also you should have known better than giving me your password

Let’s Keep It A Secret

Originally posted by gdrxgonjiyong

A/n: I never thought I’d write for GD, but I did. Anyway here you go. :)

It’s not that you don’t want Jiyong to know.

The two of you have been going out for over a year, reaching two in a couple of months, and you didn’t have to feel embarrassed about liking him too much. But you are.

Because you really, really like him. Probably more than he thinks you do.

You know that it makes him happy whenever you tell him that you love him. The flicker of light in his eyes always burns each time he looks at you, and your heart throbs so fast it feels like it’s going to burst into a thousand pieces.

Still, you cannot bring yourself to tell him what’s inside that box you are keeping underneath a thick pile of sweaters in your drawer, afraid that once he finds out he will change his thoughts about you.

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but can you imagine peter falling in love with someone taller than him?

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Library boy (Namjoon || Hogwarts AU)

 ⌲ Description: The seventh year Ravenclaw boy, by the name of Namjoon was someone that interested you more than anyone else. 

♢ Pairing: Namjoon x reader -> Hogwarts AU

♢ Word count: 3.1k

♢ Genre: fluff, suggestive content

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Touch Me (Part.3 - End)

PART1 / PART2

Artist : GRAY

I walk straight to their table. Don’t care if it will make a scene there. I walk closer and see Sunghwa’s expression when notices my presence. He looks pale as if seeing ghost.

“Lee Sunghwa-ssi, Can we talk for a moment?” He stand up immediately after hear my words. His friends looking at our direction frightened while the girls ask here and there who I am.

“It’s not like what you’re thinking!” Sunghwa said as we go out from the club. I keep walking to where my car parked, looking for a quiet spot to talk. He grabs my hand and stop me.

“Listen to me! It’s not really like that!” Now he’s the one that yell at me.

“Not here Lee Sunghwa. Everybody’s watching. Let’s talk in car.” Not even a single tear drop from my eyes. He just sighs and follows me to my car.

“You know I have thousands questions for you.” I said after he close the car’s door.

“I know.” He sounds calm now. Maybe he already gives up on me.

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Thizzee fic

Managed to royally fuck up my AO3 password, so posting this here until it gets sorted out…. also posting via mobile, fuck my life and apologies for any formatting shit in advance (¬_¬)ノ


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“How long have you known Thor?”

“We met after the blackout.”

“Really?”

“Yes indeed.” Dizzee gives her his hand as she sits on the coffee table before him, legs crossed, a Lama of Cutex and Rimmel.

“That’s crazy.”

“Why?”

“You look at each other like you’ve spent a lifetime together.”

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Back-to-School App Lineup

Well, MS2.5 ends for me in a couple of days, so I decided to prepare my phone for the coming academic year. This means weeding out the useless apps and clearing out the old files. Well, I thought I’d share the apps I’m definitely keeping (aside from the obvious default apps).

1) A Soft Murmur
For when I’m tired of the usual binaural tracks I have for studying. A recent addition I only downloaded last May, it gives a pretty calming ambient BGM you can customize to your preference. And it’s free!

2) Adobe Acrobat
I haven’t used any other PDF reader except this. It gives me the essential tools (highlighter, markup), which does its job. Apparently it does desktop syncing now, but I haven’t gotten around to trying it out. Should be quite useful if I can get it to work, though.

3) Akebi
For my Japanese dictionary needs. The interface is friendlier (for me) than Aedict and has a great system for looking up unknown words! It also has a list feature that allows you to save previously searched words for review and reference.

4) AnkiDroid
My go-to app for cramming and review. I am a die-hard fan that believes in the power of SRS. I use cloze deletion to recall phrase concepts discussed in class. In my free time (I wonder when…), I make cards of MCQs (cough, sample questions) and study them on the go.

5) BYFWM!
Short for ‘Burn Your Fat with Me! For Girls’ (otherwise known as Nenshou! For Girls), this is a moetivation exercise app. It makes use of the phone’s proximity sensor in counting your sit-ups. Now it has other exercise modes like squats and push-ups. It’s also been recently released in English (the translation bit I’m proud to have helped with).

6) CamScanner
Introduced to me by a classmate. This is extremely helpful for me in making the bootleg pictures of lecture slides more presentable. But the processes take time, so I take pictures first then edit them later, if necessary. Now I just use it as a keeper for important reference slides (like tables, formulas, flowcharts, etc).

7) Chikka
A free text-messaging app that uses the internet to send costless SMS to mobile phones. I often use this when my prepaid balance is no longer sufficient.

8) Clinical Sense
An amusing interactive visual novel(?) with multiple routes ideal for medical students and practitioners. It’s made by the same creators of the Prognosis series, which will appear later in the list.

9) Clockwork Tomato
I cannot stress how important this has been to me. It keeps track of the amount of time I spend on a task, using the Pomodoro method. This has had significant influence on preventing my burn out.

10) Clue
The only cycle tracker that does not come in pink! The interface is simplistic and easy to use!

11) Crossy Road
-cough- The only recreation app I’ll probably keep.

12) Easy Voice Recorder
I use this to record feedback sessions, some high-yield lectures, and my vain singing.

13) ES File Explorer
I like this because of the Encrypt feature, and it felt more responsive to me compared to ASTRO. Plus it has its own music player and image viewer.

14) Evernote
I have not been using this for a while as it’s been laggy recently and small screens aren’t the best for notes, but I do have a couple of important lists in this app which look more presentable than Keep.

15) Facebook
Because our class announcements are posted in our Facebook group. …among all other reasons. I personally don’t like posting things on my FB…aside from drawings and other nonverbal forms of expression.

16) Financius
It’s the best expense and income manager I’ve had so far. Been using this app the longest, and it only fails when I’m too lazy to update my expenses.

17) Fit
Google’s default fitness app. Well, it’s only good for counting my steps right now since I don’t have any fitness accessories (a Jawbone would be nice…), but I like how it graphs out my activities throughout the day.

18) Forest
Kind of like Clockwork Tomato, it’s a time management app. It looks really cute, so I kept it.

19) Godville
It’s a zero-person game, so I don’t need to play it frequently. I’m keeping it cause my hero’s at a pretty good level and age now. And the diary entries are amusing.

20) HabitRPG
My best friend for the longest. My only fault is that I sometimes fall asleep forgetting to check the task I accomplished.

21) Heart Sounds & Murmurs
A very helpful reference, especially during the Cardiology module.

22) Inbox
My go-to email app after they phased out GMail.

23) Instagram
For times when I wish I were on vacation. Vicarious living it is.

24) InstaMag
For when I want to post a single image instead of several. I like this collage maker cause it doesn’t watermark.

25) JLPT PRACTICE N1-N5
Just to test my proficiency though I have no intention of taking the JLPT any time soon.

26) JLPT Words
For Japanese reading and vocabulary practice.

27) Keep
My favorite app for keeping lists and jotting down quick reminders. I like how light and responsive it is compared to Evernote.

