how does he ever interview people all he does is interrupt them

Hot Off The Press

Another AU where Jacky-Boy is a hockey player and Bitty has a job that involves hockey bc that’s my aesthetic. Anyway, I really know nothing about how the world of sports journalism works so there is probably some inaccuracies in here, but it’s an AU so who cares. Artistic license and all that. Very slightly NSFW (i just wanted to get all the warnings out there). 


“Are you into men?”

Jack has been asked this question before, but in such a subtle way (and typically involving Parson) that it’s easy to avoid. No reporter has ever straight out asked him. Besides, he’s not gay. He’s bisexual. So when Jack usually tells them, “No.” it’s not a lie. However, this time it feels different. Maybe it wasn’t just this particular time, but all the times added onto each other that’s finally causing him to really think about what hole he’s digging himself into.

The blunt question has him feeling panicky and the other presser notice his reaction too. Jack can’t say no, because that’s not true. He is into men. Jack’s panic quickly shifts, and now he just feels like shoving the microphones away and storming out, because this is hockey goddammit. Not E! news.

“Excuse me?” Jack clears his throat, trying to buy himself some time to think of a properly crafted response. Over the years, he’s developed a talent for that.

But everything is on overdrive and he feels his breath start to quicken again–

“Are you into men?” Another reporter asks, and it takes Jack a moment to realize that the reporter isn’t asking him. He’s asking the man who popped the question in the first place.

 All attention, including Jack’s, turns to the small blonde that got lost in the bundle of people. He holds up his mic towards the reporter who popped the question in the first place. 

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not interested (m)

Originally posted by sweaterpawsjimin

pairing: hoseok x reader

genre: enemies to lovers | explicit smut, fluff, angst

length: 20k

summary: nobody has ever succeeded at swooping you off your feet. that is until you become coach assistant for your college’s swim team and maybe then, you learn everybody deserves a chance at love.

a/n: i promise my next fic WONT be a college enemies to lovers au lmao its just so fun to do. i gotta thank @junghaze for being my beta reader and practically saving this fic from the dead i cant be more grateful

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They Don't Know (Mature)

My cheeks are becoming hot. I can feel them buzzing and I’m sure if Justin moves any closer to me (which I’m certain he will) he’ll be able to feel the heat radiating off them.

“Just lay back,” he whispers, giving me one last glance before his lips graze across my stomach; they’re wet and warm and cause my insides to do flips. “Let me take care of you.”

The bed is unfamiliar but I can smell Justin’s cologne mixing with his natural scent. I let myself fall back onto the sheets and sigh softly.

“Your skin is soft,” I hear him whisper while his fingers rub my hips, just above my underwear. “You’re so beautiful.”

I watch as he wraps his slender fingers around the material of my underwear, a face filled with concentration as he does so, and teasingly pulls them down.

Once they’re discarded to the floor, a glint of excitement passes through Justin’s eyes as I watch him, it only excites me more.

“I want to take my time, I want to make you feel every little thing,” he murmurs before, to my disappointment, moves up my body.

“You know we have a busy day tomorrow,” I grin, stretching to look down at him.

“I don’t mind falling asleep during interviews if you don’t,” he says before pressing his lips against my shoulder.

Gently, his fingers trail up my waist until they’re under my arms. By the way his eyes are burning into my chest, I can guess what happens next.

He moves closer, so close I can feel his breath colliding with my nipples. I hum softly.

It isn’t long before his lips are latched around my left nipple while his right hand gives my right equal attention. He imitates my hum and sends vibrations through every inch of me.

Without telling me, my body manages to arch up into Justin’s touch. I get the feeling he’s pleased by this because a soft growl forms at the back of his throat.

“Does that feel good? I adore when your body responds to me.”

I take my lip between my teeth and bite down a hard, causing it to sting.

Justin continues to work on my nipples, making me cry out with pleasure that keeps finding its way into the deepest parts of my body. I find myself both pulling him closer to me and pushing him away.

“I think you need more,” he tempts me, adding a tone to his voice that drips like hot, melted chocolate. Just as he finishes his words he starts to kiss down my chest and across the surface of my stomach. My heart leaps with excitement while my hips stir with anticipation.

