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Be a d*ck to your freelancer? I'll have your job.

(warning: long story)

Backstory:

This happened about 3 years ago. I was still in college for digital marketing (like advertising and graphic design). Since I had no time to work even a part time job, I would do some freelance graphic design in the little time I had. Mainly in the later hours of the night, I would still answer emails during the day though. It was good money, a couple hundred here and there, but it wasn’t enough. The company that ran the cafeteria in my school went through bankruptcy and I was taken off our 21-meals-a-week plan. I had to resort to putting (very) small ads in the newspaper and started looking for more jobs online rather than posting a listing on Craigslist as I previously had. I got a few good jobs, everything seemed great at this point.

Then the fatal night happened. I received an email at about 10:45 at night. It was mid-week so it was a bit odd for someone to be emailing me this late, especially since I had school the next day and they probably had work. Right off the bat I had a sketchy feeling about this, as the subject was “I need an ad made” and the message was “Ok?”. As per usual, I respond right away asking for more details. He said he had ran a custom shower company and he wants me to Photoshop a picture, add text and then format it for billboard printing.

He sends me the image and it’s a “custom” shower with two shower heads that are on. He wants me to remove one of the heads. I tell him that it will be difficult due to the fact the streams are crossing. He replies with “So? Just f*cking do it.” I finish the ad for him and I’m about to watermark it so I can send him a final copy then request payment. Then I realize that it’s already f*cking watermarked, faintly in the corner by another shower company, and it doesn’t match his. This douchebag motherf*cker stole a picture from another local company.

I tell him that I won’t do the ad because he’s using a copyrighted picture, and that I can replace it and keep the text. He “rages” and claims that he took the photo with his phone earlier that week. At this point I have better things to be doing, so I block his emails, as they were getting to be harassment.

Fast forward two weeks.

I get a call from an unknown number saying that I f*cked up and that he just paid another designer “big bucks” for the same job. These calls continue over the next week and I just start ignoring them.

Here’s where something magical happens. He starts texting me, but it’s with his actual f*cking number. I think he tried to *67 me, but it doesn’t work through texting. This will come back to bite him in the ass when we get to the revenge part.

Here’s where the revenge comes in:

After the semester ends, I decide to drive around 2 hours to visit my parents for the week I have between the semesters. While I’m driving on the freeway I see something familiar. It’s the photo the guy wanted me to make into an ad for him on a billboard. Then I realize that the ad on the billboard is for HIS F*CKING COMPANY, although he clearly didn’t hire another designer. It looks as if he made it in MSPaint. I get off at the next exit so I can get a few pictures and write down the location.

When I get back from my parents’ house, I immediately start up my computer and try to get into contact with the company who owns the photo. I send them the pictures and location along with his emails. They thank me and I happily go to bed.

Fast forward a month.

I get a call on a Saturday morning saying that the company who owns the photo needed me to come in to their offices to discuss a few things. Turns out that they ended up filing a lawsuit over the copyright issue as he still claimed it to be his photo.

The judge told me while I was in court (as a witness) that I would be able to file for harassment and get a restraining order. Normally I wouldn’t care, but the harassment would go on his record.

Because of all the legal fees, his company went under. I later found out that he tried to start up another company of similar sorts but he would have to tell his employees of his harassment charge. That company went under as well because he couldn’t find anyone to work for him.

Get f*cked.

sedquime  asked:

You said Real!Ciel wants to take revenge on Our'Ciel because he stole evrething from him, In ch.129 Real!Ciel Said "There is no need to worry anymore. I'll never leave your side again." Is he making fun of Our!Ciel? Or he really means it? Like I can't understand his intention…

I don’t think the twin meant these words in a nice brotherly way. The “I’ll never leave your side again” even kinda sounds like a threat. ;^^ I mean, just a few hours before he was at the townhouse, let Agni be killed and left this message on the wall:

The twin clearly doesn’t seem to have good intentions. To him it must seem like our Ciel stole everything from him while he himself ‘died’ in that cult. Maybe he’s even being manipulated by Bravat’s sect. So now it seems like the twin wants to reclaim what he thinks is rightfully his and wants to make our Ciel suffer. 

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the one that came back

w.c. just above 4.7k | angst + fluff + a piece of my heart | kept thinking about choco / @choco-seventeen when writing this bc i remember reading somewhere that she loves woozi fics

Sometimes, there’s a song you don’t listen to for a while.  It just manages to escape you, to float away. You don’t go and search for it either. It just is, at that point.  And, when you stumble upon it again, by some chance of fate, it’s like hearing the song anew.  It’s not as you remember, because your memory is dusty.  The lyrics still come naturally in spite of the rust, however.  The meaning associated with the song, the memories, they all come flooding back. The song is yours again.

He was that song.

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I Lost A Friend

This isn’t my usual tickle-related content, so just be weary of that. But it is something I’d like people to read. So please, give it your time.

Today, seeing as it’s just past midnight, is the 5 year anniversary of the death of one of my closest friends. He was only 21. I remember getting the phone call one random day at Uni. Another friend, informing me of the details. He sounded like he didn’t know how to tell me. I don’t think I knew how to react. I just said “thank you”. I sat there in my room all day. Just sitting. I kept thinking “why am I not crying? Why am I not screaming?”. I felt awful, like I didn’t care. Of course I was just in shock. I hadn’t processed it. But I’ll never forget feeling awful for not immediately breaking down. After a few hours it hit me. And trust me, I broke down then. I’m not typically an emotional guy, but I was then. I couldn’t stop sobbing.
A few weeks later I went back home for his stone-setting. I met with his family. Gave them some pictures of us. We shared good memories and grieved together. I can see the look on his 7-year old sisters face now. Like she didn’t understand why all the adults were sad. Like she was concerned about us. It was devastating for his family and I felt so helpless to do anything. I felt like my even being there reminded them of their son. Of what they lost.
Then that night some of our friends went camping in his memory. He loved to camp. He always said it was funny because he was gay and was “the campest man for many reasons!”. We sat there and reminisced into the early hours. We argued at one point, about some trivial detail, fuelled by loss. Like somehow yelling at each other about something that got out of hand helped us to air our issues with life being unfair. It was a good night. We were together.
But more than any of that, what sticks out in my mind is the last time I saw him before he passed away. I had just gotten home from Uni for a week off. We hadn’t talked in a bit cos I’d been away. As I was walking through the train station I saw him. Waiting for someone. He hasn’t seen me. I was already late to meet my family so I just ran around, saying in my own head I’d message him later, catch up with him while I was home. I’d see him soon enough. I didn’t. I didn’t message him. I was always too busy. I didn’t reach out to him because I thought why should I? Let him reach out. Let him do it. I didn’t see him again. I had walked away from my last time seeing him. I never got to tell him how much he impacted me. How much I loved him. How much he meant to me, as a friend, even if we weren’t talking. Today, for every year for the rest of my life, I’ll always remember the time I failed to put aside my own feelings and reach out to someone who was a part of my life. If only to say “Thank you. For making me laugh. Being there for me. Arguing with me. Protecting me. Sharing your life with me. I’m sorry I let my pride and whatever we both did let us drift apart, and that I was a bad friend or you were a bad friend or I did this or you did that it doesn’t fucking matter. It just doesn’t fucking matter. I’m sorry. But thank you”.

Folks, that will haunt me until the day I die. The pain. The memories. Our failings. All of it. It will haunt me.

I know I never ask this of people, but could people reblog this around the community if they read it? Share it as much as you can. Not for my story, but for what I’m about to ask next.

Message someone you haven’t spoken to in a while. Maybe you didn’t speak because of a fight and you’re not talking? Maybe you just let it drift? Maybe you just haven’t found time? Regardless, message them. Even if it’s just to thank them for being part of your life. For being there for the good times and bad. Just tell them “thank you”.

And if you get a little “thank you” messaged to you, consider replying. Think about what it feels like to lose someone. Forever. To have no chance at getting them back in your life. And please do what I failed to do. Put it aside. Just talk. Even if it’s just a catch up. Thank them back. Make the effort.

I’m sorry this wasn’t a more fun thing to read, but thank you for reading. And please please do what I ask. Share it around and take part. I want everyone in the community to be able to do this. Just for today. Just for my friend. Just for a 21-year old lad, who none of you knew, and who never knew how grateful I was for him.
Reach out. Build back bridges. Don’t let it be too late.

Thank you. Both on my behalf, and his.

I’ll Be There - Part 5

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Member: Hoseok

Genre: Angst/Fluff

Word Count: 3066

Summary: You and Hoseok are best friends and just like any story that starts like this, nothing good ever happens. One night when Hoseok is in his drunken state, he says some things that make you reconsider how much worth you actually have in his life.