28) LayerPaint Zero
The lightest drawing/doodling application I’ve since encountered. It supports lots of layers, custom brushes, crop and select and mirror…basically a really, really beautiful and wonderful thing.

29) LINE Tools
I’m keeping this for the QR reader and other tools it comes with. But otherwise, I don’t use it much.

30) Medscape
For SGD and pimping reference. Plus it’s offline.

31) Merriam-Webster Dictionary
My dictionary app of choice.

32) Messenger
So I can chat with people on FB without disturbing my YouTube buffering.

33) My Boy!
For when I’m traveling and need something to amuse myself with.

34) Notes
My favorite “word processor”. Has a password-protect feature which keeps my writing from prying eyes. …not that I’m hiding anything.

35) Now for Reddit
Until someone recommends a better Reddit viewer app, I’m sticking with this.

36) OnExam
A med student’s OSCE wet dream. I think. It’s a very, very handy reference for performing physical exams.

37) Osmosis
I have yet to avail of the paid features, but it’s a very promising app which tackles vital topics in med school.

38) Perfect Ear 2
In preparation for chorale practices this November-December.

39) Perfect Piano
Same reason as above.

40) Pinterest
Cause the app is more convenient than online.

41) Pocket
For offline reading and bookmarking.

42) PokeInfo
In case I need to look up type matchups and Pokemon types on the go.

43) Popup Japanese Dictionary
Akebi is one useful tool, but this is very helpful for when I’m reading a Japanese article on Chrome and don’t want to switch screens as much.

44) Prognosis (and all its specialties apps)
No better learning than handling a patient’s case. This teaches me ideal diagnostic modalities and treatment plans, and discusses the DDx rationale. At 450+ cases, there’s a lot of diseases to explore!

45) Quick LabRef
A quick reference of normal lab values. Though, they tend to differ from the values we’re taught.

46) Randomizer
I keep this because my friends and I have a hard time deciding where to eat, among other things. A random draw seals the deal…most of the time.

47) REBUS
An ice breaker and is great for taking your mind off a droning lecture. But I’ve solved all the ones released for now, so it’s now only for reference.

48) RescueTime
I downloaded it based on a studyblr recommendation. Goes to show how careless I am with spending my time on my phone. Oh, well.

49) SharpMindMap
A free mind mapper I use for organizing concepts, sometimes. I prefer LucidChart on the desktop, but this app does a good enough job on mobile.

50) Skype
I don’t use it a lot, but it’s there for when family wants to cam and such.

51) Speedtest
For checking whether internet intends to be cooperative.

52) Translate
Has a couple of languages for translation offline. I find this handy.

53) True Color
A mind-twister good for waking me up in the morning.

54) Tumblr
What can I say?

55) Twitter
My favorite feature is the multiple account capability, so I can tweet using my personal account, my public account, and the college publication’s account, without having to log in and out.

56) WordPress
For updating my personal blog.

57) Youtube
For videos, obviously.

58) Tae Kim’s Japanese Grammar Guide
For a quick grammar reference.

…and there we have it! My interests are many and varied, which is why I’ve got a lot of apps listed. Now to start removing the useless apps…

The Symbolism, Tools, And Methodology of Magickal Lockdown and Warding

I am going to discuss the symbolism of locks, and how they can be used magickally, as well as the theory behind locking things down via magick. I will also look at why this might be necessary. In short, I’m discussing privacy and safety within a magickal context, and how a person can go “on lockdown” to increase their privacy.

This post is a consolidation of information collected in my notebook directly following the trip, but just prior to everyone falling ill. I would rather not go into why I was researching this or what I did with the information, but suffice to say, it was a money issue that was ultimately resolved, in part via what I’ll be talking about here. Anyways, here goes.

Basic Symbolism and Associations

Nobody really knows when locks were invented, but we’ve always had a need for them. Not everyone is benevolent, and there’s the necessity of keeping out those who wish us harm, thus keeping ourselves and our belongings safe. 

The thing is, locks are symbolic rather than merely practically. For this reason, symbolic locks will be effective magickally, though magickal methods of “locking” should not be used as a direct substitute for physical locks, and ideally, the two would be used in tandem. 

A physical lock that is actually used would be a more powerful conduit for magickal locking due to the symbolism of the thing constantly being reinforced via practical use. In this way, even non-magicians can create something resembling magickal wards simply by repeated use of locks.

We lock to maintain silence and secrecy. This has always seemed like a vaguely Saturnian practice. Locks are restriction made tangible, and remembering to maintain a locked situation (by locking and unlocking it when necessary) requires a modicum of discipline, which is definitely an aspect of Saturnian forces. Locks are often associated with maturity within societal custom; children receive keys to various locks at various stages of development. This solidifies the Saturnian association, as well.

A locked object is in darkness, symbolic or otherwise. There is an element of peril and death, as well. Keys may be lost, or the object within a locked context may be forgotten. And, really? If something, anything, remains in a locked situation for too long, it might as well be dead, if only symbolically. It ceases to interact with the world and form connections.

Connections are Mercurial in nature, and Mercury is associated with air, hence this is both true metaphysically as well as physically. I mean, think about it. If you truly and fully lock something alive away, it’ll slowly die of lack of air. And, something that isn’t alive in the traditional sense might as well die of lack of air, too, insofar as it loses its connection to the world.

Since that which exists behind a lock is secret, after a fashion, it can easily be mentally conflated (and in a useful way) with the mysteries of any given tradition, particularly if they are oath bound. Having a locked area that you open frequently is a symbolic penetration of the mysteries. This is similar to how, during the communion portion of the Gnostic Mass, the celebrant is required to symbolically “cross” the Abyss by stepping towards the altar (Kether) - it’s a preparation for the actual Crossing.

Locked areas are also analogous to the womb, because, once full and sealed, they keep out danger and can be an area of “germination” if properly tended. Thus, as a burgeoning magician, it is particularly advantageous to keep your diary in a locked situation. This is obviously practical, but also magickal. It keeps the seeds of your Attainment safe. Perhaps more importantly, though, the locked space’s similarity to the womb promotes gestation and transformation. This no doubt makes for growth spiritually. Naturally, though, a seed must be watered, so keep your magick consistent and opened regularly - otherwise, it will die, as noted, from lack of connection to you

Specific Magickal Warding With Locks

Again, it is extremely useful to keep magickal diaries and other tools in a locked environment, regardless of your living situation. A lot of people live alone and nobody else ever sees these objects, but I still believe it advantageous to have them “locked,” either physically or magickally, and ideally, both. It’s very rare to find a practical, usable notebook with a working physical lock on it - I realize this. Symbolic locks, though, can be just as effective magickally. Many notebooks feature a clasp, and this is a good start. If your notebook does not, one could easily be made by hand with all kinds of things. You could just tie a ribbon around it, even!