Once his lips are level with my hips, I’m sure I’m no longer able to stand the desire I can feel building. I want to cry out in frustration.

“Feel the way my fingers are tracing your thighs, feel my breath on your clit, feel my touch burn into you,” Justin said in a tempting tone.

I did just that. The simple acknowledgment of Justin’s actions and his touch manages to bring an entirely new sense of pleasure.

“Justin, please,” I whisper, and I’m sure if I look down I’d be able to see a proud grin on his lips.

“I’m here to please you tonight so I’ll do whatever you want me to,” he replies and sends a wave of relief through my body.

He doesn’t say anything else. His lips pecked the insides of my thighs before his tongue started to dance up and down my clit, giving me a burning pleasure. Looking down, I can see his eyes watching me as he does it. 

I grip the sheets tightly in my hands and push my hips up to meet his mouth. Justin takes my actions happily and meets me in the middle; I almost squeal at the sudden rush.

Pushing me further to where I want to be, he wraps his lips around my clit and continues to swirl his tongue around in every direction. His mouth is hot and a shiver trickles down my spine.


Justin is sat next to me, his hand thrown over the back of my chair. I chance a glance and see him already looking at me, he smiles before looking away.

“So, working close together for a long period of time, does that ever get tiring? Are there times when there’s disagreements?” the interviewer, Chelsea, asks.

“Uhm.” Justin and I look at each other. “I think sometimes we get tired and cranky, and that can lead to one of us taking it out on the other, but it’s nothing serious, nothing that we hold against each other,” Justin says, looking over at me as I nod in agreement. “We love each other, we don’t argue as much as people might think.” He laughs and I smile up at him.

I watch him speaking, taking in the way his face changes when he speaks and the hand gestures he uses. I lick my lips absentmindedly before looking back to the interviewer as she nods along.

“He says that, but if we’re not making music, we’re bickering, usually because this one’s needy as shit,“ I smile innocently, nodding.

“See this? This what I have to deal with. Abuse.” Justin shakes his head, pretending to cry. Seconds later, he brings his head up and laughs to himself.

“The media can stir a lot of facts and twist them into rumours, as I’m sure you’re aware,” the interviewer starts. “How do you deal with that?”

“We don’t,” I whisper, laughing to myself and Justin glances over, grinning.

“We try to ignore them,” Justin says and I interrupt.

“But when it’s, when it’s something completely ridiculous, it’s kinda hard to ignore it, you know?” I say, and I can see Justin leaning his elbow on the chair, watching me.

“Like what?” the interviewer asks. “What’s the craziest rumour you’ve ever read about yourself?”

Justin and I look over at each other. “Uh, that’s difficult,” I laugh. “There’s that one, I can’t remember where I saw it, that you’re, like, secretly a lizard. Something you wanna tell us, Jay?” I grin to the camera and back to Justin.

“I don’t know what to tell you, except that it’s true, I’m a lizard, and [Y/N] does have a penis. It’s all true. We’re tired of living a lie. Right, [Y/N]?” He looks over at me with a sad expression. “It’s okay,” he whispers, taking my hand. “They deserve the truth.”

I suppress a smile and nod, looking at the camera while the interviewer laughs. “One thing we do; know, Justin Bieber is an idiot, you heard it here first.”

“You’re so mean to me.”


“Anyway,” Chelsea says, laughing at us as I grin at Justin. “There’s a certain rumour that I don’t think you guys are able to get away from,” she hints and my heart skips a beat and I can be almost certain Justin’s does the same. We nod for her to continue. “There’s fan accounts, YouTube videos of proof, ship names; you name it, it’s out there somewhere, there’s this idea that the two of you are in a relationship.”

I bite the inside of my cheek and look down at my lap while Justin nods “Yeah, we’re aware,” he chuckles.

“Anything you want to clear up?” she digs a little deeper.

“Uh, I think, I think people can believe what they want, you know? I think there’s always going to be some kind of rumour or speculation that we don’t really look into, we just, you know, create music and do what we love and that’s all we really can do,” I say while feeling the tension rising between Justin and I.

“And, I mean, obviously there’s no truth to it but I also think it’s not hurting anyone, we aren’t bothered by what people say or think and we’re just happy to create music,” Justin smiles and nods towards the woman, to which Chelsea does the same.

