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

(warning: long story)


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.

prettyboydean  asked:

HELLO I WOULD LIKE TO REQUEST ONE (1) FIC PLEASE, IT GOES LIKE THIS: Your window was open and you live across from me so I saw and heard you in your underwear, singing and dancing ridiculously and I really wanna get to know you cause you’re pretty hot and I might have a crush on you. - with Destiel obvs 💙

I hope you like Moana, I’m a huge fan of Disney-enthusiast!dean okay… this turned out pretty random and weird I maybe need more sleep

When finals are close, Castiel likes to spend his free weekends in his room, studying. There’s nothing else he does except for the necessary things like groceries and dinner, and trying to get Gabriel out of his room. He uses all the silence he can get to concentrate, and his family lets him.

He is in one of his study sessions, books and notes spread out all over his desk when a sudden sound makes him jump up. At first, he thinks it’s Gabriel listening to music again, but he soon realizes that can’t be. First of all, it’s coming from outside Castiel’s window and not from the hallway. Secondly, Gabriel doesn’t listen to Disney songs.

Castiel puts his pen down. It doesn’t make sense, but he’s sure it’s a song from that movie his little sister Anna likes to watch. That new one, Moana.

He pushes himself away from his desk and gets over to his window.

Across from him is Dean Winchester’s room- Castiel can’t say he doesn’t know. He’s been trying to sneak a glimpse of the guy for as long as he can remember. Now his curtains are wide open and so is his window. Castiel looks again and almost dives away when Dean suddenly appears, but he doesn’t see Cas. He’s dancing through his room, arms widely spread and jumping onto his bed and down to the floor, singing along to the lyrics Castiel only vaguely knows.

The worst (or best) part is that he’s only wearing boxers.

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it was a good run.

i’m going on an indefinite hiatus from tumblr. if you want a detailed explanation as to why, you can read this post and i guess this one too. beware, though, they’re quite lengthy and detailed. i am bidding farewell to a very important part of my life so i felt it was necessary to get out all my emotions in order to move on.

i also apologize for making a lot of those situations about me when i wasn’t a part of them, but i can’t help my feelings. observing terrible things that happened to people i care about from afar has taken it’s toll on me. seeing people in pain and being unable to console them no matter how much you wish you could take their struggling away is some of the worst pain in itself.

despite ending on such a glum note, i cherish the time i had on this blog with all of you. it was wonderful and i’m glad i got to interact with such amazing people. it was a good stress reliever while my physical health kept deteriorating, and through the family issues that popped up in recent months. it was a fun way for me to share my content with others and bond over our favourite groups.

i’m so fond of everyone that decided to hit that follow button. it meant and still means the world to me. i appreciate every single person that took time out of their day to read my work, to send me asked, to reply to my posts, to support me. i will never will be able to fully express my gratitude. just know that i appreciate you so much.

i’d also like to mention some people.

@exoverdosed @mewchim @ktaebwi @army-baby-gzb @war-of-hormoan @dailydoseofdia @thestarsarejusthelicopters @bts-bap-trash @mylovejhs @everyonegetsmeaheartbeatcloser @rapmonamous @mygucciman @protectaetae @taecup @daematos @missbaptan @allbap @bangedhim @bbangception @hyunqvwon @monstalways @heonseoks @hellazelo @itsbap @freehoseoksdick @godsavemefrombts @yoongkitty @summertae @bulletproofwhalien @saintminyoongi @allbap @bruisedjin @velvethoseok @hijoonie @cursed-kpop-images @dearmyjimin @bluekyun @ask-bts-stuff @amazzjin @floralseokjin @byeoltan @boymeetsfiction @tayegi @kimdaily @jimlingss @sweaterpawsjimin @btssmutgalore @impossiblewriter @blondejeon @googlebts @jungkook-e @softjiminstan @hoodiejungkook @jungkoog @jheartseok @namjoon-be-my-friend @parkjiminbiased @j—-nope @zephyoongist @literally-just-yoongi-trash @taesberet @drquinzelharleen @nochuie @jiminelli @kthyunngg @twentytaehyung @bang-tan @taesthetes

these are only a fraction of the blogs i wish to thank. you made my experience on tumblr so much better and i enjoyed having you all on my dash. seeing posts from you made me smile and i’m glad i was fortunate enough to stumble across your blogs.

