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JOSE MOSTAJO ONE SHOT - ALRIGHT

//This one shot was suggested by an anon, and can I just say that this really hits home for me. And I guess that's why I felt like I should upload this as soon as I could. Thank you to the anon, I hope I've made you proud and I really do hope you like it. I love you, remember that. Also! Thank you to everyone who has been reading these. I really do hope they make your day. I know that making this blog was the best decision ever, even if it meant leaving my other one. Now, I have the pleasure of talking to you all and reading all your comments.

  With love and peace,

@DMFImagines a.k.a @JoseImagines a.k.a @dirtyhipstur//

Her trembling hand touched the blade. She didn't know what to do anymore, it was just an addiction. Something snowballing into something bigger and soon, she knew it would control her life. There were silent tears down her face as her fingers twisted the little silver piece of metal. She laughed humourlessly, how could such a small piece of metal cause such an unhealthy addiction? It was pathetic she told herself, yet it still happened. She made sure the door was locked one more time, before sitting down on the edge of the bathtub. Rolling up her sleeves, she took the blade and tried her best to slide it in a straight line across her skin with her violently shaking hands. 

Her eyes were watering even more. Why does she do this? She asked herself the question daily, but it was always the same reply. 

She was pathetic. 

Slash. 

Not pretty enough. 

Slash. 

Too clingy. 

Slash. 

Needy and dependent. 

Slash. 

Not smart enough. 

Slash. 

He didn't deserve her. 

Slash.

Countless reasons caused her to cut even more. She even cut in a pattern, something she sometimes did. Pressing toilet paper against her bloody arms, she stripped out of her clothes and turned the shower on. Stepping under the cold spray, she watched as the water turned a murky red colour, littered with the bloody she was excreting from her arms. Her eyes were glazed and numb, no idea what to think anymore. She washed her hair as best as she could with the limp arms and when the bleeding had stopped, she stepped out and wrapped a black towel around her. This way, no one could tell unless the immersed the towel to soak. There were knocks on the door, making her jump. 

"Babe? Are you in there?" it was José. A wave of guilt instantly ran through her, she had promised to be truthful about everything, but here she was lying. 

"Uh yeah! I just had a shower!" she said, using the white lies as her shield. 

"Alright, just come out soon because I need to shower too!" he said light heartedly and her stomach dropped. 

"Okay!" she replied, trying to return his cheery tone with her own but she couldn't bring herself to. She hastily grabbed her towel and started wiping the remaining blood from the bathtub with pieces of toilet paper, flushing them down. She looked at herself in the mirror, why does she do this? She asked herself again. Shaking her head, she wiped the last remaining tears from her eyes and made sure there was not a spot of blood anywhere. She unlocked the door slowly, making sure her sleeves were down before swinging the wooden door open. There, José was standing there.

"Hey babe." he said, leaning down and giving her a quick peck on the lips.

"Hey José." she replied and they both went their separate ways. She walked quickly to her room, not looking up to make eye contact and rather just sending a small wave to David and Ricky. Closing the door, she sat down on her bed and rolled up her sleeves. The bleeding had stopped, but the ugly scars were making her cry. They looked better when they were bleeding, she thought to herself.

José sighed, she was surely acting weird towards him and just then was definitely weird. He stepped into the bathroom and closed the door, looking around cautiously. There was something definitely fishy about her behaviour, and he wanted to get to the bottom of this. He scanned the bathroom, making sure to look in every single space. He inspected the bathtub, the shower, the bathroom cabinets and sinks, but nothing. He looked for any signs but he couldn't find any. He sighed, leaning against the wall and staring blankly at the stone bench which the sink was in. What was she hiding? There always seemed to be a numb glaze over her eyes and he knew there was definitely something up with her. He'll never know what she'll never tell him, but he'll always see what he'll never show her, right?

A silver object caught his attention. Looking at it, the edge was red. It was a razor blade, it wasn't hard to identify. There was fresh blood, and the bin by the side was littered with tissues that had been stained red with blood. Of course, this was something she was hiding. He opened the door and stormed towards her door. Why was she hiding something like this? Did she think he wouldn't find out sooner or later? He was scared of losing her, why couldn't she see that? He opened her door without warning and she visibly jumped, pulling down her sleeves in one swift motion. He stalked towards her, kneeling down in front of her and watched her hide her face in shame. Slowly, he gingerly rolled up her sleeves and revealed the fresh red incisions that had caused her temporary pain with the sadistic feeling of control. He took her hands in his and looked right at her.

