all choked up and a complete mess. With her lips quivering, Anna looked at him with tears in her eyes

Adam: He didn't know what to do, didn't know if he should have said anything, or even if he should have told Anna not to cry. Instead, all he does in that moment after he finishes talking is just look at her. He stares at her, breath still somewhat heavy from the fact that he had been angry and upset over this call in it's entirety. "...Bye Anna," He says, quietly.

[thedappleddragon]

ok time for 2 days worth of journaling

yesterday I discovered that if I take half of a mini bagel (because the store was out of bagel things), put on cream cheese and a slice of salami, you can make a pretty good bagel bite. I talked with my dad for a while about college things when he came home from work and brought groceries. I also made a frozen chicken Laredo pasta thing for dinner and ended up sharing it with my mom. dad and I shared ideas for what to add to it next time to make it better. I started with chopping up spinach, because I know it shrinks a bunch and is easy to hide in stuff. I want to try adding a little salt, maybe some garlic and onion, parmesan cheese, more greens, a bunch of stuff. idk. I like pretending to be a chef. but I talked with my ad about what kind of stuff I'll need for college, and how I'll probably need to buy real clothes and makeup so I dont look like a goblin who’s been existing solely in basketball shorts and pajama pants for the past year in quarantine.that;s why I made that post last night about fun girly sleepover or simple-ass makeup tutorial. I tried washing my face with an Olay soap bar, and it left my skin feeling nice but idk how good/bad it actually is for your face since its meant to be a body bar. I real online that a plain dove bar is actually pretty damn good for your face, but Olay was the only thing I had on hand. whatever. i played a bunch of stardew valley as well

I slept like shit last night, waking up at like 4 am and all mr dreams being shades of muted grey and brown and broken up into blocks, idk. I've been having weird abstract dreams and sleeping like shit for the past couple days. I think that's partially what cause my head to spin all afternoon. whenever I moved my head, it felt like my ghost was lagging behind my body if that makes sense. it sucked but got better when I moved around. I had my dad bring me water and Tylenol and then come back a second time to light my candle because he smelled like cigarettes and left the smell in my room. but I realized it was April fools day when I woke up, and contemplated how I was gonna prank my friends. I didnt come up with anything until my sister sent a picture of a crashed white Volvo, saying she failed her driving test. when my mom showed me I didnt believe her for a second, and folded over laughing when my mom was concerned about if it was real or not. I stole that joke and showed it to my 2 friend groups, with panicked misspelled texts to go with it for *authenticity* lmao. both groups fell for it at first, but band friends taking longer to catch on so I had to tell them it was a prank. my gamer friend in the other chat caught me almost IMMEDIATLY with reverse google image searching. but I laughed my ass off for a while either way. I didnt play any stardew today but I did play a little Webkinz. when my sister came back from her driving test, my dad brought home Dairy Queen blizzards and mentioned getting a nice-is dinner takeout :) unfortunately I waited forever for him to bring home food and it never happened. so my sister and I went through the mcdonalds drive through and got served by this absolutely DELIGHTFUL middle aged man who was very nice and funny and I told him she just got her license today. we went home and ate in my sisters room and watched John mulaney’s new in town. I had never actually watched the full special, but through Tumblr memes and a million animatics, I had pretty much seen everything. I had fun tho. we got regular chicken sandwiches when we porobably should have gotten the deluxe ones with lettuce and tomato and source or just gone to Wendy’s. tbh Wendy’s is SO MUCH FUCNKIN BETTER. and the mcdonalds was more expensive than I thought it would be. whatever. if we had gone to Wendy’s, sure we would have gotten better burgers, but we wouldn't have seen that deightful man. anyway earlier today I gave my cat some catnip and she was really cute about it. do cats drool more when they’re high? cuz damn it sure felt like it when she was mashing her face into my hand.  for lunch I made a different pasta thing, this time shrimp lomeign. I added spinach and broccoli, which I'm going to do for now and forever because it SLAPPED but my mom was acting like a child, saying broccoli is gross. she had me make spaghetti and proceeded to eat 3 or 4 bowls. I had a couple and went to my room. I realize that I'm typing all this shit WAYYYYY out of order, sorry to me reading back in the future or anyone who bothers to read these. tbh why would you. I hope people dont have my talk tag blocked (thanks for coming to my ted talk) and instead have 2021 daily blocked if they dont want to see these. I still make funny posts sometimes!! that’s also what I tag my art with!! but neither of those people would be able to read this anyway so I'm just preaching to the choir. anyway you’ll be happy to know that my head is no longer spinning, my teeth are nice and clean, I've got my comfy socks and pajama pants on, and I’m ready for bed. eventually. it’s not even midnight yet lmao. I guess I can mention this morning when my cat yelled at me asking to go outside, but it was literally FREEZING and im 100% sure I saw some snowflakes while I was out there for a couple minutes. she got so cold she climbed up on my lap as I was wrapped in my childhood sleeping bag I found in the laundry room. I breathed warm air on her and sat out there for another minute or so, mostly insulated by the sleeping bag, but carried her inside eventually. I didnt want to have to deal with that shit. tbh even tho I just had mcdonalds and it’s almost midnight and I've already brushed my teeth, I'm still a little bit hungry. but I dont know it’s that’s just because I'm lying down and your body takes a little while to tell you when you’re full, or if it’s because I waited for SO LONG waiting for city barbecue or bento cafe that just a burger and fries wasn't enough to cut it. well I'll just sleep it off anyway. you know what’s really cute? my cat laid on my lap and rested her chin on my hand as I typed :) I love her

[randisnotonfire-blog]

Summer Time Sadness Pt.1 Peter Parker X Stark!Reader

Summary: When Tony Stark, Y/n’s dad, sends Y/n off to her first day at Midtown High she meets someone she didn’t expect. Peter Parker. She only remembers him when she would sometimes see him in the Tower but that was it. Soon enough Peter falls for her personality but Liz Allan’s looks also capture Peter turning both Y/n and Liz into a love interest. But what could happen, I mean Y/n is like Peter’s best friend! But it is no lie that most people know there is a spark happening in their friendship.

Warnings: Fluff,cursing

Requested: Nope :( Also dm me if you want to be apart of my smol tag list or dm me if you want to request a fan fic. Requests are almost ALWAYS open 

A/n: aaayyyeee here I am with the fan fic I promised to post, were the teasers good? let me know in the comments. Give this a note or reblog to show your love for my blog, show this to how ever you would like to help me out with more fans for that LOVELY face reveal at 100 fans. Since we are at 77 followers :D and also please don’t be mad or think I am being unfair if you don’t make it to my top fans list. I love you all individually you are unique like snowflakes. So thanks I love you all for the 5th time of saying this. Also I think this might be one of my longest fan fics that I ever wrote lmao 

         You were nervous, you obviously were…I mean this was your first time attending Midtown High. I don’t get why Tony (Your dad) would send me to this school honestly.  I mean first of all this kid who Tony knows goes here, and second of all wouldn’t this mean horrible stuff could happen! Well whatever…It was time to face reality.

             You walked through the halls of Midtown high on your first day of school hating that you knew nobody ”Y/n!” You heard a kid obviously in the same grade as you, yell out your name. Shit shit shit. You turned around to see a curly brunette running towards you with a paper in his hand. You stopped walking so he could catch up to say whatever he had to. “Uhh do I know you?” You asked softly your voice slightly high from the reason of ‘WHO THE FUCK IS THIS’, “I-I’m Peter…Peter Parker” He looked down at the floor when he felt the blush creep on his face. “Oh?” you said as he looked up at you, “Tony..Er I mean your dad wanted me to give this to you” He said with his eyebrows furrowed when he saw the girl he knew before. Liz Allan. “Hello? What did he want to give me?” You asked as he looked back over at you. “You’re um schedule..You forgot it I guess…” He said as his voice lowered from seeing all the kids from seeing everyone he use to know in middle school. “Thanks” You smiled as you took the paper from him, “Hey look Peter has a girlfriend!” Flash called out as he ran and pushed your books onto the floor, “Asshole” You hissed at flash as you picked up your books and quickly picked up the paper that was for you. “Thanks again….Pete” You smiled as you walked off.

                  That day during lunch you actually had somewhere to sit, you sat at the same table Peter and Ned did. “The science teacher was being a dippy today” you commented which got a short laugh from Ned, “Seriously Y/n” Peter said as he moved his food around on his plate. You rolled your eyes playfully, “I mean he already gave us homework and a three page syllabus! Its stupid” You replied. “She is right” Ned said as he took a bite of his sandwich, it went quiet for a moment but thankfully Ned asked Peter something “Hey Peter? Do you want to hang out and build this new LEGO set I got?” Ned asked kind of loudly to get Peter’s attention. “I’m guessing you would like to go to my house to build it?” Peter diverted his attention to him. Ned nodded, “Do you guys mind if I help out with the LEGO set after school with you guys?” You asked wondering if it was a good idea to ask. Peter looked at Ned and Ned had the look of ‘What the actual fuck’. “Uh yeah sure..” Peter looked back over at you. You had a grin on your face, “Cool” You said. 

