and being a woman is not a put down

Moon Signs:

Aries: Understanding the world through the palms of your hands. Touching everything that is tangible. Internal temper-tantrums that make your blood run hot. Struggling to contain your emotions; being outraged one minute, and playful the next. A secret adrenaline junkie. Being addicted to doing things the hard way. Becoming passionate about new ideas too easily. Becoming passionate about new people too easily. Falling in love quickly and roughly. Looking through eyes that watch the world burn, manic and breathless. You are the infinitely relight-able fuse at the end of a firework, or a bomb.

Taurus: A slave to familiarity. Possessing a dragon hoard consisting of antiques, or the things in which you treasure most. Speaking before you think. The lavish romantic; lover of good times and calm surroundings. The pursuit of pleasure. Slow to forget, slower to forgive. Unfamiliar with compromise. The Aphrodite of love, and the Dionysus of luxury. A social butterfly, yet undoubtedly loyal. A distaste for messy emotional outbursts; being naturally self-contained. Guided by the firm, steady hand of desire. You are the lady and the lord, peaceable and regal and charming in all things. 

Gemini: Feeling with your mind, being frustrated with emotions you can’t logically understand. The uncontrollable urge to interact with others, needing intellectual stimulation in order to function. Studying a billion different subjects in one day. A lover of literature, or just simply the words of people. Distancing yourself from emotion, never really knowing how you ‘feel’ about an issue. Always the Devil’s advocate. Constantly trying new things; needing change to keep both of your personalities happy. You are the mental immigrant, comfortable only when you’re foreign.

Cancer: Omnipotent in regards to emotions. Fearing change, and hating superficiality. The unexpected jokester. Moods that change faster than the weather. The emotional hoarder; fears throwing away anything at all. Falling into their own pain like a well and drowning themselves in it. Adopting all types of people into your ‘family’. Their own worst enemy. Offense taken towards indifference. The passive-aggressive problem avoider who leaves a trail of crumbs for their partner. You are the sea witch, who has the depth of the entire world contained inside of her, threatening to spill out.

Leo: Praying to the stars to make you one of them. Wanting to burst from a lack of affection, or attention. Hands that flail dramatically while telling a story. Needing confirmation that somebody really does love you, and feeling terribly vulnerable because of it. Wanting to shout your love, and hatred, from the hilltops- like an actor in a bad movie. Smiles that make people believe in heaven. Being painfully defensive when someone hurts your pride. Acting kingly or queenly when a situation gets uncomfortable. You are the physical embodiment of the sun, come down from the sky to bring light to Earth.

Virgo: Secretly enjoying the little things that you’re appreciated for. The woman who hides behind the fan to avoid unwanted attention. Routines biggest cheerleader. The best counselor you will ever encounter. The fine eye that takes a sledgehammer to their own self-esteem. The original skeptic. Raised eyebrows at those who put their faith blindly. A face of apathy, and a mind of curiosity. Surrounding yourself with invisible barriers, hoping that somebody finds a way through them. You are the analyst, struck the hardest by your own discerning eye.

Libra: Inevitably becoming the mediator in all conversations. Deep-seated desires to mold your life into the perfect balance of both Yin and Yang. Debating an issue for so long that everybody around you groans. A refined, attractive aura that makes you seem doubly gracious. The war for peace. Falling in love so, so young. Always feeling fickle. Having to have the last word. Finding your own strength through other people. Feeling so intensely vulnerable because of your uncertainties. You are the gentle judge, who will not cede when staring into the eyes of unfairness.

Scorpio: Not accepting any gray areas in life, living in a world of black and white. Emotions so intense that your teeth chatter, even while your face remains stoic. Living a secret life as a private investigator. Feeling raw when you fall in love, because of how deeply it cuts you. Being horribly satisfied with your obsessions. Internally burning down everything you once knew in order to be reborn. A phoenix in your own right. Looking into the mirror in order to confront your own demons, seeing dirty words stamped onto your forehead. You are a white flag on fire, spitting in the face of surrender.

Sagittarius: Mr. Brightside and the lover of open space to roam. Feeling gagged by routine, like a dentist has her hands down your throat. Throwing yourself off of the cliff towards possibility; getting taken advantage of. That deep-seated desire to leave an impression on people, like goose pimples after a gust of cold air. Being a little too honest. Experiencing highs and lows that make you seem like you’re more than one person. Naturally enthused. Always searching for something. You are the mistress of experience, bold and wild and feeding off of the knowledge of the unexpected.

Capricorn: Seeming to be cool and steady, even when you feel like screaming. Possessing a deep, undeniable need for security- in all areas of life. Dreaming of building kingdoms with your bare hands. Being embarrassed, but pleased when somebody compliments you. Being too hard on yourself, and experiencing black moods because of it. Hiding your sensitivity behind biting, but nonetheless amusing sarcasm. Wanting to feel worthwhile in the world. Having a deep desire, and drive, to make something of yourself. You are the Titan Cronus, learning the lesson of the finiteness of mortality. 

Aquarius: Growing up and just feeling ‘different’. Loving all things messy, except emotions. Rejecting negative emotions because you hate feeling jealous, or fearful. Compassion through philosophy.  The starry-eyed professor, mad scientist, or general genius. Becoming so immersed into your own goals that you forget your reasons for said goals. Attracting all types in the eccentric crowds. Lovingly charming; struggling early on to find the medium between humor and offense. You are the electric shock of innovation upon society, bold and sharp and drastic as hell.

Pisces: The unrivaled mental space cadet. Intuition resembling psychic affinity. Caring for others so deeply, that their emotions make you feel like you’re underwater. Seeing pieces of yourself inside of everybody else. Being so excited for the future, you lose the present. Empathizing with everyone. Having secret worlds to retreat to, when reality is too awful. The natural performer. Being slightly jealous of mermaids/men. Loving everybody just a little bit. Having your heart broken more than once a day. You are the holy ghost, filled with divine love for all, and longing even more so.

anonymous asked:

White are you so critical of only white women and not white men?

I felt like this questions was coming.

Why am I more critical toward white women? Because here on tumblr, we’ve all collectively called out and agreed that white men are racist, and in society the most racist and oppressive group. There is NO argument when it comes to that and I agree, I am also happy that people, even white men and women alike fully accept that.

But it’s differently for white women.

While I am happy that tumblr is basically the platform for female positivity, there are extreme flaws in that movement.

Flaws that tend to excuse women for the terrible things they do simply because they are women—but not all groups of women, specially white women. Tumblr scrutinizes and is always harsher toward women of color than they are white women, hating on women of color for the same things they love or excuse white women for doing.

Here on tumblr, it is not acknowledged or generally accepted that white women can be racist and oppressive, while in my experiences white girls/women are the most racist group here on tumblr and in fandom. Yet, no body knows this outside of the poc community and when the topic of white women being racist or oppressive is brought up, white girls get upset and try to dissuade the conversation with “all women” or “let’s bring each other up, not tear each other down” bullshit. (Like I cannot count how many exclusively woc posts that white women have derailed and tried to erase a racial issue with “feminism for all”!!)