"Why?" one word was enough to make her completely break down into sobs. She cried, heaving and sobbing with no words to explain how much it actually hurt. He stood up, sitting down next to her and pulling her into him. He wrapped his arms around her and pulled her in close to sit her on his lap. Her arms snaked around his neck and she cried into his neck, the tears soaking the collar of his shirt.

"I'm a monster, José." she mumbled and he shook his head.

"No love, you're beautiful. You don't need this scars decorating your wrists." he replied, making her sob even heavier. She cried, but all he could do was sit and listen. It had all come out, she had admitted it without directly saying so.

"I'm just fucked, José." she stated, wiping her eyes and refusing to show any more weakness in front of him. It was embarassing, but he grabbed her arm and ran his thumb over her forearm.

"No darling, you're not." he promised her, looking at the various mix of white and red lines that littered the space of her forearm.

"But your wrists are for bracelets, okay? Let's keep it that way." he said, kissing a white line. Her breath hitched in her throat, watching him as he accepted them. She always thought he would be repulsed by them, think of her as some disgusting monster that can't even control her mind.

"And I'll be there for you, okay? I'll take care of you, I promise." he said, looking her right in the eye. She knew he meant what he said, there was that determined glimmer in his eyes that said that he would stay true to his word. She nodded, sure that he only said that to make her promise. He sent her a smile.

"Now let's start by throwing out your razor blades, okay?" he suggested, sounding somewhat excited. She couldn't help but feel giddy. She nodded, standing up and he wrapped an arm around her.

"And from here, everything is gonna be alright, okay?" he assured her and she nodded again, resting her head on his shoulder.

"I love you." he murmured, making sure she knew.

"I love you too." she replied almost instantly and they made their way to the bathroom.

And for once, she knew everything was going to be alright.

Alright.

[lost-1n-stere0]

RICKY FICARELLI ONE SHOT - REMEMBER ME

//For @emilydelilahhhh, a little request from @ketchup1D for you. I hope you enjoy this as much as I did writing this. Have a good night!

  With love and peace,

@DMFImagines a.k.a @JoseImagines a.k.a @dirtyhipstur//

She walked down the block, her hands in her pockets. 

In reality though, it was her one year anniversary but what was the point in celebrating if the other half wasn't here? To her, it was heart breaking but not the end of the world. It was just another day, nothing unusual, or so she thought. 

"NO RICKY COME BACK HERE BEFORE YO-" There was a loud voice but she didn't have time to hear the rest of it. She was bowled over by someone crashing into her. Emily groaned, feeling some hardcore bruises coming on. She opened her eyes and they almost popped out of her head. Ricky smiled sheepishly, embarrassed of himself. 

"Oh, hey babe." he said bashfully. 

"what are you doing here?" she asked, gobsmacked. He wasn't expected back in town for a while because of tour, but yet he was here. 

"We had to come back for something important." José said, coming out from around the corner with David. 

"Yeah, it's top secret." David added and they laughed. "Hey Emily." David acknowledged, but she was just even more confused. Ricky couldn't help but laugh at her expression, her eyebrows were furrowed, her eyes were tight and her bottom lip was slightly sticking out. He took this as an opportunity to pull her onto her feet. His arm snaked around her waist and he pulled her in, planting a long kiss on her lips. 

"We've gotta go, but I'll call you later okay?" he asked and she nodded reluctantly. She did want them to leave, but they had to do whatever they needed to do first. 

"Don't worry babe, I'll make it up to you later." he promised, whispering into her ear. She nodded, pressing her lips to the corner of his. 

"okay, see you soon." she said and he had disappeared, already way ahead within a blink of a second. Emily sighed. Of course he doesn't remember, she thought sadly. Or that was what she thought. 