                       You appeared at the foot step of Peter’s apartment wearing ripped skinny jeans and a black shirt. You thought this was too much considering you just met him, and you were bringing over your backpack. You knocked on the door “coming!” You heard a older womens voice. ‘This could be his mom..’ You thought to yourself then the front door almost swung open to reveal a Women who appeared to be in her 30′s. “Hi is um Peter home yet?” you asked trying not to come off as being a rude person. “Yes he is in his room, the door should be open so its easier to find, By the way I’m May. I’m Peter’s aunt. Its nice to meet you, I’m afraid I didn’t catch your name sweetie?” May said, “Oh I’m Y/n” you smiled as you walked in and closed the door. You walked into Peter’s room to see just Ned sitting on his bunk bed. “Where’s Peter” You asked as you set down your book bag on the floor and closed the bedroom door, “I don’t know..But it seems like his Aunt May doesn’t know that he is out” You nodded and walked over to Ned. “His room is very messy” You commented as you started to help him assemble the LEGO set. 

                     The room had been quiet for about 5 minutes, except this was comfortable silence. You and Ned still had some small talk but then you were mainly startled when you heard a crash on the floor, you quickly looked over to where the noise was coming from, the window, “What the actual fuck” You said quietly when you got up from where you were sitting. Ned’s eyes widened when he looked over to see Peter in his Spider-Man suit by the window of his bedroom. “Ned who is that” You said softly when you looked over at Ned and raised a eyebrow. Peter got up from the floor and took off his mask, “Oh hell no” You said somewhat loudly when you saw Peter. The kid who is in the freaking SPIDER-MAN SUIT.  You were about to leave the room but Peter grabbed your wrist, “Please don’t tell anyone” Those deep pools of dark-cinnamon swirls in his soft doey eyes looked at you in a serious way. “Fine” You said then suddenly realized he had his hand on your wrist which caused you to jerk your hand away from his. “J-just let me change, then we can do whatever we had planned yesterday” He said as Ned sat down on Peter’s bed with you. Peter clicked on the iconic Spider button on the suit and it fell down to his ankles. You looked away just to avoid anything awkward happening, but Ned started to put together the LEGO set. You had a very light coral pink blush on your face. Ned got hungry halfway through building the set so he left Peter’s room to go find some food but got sucked into talking with May. 

                           “I’m sorry Y/n..I didn’t think it would be like this, you finding out me being freaking Spider-man like this..And your dad is the one and only Tony Stark so he would kill me if anything bad happened to you because you know me…” Peter said softly. The last part made you giggle slightly. “But you are kind of already in danger because Pepper insisted on adopting you if that makes sense but seriou-” Peter said but you cut him off “Its fine Pete” you smiled then Ned walked in and sat down in between both of you. You all got back to working, “So are you guys like dating?” Ned asked loudly, Peters eyes widened. “N-no” Peter said quickly as you just ignored the blush on his face. “OH” Ned said when he saw the blush on Peter’s face.        

hey guys! I know I said I would post-pone the series for another week but the hotel im staying at has wifi and the power hasn’t gone out yet because of hurricane Irma so like yeah

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[danvssomethingorother]

Start of Something More (P3)

P1 / P2

A03

Next part of my series for @yonduweek 

Being on the Elector was like nothing Rocket had ever experienced but to be fair all he had ever known were the four dark walls of his cages and the white blinding exterior of the hospital room walls.  

 Meredith had given him his own area right next to her and the captain’s room, he suspected this was gonna be the baby’s area before he had come aboard the ship. It had been packed with baby things but day by day, Kraglin, Meredith’s adopted son and Yondu’s right hand man (as they described him respectively), had moved it out and back into the happy couple’s area. Filling the already crowded space with more shit. Between Yondu’s collectibles and Meredith’s bad habit of bringing anything she was working on to bed with her, Rocket couldn’t tell you who was worse. And that wasn’t even counting the impressive collection of ‘cassette tapes’ and ‘records’ Meredith just had to have to blare her music all night long (at first the music graded against his nerves but their soothing melodies soon grew on him, helping him sleep peacefully without nightmares). Just that they were both gross humies who were meant to be. All humies were inherently gross though, so it was hard at times to understand who was compatible for who.

 He usually stayed to the vents staying out of the crews’ way, bunch of morons always fighting each other. Always having to touch and hug everyone, sleeping in gross piles, snuggled close to each other like animals. Always loud, yelling at each other, their booming laughs always echoing grading against Rocket’s nerves. And that wasn’t even mentioning their smell. Even Meredith, who probably smelt the best out of everyone on this ship, had this disgusting lingering scent on her. It was that perfume she used, the one that reminded her of home she chuckled to him. It was like a million flowers exploded onto the woman leaving a smoky residue on her that left a trail easy to find her anywhere on the ship. As much as he hated the smell, he found comfort in how easy she was to track down some days.

 She was the only one he could tolerate on this ship, nowhere near as disgusting or pitiful as the men on board. She reminded him of Lyla, the only creature he could say he cared about, calm and gentle, never losing her patience with him when he lashed out. He never got into fights with her like he did the others, never had to show his dominance to not be bothered. She just understood he liked his space and had promised him his own ship if he liked, he just needed to fix it up if he wanted it.

 That was something he could do. Something he had been created to do. She would hum softly along with her ‘Walkman’ as she helped him along with his project and he found it soothing. Everything about Meredith Quill was soothing. The kid she was carrying was one lucky little brat.  

 After he finished the last touches on his ship, Meredith came to him with a large smile that made him feel something he didn’t quite understand so he responded to it with his usual aggravated ‘what?”.  

 It was like the smiles Lyla gave him after a bad day, calm and patient, willing to listen to him vent. Meredith was the furthest thing away from resembling an otter but she had her own little quirks that matched with Lyla’s so well, Rocket sometimes just pretended she was his dead friend.

 “You did real good, kiddo, I’m proud.”  

 He snorted at her, giving her his smuggest smile asking her what the hell she expected without words.

 “I usually have to come clean up the engine after these idiots when they fix something up but you did a fine job.”

 “Well duh, I was genetically modified to the universe’s best pilot. This shit ain’t nothin’.”

 She gave him a sympathetic smile that reminded him so much of Lyla he wanted to scream at her to knock it off her face but didn’t react to that instinct not wanting to get an arrow through his head yelling at the captain’s baby mama.

 “You wanna test it out?”

 He gave her his cockiest smile, he would like nothing more than to do that. Gettin’ away from this ship full of all these losers was exactly what he wanted and hey might as well bring along the only half way decent person on this ship.

 He didn’t even give Meredith a chance to fully buckle in and had the entire crew scrambling to open to the hangar bay and enact the safety procedures before he bust a hole in the wall and sent them all to their deaths.

 “Slow it down buddy, I don’t think JR can handle this speed, don’t want him joining us out in the middle of nowhere like this, do ya?”

 “You gotta tell me, why Yondu? You only stay with the big blue idiot because ya got a baby with him?”  

She smiled at that, finally clicking her safety belt into place and rolled her eyes, shaking her head in the most mom way possible that made Rocket scowl at her.

 “You and Yondu would probably get along better if ya got to know each other better. Ya have more in common then yer willing to admit.”

 Rocket doubted that. Him and Yondu couldn’t be in the same room as each other without getting into an argument, he highly highly doubted they had anything in common.

 “Ya seem like a respectable girl, I’m sure ya coulda done a lot better then big, blue, loud and stupid.”

 “Ya, that’s Yondu alright,” she laughed, “Ya know yer the first person to come into this place that weren’t tryin’ to rob him.”

 Rocket just gave her a look, steering around an asteroid making Meredith choke on her laugh and rub her stomach, quietly shushing her unborn son.

 “It’s damn true. I knew I was keepin’ Kraglin when this tiny little hot headed Xandarian orphan just hot wired his ship and decided to take it for a joy ride. Yondu wanted ta kill this kid when he got his hands on him but I knew I had to have ‘im. Reminded me so much of the time I met Yondu, I was tryin’ to steal his damn ship too.”

 “That why Yondu don’t like the bean pole?”

 Meredith sobered up and gave Rocket a look, “He loves him but Yondu ain’t good at showin’ emotion. Took him five years to admit we was dating and not just his first mate or that girl he picked up on Terra.”

 “He cares about ya too, Rock. I know ya want to leave but we want ya to stay,” Rocket felt something snap inside him when he felt her hand gently touch his shoulder and he let out all his anger out on her.

 He would have bit her if she didn’t pull away fast enough like she did.

 “You don’t care, ya just pity me! I can do better without you and your band of blood thirsty ass holes! I don’t need you!”

 As soon as the words left his mouth he felt bad but he didn’t take them back, he just let them fly in silence back to the elector and stormed off before she could leave.

 He lay away that night anger growing hearing Meredith telling Yondu how worried she was about him. Yondu responded with indifference making him angrier.

 He didn’t know what he hated more, that woman’s pity or that man’s almost boredom about his problems.  

 He didn’t leave his space much after that deciding he was leaving once they reached Know where but Peter Quill’s arrival put a stop to that plan.