A/N: I don’t tend to ever proof read my work because it’s too embarrassing so if there are a lot of typos and mistakes, i’m really sorry. I think my next update might be on Sunday because i just have so much going on in December and it’s all just piling up higher than mount everest. Anyways, I hope you guys enjoy Xx 

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“Ready? And 5,6,7,8…bam, bam, bam bam.” Hoseok teaches you the steps to the dance that he choreographed and to be honest, it is actually quite good. There were some off speed moments and those really brought a new character to the whole dance. Not to mention the music. The music is amazing. It’s slow, but not like classical ballroom style. There is some emotion, a story that speaks for itself.

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I'll Show You (Part 6) - Theo Raeken Imagine

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A/N: Sorry for making you guys wait for so long! I’ve been busy with university and had writers block but the wait is over, part 6 is finally here! Idk how I feel about this part, let me know what you think and request for more. Also sorry in advance for any spelling/grammar mistakes etc, it’s unedited.(:

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Note: Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5
Pairing: Theo x Reader
Warning: Cursing, that’s all I think.
Word count: 2078


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My best friend is leaving to study in a strange new country, and while i couldn’t be happier for her, i wonder what this means for me.

I wonder if the next time she fights with her parents, will she think of dropping by my place and getting some muffins with me?
Will she message me the next time she panics or feels that an anxiety attack may freeze her to the bones?
Will she text me with her weird questions, which i always try my very best to answer?
Will she send me dumb jokes, and tag me in the countless memes she so often does?

When i can not deal with the world anymore, would she be there, from a world away?
What about our impromptu new year’s sleepover? When everyone out there was partying and i felt more alone than ever. But she came to the rescue and we ended up talking all night.
What about our plans? She was supposed to be my maid of honour, and the one who would tell every guy i’m with that she will chop his balls off if he hurts me.

I am a crappy cold person who doesn’t do best-friendship too well. She messages me and i reply after 5 hours, she tells me to post here and i promise her to do it next weekend and never get around to it.  But she is my best friend in the world. She knows everything i know, she has been such an incredible person. What would i ever do without my support system?

But then i think of us, and all we have been through in all the years we have known each other. We evolved from two people who were hardly fond of each other to people who would do anything for each other. No, she doesn’t live anywhere near me. No, she wasn’t in the same school as me. We never depended upon our circumstances to be friends, we were best friends despite them. So why would that ever change?

So yes, my best friend is leaving. My incredible beautiful best friend is leaving to go a few thousand miles away from me. My person, my brave little person is gonna go and meet new people and make new friends and study subjects foreign to her. But i’m not scared, all i feel is an incredible amount of pride. After the worst two years of her life, she is going to embark on a lifetime of happiness, and i couldn’t be happier.

Here’s to you. Thank you for brightening up my life. You know i have your back no matter where we are in the world- I’m just a skype call away.

Love,
Your idiot best friend.

—  The beginning of a Long Distance Friendship

“Hi. I’m just calling to check up on you. I was going to come by…but I don’t think you’d want that. I know you’re hurt, but it can’t end like this. I love you and I miss you so much, it’s physically painful–I can’t even sleep. God, I can’t even sleep. It’s four in the morning and I usually go to bed at ten. I know you’re awake at this time because you always stay up late. Please…when you get this message, call me back. I just want to hear your voice if that is all you can give, because I’ll take whatever you will give me.”
Voicemail sent 1/13/2011.

“Hey. Sorry, I didn’t reply in so long. I’ve been very busy. I’m heading South to my parents in a few days because my cousin is getting married. You remember Clara? Yeah, her. I’m not mad at you if that’s what you’re waiting for me to say. If you want, we can meet up at the local cafe when I come back. Take care. ”
Voicemail received, 1/19/2011

“Clara’s getting married? That’s wonderful. Give her my congratulations. And yes, I’ll be waiting for you when you come back. Love you.”
Voicemail sent, 1/20/2011.

“Hey, I was wondering if you were back yet. I miss you, and would like to see you. You looked lovely at the wedding, I saw the pictures you posted. So um…are you free any time soon? ”
Voicemail sent, 2/10/2011

“Hi. I’m free tomorrow. I’ll see you at our usual place at around four p.m.?”
Voicemail received 2/11/2011.

“Yes. Yes, I’ll see you at four. Thank you for trying this again with me. I love you.”
Voicemail sent 2/11/2011.

“I waited for two hours. You didn’t come. Why didn’t you come? I miss you so much, fuck I can’t stay away from you. I just want to make you happy. You make me happy.”
Voicemail sent 2/12/2011

“Okay look, please don’t call me again. I don’t want to do whatever this is. You deserve to be happy, but I’m not the one for you. Go be free.”
Voicemail received 2/13/2011.

“I thought I made you happy? How could you say that? I know we can make things work, I know we can. I can’t live without you. You’re my everything. Please don’t do this. Please don’t cut me off. Just, at least, give me a reason as into why we can’t try this once more.”
Voicemail sent 2/13/2011.

“I don’t love you anymore.”
Voicemail received 2/14/2011.

—  No more voicemails were sent or received.

anonymous asked:

Uhm, hi! Hihi~ I just want to request a Jimin fluff, where you surprised visit him in their fansigning event. Thank you in advance!! Hope you would notice me because I'll get upset if you don't. Jk! Btw, I really love your blog, like seriously! I even downloaded the tumblr app just to see your posts easily and your stories? Oh my god! Your stories are just so jsgjhsdvfkjshd! I always find myself squealing while reading your stories. Keep it up!! Bye /hides/

Originally posted by vminv

You are sooo cute!!! OF COURSE I will reply to you, this filled my heart! Thank you for this cute little message. Here is your Jimin fluff~~ (I hope it’s okay I made it a fan meet instead of a signing!)

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He didn’t know a thing. After the most recent concert they’d had, you were going to visit Jimin at the fan meet. For weeks, you’d been planning this with BTS’ manager. They were on tour, so you’d barely been able to see him for a month.

Only the members knew, and you trusted that they’d keep it a secret from Jimin. All night, you were unable to sleep because of how excited you were that you’d be able to see him soon.

But, what if he wasn’t excited at all? What if he’d be annoyed that you were visiting without asking? 

Stop. There was no way, right? Of course he wouldn’t be upset, you’ve been dating for 2 years now. After getting up from the hotel bed you’d been staying in, you took a shower. You took a quick shower, but it still ended up being around 35 minutes long.

When you were done showering, you brushed on some make up. You wanted to impress him even more than usual. Excitement was fluttering in your stomach, making you not want to eat, so you skipped breakfast.

You finished getting ready, but there was still hours to way for the concert to even begin. Now what? You just had to wait for awhile, and then you’d be able to see Jimin.

The wait was so long. You wanted to see Jimin now, the anxiousness was eating you away. It was so bad you even called their manager to ask when you should be there.

Unable to sit still, you sat idle in your hotel room. You had no texts from anyone at all, no missed calls, no messages on your social media. It was driving you insane with how much you wanted to see Jimin.

You dialed Jimin’s number. He answered on the second ring.

“Hello?” He was panting, sounding tired.

“Did you just finish practicing? Sorry, I’ll-”

“Don’t hang up on me!” He finished for you, and you heard the sound of a door close on the other end of the line. You laughed, and he sighed into the phone.

“I did just finish practice, and I was about to call you. I miss you!” He was definitely pouting. You still loved when he whined to you, it made you feel better about visiting him.

“I miss you too. You’ll be home soon, right?”

“Right, but it’s still a few weeks away.” He groaned loudly, sounding upset.

“Don’t you have a concert tonight? Are you excited for that?” You changed the subject, not wanting to think about the little while away from him you’d have after this visit was over.

“Yeah, I’m so excited. The fans here are always so enthusiastic, it’s really nice.”

“I wish I could see you on stage sometime.” You grinned to yourself, excited that you’d be able to see him soon.

“Me too, me too! I want to see you right now.”

“Mm, me too.” You tried to sound devastated, but you failed. Jimin didn’t seem to notice, so you didn’t feel too bad about your terrible acting.

“Oh, I have to go. I’m going to get hair and make up done.”

“Okay, call me after the fan meet?”

“Of course, love you.” He kissed into the phone, and you felt your cheeks burn.

“I love you too!” He hung up after hearing you say that, and you hung up as well. It wasn’t a long way to wait, so you actually decided to eat breakfast. After finishing up what you’d ordered, you brushed your teeth and left your hotel to take the bus to the venue.

There was already so many fan’s waiting outside, but you skipped around to the back entrance where you promised to meet their manager and get brought inside. He was there just like he’d promised, but you were made to wait in one of the cold hallway’s so that the surprise wasn’t ruined.

The boys went on stage, and you watched from a small television on the wall above you, feeling a little upset you couldn’t be in the crowd or watching from back stage.