Emily was sat in her room. She was still waiting on a call from Ricky, but she doubted that it would be coming. After all, he was probably super busy. She was in her pajamas, ready for an early night when the doorbell went off. She sighed, annoyed and stood up hastily to get the door. She ripped it open aggravated and went to glare at the person in front, but she couldn't. Within a second, her expression went from annoyed to surprised. 

"What are you doing here?" she asked, not believing. 

"I didn't want to call because I wanted to see you, babe." he replied, making her blush. He smiled at her, making her smile back too.

"now come on, go get changed. I have somewhere to take you." he said and she nodded, still unsure. She did as she was told anyway and walked in, letting him wait inside and out of the cold while she changed into something that wasn't pajamas. They were soon on their way, and even though she kept asking where they were going, he wouldn't tell her. He was good at resisting the puppy dog face too, believe it or not.

"We're here." he said, squeezing their interlaced fingers together. She looked up to see an ordinary house. She was confused, but she knew she had to give it a chance. Ricky opened her door and lead her down the hall of the house with her yes covered. Once the cold air hit her again, he opened her eyes.

"Surprise." he whispered into her ear. She gasped out loud. 

The whole yard was decorated with twinkling fairy lights, lanterns and candles. There was a table for two in the corner and José and David were standing by a tree with guitars. Emily was speechless, but she couldn't wipe the ridiculous smile off her face. 

"This is amazing, babe!" was all she could say. He chuckled, spinning her around to face him. He leant down so their noses were touching with his hair brushing and tickling her forehead. 

"Happy one year anniversary, Emily." he murmured. His arms snaked around her waist and she knew what was coming. 

"Happy one year, my mop." she said, calling him by the personal joke. He smiled, pressing his lips onto hers and kissing her. 

He remembered. 

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JOSÉ MOSTAJO ONE SHOT - Give Me Love

//This one shot is pretty extreme, it features a bit of er, abuse so if you don't do well with those things, I don't recommend reading it. But if the fact that Jose is in this makes it all better, then go ahead! I hope you enjoy, Kiwi helped me come up with most of the plot so thanks Kiwi! I guess Marionette by KTK around the beginning Iris (the original by the Goo Goo Dolls) around the end of the oneshot goes pretty well with this, so please listen to that while you read this! 

Hope you enjoy this, xxx//

It was a Thursday night. José threw down the pencil, staring at the empty cup of coffee to his left. It has just passed 11pm and there was serious work to be done. Of course David and Ricky had gone to sleep, they were too tired to wait for her to come home.

And by her, they meant the lucky girl that didn't know how he felt about her. She was always out with this reckless boyfriend that made José worry himself sick about her. Tonight was no different, she got a call and was out the door looking worried. He wishes there was something he could do, but there was nothing. He stared blankly into the space in front of him, wondering where she was now. She usually says that he was getting "loose" and it had gone terribly wrong, that's why she had gone to his aid. But too many times, there were excuses.

He jumped, the door slammed shut and echoed through the house. There were hurried footsteps echoing on the wooden floors and he heard them coming closer. Panicked, he pretends that he's working hard on what's in front of him, but he's just waiting for her to go into her room so he can check on her. Once the door clicked, he stood up. Brushing his clothes, he took a deep breath and made his way to her room. The thing about her door was that since it was old, it always seemed to open and leave a crack big enough to see into her room without being noticed. He stood around the corner and just watched.

She sighed, throwing herself onto the bed face first. She was sick at tired of the games he was playing. Was it so hard to just have a healthy relationship without your own boyfriend getting smashed off his face before the weekend? It was her that picked up the pieces of everything he broke, even if it meant cuts on her hand from the broken glass. Sometimes, she knows he's doing more harm than good for her, but she can't bring herself to do so.

Until tonight.

Tonight, she realized how much of a monster he was. She silently sobbed, thinking about the eventful night. First, a drunk call from him. It wasn't the usual "I love you and if you love me back, you'll come and get me", it was more of the abusive, "you're worthless and you should know that". At first, she didn't think much of it. It was her drunk boyfriend, for crying out loud. She knew it should hurt, but it didn't. All she could do was sigh and bolt out the door, numb and immune to the pain she was meant to be feeling. But instead, she held nothing but hate and despised the foolish boy she called her boyfriend.