 ---

 Peter Udonta-Quill was born a few jumps from Know where, the place they needed to be, on a shit hole Xandarian colony. It didn’t have much on it except a few Inns, farm land that stretched for miles and one hospital but it would do. It was cleaner than a baby being born on a ship like the Elector and less stressful for the mom to be left alone then surrounded by the idiots who set up their own betting pool for what time he would enter the universe and the on going bet on what his name would ultimately be.

 Rocket had tagged along with Kraglin when he said he was heading to the hospital, not liking the idea of being in a place like that again but thinking it would be better than staying on board the ship and killing half the crew.

 Kraglin was nervous and he expressed that by talking non stop on the walk there. He talked about the rain this colony was known for a lot. Repeating over and over his fun fact that their atmosphere machine was off and that’s what caused it to rain so much. He talked about all the fruit they should buy in bulk as they trudged through the mud and he looked at every stall on the side of the road. Rocket ground his teeth reminding himself Kraglin was only 18 and his surrogate mother was in the middle of labor right now and it was still possible for her to die while bringing his adopted brother into the universe.

 They arrived at the hospital soaked to the bone and Kraglin’s teeth were clattering loudly making several nurses glare at him for making so much noise, his hello was also more loud then he intended it to be.

 Yondu shot a smug smile over to them and gestured with his head for them to come join him in his area of the waiting room. Rocket noted that no one was sitting in this area, some wanting to stand on the far end of the waiting area then sit anywhere near the Centurian who wore his ravager colors with pride.

 “The idiots kill anyone yet?”

 “Not yet, Cap’n, they are getting good and drunk though…”

 “Sooo we probably want to stay in an Inn when they kick us out of here?”

 “That would be wise for a few days sir. They are restless right now and the ship probably isn’t a good place for baby Peter and ma for a few days.”

 “I still can’t believe she wants to name him that, Rocket the Second is a much better name…”

 “I tried to get Yondu JR and I didn’t get it,” Yondu sneered Rocket’s way, “ the boy ain’t gettin’ your name sake either.”

 They settled into an uncomfortable silence until the nurse came to Yondu and announced his son had been born and both he and mom were healthy. Kraglin begged to go see them first and it was surprising to Rocket that Mr. Big Bad I get what I want, Yondu Udonta, let him see his family first.

 “So Rat, Mer says you want to leave us on Know Where.”

 “Yeah, that’s the plan. I’m tired of you humies always annoying me and want to go into stuff on my own.”

 “Like what?”

 “Bounty hunting.”

 “On yer own? That’s mighty stupid of ya kid.”  

 The calm and collected persona Rocket was sporting melted by the captain’s shrug. He snarled moving right into the man’s face and snarled.

 “What the hell do ya know Udonta?”  

 The only ones getting nervous were the nurses glancing over at their little corner, Yondu, much to Rocket’s growing anger remained cool. He didn’t seem to care he was facing a fight in a hospital, he seemed to relish the opportunity with his smuggest smile.

 “More than ya do. Yer an idiot just running off on yer own like that. It don’t make you braver or better then us running off, it will just make ya alone and vulnerable.”  

 As far as Yondu seemed to be concerned he was giving him solid facts, nothing worth arguing about. Acting like he was just pointing out Rocket’s ship was out of fuel instead of telling Rocket straight up he was an idiot and wrong. Rocket hated humies telling him he was wrong. Anything from the crew telling him how it was gonna be or the doctors telling him whatever he said was wrong and they were always the right ones. Yondu Udonta always walked the line of sounding exactly like them making Rocket want to throw down with him more.

 “I’ll tell ya exactly what will happen to ya without a clan to call yer own. You’ll be vulnerable for any slaver to come along and put you in a bad place. You’ll be all alone, stuck in another cage surrounded by strangers who won’t give a shit if’n ya are sentient and it will be yer own fault.”  

 “Who the fuck do---”

 “I’m tellin’ ya from experience ya idiot,” Yondu hissed pushing him out of his face and down into a chair next to him, sending a brief smile to a terrified nurse before turning his sharpest glare Rocket’s way.

 “Ya think ya are all bad and can handle anything on yer own but yer stupid if ya really think of it that way. Go on and leave if’n ya want. See how far ya get. No one will respect you without any connections. You are nothing but animal out there but here with us, ya got a crew that will watch yer back until ya get a connection to call yer own and ya can get people ta listen and see ya as a threat and not just some rat they can over power. Kill. Maybe cage and only make ya wish ya were dead.”

 Rocket became quiet after that, he could keep arguing with the captain but all he would be doing was digging his own grave. He was right go damn it. The blue idiot was right. He felt like screaming. God…he felt like crying. He did neither, just sitting there staring off into nothing.

 He flinched feeling Yondu pat him on the head. He wanted to knock his hand away but it felt oddly comforting so he leaned into it.

 “Stay, Rat. If’n ya never listen to me again, fine but take these words to heart. Ya ain’t no good on yer own and suffering and dying because of yer own stupidity will only upset Mer and I’ll never hear the end of it.”

 Rocket didn’t respond to that, he just scowled and pouted knowing the captain was right.

 Kraglin came back several minutes later yelling for them to come see the baby, causing every nurse to turn and glare at him.

 Walking into Meredith’s room, she beckoned Rocket over first and demanded he hold the baby. He scowled but complied sitting next to her and letting her help him hold the child.

 He was the ugliest humie he had ever seen. Nothing about Peter Quill was appealing. Not his scrunched face, not how overly pink he was (reminding Rocket a little too much of the Kree) and definitely not his smell.

 Yet, Rocket felt something tug at his heart as the baby ran his fist over his fur and Meredith cooing he liked him. Somehow he smiled when the baby was passed to Yondu and he began screaming bloody murder until he was next to him again, making those god awful noises moving his tiny, fragile fist over his check. Something made him want to start crying as the baby only wanted to settle on him, making a fuss whenever any else would try to take him.

 That weird, unusual feeling making him stay close to him while everyone else passed out days later in the Inn they were staying at. Holding him close and letting him pet him, letting Peter spit up on him and not even complaining when no one else was around to see.

 He would never say it out loud and he would complain louder about the little humie then anyone….

 But he knew in his heart this was his humie and he was gonna protect even if it got him killed.

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If its Meant to Be

Prompt: Dean Winchester X Reader 

Words: 3,100

Warnings: Bit angsty and feely

A/N: OH LOOK I WROTE SOMETHING. Yea kinda my goal to try and get one story out a week possibly two if I can. 

Tags: @hymnofthevalkyries @mylittlefandomfanfictions @angryschnauzer @hellomissmabel @kittenofdoomage @feelmyroarrrr

You both needed each other. You needed him like the air you breathed but you knew it was more like he needed you like that whiskey bottle kept hidden in his bag. He was addicted to you but you knew how easily he could be cured of that addiction. You tried not to let it hurt you, it was still your bed he came back to bad hunt after bad hunt. You craved how his skin felt against yours, his calloused hands touched you like glass, those full lips against yours, the way he tasted, how he constantly left you wanting more, you had fallen unbelievably hard for this man. When he spent his days with you, it was natural how you two fit together not just int he bedroom but doing every day things when he had the time, before another hunt drove him away for however long till the next bad hunt.

Oh you tried going on with your life. Tried to have a normal life even, tried the whole dating game but right as you thought you had your life all together...you found that black Chevy impala parked in your driveway and spiraled back into what was safe what you had fallen in love with. It was a constant spiral leading your emotions all over the place, content when he was with you but alone....alone you were not happy. Something had to give and you knew how to make all this stop. 

He was leaving again packing his bag for the next hunt his brother had called him about. You were at the door he had just turned back to kiss you goodbye and you finally spoke your mind. 

“I wont keep doing this,” You spoke softly holding your hand at his chest keeping him from leaning forward. “I know you wont ever settle down and I’m never going to ask you to but I need something more stable than waiting by a phone praying I don’t get a phone call you are dead.....hoping I can see you again but....its fine when you are here, when you are here I feel normal but when you leave for weeks and months its always just enough for me to try and move on with my life then you show up again. I cant keep being your healing place when I’m the one breaking apart and trying to piece myself back together. No more, I’m your friend and I always will be but I cant keep doing this, we cant keep doing this to each other cause its not ok Dean,” You added finally looking up to him. The hurt in his eyes, you were ready for it...you thought so anyways. He nodded trying to fumble for words you could see him already trying to run as you grabbed his hand. “That doesn't mean you can be a stranger around here ok? Dean I still love you as much as you don’t want to hear it that wont ever change I just cant be your secret lover anymore ok?” You said to him softly. He gave you a half smile, it wasnt ok you knew that smile he was trying to keep it together for you anyways and failing miserably. 

“Yea....Yea sweetheart ill make sure to call and stop by,” He sighed pulling you into a hug. He held on tight for all the world you were slipping away, you hugged back just as tight trying to reassure him you weren’t leaving. 

“You better or I’ll pester you and Sam to death,” You laughed smiling up to him. He leaned in kissing your lips with a soft peck before letting you go. 

“Ill see you around then huh?” Dean smiled before getting in baby starting the engine and driving off. Well....that could have gone worse....you sighed out heading back inside. 