my content will remain up save for my art which i have already deleted. and that is not an invitation to steal my work as i will be keeping an eye out for plagarizers. i will be leaving all my networks but this blog will stay up in case i ever feel like coming back. who knows, it could be in two days or when there’s a comeback i need to yell into the void about or maybe never. if ever, i don’t think it will be anytime soon. if any mutuals would like to keep contact with me, please message me and maybe we can exchange social media handles.

i’ve thought long and hard. i didn’t want to leave, i didn’t want to let go. i tried my hardest to detach myself from my doubts, but i also have to think about my own well being. i have to think about what’s best for me. this was my last resort but with all the progress i’ve made the past few months, i cannot sacrifice my mental health to stay on this site.

i wish you all the very best. i hope you all live relatively happy lives and work to achieve your goals. i’ll always be rooting for every one of you, even if i’m not on tumblr. again, if you would like to keep in touch, please message me. i’ll be here for another 48 hours before i log out for good. i will always love and cherish all of you.

i’m sorry it’s come to this. i will miss this space but i don’t want to be here anymore, at least not right now.


7.0 | sunray (woozi)

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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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. 

anonymous asked:

YOU WANT AN ANGST REQUEST!? I'LL GIVE YOU ONE!? READER LISTENS TO SOMETHING THAT MIGHT BE INTERPRETED AS CHEATING BUT IT REALLY WASN'T!? BUT SHE JUST DOESN'T COME BACK OR SOMETHING? LIKE SHE LEAVES AND (oh god i need to chil) eventually he finds her and explains? but like.. SUPER angsty at the beginning! with iwaizumi, oikawa or bokuto! you decide ^^

I tried to make this angsty, but it didn’t turn out like I hoped, lol.

I’m just gonna write for Iwaizumi and Oikawa since it got kinda long, sorry!


You both are in adults in here

“Hey Hajime, how was your workout?” You greeted as he entered through the doors of your shared apartment. “Tough, I liked it.” He chuckled and you smiled at him from your spot on the couch. 

“You’re looking great babe~” You compliment as his ears turn red from the sudden praise. Looking away shyly, he thanks you before heading off to shower to remove all the sweat from his tired body.

Getting up onto your feet, you reach for Iwaizumi’s items he tossed on the floor earlier and brought them over towards the bedroom for him. As you were setting his stuff away or throwing his dirty clothes into the hamper, his phone vibrated and you couldn’t help but peek over.

From: Hitomi

‘Great workout today! Can’t wait for tomorrow!’

Furrowing your brows, you looked at the name closer. “Hitomi? That’s a girl name.” You didn’t want to jump to conclusions right away because you knew Iwaizumi wouldn’t cheat on you, but you couldn’t stop your mind from wandering.

A few minutes passed and you heard Iwaizumi exiting the bathroom, running over to the other side, you pretended not to have evidence of anything that had just happened. 

Walking into the room, he had a towel on his fresh shower hair and noticed his phone right away. As you watched him reply to the text, you decided to subtly ask.

“Oh, are you texting Oikawa?” Iwaizumi shook his head and set his phone down after he finished, “Nah, just a friend.” Nodding at him, you turned back around and continued to set his stuff away, “Oh.”

You knew it was bad to follow him to the gym, but you couldn’t help yourself after reading that text message. 

Walking into the gym, you hid behind a wall and watched as he approached a female, all suited in workout clothing, looking all nice and everything. Frowning with narrowed eyes, you watched as she gave him a hug before the two walked off to work out together. 

Just as you were about to turn around and leave, your eyes caught sight of them at the squatting station; ho he was positioned behind her while she stuck out that butt of hers. 

