Cody Carson

This-silence-is-maddening said: Can you do a Cody Carson imagine where he comes back from your to surprise you and he sets up this scavenger hunt thing so you can find him? sorry if that doesn't make sense, but I would be reeeeally happy if you wrote it for me. there's like no Cody Carson imagine in existence

 A/N: Hey guys its Meghan, my writings a bit rusty so please forgive me, I might post another story in a bit but idk yet

I tossed about in bed trying to get comfortable, but to no avail it was useless. I looked at my nightstand where my phone was and there sat a note on top of it, “Good morning, Go to the first place we met and order what I ordered. Will” A rush of fear pulsed through my body until I realized it was Cody. ‘Why didn’t he just come home?’ I thought slipping on a pair of jeans and putting my hair in a bun. I raced down the stairs going out to my car, crumbling the paper and putting it in the cupholder. I pulled up to the small café and walked inside. I looked at the counter which had no one standing around it but a worker who looked excited to see me, “Can I have a coffee cake muffin and a small coffee?” The girl pulled up exactly what I ordered from underneath the counter. On the paper bagged muffin was another note, “Good thing you came before she threw it out. Go to the table where we had out first date. You” I rolled my eyes as I walked out of the store and back into my car, ‘why would a pub be open this early?’ I questioned as I pulled in to the parking lot. I walked in and walked past the greeter and to the curved booth in the corner where I ended up cuddled into his side by the end of the night. There sat another note for me, “Good thing you actually did this. Now I want you to go the place where we had our first kiss together. Marry” I smiled and ran back to the car. I turned the corner and looked at the street light that he sat against and pulled me in, “Remember this kiss? I think the street light was a little bit brighter when our lips met. Go to the woods where we camped and had our first time together. Me” I was embarrassed by the fact that he was talking about sex but I brushed it off and quickly sped to the woods behind his parents summer home. I ran to the little secluded area that the trees had grown to make; lanterns were strung from branch to branch. There was a bouquet of roses at my feet in front of me with yet another note on it, “So, what’s your answer?” I cocked my head to the side trying to understand the question ‘what question is he talking about?’ Suddenly Cody was standing across from me holding something behind his back. I quickly pulled out the notes and read each one carefully, there was no question in any of them except where we had our first kiss but nothing more. “What’s your answer?” He finally spoke I read the words at the bottom of each note: ‘Will. You. Marry. Me.’ I looked up at Cody who was getting down on his knee. “Will you make me the most happiest man on earth, and marry me?” He said looking in my eyes. I grinned like an idiot shaking my head yes as I tried to say something. He quickly slipped the ring on my finger and stood up pulling me into his chest. Our heads nestled into one another’s neck, “I love you so much.” He muttered kissing my neck “Welcome home babe.” I said kissing his cheek.

Imagine: putting cute pictures of Austin in your snapchat story

wow this is really bad but i tried

not my best effort but whatever i tried

Man i hate seeing hate throughout the band imagines community on tumblr. When anons compare other blogs, try and talk writers down, or question the ‘realness’ of our friendships. We’re all one big community and we all write to do something nice for you guys. We don’t get...

TONY PERRY

AN: Idk i wanted to write something fluffy and with Tony, because the last two were rlly sad Austin ones -Hadley

Outfit

Song

The story of how YN and I got together is a pretty funny one, actually. She was our guitar tech on our most recent tour, and as cliche as it is, I fell in love with her instantly. She was an odd one. Not in a bad way, in her own special way. An endearing way. To get someone else’s attention, she’d pull on the sleeve of their shirt, she’d communicate in hand gestures and nods of her head, or just do whatever she needed someone else to do herself. Her phone was always at her side, but rarely for social purposes. I could never get up the guts to talk to her, so I developed a pretty major schoolboy crush on her.

About a week into tour, everyone was settling in, starting to have fun with each other a bit more. Before one of the shows, someone had plugged their iPod into the speaker system and was blasting music. Everyone was dancing around while they worked, having a great time, including myself, but all I could really focus on was how happy she looked. Her smile was huge as she bounded around the room, just purely having fun and not caring what everyone else thought of her.

“Oooh, Tony’s got a crush,” Jaime taunted from behind me. His voice came out of nowhere which startled me and made me jump. “Just go talk to her, the worst she can say is no.”

“But what if I say something stupid or like puke on her or something?” I quipped back, knowing that, because it was me, I’d probably screw it up somehow.

“Trust me, you’ll be fine.” When he said that, she appeared in the doorway all the way across the arena, pushing a cart loaded with guitars with obvious effort.

“YN, don’t hurt yourself, Tony’ll help you.” Jaime called to her and gave me a light shove towards her. I shot him a glare then turned and smiled at her.