A few hours later, the concert had ended, and you hurriedly made your way to where the fansign was held, lining yourself up to be the last in line. Jimin was the last, and he didn’t even know you were there.

It took awhile for the line to start moving, but once it did it went fast. You were already almost to the boys.

When it was your time to meet them, they all raised brows at you and waved inconspicuously. Jimin didn’t notice, as he was still talking with other fans ahead of you and holding their hands as they passed.

You were in front of him while he thanked the fan ahead of you for coming, still not noticing your presence.

Until he looked at you.

His mouth hung open, staring at you with wide eyes. Beside him was Taehyung, who laughed at his expression and hit him on the shoulder.

“Hi,” you took his hand, acting like a simple fan who wasn’t dating him. Jimin’s fingers tightened around yours, and he closed his mouth.

“You are so mean.” He pouted, leaning across with his free hand to ruffle your hair. Fan’s had sat down again, and you were being prodded along by security.

“Mm, I’ll wait for you in the waiting room, okay?” You pulled your hand away, walking towards where you were told to go. Glancing behind you, Jimin was still watching you with the same pout he’d had on the whole time.

The fan meeting ended, and the boy’s one by one filled the room. You turned around to greet them, and were met quickly by Jimin’s arms wrapping around you tightly. You buried your face into his neck, letting him twirl you around a few times.

“Gross, get a room.” You heard some of the boys complain, but neither you nor Jimin seemed bothered by it. He pulled away only to pull you back and kiss you for what seemed like a very short time. Once he pulled away again, you pulled him back to kiss some more.

“I missed you, I missed you, I missed you.” Jimin kept murmuring to you whenever one of you pulled away to breathe in between kisses. He kept his hands firmly on your waist, and you kept your arms wrapped around his neck.

“You sounded like you were at home! That’s so mean, don’t play tricks on me.”

“Hey, you should’ve known how I was feeling, waiting for so long to see you.” You complained back, smiling at his face. He grinned, combing his fingers through his hair.

“You’re so cute, what even…” He held you tighter, this time hiding his face in the crook of your neck. His lips lightly kissed your neck, and you sighed.

“Jimin, my flight back home is tomorrow.”

“It’s fine, it’s fine. Want to stay with me tonight?”

“Uh, no!” Hoseok stepped out from wherever he was. “Jimin, you’re sharing a room with me and Namjoon, remember?”

“It’s fine, we’ll only be sleeping.” He waved nonchalantly towards Hoseok, who grumbled a few things and disappeared again.

“Okay, I guess I’ll sleep  over. If I’m annoying Hoseok or Namjoon I’ll-”

“No, you’re not going to leave. They can go share with the others.” He cut you off, kissing your forehead sweetly.

A story for bella
  • I know some words are spelt wrong. But this is a story I wrote for Bella of what she has to look forward to on her business trip next month. Enjoy!
  • My phone goes off as I'm sitting at my desk at work. I open it and see it's a picture from my beautiful wife. It's a picture of you wearing a short skin tight dress. As I go to send you a reply telling you how absolutely beautiful it is, another picture comes though. One that makes my cock rock hard in a split second. The second pictures shows more than your sexy black dress. It shows underneath the little fabric that is covering your ass, had nothing below. Nothing but your bare ass and freshly shaven pussy. The conference is over and you have one last night to go out. So you spent hours getting ready. Shaving you legs, arm pits, and pussy completely. Making sure you got ever possible inch of hair from pussy to ass. After I tell you how fucking sexy you are you reply with " I know. I'm going out alone tonight" I tell you to be safe and have fun. Your last reply for a few hours " I will. ;)"
  • Two hours go by without a single text. My Cock has been rock hard the whole time. Every time I get an email or a text from a friend I think it's you and almost cum before I can see who it's from, hoping you've been a bad girl. Another hour passes and it seems like an eternity. My phone goes off. Your name lights up my screen. One single messages that sends me over the edge "I did it" I ask you what you mean. What happen. Where. Did you take pictures. Talk to me!
  • No reply. Another hour passes and I've gone to the bathroom to beat off three times already. Work ends and I'm back in the room. My phone goes off. I don't know the number. A strange text that just says "thank you" could this be him. Could this be the guy that my wife picked up? I have to know more! I ask thanks for what? He says "she just left. You'll know soon enough" what does that mean?! I immediately text you and ask what happen again. Still no response. Ten minutes later my phone goes off. Again your name lights up my phone. "Taking a shower real quick. Don't worry I'll send you before and after pictures with lots of detail when I get out. He was so huge" my cock erupts in another orgasm without even touching myself. The wait is only making me more excited and you know it. You send me a picture of you laying in your hotel bed still wet from the shower. You look exhausted. I ask you what happens and the story begins.
  • So you saw how sexy I was before I went out. I decided to go to the closest bar and have a drink and relax. Not ten minutes after being there I got two free drinks and multiple men come talk to me. I played it off first like I wasn't interested and eventually they all went away. This one guy sitting At a table watching his two friends play pool keep looking at me. And I kept looking back. Even after all the guys kept coming up to chat me up and left. He comes up next to me to order and drink. He said "I'll will have a shot and what ever this pretty lady is drinking" she smiles and winks, you smile back as he walks away. He's playing it cool and it's making you want him more. You slowly sip on your drink and keep looking and smiling at him. After your third drink you're feeling amazing but have to pee. You slowly get up and everyone stares at your beautiful ass as you walk to the bathroom. After you pee you notice how wet your pussy is and you wish he'd make a move. As you leave the bathroom and turn the corner you run into him. Instead of backing up he stands there and you slowly look up at him. Your hands wrap around his waist As his slowly wrap around your body placing a hand on each ass cheek. He leans in and the next thing you know you're making out in the middle of the hall. He slowly starts to back you up against the wall as your hands start to roam his back and feel his skin. Your short dress ridding up offering skin of your own for his hands to explore. Rubbing more and more intensely he knows you don't have panties on and you know you want the the bulge that's rubbing against your stomach. You stop your embraCe and grab his hand. You want it. You need it. You're going to take it. You lead him a block down the road to your hotel room. As soon as the door shuts you throw him onto the bed and pull your dress up over your head, exposing your completely naked body.
  • He sits up to take his shirt off and you push him forcefully back onto the bed. Your naked body straddles him and you unbuckle his belt. You're in control and now he knows it. You unbutton and unzip his pants as you kiss his stomach. Your hands slide in both side of his pants and pull them down as he lifts his ass up. His rock hard cock springs up, pre cum flying off with the force. You grab the shaft of his hard rod as you open your mouth and stick your tongue out to lick the base while the head is tickling your throat. You strain to open your mouth as wide as his cock is but you're desperate to take the whole thing. You start bobbing up and down on his can thick cock as he grabs the back of your head. Not long after you work his monster cock all the way down our throat you feel his cock start to pulsate and he shoots stream after stream of hot cum down your throat.
  • You pull your phone out and snap a picture of his cock slowly sliding out of your mouth giving the camera a nice wink. You stop your story to send the first of many pictures after you wipe the little bit of cum that escaped back into your mouth. At that point he sits up and you take off his shirt. As soon as it comes over his neck you lean in for a passionate kiss. In between kisses you tell him you're married and your husband has been begging you to do this and take pictures. He grabs your waist and flips you on your back and says "don't worry sweetie, I'll fuck you like a slut and take lots of proof" his cock doesn't even get soft. He grabs the base of his shift and put the tip inside your now dripping pussy. He asks if you've ever had a cock that big and you pant out a no as he slowly works it in. He takes your phone and snaps a few pictures. Half way in and you're body's already cuming. Body twitching. Hips shaking. Pulling his huge cock in deeper as you orgasm. The pleasure masks the pain of his cock stretching your pussy to the extreme. Still slowly working the last few inches in he turns the video on and starts to record him slowly pumping in and out. My phone goes off with a short video and I cum for a countless time as you take a break from all the typing.
  • With one final push you feel his pelvic bone against your skin. Cuming while knowing his whole cock is inside you. You instinctively wrap your legs around him as your body quakes in exticy. Nails digging into his back as his breath on your neck sends more chills down your spine. So much passion mixed in with being treated and fucked like a slut there is no name for it. After your orgasm settles he starts pulling out half way and slowly thrusting back in. Every time pulling out further and thrusting faster and harder deeper into your pussy. Soon he is fucking you as fast as he can. His down thrust matched by your ass raising and thrusting into him wanting more of his huge cock than he has givin before. Just like when he was in your mouth you feel his cock start to twitch and you know he's about to cum. Feeling your third orgasm on its way, you again wrap your legs around him and pull him as deep into you as you can. You feel Him start to drain his huge balls deep into your womb. You orgasm multiple times. Almost every time his cock pulses and shoots another stream of cum inside you your body matches with a intense wave of pleasure.
  • Both panting and out of breath. He slowly eases out of you. Almost giving you another orgasm as he exits. Your pussy stretched more than it's ever bee and full of cum he again takes your phone and snaps a few pictures as some of his cum slowly starts to leek out. Your body too exhausted to move much just lays their as more cum rolls out and down to your ass hole. He stand over you and makes you clean his cock as it starts to go limp as he snaps a few last pictures. After his cock is nice and clean he climbs off the bed. Texts himself so he has your number and send a sexy picture to himself. Unable to move from all the orgasms you just lay their feeling defeated and helpless as he starts to get dressed. He walks to the door, turns and looks at you naked, stretched out and full of cum. He winks as an amused grin lights up your face and shuts the door behind him. After what seems like an hour you finally get the strength and energy to move. Still completely horney and wet from a mixture of your cum and his hot load. You use what ran out of your pussy and down to your ass hole and start rubbing your ass using his cum as lube. You take a few pictures and videos of your fingering your ass with his cum. Makin sure i can see how stretched out and used you are. But only fingering your tight asshole because you know you wouldn't even feel your fingers after that horse cock just destroyed your pussy. You give yourself a final orgasm from just fingering your ass and after the orgasm settles is when you text me and get in the shower.
Break the Laws of Love

