Stiles groaned and took a very long swig from his travel coffee mug as he hitched his messenger bag up higher on his shoulder. It was barely eight in the morning, and consequently, he could barely keep his eyes open. He was a grad student for fuck’s sake, and it was understood that in order to make up for the shitty stipend and the whole working-around-the-clock thing, he got to sleep in until 10. At least. After all, if he was up until 3 working, it was only fair. But noooo, his advisor—fuck you, Finstock—had insisted on an early meeting today.
He passed the bus stop and realized that at least he was lucky in that he lived close enough to campus that he could walk instead of dealing with public transportation at rush hour. Small condolences, really, though.
He yawned and accidentally bumped into someone walking past him. Stiles tried to apologize, but the word got stuck in his throat when he opened his eyes and caught a glimpse of the person he’d nearly knocked over. He was about Stiles’ height but bigger, all broad shoulders and muscles capped off by really great hair and an unfairly attractive face. “Uh.”
The guy gave him a curt little nod and neatly sidestepped him, continuing on his way. Stiles snuck a look over his shoulder, and yep, the rear view in those tight slacks was pretty good, too. The guy stopped at the bus stop, leaning against the sign, and Stiles sighed. It was a dreamy sigh, even he could admit that.
He had a feeling he was going to become a morning person.
Imagine Skyping with Jensen and Jared and Misha not leaving you two alone.
“Hey sweetheart.” Jensen’s face light up the moment he saw you on the screen and you grinned at your boyfriend-fiance too.
“Hey b-” before you could even say the second word, Misha and Jared came into view.
“Hey baby.” Jared said with a grin.
“Hey love, good to see you again. Am really missing you.” Misha gave you a pout as he rested his weight on Jensen who only rolled his eyes at his friends. You giggled at your friends behavior.
“Missed you too guys.” you chuckled, a hand resting over your sowllen belly as Jensen gave a look at Misha and Jared.
“Nice hirt you’re wearing sweetheart.” Jared winked at you and you laughed, looking down at your Always Keep Fighting oversized hoodie and you grinned at him.
“Baby Ackles supports it too!” you grinned rubbing your belly and he chuckled.
“Guys-” Jensen pursed his lips “Do you mind?” he motioned towards you- or at least the computer.
“Oh no, it’s fine.” Misha shrugged “You are not bothering.” and he looked at you as you giggled at Jensen’s expression.
“Guys I am kinda having a moment with my girl, here.” he sighed.
“So are we!” Jared said matter-of-factly and you chuckled, making Jensen giving you too a look at which you responded with only a shrug.
“Don’t be selfish Jensen! Sharing is caring!” Misha said as if it was the most simple thing in the world and you giggled loudly at the mortified expression on his face.
“Not when it comes to my fiance!” he exclaimed, his voice raising and octave and you chuckled.
Jared rolled his eyes and scoffed “Geez Jens relax we are not going to steal your girlfriend.”
“Not that we couldn’t, if we didn’t try.” Misha winked at you and you laughed when Jensen smacked the back of his head.
“Guys” you giggled “It’s ok, don’t tease my boy.” you smiled at the scowl on Jensen’s face “He knows I have eyes only for him. My heart will always belong to him, no matter what.” you smiled at the shy smile that spread on his lips “Plus- I’m sorry to tell you, but hard as you try none would be able to do the things Jens does to me.” you winked at him as his eyes widened.
“Ew (Y/n)-” Jared said as he and Misha made a face “I just ate breakfast, I don’t need to throw up.”
“Gosh I really feel like throwing up myself now.” Misha shook his head “I really- really didn’t need the images (Y/n).”
“Neither did I.” Jared shuddered unpleasantly.
“Well, now you know how I got her pregnant.” Jensen slapped their back with a satisfied smile “How about you get going now, before she gets into more detail?”
“Trying to get us outta here, Ackles?” Misha narrowed his eyes at his friend who all-but-wanted to shout at him the ‘yes’.
“Too bad cause it is not going to work.” Jared said with a smirk and Misha nodded his head as Jensen only slammed back in his chair with a heavy sigh.
“So much for some time alone.” he mumbled and you gave him a sympathetic smile.
“Technically- you are not so much alone with all these miles separating you.” Misha notted and Jensen gave him a side look.