Tumblr does not scrutinize white women the way it should, because they are women. Yet women of color here are usually brought down, or ignored because of white women. White women are put on pedestals here on tumblr as heads of social justice, but when a woman of color talks to them about social justice issues or attempts to call them out on their racism, then the white girl gets upset and her friends do to.

White women believe they are untouchable when it comes to being racist/oppressive yet they execute some of the most racist tropes I’ve ever seen in fandom and claim they are being revolutionary or progressive. White women also fail to acknowledge or accept that men of color face prejudice and oppression , and they as white women have more freedom and privilege and are not nearly as oppressed as men of color—especially here in America.

Tumblr is filled with privileged, racist white girls who perpetrate their white feminism and think they know equality but they do not. yet, tumblr as a whole accepts the white woman as a sign of feminism, female empowerment and idolizes her; tumblr accepts that white women can do no wrong because they are girls and their feminism/social justice speak for us all.

And when a woman of color dares to speak out, the God help her.

So I will always be critical toward white women because as a black woman, I have only been subjected to racism here on tumblr by privileged white women/girls and I think tumblr needs to realize that while white men are the ultimate oppressors, white woman are not far behind, not at all.

Also anyone can reblog this and if you see it I would encourage you to because this needs to be brought to light!

Is My Queen

Don’t Freak

Originally posted by kings-of-my-heart

Steve Harrington x Reader

Requests are OPEN

PART II | PART III | PART IV | PART V

PART I


“You’re really trying to tell me that Low is David Bowie’s best album to date?” Jonathan nodded, opening the brown paper bag that held his lunch.

“That’s exactly what I’m telling you,” Y/N’s eyes widened, then shoved her lunch tray to the side. She leaned on her elbows, her hands in front of her.

“I could name five other Bowie albums, easily, that blow Low out of the water,” Jonathan took a bite of his sandwich, then motioned to Y/N.

“Go on then,”

Station to Station,” Y/N’s right index finger began to point to the fingers on her left hand to count. “Aladdin Sane, The Rise and Fall of Ziggy Stardust and the Spiders From Mars -obviously-, Diamond Dogs, and my number one favorite Bowie album of all time,” Jonathan mimed exactly what Y/N was saying with her, “Hunky Dory.” Y/N took a deep breath as she finished, then shoved a french fry in her mouth. “It’s like I don’t even know you sometimes,” She shook her head and shrugged her shoulders jokingly, “But, I mean, Low is still a great album,” That made Jonathan chuckle. A body suddenly appeared on the bench next to Y/N, scaring the life out of her. She had one hand on her mouth and the other over her heart to stop herself from screaming. Y/N turned her head and saw Steve Harrington with a dumb grin on his face.

“Tonight?” He looked at Y/N expectantly.

“What?” Her pupils were still wide from the shock, and the word sounded pretty dumb coming from her.

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this boy lost his mum just last december and has been put through absolute hell for seven years now, being torn down in every possible way. now he’s having to be in the presence of the same woman who was a part of his closeting from the very beginning, using him to her own benefit with no regard for his health or wellbeing. i would snap too. i’m so, so sad for him and wish i could do more. i want all the ugly people around him to burn.

D.I.P. (Disabled In Public)

Sometimes I really hate being Disabled In Public. Like…. there’s a definitive difference between being disabled and in public and Disabled In Public, and it’s hard to articulate to people who don’t have to experience this phenomenon. Like, yesterday I was at the airport, flying home for summer break. I’m sitting in my wheelchair at the gate, waiting to pre-board, and the gate check woman comes up to me, bends down and puts her hands on her knees, and says, “Gosh! You’re so independent!” I’m 23 years old, I live on my own across the country, and I’m a fucking adult out in public. Yes. I’m independent. How kind of you to notice.

And this happens all the time! I’m fine with people complementing my canes, or the flowers on my chair in passing, but coming up to me, speaking down to me, infantilizing me…. it’s all part of being Disabled In Public. The second I’m out in public I become some sort of attraction to able bodied people. Walking (or rolling) clickbait. And none of my able-bodied friends or family quite understand why I get so frustrated, or why I snap at people.

I was at the mall with my dad yesterday, in my wheelchair, and at least three people stopped me to complement my wheelchair. Which is fine. Except for the third woman, who said in some sort of weird baby talk, “Aw, who did that for you? That was so nice of them!” Uh…. I did that myself. Because, again, I am an adult.

And after this my dad goes, “Gosh, does this happen all the time? It must be so annoying…” to which I’m about to be delighted, before he continues, “…but you’re kind of asking for it by decorating your chair.”

No, I’m not asking for it. I’m accessorizing. People don’t stop everyone else on the street to infantilize them for their accessories. It only happens when you’re Disabled In Public.

And I didn’t really mean to write some kind of essay on the subject, but honestly. Why can’t people leave us alone? I’m not a child, I’m not inspiration porn, I’m just a fucking person out in the world trying to live my fucking life without random people interrupting me to make me feel awkward and singled out and Disabled.

I’m really tired of people being hateful towards Kathryn or anyone in Teamiplier. There is literally nothing to hate! She is a strong, intelligent, beautiful woman who carries herself  s o  well. She works so hard and is an indispensable part of this team. I admire and look up to her and I know a lot of other people who do too. Please keep you nasty comments to yourself, no matter how much you dislike her.

Being in the justice league would include...

Originally posted by dcvertigodaily

(Not my gif)


  • PIGGY BACK RIDES WITH BARRY! ;
  • Stealing Bruce’s credit card to buy stupid shit
  • Him being slightly mad, but pretending it’s fine
  • It’s never fine ;
  • Diana helping with your training ;
  • MORE PIGGY BACK RIDES WITH BARRY ;
  • Arthur being overprotective ;
  • Missing Clark a lot ;
  • Victor teaching you how to work with different technology ;
  • Epic jokes about Bats 
  • Epic jokes about Fish
  • Epic jokes about Lightnings ;
  • “Number One JL trash” mug
  • Purposely shoving the mug in their faces ;
  • “[Y/N] i need to work”
  • “No, you need a hug”
  • “Stop I-”
  • Hugging everyone ;
  • Having a spirit while fighting like
  • “WOOOHOOOO! I’M KICKING ASS” mid fly
  • “Who thought it was a good idea to bring her/him?” asks Bruce
  • “You, actually”  ;
  • Taking the overprotective mom role
  • “Bruce your batarangs are too sharp”
  • “Barry stop- STOP YOU WILL HURT YOURSELF”
  • “Arthur you will poke someone’s eye out, sit down”
  • “DIANA BE CAREFUL”
  • “Vic, don’t stay up late. ;
  • Bruce rolling his eyes at you
  • “Seriously, who thought it was a good idea to bring her/him?”
  • “YOURS” everyone shout back 
  • He knows he is joking
  • You know he is joking
  • Everyone know he is joking.
  • Dramatically putting a hand on your chest and play along
  • “How dare you” ;
  • You trying to keep everyone as safe and mentally motivated as you can.
  • The League being more positive and inspired to fight.
Feels

I just turned 22 and I’ve never had a boyfriend or really dated. I was always focused on school. In high school I was focused on getting into university and when I was in university, the one I went to never really offered any guys worth dating or spending time with. Therefore I focused on school again. After I graduated in June I wanted to spend my summer differently and just enjoy it. So I went on a couple of dates, did things differently than I usually would. Then I met the work in progress. We talked for 2 months. Basically hours on the phone everyday, our longest conversation lasting 4 hours. He was older, 29. I think the idea that I’ve always been an old soul, made me romanticize his age. I thought this meant he was older and wanted things differently.