“Well, I guess that’s an introduction out of the way. Are you enjoying yourself so far?” I asked while I leaned against the road case and helped her push it. She smiled at me and nodded timidly. “Cat got your tongue?” Shaking her head, she positioned the guitar case where it was supposed to be before she waved her hands around a bit. I knew she was trying to say something to me in what I figured was sign language, but I just watched her sadly, not understanding. When she saw that I didn’t know what she was saying, she pulled her phone out and typed something instead of signing it.

‘Sorry, I forget sometimes that not everybody understands ASL. Anyways, I can’t speak anymore. I used to be able to, but I got in a car accident when I was 11 and my vocal chords got severed. I might be able to talk again, but probably not soon. Sucks, I know, but I deal. I could teach you sign if you’d like?’

“Oh, okay, that makes more sense. I thought you were just playing hard to get or something.” She smiled wide and toothy, stars forming in her eyes while her shoulders shook in her form of a laugh. Could she get any more adorable?

‘I’ll see you tomorrow on your bus, yeah?’ She typed out her question and when I nodded she smiled again and hugged me quickly, turning and bouncing away to Locked Out Of Heaven. God, I swear, she was the cutest thing I’d seen in a long time.

The next few weeks, she and I fell into a routine. She’d be at the venue doing checks and making sure that mine and Vic’s guitars were all set for the show that night while I’d be at interviews, mostly getting yelled at and made fun of by the guys for texting her every ten seconds. After all that was over, I’d finally relax when I saw her, and she’d show me more sign language before we just started talking about whatever we wanted. Mike called it “Deaf Flirting 101.” The way she would mouth words while she signed them was probably the most adorable thing ever.

‘So what’s this I hear about you liking someone?’ She asked one day, and after she finished her question I laughed a little awkwardly and looked down at my own hands, tracing the tattoos on my fingers lightly.

“It’s nothing, just a little crush. She probably won’t even like me back anyways.” I glanced up at her and she rolled her eyes, still with that stupid little smirk playing with the edges of her lips and gave me a gentle shove.

‘Are you kidding me?! You’re awesome! Who wouldn’t love you?’

“Eh, doesn’t matter. She’s way out of my league. So I shall continue to admire her from afar and hope she notices,” I joked overdramatically before climbing out of my bunk and holding the curtain open for YN.

‘Not gonna go for your manic pixie dream girl?’ She joked.

“Nah, won’t be worth it.” Yes it will ya dope, what are you saying? I thought to myself while she and I walked to the dressing room.

‘Tell me who it is?’

“Well, see, the thing is about crushes is that they’re usually secret,” I teased her, making her stomp her foot in that really cute way she did when she couldn’t get information out of me.

‘Please? I won’t tell anyone I promise.’ Then she stopped and thought for a second and opened her mouth in a silent ghasp. ‘Is it that Katrina chick who works for merch?’

“The one who’s always throwing herself at Mike?” YN nodded. “Nope, not her, she’s not really my type.”

‘I’ll find this out eventually, I have my ways,’ she threatened with her cute silent laugh.

After the show we went out for drinks, and as we were walking down the street, YN tapped my shoulder and signed ‘Smile!’ at me, holding her phone in my face. I made a goofy face, trying to make sure I didn’t spill the coffee I was carrying and she snapped my picture, mouthing ‘perfect’ to herself when she looked at it again.

We continued to walk down the sidewalk, the guys and the crew bounding ahead of us while we stayed a bit behind, just content in the moment we were in. She broke the silence (figuratively) by asking ‘So have you told your manic pixie dream girl that you like her yet?’

I shrugged. “I’ll get to it eventually. Just haven’t found the right time. You gotta be careful with these things, YN,” I joked with a slight laugh which made that smile I love so much light up her face.

“This is the place!” Mike called back to us, opening the door to what looked like an old run down country bar.

‘Why’d they take us here?’ She asked when we somehow managed to find a spot on the packed bar. We had to sit really close to each other to hear over the music, but i didn’t mind. The less space between us, the better.

“Who knows? Mike picked it, nobody really knows what goes on in his head.” I shouted when I leaned in towards her ear so she could hear me. The song that had been playing when we walked in faded out into another song that sounded relatively the same started, but her face, I swear, lit up like a little kid’s on Christmas. She tapped my arm a bunch of times and signed ‘I love this song! Come dance with me! Please?’ with this adorable begging look on her face that I couldn’t say no to.

I was completely lost in her. She was so perfect and beautiful and just... everything I wanted. She and I danced around the floor as best we could with everyone else partying around us, YN happily mouthing the words while we danced. After a few more rounds, we all livened up, and the usual party tricks that the new crew members hadn’t seen started to come out. Jaime did some really poorly done magic tricks we’d all seen a zillion times, and someone produced a Rubix cube for me to solve as fast as I could like I’d done a zillion times for them.