“You don’t have to remind us.” you sighed a little sadly “Never thought I’d look forward to Christmas this much. Can’t wait to have you back home, baby.” you said softly to him, despite Misha and Jared still being there.
They had gotten used to seeing you share moments like this, hell they had even started them before you got together so you practically owed it to them. But the moment you got to spend close to your boyfriend were, unfortunately, very few so that didn’t leave any room for caring about PDA. You got so emotional whenever you were close, so who care about others being there.
“Aww baby- we missed you too.” Misha and Jared said in unison as they leaned closer to the camera and Jensen shook his head with a laugh.
“Pretty sure she wasn’t talking to you.” he gave them a look but then looked back at you and smiled softly.
“I promise I will be back soon, baby. We can decorate the Christmas tree together- The three of us.” he smiled, his eyes going glossy and it made your heart swell inside your chest.
“Yeah-” yous swallowed the lump in your throat “The three of us.”
“But if it was five you wouldn’t mind, right Jensen?”
As much as I would really like to have saved myself heartache, embarrassment or gossip, I also know that my biggest mistakes have turned into my best lessons. And sometimes my greatest career triumphs. If my life had been turbulence-free, maybe my music would be beige, maybe the stadiums wouldn’t be full and the mantle would be a little more empty.
“As much as I would really like to have saved myself heartache, embarrassment or gossip, I also know that my biggest mistakes have turned into my best lessons and sometimes my greatest career triumphs…If my life had been turbulence free, no bumps in the road at all, maybe my music would be more beige, maybe the stadiums wouldn’t be so full and the mantle would be a little more empty.”
“As much as I would really like to have saved myself heartache, embarrassment or gossip, I also know that my biggest mistakes have turned into my best lessons. And sometimes my greatest career triumphs. If my life had been turbulence-free, maybe my music would be beige, maybe the stadiums wouldn’t be full and the mantle would be a little more empty.”
With YouTube videos, it’s really tough for me ‘cause I worry so much. I’m not saying that Dan Takes Quizzes About Himself was filler while I was having an existential crisis thinking about this rebranding, moving out, going to Australia but it kind of was. It’s that thing where lots of people can enjoy lots of content but I feel like… what makes me happy, what makes Daniel happy, is when I feel like I’m really, really challenging myself and expressing myself and doing something that I feel like is original… to me and not just like any kind of light entertainment anyone could make. And I know that’s bad in the sense there’s so many things I could do that people would just enjoy and I could make so much content, you know the kind that other people do, like reacting to things, talking about a thing, like even sketchy videos you know, like Lilly Singh makes so much content and she’s amazing. I don’t even know how she does it. Queen of YouTube and life. But the whole thing with me is I roll around for four days, and even if what only comes out at the other end of it is My Evil Piano Teacher or I Nearly Blinded Myself or you know something deep, too deep for me, at some point I felt like it was something personal to me that I wanted to express.
I honestly adore Dan’s content so much that I don’t mind that we get less of it because I love the videos where he’s clearly put so much thought into them. Those are the kind of videos I come back to watch time and time again.
As much as I would really like to have saved myself heartache, embarrassment or gossip, I also know that my biggest mistakes have turned into my best lessons and sometimes my greatest career triumphs…If my life had been turbulence free, no bumps in the road at all, maybe my music would be more beige, maybe the stadiums wouldn’t be so full and the mantle would be a little more empty.
BTS reaction to you wearing superhero boxers and a Pokémon shirt to bed
A/N: I personally really like Marvel and Pokémon myself so this was definitely really interesting. Especially cause I’ve never gotten a request so specific XD. But I liked this a lot so thank you for requesting!
Secret Love Song - A Harry Styles Mini Series (Part 1)
The sound of your phone ringing woke you up causing you to groan. You reached over to pick it up from the nightstand and saw that it was your boss. You sighed sitting up in bed and sliding to answer your phone.
“Hello?” You said quietly.
“Y/N! Thank god! Okay, are you available this morning?” She asked.
“Uh… yeah, why?” You asked.
“Madison is sick and she had an interview at BBC Radio scheduled and I need you to take her place,” she said.
“Sure, I can do it. What time?” You asked looking over at your clock.
“Well, you have to be there in an hour,” she said.
Seriously? How did she expect you to get ready, drive there, and be prepared for the interview in less than an hour?