Given that a lot of people reading this are obsessed with the net and computers, it’s reasonable of me to guess that many might not even have a physical diary to do this with. Instead, you might keep all your notes on your computer. Naturally, passwords are thus important, but I don’t recommend using a password with obvious magickal significance, because it would be easily guessed by someone who knows you or anything about the occult.

Nevertheless, a savvy person can augment their actual passwords with a sort of symbolic password that is used alongside the actual one. Creativity is the key here. An “analog” password could be a song fragment, poem, or, better yet, a memory. Even a tertiary symbol representing flow and breaking down barriers (Mercury or Uranus, respectively), would work. I do this. 

When I go to enter my password on my computer, I often visualize or, if I’m in a certain mood, draw a sigil representing these things, while also typing in my actual password. When I close my computer or shut it down, I draw a symbol representing restriction and barriers upon it.

Secondary Techniques: Vigilance, Etc.

Naturally, even if you use all the above methods, you’re going to need to add other techniques to increase their usefulness. For example, lets say you’re using a purely magickal lockdown mechanism - how do you know if the lock has been broken? This is important to know. Whereas a physical lock will have signs of having been picked or, y'know, destroyed, how do you tell with a magickal ward?

One way to tell if a magickal ward has been breached is as follows. Obtain something that is associated with you, but which isn’t crucial or magickal in and of itself, nor particularly precious. For me, I used a hair band. Cut or break the object in half, but with the intent (which is crucial) of maintaining a strong connection between the two halves, as if they were parted lovers poised to reunite. Perhaps some kind of love oil would even help with this, as the lovers analogy is pretty apt.

Place one piece of the object within the locked space, and carry the other on your person at all times. if your wards on the locked space are working, you should easily be able to forget that you’re carrying the object. Why? Though not exactly broken, the connection is dampened severely by the wards. If someone breaches the wards, the connection between the two halves will suddenly return to full strength and you will quickly become aware of it happening. You’ll suddenly remember that you’re carrying the half of the object. Thus, you know that a breach has occurred. This worked for me several times.

It’s important to regularly break through your own locks or wards, though, because as I’ve said, there can be a symbolic death of the contents if you don’t. As to how often you need to do this, well, it’s highly dependent on what the warded or locked area contains. A box of heirlooms might not need to be “unlocked” quite as much as your journal or magickal tools. Use your own discretion. This is partially why I fell out of journalling at one point after being unable to access the journal for an extended period (two weeks). I personally got a feel, later on, for when things were “going stale” when I opened the warded areas, and modified things accordingly.

It’s a good practice to keep the area locked or warded after the objects have been removed and it is empty, as well. This will reinforce the wards, even though they’re not necessarily protecting anything at that point. It goes back to the old idea of repeated motions having more symbolic and magickal effects than one-off actions.

Don’t ignore modern methods/symbols of secrecy and safety when choosing your wards. I packed my giveaway box with bubble wrap, though this wasn’t necessary. The stuff I was giving away wasn’t such that it’d get damaged via being put through the mail normally. I just associate bubble wrap with safety in that context, and, of course, I wanted to keep the contents safe. That may seem like a silly thing to do, but it made me feel better, and of course, things arrived safely. I didn’t feel comfortable warding it otherwise or in traditional magickal ways, due to consent issues and the fact that I was sending it to another person, whom I’d never met.

In Conclusion…

One thing to consider: safety and secrecy are distinct and very different at times. There are situations where safety and secrecy aren’t compatible. If there’s crime going on, you don’t want it to stay secret, for example. Revealing dangerous secrets is the first step to fixing the problem. For example, if some creep is following you around or otherwise harassing you, it’s best to go to a public area and make as many people as possible aware of what’s happening

Still, in the modern world, secrecy can be the fastest route to safety in many situations. And yes, a lot of the above advice will work equally well for non-magickal things. I mean, I’m sure all of you can imagine why a person would want to hide something. Yes, yes, there are people who say that you shouldn’t be doing anything that you would need to hide, but that’s a horrible statement that flies in the face of everything known about human psychology and history. Hence, I thought I’d post this, give people some advice.

Upcoming is a shorter, but hopefully useful post about specifically hiding magickal practice and witchcraft, so stay tuned. It contains a lot of practical mundane advice as well as magickal exercises.

The Boy With All the Words

Summary: Phil always has various words scribbled on his hands in black ink and Dan, the man whose dorm is next door, finds it fascinating. (uni au with lots of cute getting together fluff)

Word Count: 2.6k

Warnings: swearing

A/N: This had a couple different ending ideas but I hope you like the one I went with! Also thanks to my pal @mostlikelyprocrastinating for betaing!!

The man always had words scribbled on his hands.  They were messy and the slanting letters were always at least somewhat smeared and fading.  But as soon as they were to the point of being almost gone, the skin fading back to normal, they were replaced.  Dan was fascinated by this man, and the marks that always decorated his hands.  And he desperately wanted to get to know him.

Their dorm rooms were next to each other, actually.  That was where Dan had first seen the other boy, but this semester they also had a maths class together and that was where Dan had really noticed the writing.  

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So now you know

You know how there is three million fics written from the idea of “I have a huge crush on you but I’ve never done anything about it because I always thought you were straight”? Well, now there is three million and one of those because I’m trash and not even sorry about it. [Read on ao3]

“Cheer up Dean! She obviously didn’t recognize good when she had it, it’s her loss not yours.” Cas said as he sat down next to his sulking roommate on his bed.

“You always say that but I’m not so sure if it’s true.” Dean smiled weakly and turned to look at Castiel.

“It is, you are a good man Dean Winchester and anyone would be happy to have you.” Cas said and smiled. He wanted to take Dean’s hand or put his own hand on Dean’s shoulder or just something, anything. But he didn’t dare to touch him so he kept his hands on his own lap. Dean sighed and the sadness in his eyes broke Castiel’s heart. He couldn’t understand all the women Dean had been dating in the last two years. Who would leave Dean once they had him? Were the girls completely crazy? Dean was the best anyone could ever have, he was perfect in every way and Cas would give anything to be able to call Dean his.

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Yamato’s  Jealousy

Summary: Jealousy is like a terminal disease. There are stages until Yamato Kougami couldn’t take it anymore. [#6]

Notes: Crack!fic. Told in Yamato’s POV but written in third person. Now, this something light-hearted to read (and to write, haha) for a change. But it’s Rated T because Yamato curses a lot in his head—and if you like Kyohei Rikudoh from REVANCE, you’re in luck because he made a very special appearance in this fanfiction. Also, jealous Yamato is the best. So, yeah. 

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There was somebody, there was somebody.

Otherwise, you wouldn’t have sent him a five minute delayed text, you wouldn’t have been out late for an extra thirty minutes, and you definitely wouldn’t have looked so far-off in their daily conversations in lunch. Plus, it was Saturday. What were you doing out in the world without him? She was working, Yamato’s logical thinking echoed. Right. Uncle Kuni got you a job that was way better than cleaning the Long Island sports bar—hang on, what if there was someone very special at work?! Furious at that thought, Yamato folded his arms, glared at the clueless woman (that would be you) in front of him. 