Once I was done with the fourth mixed up puzzle cube, my phone buzzed in my pocket, YN’s name showing up on the screen.

Meet me outside, I’ve got my own party trick to show you

I found her leaning against the wall of the building, doing something on her phone, and when she brought it back to her background picture, it was the photo she’d taken of me on the way here. That just made my heart want to rip out of my chest and hand itself over to her, it was so cute.

“So what’s this party trick?” She whirled around and jumped a bit.

‘You scared me! Don’t sneak up on me like that,’ her shoulders shook with a laugh as we started walking down the street again, the calm quiet of the night surrounding us. ‘Are you gonna tell me who your manic pixie dream girl is? Because I won’t show you unless you do,’ her lips were quirked up in this adorable way that she knew would get me to do what she asked.

“Well, see, that’s the thing, because...” inhale, exhale, “it’s you.” Her eyes widened at me, her little adorably kissable mouth going from a smirk to a surprised “o.”

‘I’m not a manic pixie dream girl, more like a rachet pixie dream girl,’ she said, her face still written with shock. ‘But, I’m glad that’s the answer, because here’s my party trick...’ inhale, exhale, and she leaned close to my ear.

“Hi Tony. I love you.” Her voice was scratchy and barely audible, but it was THERE. YN finally talked.

“Oh my God, you just-” she was tearing up and smiling so much her face looked like it would rip in half. She nodded, answering what I had left unsaid before I picked her up and spun her around with sheer happiness. “Why didn’t you tell me before? Have you been like, taking speaking classes or something, what, how even?”

“Every weekday I’ve been Skyping in to my speech therapist to help myself talk again. I wanted you to be the first person I talked to, I signed up again right after I met you.” She looked so happy while she sounded out the words and made herself form the letters and force herself to say what she wanted without the hindrance of a phone or a set of hands. I just had to spin her around again, this time her legs wrapping around my waist to hold on. “Faster,” she scratched out again, making her giggle. Her voice was melodic, even with the years of disuse and all the damage that had been done to her vocal chords after her accident. It was my new favourite song, my new favourite melody, my new favourite lyric that I’d heard in my life. When I set her down, I finally cupped her face in my hands and kissed her, and I just knew she’d be taking a new picture for her phone background.

“I’m so proud of you, YN. I know we haven’t known each other for a long time, but I’m still proud of you.”

“Thank you,” she said, still with that huge smile on her face.

Back in the bar, the rest of the night was basically perfect. I kept making her say ‘I love you’ over and over again, just because it sounded so beautiful to me. It was like our own little secret whispered under the haze of tequila shots and the false promises they left. But this time, my rachet pixie dream girl and I would keep our tequila promises and not look back once.

The next day, her most recent tweet was blowing up, the picture of us all over every social media site with the simple caption that read:

“You and tequila make me crazy.”

Austin Carlile

AN: This one has a title, it's called "Raggedy Man and The Impossible Girl," (where my Whovians at?) and I think parts of it are kind of dodgy but I thought you guys might like it :) -Hadley

I will not forget one day of this, not one day, I swear. I will always remember when I was The Doctor.

Outfit

I knew she had to leave after that night, and it hurt me more than I could ever imagine. I didn’t want to get too close to her, because I knew she belonged to someone else, someone who loved her with his whole being and only wanted the best for her. But I still hovered close to her at all the extravagant parties I brought her to with my friends, kept my hand on the small of her back and treated her how I would treat a girlfriend. We would sneak away to the stairs like Romeo and Juliet, dance and enjoy life like Gatsby and Daisy, steal kisses while we were wading in the beach behind my house and sit on the counter at three in the morning with a tub of ice cream between us and a bottle of wine, discussing the latest episode of Doctor Who she’d showed me and debating what would happen on The Blacklist next week. She was mesmerizing, the kind of person who lit up a room because of the way she held herself, the way she talked to everyone as if they were equals no matter what, the way she smiled and laughed and the way she would give you her full attention and make you feel like the only person in the world.

She had to leave. I didn’t want to believe it, and if I rejected that idea, then maybe there was a slight chance that it wouldn’t come true. She could stay here and we could get married and have cute little musical prodigy babies and be a family. I could stay beside her for the rest of my life and finally have someone permanent in my life who didn’t want me just because I was in a band.

I knew she loved me for me and wanted to stay here too, but she kept trying to hold back and remind herself that she had someone back in Massachusetts. Tonight was her last night before her plane took off, 13 hours, 27 minutes and 56 seconds from now (but who’s counting), and I wanted to make it memorable. This had been one of the best months of my life, and I wanted it to end perfectly.