“Everyone has something they believe,” I say and shrug, Justin grins.

“So, who’s single? You’re both single, right?” she asks, smiling at the two of us.

“Uh, yeah, both single and ready to mingle,” Justin smirks, raising his eyebrows at the camera. My smile falters as I twiddle my fingers.

“What do you look for in a girl, and a boy?”

“Uh, I like someone who’s fun, you know? A girl you feel you can talk to and know they’re there, but also someone who’s chill and can just relax and have a good time,” Justin says before his head snaps to my direction. “C'mon, [Y/N], spill the details.”

“I think someone who you can joke with, someone who’s not too serious at all times, you know, not building a wall all the time. Someone you feel you connect with.” I shrug, smiling bashfully.

“Well, that’s good to know,” Chelsea smiles and I see Justin grin.

“Are you trying to tell me something?” he asks, sending a wink in her direction. “I’m just kidding,” he laughs.

“Now, what can we expect from you guys next?”

I walk behind Justin and the crowd pushes up against us, flashing lights cause me to throw a hand in front of my face. Being pushed and shoved means I’m falling into bodies, but I don’t have time to apologise. I follow Justin’s footsteps until a bodyguard is pushing me towards a different car.

The paparazzi are shouting profanity and asking absurd questions, they mix with the screaming fans.

“You can’t go with him, different vehicles,” he mutters and changes my path. I see Justin looking behind him to find me, but he’s pulled into the car in front.

Once I’m in the car, the shouts are somewhat muffled and I feel as though I’m underwater, I take deep breaths to keep my breathing steady.

I can feel my phone vibrating in my pocket and I pull it out to see an incoming call from Justin. I answer immediately without having to think. The driver starts up the car.

“Hey,” he whispers softly. “Are you okay? You got taken to another car, right?”

“Uh, yeah, the one behind yours.”

“Oh, that’s good.”

“Is it?” I ask.

He sighs deeply and I can imagine the stress showing on his face. “No, of course not, I just mean- I didn’t like the idea of you still being out there.”

“I’m okay.”

“I’m sorry, I don’t like this either.”

“Don’t apologise, please. This is none of your fault. That’s the power of management for you, huh?” I say, running a hand through my hair, looking out of the window to see rain falling gently. Traffic lights look like stars through the blurred and tinted glass.

“When we get back to the hotel, we’ll talk, okay? Get it all off our chest.”

“Talking isn’t gonna do anything, Justin. Nothing can change the fact that I can’t tell the world that I love you and it’s hurting me.”

He’s quiet for a few seconds before I hear him let out a shaky breath. “I know. I love you so much.” There’s silence afterwards; I don’t know what to say. “I’ll see you soon, okay? I love you, princess,” he says and my heart aches in my chest.

“I love you, too, baby,” I say and pull the phone away from my ear. I see the photo of Justin and I that we took just last week on my background. I spend the rest of the drive staring out of the window.


“I can’t believe this, LOOK how in love they are!!”

“It’s heartbreaking to see what they’re having to hide from the public eye. It’s so obvious that they’re dating.”

“Look how jealous [Y/N] gets when Justin flirts with the interviewer, it’s actually painful to watch”

“the tension and awkward silence when they’re asked about the dating rumours makes me cringe so hard”

“This breaks my heart.”


“They all know. Have you seen all the comments?” I ask Justin as I pace the hotel room. Justin is sprawled across the bed. “It’s so obvious, it makes me cringe.”

“I know, I know,” he says, biting down on his bottom lip. I lick my own. “But what can we do? Ignore management and confess we’re dating just because everyone is convinced we are?”

“What’s the point in hiding it when everyone knows? People look into every interview, every picture, everything we say, and they’ve got it worked out, Justin.”

“I know-”

“And I’m sick of having to keep my distance from you and having to get permission from people to hug you when we’re at award shows, or having things cut from interviews because it might be too suggestive! I’m tired of it,” I snap, feeling my eyes watering. I bite my tongue to stop myself from letting out a choked sob.

“I know, [Y/N],” Justin says and quickly stands up, taking me in his arms. “We’ll take to management, yeah? Tomorrow.”

I shake my head. “They’re gonna tell us the same thing. Nothing’s gonna change, Justin.”