Summary: Dan just wants to go home. His day has been long and exhausting and he’s tired, damnit. But then he sees a man on the tube dressed in the exact same clothes he’s wearing. What will happen through a meeting a pure coincidence, and will Dan finally be able to get the happy ending he’s dreamed of?

Tags/warnings: Nothing, just fluff!

Word count: 6,792

A/N: This started just from the prompt of “wearing the same outfit on the metro” and I really don’t know what happened but it evolved into this. (Also had this proposal trope I really wanted to use but shhhh spoilers) Read on ao3

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If You Do Leave

You hear Got7′s new song and think JB’s trying to indirectly send you a message. (If You Do inspired)

Pairing: Im Jaebum x Reader

Genre: Angst

Words: 825

A/N: 이기려고만 하지 눈물이 너의 무기지 않니 = Tears are your ultimate weapon. (I’m not too sure what it’d translate to so I’m going by the m/v subs)

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anonymous asked:

OKAY JIN'S BLONDE HAIR AND FULL BLACK ATTIRE GIVES ME SUGARDADDY OR DADDYDOM AF FEELS

seokjin knows that when those pictures come out, hell’s going to break loose and it’s going to test his self control.

he had expected it to come more or less after two hours the conference had begun, where it’ll probably leak to the covers and home screens of the page you’re facing. he gives you credit that a few text messages only show up when the fourth hour ticks by. smirking, he carefully fishes out his phone. it’s risky, knowing very well that you’re blunt with your words, more so with images that’ll provide him a visual that could scar his membrane to stay focused during this conference with a circle of seoul’s top guns in the logistics industry.

but he takes it with a tapping of his pass code and the stacked up messages urges him to laugh.

what you’re doing is illegal

this isn’t fair!!!

are you trying to kill me???

he swiftly types his reply, noticing the small break they ensue just as his eyes glance up to the president speaking.

i assume you saw the pictures. 

do you like them, kitten? do i look good?

he’s certain the press managed to get lovely pictures of him in a hair color he knows you’ve been in awe to see him in. the mix of blonde, the color of lemon but faded as it compliments his skin. matching with back, it creates a contrast so evident, he’s confident the angles and lighting does him justice.

he tries not to burn his phone, so close to flipping it at the photo that pops up. it’s ridiculous. it wasn’t even two solid seconds his eyes spared on the image but it scars him. 

the black kitty ears poking from your locks cascading down you and the collar belonging around your neck with a pink gem in the center as a possession you belong to him. he feels his nerves tighten, his eyes clenching hard at the effect you’ve drawn over him. 

quickly, he excuses himself and leaves the room as fast as his feet can bring him. once a safe distance away from where everyone is, he finds a secluded area by the empty hall, unlocking his phone and his eyes ravishing over the crevices of your figure, the lingerie covering everything but hinting everything that he feels a stir in his pants. fuck.

after the third beep, the sultry in your voice leaves him aching.

“yes?”

“you have some nerve. don’t you, kitten?”

“only for you, daddy,” god, your chuckle sounds beautiful. and he knows your moans are even more. “are you coming home to play now?”

he sharply pins down to his watch wrapped around his wrist and it’s hard to miss the venom in his voice as he growls, “thirty minutes, kitten. you better prepare yourself when i get home.”

anonymous asked:

Imagine where your a vlogger youtuber that has mentioned your small (big) crush on leafy and he comments on your video and y'all end up meeting? But can u make it so y/n is really nervous and shy?? I love your blog so much!! I'm literally your biggest fan. 100 likes and I'll hiss at you 💕💕💕

I’m glad you enjoy my blog ^-^ Lol I didn’t know writing terrible fan fictions would gain fans <3 haha Cute idea! There are a couple other requests that I have (involving youtube), which I am going to try to intertwine with this one. Hence, stay tuned! This one is a bit more light-hearted after the last one. Let me know if you guys enjoyed!


LeafyIsHere Fanfiction - YouTube Mentions

You had been watching LeafyIsHere videos quite a bit recently. Today, you posted a vlog from the previous day. Your blogs were quite simple and never really lasted more than five minutes. Most of them entailed video clips of things you were doing and rarely showed you talking until the end of the video, unless you were chatting with a friend in the vlog. With all the YouTubers going out to extravagant places, people enjoyed seeing you doing normal things. The vlog you released today showed you cleaning and organizing various things, then a time laps of you playing some video games while doing a small amount of commentary talking about games you have been enjoying doing the week. Finally, the video finishes with showing you watching some YouTube while editing. 

What video is on the screen you might ask? Only the new LeafyIsHere masterpiece. You end the video saying thanks to your followers and saying, “Yeah, today was a pretty chill day. I may or may not have stalled on editing because I was too busy watching leafy videos. I’ve really been enjoying his content lately. Plus it doesn’t hurt that he’s pretty cute, okay well really quite attractive to me. His content isn’t for everyone but I’ve included a couple of my favorite videos in the description so please check out his channel. HISSS. See you tomorrow!” 

Logging onto twitter, you are flooded with a lot of notifications about messages and indirects asking if you and leafy are dating. Some of them are saying how the two of you would be cute together and are their “otp.” You are a bit confused by the dating questions, though. As you continue to scroll down, you see screen caps of a comment on one of your videos. You immediately head to your video and see that Leafy himself has commented on your video. Having over a thousand likes already, he simply put, “HISSSS.” 

Getting a Twitter notification on your phone, you see Leafy has followed you on Twitter and tweeted out your video with “*Slides in the DMs*” as the caption. You are laughing to yourself, but at the same time a blushing mess at that Leafy enjoyed your video and would say something like that. 

Just then, your phone buzzes with a message from Leafy. It says, “So I hear you enjoy my videos? Well, that and you think I’m cute.” Laughing to yourself, you quickly reply a teasing message, “I mean, you can be funny… sometimes. lol” Immediately, you receive a reply back saying, “Hey, I can clearly recall you claiming your undying love for me, basically, in your last video.” Feeling a bit sarcastic you respond saying, “Hmm did I really do that? Doesn’t sound very much like me… I seem to remember saying I enjoyed your content and your face, nothing close to love, yet.” Out of nowhere, Leafy responds with, “Maybe I can change that? Would you be open to meeting up with me for lunch or something?” A little shocked, you don’t reply as quickly. Several thoughts flood your head, including: ‘Is he asking me out?’, ‘what if he doesn’t like me in person?’, ‘don’t fuck this up, Y/N’, ‘I don’t know, maybe this isn’t a good idea, next thing I know, I could be getting roasted on his channel.’ You’re still taking in that message to meet up when he sends another message, “I mean, you don’t have to. I just thought it would be interesting to take out one of my biggest fans (;” Hesitantly, you agree to meet up with him saying, “I guess we could grab a coffee and chat.” The two of you work to coordinate a time and date when you are both in the same area. 

A few weeks later, the day finally comes when the two of you are supposed to finally meet-up. You head to the coffee shop where you are set to meet and walk in. You notice Leafy is already there, sitting at a table with two coffees. You stroll over, a bit nervous, and sit down at the table. He is a little shocked when he looks up to see you across from him. He begins his greeting first by saying, “Hey, glad you actually showed up. I hope you don’t mind, I just grabbed you a coffee.” A faint blush of nervousness is across your face as you look down and you notice it’s your favorite coffee, “And you say I’m the fan of your videos.” He simply chuckles and says, “Okay, I may have watched more than just that video of yours. What can I say? You’re cute. Well, that and your voice doesn’t make me cringe like most vloggers.” 