Furious, you exited the gym with clenched fists and instead of walking to the apartment, you took a detour to a different place.

“(Name), I’m home.” Iwaizumi called out as he took his shoes off at the door. He noticed that all the lights were off and no response was heard. “(Name)?”

Thinking that you might’ve fallen asleep or went out to run some errands, he took a shower and cooked a meal for himself, but after a few hours, you still weren’t back. 

He sent a text a few hours ago too, but you still didn’t reply. Dialing your number, he waited for you to pick up, but you didn’t. 

Now he was starting to get nervous.

The sun was setting and he had no information on where you were at. Putting matters into his own hands, he went out and looked for you. 

He checked at Oikawa’s place because for some reason you would always go there, but you weren’t this time. He checked at your favorite cafes or date locations, but you weren’t there either.

Finally, he found himself at the front gates of Aoba Johsai high school and noticed your figure standing there, looking over at the building. 

“(Name)!” Iwaizumi yelled running over to you. Looking over at him, he immediately pulled you into his chest, “Why didn’t you answer any of my calls or texts? I was so worried!” He scolded.

Letting out a sigh, you stepped back from him, “Can you be honest with me Hajime?” Raising a brow, he nodded, “Sure?”

“Are you cheating on me?” You asked, looking up at him, hands clenched beside you. Iwaizumi let out a confused chuckle, “No, why would you think that?”

“I saw your messages with that Hitomi girl and I saw the two of you at the gym, really close together.” You confessed, holding your hands tightly together as you looked down at the floor. 

“Hitomi? (Name), I’m a physical trainer and she just happens to be the girl I’m training. There’s nothing more between us.” Iwaizumi answers, crossing his arms. “Are you lying to me?” 

“No! Why would I? We’re dating (Name), you know that.” Sighing, you walk into his chest and wrap your arms around him, “I’m sorry Hajime. I keep doing this to you.” 

“I’m just glad you’re safe. Let’s head home and get you warmed up first.“

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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 Show You (Part 6) - Theo Raeken Imagine

❁ (not my gif, cred to sweet owner) ❁

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.(:


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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I’ll Be There - Part 5

|Part 1| |Part 2| |Part 3| |Part 4| |Part 6| |Part 7| |Part 8| |Part 9| |Part 10| |Part 11| |Part 12| |Part 13| |Part 14| |Part 15| |Epilogue|

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 

Originally posted by sweaterpawsjimin

“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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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.

Your idiot best friend.