In response to this, you raised your brow.

“What?”

Okay, okay, she’s asking what. Now was the time to crack a question. It could be something casual first such as how was your day because Yamato wasn’t prepared for a reaction if you were doing what he thinks you’re doing… Or Yamato could go straight to it and demand if you were doing what he thinks you’re doing. Yamato cleared his throat ever so casually. 

“So, how was your day?” he asked instead.

“Great,” you said with a smile across the dinner table. You said it was great, but what was the definition and the legit reason? “Expound it.”

“What?”

“What made it so great?” said Yamato, eyeing you crossly.

You paid no attention to it and just shrugged. “I got this nice toothbrush from the boss plus a promotion—which I think I texted you about—and then I also had a nice cup of coffee. For once the water dispenser didn’t malfunction on me. And then I found a kitten in this cute little box at the street—I didn’t pick it up, but I wish I did, I think it’s lonely—” He held his breath for anything suspicious but before Yamato could release a sigh of relief, you continued on eagerly, “Oh-oh, and while I was at the convenience store, this nice guy from the counter gave me some of their coupons—”

“What nice guy?” interjected Yamato, gritting his teeth. 

“Oh, the cashier.”

“And?”

“And he gave me some of their coupons. Aren’t you listening? … Although, I actually think it was his coupons from a restaurant. I don’t know why he gave them to me—”

“What’s his name?” demanded Yamato yet again.

“What? I don’t know. Yamato, he’s just a cashier,” you spoke with such stress. Yamato looked down, a bit ashamed at his misconduct. He was being an idiot. Why on Earth would you do what he’s thinking? No other guy could top Yamato unless it happened to be the looks and especially the personality. Well, almost the entire human race could beat him if it was base on the latter but whatever.

You cleared your throat abruptly.

“So anyways, while I was at the sidewalk I was wondering if I should go ahead and get some free food or something—and when I turned around I bumped into this other guy. Now he looked weak but at the same time strong enough to punch and that’s so adorable because you cou—!”

“What’s his name?”

You sighed exasperated, but replied otherwise, “Kyohei Rikudoh.”

“So he did give his name.”

“Well, I did give him the coupons.”

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As promised, a Barba/AJ continuation. Full list of this series is at the bottom.

“Hey Raf, what’s your wi-fi password, my router is doing weird things and I have a deadline–”

“AJ, hi.”

You looked up from the laptop you had carried into Rafael’s apartment to see him standing there with a woman who you instantly recognized as his mother.

“I’m so sorry, I didn’t know you had company. You must be Mrs. Barba.”

“Yes. And you are?”

“I live next door.”

“And you usually let yourself into neighbors apartments without knocking?”

“She does when she’s dating them, Mami.” Barba walked over and gave you a kiss on the cheek. “The password is on the back of the router.”

“I just need to upload this file and email the client. Shouldn’t take more than a few minutes.”

You were worried that Rafael’s mother would have an opinion on your lack of socializing, but you were right up against a deadline. Rafael seemed to detect the worry on your face.

“Use my office. We’ll all chat when you’re done. Mami and I were just discussing dinner plans anyway.”

You returned his kiss on the cheek and went in his office, setting up your laptop and rushing to get online.

As you went about your work, you couldn’t help but eavesdrop on the conversation.

“Girlfriend?”

“Mami…”

“¿Cuánto tiempo llevan saliendo juntos?”

“A few months, I guess? We’ve known each other a lot longer.”

“She looks young.”

“¿Y qué?”

“¿Es serio?”

“I would like it to be.”

“But not her.”

“I didn’t say that.” There was a pause, and you found yourself wishing you could see what was happening. “She’s been hurt. She’s just taking it slowly.”

“Pero, how do you feel about her.”

“La amo. Y, tal vez, algun dia, ella será más que una novia.”

The upload finished and you sent your email, but remained in Raf’s chair. Had he said what you thought you heard?

Granted, your Spanish wasn’t fluent, but you were fairly certain you understood the whole conversation. You strained to hear his mother’s response, but her voice was quieter this time. You crept over to the door, hoping to catch the rest of the conversation.

As you leaned toward the door, it swung toward you, smacking you in the head. You let out a yelp as you jumped back.

“Are you okay?”

Rafael brought his hand to your forehead, inspecting it.

“Yeah, you didn’t hit me too hard. I just finished and was coming out to join you.”

You watched one eyebrow slowly creep upward. You don’t know why you even tried to pretend you were just casually exiting the office. He was no dummy. He’d know you were standing in the wrong spot for that to be the case.

But instead of calling you out, he kissed your forehead.

“Mami wants to stay in for dinner. I was thinking we could order in from that Italian place you like.”

“Does she like Italian?”

“She does.”

“Okay.”

He stared at you for a minute before pulling the door open wide and waiting for you to walk out.

You had barely made your way into the living room when the questions began.

“What does AJ stand for? I’m assuming your parents didn’t give you that name.”

“Amadi Jada.”

“That’s an interesting name.”

“It’s Arabic for ‘my pillar’ and ‘goodness’. My mother’s from Egypt and wanted my name to have meaning.”

“And yet you go by AJ.”

I glanced at Rafael and smiled.

“I was born in a pre 9-11 world. My father thought AJ might be a better way to go given the way people treated my mother afterwards. And now I work in a male dominated field, so admittedly, having a male sounding moniker on my correspondence makes a world of difference when it’s time to bid on projects.”

“And these projects? What is it exactly you do?”

You began to explain, and remembered Rafael mentioning something about his mother working in education. You couldn’t remember specifics, but you pulled out your phone and sat beside her on the couch.

“This is a project I’m working on now. This isn’t released to the public yet. It’s an app that helps those on the spectrum learn to identify social and emotional cues, specifically children. It uses a pretty advanced face mapping engine. We’re still in the early phases, but…”

You held up the phone and pointed the camera at Rafael.

“Now, Rafael, look upset.”

Rafael frowned and the app began processing. An animated character appeared beside him, with the word angry underneath.

“Now, if you tap the character, he will talk about what parts of the face tell us this person might be upset, and the plan is for the app to also advise on possible ways to react to a person’s emotions. There are a number of experts being consulted for the appropriate phrasing and approach, which honestly takes more time than the actual design of the app, but I’m excited to see it all come together.”

Rafael’s mother looked on with interest.

“I know students who this could be wonderful for.”

“Well, we are always looking for testers. There are a few more hoops to jump through on this one, but if you are interested when we are at that phase, I could definitely get you in the Beta group.”

“I’d love that.”

Your camera was still pointed at Rafael, the little character doing a quick spin, changing from angry to happy.

The rest of the evening went fairly smooth, eating, chatting, and getting to know Rafael’s mother. It was late when you and Rafael walked his mother downstairs to put her in cab home.

“It was lovely meeting you, Amadi.” She leaned in and kissed your cheek. “Call me about that app. Maybe we can get coffee and you can tell me what you need from me for the application.”