You waited for him to call that night but no like true Dean fashion nothing. You weren’t worried it wasn’t a new thing. Week past with no word and again you didn’t worry, you needed to stop worrying so put it behind you. After a month you finally couldn’t help yourself and you sent him a text message. Days went by still not response, you tried again...and again it went unanswered. You tried messaging Sam just to make sure everyone was alive and well...but again no response. Now now you were making yourself sick with worry, hardly eating nauseous when you did eat and tired all the time, emotions were wrecking you. Checking your phone every minute and the longer with no messages the more your stomach churned with anxiety. Finally you called you dialed Dean but....then you understood why you couldn’t get a hold of him...he had changed his number...Sam to. Well....this was not what you wanted, maybe not quite this drastic now you had no Dean at all in your life and it felt like a giant part of you was now missing. 

4 years later

“Will you just call her? You still have her number memorized I know you do, just call her she still probably lives here,” Sam said as he looked out the window. While he had never been here he had heard a lot about it. “Dean-”

“Absolutely not Sam now back off....we are here about a ghost and that’s it,” Dean scolded at his younger brother and thankfully that hunt was on the other side of town...well away from where SHE lived if she still even lived here. They stopped at the motel getting a room and dropping their stuff off. “Im going to get food what do you want?” Dean asked as he was just trying to keep busy until Sam found where ever this house was. 

“Whatever is fine tonight, ill get on the news websites and see if I can find it better,” Sam added but secretly was hoping Dean was going to see her. Dean was not OK with out her even Sam had picked up on that the second they had broke things off. Even worse it wasnt until a few weeks ago Sam realized Dean had changed both their numbers so any hopes of her contacting them were dashed. That wasnt ok with Sam at all just because Dean has sworn her off didnt mean he had the right to do that to Sam....also their may or may not be a ghost here either....he was just trying to have not such a moody Dean back. The bottle didnt do him well, neither did him trying to sleep around and it only ending in disaster most nights, Dean needed her plain and simple. 

Dean drove past her old house, four years...no way she was still there. Sure enough a different car sat in the driveway, fresh coat of paint over the house, looked like a new family had moved in...good he was happy she had moved on. Part of him had hoped to see her car in the drive but he was glad he didn’t. He lingered in front of her house no longer than he had to before heading off to the store, might as well grab some beer. He grabbed a small shopping cart  walking through the aisle grabbing a few things for Sam and a few things for himself. He got to the beer looking through for something. He smiled as he spotted a brand made locally....it was one she always liked and he grew fond of as well. 

“Natalie....Natalie get back here.... we just got here I cant even look for three seconds!” Dean vaguely heard someone complaining from an aisle over before he felt something by his leg. He looked down spotting a small girl as she giggled and moved hiding behind his legs, Dean was half amused by her as he heard her name called again. 

“I assume you are Natalie huh?” Dean smiled as the small girl looked up smile bright on her face. Dean froze shocked as he looked at her. Bright green eyes looked back at him, freckles adored her face, and she had curly hair but every bit the same color as hers. 

“Natalie there you are, I am so sorry,” Dean looked up expecting to see you but instead found someone else. 

“Hey dont worry about it she is adorable yours?” Dean smiled as the girl moved picking Natalie up. 

“No no I just baby sit for her mom when shes at work,” The girl smiled bouncing Natalie making her smile. “You are new around town what brings you here?” She asked. Flirting she was most diffidently flirting. 

“Just passing through, brother and I are staying at the motel just came by for something other than fast food,” Dean said as he picked up the six pack of local beer. 

“Good choice on that one Natalie’s mom works in the offices there good company, well have fun on your stay here,” She smiled walking away with Natalie who waived at him bye. Dean waived back but walked along making sure he hadnt forgot anything. He checked out and spotted that car from earlier that was parked in your driveway with the babysitter and Natalie loading a few things in the back. Dean’s blood ran cold, the girl was about the right age and that car...was the babysitters not yours. Dean quickly headed back to the motel slamming the door as he looked at Sam.

“DID YOU KNOW?!” Dean yelled out grabbing Sam by his shirt collar. 

“DEAN KNOW WHAT?!” Sam said aloud shocked. “Dean know what I don’t even know what you are talking about!”

“Y/N did you know about a kid?!” Dean added angry. 

“Kid? Dean what are you talking about you are not making sense I don’t even know if she lives here anymore?” Sam added and Dean let him go. “Dude tell me what happened?” Sam asked trying to piece together. Dean sighed out as he sat on his bed starting to go over what happened. Sam sat quietly trying to process it all. 

“Well guess the only way to find out is to go and see her,” Sam added as Dean sat there quietly. Sam also rolled up the magazine on his table before whacking his brother on the shoulder multiple times. “Now get lost,” Sam said as she chased him out and shook his head. He didnt expect this happening but now he was mad at his brother.....he should have left Sam’s number alone. 

“Hey I’m home,” You yelled out and smiled as your daughter ran towards you and you picked her up kissing her cheek. “Were you good today?” You asked with a smile. 

“YEs....played hide and seek at store before sissy found me,” She laughed before you let he down and looked at the sitter. 

“Turned my back to grab the cereal she liked and poof she was quickly an aisle away,” The sitter laughed as she grabbed her things to head home. “We did however meet a very nice looking man right Nat?” Sitter smiled as Natalie nodded. “Cute guy too about yeh high, brown hair, freckles on his face and the pretties green eyes I think I’ve ever seen totally looks like your type too,” Sitter grinned before heading out the door. Your heart sank no way after all this time he would bother coming back but with Natalie saying she was hungry you didnt have time to think about it. 

Didnt take long before your daughter had eaten, bathed and was happily sleeping in bed. You sighed out finally sitting on the couch propping your feet up on the couch. Well....today certainly had been long. All you could hear was the quiet of your house, TV was off, no radio on, and your phone turned off for the night. The only sound that you could hear was the sound of an older engine, one you knew all too well. You groaned getting up off the couch and headed for the door opening just as he walked up the stairs. “Hey you,” You said softly to him as you leaned against your doorway. 

“Y/N...I...uh hi,” Dean smiled. Same old Dean but you didnt let him in like before. You just waited arms crossed looking at him you were not letting him off that easy right now. “Look I just need to know do you have a kid?” He asked not even trying to apologize just yet. “I saw a little girl earlier, right age, looked like you but had my eyes...do you have a child?” He asked again this time sincere. You let out a sigh, no point hiding it now you motioned for him to come in. Your house looked mostly the same few new furniture nothing yet he could see that you had a child. He followed you up the stairs, ones he knew so well even after all this time but instead of heading to your room you headed to the other one the door cracked just slightly. You leaned against the wall and nodded to him, he wanted the truth he would need to find out himself. Dean was looking from you to the door before hesitantly walking for it. You excused yourself quietly heading back downstairs letting him have his moment. Dean was nervous to open the door but he did. Natalie was sound asleep hugging a stuffed teddy bear while a night light lit up the room. Dean sat down gently on her bed his hand hesitating touching her. He looked to her night stand seeing a picture of you and him together. That was pretty solid evidence as his hand gently moved a strand of her curly hair out of her face. Dean looked up searching the door for you but you were no where to be found. He got back up and closed Natalie’s door quietly before heading downstairs finding you int he kitchen washing some dishes. “Why didn’t you tell me?” Dean asked. You set a plate down a bit forcefully as you whipped your head around to him. 

“Are you really going to ask me that Dean Winchester? You really going that way Mr. I changed my number OH AND my brothers number?” You said firmly to him. You were trying not to yell, you didn’t want to wake Natalie. “Don’t even go that route I was trying to tell you but like I know where you two live, Like i know anyone you both hang out with, NO because my only contacts to you are dead Dean and you conveniently didn’t bother leaving me a return address on anything you sent me years ago,” You added as you got back to the dishes. 

“Y/N...” Dean called your name softly. You turned around wiping your hands off. 

“What do you want me to say Dean? I didn’t know when you left I found out two months later when I thought it was my nerves and anxiety making me sick...no oh hell no turns out i was three months pregnant so as much as I wanted to forget you since you clearly decided to cut me off I couldn’t. Yes we were both careful you used protection I had birth control but clearly she was meant to be so I wasn’t going to stop her from coming into this world. I tried to for months but I wasn’t going to find you I knew that, you sure as hell knew that. What else do you want me to say, yea it was rough going through all this alone but here I am doing just fine.  Natalie starts daycare in about a month, I’m actually in a job I enjoy not sure what you want me to say. Did I miss you, yes was it hard trust me I cursed your name many times but i made it I don’t even know why you are back now,” You added arms crossed as you shook your head disapprovingly. “Knowing you its a hunt of some sort so I cant even try to act like im happy to have you back cause I’m not it was never to see us. You just happened to run into her Natalie with the sitter. I’m not here to try and trap you, yes we have a kid... but I don’t need anything from you and for now she doesn’t either,” You scolded again. Dean let you...he didn’t say a word as he looked down on the ground and you didn’t even have enough fight left in you to care. 

“Does she ask about me?” Dean asked softly. You threw the hand towel down and nodded. 