“Okay, I’ll be there,” you said.
“Thank you!! This is such a huge interview for us, so I’m so glad we don’t have to cancel it. I owe you big time!” She said.
You ended the call and then quickly got out of bed and went into your closet. You through on some black jeans, a nice top and a blazer along with some heels before quickly throwing your hair in a bun and putting on a bit of makeup.
Once you were ready to go, you grabbed your bag and notebook and headed out the door.
You arrived at the studio and showed your press pass. Your boss sent you an email with all the information and questions that Madison had prepared, so once you checked in you sat down and scanned over everything.
Your face flushed when you saw the name of who you would be interviewing.
Freaking out was an understatement at this point. You were used to interviewing celebrities and other semi-famous people, but this was the first time you were interviewing someone of this caliber and someone you were a fan of.
If you weren’ t already nervous, you definitely were now and after reading Madison’s question, you knew that you couldn’t ask these.
You checked the time and saw that you had about fifteen minutes before your scheduled time, so you quickly took out your notebook and started writing down different questions.
This interview was supposed to be about his new single and album as a solo artist, so all the questions you were writing down were revolved around that.
“Y/N?” Harry’s PR came said walking over to you.
“Hi, yes,” you said standing up and holding out your hand.
“Hey, we’re ready for you, now,” she said.
“Great,” you said grabbing your things and following her into the room.
With each step you took, your nerves started to take over. You were starting to feel sick yourself, but it was much too late to turn around and go the other way.
Plus, you wouldn’t want to make a bad impression by leaving and being unprofessional.
She opened the door and let you walk in before her. When you walked into the room, you saw Harry standing over to the side talking with a few people and drinking some water.
“You can just have a seat right over there,” she told you pointing to one of the chairs in the middle of the room.
You nodded and went over to the first chair. You set your bag down and took out your notebook and favorite pen. You also grabbed your phone and set it up to record the interview in case you missed a few things while you were taking notes.
You were just getting everything set up when you felt someone walking up behind you. You turned around and saw Harry Styles standing there with a smile on his face and his hand stretched out.
“Hello, I’m Harry,” he smiled.
“Hi, I’m Y/N,” you said. “I’m from “Y/Magazine/N.”
“Nice to meet you. I’m ready whenever you’re ready,” he said.
“Oh, I’m just about set up, so if you want to just have a seat or something… that’s fine,” you told him.
“I’m just going to grab some water, would you like one?” He asked.
“S-Sure, Yeah, if you don’t mind,” you said.
“Course not,” he smiled before walking back over to the table of food and drinks to grab two bottles of water.
When he came back, you took the water bottle from him and your hands gently touched causing your face to blush fifty shades of red.
You cleared your throat and sat down in your chair while Harry sat in his in front of you.
“Okay, I’m just going to press record on here,” you say mostly to yourself and then you look up at Harry. “So, Harry, first I want to say thank you for coming today.”
“No problem, thank you for having me,” he smiled.
“Let’s start off with how’s your day going so far?” You asked.
“It’s going great. A little nerve wracking, but for the most part it’s been amazing,” he said. “What about you? How’s your day?”
“It’s going pretty well,” you nod with a smile. “Now, for all the people who might not know about this, why don’t you tell us a little bit about your new single that’s coming out in a few days.”
“Well, it’s coming out April 7th and it’s called Sign Of The Times. I’m really looking to it finally coming out. I’ve been waiting for this time for awhile now and now that’s its finally time, I can’t wait for everyone to hear it,” he answered.
“I’m sure everyone is just as excited if not more to hear it as well,” you smiled.
“Would you like to hear it?” He asked.
“Sure, if that’s okay,” You said.
“Of course it’s okay, I want to know what you think about it and I’m sure everyone will want to know about it in the interview too,” he smiled.
“True,” you nodded.
Harry reached into his pocket and pulled out his phone. He typed in his password and scrolled through before you start to hear music filling the air of the room.
Once the final note of the song played out, Harry looked over at you. His eyes were trying to meet with yours, but they were having a hard time probably from the nerves of waiting on your opinion.
“Wow. That was really good,” you smiled. “I mean wow, I’m speechless.”
“I’m going to take that as a good sign,” he smiled.
You nodded with a laugh.