She got to the location and he was out the front, a cigarette in his mouth and he was blowing out smoke. He had his hands in his pockets and he looked as shit as usual. It wasn't something out of the ordinary for him, he was always like this. He spat the cigarette out and stepped on it, crushing the remaining tobacco under his snakeskin shoes. He made his way to the car and she just watched, her jaw tight as she watched him stumble towards her rickety second-hand car. He slammed the door shut, making the old car shake as she started the engine again. Silence ate them up and he refused to turn the radio on.

"Took your fucking time." he finally said with disgust, breaking the silence.

"Yeah, because driving here is a pain in the ass." she retorted, fed up with his behaviour. The way he took her for granted, she wished there was a way around it. His hand slammed down onto the dashboard, the loud slap echoing through the small space of the car but she didn't jump. She didn't cringe or let her eyes dilate with old fear, she was used to this. She just ignored his stare and kept driving, her knuckles turning white with the death grip on her steering wheel. He sighed loudly, annoyed and leaned back into the passenger seat.

She knew she had to get out of this, but she was scared of the consequences. She had decided too long ago that there was nothing left for him except hate and disgust. Hating your own boyfriend, hating your own life that he leads. Feeling jealousy and envy of other people with happy relationships, longing for what she could see herself having when she see's the one person. She sighed internally and swallowed. She had to drink the fear and face up to this monster next to her, he was ruining her life. He was smoking again, the windows down and making the car shake and let the cold wrap around her. She pulled into the driveway of the shady looking apartment block he lived at. He sat there, looking at her expectantly.

"Well?" He asked, demanding silently that she come out and escort him home.

"We're fucking done." was all she said. He chuckled as if it was the funniest joke he had ever heard.

"That's what you think, sweetie." he replied and she shook her head.

"That's what I know, you asshole. I'm not your marionette." her expression was stone as the words poured out from her red lips and he was shocked, it was in his face. And within a split second, his hand was up and about to hit her face. But of course she knew this was coming. Her hand came up and her arm was in the way, blocking her face.

"You touch me, you're in trouble." she reminded him, her sickly sweet lips teasing him and he grunted in disapproval. He lit another cigarette and she tried her best to refrain from glaring at him. He opened the door and looked right at her.

"You see this cigarette?" he asked rhetorically, pointing to the little white stick. "You're going to burn like it once you realize how big of a mistake this is. You're gonna miss me when I'm gone." he smirked and she gritted her teeth.

"I'll sleep when I'm dead, mother fucker." she spat and he got out, slamming the door behind him. He walked towards the building, but then stopped and turned around to face her.

"GO TO HELL, SLUT!" he yelled loud enough to wake the whole building. There was nothing she could do, provoking him was too risky. So she started the engine and rolled down the window, sticking her hand out the window.

"My middle finger salutes you, asshole. Shalom!" she replied, making sure her voice was loud enough to be heard by others who may have woken by his voice. She peeled out the driveway and onto the road, fleeing down the street before he could snap out of his daze and chase after her.  He was too drunk to act quick enough anyway.

Both windows were down, the wind whipping her face and making her hair lash her neck. She turned the radio, drowning out the sound of the city as she made her way home as fast as she could. She needed to get home and collapse before she did so in the car. She was ecstatic, over the moon, hysterical. He was finally gone. But she knew that he wouldn't stop there if he could remember tonight despite the amount he had drunk. Her life wasn't perfect, but why did it have to be so messed? Tears prickled her eyes, everything was so complicated. With no reason, she felt weak. She knew she shouldn't, but she did. It was hard, she had spent her last few months fearing the unknown wrath of a man she didn't love, and now she was free. What was she to do now?