You couldn’t tell if it was how nervous you were, how attractive he was in person, the way his laugh makes your heart flutter, or if it were the flirty remarks that were making your heart beat so fast. At first you had a bit of trouble with saying exactly what you wanted to, stumbling on the occasional word or two. But as the two of you talked more and more, it became a lot easier to chat. The two of you ended up talking for a couple hours, not realizing the time pass. You ended up having a lot more in common than expected and promised each other to hang out again. Just as you two were getting ready to part ways, Leafy turns to you, a bit red in the face and asks, “Fall for me yet?” You, being a little shy and embarrassed by his question, turn to face your car and say, “Maybe.” He gives a quick kiss on your cheek while you aren’t paying attention and walks away saying, “I’ll get you to one day. Let me know when you miss me so we can hang out again.” 

Red in the face, you get in your car and sit for about 5 minutes, trying to process what has just happened. The rest of the evening, Leafy has a stupid grin plastered across his face and a small blush is adorned on his features. You later get a notification of a tag in a post. As if you couldn’t get any more embarrassed, Leafy posted a cute picture of the two of you together saying, “Had a great time with @Y/T/N, can’t wait to hang out again.” And so begins the flood of notifications and ship sailing once again. 


Hope this makes up a little for not posting last night haha I hope you guys have a great day, do great on that last final, stay strong throughout your day ^-^ 100 Notes and I’ll meet Leafy for Coffee ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

ace-of-taemin  asked:

hi, i was just wondering, as a platform that supposedly supports ALL members, when asked a genuine question, why you felt the need to throw shade at Lay while comparing his schedule, which i can assure you, is more extensive than D.Os - i'm genuinely curios since you've a large follower-count, why you wouldn't remain impartial? Or is this not how your blog operates? because if it is so, a few of us would want to unfollow. I'll be waiting for your reply and i dont want to be a private message.

Perhaps if you spent a little more time on reading, and a little less on reacting emotionally, you would appreciate that the “shade” wasn’t thrown at Lay, but those who are in charge of his schedule - and that certainly isn’t Lay. Their irresponsibility has exposed Lay to criticism and has exposed this group to yet more damaging and distracting rumours about ‘changes’.

There can be absolutely no excuses, bar reasons of health, for any member missing out on entire segments of EXO’s overseas concert tour - which will be the case for the North American leg of their tour - or major year-end events. Such scheduling of individual activities is unacceptable. It is damaging to unity of this group, to their public image, and exposes Lay to criticism.

We didn’t compare the level of activity of individual members with a malicious intent. Regardless, the members are not to blame for the excessive level of individual activities of some members, or the comparative lack of such activities on part of others. The fault is entirely with the company and their managing team.

Feel absolutely free to follow or unfollow whomever you like, but we won’t be accused of not supporting those to whom we devote hours of our free time each day, by someone who spends that time sitting back and benefiting from our work.

Merry Christmas and Happy New Year

Surprise - Nash Grier smut request

You clasped you bra straps together as you stood in front of the full length mirror in the changing room of Victoria’s Secret, ‘I hope this is all worth it’ you thought to yourself. You smiled to yourself at the thought of surprising your boyfriend, Nash Grier at the tour tomorrow, he’d been away for 2 months now and you couldn’t stand being apart from him any longer. 
You changed back into your original clothes and took the lingerie to the counter to pay, your mind never averting from Nash. As you left the shop you heard your phone ringing in your bag, “Hello?” you said into the phone. 
“Hey baby” Nash’s voice replied, your heart fluttered at the sound of him as though you were still a child with a deep infatuation for a crush. 
“Nash!” you grinned, “how’s tour going?”
“It’s great, but I really miss you Y/N. I didn’t realise it’d be this hard, sure I’ve got the guys but that doesn’t stop me from thinking about you every damn second of the day” he sighed from the other side of the phone. 
“I miss you too, Nash. Just one more month and we’ll be together again, it’ll fly by!” you added a sad tone to your voice to cover your smirk, thinking about your little surprise for him that was only 24 hours away. 
“I know baby, I just hate being away from you. It’s weird” he replied, “Anyway, I’ve gotta go, the fans will arrive in an hour and we still need to sound check. I love you Y/L/N, so much”. 
“I love you too, Grier. I’ll call you later.” you said as you hung up. 

You couldn’t sleep that night, the thought of being in Nash’s arms in just a matter of hours sent butterflies rushing through your stomach so instead you watched a few films as you lay in one of Nash’s tops that hung off your small frame. When your bedside clock hit 7 am you sprung out of bed and jumped in the shower as excitement consumed your whole body. You dried off and slipped into the red lace lingerie that you had purchased yesterday specially for this day. You changed into your outfit and did your hair and makeup, making sure that everything was perfect for Nash. The familiar sound of your phone went off on the bedside table indicating that you had a text, you swiped open the lock screen to reveal a message from Nash 'Miss you more and more everyday. I love you xxx’, you grinned at the message and typed a reply back. 

'Just a few more hours’ you thought to yourself as your mom drove you down to the airport, you took in the scenery that you passed in the car which would soon be replaced by the palm trees and streets of LA. “We’re here, honey” your mom’s soft voice called, snapping you out of your trance. You grinned at her as you exited the car and pulled your bags out with you, you walked around to the driver’s side to meet your mom and pulled her into a deep hug. “I’ll be home before you know it, love you” you murmured as she squeezed you tightly in her arms. 
“Just stay safe, Y/N. Promise me you’ll call everyday?” she questioned, her arms still holding you to her, failing to let go. 
“You sound just like Nash” you giggled, “But yeah, I promise”. 
You felt her relax as she heard the promise leave your lips, “I love you honey” she said as she kissed you on the forehead and released you. 
You waved goodbye as you entered the airport doors. 

As the plane set off you watched the skyline of North Carolina become smaller and smaller until it eventually disappeared, along with the loneliness that vanished as you thought of your body soon to be entangled with Nash’s. 

You sent a message to Cam letting him know that you were 20 minutes away from the hotel as you hopped into the back of a cab, you leant your head back into the headrest of the seat as you waited for a reply. Your phone sounded and you quickly unlocked it, opening the message from Cam 'I’ll meet you in the lobby, Nash is playing basketball so it should be pretty easy to sneak you in. See you soon!“ 

You grinned in anticipation as you left the cab and walked up to the hotel lobby, sure enough you were greeted by a smiling Cam. 
He walked up to you and pulled you into a tight hug, "Y/N! I’ve missed you!" 
You laughed and hugged him back, "Missed you too Cam! Where’s Nash?” you questioned as you stepped out of the hug. 
“He’s outside playing basketball, I told him I had to head back to our room so I could escape” he chuckled. 
Cam lead you up a flight of stairs until you reached a hotel room door, “Well this is our room” he said as he unlocked the door, “You can just wait in here if you like, Nash should be up pretty soon.”
“Thanks for all of this Cam, I really owe you” you smiled up at him as you entered the room.
“No problem Y/N, just remember I’m in the room next to you tonight so no funny business” he replied with a wink. 
You rolled your eyes at him and laughed as he left you in the room. You scanned your eyes around the room as you perched yourself on the end of one of the beds, a photo of you and Nash on a bedside table caught your attention and you smiled to yourself, tracing your fingers over the frame. 

You heard a pair of familiar voices outside of the door which pulled you out of your daydream, “I’m just gonna head to Carter’s room bro, see you later” you placed Cam’s face to the sound of the voice, knowing exactly whose the other belonged to. “Okay man, see ya”. 
You casually lay down on the bed as the door opened to reveal Nash on his phone, he kicked the door close behind him as he made his way over to the beds, completely oblivious to your presence.
Nash continued scrolling through his phone as he walked further into the room, "Hey" you said in a relaxed tone, breaking the silence. 
Nash’s body practically jumped a mile when he realised he was not alone in the room and you couldn’t help but let out a small snort, “Nice to see you, Grier”. His eyes fixed with yours as his mouth hung open in shock, “Y/N! Baby!”, you ran towards him and jumped into his arms as he gripped your body to his.
“Surprise” you whispered as you crashed your lips to his, savouring this moment that you had long waited for.