“Not all the time but she does...don’t think she fully understands yet she thinks just me is normal but I don’t lie to her Dean just say your away on business helping people and to a three year old good enough an answer,” You sighed out and finally he moved for you his hand moving taking yours from your arm gently into his. You let out a sigh, this was still Dean, the man you were still hopelessly in love with even as mad as you were. 

“Can I try?” Dean asked softly and you looked up at him a bit confused. “Can I try to make it up to the both of you?  I know I have  a lot to make up for with you, you know I’m shit with words so no matter what I’m going to say its not ever going to be enough but will you let me try?” Dean asked again softly his green eyes looking down at you. 

“I need some time Dean but its not out of the option can you give me that? Hang around maybe bring Sam around...have an actual phone to reach you at? Spend time with Natalie I want you in her life if you want to be in her life but don’t play this appear and disappear game with her like you did me ok?” You said looking up at him. He nodded a smile swept over his face, you could see the guilt too but would take awhile before you fully forgave him he wasn’t getting off that easy. 

“Yea....Yea I can do that....I don’t think Sam brought us here for a case anyways,” Dean laughed halfheartedly. “Come here,” he added pulling you in close and his arms wrapped around you. You sighed out taking in his scent again, the leather from his jacket, bit of salt, gunpowder, and lord knows what herbs from all the things they did. It was soothing your arms wrapped around him again. This wasn’t perfect, your poor emotions were numb right now but still this felt right. It may not have been how you wanted everything backwards but if it was meant to be who were you to stop it. 

[bvckst]

70 horrible questions

tagged by @kookno​

1. do you have a good relationship with your parents?

kind of. my dad and i are pretty close, and my mom and i used to be really distant, but we’re starting to get more in touch with each other. 

2. who did you last say “i love you” to?

i think either my grandmother or my best friend syd. 

3. do you regret anything?

yeah like every single decision i make. my life is nothing but second-guessing every action i take.

4.  are you insecure?

incredibly so.

5. what is your relationship status?

hopelessly single.

6. how do you want to die?

ok so this is going to sound really weird but my cousin and i have thought very deeply about this. we decided that we either want to become immortal (like technology evolves enough to make us live forever without getting old) or we want to die relatively young bc we don’t want to be old. that sounds really really bad but dude if we’re both immortal then we won’t be lonely.

7. what did you last eat?

raspberries.

8. played any sports?

yeah i used to play soccer and i was really good at it. 

9. do you bite your nails?

yes, to the point that they bleed, and it’s really annoying. 

10. when was your last physical fight?

in elementary school on the first day in T.A.G. class a girl kept teasing me and messing with me and stuff so i punched her in the stomach. 

11. do you like someone?

yeah but im p sure i don’t even register to her.

12. have you ever stayed up 48 hours?

yeah finals week b.

13. do you hate anyone at the moment?

yeah a lot of people i have this bad habit of disliking people at the drop of a hat. too cynical. 

14. do you miss someone?

yeah, my aunt moved really far away and we used to be super duper close.

15. have any pets?

yeah man two mastiffs ( gimli and daisy ) and two cats ( buddy and luna ) who are completely unrelated but have the exact same markings and are really hard to tell apart for strangers. 

16. how exactly are you feeling at the moment?

excited bc i’m hanging out with friends tomorrow. 

17. ever made out in the bathroom. 

never made out period mate. a little too far for me. 

18. are you scared of spiders?

i have a very hot and cold relationship with spiders. i understand that they are benign and i try to let them go their own way but if one happens to get too close or is a bit bigger than i’d like it to be i will not stop until it is gone. 

19. would you go back in time if you were given the chance?

i mean not forever bc the past doesn’t like gay people but for a brief period of time hells yeah ur talking to a major history nerd i couldn’t resist. 

20. where was the last place you snogged someone?

christ never. 

21. what are your plans for this weekend?

hanging out with friends and buying a swim suit. 

22. do you want to have kids? how many?

no not at all sorry dad but there are no kids in the future for me. 

23. do you have piercings? how many?

just my ears. 

24. what is/are/were your best subject(s)?

really all of them but my favorites are math and science. 

25. do you miss anyone from your past?

no i think i’ve moved on. 

26. what are you craving right now?

chick fil a.

27. have you ever broken someone’s heart?

a few times maybe, but one of them i don’t feel bad about bc he was stalking me.

28. have you ever been cheated on?

yeah in elementary school lmao. 

29. have you ever made a boyfriend/girlfriend cry?

idk probably i’m a shitting gf i think i don’t know not a lot of experience.

30. what’s irritating you right now?

my sister had her friend over and they were up until 5:30 in the morning shouting and they kept me up all fucking night and i would have slept in except my dad woke me up to check if i was still alive. 

31. does somebody love you?

i mean yeah like my friends and my family. def hate myself though. 

32. what is your favorite color?

ok legit i do not know this is a serious problem for me i like a lot of colors like blue and green and yellow i can’t decide on a favorite. 

33. do you have trust issues?

yes and no. i feel like a lot of people have ulterior motives bc i’ve been around a lot of people like that but i’m also willing to open up if i know it’ll help someone. 

34. who/what was your last dream about?

i dreamed that my grandmother was best friends with the chinese president. 

35. who was the last person you cried in front of?

idk i cry every fucking day i think i got in a fight with my dad and started crying bc i’m a crybaby. 

36. do you have out second chances too easily?

yeah i think so. i mean i’m still suspicious of the person but i allow them to try and make it up. 

37. is it easier to forgive or forget?

forget, i’m bad at forgiving so i try to just block it out. 

38. is this year the best year of your life?

yeah i think so. i’ve picked up a lot of the things i used to love, and i’m a lot happier than i used to be. 

39. how old were you when you had your first kiss?

i think i was it third grade and this kid we called vampire kid ( he bit people ) dragged me underneath a bush by my leg and forced me to kiss him. 

40. have you ever walked outside completely naked?

dude no wth.

51. favorite food?

pasta, chicken, potatoes, sushi. don’t make me choose. 

52. do you believe everything happens for a reason?

nahhh i don’t think so. i believe in science and science is random and meaningless but also patterns and meticulous. i think that everything is explainable but that doesn’t mean everything has a purpose. 

53. what is the last thing you did before you went to bed last night? 

watched blackfish for the 75th time.

54. is cheating ever okay?

nah b down with cheaters. 

55. are you mean?

i don’t think i’m mean, i’m somewhat brash and i like to tease but i’ve never intentionally tried to belittle someone or cause someone pain. plus i’d never have the courage to be mean to someone, i’m too scared of everything ever. 

56. how many people have you fist fought?

none i’m small. i have wrestled with my cousin skye though but i always lose. 

57. do you believe in true love?

nope i think you can love someone with all your heart and still it might not work out. love is someone you have to work for. 

58. favorite weather?

sunny and 65. 

59. do you like the snow?

yeah bc it means i get a snow day. 

60. do you wanna get married?

idk man like i don’t see a reason for it because i don’t think you need a piece of paper to validate your relationship but i do think that if you wanna get married that’s totally chill. 

61. is it cute when a boy/girl calls you baby?

platonically yeah, i love it. 

62. what makes you happy?

idk my friends, painting without reason, books, nature, the beach. a lot of simple things make me happy. 

63. would you change your name?

no i don’t like my name but it’s still MY name, and i don’t think any other name would fit me. 

64. would it be hard to kiss the last person you kissed?

we’re talking abt vamp boy so yeah, hella hard. 

65. your best friend of the opposite sex likes you, what do you do?

politely turn them down bc i’m gay. however this scenario wouldn’t ever happen bc my best friend of the opposite sex is also gay. 

66. do you have a friend of the opposite sex who you can act like your complete self around?

yeah several. i think i’m very much myself nowadays, i’m not as afraid to be myself as i used to be. 

67. who was the last person of the opposite sex you talked to?

my dad?

68. who’s the last person you had a deep conversation with? 

probably my grandmother talking we like to yell abt how much we hate trump. 

69. do you believe in soulmates?

no i think you can have deep connections with multiple people. 

70. is there anyone you would die for?

honestly i’m really scared of dying, but there are still a few people i would. especially my little sister, because i’m always worried about her. 

i tag @3cbx @tencafe @softheartae @overdevv @shinee-prism @namjoone @dreamscript @jeon-gguk @amartae

[chokememrstark]

A Dangerous Game

Chapter: 10/15

Words: 1593

Summary: Sam comes across a very interesting book that describes a ritual in which one can play a game with the Devil. His curiosity is sparked and even if he doesn’t think he will ever actually do it, Sam soon finds himself face to face with this very entity. Things take a very unpleasant turn, but despite that, Sam is going back, as if something pulls him towards Lucifer.

abuse, violence, bullying, black magic, no hunter!au, a lot of angst, a lot of hurt/little comfort

Note: Because I feel I need to add this: Dean is pretty much a complete asshole in this story, so if you’re uncomfortable with that you might want to reconsider reading it (or tell yourself he is completely ooc, fine with me too xD)

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Thanks to @sassysupernaturalsweetheart & @brieflymaximumprincess for their wonderful beta reading and keeping me company while writing this story ♥

Tagging: @spnyoucantkeepmedown @samlicker83  @wait-what5 (if you want to be tagged, just drop me an ask or contact me via IM)

As soon as Sam came back home, he took the little box out from under his bed and opened it. Inside laid the letter his mother had written for him when he had only been a few days old. His whole life he had treasured this piece of paper and anticipated the day he would finally be able to read it - and now he was about to burn the words she had directed at him, the only words he would ever have that were hers. He didn’t even know why, but he had accepted the dare…

“Don’t be mad at me mom,” Sam said and placed a kiss on the letter in his hands. “You said if I ever found what I am missing it would feel wrong and insane and that’s how this feels right now, so please forgive me. I hope I’m doing the right thing.”