She cut the engine and ran up the porch, locking her car as she hurried herself inside. Her heels clicked against the wooden floor and she walked, seeing the light streaming through the dark room behind a vaguely closed door. She knew it was him and as much as she wanted to see his brown eyes and tousled hair one more time tonight, she knew she couldn't. It was just too hard for her. She hurried into her room and closed the door. She kicked off the high heels and stripped out of the leather jacket and skinny jeans. She covered herself with sweatpants and exchanged her tight singlet for one of his shirts. She brought it up to her face, inhaling the scent that had permanently mingled itself into the fabric before slipping the oversized shirt on. As low as it sounds, she always "borrowed" one of his shirts to sleep in every time she did everyone's laundry. He didn't seem to notice he had a shirt missing, but it would always come back to him just in case he got suspicious. And instead, she took a different shirt of his. It was the only way she could sleep anymore, surrounded in his scent. She sighed, it was hard for her to feel so close, yet so far away. Walking over to the bed, she let herself fall face first into the mattress. She didn't have the energy to move herself over, it was just too much effort for her emotionally and physically drained self to muster. Tears fell from her eyes, what was she to do now? There was no one controlling her life  now, but no one to love her or at least tell her they did. Freedom came with a price, but she was sure it was worth it. It was hard for her, but she had to get through it somehow. She was vaguely aware of the door creaking open, but she just ignored it. If they wanted something, they would say something.

José cautiously made his way next to her, kneeling down by her side of the bed. She looked so distressed, but he couldn't help but notice she was wearing a different shirt of his. He smiled silently.

"I see you're wearing my shirt." he said, trying to lighten the mood. All she did was nod and he frowned. He didn’t want to beat around the bush, but he didn't want to be too blunt when asking what was wrong.

"Is there anything I can do to help you feel better?" he asked, cautious of her reaction. She looked up at him, her eyes were bloodshot and puffy.

"Lie with me, next to me. Hold me, whatever. I just need to feel loved, even if it's temporary and fake." she whispered hoarsely and he obliged immediately. A chance to hold her close, he wouldn't pass that up. She shuffled over and he laid down, pulling her into his side. He pulled the covers over them and his arms wrapped around her. Her head was buried in his chest. "I've just wanted to feel loved. And now he's gone, José. There's no one else to tell me they love me." she cried weakly and José was shocked and over the moon at the same time. He was ecstatic she had broken up with the no-good douchebag of her boyfriend, but she didn't surely think that no one loved her, right? She rolled over, looking at the ceiling blankly.

"But I love you, darling." he replied, kissing her forehead.

"Not that way though. I want the movie kind of love, the real one." she confessed and he pulled her in closer, the side of her pressing into his.

"But that's the way I would love you if you gave me a chance. That no good scumbag didn't know how to love you, I do. Please love, see me." he pleaded, his voice was quiet. She sighed and he frowned to himself. Did she not see how much she meant to him?

"Hold me tighter, José, don't let me go." she murmured sleepily. He grinned, kissing the tip of her exposed shoulder gently.

He shifted so her back was pressed up against his torso. Their legs were entwined and he wrapped his arms around her waist. Her hands came up and they laced their fingers together. He could smell her hair, the faint stink of cigarettes laced into the exotic smell of her shampoo. A smile crept onto his face, he was finally holding her in his arms.

"I'll never let you go, darling." he promised, murmuring against her skin as his lips brushed the exposed skin of her neck.

"Ever."

[teninthebed15]

So, i've been following these guys for a while now. Recently lots of things have been happening for them (with Troy leaving and Jose, Ricky and David moving out of LA to concentrate more on music, i think, its all a bit of a mystery at the moment, but i know they will tell us when they're ready). 

Anway, these boys are amazing musicians and i'll continue to follow them for a long time i'm sure. Their videos always make me smile and their talent is awesome!! Apart from being great musicians their love for their fans is what stands out a lot. They are always trying to respond and have relationships with their fans. It means so much (to me anyway) that they take the time out of their days to be so thoughtful and caring towards their fans, and thats probably why they have such a strong fan base. 

I want to wish them great success. They're amazing and they really do deserve it!! 

So this video i wanted to share (again) because its probably one of my favourite covers from them!! So if you get the chance make sure to check out their videos!!! You won't disappointed!! And hopefully one day i'll be able to see them live in Australia, maybe even get the chance to meet them...

-C :)

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Disney Love (An Imagine for @Reese_Allstar)

   It was almost the end of summer and you went out to California to stay with your Aunt and Uncle for 2 weeks. Pretty much the rest of summer. You had so many ideas of places you wanted to go and things you wanted to do. It was your first time ever to California.