His lips moved their way down to your neck as you tangled your fingers in his dark hair and tilted your head up, giving him better access to your sweet spot. You felt him walk back towards the bed, your legs still wrapped around his body and his lips still pressed to your neck as he lay you both down on the bed. “I’ve missed this” he murmured between kisses, you moaned in agreement as he pulled your top from over your head. You quickly reciprocated the action with him and stroked your fingers down his bare chest towards his jeans and unbuttoned them. You watched him step out of the material as you bit your lip in a hunger for him, he smirked down at you when he saw your features and soon held his body above yours again. He attached his lips back to your neck as his fingers guided their way down your stomach to the hem of your jeans, he removed his lips from you for a brief second and pulled the jeans from your legs, leaving you in just your lingerie. 
Nash’s eyes widened at the sight of you and bit his lip, “You’re really treating me today Y/N” he groaned.
You wrapped your hands around the back of his neck and pulled him back down to you, allowing your lips to meet again. You lifted your hips up to meet his as he slowly started grinding on you through the thin pieces of material, you felt him harden as he quickened the pace; unable to take any more you pushed him off you and knelt down in front of him. You ripped his boxers from his body to reveal his stiffened member, you licked your lips and swirled your tongue around the tip, teasing him with each flick.
“Fuck baby, more” he groaned. You obeyed his command and took as much as you could of him into your mouth, using your hand to work on the parts you couldn’t fit. You watched him tilt his head back in pleasure as your mouth moved back and forth, him growing weaker with each movement that sent him over the edge.
You felt him twitch inside your mouth as his fingers tangled themselves in your hair, you removed your mouth from his member before he could release. “Not so fast, Grier” you smirked as you pulled him back onto the bed on top of you. 
“It’s not nice to tease people, babygirl” he breathed into your neck as his fingers once again made your way down your body to the lace edgings of your thong. Your heart rate increased as his fingers slowly skimmed down your panties towards your heat and began lightly rubbing your clit through the material. “N-nash please” you moaned loudly as the rubbing became heavier, you heard him chuckle and felt his body move further down the bed. He pulled down your panties and let his tongue meet your core as you threw your head back in ecstasy, “You like that, baby?” he smirked, knowing full well he was driving you crazy. You struggled to string together a sentence as the knot in your stomach grew bigger and bigger, you moaned back a reply as his tongue circled your clit. “I can’t hear you baby” he said as he removed his mouth from your heat, using his index finger to slowly stroke you in a teasing way. 
“Fuck, Nash” you moaned as he thrusted his finger inside of you, adding another one as your back arched. 
You pulled his hair as he quickened his pace, “Nash, I-i’m clo-ose” you panted out. He suddenly stopped and stood up between your legs, smirking down at you evilly. 
“I told you it wasn’t very nice to tease people” he said smugly, you stood up to meet him and pushed him down on the bed, climbing on top of him in the process. You leant down and pressed your lips to his as he unhooked your bra, leaving you both completely exposed to the other. 
“You’re so beautiful, Y/N” he groaned as he met his hips to yours and began to gently push himself in and out of you. You tilted your head back and you placed your hands on his chests for support whilst you grinded on him. His hands grabbed onto your hips as he began moving you up and down, faster and faster. The room filled with profanities as you both became closer to reaching your highs, his thrusts grew sloppier with each movement and you could feel you knees become weak underneath you. “Fuck!” he shouted as he released inside of you, you soon following closely behind. You collapsed on top of him as you both struggled for breath. 

The two of you lay together for a while not saying a word, just enjoying the missed feeling of your bodies being wrapped together in a sea of blankets. “You really are something else Y/N, you know?” you giggled at his comment as nestled your head into the crook of his neck, “Not too bad yourself” you replied with a laugh. 
“Wanna go and get something to eat from the restaurant?” he asked as him hand rubbed circles onto your back whilst the other found itself playing with a strand of your hair. 
“Sure, I’m pretty hungry after that. Need to get my energy back” you said with a wink. 
He laughed and slowly untangled his body from yours and got dressed again, when you were both ready you headed down to the restaurant. 

You two both sat down at a table and after a few minutes you were joined by Cam and Carter. 
“Thanks for that guys” Cam laughed as he raised his eyebrows at you. “You do realise we were unfortunately next door to you for the past hour?” Carter questioned as he took a bite out of his meal. 
You widened your eyes in horror as Nash burst out laughing, “Oh God, I’m so sorry!” you apologised whilst Nash shook with laughter next to you. 
“Just please keep it down, we have to be up early tomorrow” Cam said, humor lacing his voice. 
“Can’t make any promises, sorry bro” Nash replied as he turned to wink at you. 
You rolled your eyes at him with a smirk, “Don’t worry Cam, there’s a higher chance of pigs flying than him getting any tonight”. 
“Oh my God, did you see that?!” Nash questioned as his eyes darted towards the other side of the room, a hint of disbelief in his voice.
“See what?!” You, Cam and Carter all chimed in. 
“It was a flying pig” Nash whispered as he took your face in his hands and passionately pressed his lips to yours.

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Sorry if there are any mistakes, it’s late here and I’m tired but I really wanted to make sure there was an imagine out today/tonight for you guys! 

1D Pref; You're his best friend and you don't like his girlfriend (Liam) part 2

“Wait.. what’s going on?” Liam grabbed your wrist, turning you around.

“It’s noth-”

“Liam, babe, let her go.” Anna said, pulling Liam to her side.

You were really hoping Liam will stand up for you and tell Anna that he has to know if his best friend is okay.

But that never happened.

Liam nodded slowly, “I’ll see you around, Y/N.”

“Liam-” You were cut off once again with Anna’s quick talk about a party. She then began to tug him away from you, a smile on his face every time he heard her voice.

Your heart broke.

You ran out of there as fast as you could, to get as far away from everything as you can. 

To know that your best friend doesn’t care about you and will put you last for everything, it hurts. From being his #1 priority along with his family, to his last priority.

It hurts so much.. You knew you had to get away from here, not forever, but for a little while.

You got on your laptop and booked a flight to Bora Bora to have a relaxing few weeks to heal your broken heart and just forget about everything.

The next flight was in a few hours, so you began packing everything that you needed. After 3 hours of packing and going for a quick run at Target, you were ready. 

Just in case anything happened, you wrote a little note and stuck it on the fridge.

‘headed out for a relaxing getaway. I have a lot in mind and want to have some time to myself. don’t contact me, i’ll be back in a few weeks. x -Y/N’

Giving your flat one last look, you headed out the door and got into a cab, on your way to the airport.

By the time you got to the airport, they announced that the plane to Bora Bora was leaving in 30 minutes. That was your cue. 

As you were checking in, you received a text message. 

'Can we talk? I miss talking to you, Y/N.' 

From Liam.

Contemplating between replying or ignoring him, you chose to ignore it. You turned off your phone and hoped you wouldn’t regret this decision. 

A/N: Part 3? ;)

I'll Burn A Thousand Moons Just to Light a Single Sun 1/1

Pairing; Captain Swan

Thank you for the prompt! I hope you like it. It’s a lot longer than I thought it would be…

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The first warning something was wrong came from the sea.

It had been a day like any other as Killian stood at the helm of his ship, guiding her through the familiar waters that united the realms. The seas were no longer as open as they had once been thanks to whatever dark sorcery the queen had enacted to undo the curse, but there were still plenty of connected kingdoms for Killian and his crew to sail in and out of – so many ports and villages begging to be plundered.

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You Wish: Tongue Tied

Hello, stranger. Part 24 is here!
Masterlist <— That’s where the other parts are.

I’ve never been this worried in a space of a week than I have in my whole life. Let me tell you why; Jess is about to break the news to our parents with Ashton. Calum’s boss isn’t happy with me. A-levels have started at college. Sophie and Alex are having their moments. Oh and I’m about to meet Calum’s parents, like in the next hour.

“D’you think that I’ll still be tight after the baby pops out?” Jess asked as she led on my bed munching on white chocolate.

I rolled my eyes and examined myself in the mirror. “I don’t know and I don’t really care.”

I’m wearing a small, black dress. It’s pretty casual but still cute. It’s called a flow dress. Jess has about ten but now she’s up the duff I get to wear half of her wardrobe. Calums family should get the whole gist that I tried.

“I’m definitely not gonna be able to work off the baby weight.” She groaned, rolling onto her back.

“I’ll go to the gym with you.”

Her face scrunched up. “Really?”

“No.” I chuckled. “Like I go to the gym.”

“Bitch.” She mumbled, her mouth full of chocolate. “You’re lucky you have a nice body.”

I actually laughed at her as I turned around to face her, sliding on a silver bangle. “The only reason I have a ‘nice body’ is because I do hockey and mum blessed me with a pretty good metabolism.”

Jess scoffed and threw the wrapper onto my floor making me scowl at her.

“Do I look okay?” I quizzed, holding my arms away from me so she could get a good look.

“You look hot. What time’s he picking you up?”

“Six.” I sighed, fiddling with my bangle. “I’m shitting it.”

She rose her eyebrows. “Why? It’s only his parents. When are you ever worried anyway? You’ve turned into a pussy since you met Calum.”

I didn’t even argue with her because she was telling the truth. Remember the first time I met Calum? I was so cocky and sarcastic now I’m this little mouse that worries about everything in life. Another reason why I didn’t argue with her is because I wouldn’t win. No bitch wins an argument against a pregnant lady.