Tonight, we were at some pier that had been set up with an open bar and tables and loud music, the park on the boardwalk open to attendees, squatting bold and stark with a cloak of ocean mist swirling around it. She looked stunning in her black dress and shoes to match, her favourite carousel necklace hanging from her neck. I wanted to run my fingers through her hair so badly, feel the way it cascaded down her shoulders beautifully and gracefully, but I would ruin all the work she’d put into it, so I didn’t.

Not that late into the night, she and I snuck off to the boardwalk to investigate the park that was basically abandoned other than the employees who were getting overtime for standing around and doing nothing.

“This has been like a dream,” she sighed, a smile plastered on her face that was impossible to wipe off. “All the parties and the famous people and...” her cheeks started to flush, embarrassment and hope filling her voice. “And you.”

I was head over heels in love with this girl. She stood on her tip toes and gently cupped my face, pulling me towards her and kissing me softly. I wanted her to stay, wanted to keep my Impossible Girl here with her Raggedy Man where she belonged.

“I know you have to go back to Massachusetts, but can you visit again?” She looked down at the wooden boards beneath us, choking out three nearly silent words.

“I don’t know.” In that moment I regretted it all. If leaving was making her this upset, then I would find a way to rewind time and make this as painless as possible. In a few breaths, she contained herself and suggested we go on the carousel at the end of the boardwalk. “Race ya!” She shouted in delight, her legs rocketing her down the pier.

“This is really childish of us,” she giggled when we were both settled on the same horse, warmth radiating off her back and warming me up a bit. My hands found their spot on her waist and all of a sudden I felt like I was helping her cheat. It didn’t make me love her any less, want her to stay any less, it just was what it was. I couldn’t quantify it or make it seem any less of a blow to her boyfriend, I let it pass and stayed in this moment with her.

She laughed as the wind blew her hair all around and the ride spun in never ending circles, showing us all angles of the beautiful beach we were on. I wished it would just keep going and going and going until we weren’t here anymore, because I knew that when we got off, she would belong to another man and I would be nothing but a memory.

“Are you tired?” She asked a couple minutes later, her head leaning against my chest and her eyes smiling up at me. I nodded and kissed her forehead, and we said our goodbyes to everyone at the party before making our way home. As soon as we stepped through the door, she was pulling me towards my room and practically yanking my clothes off, sending me a loud and clear message.

She was as beautiful as I imagined, and as she rolled her hips against mine over and over again and moaned my name over and over again, with passion and love and every other emotion behind it, I knew tomorrow would be a really sad goodbye.

“Austin, thank you.” She told me when we were both half asleep, her fingers tracing the scar running down my chest and raising goosebumps on my skin.

“Thank you too. Does it have to be over?” I asked rhetorically.  

I woke up and she was gone.

I never got to tell her I love her.

She never came back to California, but we did keep in touch, late night phone calls and Skype sessions keeping us somewhat connected. She still had the pictures of us, and they would show up on my Instagram feed with quotes from Doctor Who in the captions from time to time.

I knew it was over when her favourite photo she took of me, half asleep right after I’d woken up that month popped up with a simple four word caption:

“Raggedy Man, good night.”

GUYSGUYSGUYSGUYS GUESSWHAT

ITS MAI BIRTHDAY

JUST THOUGHT ID LET YOU KNOW

- Hadley

HELP PLEASE!!!

Is there anyone with a spare ticket for All Time Low’s concert in Paradiso (amsterdam)?? a friend of mine isn’t allowed to go anymore and a friend of his (we’d go with us 3) sold her ticket to a friend ofhers. But i barely know them, and i also dont want to sell my ticket :( please please help me? if you know dutchies who are going to that concert can you ask them if they know someone? PLEASE PLEASE I’M DESPERATE OKAY

Austin Carlile

Sorry about the sadness, it’s just been rough for me right now... hope you guys like it anyways. <3- Hadley (THIS IS LOOOOOOONG SORRY) (and I just randomly chose the name Annie for your mom’s name because I was listening to Smooth Criminal while I was writing this)

Normally, you loved wearing as much black as possible, but today, it just looked macabre and unsettling. As an act of defiance, you had a white rhinestone bow pinned in the tight ballet bun on the back of your head. This wasn’t something you wanted to go through, saying goodbye to your mother. Judging by your dad’s face, he didn’t want to do this either. He knew how this felt, he knew how badly this hurt, like being torn open again and again with nobody around to put you back together. The earth had fallen from under your feet, leaving you to fall down the rabbit hole deeper into your own head, somewhere you didn’t want to go ever again.

“You ready to go?” Austin asked tiredly, leaning against the doorframe with a blank face.

“Not really.” You said, your voice breaking slightly. You couldn’t cry thought. You’d been feeling sorry for yourself long enough. The pity had to be done. “But we’re gonna be late aren’t we?” He nodded, then stood up and wrapped his arm around your shoulder when you met him in your doorway. No other words were exchanged between you two, no words of comfort, and you were fine with that. Your dad knew how losing the person that meant the most to you felt, and knew that it took time for the gaping hole to close up, for life to return to normal.