   As soon as you arrived to your Aunt and Uncles house you settled right in to your room. You decided to skip unpacking and head out to the beach for a little. It was amazing how your Aunt and Uncle lived right on the beach.

   As you headed out to the beach, you noticed a group of boys that looked about your age. You kinda hoped you would make friends while you were there so you would have people to hangout with. You immediately spot one of the guys in the group. He was so attractive. You couldn't help but stare for a little. Continuing your walk down the beach you kept thinking about that guy. Should you have said hi? Would he have said hi if he noticed you? Should you go back? All different questions kept popping into your head.

   After walking for a while you decided to head back because you had only just arrived and still had to unpack. As you scanned the water for any cute surfers you noticed a volleyball game going on. Ofcourse! There's the attractive guy again. This time playing volleyball and looking even more attractive.

   You decided to stick around a little longer hoping their game would end soon and it did. You decided to go up to him and say hi. You quickly walked towards him but you weren't fast enough some other girl had stepped in. Not realizing some other guy walking over you were surprised to hear him.

   "Heyy, I'm Ricky, are you new around here? I've never seen you before?"

   "I'm here visiting my Aunt and Uncle, I'm Reese" you say with a soft smile

   "Well Reese would you like to hangout sometime with me and some of my friends?"

   "Sure, I kind of have to go but here's my number" Really quickly you write your number on his hand and jog away yelling Bye.

   You get back to the house and unpack. It didn't take long before Ricky called. You were kind of sad still thinking about how you didn't talk to that other guy. You answer the phone and talk for a few minutes. Getting right to the point Ricky asked you to join him and a few friends later that night. They were going to Disneyland. Ofcourse you couldn't pass that up, I mean its Disney!

   Ricky ended the call telling you he would pick you up at 5. You quickly ran and talked to your Aunt who was extremely happy you already made some friends. She surprisingly gave you her permission. It being 3 o'clock already you run to your room to start getting ready. What if the cute guy is there? now you really had to look good.

   After almost 2 hours of getting ready it was just about 5 o'clock. You sat in the living room and waited. The more you waited the more nervous you became. Next thing you know the doorbell rang making you jump a little. You opened the door, said goodbye to your Aunt and Uncle and left. You opened the door to the car and saw the extremely attractive guy sitting there! Ofcourse there was another person in the front and someone else in the back. You took your seat in the car and started to blush.

   "Hey I'm Jose" the super attractive guy said as you smiled.

   "I'm Reese" you answered trying not to turn to red.

   As everyone in the car was talking and having different conversations, Jose decided to talk to you! You talked almost the whole way there and got to know a little about each other. As you entered the park you all smiled and cheered.

   You guys start out going on some rides. You didn't wanna admit that you were scared but you hated rollercoasters. They all decided to go on and you said you would wait cause there was an uneven amount of people. Excuse number 1 was a success. Once you got to the next ride they wouldn't take no for an answer. You had to tell them you were scared. After telling them Jose grabbed your hand and dragged you on line.

   "Just try it, this one is a small ride. I promise its not bad and I'll be right here to protect you ok?" he said in the most calming voice.

   How could you say no to him!? you just couldn't. "Sure" you said.

   When you finally get on the ride you grab hold of his hand, squeezing it. You realized after you were probably cutting off the circulation in his hand. The ride only lasted like 2 minutes and the whole time you were holding onto Jose.

   You got off the ride and realized it wasn't that bad. You still didn't really want to do many rides so you let the others go on some rides and watched. You still had a ton of fun laughing and going on the smaller rides with them. Finally it was getting late you decided to get something to eat and watch the fireworks. Jose decided to sit next to you and talked to you almost the whole time.

   As the fireworks went off you watched. You loved fireworks and occasionally you would look away to see Jose glancing over at you. Making eye contact a few times you two just smiled at each other and continued watching.

   The night had sadly come to an end. You all got back in Ricky's car and left. When they arrived at your house Jose offered to walk you to the door. You walk to the door and Jose grabs your hand pulls you close but only kisses you on the cheek. You smile and start to blush and he hands you a piece of paper with his number on it.

   "I think you're really cute, goodnight Reese" he whispers with a charming smile and then walks back to the car.