Suddenly, my phone chimed and I saw I had a message from Calum telling me he was outside. Grabbing my coat, I said a quick goodbye to Jess before rushing out of the house. My high top Vans scuffed against the concert path before I clamber into Calum’s car.

“You dressed up.” He laughed, looking at me while keeping his hands gripped on the wheel.

“Well of course I did. I’m meeting your parents, Calum.” I said, buckling the seat belt.

“It’s okay though,” he murmured. “I think you look beautiful.”

“Thank you.” I replied, giving him a small smile.

The air was filled with sparks of energy we had because of each other. Whenever I was near him my skin began to tingle and I’d just want to smile all the time. I hadn’t seen him since Friday and today was Sunday so it was good. Jesus, I’m so clingy. What is happening to me?

“Are you not gonna compliment me?” Calum pouted.

Chuckling, I leaned over and kissed his cheek. “You’re okay.”

He frowned and his mouth fell open for a few seconds before composing himself. “I’ll fucking show you what okay is.” He muttered, pressing down on the pedal as he pulled away from the house.

I shook my head and unlocked my phone, reading a message I received from Frank. How things aren’t awkward after what happened I’ll never know. I’m not saying anything to Calum yet though. All in good time.

‘Everyones coming mine on weds. Bring twat face’

'Wow Frank. Way to word things but yeah I’ll come. What time??’

Seconds later my phone sounded.

'Just come after work. About 5 or 6’

'Kool beanz’

'Cheerio’

And that was the end of that. I locked my phone and looked up at Calum who was singing along to the song that was sounding from the speakers.

“Sometimes I give myself the creeps. Sometimes my mind plays tricks on me…”

I listened to him intently, tucking some hair behind my ear so I could take as much in as possible. He wasn’t bad. When the instrumental part came on he started jamming, tapping his fingers off the wheel.

Calum saw me staring and laughed, his eyes lighting up like New York at Christmas. “What?”

I just shrugged but the smile I was trying to hold back appeared and it made him smile too. Fuck, he was going to kill me one day.

“I love you, Cal.” I said, placing a hand on the middle of his thigh.

“I love you too, baby.” He chirped, taking a hand off the wheel so he could interlock our fingers. “Kiss me.”

I looked at him, confusion evident in my tone. “What?”

“We’re at a red light. Kiss me.”

After realizing the car wasn’t moving I leaned over to him and planted a loving kiss on his lips. He smiled into the kiss and pushed some loose hair behind my ear. Once again, our lips met, this time the kiss was deeper and I was about to grab his face until a loud horn sound rang through our ears making us jump.

As Calum began to drive away he put his middle finger up out the window making me laugh as we turned a corner. This boy sure is punk rock. He got the bruises to prove it.

“Josie, you’re staring.” He stated cockily, a smirk playing on his lips while his eyes didn’t leave the road.

“I know.” I replied, gazing up at home while lacing our fingers together. “You’re just too irresistible.”

“That makes two of us then.”

A few minutes passed and we pulled up on Calum parent’s driveway. Their house was fairly modern with grey and cream walls, big windows and lush grass with concerts paths. I bit on my lip nervously while I felt my stomach tighten through nervousness.

We were silent as we left the car and he interlocked our fingers as we climbed the steps. Just as he went to knock the door swung open revealing Joy beaming at us with David next to her. Nervous was an understatement.

“Calum!” Joy squealed, pulling him into a hug making him release my hand. “What happened to your face? You haven’t been fighting again? I might not be able to ground you but I can put a stop to washing your dirty clothes.”

Calum laughed and shot me an amused look before taking a step away from his mum. “This is Josie.” He said, wrapping his arm around my waist.

Joy smiled and held her arms out in front of her. Of course they were huggers, it’s the Hood’s we’re talking about here. Moving away from Calum, I wrapped my arms around Joy just as she did me. That last for a few seconds before she pulled away, holding me by my forearm so she could examine me.

“It’s lovely to meet you, Josie.” She said, giving me a smile.

I smiled back. “And you, Joy.”

Next it was David. It was a short but sweet hug before were led through the house into the dining room. Calum kept his arm wrapped around my waist while he spoke to his dad. I felt so nervous. Like, holy shit someone save me, nervous. When we got to the dining table Joy seated me and Calum next to each other while her and David stood opposite.

“We’re just going to check up on the food.” Joy said, giving us a quick smile before her and David left the room.

As soon as they left the room I heavily exhaled and closed my eyes. I felt Calum place his hand on my bare thigh as he trailed his eyes over my face.

“Are you okay, Jose?”

I opened my eyes and gave him a small smile. “I’m fine.”

He then placed a kiss on my forehead. In that moment I knew I was with the right boy, meeting the right parents.

“Dinner will be in about twenty minutes.” David said as he entered the dining room.

“Where’s mum?” Cal asked, lacing his fingers with mine under the table.

“She’s on the phone to Mali.” David replied, sighing as he sat opposite me.

In all honesty I was glad Mali wasn’t here. We didn’t exactly meet under great circumstances.

“Is she not coming?”

Calum sounded hurt. He must love her. Her names branded on his skin for God’s sake.

“No idea, kid.”

Calum sighed and looked down at his empty plate. He looked like a lost puppy and I hated it so I began rubbing circles on his knuckle with my thumb.

“So,” David began, obviously trying to change the topic. “What have you been doing today, Josie?”

“Uh, not much really. I was hanging out with my sister earlier.”

“You have a sister, too? I bet she’s not as much trouble as Mali.”

“Actually, you’d be surprised.”

David chuckled and placed his crossed arms on the table. “Have you got any other brothers or sisters?”

I swear in that moment I stopped breathing. I had to lie. I can’t tell them, tell Calum. What could I say? Nothing. That’s because the words physically can’t leave my mouth. “No, it’s just me and my sister.” I lied.

I could feel Calums eye’s burning into mine as I told the lie that he easily saw past.

“Two girls? I bet your father loves that.”

“Probably.”

Joy called David in from the kitchen and he shot me a look before leaving the room.

There was a sickening silence in the room. As if Calum knew I was lying but didn’t want to bring it up. His intakes of breath were sharp and heavy as his fingers tapped on the table impatiently. My eyes were locked onto my empty plate, trying to build the wall back up to hide what I couldn’t speak of.

“We need to talk later.” Calum said, keeping his eyes on the china cabinet opposite us.

“About what?” I asked cautiously.

“Don’t play dumb, Josie.” He snapped, his head turning so he could look me in the eyes. “No one ever takes that long to answer such a simple question.”

“And?” I shot back. “If it’s such a simple question, why’d you wanna know the real answer so bad?”

“Because I fucking hate it when you keep secrets.” He hissed. “We’re in a relationship, Josie. People in relationships don’t keep secrets.”

“Yeah? People in relationships don’t push their girlfriend to talk about something they’ve tried to forget.”

“Well, just for once I’d like you to give me a chance to be there for you instead of you being the usual stubborn ass you normally are.”

“Oh grow up, Calum.”

“Trust me, babe. I have.”

“Well, you certainly don’t show it.”

He chuckled bitterly and shook his head. “We all know you’re definitely lying there.” He said, a smirk forming on his face as he brought his mouth close to my ear. “I can prove it.”

A shiver ran up my spine and I couldn’t stop my lip being captured between my pearly whites. His warm, jagged breath was hitting my neck as his lips pressed up against the skin. His movements slow and tender despite how we were feeling about each other in that moment.

“I have no problem in taking you up to my old room to show you how much of a big boy I am, baby.” He murmured, making my breath hitch.

“Calum, stop.” I whispered.

“Why?” He asked, dotting kisses up my jaw. “Are you scared my parents will see? They’ve seen me do a lot worse.”

I sighed in defeat as he placed one final kiss on my cheek.

“I always win.” He commented, a cocky grin on his face.

“Shut up.”

Chatter edging closer to us stopped Calum from responding.

“Mali’s coming in ten.” Joy said as she entered the dining room.

“That’s good.” Calum replied flatly before Joy laid a dish of meat in front of us.

“We’re having a roast dinner.” Joy told us, placing a bowl of pea’s next to the meat.

“Need any help?” I asked.

“No it’s fine, sweetheart.”

I gave her an understanding nod and smile before she left to go back into the kitchen.

“You better watch that mouth of yours, baby.” Calum whispered against my ear. “Otherwise I’ll have to put something in it to make you be quiet.”

“We’ll see.” I replied, my shoulders rising and falling in a incautious shrug.

Almost ten minutes had past when the front door slammed and a brunette entered the dining room. She glared and me and I couldn’t help but return the gesture. This bitch.

“Nice you see you, Rosie.” She said bitterly as she leaned up against the door frame almost opposite me.

“It’s Josie.” I corrected, giving her a fake smile. “But it’s nice to see you too, Mali.”