We discussed how we didn’t understand how people could just rush into relationships within a month, how do you really know someone? We agreed on all of these things. We’d discuss the most random things and started to have inside jokes. He expected me to call him and talk to him on a regular. We would have arguments and then talk about it, and go back to our regular programming. This was all different for me, because he taught me how to communicate with him when I had a problem. It took me awhile because I’ve always hated confrontation. We never slept together because I’m a virgin and he was okay with that. I was an exception to his rule, “I don’t do virgins”. We’d make out, fondle each other, cuddle, but we’d always just stop. I thought he liked me tbh. I was starting to develop feelings quicker than I expected. I never catch feelings for anyone. So i’d start doing that thing, where you get crazy. He told me he could see himself settling down with me. I never believed it, even though he’d reassure me that he didn’t have any other potentials. He never made me feel secure. Based on how he’d talk about other girls in front of me. He’d talk about their beauty as if I were lacking in areas they flourished. He was so different from other guys I had come in contact with before. He was mature in terms of discussing issues and understanding the world, but as someone who had been hurt before, he was a boy in a relationship sense. He’d say he could see himself with me, but he didn’t want to put any title on us, it was too soon. He’d say this, but his effort was lacking.

I understood that. I did. I didn’t want a title, but reassurance he wasn’t meeting any knew girls and talking to them. I’m so used to being pursued, I wasn’t used to the feeling of having to show someone my worth. I was used to someone already seeing it and thats why they were pursuing. I got to the point where i’d try to show my worth sexually by sending him nudes and I never felt like it was good enough to him. So because of that and other external reasons, I decided to end it before he could string me along. I told him if he couldn’t see my worth, I wasn’t going to waste months and months for him to see it.  He was changing for me, I could see that, but I don’t want to change someone. He said “let me make that decision, because I was doing that for you”

I didn’t want to let go and sometimes I wonder if I should have just stayed around so I could see where it would go. But I feel like I can do better. Someone who’ll want to take me on dates all the time or want to talk to just me, not entertain options. Someone who is emotionally ready. I do feel like he liked me, but wasn’t ready. Or maybe I was expecting things too soon? I’m old school so I don’t understand this generation of “hooking up and not being with someone, but liking them, but not being ready to be with them, or I’ve been hurt before so I like to take my time”. Everyone is so afraid of being hurt they won’t put effort in or worry they’re putting to much. I know I was worried I was putting in too much after he told me he could see himself settling down with me. I just think if you know your worth, you’re wise not to be fooled by words and watch actions. You also wish not to settle for less than what you deserve. Half ass efforts may be enticing to a girl, but to a WOMAN, you’re just wasting her time. My time.

Favorite things about Justice League;

- Arthur Curry’s Sweater

- Arthur Curry showing up in a full on superheo costume and no one questioning it

- Every member of the Justice League had a butt shot, not just Wonder Woman #Equality

- Bruce’s major crush on Clark being out in full force

- When Bruce and Clark adopted Barry and share custody and Bruce cares about his future and Clark takes him to the coast on the weekends

- That part where Lois and Clark were basically Lilo and Stitch in that one gif where she puts the lei on him and he calms down instantly

- “Pet cemetery”

- “We’re the accidents”

- “The little merman” 

Something that occurred to me while rewatching black sails was how much woodes rogers backstory differentiates him from every other character, and makes it thematically very fitting that he would end up being the antagonist of the story.

Because over the course of the show we learn that every single protagonist has some defining experience that shapes their goals and actions throughout the series, and in the case of every single lead character (other than rogers), those experiences involve being in some way disempowered, knocked down, “put in their place” by the world/civilization.

Flint and Miranda lose Thomas and are forced to flee for their lives. And they are, at the time, able to do fuck all about it. They have no way of fighting back or getting any justice for what was done to them. At least no lawful “civilized” way. As a woman Miranda’s only influence was through Thomas. And as a lower class gay man, what measure of influence or social standing James had managed to to gain, spent his whole life working twice as hard for, was stripped away with just a few words. Civilization showed them both how easily they could go from respectable English citizens to a duplicitous backstabbing whore and a profane and loathsome monster.

Eleanor experiences her mothers murder during the raid on Nassau and immediately is abandoned by her father because he has no time for a daughter. She gets a lovely double lesson in a) how truly dangerous the world is for women and that b) as a woman she is easily set aside and dismissed.

Both Max and Madi were born slaves, their earliest childhood memories were literally of being someone else’s possession. And for Max add to that all of the shit that happens to her in season 1. She tries to do something to better her own life and gets knocked down in the most unimaginably horrible way for it.

There’s billy and his experience being press ganged because his parents fought for social change. There’s jacks experience with indentured servitude.

We don’t know silvers history, but we have, from the writers, the explanation that whatever happened to him it removed his ability to really be in control of his own narrative. Then of course he loses his leg, taking away the ability to be self reliant that defined the silver of seasons 1 and 2. He becomes the “one legged creature”, someone whose only chance at having a life with any respect or dignity is among a pirate crew.

Then we have rogers. He loses his brother in a battle. A battle in which he is in charge, with an opponent against whom he already had the upper hand. It’s not an attack against him personally, it’s a corned opponent retaliating. He still has all the power in the situation and immediately and brutally punishes everyone he deems responsible. Then he writes a book about it (leaving out the more grisly details) and becomes a celebrity, it opens all sorts of doors for him leading to him being handed the position of governor of Nassau. The sort of role someone like max had to fight the entire world every day of her life to achieve, and even then she could never be a visible leader in her own right. And it’s something woodes rogers is just… handed.

He really is the man to whom the world handed everything. And he never even seems to fucking realize it. When jack gives his amazing “you people…” speech rogers response is “you really think I’m that soft?”… like, no my dude, no one’s saying you’re soft, he’s saying you’re privileged. He tries again and again, with madi, with flint, to pull the whole “we’re not so different” schtick, and it never works. He understands loss and violence, but what he completely fails to understand is the experience every other character (to varying degrees) has had; being told by the world that, for reasons beyond their control or choice, they are less than. That should they try to challenge that, should they try to be seen and heard, try to have ambitions or freedom, civilization will respond swiftly and violently. He says that he’s doing exactly what Thomas hamilton tried to do but as flint points out, thomas was trying to bring about change whereas rogers only ever wanted to enforce the status quo.

Woops, that got much longer than intended… I just have a lot of unfavorable feelings about woodes rogers, okay!