“That sounds great, Señora Barba.”

She hugged and kissed Rafael, whispering something in his ear and giving him a look before getting in the cab.

As the two of you stood on the curb and waved, Rafael put his arm around you and smiled.

“So, should we talk about exactly how much Spanish you understand, and how much you overheard tonight?”

You blushed and looked away, but smiled.

“I’ll take that as ‘a lot’ on both counts.”


Translations:

¿Cuánto tiempo llevan saliendo juntos? - how long have you been dating?

¿Y qué? - essentially, “so what?” 

¿Es serio? - is it serious

Pero - But

La amo. Y, tal vez, algun dia, ella será más que una novia. - I love her. And, maybe, someday, she’ll be more than a girlfriend.


The Neighbor (AJ) and Barba

Part 1 - Prompt: I could kiss you right now.

Part 2 - Prompt: Are you still awake?

Part 3 - Prompt: I’m going to take care of you, okay?

Part 4 - Prompt: You can’t die, please don’t die

Part 5 - Prompt(s): You’re jealous aren’t you?/I’m not jealous.

Part 6 - Prompt: Quit whining

Part 7 - Prompt: Give me cake or give me death

Part 8 - Prompt: Don’t tempt me

Part 9 - Prompt: So, I might be in the hospital right now…

Part 10 - Prompt: Stay the night, please.

Part 11 - Prompt: Kiss me

Part 12 - Headcanon: Vanessa/AJ/Lee all know each other

Part 13 - Headcanon: Dinner with the Chief

Florida keeps trying to drown me so, you know, drabble. ;P


It’s been five minutes since Zayn stormed outside, fuming mad with no place to go except the deserted beach in front of their vacation condo. He’s drenched from the sudden storm that started shortly before he ran out, sheets of rain so heavy and thick that he can’t see more than a few feet in front of him. The smart thing to do would be to go back inside, but that feels like letting Liam win somehow, so Zayn is just going to stand in the downpour and be pissy about not being able to smoke.

The argument itself was stupid, something about how Liam was loading the dishwasher wrong. It wasn’t the real source of Zayn’s anger, of course, but instead of being an adult and point blank asking Liam about his suspicious activity Zayn let his frustration simmer until it boiled over in an argument about trivialities instead. If he’s brutally honest with himself, he’s scared of the answers he might get if he asks the right questions.

At first it was just little things, Liam changing the password to his phone and clearing the browser history of his laptop. Then he started having hushed conversations with someone that stopped when Zayn entered the room. Liam would hurriedly say goodbye and hang up. When Zayn asked who he was talking to, Liam made up an obvious lie. Zayn doesn’t want to believe that Liam would cheat on him, but the evidence is pointing in that direction.

“Are you coming back inside?” Liam calls from the doorway.

“Fuck off,” Zayn yells back, rain streaming down his face and into his mouth.

“What the hell, Zayn?” Liam’s eyes are big and hurt and his full mouth is turned down slightly. “Come in so we can talk about this.”

Zayn furrows his brow and shakes his head, his stubborn streak digging in its heels for the long haul. Above his head lightning chases across the sky followed quickly by a loud boom of thunder. He knows that means it hit close, but he’s staying outside anyway. The raging summer storm makes him, and by extension his problems, feel small and unimportant. The wildness of it sends a rush of adrenaline through him, building in his breast like carbonation.

“Fine.” Liam sighs and steps out into the sheets of rain, becoming soaked almost immediately. His white shirt goes translucent and clings to his chest and abs appealingly, but Zayn tries very hard not to notice.

“What are you doing? Go back inside, Liam.”

“No. I’m staying out here until you tell me what’s wrong.” Liam has to shout through the rain.

“Fine. Whatever.”

Zayn’s fingers are pruning up a bit. He pushes his hair back and away from his face, tilting his face up into the deluge. It’s a warm rain and, despite its ferocity, almost feels good pelting over his skin. He steadfastly ignores Liam’s presence and his delectable body. Now is not the time to get distracted by his probably soon-to-be-ex-boyfriend’s abs.

“Come on, babe. You’re not actually mad about the dishwasher. What’s going on?” Liam’s big brown eyes are filled with concern and, despite Zayn’s righteous anger, make him feel guilty for putting that look there.

“Quit giving me that look,” Zayn yells through the rain. “I’m not the one cheating.”

“Excuse me?”

Zayn licks water off his lips and takes a deep breath. Apparently this confrontation is happening now. “You’re keeping secrets, Liam. All the conversations you don’t want me to hear? And the changed passwords and cleared browser history?”

“And the first conclusion you jumped to was that I was cheating? What the fuck, Z?”

Rain batters against the roof and patio, seeming impossibly loud in the silence between the two of them. Zayn can’t quantify how he feels right now. He’s still angry, but also guilty and slightly chastened? It’s a jumble, churning wildly in his gut, unsettled and violent.

“What was I supposed to think?” Zayn wants to mutter, but raises his voice to be heard above the ambient noise surrounding them.

Liam rolls his eyes. “You’re completely ridiculous, you know? I can’t believe I want to marry you!”

It feels like the air has been knocked out of him. “You want to what?” Zayn asks.

“I’ve been shopping for rings, you donut! And talking to your mum and dad about it! Honestly, Zayn, in what reality would I cheat on you?”

Zayn gives in to the urge to step into Liam’s space and slide a hand under the clingy shirt. He loves the feel of Liam’s skin when it’s wet, how it slides under his fingertips like silk. The truth is, he’s feeling rather stupid at the moment. He should have known better, should have trusted Liam more, but he’s so incredulous that Liam is with him at all some days. How could he have concluded that Liam wanted to marry him?

“I’m sorry,” Zayn apologizes with as much sincerity as he can shove into those two words.

Liam cups Zayn’s jaw in his large palm and smiles at him. “We’re good. Just. I would never, okay?”

“Rationally I know that,” Zayn says. “But m'not always rational when it comes to you, yeah?”

“I know.” Liam rests his forehead against Zayn’s.

“So,” Zayn begins coyly. “Are you asking?”

Liam chuckles. “Are you saying yes?”

“Always.” There’s no hesitation. If there’s one thing he knows for sure, it’s that he wants Liam in his life forever.

“I was going to be real romantic about it, you know? Make a big to do. Didn’t imagine shouting at you in the rain in any of my proposal scenarios.” Liam looks more amused than anything else, so Zayn figures it’s fine.

“Love you,” Zayn tells him. He’s more grateful than he can ever express that Liam just rolls with his mood shifts the way he does.

“I love you too,” Liam responds immediately.

Liam closes the small gap between them, pressing his lips firmly to Zayn’s. He swipes his tongue over Zayn’s lower lip, dipping teasingly between them. Liam’s mouth feels searing against his, slick heat in direct contrast to the fat drops of lukewarm rain hitting his cheeks and forehead and catching in his lashes. It seems like steam should be rising off their skin.