“Look at me,” he mumbles and I do as I’m told. “I think, even if we can’t show our love in public, we can be thankful that every night we get to be together. I’m so lucky to have you, even if it is just for the night.”

“It’s not fair-”

“Listen to me,” he says. His palms press against my cheeks, his fingers brushing my neck.

“A part of me thinks it’s fun, you know? Sneaking around can be fun, the idea of no one knowing, I’ll admit that. Other times, it’s just tiring, it’s like, sometimes I just want to hug you and kiss you when I want to.”



“I love you.”

“I love you too, but-”

“No ‘buts’-”

“You have a nice one,” I mutter, smirking when Justin presses his tongue against the inside of his cheek.

“Thank you,” he says, “but I want you to listen, okay?”


“You’re right, it isn’t fair. We shouldn’t have to hide, but I promise, one day the world is gonna know about you and me, and they’re going to support us because as you can see, the world is already backing us without even knowing what we have is truly real. We have so much support, [Y/N], and one day we can love each other without having to hide. I promise.”

I found comfort in Justin’s words and didn’t waste time in showing him. My lips pressed against his and his arms lifted my up. It wasn’t long before we were laid across the bed and painting our love with our bodies.

We Got Married: Again

We Got Married: Again
[Sometimes new opportunities were in the form of old lovers │Simon D]

Initially when your company had recommended you go on We Got Married you were wary. It sounded like way too much of an investment and commitment, but the more you thought about it you welcomed it. And your manager did quite the good job convincing you that this was good for your image.

Your whole image was going through a revamp. You recently left your old company and this was your big chance to debut as a solo singer. To give the industry a taste of who you really were and not the concept your previous company had assigned. That sharp tongue, tough girl was too much maintenance to keep up with. All of your moves, and words were almost too calculated and precise. And that just wasn’t who you were.

You loved your idol days but this was finally something you were doing for you.

And the idea of meeting someone that show producers thought were compatible was pretty exciting.

You sat anxiously as the producers and writers interviewed you for the show. “When was the last time you were in a relationship?”

Giggling you mulled it over. “It would have been about six years ago?”

“Really? You didn’t date at all?”

“There was never any time” you looked down. “We prompted a lot as a group and even after our dating ban, I focused on my solo career.”

“At what age do you want to get married?”

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“I‘d love you“

Request: “Could you do one where reader is in another band and is the singer or something like that“

(Y/N): I missed out on an episode of adventure time for this so you guys better like it. Thank you for submitting x 

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Originally posted by spookijosh

Being on tour is one of the greatest thing ever. You get to travel the world and do what you love with the people you love at the same time. Of course, it has its pros and cons but overall, it‘s something you could not be enough grateful for. On top of that, is the opportunity to somewhat give back to your fans, that have supported your band as a whole throughout all these years, through many ups and downs.

You wake up at early in the morning in the stronghold to watch the sunrise. This morning isn’t grey, but soothing lavender and brilliant amber. The colours merge into neon pink and peach. Catching a glimpse of your phone, you notice that it‘s way too early for you to get out of bed, so you choose to use the time to check your social medias. Immediately after opening the Twitter app, your vision gets bombard with thousands of notifications. However, almost all of them are hinting to one single tweet.

 ‘@tylerjoseph: @joshdun is seeing the love of his life live tonight. wish him luck‘

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The Topmodel AU I hadn’t realised I need

Kicking this AU Weekend (more infos here) off early because I’ll go on a trip later today and won’t be back until Saturday evening, so most of my posts will have to wait until Sunday&Monday (yes, I’m counting Easter Monday as part of the weekend, sue me). So let’s just talk about my Topmodel!AU headcanon for a sec, shall we? 

Not gonna lie, I came up with this ten minutes ago, so expect lots of incoherent rambling.

Alright, so. Tony is nineteen, just finished his master degree and determined to piss his father off as much as possible–a dangerous combination that ends with him signing up for the next topmodel casting instead of starting to work for SI like Howard wants. He didn’t really expect to make it through, he’s too short to be a model, damn it, and he really doesn’t appreciate Rhodey howling with laughter. But his father’s expression when he learns of it is so worth it.