Pulling up to the church, you did everything in your power to not look at the hearse parked out front. You quickly scurried up the steps and waited for Austin to follow you. A member of the church met you and led you two through the empty church to the back room where the rest of your family was, along with your uncles.

You didn’t really listen to the stories being passed around about Mom, trying to come to terms with the fact for the umpenteenth time that she was just simply gone. She wasn’t coming back. She wouldn’t walk through the door after work and tell you about her day, give you demos for bands that had landed on her desk that day, wouldn’t be there to hug you and tell you everything would be okay, wouldn’t make you laugh away your tears with dumb jokes and her signature sense of humour. You two couldn’t wear matching “AUSTIN CARLILE OR DIE” shirts to concerts and pretend to fangirl backstage during the concert, or do any of the other things you had grown accustomed to doing.

“Okay, it’s time to get started. Austin and Y/N up at the front, and then everyone else can order yourselves behind as you’d like.” You kept your eyes down at your black Converse as you followed Austin into the church, sat down and tried not to look at the coffin at the front covered in flowers. You didn’t pay attention much, just focused on trying not to cry and make yourself look gross in front of all the people gathered here.

“And now, Austin and Y/N Carlile are going to come up and say a few words.” Your dad squeezed your hand lightly as you got up first to speak.

“Um... this isn’t on the paper but this really sucks.” You said with a wry chuckle. “Anyways. My mom was a giver. Everyone here, and I’m sure some people who didn’t know her well, know that about her. She always knew how to help anybody who needed it, especially the people closest to her. I remember the first time I came home from school upset, it was in seventh grade. I don’t even remember what I was mad about, all I know is that my mood was quickly turned around by Mom. She sat down at the piano with me, played a bunch of Bruce Springsteen songs for me and sang them really really badly, and everything was fine. I knew that it was a really busy time for her at work and she had a huge pile of demos to listen to stacked up on the kitchen bench, but she put all of that aside and focused on what I needed.

She had a magic touch that spread through anyone whose lives she entered. Her smile was infectious, her laugh warmed your heart better than anything, and her hugs made you feel safe, like everything would be alright. As with a lot of parents, their children’s friends turn into their kids, and Mom was no exception. My friends all call her ‘Mom’ and some of them,” you quickly glanced at your friend Andrew in the crowd. “Andrew, I’m lookin’ at you,” you joked pointing him out, which drew a laugh out of the crowd, “were over our house more than your own because of the way she made everyone feel welcome. Family gatherings weren’t just reserved to biological family, but those who she’d welcomed into our home as her own.

When my dad told me she had passed three days after our accident, I didn’t know what to feel. My best friend was gone. It’ll take time, but like she always told me, nothing comes easy and nothing comes free. This won’t be easy, and this certainly wasn’t free, but with her watching over me, and Grandma too, everything will be okay.”

Next Austin stepped up, and took a deep breath before starting. “Losing a mother is something earth-shattering, that leaves an ache deep inside of you, no matter how long it’s been since you lost her.

Seeing Y/N go through what I went through is probably one of the hardest things I’ve ever endured. But, my wife always looked at the positives of the situation, and she wouldn’t want us to mope around for the rest of our lives. She’d want us to celebrate how she lived hers.

Meeting Annie for the first time out in the crowd all those years ago during my first band’s show back in our senior year is a day I’ll never forget. It was as if the gravity of my life had shifted, and she was what anchored me to the world. We were a tag team, partners in crime, and there was no doubt in my mind she was the one I wanted to spend my life with. Leaving Annie for tour was always hard, but seeing her at the end made it all worth it. No matter what crazy idea I had, she was always behind me to support me and help me if I needed it.

At every step of the road, Annie was there to offer her unconditional support and love for everyone involved. She lived life to the fullest and never looked back, or at the potential consequences of what she was about to do. She was the best mother she could possibly be. Y/N was the centre of her world, and there wasn’t a thing she wouldn’t do for her.” You couldn’t bear to listen to the rest, so you excused yourself and hid in the bathroom for the rest of the funeral. One of your friends came to find you afterwards so Austin could take you back home.

“Y/N, sweetie, you dad is waiting outside the bathroom. Do you think you’re okay to leave?” You shook your head, as you knew your words would fail you right now. She sighed sadly and nodded, getting up from where she was crouched in front of you to help you up. “C’mon, let’s get you cleaned up. They’ve got a wedding coming in here in a few hours and need to get the place turned over quickly.”

“Wedding and a funeral on the same day. How weird.” You laughed quitetly while you wiped the ascara streaks from your face.