—  The beginning of a Long Distance Friendship
I don't even know your name.
  • *based off the song by Shawn Mendes*
  • *I kinda cringe at this but it's worth a shot*
  • I saw you standing there, My mind was taken over by your brown eyes that somehow shined in the dim room.
  • I dont know if I was drunk or not, I didn't remember much from that day.
  • It was long before I saw you sit down. Alone.
  • I would have walked up to You, Would have talked to you, I would have done anything to see them eyes again.
  • But I was pulled back by Pj, He asked what drink i wanted, I replied to him quickly without thinking.
  • As I turned around you weren't on the sofa any more, I searched the room for you, only to see you beside Me, ordering from the bartender.
  • _______
  • I said hi and you replied with a slightly drunk smile, But I could tell it was genuine.
  • "Hey", You said, taking a sip of your drink.
  • "How are You?", I asked, trying to make small talk.
  • "I'm good now that I have someone to talk to", You smiled.
  • I remember, we talked for a few hours, I made a stupid joke and you laughed at it, Your smile was somehow beautiful.
  • We ordered more drinks, both of us becoming even more intoxicated.
  • You led me to the bathroom, your hand in mine.
  • You pinned me against the wall, Gently somehow, You were so gentle with everything you did, wether that was with the way you spoke or the way you touched Me, You were always so gentle.
  • You had your lips against mine, my hands tugging at your shirt.
  • It was a drunken mess but it felt right, I knew I wouldn t regret it.
  • We didn't take it far, we both knew that was going too fast.
  • I led you away, we smiled at eachother, My head hurt from the amount of alcohol I had consumed but it didnt matter when you smiled at me and the pain was gone.
  • We saw a group of people, you looked like you were trying to hide from Them, they had cameras, I understood.
  • But of course they saw you, we both saw them walk up to us and you quickly scribbled on a piece of paper, I took it without looking at it.
  • And then you were gone, Taken with the crowd.
  • _________
  • Turns out you were a celebrity I had never heard of.
  • I walked- no, I staggered home and almost immediately collapsed on my bed, The alcohol I had drunk that night was too much.
  • I forgot to check that piece of paper.
  • I think I dreamt about You, I don't remember properly.
  • I only remember waking up, In the dream, I only saw a tall silhouette, somehow the dark eyes glowed and it's the only feature i could see.
  • Nothing happened, I was propped on my elbows, just watching the shadows and it was doing the same.
  • Then I woke up.
  • Everything was so quiet and lifeless, my head hurt so much and my throat was dry, I went to the kitchen and downed a few pain killers with water.
  • I remember staggering to the kitchen and putting my clothes into the washing machine, a piece of paper fell out of the pocket of my jeans, I checked it and saw a number written messily on it.
  • Someone picked up the call on the third ring.
  • "Hello?", They said, they're voice hoarse.
  • "Who is this?"
  • "You called Me.."
  • "I found your number on a piece of paper in my jeans"
  • "Ah, You", I could hear your grin, "How are You?"
  • "You still haven't told me your name"
  • "That doesn't matter right now"
  • "But-"
  • "We made out last night"
  • "Oh...um"
  • "Don't worry, It was great"
  • _____
  • You were always on my mind, I couldn't  sleep properly, couldn't eat, I could barely form a sentence.
  • It had it been a few days, I hadn t called you, I was too shy.
  • I got through work somehow, altough I was constantly drawing you on my notebook, I would get weird looks from my co-workers but I didn't really care, How could I care about other people when you were on my mind?
  • "Why do you keep drawing that one random person?", Pj asked as he say down to eat lunch with Me, of course I left my sandwich untouched.
  • "Um-I, No reason, I just like drawing it", I spluttered, stuffing my notebook into my briefcase and bending the pages slightly.
  • "You know, He looked a bit like someone I keep seeing in magazines", Pj told me.
  • I knew he was talking about you, "W-what's his name?", I asked, desperate to know who you were.
  • "I don't know, I just keep seeing him"
  • I sighed without replying.
  • "What?"
  • "Nothing", I said, getting up and leaving.
  • I took my phone out of my pocket and picked the contact I had saved as 'nameless'.
  • _______
  • "Hey, you", You said down the phone, it made me blush, I'll admit that.
  • "Hi, Can you please tell me your name?"
  • "Why would you want to know my name? Names are just sounds we use to label ourselves"
  • "Shut up, you dork", I laughed, I could hear you laughing to.
  • "I dont know your name either actually"
  • "You mean the sound used to label me?", I smirked.
  • "Yes, I dont know the sound that is used to label you"
  • "That sound is Phil"
  • "Nice sound"
  • "Thank you, altough, you should probably thank my parents"
  • "Ah, Yes, the parents, when do I meet them?"
  • "After you tell me your name.....and buy me dinner"
  • "I'll have to wait then"
  • "Why wont you tell me your name?"
  • "I don't know, it's fun to know you're thinking about me"
  • "Seriously?"
  • "Yeah, Its cute"
  • "Shut up!", I laugh down the phone.
  • "Make me"
  • "I will if we meet up"
  • "Sounds like a plan"
  • You told me to meet you at the coffee shop that was just around the corner from me.
  • It wasn't long until you had your lips against mine and my hands travelling up to your hair.
  • The coffee shop was luckily empty, apart from the woman behind the bar that was listening to music through her headphones and couldn't care less that we were making out in the corner.
  • I pushed you away, "I-I still dont know your name", I muttered, Looking into your lustful eyes.
  • You held a finger to my lips, "soon", You whispered softly.
  • _______
  • The morning after tore me apart, The daily newspaper was delivered, I looked through it and suddenly stopped, dropping the paper immediately, Running into my room and grabbing my phone, I was reading the words over and over, They were imprinted into my mind:
  • Dan Howell caught making out in corner of local coffee shop with mystery man.
  • Followed by a picture of us on the green armchair that I remembered as a place of happiness.