“Can we go inside now?” Liam asks.

Zayn smirks up at him. “And give up the chance to suck you off in the rain? No way.”

When You Broke My Chest

Jily Week 2, Day 7 | Housework | Anything Goes

In which Lily hears something unfortunate and James hates himself. Songfic, kinda

Betas: Renata and Dee | (ff.net)

Shadows settle on the place, that you left.
Our minds are troubled by the emptiness.
Destroy the middle, it’s a waste of time.
From the perfect start to the finish line.

And if you’re still breathing, you’re the lucky ones.
‘Cause most of us are heaving through corrupted lungs.
Setting fire to our insides for fun
Collecting names of the lovers that went wrong
The lovers that went wrong.


'Lily,’ he said, taking a deep breath. She glanced up at the sound of his voice and flashed him a smile. His heart jumped but he ignored it.

'Give me a second, yeah? I’ve just got to finish this…’ She bent over the stack of papers she was poring over and James took the chance to just look at her. Bright hair that spilled down her back, fingers that tapped away at the desk when she was concentrating, lips that were soft, so soft under his—

But he couldn’t think of that right now. There was business to be done.

Your mother knows how to throw a party,’ Lily commented, surveying the ballroom with wide eyes. James let out a rueful chuckle.

Yeah, she does this every year.’

Every year? I reckon it would take a year to decorate to this standard.’

Nah, she Charms it all. It takes maybe a week.’

And then she just Vanishes it all away, I’m guessing.’

James grinned. 'Gone in an instant.’

Bloody wizards taking the shortcuts,’ she grumbled as she fixed her hair. He just laughed.

'Alright, what do you need?’ she asked, pushing the papers away. He swallowed and took a step closer to her. Her expression morphed into concern when he didn’t say anything. 'Are you alright? Did someone hurt—’

'No, I’m fine. Just… looking for the right words.’

Keep reading

Luke Hemmings Imagine: Part two

Not As Ok As I Thought: Part 2
Warnings: language
Part One Here
Masterlist Here

MAIN 5SOS BLOG HERE

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Every nerve in your body was firing warning signals to your brain as you stood in that poorly lit bathroom, back towards the one person you hoped to never see again. Slowly shuffling your feet, you turned around, part of you wondering if you didn’t acknowledge her presence, maybe she would disappear. 
“Tilly.” You stated emotionless.
“Nice to see you too, y/n” she joked, flashing you a toothy smile. Memories of walking in on her and Luke flitted sporadically through your mind, most of them you had tried to block out because of the pain they caused you. Opening the door to the hotel room you and Tilly were sharing to find her on the bed you were sharing, along with Luke, the guy you had also apparently been sharing with her for the past month, as you later found out from her as she pleaded for your forgiveness. Your anger bubbled inside you as you stood there, hands clenched in to fists. ‘Pull yourself together, y/n, be the bigger person. Don’t cry. Do NOT cry,” you mentally commanded yourself. You managed to pull your face in to a half smile, one that was definitely not sincere, but seemed to suffice for Tilly who reached in to hug you. Your body remained stiff as she squeezed you, like she was trying to extract the happiness from your soul.
“I have missed you so so much.” She said, smile still plastered on her face.
“Yea… Um, Tilly… What are you doing here?” You inquired, racking your brain, trying to come up with any reason other than the one you knew was the truth. Her smile faltered momentarily, but she picked back up with her bubbly personality immediately.
“Well… I’m here with Lukey. We’re a thing now.” Her tone was tight and both of you were aware of just how uncomfortable the other was. Your fists tightened and your jaw clenched.
“You’re what” you said through gritted teeth. “You’re a THING?!” You said, emphasizing the last word, face now scrunched in to a scowl.
“Yea, we uh well after the whole incident we kinda decided that we should give it a go… Luke’s idea, not mine.” She protested.
“Oh of course. Ya because that’s what people do after they are caught cheating and one gets kicked out of their band. They strike up a god damn relationship.” You let out a laugh of frustration as you turned on your heels to leave. 
“Wait, y/n-“
“No, don’t tell me to wait. I didn’t think you could get any more selfish, but apparently I was wrong.” You spat, turning and walking out of the bathroom, leaving Tilly in a state of shock at your outburst. You normally weren’t one to get angry, and especially not one to vocalize about it. As you stomped out of the bathroom you immediately found Luke, sitting on his own, staring at you. You wasted no time in going to confront him.
“You dick!” You spat as you reached him. “You absolute dick! What’s wrong with you?!” His cheeks were bright red as he looked up at you. “How could you?! Not only do you cheat on me with my bandmate, but then you have the audacity to bring her with you to a tour that you knew, God damn well, that I was going to be on!” You were now extremely worked up and your stomach felt like it was tying itself in knots. Your eyes began to prickle and you felt like you were back in that hotel room, Luke stammering to find words to explain, except this time he actually had his pants on. “Y/n I didn’t want you to find out from her… It’s not what you think.” He tried. “How do you know what I think?? It’s not like you ever cared enough to try and get to know me.” You stated. His expression dropped and he looked like you had just slapped him in the face. “I….” He tried to find the words. “Yea, just like last time.” You were trying to hold back the tears now, wanting nothing more than for this to be a joke. “We aren’t together. She came and surprised me, I didn’t know.” “Yea I’m sure that’s true. Screw you, Luke! Screw you and the fact that you think you can treat me like crap and then pretend like you were the victim!” He looked as if he was about to cry, right then and there. “And screw you for pretending