The drive back home was silent, the only thing breaking the heavy tired atmosphere the rumbling of the engine. When you got home the first thing you did was put on your sweatpants and one of your dad's big tshirts you took when he was away. You felt weird; you still hadn't accepted the reality of the situation and almost were waiting for your mom to come home from the walk she took every Saturday morning.

You thought that you could manage to get yourself down the stairs for some food, but you unded up sitting down about halfway down the staircase and thinking. You liked to think when you were in situations like this, where you weren’t really sure what was going on and you needed to process everything that was happening.

About 20 minutes later, you felt Austin's arm wrap around your shoulders. "Thinking?" He asked quietly. You nodded. "What about?"

"About Mum. If she'd be proud of me."

"Why would you be doubting if she'd be proud of you? Sweetheart, she was one of the proudest parents I'd ever seen, and you know how much I like to brag." He said with a wry smile. "She was so proud of you and would continue to be proud of you, especially if she saw the way you were handling this situation."

Thetwo of you fell silent again, both just thinking about what had happened in the past few weeks. Then, you had an idea to do smething you and your dad hadn't done in a long time. "Can we have a movie night?"

"A movie night? Doesn't sound like such a bad idea. We can order pizza too, if you'd like?"

"Sounds perfect."

Things weren't perfect. They wouldn't be for a while. But they'd get easier. You'dbe okay.

HAPPY NEW YEAR EVERYONE!

Ricky Horror

Anonymous asked: CAN YOU PLLLEEEAASSSEEE MALE ONE WITH RICKY HORRORAND YOUR LITTLE GIRL? PLLLEEEAASSSEE

  A/N: Hey it’s Meghan again! Since is so close to Christmas all make this a bit christmasy but not religious so don’t worry if you aren’t! I didn’t know what to name the baby so I thought of Edgar Allen Poe’s poem, the Raven. So yeah that’s about it…

I sat in the living room holding our almost three-month old daughter Raven playing and tickling her, waiting for Ricky to come in the room with our older daughter. I heard Ricky come running into the living room chasing after our three year-old daughter Lilith. She stopped in the middle of the room, quickly Ricky swooped her up into his arms, her contagious laughter filling the room, Raven giggled and cooed at her sister,

“Are you guys ready to decorate the tree and see Santa?” I asked in a cheery voice. Lilith almost jumped out of Ricky’s arms in excitement.

 Ricky and I dressed both the girls; putting on their jackets and hats for them in case it snowed. Ricky picked Lilith up and slugged the diaper bag over his shoulder as I lifted Raven into my arms briskly walking out to the car in the garage; he had Lilith wriggling in his arms while Raven was calmly sitting in my arms grinning a toothless smile at her sister and dad laughing and playing. I placed Raven in her car seat while on the other side of the car Ricky was doing the same thing for Lilith. I smiled at him, and he smirked in return, closing the door and getting into the driver’s seat.

 I walked to the passenger’s seat, buckling myself in. He quickly pulled out of the driveway; heading to the local mall. I constantly looked back to check on the two little girls that meant the world to both me and Ricky. Suddenly to break me out of my trance Ricky’s slender fingers intertwined with mine, he slowly brought my hand to his cold lips. I watched my wedding ring shimmer in the sunlight.

   We pulled into the parking lot of the mall, parking relatively close to the doors. We quickly got out and grabbed the girls rushing towards the doors as a flurry of snow settled above us. We looked about in all different directions as the mall was bustling with holiday shoppers and some of the usual weekend shoppers,

“Where would you like to go first?” I asked Ricky and Lilith since Raven cannot talk yet

“Santa!” Lilith exclaimed bursting with joy. We obliged and walked to where Santa’s workshop was set up. I stood dead in my traps looking at the line that was passed the red rope fence.

“This will take forever! Do you want to go get Christmas decorations first?” I asked making a frown show on Lilith’s face.

“I won’t get to see Santa?” she said in a small whisper, about to cry.

“Hey (Y/N), I’ll stand in line with Lilith and you and Raven can go pick out the decoration this year.” Ricky said, starting to walk towards the line

“Alright. Love you!” I said walking towards the collectables store. I walked in quietly; not many people were in there so you could hear the soft coffee shop-like music echoing through the store. I looked about at the miscellaneous albums and movies for sale. Suddenly a girl probably at the age 16 years old or so walked up to me,

“Is there anything I can help you with today?” she said energetically

“Yes, I know you guys have Christmas decorations; but where are they?” I asked bouncing Raven who was slowly sliding out of my arms. She escorted me to the back of the store showing me the wide variety of Christmas decorations.