  • I didn't even think this sort of stuff would be printed into a newspaper, It wasn't news-worthy.
  • I called you, You answered, The fist thing you said to me was "I'm sorry", Followed by a small sob.
  • "I-Dan.."
  • "Well now you know my name"
  • "Yeah"
  • "I'm sorry", You said again.
  • "Its-It's okay", I replied.
  • "Really?"
  • "Yeah, Dan, It isn't your fault"
  • "Thank you so much"
  • "Its no proble-", I heard shouting coming from your end of the line.
  • I could only hear a few "Dan Howell!"'s and one person shouted, "Who was that man?!"
  • "Shit, They found out where I live"
  • "Dan?"
  • "Ive gotta go"
  • "Dan?", The line went dead.
  • I didn't hear back from you since.
  • ______
  • I hadn t heard from you in at least a week, your calls went voicemail, you didn't reply to my messages.
  • I searched your name, It said you were some sort of ex-band member.
  • It made sense.
  • I had no idea where to start looking, I didn't know where to go, who to talk to.
  • I called again, It went to voicemail, again.
  • I spent hours everyday, just wandering up streets, Looking  for any sign of you, I found nothing.
  • I searched through magazines, nothing.
  • Nothing.
  • I couldn't take it, I sat in bed, tugging at my hair, Craving you and your beautiful smile, your eyes that seemed to brighten my day, your soft voice and kind words, I missed it all.
  • _______
  • Even the lack of the 10 minute phonecalls we had was killing me slowly.
  • I missed your cocky personality.
  • I missed your stupid remarks.
  • I missed your lips.
  • I missed your name.
  • I missed you.
  • If I couldn't sleep, eat or work earlier, I definetly couldn't now, It wasn't good, It wasn't healthy and I didn't know why you were doing it to me.
  • ____
  • I remember when I found you, I should have been happy but you were shaking, You were crying, you were curled into a ball in the corner of your living room, your for head resting on your knees.
  • You called me, told me the address, I got in the back, past the paparazzi, You told me you couldn't take it anymore, you wanted to be normal, you did want people chasing you around with cameras, making everthing you do public.
  • And I understood.
  • I sat down next to you and wrapped my arms around you, I felt your body relax and I laid your head on my lap, stroking your hair in a comforting manner.
  • You were breaking and I was trying to fix you, bit by bit.
  • It was slow, but it worked.
  • I snuk you through the back of your house, you had a small bag of only important belongings, I held your hand, Running my thumb over he back of it.
  • We walked back to my flat, I let you sleep, you needed it, I saw the bags under your eyes and the way your hands shook slightly.
  • I got in bed beside you and you immediately wrapped your arms and legs around me and nuzzled your head into my chest.
  • I hugged you back, It was comforting for the both of us.
  • "Thank you", I heard you whisper, And you hugged me a little tighter, I stoked your hair.
  • "No Thank you", I whispered back.
  • ________
  • We had been together for 2 years and engaged for 3  months.
  • remember when I proposed.
  • We went on holiday, to Paris.
  • I brought you onto the Eiffel Tower, I giggled when you covered your eyes, you were scared of the height.
  • I told you not to worry, I held both of your hands and told you I was there for you and wouldn t let you fall, I would never let you fall.
  • You smiled at me and kissed my cheek.
  • It was such a beautiful view, you were looking out the window when I laced my hand in yours and kissed it.
  • I got down on one knee and saw your lips stretch into a smile.
  • I pulled out the ring and uttered the words I had been wanting to say since I laid eyes on you.
  • "Will you marry me"
  • You said yes, You said yes and slipped the ring onto your finger, you pulled me into a kiss, cupping my cheeks, I held your waist gently.
  • It was beautiful.
  • ______
  • The wedding was even better somehow.
  • Our families both came together, our friends joined to.
  • No one disturbed the wedding.
  • We said "I do"
  • We told eachother that we Loved one another.
  • It was all true, every word.
  • ' Till death do us part.
  • I remember the after party, we cut the cake and you smashed some into my face as a joke, I laughed with you and did the same.
  • You held my hand while Pj gave the best man speech.
  • We watched our mother's tear up and our father's hug us with a pat on the back.
  • We were told we were perfect for eachother, 'a match made in heaven'
  • We were.
  • We were told our love was from a movie.
  • It felt like it.
  • We were told to take care of eachother.
  • And we did.
  • For a while.
  • _______
  • I miss you.
  • We were married for 3 years.
  • It was the best fucking three years of my entire life.
  • I remember waking up every morning to the smell do you cooking breakfast.
  • I remember how I would lace my arms around your bare back in the shower and wash your hair.
  • The nights we spent watching movies, a bowl of popcorn in front of us, we normally got too involved in eachother to focus on the movie, Sharing soft kisses.
  • The way we would talk about adoption.
  • That never happened.
  • We planned to travel the world.
  • That never happened.
  • I miss the way you would whisper in my ear at night, you would always say "We're in love, aren't we?"
  • It made me smile and I would kiss you before laying down and letting you rest your head on my chest.
  • I would stroke your hair until you fell asleep and let out soft snores.
  • I remember Christmas, we'd put the tree up together and you would make fun of my wrapping skills.
  • I loved it.
  • I loved you.
  • I love you.
  • Our movie-romance soon ended.
  • You became weaker, you couldn't do much.
  • I had to help you get dressed.
  • I had to help feed you.
  • You couldn't whisper to me at night any more and make me smile.
  • You were in hospital most nights and I wasn't allowed to stay.
  • I would grip the space on the mattress where you used to lay.
  • They never did diagnose you.
  • I guess, Just like your name, It was just a sound to label you.
  • You wouldn't have wanted to know What It was, you really did hate labels.
  • And I love you for that.
  • Rest In peace....Nameless.
  • I love you.
  • __________
  • The end 
  • You can call me a liar but you just witnessed the death of Danisnotonfire.
  • (Sorry not sorry)
  • P.s I wrote this at 12am