He put the letter back into the box, closed it and carried it outside. In the tiny garden behind the house they lived in, Sam dug a small hole, in which he placed the box. He opened it again, took the letter out one last time and got his lighter.

“Please, let this not be a mistake,” he said and lit the letter.

Within seconds the letter was completely on fire and Sam dropped it back into the box to not burn himself. At first, only the letter burned, until suddenly the flames took over the whole box, creating a huge darting flame. It was so bright, Sam had to shield his eyes from the intensity of the light and when he dared to look again, all that was left of the box and letter was a small, gleaming pile of ashes. With a heavy heart, Sam covered the hole with the dirt next to it.

It was done, he had fulfilled the dare Lucifer gave him. Maybe one day Lucifer would tell him why he had chosen this dare, but he wasn’t sure if he wanted to know the answer to this. Right now, without any explanation, it felt like a kick in the guts.

Sam stood in the night for a few minutes, silently mourning the loss of something this precious. Eventually though, when he realized standing there wouldn’t change anything, he went back inside and crawled into his bed. He really wanted to try the summoning Lucifer told him about right this second, demanding an explanation, but he was too exhausted to even give it a try.

After a strangely dreamless night, Sam woke up rather refreshed. With a clear mind, he was really glad he didn’t summon Lucifer the night before. He had been way too emotional back then and he would have probably screwed it up anyways.

Sam wasn’t surprised that Dean and his dad were still asleep - they rarely got up before noon on the weekends - so he had his peace while preparing breakfast. The last week he didn’t have a proper breakfast, so it was very nice just sitting down with toasts, some scrambled eggs and a coffee, without being disturbed. Sam took his time reading the newspaper, enjoying his meal and actually hoped for a peaceful weekend for once.

Before anyone else was able to get up, Sam retreated back to his room to not get into another argument, which immediately broke out when both Dean and John were up. Sam rolled his eyes when he heard them bicker in the kitchen again. Since they stayed rather civil so far, Sam continued cleaning up his room and shifting stuff around. He wasn’t the most tidy person, but at the moment his room resembled a garbage can and he really wanted it clean for… well, for reasons. No, so far he didn’t allow himself to acknowledge why he wanted it clean, even if it was pretty obvious.

When everything was done and the two blockheads still argued, Sam groaned frustrated. One damn quiet weekend, did he ask for too much? Couldn’t they get a beer each and shut up for a few minutes, just for a change? Sam really tried to ignore them, he knew shit would hit the fan if he didn’t, but at one point he just lost his patience.

“Can you two shitheads just shut the fuck up for one day?” he yelled as loud and angry as he could, instantly shocked by his own reaction. “Shit…” he whispered.

It was dead silent outside, way too silent for this to turn out well. Sam quickly jumped off his bed and locked his door in case it was about to get real. He stayed at the door, waiting for something to happen, but for a while the same creepy silence stayed.

“This little…” he suddenly heard his brother hiss, followed by heavy steps into his direction, which caused him to quickly push away from the door.

“Dean, get a hold on yourself!” John said, but made no effort to hold his older son back.

“Come out of your room, you little coward!” Dean yelled through the door and began banging on it with his fist.

“Fuck off!” Sam spat back, as angry as before. He knew Dean wouldn’t manage to break down the door, even if he was shaking - both from anger and being scared shitless - he would not shut up this time.

“You think you can talk like that to me, you little shit?”

“Hell yes, I do! You’re an asshole, why don’t you piss off and find someone else to terrorize?”

“Oh, really? What are you going to do? Summon your imaginary friend to kick my ass?”

Sam huffed, now both angry and spiteful. How dare he… how dare he fucking say things like that?

“Yeah, maybe I’m gonna do that!” he eventually yelled back, hands balled to fists and ready to fight. “Someone finally needs to hand you your shitty ass on a plate!”

At this, Dean began kicking at the door, which finally caught their dad’s interest again and he interfered.

“Enough, you two!” he commanded with his army-voice. “Dean, get the hell outta here before I forget myself! And Sam, open the damn door, now!”

“No way! I won’t open the door until this asshole is gone!” Sam wouldn’t allow Dean to get in, no matter how much his dad thought he had him under control - he hadn’t.

John argued with Dean again, but this time their conversation was short and it only lasted a few minutes before Dean stormed off angrily and smashed the door out again.

“Now, open the door, kid, or I’ll make you!” John commanded again and Sam finally obeyed. His dad stepped into his room, arms crossed and an angry look on his face. “What did your brother talk about imaginary friends?”

“Oh come on!” Sam groaned. “He’s insane, don’t you see that? He’s annoying me all the time, it’s not funny anymore!”

“What was he talking about, Sam? I want an answer.”

“He found a book I had to read for school and mocks me for it, that’s all!” Sam lied blatantly. “He said I’m trying to make friends with the devil, I told you he’s going nuts!”

“And, are you?” John asked serious and Sam looked at him in complete disbelief.

“Are you kidding me, dad? What do you think I am, some kind of satanist?”

“Well, you certainly look like one,” John scoffed and eyed his son suspiciously. “I better not find any dead animals or shit in your room, or you’ll get the beating of your lifetime.”

“I’m not running around, killing animals and summoning the devil, geez!” Sam threw his hands in the air overly dramatic, sat down on his bed and crossed his arms. “I just want to be left alone, that’s all.”

“I’ll have an eye on you, Sam.”

“Yeah, whatever…”

His dad stayed for a moment longer, inspecting his son and the room, then left and shut the door behind him. Sam fell onto his back in a huge relief. Thank God he had cleaned up before! If not, his dad would have seen the book on his bed and the candle stumps in front of it, that would have ended in a catastrophe. Not that this topic was over now, but at least he wasn’t bleeding in a corner, begging for his life to end just now.

Summoning Lucifer now, with his dad being as suspicious as this, was not a good idea. Still, Sam needed to talk to someone and there was no one else he had. If Lucifer got angry, he could just ask him to end it, right? Maybe he would do it quickly, without torturing him too much. It wasn’t that he wanted to die, not really, but he would rather die on his own terms if he had to.

Sam knew he had to be very careful, but he wanted to speak to Lucifer as soon as possible. His perfect opportunity came three hours later, when his dad got a call. He came to Sam’s room, informed him that he had to work in the town a few miles away for a few days and would leave some money home, so the boys could get food. Sam nodded and tried to look as sad as he could, even asking what he should do if Dean decided to let his anger out on him. At this, John smiled and told him not to worry, his brother wouldn’t do anything. Sam really didn’t believe him, but still nodded dutifully and watched his dad leave.

[harryburger]

Fic Tag-Game

List the first lines of your last 20 stories (or however many you have altogether). 

See if there are any patterns. 

The, tag your favorite authors

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Lies || Harry Styles (AU) - "London don't walk away from me!" Harry yelled as he tried to catch up to me.I continued to walk not wanting to look back and see how far away he was or even how close he might be. Anger continued to course through my veins, I never imagined he would do this type of thing. I thought he was my best friend. Why would he lie to me and not expect to get caught?

30 days - I place the blunt to my lips as I inhaled. The feeling was something that I was way too familiar with, I blew out the smoke as my body began to rejoice in the feeling. The party around me was in full swing, there wasn't one person who wasn't enjoying what was going on around them. I was in my own world, nothing was going wrong in my life and me sure as hell wasn't letting anything damper my mood right now. 

Betrayal // h. s. au - The sound of muffled voices surround me, i don't know what happened or even where I'm at. "Drive Louis! Drive!" Louis?  The sound of gun shots makes my head hurt more, the pounding sensation grows more and more as the sound gets closer.  The force of the car moving forward makes my head sling against the window.  I squeeze my eyes tight as the pain grows. 

The Life of Riley Stromberg || E3 & 1D - I stayed sitting on the couch as Lucas decided to go make some more popcorn, he has literally been at my side since Dad and Luke left for some sort of business work.  they were always leaving mom, Kory and i behind.  so having Lucas over helps me keep my mind off missing my older brother and my favorite person in the world, my uncle wes."popcorn my lady." Lucas spoke as he took his original seat beside me while handing me the bowl. i shook my head at his wording before smiling."you are such a dork sometimes."