She hummed in response and sauntered into the kitchen. Calum ran his hand along my bare thigh, his rough skin contrasting with my softness. Before I knew it his lips were back on my neck. Did he get turned on in public places?

“Cal…” I groaned, placing my hand on his.

“You look so good.” He murmured. “And we haven’t fucked in two days.”

I rolled my eyes but couldn’t help the amused smile that formed on my face.

“I’m addicted to you, Josie.” He murmured still. “So fucking much.”

A few minutes later, a Joy, David and Mali strolled into the room carrying different foods. I smiled pleasantly at the gorgeous looking food as I thanked Joy for her efforts. Mali shot me a glare and I quirked my brows up at her before gently ghosting my fingers over Calum’s fist that was propped up on the dinner table.

“So, Josie,” Mali piped up, shoveling food onto her plate. “How has my brother been treating you?”

“Perfectly fine thanks.” I replied warily, a confused frown showing on my face.

“Makes a change.” She said, giving me a sarcastic smile.

Calum slammed his fork down while I cleared my throat. “And what’s that supposed to mean?”

“It means, baby brother, that all the other girls you’ve been with has been treated like shit by you.”

“Right. That’s enough.” David said, trying to stop them, but sibling rivalry overpowers all.

“You know, Mali. Last thing I remember, you were fucking every dude that you thought could get you a record deal.”

Mali laughed coldly and relaxed into her chair, which was seated at the end of the table next to her brother. “Calum. We can all bring up who’s fucking who, and we all know its not only Josie who you’ve been with recently.”

My face fell and all eyes were on Calum. He looked directly at me and shook his head. “Josie-”

“Don’t give in to his puppy dog eyes, babe.” Mali said, tapping her nails on the table. “If you’re as clever as you make out you’ll see past them.”

“Can you just shut up.” David snapped. “We have a guest for crying out loud. Show some respect.”

I swallowed the lump in my throat and ignored the swelling of my heart. This was such a shitty idea. First something that gives me nightmares is brought up and the next I’m told that my boyfriend is possibly cheating on me.

“How’s work been, Calum?” Joy quizzed, cleverly changing the topic of the conversation conversation.

Mali scoffed as she raised her eyebrow, waiting for his answer.

“Great, mum. Really great.”

“That’s good. I’m glad we have a decent mechanic in the family.”

I felt Calum’s hand on my thigh once more and he gave it a squeeze, his fingers dangerously close to my easily accessible, fairly cute, underwear. When I felt his finger brush off a certain area of my underwear, I reached down to removed his hand but it wouldn’t budge. Instead I was left being teased for the next forty minutes by a very cocky Calum who needed to explain some shit to me after we left.

The goodbyes were fairly short as we left the house. Joy and David said it was a pleasure to meet me while Mali waved at me sarcastically. She’s lucky she’s the love of my life’s sister. 

The walk to the car was silent but Calum wrapped his arm around my waist like he usually did. He waved to his mum to close the door and just as she did he pinned me against the drivers door to his car and rested his palms against the roof.

The glow of the street lamp on Calum’s face at nearly half seven made this whole moment more dark and just plain hot. He placed his lips on mine slowly, both our eyes closing making our surroundings disappear as the taste of each other closed our senses.

Before I could register what happened, Calum’s mouth was moving with mine at a more needy pace as his hands traveled to cup my face. I wanted more but he pulled away, ducking down to rest his forehead on mine as his heavy breath made a symphony with my own.

Calum murmured, “We need to talk.”


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anonymous asked:

Can you write an imagine where Calum keeps begging you to move out of the 'bad neighborhood' that you live in, and you keep telling him that nothing bad happens and that you'll be fine, but a few weeks later, somebody starts shooting at you, and you just barely miss a bullet, and you finally give in and move in with him? (It would mean a lot if you did this because my friend who follows you got shot at and is in the hospital. She told me that she wanted to request something by didn't know what!)

[I’m praying for your friend. Stay strong girl, I love you both xx]

okay so let’s just imagine that calum’s been your boyfriend for a while and he’s always been really iffy about where you live. And he would be super protective and just constantly do everything in his power to have you not at home. So like, there would be all of the normal obsessive protective stuff, like, texting you every day, all the time, with just like any random message. Like, in the morning it would usually be; morning baby, love you xx. And during the day it would be stuff like telling you what he’s up to like; i’m bored at the studio, what are you up to muffin? xxx. or Babyyyy you should be on tour with me :(. And then at night, always just the; sleep tight, baby, I love you, message me when you’re up xxxx. But he would always end up messaging you first in the mornings bc he would wake up first. And all of this would happen no matter what time zone he was in. Like, he would always like set alarms and stuff to wake himself up in the middle of the night if he had to so he could message you and then he wouldn’t fall back asleep until you had replied and he knew you were okay. 

That was srs how paranoid he was about your safety. Then one day you’d have like a 3 or 4 hour exam. And you were planning on messaging him before saying like, wont be able to talk for 4 hours!, but you completely forgot. So, like, your phone would be off obviously during, so it would get to like an hour in and you’d be like fuck I forgot to tell Calum I can’t reply. AND THEN AFTERWARDS YOU’D TURN on ya phone and there would seriously be like missed calls and bloody voice mails and texts that started off nice and then got kinda rude, like, the first was just; hey babe, what are you doing? xxx, and then after a few of them being like; babe? .. hellooo?, and he’d eventually be all like; [y/n], reply. it’s not a joke. and then it would get worse like; fucking reply please, I’m worried. and you’d be reading them and you’d be fumbling trying to reply quickly and then you’d just call him and he’d hear your voice and just start swearing and shit and just being so happy you’re alive but kinda really angry at the same time, and you’d have to be like, ‘Calum, you need to stress less, like, I’m totally fine and I will survive without you next to me 24/7.' 

And that wouldn’t be a fight, it’d be more of just a minor argument and he would be end up being like, 'okay fine, just tell me next time you won’t be replying for a while. I just love you a lot, okay, and I really fucking hate where you live, that neighbourhood freaks me the fuck out and you know that.' 

So then it’d be fine for a while and he would still send messages all the time, but they’d be really cute so you didn’t actually get annoyed or care. But then he would hear something on the news about some mad gang shit that was happening in your suburb and he would absolutely flip out and call you straight away, and thank goodness, you were on the ball and picked up immediately so he didn’t panic more. But he would be so like concerned already and over the phone he’d be all like, ‘no, I’m not fucking joking, babe. I swear to God, I’m getting a taxi to your house right fucking now and you’re getting on a fucking plane and coming here, or I’m gonna have to come there myself.’ And you’d be trying to talk over the top of him and say like, 'Calum, please, just calm down, it’s okay, there’s clearly nothing wrong with me and I’m fine right now,’ and he’d just start yelling like, 'you’re fine now, but who knows what you’re gonna be in five minutes, [y/n].’ and you’d just sigh and be like, 'Calum, give the phone to Michael,’ and he’d be like, ‘no,’ and you’d be really stern like, 'Calum…’ and he’d grunt and pass it to Mike.

And then you’d just tell Michael to calm him down and he would and it’d be all good, kind of, but cal would be super tense and you’d keep messaging him cute things all day to calm him down but it wouldn’t be working so you’d have to go another tactic, which would be like getting him into some sexting ( ;) ;) ;) oh yes) and that would be more successful in keeping his mind off shit 

BUT THEN YOU WOULD ACTUALLY go outside on your way to classes or whatever and you weren’t doing anything at all wrong, you’re just an innocent human, and then there was actually like a huge gang or whatever outside and they’d start shooting at someone behind you and legit a bullet would could come so close (and I don’t need to describe bc you already know what happened and omg i’m so sorry you went through this, you do not deserve )

and you would end up in hospital and apparently when you were in like a state of delirious shockness the paramedics asked who you wanted them to call and apparently you said calum, which you wouldn’t have if you were properly conscious bc you know he would freak out. and then the next thing you know is that he’s just literally snuck into to your hospital bed and he’s got his arms around your waist and he’s got a hold of one of your hands and he’s rubbing it really gently and kissing your cheek and forehead and neck while you’re half asleep because you’re so tired from it all and he’d just be like mumbling things into your ear like, 'it’s okay, sweetheart, i’m gonna get you out of here, okay, you’re gonna come on tour with me, baby, and then i’ll keep you safe, alright? I love you so much, I’m so sorry I wasn’t there to save you when this happened and I’m never ever going to let anybody come near you again, I promise.’

and he wasn’t joking. Like even in the damn hospital before you got released, he would just be bloody questioning all the nurses that came in lmao and he’d want like a damn explanation and medical report about every single drug they wanted to give you, and it would just make you giggle, which would be a good thing bc he was unintentionally cheering you up, and then he wouldn’t let go of your hand for weeks and yeah :) 

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