Heat

Originally posted by hohbi

pairing: hoseok x reader

genre: street racing au, smut, angst

word count: 23k

description: Street racing was your dirty little secret, you could never get enough of the thrill, of the adrenaline that pumped through your veins like a drug. You were used to being the best. The competition would all fall miles behind as you thundered down the empty streets. 

But then Jung Hoseok showed up in town, bringing with him an arrogant manner and cocky attitude and you’re soon forced to acknowledge that you aren’t as undefeatable as you’d once believed. 

warnings: mentions of alcoholism


For you, street racing had always been an addiction.

You had told yourself it would be a one off thing. After all, it was reckless, irresponsible, dangerous and so very unlike you. You who had been so studious and dedicated your entire life, you who rarely drank and had never even tasted the bitter smoke of a cigarette.

It was hard to remember the first time you did it, you’d been so high on adrenaline that the details of the night all seemed to melt together into a confusing smudge of events. All you knew was that when you had sat behind that wheel after finally being persuaded, when your foot pressed down hard on that accelerator and when you heard the tumultuous sound of the engines roaring, you felt more alive than you ever. Nothing else had mattered, handing in work before the deadlines, wondering how you were going to pay for dinner, fixing the leak in your roof, all those things became so laughably unimportant. Your only objective was to cross that finish line.

It felt better than getting good grades, better than alcohol, better than sex.

Of course, the next morning, like any student with a good reputation, you were desperate to sweep your temporary recklessness under the rug. More than reckless, street racing was completely illegal. You were aware of the risks, you could get fired and kicked out of university, you had already stepped far too close to treacherous territory.

But like all drugs, once you get hooked, despite your better judgement, you always keep coming back and back for more. You constantly chase that elusive feeling, the feeling you got the very first time. So you donned a biker helmet, the kind where even the eye screen was made of blacked out plastic, just to ensure no one would ever figure out who you were, and you gave into the addiction, you let it consume your very being.

And it couldn’t be denied, you were a fucking good racer.

So good in fact, that after about a year of racing, no one could beat you. No one, that is, until Jung Hoseok showed up in town.

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Lose Your Keys, Find A Man

Originally posted by imaginesandmoreforfandom

Prompt: For the anon who sent in “Can you do a Derek Morgan x reader where she’s being harassing by some guy who won’t take a hint and he comes to her rescue?” 

A/N: Ah! I do love and miss my beautiful Derek Morgan so much! (Do I sound like Penelope yet lol? XD) This one is for the awesome anon who requested it and all the Morgan girls out there, not enough fics for him exist and I am happy to add to the collection. Enjoy :) Also, I’m still taking requests so if you want to hit up that asks box!

Note: (Y/N/N): your nickname

Word Count: 1.7 K

Rating: PG (maybe PG-13 if you really squint)


“Just one more drink she said, it’ll be fun she said! More like she’ll become a pain in the ass who can’t stand up,” you muttered as you dragged your friend Elizabeth out of the club with the help of your other friend Molly. The three of you had met your freshman year of college at Virginia Tech. Other than having one freshman english class, the three of you had polar opposite class and career tracks. You were a corporate lawyer, Molly was on the fast track to being a neurosurgeon, and Elizabeth was an aspiring painter. The three of you became inseparable and still shared an apartment, six years later. And it was times like this where you were glad you all had that kind of history else you might have killed the two of them by now. When you went out, you usually assumed the duty of being designated driver and “mom” of the night, while your two friends chose to drink ‘til they dropped, literally. 

“Look on the bright side, you can give her hell for this and shine a bright light in her eyes in the morning,” Elizabeth mumbled, stumbling slightly due to her drunk state and Molly’s extra weight on her shoulder. 

“Yeah right,” you snorted, “We both know that I’ll be handing out ibuprofen and coffee to you both in the morning and saying, ‘poor sweet baby’”. 

“True, but hey at least I’m not as much of a pain to handle,” she replied, as you hailed a cab. 

“Don’t even go there,” you said playfully bumping her shoulder. The passing cab came to hault and with you and Elizabeth’s combined efforts you managed to settle Molly inside. You reached in your purse for your wallet to ensure you could pay the fair and made a horrible discovery. “Shit, I think I dropped my keys,” you groaned.

“Just run inside and go find ‘em. We can wait.”

“No, it’s fine. I have no idea where I dropped them and this could take awhile. You need to get her home before she gets sick in the car.”

“Ok, just be careful. See you at home,” Elizabeth said. You closed the door of the cab and watched them drive off. You quickly walked back into the bar, not wanting to be outside for two long. You weren’t paranoid, just cautious. You’d heard too many horror stories women getting kidnapped outside of bars late at night. You quickly started scanning the room for a thick wad of keys as you walked back in. Not immediately catching sight of them, you trudged over to the bar. 

“Hey, Nick. Has anyone turned in a set of keys in the last ten minutes?” you asked the bartender, who you’d gotten to know since your friends loved this bar. 

“Afraid not (Y/N). Only things back here other than little old me are the drinks and a couple of notepads,” he replied cheekily. 

“Ha, well that was worth a shot. I’m going to go look over at the booth where we were sitting but if I can’t find them and they get turned in you’ll let me know right?”

“I’ll holler if they turn up.”

“Thanks,” you replied sadly, and dragged your feet over to the booth where you’d been stationed with your friends for the past three hours. You could kick yourself right now. All you wanted was to go home, but instead you were stuck at the bar looking for keys that you weren’ t even sure were there. You looked under the booth, then crawled in and stuck your hand down in the seats hoping maybe the keys had slid down in between. 

“Hello, pretty lady. Come back for more already?” some guy slurred as he stumbled toward you. You glanced at him out of the corner of your eye and immediately recognized him as the man who’d spent the majority of the night trying to pick you up. And in turn, you’d spent most of the night trying to get away from him and his awful breath that stank of alcohol, which signalled to you that he’d had way too much to drink. 

“Just trying to find my keys,” you replied, casually and kept sliding your hand around the seats. 

“Well, maybe I could help you with that,” he muttered, in as sultry of a voice as he could muster up and slid his hand up your thigh and onto your ass. 

“What the hell are you doing?” you growled and flipped around, after ripping his hand off you.

“Just trying to get a little play baby.”

“Well find someone who wants to play with you.”

“Aw c’mon, pretty lady. I seen the way you and your friends dance with anything that moves. I just want a little of that attention.”

“And as I have politely told you all night, I’m not interested,” you snapped, using your foot to push him back a few feet. The man glared intently at you and you instantly regretted that last move. 

“Now listen here you-”

“Hey buddy, the lady said no so why don’t you back off,” a voice said from behind the man as a hand landed on his shoulder. You flicked your eyes up to the owner of the voice and you savior. Tall, muscular, and handsome as hell. Honestly, he looked more like he belonged in a movie than here in real life rescuing you from some guy. 

“Why don’t you mind your own business buddy?” the drunk man sneered, shrugging the foreign hand off of his shoulder. Your hero (as you had labeled him in your head) stepped between you and the drunk.