The Break Up Plan // Jai Brooks -  There she was, Jess Taylor. I watched on admiring her. The way her eyes glistened as she walked down the hallway. Her beauty was mesmerizing. The way she laughed as she starred on. Her smile was the best thing to look at in the world, she had the best figure. Not to big not to small just perfect. I watched on as she kept getting closer. I couldn't help but smile. Her blue eyes shined bright, brighter then the bluest ocean. I couldn't help but look onto her. Her blonde hair sways as she still proceeds to make her way down the hallway. Watching her wrap her arms tightly around him. I stand back as he picks her up and swings around, her laugh is heard. My smile grows but soon fades as his lips meet hers.

A Dream Come True | Keaton Stromberg ||COMPLETED||  - I can't believe that today is the day I move to Cali with my two best friends. I barley had any sleep last night because all I kept thinking about was that Im finally going to leave this hell hole I call home. I was taken out of my thoughts by my mom knocking on my door."Morgan get up or you're going to miss your flight!""I'm up" I said loud enough for her to hear.As I started to get out the bed I realized that Im probably breaking her heart by leaving. I'm such a Momma's girl, definitely not a daddy's girl. I don't talk to my father but I do have a step dad and grandparents that's all I need in life right?

Disconnected || L.H. - She stayed seated in the grass as the cheers of the crowd as the baseball team yet again scores. Carly fought the urge to turn aroun and watch the game. She clutches her camera in her hands before raising it up and capturing yet another picture of the beautiful sunset that is placed in front of her. She smiles as she finally feels at peace. She snaps a few more angelic photos before grabbing her jacket from beside her. Standing back to her feet she notices him, his team mates congradualte him on yet another win. The cheering gets more loud as girls that waited on the stands finally got the chance to go to him. Everyone embracing him in a tight hug, Carly couldn help but laugh at their actions. Acting as if the boy is a star, or he played a amazing game. 

That Boy // l.p. ||COMPLETED|| - Emma Johns.A beautiful name for a beautiful girl. Having all the guys drool over you was normal to her. But most guys had a chance with the girl of my dreams. I on the other hand just admired her from a far. Keeping her in my thoughts and dreams was the only I would ever get close to her. She was the head cheerleader and the only girl at Samuel's High who has a boy friend from America. All the girls wanted to be her friend, or know how she got a guy from America. Seeing her walk around laughing and smiling as I wished to be the cause of it. Just the sight of made my heart race. Knowing that her attention would never be focused on me, just the idea of her and me is comical.

Fake Boyfriend || Keaton Stromberg {Completed} - Your personality" His words keep playing over and over in my mind. I was fine if he would have told me he didn't like me like that but my personality. Seeing that my personality wasn't what he wanted in a girl broke my heart, I knew I wasn't good enough for him and that there was no chance of me an him being together but I never gave up. Liking a guy all through high school was just plain stupid. Everything he has ever said to me was lies, he told me everything I wanted to hear from someone. He never cared that's what kills me. Ever since those two words escaped his lips I haven't left my room or let along the house. 

The Nightmares That Follow A Dream || Keaton Stromberg \ COMPLETED| - Morgan had to make a decision to either stay in California with the love of her life Keaton and let something bad happen to him or leave it all behind to go live with a guy who will do anything to ruin her life. Morgan left Keaton and everyone behind to live with Scott it wasn't the best choice she made but she knew she made it for the right reasons. Scott has done everything to her from beating, raping, to almost killing Morgan. But what can she do and if she tried to leave she will get it worse then she already does. 

I’m No Good For You // H. S. - I stay focused in class as Mrs. Crawford begins to explain the assignment that we be explained to us in the next couple days as our partners will soon be named. I write down the notes that are needed for this assignment as how many paragraphs will be needed and when its due. Her words soon fade as she stops talking all together.I look up at her noticing her attention is focused on the back at the room. Knowing there is only one person she could be focused on and that has to be the arrogant Harry Styles. The only guy in school that can have any girl he wants and who is hated by everyone.

A Dream Boy || Keaton Stromberg - "Look at me Rowen" he says grabbing my face in his hands. "You're such a beautiful girl."I look up at into his green eyes, wishing and hoping that this will be the moment he finally kisses me. As he starts to lean in, i do the same waiting for the contact. "Rowen get up you have school!" I jump awake at the sound of my dad yelling at me. I blink my eyes, trying to contract the normal surroundings.  This makes a month i having these weird dreams of a light brown curly headed boy.  I never seen a boy like this, his facial features astonish me. 

Rejected // Wesley Stromberg -  "Annie one date?" I question "Wes no, I can't sorry" she says before walking off. Haven't I learned my lesson by now, that every time I ask her out she always says no. But I know that she cares about me, but why not give me a chance? I understand that we are best friends but she can go out with Drew who has been her neighbor since she was three. This is all so confusing. 

Living with the Cliffords || m.c. - I stay seated on the couch as Noah kept pulling at my hair. I could see the doubt laced in Cade's eyes as she looked to the twin girls playing in the floor."Michael i love you and all but-""Trust me i got this." I reassured her as gestured her to go.She looked towards Noah as has his hand stayed tightly in my hair before she turned towards the door, the smile on her face was not genuine.

Something About The Way She Looks - "Olivia get up or you will be late for school!" My mom yells from downstairs. I slowly roll over, not fully aware that I'm on the edge until I find myself laying on the floor."Fuck." I mutter to myself as I ease off the floor and stumble towards the bathroom to get ready to go to hell.. I mean school.I looked in the mirror to see a sight I sure was a natural thing for me, my hair was wildly everywhere. I try running my fingers through the mess in hopes to tame it down but as my fingers get stuck in the wild mess I know surely that wouldn't happen.

Sexting ✖ h.s - I stay looking at my phone wondering how in the hell I know all of these people or how their numbers ended up in my phone. I scroll down until one strikes my attention.Abby Shaw.God. How it has been so long since I talked to her. Last time I remember actually communication with her was when Jason pushed me into her and she looked at me wide eyed as her books stayed scattered on the floor. I mutter a quick apology before calling Jason a dick.

Innocent | a.i. - Today was the day I was moving across town, as my mother has acquired a new job. I wasn't so happy about this move as I would be leaving everything behind me that I have come accustom to. I remember the exact conversation my mother and stepfather conversed with me about this whole move. I was so against it. I wanted to stay.I believe I even brought the idea of living on my own or with some friends but my mother was so destined on me coming along. So here I am caring my last box to the car as the yelled for me to hurry. Taking a quick glance at the house I have so many fond memories in, I sigh before heading towards the running vehicle.

[i-french-fry-blog]

A Summer with Ronnie Radke

A summer on tour with Ronnie Radke. Part one Warning's: Erm.. A little sexual activity's Word count: 2,740 Tags: No one yet

Finally this year had came. I have been a fan of Falling In Reverse for...5 years now. I have never gotton a single piece of band merch or a ticket to see any band but a solo country singer when I was 9. But this is the year I was finally able to get some band merch and meet my idols, Falling In Reverse.