And well, Tony is good with cameras, alright? He’s confident, knows how to put on a show, and suddenly those abilities aren’t just a necessity, they’re actually really helpful. He moves into a house with the other models (though having to give up his phone and being cut off from the internet is hell, seriously, how do regular people survive this?). 

He makes friends with some of the other models, a pretty redhead named Pepper who walks in heels like she was born to be on the catwalk, the sharp-tongued Maria who doesn’t appear to be interested by anything–she doesn’t even blink when they get to shoot a short clip with famous actor Steve Rogers, Tony is convinced she’s secretly a cyborg–and Clint who, by virtue of being the only boy, immediately becomes Tony’s new best friend.

The judges can be harsh in their critic, but their trainer Bruce is an absolute sweetheart. Also the first time Natasha Romanov compliments Tony on the expressiveness in his photo shot is a world-altering experience. 

Sometimes being locked into a house with so many people can be a bit much though. That’s when Tony sneaks into the kitchen at two AM, just to get some time for himself. Which is how he meets Bucky. Well, he doesn’t meet him that way, Bucky is a camera man on the crew after all, and he’s always around. But sharing a sandwich in the middle of the night is a different kind of knowing, okay?

There’s also the fact that Tony may or may not have a tiny little crush on the guy–Bucky is attractive and witty and has this super secret ability of stalking them all day with a camera and not making it weird, and also his abs, really, Tony’s never had a chance. So. There may be a bit of flirting involved in their midnight meets.

Which is not a problem, Tony flirts with everyone, it’s his thing. His bisexuality isn’t a secret either, in fact the fans are shipping ‘Clony’ very insistently. And though that’s just a terrible ship name–Tony tells the interviewer as much–he and Clint do like to play it up a little, just for fun. The problem is, Bucky isn’t shy about flirting back, and as it turns out, that’s something Tony’s brilliant brain can’t handle. 

What also turns into a bit of a problem is that Tony isn’t exactly subtle, no matter how hard he tries to hide his crush. There’s a lot of blushing and stuttering involved for one, and that’s just plain awkward. Tony doesn’t blush, alright, especially not when someone calls him cute. He’s not cute. He’s hot. He’s handsome. But not cute. And the way Bucky smiles and nods at him indulgently isn’t fair at all.

Then, there’s the week eight incident. The sexy shoot. Yeah. Let’s just not talk about that. [Everyone is talking about it. Clint and Pepper refuse to shut up about it. And Tony knows he did well, that his photo was the best of that week, but it’s still embarrassing because he knows he was throwing that smoldering look straight at Bucky–and who had placed him behind their photographer, damn it–and it’s just weird.]

Maria leaves them at the end of week nine and Tony resolutely refuses to cry. It’s part of the show, he’s known that from the start, and it’s not like he’ll never see her again. Which is what he very insistently tells Bucky who just as insistently convinces Tony to drink the hot comfort chocolate he’s smuggled in from Starbucks.

“I can’t do this,” Tony tells him, stares sadly into his half-empty cup. “I’m not supposed to be a model, I can’t be a model, what am I even doing here?”

“Tony,“ Bucky interrupts the beginnings of his panic attack, voice serious. “I’ve seen you out there, you love being a model. You love being on that stage, you own it. Look, take it from someone who’s been filming at this show for three seasons, you’ve got talent. You’re improving every week. And it’s true that that’s not the only thing it takes, model business is tough. Not everyone can handle that, but I don’t have any doubts that you could.”

“You think so?” Tony asks and hates how hopeful he sounds. Because this was supposed to be joke, a way to annoy his father, he wasn’t supposed to care about this.

“I do,” Bucky nods, then smirks. “You’ve got the ‘bitch please’ attitude down already too.” To which Tony sniffs derisively. Somehow the night ends with both of them laughing, and when Tony returns to his room, Clint sends him a knowing look.


“You know what.”

“No I don’t.”

“Yes you really do.”

“Fuck you.”

“Love you too.”

“You’re in love with him, aren’t you?” Rhodey asks two minutes after his arrival. Tony is too overwhelmed by his surprise visit to even bother denying it. 