like you ever cared about me just so your fans would take your side!” You momentarily thought he might have actually cared about you, but as you let these words slip past your lips his face shifted and his eyebrows furrowed. “Don’t you ever try and tell me I lied about caring so my fans would sympathize. You think you are just this wonderful little angel that can’t do anything wrong! You aren’t perfect! Get off your high horse!” He was now yelling back at you, everyone in the vicinity trying to pretend you weren’t both engaged in a screaming match. “This is just like you. Have fun with your little girlfriend. Maybe this time when you cheat you could at least have the decency to take responsibility for your inability to be a caring human being.” And with that stormed away, not waiting for his response. Pulling out your phone you typed in your password, fingers slamming against the screen. As you pressed call you felt a slight tap on your shoulder. You whipped your head around expecting it to be Luke, but were instead met by Ricky. He looked down at you sympathetically. Pulling you in for a hug, he placed a kiss on the top of your head, “Sorry about the bad start, kiddo.” You gave a slight sniffle in response, not even knowing how you felt at the moment. “If it makes you feel any better, I’m pretty sure You Me at 6 just got here.” You looked up at him, letting out a slight giggle. You both had collectively fangirled over them since before you had met them, but last year during the end of your UK tour when you were doing an interview on BBC radio, they were brought on as surprise guests, seeing as it was well known that you two were fans, and you immediately clicked with them. You had especially clicked with Josh, him being only 4 years older than you, and he had become like a brother to you. “Oh cool, I haven’t seen him in fore-” “The Entanglement, time to starting warming up for your set!” You heard someone yell. “-ever.” You finished jokingly. Nudging your shoulder with his own densely tattooed one , Ricky headed towards backstage to make sure his drums were assembled properly, adjusting his beanie as he went, you following closely behind. As you ran threw your song “Swallowed by The Night” for the third time, you felt yourself relax, feeling like you would be able to hit the high note this time “…And give up on the pain inside I just wanna live for the most And stop being ghost A I’ll be swallowed by the niii-” once again your voice cracked. Throwing your hands up in frustration, you let out a loud groan a little too close to the microphone, the sound echoing from the speakers, causing those around the stage to cringe. “Woah woah there, y/n!” You heard a thickly accented voice say from off stage. As you strained your eyes to look in the direction of the voice, and the blinding, you spotted Josh, walking towards you with a smile on his face. From behind you, you heard Ricky gasp. “Oh hey,” you laughed. “That was beautifully, really just great. You guys should add that to your set list.” He said to your bandmates as they all snickered. “Shut up, J” you smiled, as he pulled you into a hug. “Need some help?” He offered. “From you? I don’t know, are you qualified to give advice in singing?” You asked, trying to keep from smiling. “Ah well, only had 4 albums and several Kerrang! awards, so I don’t know either. Now if you are done being a sarcastic little shit, I would gladly help you out.” “Fine, I guess I could use some advice from YOU.” You smirked. “Ha ha ha, so funny. Ok now when you go to hit the high note, bring your chin closer to your chest so-” “Like this??” You asked, pulling your head down and causing a double chin to form. Eliciting a laugh from John you brought your chin back up. “Ok I will try it.” You gave in. John gave you a nod and smile, before stepping away to give you space to perform. As the music played you felt your nerves tense up, each verse you sang causing you to get more anxious. Taking a deep breath you began the final verse. As you sang the note you dropped your chin slightly, praying that it would work. As your voice hit the note your face broke in to a huge smile and felt your entire body flood with relief as you finished the song. Once it was over, you spun around towards John. Running towards him you jumped into his arms. He gave you a hug before setting you back down. “I did it! I freaking did it!” You smiled, giving an excited hop, before embracing him again. You heard a throat clear, causing your eyes to snap open. Standing in front of you was Luke and the other boys. “It’s time for us to warm up,” Luke spat, eying Josh who was now looking extremely tense. You of course had told Josh everything that happened with Luke when you had last seen him and you knew just how pissed he was at him. “So could you move whatever THIS is, out of our way?” He said motioning to you and Josh, a disgusted tone in his voice, jaw muscles tensing. Rolling your eyes, you pushed past him, off stage, dragging Josh with you in order to avoid any confrontation between the two of them. “I’m pretty sure he was jealous.” Josh said, once out of ear shot. “Be careful. He doesn’t seem to be the nicest of guys and I won’t always be there to protect you when he’s being a dick.” “I’ll be fine, J” you reassured him, laughing at the fact that he saw himself as your protector against Luke, the 6ft, broad-shouldered teddybear who physically wouldn’t even hurt a fly, although emotionally he could tear you apart. “Are you sure?” You nodded, giving him a smile. “Ok well I gotta go find the rest of the guys, but please be careful.” He gave you one last hug before leaving you alone with your thoughts. Luke couldn’t be jealous. He was the one who cheated on you. But what if he was? It’s not like he ever bothered to listen to your story about meeting Josh or anything after that, for that matter. So it’s not like he knew you were friends with him. Maybe this was a good thing, maybe this could work to your advantage. A smirk spread slowly across your lips. This was going to be a fun few weeks. Maybe you weren’t as ok as you thought, but then again, apparently neither was Luke.