“It is my business when men like you are harassing a woman. So why don’t you scram before I have the other FBI agents in the room book you for attempted assault and harassment?” he replied flashing a gun and credentials. The man took one last look at you over his shoulder before stumbling off toward the door. “Well, that takes care of that,” he muttered straightening up before turning to you and offering a hand to help you out of the booth. “You alright?” 

“Yes,” you replied, taking his hand and pulling yourself out of the booth to stand in front of him. “Thank you so much, I’ve been trying to shake that asshole all night.” 

“Sorry I didn’t notice sooner.”

“It’s ok. He wasn’t being that ballsy earlier.”

“Well, no woman deserves to be treated that way,” he said. “Didn’t I see you leaving with your friends a few minutes ago?”

“Yeah, I put them in a cab to head back to our apartment once I realized I had dropped my keys somewhere in the bar earlier,” you told him as you did another scan of the bar. “I was trying to see if maybe they had slid down into the seat when the drunk bastard started creeping on me again.” You turned your eyes back to your companion and found him kneeling on the ground, pulling your keys out from under the booth. 

“These what you’re looking for?”

“Yes, thank you so much…”

“Sorry, manners slipped my mind. Derek Morgan,” he replied, handing you your keys. 

“(Y/N) (Y/L/N), and given that you just essentially rescued me from some creep minutes ago I’m pretty sure your manners are fine,” you teased fiddling with your keys. 

“Like I said, it’s not right to treat ladies that way, especially one’s with smiles as pretty as yours,” he said, flashing a dazzling smile at you. You grinned at him and tucked your hair behind your ear. You were suddenly very aware that you were being watched. Glancing over your shoulder, you noticed a table full of people who were trying to nonchalantly watch the exchange going down between the two of you. 

“Well, I think I’m going to get going. I’ve got to drunks to take care of at home and I wouldn’t want to keep you from your friends any longer, but you might want to tell them to try being more discreet if they plan on watch people,” you chuckled. 

“I can walk you out if you want,” Derek suggested.

“You’ve been nice enough already, and the bartender is a friend so I’ll ask him to. It was nice to meet you, Derek,” you replied. 

“Nice to meet you too, (Y/N),” he said and sauntered off back to his friends. You sighed dreamily and walked up to the bar. 

“Success,” you declared, leaning on the bar, and dangled your keys for Nick to see. 

“Awesome, now I don’t have to scour the bar for those when I close,” he replied washing glasses. 

“Nick, would you mind walking me out to my cab? It’s kind of late,” you asked, slipping said keys back in your purse where they belonged. 

“Didn’t Derek offer to walk you out?”

“How did you know that? And second question, you know him?” 

“First, I’m a bartender I hear everything. I was about to step in for you earlier, but Derek was ordering a drink and said he would handle it. Second, I don’t know him per say, but the crowd of FBI agents over there are regulars,” Nick explained as he set the glass down and picked up another. “He’s a big hit with girls, but I don’t think he’s seeing anyone.”

“I know what you’re implying, and knock it off. He’s way out of my league,” you shot back. 

“C’mon, (Y/N/N). You, my friend, are a catch and he’s a great guy who knows how to treat a woman right.”

“What do you want me to do, Nick? Walk over there and drop my number on a napkin in front of him?”

“Or you can give it to him now since he’s walking over here,” Nick mumbled, suddenly very busy cleaning that glass. 

“(Y/N),” Derek said as he walked up beside you. 

“Hi again,” you replied. 

“Stop me if I’m being too forward, but I was wondering if I could maybe take you out to get a coffee?”

“Like right now?” you asked, raising an eyebrow at him. Derek nodded. “It’s almost one o’clock in the morning.”

“Well, I am a man who believes in living in the present,” he replied chuckling, “but I do see your point.” 

“You know what, I know a great diner that makes a mean cup of coffee and a fantastic milkshake,” you mentioned adjusting the strap on your purse. 

“Well, Miss (Y/L/N), let’s go,” he said grinning as he offered you his arm. You giggled as you took it. Who knew you’d find your knight in shining armor as a result of losing your keys under a booth? 


BONUS SCENE!

A/N: ok so when I was writing the first part it suddenly hit me what the conversation with the team would be like after Morgan saves the reader and goes back to the table, but I couldn’t figure out how to work it into the story so I’m including it as a bonus scene. Enjoy :)

“Nice to meet you too, (Y/N),” Derek muttered and strolled back over to the table the other BAU members were perched around, still thinking about (Y/N)’s beautiful eyes and smile. 

“So, is she prettier upon closer inspection?” Rossi teased as Morgan leaned against the table. 

“What are you talking about?” Morgan asked, snapping out of his stupor. 

“Derek, c’mon you are sitting which a group of profilers. Don’t think we haven’t noticed that you’ve been staring at her since we got here,” JJ replied, waggling her eyebrows at him. That was true, the team had arrived about an hour ago to continue their night of bar hopping and that was when Derek had noticed (Y/N). She had thrown the BAU’s resident player off of his game, big time. Instead of approaching and mingling, he’d decided to take the road of observing watching the way her smile lit up her face as she laughed with her friends and swung her hips. 

“We also agreed never to profile each other and I haven’t been staring,” Derek grumbled. 

“Right, so what’s her name?” Penelope asked leaning toward him. 

“(Y/N).”

“And I’m assuming you got her number, so when are you seeing her again?”

“I didn’t get her number,” he replied. A collective groan spread around the table, while Spencer smiled in the corner and extended his hand. 

“Told you, now fork it over all of you,” he said victoriously, taking a ten dollar bill from each member of the team. 

“What?”

“They bet that you’d have a date and her number by the time you walked back over here, and I noted the fact that you were ‘off your game’ as you would say, so I bet them you wouldn’t and I definitely won,” Reid explained, smiling smugly. 

 “Chocolate Thunder, bet aside I expect you to march back over there and score yourself a date else I hack her phone and call her for you,” Penelope threatened, poking his chest.

“I’ll show you who’s not off his game,” Derek grumbled, downing one of the shots that had been for the table before spinning and marching toward the bar where (Y/N) was chatting up the bartender. 

“Atta boy!” Prentis shouted.

“WHOO! GO CHOCOLATE THUNDER!” Penelope cheered.

BTS Reaction to You Giving Them The Silent Treatment

Incognito; Could you do an Bts react to their s/o giving them a temporary silent treatment for something they did in their s/o’s dream?

Note: of course I can! I hope you like this ~


Jin ➳ You couldn’t see him the same way, he had murdered you inside your dream as he laughed — but as he still stared to you in innocent curiosity despite you ignoring him, you began to slowly get frightened. “Are you trying to observe which part of my body would be easiest to pierce?”

His eyebrows furrowed, the corners of his lips curling upward before he let out a confused chuckle. “What?”

Originally posted by jiyoongis


Suga ➳ You knew it was just a dream, but you could practically imagine him sleeping deeply as someone tried to abduct you from right beside him. You felt betrayed knowing it could actually happen, ignoring the man throughout the day but little did you know, Yoongi was slowly becoming salty as hell.

Holding his anger in, the next day when you became all happy and spoke to him; asking him if he wanted to go out to eat he only looked to you. “And who are you?”