“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!)

Words: 1235

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.

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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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.
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:


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.


“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 ͡°)

Stay Up 'Til the Lights Go Out

otpprompts Imagine person A and Person B talking on the phone all night by accident, then sending each other tired selfies in the morning. Bonus: Person A messages B how they fell asleep in class/work that day.


“Clarke you should go to sleep, I’m going to be out til daybreak. And you have class in the morning babe.” Bellamy spoke into the phone that was sitting between his shoulder and head as he grabbed his things for his night shift. He hated doing night patrols but, thus, was the case of being a rookie cop.  Nodding to Miller who was getting into the driver side of the patrol car, Bellamy walked around to the other side and slid in as he heard Clarke’s reply.

 “But I wanted to stay up and talk to you, Bell. Between your night rounds and my practically unlimited residency hours, we never see each other. We keep missing each other, I miss ya.” Clarke’s reply came through slowly, her exhaustion evident through her voice.

 “I miss you too, but your class–”

 “Will still be there three times a week for the next two months. Wouldn’t be the first time I’d be tired in that class either. Stop worrying Bellamy and just talk to me. I’m assuming you’re out with Miller?”

 “Yeah, he’s driving and probably none too happy that I’m on the phone.”

 “Liar, Miller doesn’t care. Right Miller?” Clarke asks the last bit loudly knowing that the other dark male in the police car will be able to hear her.

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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