About an hour later, your time was up. You stood up and held out your hand.
“Thanks again. It was really nice meeting you and your song is really beautiful. Congratulations,” you smiled to him.
“Thank you, it means a lot that you enjoyed it,” he smiled. “And it was very nice to meet you.”
“Well, I should better get going. I’m sure you have more interviews to do,” you said packing up your things.
“Actually, you were my last one of the day,” he smiled. “Grimmy and I were just about to head out for some lunch.”
“Oh, well, I don’t want to keep you from that either, so I’ll be out in a bit,” you said.
“This might be a bit forward, but do you have any lunch plans?” He asked.
“I’ll probably just grab something nearby,” you shrugged.
“Would you want to join us for lunch?” Harry suggested.
That came out of the fucking blue.
“Um, I don’t know if that’s professional,” you blushed. “I mean, I would love too, but I don't’ know how my boss would look at that since you’re technically a client.”
“Oh, right, yeah I didn’t even think of that,” he blushed running his hand through his hair.
“Sorry,” you sighed.
“No, no, I understand,” he said.
“What if I invited you?” Nick said from the other side of the room. “I’m not your client, so if I invited you out to lunch and Harry just happened to be there… “ he suggested.
“He makes a valid point,” Harry smirked.
“That he does, but I would hate to intrude on your plans though,” you said putting your bag over your shoulder.
“It’s fine really, I don’t mind and it’s obvious that Harry doesn’t mind,” Nick smirked putting his arm around his shoulder.
You looked at the time before looking up at them. “Well, I guess I do need to eat at some point today, right?” You laughed.
“Exactly!” Nick said. “We’re going to a place just down the street, you’re more than welcome to walk with us.”
“Sure, sounds great,” you said.
The walk to the restaurant was a little awkward, mostly because of you. You couldn’t believe that you were going out to lunch with Harry Styles right now and that he was the one who asked.
Maybe he was just being polite and after the lunch, he wouldn’t want anything else to do with you. Or maybe he was hoping you would write a better article about him if he took you out to lunch?
Honestly, whatever the reason didn’t matter in that moment because you just needed to focus on not making yourself seem like an idiot.
When you get to the restaurant, Harry opens the door and holds it open for you.
“Thanks,” you smiled walking through the doorway.
“No problem,” he said.
You all sit down at a table and look over the menu before ordering. The waitress takes your menus and you take a sip of your water.
“So, Y/N, since you spent the last hour talking about Harry, why don’t you spend some time to talk about yourself?” Nick said looking over at you.
“Oh, no, I don’t really like talking about myself.” you said shaking your head.
“Neither do I,” Harry laughed.
You giggled. “Well, if I have to, why don’t you two ask me questions and I’ll answer them. Let me be the interviewee for once,”
“We can do that,” Nick smirked.
“How long have you been a journalist?” Harry asked.
“Professionally, almost four years,” you answered.
“Wow, so what made you want to be in journalism?” He asked.
“I’ve always enjoyed writing since I was younger and I worked for school newspapers, and when it came to University, journalism was a better degree option than a creative writing one,” you shrugged.
“Do you not enjoy being a journalist?” Nick asked.
“It’s not exactly that. I mean don’t get me wrong, I love being able to do what I do, but despite popular belief interviewing celebrities wasn’ t exactly the type of journalism I wanted to get into. No offense,” you coughed.
“None taken,” Harry says. “What type of journalism would prefer?”
“I guess one that has a bit more meaning, like traveling the world and helping others while writing about my experiences there and things like that,” you blushed.
“Why haven’t you tried that?” Harry asked.
“Because unfortunately, that type of journalism doesn’t exactly pay the bills. When I was in university, I got the internship at the magazine company I’m working with now, there aren’t many traveling journalist jobs available,” you shrugged.
“Well, don’t give up on that, hopefully, one day you’ll be able to do it,” Harry smiled over at you.
“I hope so,” you smiled.
After you all finished eating lunch, you get out your wallet to pay, but Harry puts his hand over yours.
“Don’t worry about it,” Harry said.
“Are you sure?” You said.
“Yeah, it’s fine,” he said. “But if anyone asks, he paid for it.” Harry nodded over to Nick with a smirk.