Originally posted by jitonic


J-Hope ➳ You could remember it clearly, his face becoming nothing but stoic before a smirk grazed his lip — pushing you off the cliff as you fell down the never-ending air. And here he was, arms filled with milkshakes with that same damn smirk plastered onto his face. You were ignoring him as he spoke about his day while inhaling his milkshake empty before eying yours. It wasn’t long before he took yours from your hands, receiving an incoherent voice of refusal as he laughed. “You’ve been acting strange today,” he said, taking the straw out and placing the sugar coated end in his mouth, “I still love you though.”

Originally posted by rapfluff


RapMonster ➳ He understood what you felt, knowing you had a dream about him once you took his arm off your waist when you had woken up. He didn’t know what he did, knowing it must’ve been something horrible since whenever he would reach for your hand you would flinch in slight terror. The day went on normal but quiet, and when you both soundlessly went out to grab a bite to eat — the food you both shared would be silently passed around as the birds singing was the only source to make the atmosphere more alleviating.

Originally posted by blessedbyjarry


Jimin ➳ “What did I do?” He suddenly asked as you didn’t kiss or hug him after he sang his solo to thousands. You crossed your arms with a pout on your lips, having ignored him all day but still going to his concert to support him.

“You cheated on me,” you growled and he instantly caught on — knowing it was one of your dreams yet his eyes still widened, “with Taehyung.” He began to giggle, looking away from you and wondering why you were being so cute before pulling you into a hug.

Originally posted by jitamin


V ➳ He straight up dumped you, telling you he didn’t want to have your ‘clingy ass’ around him anymore and when you woke up, the icy, cold glare was evident on your features. You ignored him all day, and he was being so kind to you but you didn’t give him any of your attention because in all honesty, he was the clingy one! 

“(y/n)~!” He’d sing, following after you and interrupting your inner turmoil as you stormed to the backyard. He would then begin to smack you with his sleeves, pushing you around until you finally give in and give him love.

Originally posted by rapnamu


Jungkook ➳ It was something you always dreaded, finding him naked and sprawled across some other woman. You were devastated, soon ignoring the boy once you woke up and just giving him the cold shoulder until he finally put his foot down. “Hey!” He yelled, becoming smart since you weren’t clearly hearing him and you jumped from the loud tone. “Wake up! I’m not that same man from your dreams,” he exhaled deeply, his face impassive and annoyed as he grabbed your hand, “so don’t treat me like I am.”

Originally posted by jiguk


Masterlist

How to shatter you abhorrent admirer’s ego without even being present: A guide by Elizabeth Swann

You will need:

Yourself; a stong, independent woman and the stealth protagonist in a grand adventure. You will do what ever you damn please and not be tied down by anyone else’s expectation, even if they are by your loved ones.

Originally posted by dailypotc

A nerdball; a man who despite his rugged good looks is all around adorable and sweet. You love him with all your heart and you would die for him without question, just like he would for you.

Originally posted by dameronfinn

Step one: Identify your admirer, this should not be hard as he will most certainly put the moves on you in the most sleazy way.

Originally posted by sparrabeth

Step two: Reject him for your nerdball. This of course, will not make your admirer stop pursuing you, he’ll always be conviced you love him deep down and he’ll always think the nerdball in unworthy of your affection.

Originally posted by gifchannel

Step three: Smash that, and do it multiple times just be sure you get knocked up. If you aren’t going to be separated for a long ass time, it’s not crucial that you get pregnant right away, however this method packs a bigger punch if you and the nerdball have to be torn apart for years.

Originally posted by lucreziatargaryen

Step four: Pop out his kid and raise said kid to be self-sacrificing and heroic but don’t even bother to tell him about your admirer. As you and the nerdball are both visually flawless, your kid is guaranteed to turn out handsome.

Originally posted by animations-daily

Step five: Send your stunning lovechild on an adventure which will lead him to the admirer. Upon identifying himself to the admirer he will have unintetionally revealed how much you love your nerdball. The admirer will then, of course, ask if you talk about him and your child will then with his response unintentionally reveal how little the admirer’s affections mean to you.

If you’ve managed to pull all of this off, regarless of time in between the steps,

CONGRATULATIONS!

Originally posted by lematworks

You’ve successfully sat that motherfucker down in the most cold hearted way possible and you didn’t even have to be there for it.

Now you just have to await your nerdball’s return and have fantastic reunion sex.

Originally posted by sparrabeth

It’s Hard Enough - Cooper!Reader X Jughead Jones

Originally posted by betty-and-jughead


Hi love! Could I please request a fluffy Riverdale imagine where the reader is Betty’s little sister by a year who receives the same pressure from their mom, but hides it well from her sister and everyone else, when she is actually completely overwhelmed and stressed out to the point where she’s having an anxiety attack and Jughead or Veronica helps her?

Just because I love him, I chose a Jughead x Reader prompt. But, anon, if you want one with Veronica please message me!!! And maybe…if you want a Part Two (?)

It’s hard enough being a Freshman at Riverdale High, but you had an amazing older sister who put your mother’s standard too high. Betty is an amazing sister and you love her, it’s just that everyone loves her. After Polly went away and Jason went missing, things started to go further down hill for you. Your mother put unneeded pressure on both you and Betty, but Betty handled so much better. She broke free from your mother’s poisonous ways and started doing things for herself. This left you alone with the overbearing woman and no where to go. You managed to hide the damage your mother was inflicting upon you quite well. So well in fact that your sister and her friends thought you were just fine. The first day back to school, that changed.

“That’s really great Archie!” Betty said, shooting the redhead the most adorable heart eyes. You nodded in agreement as you listened to Archie's’ music demo. You were about to speak up when everyone at the lunch table turned their heads. “Can I sit?”

You turned and saw a very pretty Sophomore standing near the table. “Veronica! Yeah, sit!” Betty said, giving her a sweet smile. Kevin moved over, allowing you to make room for the girl to sit next to you. “What song is that? It’s really good but I haven’t heard it before.”

“It’s Archie’s demo.” You said, and the girl looked at you in confusion. Betty laughed, “Sorry, Veronica, this is my little sister Y/N. Y/N this is Veronica, she just moved here from New York.” Veronica gave you a kind smile and a hello which you tried to copy as best you could. You just weren’t feeling it today. Veronica must’ve picked up on it because her eyebrows furrowed slightly. “Yeah, I thought we’d have to pretend to like it but, it’s actually really great.” Kevin said causing Archie to smile softly. You smiled a little too, happy that at least one person you knew was doing something good in their lives. “You are alright?” Veronica asked while Kevin and Betty discussed Archie’s future in the music business. You just turned to look at her and with no answer, you got up and left the table. You felt tears gathering behind your eyes as you walked past Cheryl Blossom’s table, you heard someone in their group mutter “freak” and you suddenly were pushed over the edge. You picked up your pace and walked quickly back inside the school. You darted towards the nearest bathroom. You felt eyes on you and saw the Sophomore from your writing class watching you. You just walked faster to the bathroom and when inside, you locked yourself in a stall. The weight of everything that had occurred was finally crashing down on you and it was hitting hard. You felt light headed as your mind replayed the conversation of the future you had with your mom, the pressure for success she put on you because God forbid she had another broken daughter. Veronica’s simple question brought all of it back, the family drama that occurred with Polly and then Jason’s disappearance. You were far from alright, but the thought of telling someone that felt more scary than the pressure itself.