“We have many doctor who items and the Beatles Christmas bulbs. We also have Star Wars and Lord of the Rings items if you are into that stuff. If you need any more help, feel free to ask.” She said briskly walking away. I looked at all the different things they had: doctor who garland, star wars figurine Christmas ornaments…everything your heart would ever desire. I grabbed the only things I think were great to put on the tree; the doctor who garland, star wars figurine ornament set, lord of the ring character ornaments and eye of sauron tree topper. I tried to juggle all the items I had picked up for our tree and Raven quickly placing the items on the counter. The girl from minutes earlier swiped the items,

“Did you find everything okay?” she asked pressing random buttons on the register.

“Yes there wasn’t a problem at all!” I said trying to hide the antsy mood I was having. I quickly gave her the twenty dollar bill before she could tell me the price,

“You may keep the change! Happy holidays!” I said with the bag, quickly rushing back to the Santa workshop to see Lilith sitting on Santa’s lap with her sister Raven for the first time. I scanned the line looking for the two of them,

“(Y/N)!” I heard quietly calling my name in the line. I saw Ricky and Lilith: next in line. I quickly ran over to them, I handed Raven to Ricky and climbed over the rope and we watched the family in front of us escort their son away asking him millions of questions,

“Next!” called a man who was not very enthusiastic with his job. Lilith quickly ran up to Santa climbing onto his lap, I placed Raven on her two feet and she waddled faster than I’ve ever seen her run. Ricky lifted her onto his lap and him and I got down on our knees and huddled around Santa, Lilith and Raven to hear what Lilith and maybe even what Raven had to say since the children behind us were both loud and screaming with fright of being near Santa.

“Well little girl what would you like for Christmas?” the old man asked

“I want a cat and some horses for my dolls.” Lilith said placing her folded in her lap.

“Tell Santa you’ve been a good girl.” I murmured to Lilith making her shoot up in her place

“Santa I’ve been a very, very good girl and I really, really want that stuff and if you do daddy will play you a song! Isn’t that right daddy?” She said looking at Ricky who didn’t know what to say.

“I don’t think Santa likes my music.” He said with a smile that still made my knees weak. Suddenly the impatient man dressed as an elf told us to look towards the camera and we all smiled as the sudden flash of the camera, we slowly got up and picked up the girls going towards the parking lot.

                  I sat on the floor with Raven who was busy trying to unravel herself from the garland she managed to wrap herself in. I watched Lilith and Ricky get the ornaments out of the package,

“Want to put the garland up now?” I asked Ricky

“But Raven’s tangled in it.” He replied pointing at Raven who was contently staring at him.

“Let’s try this: get up and go over to one side of the tree.” I said quickly picking up Raven and going to the other side of the tree,

“Hold out your hands!” I said tucking the end of the garland in the tree than holding Raven out for Ricky. He caught on and wrapped the garland around and held out Raven; I gasped to get her to giggle. As we handed her back and forth the other would gasp and her loud laugh would ring through the house. Lilith ran over to the tree as soon as the garland was stung and placed an ornament on the tree and handed another one to Ricky who placed it high on the tree. As we kept going and going, covering the tree with ornaments Lilith and Raven looked very weary, trying their best to stay awake. I looked around for the tree topper but to no avail I thought it was lost; till I saw Raven coddling the eye of Sauron tree topper,

“Raven,” I said which instantly brought her to her feet; walking towards me, “May I see the tree topper?”

She shook her head no tightening her grip around it.

“Darling we need to put it on the tree!”Ricky said and she immediately shook her head, not wanting to part with it. I slowly grabbed it from her hands which brought her to tears. It hurt to listen to but I knew she was just tired and teething. I placed it up on the tree and her tears we covered with a loud whine which made both me and Ricky upset. He quickly picked her up and walked about with her, his hand rubbing comfortingly on her back as her tears wouldn’t stop. She buried her face in the crook of his neck as he lightly hummed to her. I picked Lilith up who was surprisingly asleep on the couch and walked to her bedroom tucking her in bed for a nap.

                 I walked back out and heard Raven screaming out in pain which I know was hurting Ricky’s feelings to hear. He sat down in the recliner which we also use as our sort of rocking chair. I heated up a bottle of breast milk and handed it to Ricky, along with a burp cloth. He placed it near her face and she obliged, quickly drinking the milk as her eyes struggled to stay open. Ricky quietly sung a song that could make her go to sleep,

“I saw your eyes convincing, I saw everything that night. You were the quiet actress, A flawed masterpiece.” He sung quietly to her making her slowly stop drinking and falling asleep, “So cold our darkest days, Sleepless our darkest nights. Line after line but love is... Forever.”

Alan Ashby smut!

Winglessturtleee asked: “Could I have an Alan Ashby smut? Ok so you are talking about how good your ex-boyfriend’s sex was to make him mad. So he gets really dominate and all that good stuff.

A/N: okay this is my first imagine I am posting! Hope you like it! Everyone loves some good wholesome smut in the morning!