Luke Hemmings Imagine: Part Two (Requested)

Not As Ok As I Thought: Part 2
Warnings: language
Part One Here
Masterlist Here
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Every nerve in your body was firing warning signals to your brain as you stood in that poorly lit bathroom, back towards the one person you hoped to never see again. Slowly shuffling your feet, you turned around, part of you wondering if you didn’t acknowledge her presence, maybe she would disappear.
“Tilly.” You stated emotionless.
“Nice to see you too, y/n” she joked, flashing you a toothy smile. Memories of walking in on her and Luke flitted sporadically through your mind, most of them you had tried to block out because of the pain they caused you. Opening the door to the hotel room you and Tilly were sharing to find her on the bed you were sharing, along with Luke, the guy you had also apparently been sharing with her for the past month, as you later found out from her as she pleaded for your forgiveness. Your anger bubbled inside you as you stood there, hands clenched in to fists. ‘Pull yourself together, y/n, be the bigger person. Don’t cry. Do NOT cry,” you mentally commanded yourself. You managed to pull your face in to a half smile, one that was definitely not sincere, but seemed to suffice for Tilly who reached in to hug you. Your body remained stiff as she squeezed you, like she was trying to extract the happiness from your soul.
“I have missed you so so much.” She said, smile still plastered on her face.
“Yea… Um, Tilly… What are you doing here?” You inquired, racking your brain, trying to come up with any reason other than the one you knew was the truth. Her smile faltered momentarily, but she picked back up with her bubbly personality immediately.
“Well… I’m here with Lukey. We’re a thing now.” Her tone was tight and both of you were aware of just how uncomfortable the other was. Your fists tightened and your jaw clenched.
“You’re what” you said through gritted teeth. “You’re a THING?!” You said, emphasizing the last word, face now scrunched in to a scowl.
“Yea, we uh well after the whole incident we kinda decided that we should give it a go… Luke’s idea, not mine.” She protested.
“Oh of course. Ya because that’s what people do after they are caught cheating and one gets kicked out of their band. They strike up a god damn relationship.” You let out a laugh of frustration as you turned on your heels to leave.
“Wait, y/n-“
“No, don’t tell me to wait. I didn’t think you could get any more selfish, but apparently I was wrong.” You spat, turning and walking out of the bathroom, leaving Tilly in a state of shock at your outburst. You normally weren’t one to get angry, and especially not one to vocalize about it. As you stomped out of the bathroom you immediately found Luke, sitting on his own, staring at you. You wasted no time in going to confront him.
“You dick!” You spat as you reached him. “You absolute dick! What’s wrong with you?!” His cheeks were bright red as he looked up at you. “How could you?! Not only do you cheat on me with my bandmate, but then you have the audacity to bring her with you to a tour that you knew, God damn well, that I was going to be on!” You were now extremely worked up and your stomach felt like it was tying itself in knots. Your eyes began to prickle and you felt like you were back in that hotel room, Luke stammering to find words to explain, except this time he actually had his pants on. “Y/n I didn’t want you to find out from her… It’s not what you think.” He tried. “How do you know what I think?? It’s not like you ever cared enough to try and get to know me.” You stated. His expression dropped and he looked like you had just slapped him in the face. “I….” He tried to find the words. “Yea, just like last time.” You were trying to hold back the tears now, wanting nothing more than for this to be a joke. “We aren’t together. She came and surprised me, I didn’t know.” “Yea I’m sure that’s true. Screw you, Luke! Screw you and the fact that you think you can treat me like crap and then pretend like you were the victim!” He looked as if he was about to cry, right then and there. “And screw you for pretending like you ever cared about me just so your fans would take your side!” You momentarily thought he might have actually cared about you, but as you let these words slip past your lips his face shifted and his eyebrows furrowed. “Don’t you ever try and tell me I lied about caring so my fans would sympathize. You think you are just this wonderful little angel that can’t do anything wrong! You aren’t perfect! Get off your high horse!” He was now yelling back at you, everyone in the vicinity trying to pretend you weren’t both engaged in a screaming match. “This is just like you. Have fun with your little girlfriend. Maybe this time when you cheat you could at least have the decency to take responsibility for your inability to be a caring human being.” And with that stormed away, not waiting for his response. Pulling out your phone you typed in your password, fingers slamming against the screen. As you pressed call you felt a slight tap on your shoulder. You whipped your head around expecting it to be Luke, but were instead met by Ricky. He looked down at you sympathetically. Pulling you in for a hug, he placed a kiss on the top of your head, “Sorry about the bad start, kiddo.” You gave a slight sniffle in response, not even knowing how you felt at the moment. “If it makes you feel any better, I’m pretty sure You Me at 6 just got here.” You looked up at him, letting out a slight giggle. You both had collectively fangirled over them since before you had met them, but last year during the end of your UK tour when you were doing an interview on BBC radio, they were brought on as surprise guests, seeing as it was well known that you two were fans, and you immediately clicked with them. You had especially clicked with Josh, him being only 4 years older than you, and he had become like a brother to you. “Oh cool, I haven’t seen him in fore-” “The Entanglement, time to starting warming up for your set!” You heard someone yell. “-ever.” You finished jokingly. Nudging your shoulder with his own densely tattooed one , Ricky headed towards backstage to make sure his drums were assembled properly, adjusting his beanie as he went, you following closely behind. As you ran threw your song “Swallowed by The Night” for the third time, you felt yourself relax, feeling like you would be able to hit the high note this time “…And give up on the pain inside I just wanna live for the most And stop being ghost A I’ll be swallowed by the niii-” once again your voice cracked. Throwing your hands up in frustration, you let out a loud groan a little too close to the microphone, the sound echoing from the speakers, causing those around the stage to cringe. “Woah woah there, y/n!” You heard a thickly accented voice say from off stage. As you strained your eyes to look in the direction of the voice, and the blinding, you spotted Josh, walking towards you with a smile on his face. From behind you, you heard Ricky gasp. “Oh hey,” you laughed. “That was beautifully, really just great. You guys should add that to your set list.” He said to your bandmates as they all snickered. “Shut up, J” you smiled, as he pulled you into a hug. “Need some help?” He offered. “From you? I don’t know, are you qualified to give advice in singing?” You asked, trying to keep from smiling. “Ah well, only had 4 albums and several Kerrang! awards, so I don’t know either. Now if you are done being a sarcastic little shit, I would gladly help you out.” “Fine, I guess I could use some advice from YOU.” You smirked. “Ha ha ha, so funny. Ok now when you go to hit the high note, bring your chin closer to your chest so-” “Like this??” You asked, pulling your head down and causing a double chin to form. Eliciting a laugh from John you brought your chin back up. “Ok I will try it.” You gave in. John gave you a nod and smile, before stepping away to give you space to perform. As the music played you felt your nerves tense up, each verse you sang causing you to get more anxious. Taking a deep breath you began the final verse. As you sang the note you dropped your chin slightly, praying that it would work. As your voice hit the note your face broke in to a huge smile and felt your entire body flood with relief as you finished the song. Once it was over, you spun around towards John. Running towards him you jumped into his arms. He gave you a hug before setting you back down. “I did it! I freaking did it!” You smiled, giving an excited hop, before embracing him again. You heard a throat clear, causing your eyes to snap open. Standing in front of you was Luke and the other boys. “It’s time for us to warm up,” Luke spat, eying Josh who was now looking extremely tense. You of course had told Josh everything that happened with Luke when you had last seen him and you knew just how pissed he was at him. “So could you move whatever THIS is, out of our way?” He said motioning to you and Josh, a disgusted tone in his voice, jaw muscles tensing. Rolling your eyes, you pushed past him, off stage, dragging Josh with you in order to avoid any confrontation between the two of them. “I’m pretty sure he was jealous.” Josh said, once out of ear shot. “Be careful. He doesn’t seem to be the nicest of guys and I won’t always be there to protect you when he’s being a dick.” “I’ll be fine, J” you reassured him, laughing at the fact that he saw himself as your protector against Luke, the 6ft, broad-shouldered teddybear who physically wouldn’t even hurt a fly, although emotionally he could tear you apart. “Are you sure?” You nodded, giving him a smile. “Ok well I gotta go find the rest of the guys, but please be careful.” He gave you one last hug before leaving you alone with your thoughts. Luke couldn’t be jealous. He was the one who cheated on you. But what if he was? It’s not like he ever bothered to listen to your story about meeting Josh or anything after that, for that matter. So it’s not like he knew you were friends with him. Maybe this was a good thing, maybe this could work to your advantage. A smirk spread slowly across your lips. This was going to be a fun few weeks. Maybe you weren’t as ok as you thought, but then again, apparently neither was Luke.


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clotpolesonly  asked:

Sterek prompt: Stiles working way too hard at school or on pack stuff, and Derek aggressively taking care of him because he obviously doesn't know how to take care of himself? bonus points if they're not dating yet and everyone kind of things they should be but Stiles doesn't realize it

Sterek Week Day 1 

(even though it’s Wednesday cut me some slack)

This got waaaaaaaaaay longer than I expected!!! But omg I couldn’t put this down. Thank you so much for sending me such a great prompt! I’m going to post this on ao3 and I’ll add the link when it’s up!

Stiles isn’t entirely sure how he didn’t see what was happening, but you know what they say: hindsight is 20/20.

Because when Derek Hale, your best friend’s weird, but totally hot, older brother shows up and offers to drive you and said best friend home for Christmas break the week of finals, how are you supposed to see it as anything but just a friendly gesture? And he definitely didn’t think about how weird it is that Derek asked if he could stay with him. Nope, not a bit. 

Naturally, Stiles is consumed with finals. Who wouldn’t be? He is in his fourth year and if he wants to graduate on time he needed to pass the classes that were only available once a school year. Otherwise he would need to retake them next fall. Which isn’t something he wants to consider.

In the haste of finals, Stiles is chained to his desk. No matter where that desk is, the library, his apartment, his work/study job. He burns the midnight oil at both ends and at first he doesn’t questions the food stocked up in the fridge, his laundry getting done, or the overall cleanliness of his apartment.

He simply doesn’t have time to notice.

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