You managed to pull yourself together enough where you stopped crying, and got ready for your next period. When you would see your sister and her friends in the hall, you’d just say you had a stomach cramp or pain and went to the nurse. They’d question you and Veronica would be skeptical, but you’d smile and lie your way through the day.  


You told Betty that you had a group project due in a few days and that your group was meeting up at Pop’s. Of course, being the good sister she is, let you go off on your own. “Just text me when you get there and when you need a ride, okay?” You nodded and gave her a fake smile. “I love you Y/N, be safe!” You walked off towards the diner, happy that now you didn’t have to go home for a little while longer.

The diner was basically empty, minus a few usual patrons. You ordered some fries and sat in a booth in the corner. You looked outside the window and saw the rain drops fall against the glass. It was a soothing distraction, taking your mind off the current situation just for a few precious moments. The silence was interrupted by someone sitting in the empty side of the booth. You turned your head quickly and saw the quiet Sophomore from early today. You just stared at him and his odd hat, and he stared at you just the same. “You’re Y/N Cooper, I saw you earlier today in school. We have Writing class together.” You nodded, suddenly getting nervous. “You’re Jughead Jones.” You said, equally as monotone as he did. “I’m not normally one for caring, but what happened today, right before lunch ended?” You swallowed hard at his question, and he saw your unease. “You looked very, very upset, that’s why I ask.” You felt a tear slide down your cheek at his sudden kindness. You wiped it away as quickly as it had appeared. “Everything going on it’s…taking a toll on me, but I’m-” You stopped talking, not trusting your own voice to continue. Jughead seemed to notice and didn’t say a word. He just waited until you composed yourself and continued. “I’m,” you looked into his eyes for a split moment and saw that there was no fooling him, “not fine.”

You found yourself opening up, just a little, to the mysterious boy before you. You mentioned the pressure your mother put you under, that derived from what occurred with Polly and Jason. From there, he started to talk about the summer, the Blossom twins, and how he remembered your older sister. “Polly was very nice. Said ‘hi’ to me even when I didn’t even look at her.”

“That was the type of girl she was.” You said, trailing off. You missed your eldest sister and you knew that Betty did as well. “Maybe,” Jughead started, slightly hesitant, “you should talk to your sister Betty more.” You stared at him quietly as he continued, “If she was under the same pressure she might be able to help you deal with it. It’s just an idea.” He said, and you felt your lips twitch up into a small smile. “Thank you.” Your phone screen flickered on and you saw the time. You hurriedly got out of the booth and stood. “My sister is going to be here soon.” He nodded, and made his way out of his side of the booth. “I’ll walk you out.”

The two of you waited under the rain-guard outside the diner in a calm silence. For some reason you turned and saw him looking at you. “You don’t have to stay. You’ve done enough for me.” He shook his head and looked towards the ground, a small smile played on his lips. “I’m just going to leave you alone when you feel this down.” You nodded, your heart beating a bit faster than before. “Thank you, again.” You whispered quietly, he turned to face you once more. “If you ever need to talk, to someone that isn’t your sister, you can find me in the library at lunch time.” You gave him a soft smile once more and saw the headlights coming from down the road.

“I’ll see you around, Jughead.” You murmured, but he caught your hand before you walked away. “I hope you smile more.” He said in a hushed tone as he slipped a piece of paper into your hand. You looked a his face, his gaze hidden slightly by his dark hair. He pulled away and with one last glance, walked back inside the diner. You darted to Betty’s car through the rain and shuddered when you got inside.

“Get buckled.” She said, “How’d the group project go?” As you finished buckling your safety belt, you turned back to the diner and saw Jughead typing away at a laptop through the window. From a distance, it looked, almost like, he was smiling. You turned to face forward and sighed. “It went pretty well.”  

Carolina

So, Harry has said before that his favourite song is Free Fallin’ by John Mayer, which as you may know is a cover of a famous song by Tom Petty. The opening line to Free Fallin’ is “She’s a good girl” - sound familiar?

Now let me draw your attention to another Tom Petty song (technically Tom Petty and the Heartbreakers, he was in a band before going solo too) called Mary Jane’s Last Dance. If you don’t know it, you might guess from just the title that it’s about a woman, but the name Mary Jane might also make you think of a certain drug. Does this woman/drug ambiguity seem familiar?

Well as it turns out, the lyrics of Mary Jane’s Last Dance are quite thematically similar to Carolina. The opening line of MJLD is “She grew up in an Indiana town” vs the opening line of Carolina - “She’s got a family in Carolina”. Some other interesting lyrics:

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Ad-Listed. [smut]

A;N: So, hello! This is kind of different for me, I’m well aware of that, but I had the idea in my head and I couldn’t let it go! This is an AU as Stiles is not in BH, he’s in his senior year of college! Please let me know what you think. Hope you enjoy xo Lau

Pairing: StilesxReader

Author: thelittlestkitsune

Warnings: Smut. 18+ Explicit Content.

Word count: .10, 810

Listen to me.

One week to Kirstie’s wedding.  

You groaned as you slid into the pleather booth at the local diner, glancing at your phone. Ten till two and he said he’d be here at two. Guess I better get a coffee then. You flagged the waitress, ordering a latte as you sat and scrolled through your phone, looking at the date your bridesmaid dress was supposed to arrive. Why did you leave getting your dress until so late, you always leave everything until it’s so late. You sighed to yourself as the waitress brought your coffee, a wide grin on her face. You smiled back as you looked out the window, watching as Mike walked past the window.

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Handyman: Part 3

Handyman: Part 3 (m)

(Okay, I went a little over board. I got really turned on with the smut and went ham. Haha, I love this story so for the three people that read it, hope you enjoy!)

Word count: 8.1k

Genre/Warnings: sub!Jimin, language, angst, smut, dirty talk, office sex, cum play threesome

Pairing: Jimin x Reader (threesome)

Summary: You’re not sure where your relationship with Jimin is going but you know it’s different. Then again, do you miss Taehyung?

Parts: one | two 


“You still haven’t told him about your past with Taehyung?” Hoseok asked as he sat in your office, waiting for you to finish up what you were doing so you could go to lunch with Namjoon.

“Why don’t you yell a little fucking louder. It’s not like Taehyung isn’t outside of this room.” You whisper yelled. 

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blind dates are lame- h.s imagine

Originally posted by thedailystyles

“When was the last time you went on a proper date?” Jeff asked Harry. The two of them were sitting across the room from another tossing a hacky sack to each other.

Harry caught the sack and stopped to think for a little bit, “Mmm. I think the last time was back in December.” He threw the sack back over to Jeff.

Jeff sat up on the couch with wide eyes. “Mate! That’s over six months!” Harry laughed while getting up and heading over to the kitchen, “It’s not that big of a deal, really. I’ve just haven’t been interested.