You sighed but nodded with a laugh. Once the ticket was paid for, you all head out to leave. You walk back to the studio, where your car is, which happens to be parked right next to Harry’s.
Nick had already gone back inside the studio, so it was just you and Harry standing near your cars.
“Just so you know, I don’t usually do this,” Harry said leaning up against his car.
“Do what?” You asked confused.
“Go to lunch with a journalist, who interviewed me,” he said. “And I’m not saying that you would, but our lunch and now is completely off the record right?”
“Of course, I would never do something that,” you said quickly.
“I know, I just wanted to make sure,” he smiled. “And I know this might be a bit of an issue for you, but I really want to see you again.”
“You do?” you said. “For like an interview?”
“No, I mean just to hang out again, maybe dinner next time?” He asked.
“Oh, um, I don’t know. I would like to, but like I said earlier…” you said.
“I understand,” he sighed kicking his boot against the pavement of the parking lot.
You bit the inside of your cheek. “How about this? We could exchange numbers and keep in touch?” You suggested. “But I don’t know about going out in public…”
Harry looked up at you smiling. “I think I can handle that.”
He handed you his phone and you added yourself into his contacts and he did the same in yours before you exchanged them back.
“Well, I better get to the office so I can start typing up your article,” you said.
“I can’t wait to read it,” he smiled.
“Maybe I’ll send you a copy before it gets published,” you smirked.
“I’ll be looking forward to it,” he said.
“Have a nice rest of the day, Harry,” you smiled with a wave.
“See you around, Y/N,” Harry said before the two of you got into your own cars.
He motioned for you to pull out first, so you did and drove straight to your office with the biggest smile on your face. While Harry drove to his house, wearing a matching smile.
Lately i really feel like getting myself some pretty clothes and just feel good with myself. For a long time i just didn’t care about it and it was fine because that’s what i felt like but lately it has changed and that’s fine too 🙃 by the way, the strange bump under my belly button is a hernia 🙄
Here's a thought: Lance although cocky about his looks is low key self conscious of himself so Keith gives him little butterfly kisses all over while telling him why he's beautiful and special.
Lance has a strict skin care routine, and he wouldn’t let menial things like living in a ten thousand years old alien castle ruin it for him.
He’s found things that suggest alteans too care about their beauty, and skillfully used his resources to put up a fight against dry skin and dirt. The fact that he also found a literal giant bathroom full of cosmetic products inside the Castle helped, too.
Keith, actually, couldn’t care less about all that. He’ll wash himself if needed, and that’s it. But it’s nice to bathe with Lance, and to feel gentle fingers applying masks on his cheeks, touching the slope of his nose, slow and wondering, even if Lance sometimes likes to call him “greasy boy” and makes him wash his hands in weird occasions.
Lance also doesn’t talk about his problems, if he specifically doesn’t have to address them, but Keith is more observant than you’d give him credit for.
The baths are already enough of a telltale - because for all his boasting, Lance seems to be unable to look at him, keeping his mouth stretched in a big grin and his eyes downcast, his stance weirdly rigid and the pitch of his tone a little off. Only when they’re fully submerged he seems to gain back his ability to snark him to death and Keith is glad, but piqued.
He brings it up on one of the night where Lance is loose, and happy, talking a mile a minute in that chatty, endearing way of his, making every dumb topic seem vastly more interesting and exciting than it should really be. In one of their bored strolls through the Castle, they found a room with glass walls, overlooking the immensity of the universe around them, and now they come here late at night (they think it’s night, anyway) to watch the stars. It’s cheesy, but whatever.
But they certainly have spotted Lance. Keith knew Lance was a bonafide attention whore, but Keith didn’t realize how deeply Lance’s need to be seen and paid attention to extended into his daily life. In short, Lance wore the girl’s uniform.
1. i used to drown myself in vodka every night to stop the ringing in my ears and the aching in my chest. since you came around, i haven’t needed a drink to forget i wasn’t okay.
2. when i was little my biggest fear was getting the flu because i hated throwing up, but now i do it on a daily basis and i’m not scared anymore. since you came around, i haven’t really felt like hurting myself in that way because i’ve never felt more beautiful.
3. i’ve always hated my laugh and my smile. since you came around, i smile even when i don’t notice. you tell me my smile is beautiful and that you love my laugh, and this is the first time in years i’ve actually started to believe it.