            I sat on the couch flipping through channels as Alan lightly strummed on his guitar, making music for the new album. I watched his fingers move about the guitar like it was something so easy to do. I took in a deep, sudden breath trying to keep my feelings locked away so he wouldn’t notice. He laughed and kept playing his guitar

“What’s so funny?’ I questioned defensively, making him chuckle some more

“You’re trying so hard to get me to stop working on this to working on you!” he said calmly. I didn’t know what else to say so I stormed off into the foyer. I thought of something to say before he would ‘win’ the argument,

“You know, I always thought Derrick was better!” I shouted going up the stairs; I heard the strumming stop and the whole house went silent. I stood at the top of the stair case waiting for him to come to my ‘aid’. There was no Alan to be found; I tried once more,

“Mmm, Derrick you’re the best!” I moaned out going to the bedroom, closing the door behind me. I climbed up onto our bed and rocked it back and forth to agitate Alan. Quickly the door busted open and Alan stood at the bedside seething with rage,

“Sorry, I think Derrick’s sex had gotten the best of me-” I said and Alan quickly grabbed my waist and dragged me across the bed to him. He quickly and roughly pulled my pajama pants down, left with his sweatshirt and underwear. I pulled off the sweatshirt leaving me only in my underwear. He gently stroked me through the thin fabric. I moaned out in agony as his touch quickly went away, “Go to the top near the bed frame.” He said sternly, I did as I was told. He straddled my waist and quickly grabbed something from his bedside drawer. I felt a firm grip around my wrist. I looked up in wonder as to what it may be; silver handcuffs. I felt his weight shift off of me and I watched as he walked over to his drawer and took one of his ties he wore to an awards show. He came back over and wrapped it around my eyes tightly tying it, my hair getting caught in the knot. I felt the weight shift to where my legs were; quickly my panties were gone and suddenly something entered me. I felt a vigorous vibration in the pit of my stomach; I gasped at the sudden movement. I gripped hold of the bed frame as Alan leaned in near my ear, “Does that feel good, you slut?” He murmured feverishly close to my ear. I slammed the chains against the frame as he pulled the vibrator in and out of me. My legs began to shake as I felt one of Alan’s calloused fingers rubbed harshly at my clitoris. “Don’t do it!” He whispered into my ear. I bit down on my lip to do what I was told. He quickly set the vibrator to the maximum point of vibration. I arched my back as he did everything in his power to do what he just said not to. I felt my orgasm hit me like a train. I gripped the bars of the frame once more as my orgasm was euphoric and caused me to shiver under his touch. He slowly removed the vibrator and the left loop of the handcuff. He gripped my waist and flipped me over, quickly tightening the handcuff on the bed frame once more. He propped me up at the waist down and his index and middle finger circled around my entrance. I felt his member slowly and gently push into me. I felt him fill me up completely then quickly pulled out. He slammed into me more and more, sending the bed frame to slam against the wall. I tried break free of the chains but to no avail I was still there. His pace grew quicker and quicker and I soon knew he was almost close to releasing. My mind was hazy and all I could do was feel his member harshly pushing in and pulling of me. Suddenly he slammed into me so hard, it sent him over the edge spilling inside of me. His finger nails dug into my hips as I screamed out in pleasure. He collapsed next to me and slowly untied the tie around my eyes, “Was that better than Derrick’s?” He managed to muster out of breath. “Absolutely.” I panted. He slowly removed my handcuffs and I watched as he threw on a pair of baggy shorts and he tossed a tee shirt and panties in my face, “Come on and get dressed!” He said; I obliged and but the clothes on running back down the stairs. I walked into the living room and saw four figures sitting on the sofa and recliner. I jumped up in sudden terror then I suddenly realized it was just the guys, “Hey while you guys were upstairs having a ball we decided to order pizza so you might want to get some before I eat it all.” Tino announced “You mean two balls?” Phil said and all the guys laughed. I picked up a sofa pillow and threw it at him to get him to stop. Alan came down stairs after probably listening to the debacle in the room, “Guys stop making fun! (Y/N) was just frustrated and I needed to help her!” Alan smirked at his own response, “God I hate you guys.” I mumbled walking to the kitchen “We love you too!” Aaron shouted out. ‘Nothing is private with these guys’ I thought to myself as a pulled a slightly cold slice of pizza out of the box.

What stories may you have up soon?

I might have one up soon, stay tuned ~ fair warning, it might be a little sad, but no matter! :) -Hadley

*drum roll* and the official new admin is?... *everyone looks at you*

We want to get more than one submission so no one yet *da dum tssk*

yo.

If you want to be a part of the blog, it would be nice to deliver your imagine before monday to either hadley or me :) 

I wish to meet the possible new admin!

me too anon, me too....

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SUBMIT A STORY AND WE MIGHT PICK YOU :))) the fact that we only got one imagine so far also helps your chances haha