Jeff followed his friend and sat on the counter. “Well now’s the perfect time to start dating. You’ve finished your album. You don’t start tour for a couple of months. You can give your right hand a bit of a break.”

“My right han-..” Harry glanced down. “Oh. Yeah. My right hand.”

Jeff laughed and hopped off the counter and grabbed the water bottle Harry had in his hand. “Listen, I know the perfect girl. Met her down at the bookstore. Her name’s Y/N. Really down to earth kind of girl. Reckon you guys will get along great.”

Harry looked at Jeff with a worried look on his face. “I didn’t know you knew how to read.”

Jeff glared at Harry while Harry laughed softly, “Mate, I’m just not interested in dating right now. Wanna focus on the album. Wanna focus on the tour.”

“Yeah but one date wouldn’t hurt would it? I’ll visit her tomorrow. Tell her you’re interested.”

Harry scratched the back of his neck while leaning against the kitchen island. “I don’t know. Blind dates are kind of..lame aren’t they?”

“Yeah but you’re lame yourself so why not?”

“Oi!”


The bell ringing against the door caused you to look up from the book you were reading behind the cash register. “Hey Jeff! Need to pick up some more journals?” You smiled at your new friend. While Jeff was in town, Harry texted him and asked if he could bring more empty journals. Harry claims he was in the “writing mood.” With a huff of annoyance, Jeff eventually agreed and found a family owned bookstore not to far from where he was. He went in and met Y/N who was honestly a breath of fresh air. She was sweet and charming. She was everything Harry needed in a girl.

“Hey Y/N! No, I’m fine. I came in to talk to you actually.” Jeff connected his hands together and placed them on the counter, as if he was in some kind of business deal.

Y/N dog eared the page she was reading and squinted her eyes slightly at Jeff. “What do you want?”

“Y/N, Y/N, Y/N” Jeff sighed. Y/N laughed and crossed her arms and looked at the tall man in front of her.

Jeff gave her a smile and opened his mouth and then closed it. Y/N raised her eyebrow at him. “Y/N, Y/N, Y/N”…

“Get on with it!” Y/N chuckled.

Jeff chuckled himself, “Alright! Alright. How would you feel about going on a date with this guy I know? Really nice. Sweet. Easy on the eyes…”

Y/N placed her hand on her chin and pretended to ponder about the idea of being set up. “Pass.”

Jeff clapped his hands together, “Great! He can pick you up at your place or you guys could meet- Wait. Pass? Why not!”

Y/N walked out from behind the counter and picked up a pile of books that needed to be put away. “I don’t know. The idea of a blind date seems kind of lame.” Jeff quickly followed her and grabbed the books from her arms. “Why does everyone think it’s so lame! You’re lame!” Y/N gave Jeff a look as she put a book onto the shelf. Jeff gave her a sheepish smile, “Sorry that was crude of me. What I mean to say is it’s not lame! I find it rather cute. And what if you guys end up getting married. You can say ‘My dearest friend, the noblest man I know, the most handsome guy that walked on this Earth; set me and your father up’ to your children.” Jeff was shaking his head while staring into the distance, thinking about how much of a hero he’ll look to everyone for setting up the perfect couple.

Y/N snapped her fingers in front of Jeff’s face, “Jeff!”

Jeff quickly came back to Earth and looked at Y/N, “So what do you say?”

Y/N sighed while grabbing the books he was holding back into her arms. “I-..”

“Great! I’ll text you the details!” Jeff shouted while running out of the store before you could object.


Y/N was sitting at the bar of the hotel lobby Jeff texted you to meet Harry at. Being put on a blind date by someone you just met and didn’t even know the last name of required a little alcohol help.

“Gin and tonic, please” a voice called out to the bartender. The stranger sighed and ran his hair through his hair.

You chuckled softly while staring at your wine glass. “Rough night?”

The stranger and looked down at the rings on his hands, “I uh. I don’t know yet. Maybe.”

And on que the both of you looked at each other properly. Harry gasped. You were surely the most beautiful woman he has ever seen. Your eyes were instantly wide. Harry Styles was the beautiful man you were going on a date with. Surely he was just in the neighborhood. 

Suddenly Harry felt like he needed to explain his every move to you. “I uh..I’m just waiting for my blind date to arrive but I’m a bit nervous.”

Y/N chuckled at Harry’s words. “Are you Harry?” You quickly scolded yourself in your head and blushed. Of course he was. 

Harry laughed at your mental face palm look on your face and nodded. “Are you, Y/N?”

You gave Harry a small smile and nodded, “I am.”

Harry quickly gave himself a high-five in his head for getting to spend the privilege of getting to be on a date with someone as beautiful as you.

The bartender came over and placed Harry’s drink in front of him. Harry gave him a quick thank you and proceeded to look at you. He smiled and placed his hand out towards the restaurant on the other side of the hotel. “Should we get this blind date started?”

You chuckled and nodded your head. “We shall.” You picked up your things and stood up.

Harry gestured you to go first, “After you.”

As you started to walk away, Harry quickly took his drink and gulped it down. He hissed at the burning alcohol and jogged after you.


You threw your head back in laughter and held your stomach while Harry was laughing pretty loudly himself. “How did you not notice you had a brown stair on your white pants!” You managed to get out in between laughs.

Harry held his hands out in defense, “I thought everyone was staring because they wanted to talk to me! And! I thought they were thinking ‘Wow. How stylish of him to wear those white pants!’”

Y/N finally settled down and wiped a tear from her eyes from laughing so much, “Well it’s good to know my date has such high confidence in himself.”

Harry looked down at his empty plate and chuckled softly, “It is.”

You gave him a smile to which he returned. Suddenly your waiter walked up to you guys, interrupting you guys from admiring one another. “Was there anything else I can do for you guys?”

Harry quickly gave him his credit card. “Go ahead and charge it.” You quickly tried to grab your wallet from your purse, “Here let me.”

Harry shook his head at you. “It’s fine, Y/N.” He then gave a nod to the waiter.

“Harry, you didn’t even look at the bill. Let me at least help.” You said while taking out your credit card. Harry reached over and grabbed your hand, “I got it, love.” Your heart melted at the pet name and both yours and Harry’s hands tinged from one another.

Not wanting the date to end, you and Harry decided to walk to your apartment that was about two blocks away. The whole time getting to know each other more and telling each other incredibly funny stories. Finally the two of you ended up at the front of your door. You turned and looked at Harry who was already smiling down at you. “I had a great time, Harry.”

Harry nodded his head, “I did too.” The two of you started leaning in when Harry was the one that finally brought his lips to yours. You smiled into the kiss and wrapped your arms around your neck. When the both of you pulled away, Harry rested his forehead against yours. “I usually don’t have the first kiss until the third date..” You whispered. Harry smiled, “Guess we’ll have to have another date then. You smiled and nodded, this time you were the one to kiss him first.

With one last kiss and the promise of another date, Harry left and you walked into your apartment. Both of you had the same smile and the same thought in your head, “Have to thank Jeff for that.”

Maybe blind dates weren’t that lame after all.



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