Warped Tour Morning I have been waiting months for this day, picking outfits out, re-picking, and rehearsing what I would say when I met them. But noting goes as planned. My dog decided to tear a hole in what I was going to wear so  I went with option 2 which was a very slutty choice, not that I really mind. It is just a FIR bathing suit top and a pair of high waisted booty shorts and the pair of Gold sneakers Ronnie wore while recording the music video "Alone". I had always kept them in a case in my room on display for my friends. The place where they were holding the Warped tour in my area had concrete floors. I had gotton a Special VIP pass since my mom's new BF owns the place where they are holding the concerts. I had to get up at like 3 in the morning. I was going with my mom's bf to help set up the stage's and hopefully meet Ronnie. I get dressed and ready grabbing my FIR jacket. My phone and my backpack I run out side seeing John's limo driver waiting for him and me. John is my mom's BF, he really is a nice guy. "Can we stop somewhere and grab something to eat?" I buckle my seat belt and look around smiling. "No I actually have something special planned for the band members and you." I just about fall out of my seat and roll on the floor of the limo in excitement. "Thank you again John" He leans over kissing my head" "You're welcome sweetie. We get to the grounds and pull back with the buses. I see all the buses and just about scream, I hold back and let out a squeal instead. "Ok now Y/N I have a special job for you, how about waking everyone up. All you have to do is go by every bus and nock on there door and wait for one to answer. You check there bus number down on the sheet after telling them who you are. Make sure to mention your the Owners Daughter or step daughter, which ever one" I grab the clipboard from my step fathers hands and kiss his cheek before stepping out of the car and taking my jacket off leaving it in the limo before I wave bye. I look along the list and count the buses reading over 40 different bands. I start on the front row closest to the limo I check the number and nock on there door waiting patiently. Someone opens the door I do as John says and introduce and tell them to get up. I start counting how many times I get checked out. Finally.. I get to Falling In Reverse's bus I take a deep breath and nock on the door hoping Ronnie will answer but instead I get Jacky in his boxers with clear morning wood. Trying not to stare or fall over dead I speak. "Hi Im Y/N, Erm I guess." Jacky interrupts me. "I know who you are you father has spoken alot about you. Please come in." He grabs my hand and leads me onto the bus. I clench his hand tightly as Jacky looks me up and down getting a good look at me. A real good look at me he stares for a seconds before he snaps out of it. I made sure to save FIR's bus for last to give myself motivation to hurry up with waking the others. Jacky trys to hide his boner as he walks to the bunk beds leaving me at the front of the bus as he wakes Ryan, than Christian and the other's saving Ronnie for last. None of them really realized I was there. So I stood there watching a bunch of guys wake up with serious morning wood walking around like zombies trying to get woken up. Jacky finally wakes up Ronnie making sure not to piss him off. Ronnie sits up and stretches before Jacky whispers in Ronnie's ear. "The owner's daughter is here, FYI she is of legal age 19 to be exact. I think she was the winner of your Gold Sneakers. Anyway.. dude she is smokin." Ronnie yawns listening to everything he says. Ronnie replys loud and clear, "Send her back I need something to cuddle.. I don't wanna get up yet." Jacky laughs as Ronnie lays back down Jacky stand in the middle of the bus. "Everyone meet Miss Y/N she is actually gonna be spending a great amount of time with us.." Jacky gets smacked by Christian "Dude don't spoil it" Jacky mumbles oh shit under his breath. "Anyway, I can tell ya this she doesn't help with calming the morning wood down." He laughs and grabs my hand pulling me into the middle of the bus introducing me to everyone as Ronnie starts to snore. We all laugh while I try my hardest not to fangirl. "Anyway Y/N he needs something to 'cuddle' with." Jacky pushes me back there and closes the door behind me. I open it a little and stick my hand out flipping them off than close the door again. I take my shoes off and set them aside I crawl onto the bed sitting criss crossed. Ronnie slowly open his eyes to see a young beautiful woman sitting infront of him. He sits up and looks over. "Damn Jacky was right you really don't help with morning wood." We both laugh some, Ronnie grabs my pulling me under the covers cuddling up to me. "I erm I can't believe im cuddling with my Idol.." Ronnie rolls his eyes and kisses my cheek. "Hush no fan girling..." I scoot closer cuddling up a little better. "Fine.." I get my phone out of my pocket and set a alarm for 7:45 since its 5:26. Ronnie wraps his arm around me holding me close. I feel his morning wood against my ass I try not to move any and since I didn't move for awhile I fell asleep. Ronnie wakes me up at about 6:48. I roll over and stretch before opening my eyes. When I was asleep my top came untied and well ya. "Good Morning Sleeping Beauty.. Im serious on the beauty part. I sit up still not noticing my top is undone, and of course Jacky and the others are standing at the door way looking at me. Everyone gawks for a few min not saying a thing. "W..what?" Ronnie looks over. His eyes widen he trys to hide his boner but fails. "Erm.. Y/N your tops undone" Jacky says trying to hide a boner. I look down and quickly grab the covers hiding my boobs. Ronnie laughs a little as I feel his hand touch my leg then work to the inside of my leg and back to the spot it was in, he keeps his hand moving back and forth in a teasing manner. "Anyway you two, breakfast is in the side building. It supposed to be something BIG! Johns words.." Jacky yells big then they all close the door. As soon as Ronnie hears everyone get off the bus he reaches over pulling the blanket away. "Nothing to hide Y/N, everything about you is perfect." Ronnie reaches over cupping one boob in one and the other in his other hand. He starts to massage them lightly. I let out a soft moan as Ronnie releases my boobs grabbing my strings for my top he ties it up for me. "I..Im not perfect, Im weird and not normal." I stutter feeling a wall break inside of me, at that moment I wanted to pour my feeling emotions and all my problems out to him. But I didn't cause I thought I shouldn't bother him with my self harm problems or my shitty past. Ronnie quickly grabs my hand and flip it over looking at my wrist seeing the helacious scars from self harm that have built up through the years. Ronnie pulls me close and hugs me tight not letting go for about 5 minutes. "P..Please, no more.. For me" I nod trying not to cry. I hear a nock on the bus door and a voice behind it saying Breakfast. "I guess we should go. You betting sit by me ok.." Ronnie says with kind eyes. I nod as we get up I bend over putting my ass right up against Ronnie's crotch. He grabs my ass and starts to grind lightly. I gasp and bite my lip a little looking back at Ronnie. I slip my shoes on and straighten up before I quickly slut drop than come back up running my ass against him all the way up. "God damn Y/N." I giggle and get into his cupboards grabbing him a pair of skinny jeans that I like along with a plad flannel shirt. "You can change after we eat." He nods as I grab a pair of tighty whiteys trying not to giggle I hand them to him. "I honestly didn't expect.. These.." We both laugh I sit on the bed not moving. "I guess im changing in front of you.." I nod with a evil grin across my face. He strips off his sleeping boxers with no hesitation. My eyes widen as I stare uncontrollably trying to pull my eyes away but can't. Ronnie grabs the back of my head and pulls me down to my nees. He nods as his 9 1/2 cock stands out very nicely. I look up shyly before he nods giving me approval. It goes from there for about 5 minutes it switches from throat fucking to normal sucking and ends with a facial.

Ronnie gets dressed as I wipe my face off with my finger and suck the cum off my fingers. I do it a few times giving Ronnie enough time to finish getting dressed. I stand up and wipe my face on his shirt giggling. "Okay well Im ready" he grabs my hand pulling my off the bus. He picks me up and carry's me in his arm with ease. The other bands have already started warming up there are so many fans already. I laugh loud so does Ronnie as he tickles me. I see the main stage surrounded by people I have a feeling someone got pictures but I pushed that thought away from my happiness. Ronnie stops in the middle of the walk way giving me a long unexpected kiss. It takes me a few seconds to realize what is going on I kiss back as soon as my brain processes what is happening we stand there for a few minutes just kissing passionate. We break the kiss breathing heavily Ronnie walks to the building setting me down inside making sure everyone see's including my step father. I smile looking around at what looks like a full on buffet. I see a seafood bar quickly grabbing a plate for Ronnie and me. "Okay... Race lets see who gets back quicker. 3..2..1 GO" I head for the seafood bar so does Ronnie we laugh as I fill my plate with different types of shirmp crab and grab a bowl of crab chowder than running to the dressings table grabbing a container of ranch and some cucumber slices. We both meet back at the exact time. "Tie!" I lean up giggling some I kiss Ronnie not caring who see's. Ronnie and I sit down and start numming on out shrimp. "Thank you dad" I say to John as he walks by. "Your welcome" He grabs my hand and pulls me aside pulling something from his pocket. I can't see what it is but he starts talking "This money is for protection.. and here is one to start you off with." He slips a 100 dollar bill and a condom in my hand I just about bust out laughing. "Thank you..I probably won't need the condom. I don't think he will go that far with me... even though I already gave him a blowjob.." Johns eyes widen. " My lord girl..I know he will now go get him" I laugh giving John a hug before I walk back over to Ronnie who is finished eating and is stealing shrimp off my plate. I lean down and lick Ronnie's hand. "Brat.." We both laugh as I finish my shrimp with a little help from Ronnie. "I kinda want to go watch the bands and meet as many as I can. I need them to sign my ass. " I stand up and bend over pulling a pen from my pocket handing it to Ronnie. "I guess I sign first. He looks at the black sharpie and the spot above my shorts. He takes the cap off and starts to sign right above my shorts where everyone can see. He speaks what he is writing. "Ronnie Radke's Property." I giggle as he starts to play with my ass Ronnie grips my ass cheeks and starts to jiggle them. "Squishy..." Ronnie lays his head on my ass finding the right spot before he acts asleep and snores. "Omg U fucking wierdo..." Ronnie laughs before he responds. "Hush you know you like it." I nod in agreement before I straighten back up. The bands start playing alot of the smaller bands play first than it works up to the more known bands. I grab a container filling it with peeled shrimp and ranch I put the ranch in and shake it up. I grab Ronnie's hand as we head out of the side building I show my lanyard to the guards so we can get to the main stage. I stand there in amazement looking at the band members jumping around just as the crowd is doing I get my marker out as they finish their set. Everyone walks over to the side of the stage I hear a few of the guys in the back mumble 'Thais the hot chick that woke me up bruh.' I hand the lead singer the marker and bend over. "Id appreciate it if you'd sign..I didn't bring anything for you to sign but make it small but readable..." He bite his lip reading what Ronnie wrote, the lead singer laughs and signs my left ass cheek handing the marker to the guitarist. "My lord gurl.." He says admiring my ass. Ronnie steps in front of his view, "Read..'Ronnie Radke's Property' now respect." I try my hardest not to giggle but accidentally let it slip. "Just sign my ass and don't touch the merchandise its not for sale." He signs my ass and smacks it quickly than hands the marker down the line. Everyone signs my ass. I give them all a hug than Ronnie picks me up and carries me away as I open the container filled with shrimp. I feed Ronnie one instead of letting my finger go he decides to suck on my finger. Giggling I pull out another shrimp and eat it. "Our set isn't till 4:00 and its only...8:13 how about I give you a tour of my home town, Vegas. We can stop by my place if you'd like." I feed him another shrimp before I get excited. "YAS i would love it..Do, I erm get to meet charlie..." He nods finishing his shrimp, Ronnie takes me to his car and sets me in the front seat. I send my dad a message letting him know he okay's it as we leave. I tip over laying my head on his lap falling asleep... To Be Continued... I hope you liked the story there will be many parts to come.