“Oh, Tony,” Rhodey sighs, pulls him into a hug, and Tony melts. He’s missed this, missed it so much. Clint is a great guy, but he refuses to cuddle Tony the way Rhodey does. To be fair, nobody cuddles Tony like Rhodey does but that shouldn’t stop his friends from trying. “Now, tell me about that almost-porno-photo shooting I keep hearing so much about.”

Tony squeaks in mortification.

Clint leaves them at the end of that week, and this time Tony does cry. He’d deny it but the bastard took pictures. Actually, who are we kidding, he still denies it.

Paradoxically, with the house becoming more and more empty, Tony ends up spending more and more time with Bucky. It felt crowded and overwhelming in the beginning, but now the silence is bothering him. He’s already dreading going back to his tiny little flat or worse, his parents’ mansion.

By now Tony’s crush on Bucky is common knowledge, basically. Pepper keeps making not at all subtle comments, the rest of the filming crew constantly hang around in hopes of catching the first kiss, there are jokes and knowing smirks–and Tony is getting sick of it all.

He gets it, alright? Bucky has shown no interest in him–isn’t even allowed to have interest in him–and really the man can’t be that obvious. Clearly is kindly sparing Tony the embarrassment of being rejected in front of an audience. Tony appreciates that. And he’s trying hard not to make things awkward, but he can’t help his feelings, so if everyone else could just cut it out, he’d really appreciate it.

In the end, Tony makes it into the top five. He’s got talent, Natasha and Fury of all people assure him off that, but he’s also had a bad week and his picture just wasn’t as good as those of the other participants. So, Tony packs his bags, says goodbye to everyone, resists the urge to kiss Bucky just for the fuck of it, and flies back home. He doesn’t cry. He’s too numb.

Not until he’s in the privacy of his own home at least, where the stress, the excitement, the weight of those last few incredible weeks finally catches up with him. It seems like such a waste suddenly, such an embarrassment, and god, he’s a failure, he’s never going to leave his apartment ever again.

He does. Rhodey makes sure of it. Makes sure to remind him that this is not in fact the end of the world because Rhodey is sadly a very rational person who’s far too used to Tony’s dramatics.

“You’re not gonna give up on something you want, Tony,” Rhodey tells him one night. “It’s not your style.”

He turns out to be right.

Tony doesn’t want to work for SI, not right now at least. Because he genuinely liked modelling, and he doesn’t- he wants to give this a shot. He’s young, he’s got lots of time to argue with boring, old board members later. He starts looking for shootings instead, takes a job here and there. Looks up a couple of offers he gets because of his surprising popularity on the show too. (He honestly didn’t expect so many people to follow him on Instagram, what the hell?)

By the time the live finals roll around, Tony is excited again. Excited to see the other models one last time, excited to walk on that stage one last time, just excited. There are a lot of hugs and tears at their reunion, lots of things to catch up on.

When Tony walks down the catwalk on the night of the finals, with all the other models who’ve been part of the show, he wears a beautiful, glittering, evening gown, murderously high heels and the worlds most brilliant smile–because Tony Stark never does things half-way. (Tony Stark never passes up an opportunity to give Howard an aneurysm.)

He asks Bucky out that night. Bucky gapes at him, blurts out, “Don’t you already have a boyfriend? That Rhodey guy?”, causes everyone in their vincity to groan in annoyance and disbelief.

“Seriously?” Pepper glares–and wow, that’s a terrifying sight. “I’ve watched the two of you pining after each other for three months, if you don’t kiss and make up right now I’m gonna stab you with my heels!”

And that is the story of how Clint got to twitter a picture of Tony’s and Bucky’s first kiss, hashtagged #IdbeheartbrokenifIdidntshipit #Sorryclonyfans. 

Andrew continues to surprise everyone (Andrew and Kids Part Three)


Four more autumns have passed since Andrew first visited Molly in the children’s hospital - three since he received the news of her passing. It had hit him harder than he expected it would, especially since the US Court had been away in Japan at the time and he hadn’t been able to say goodbye in person. He’d visited her as often as he could when she was readmitted shortly before her ninth birthday, and hadn’t been able to let Neil touch him for a week after they’d been told she wouldn’t be making it out of the hospital again. 

When she died, Neil had held him in his arms the entire night and stroked his hair with hands gentler than their extensive scarring would suggest. Those same hands had tapped a steady rhythm on his shoulder while a quiet voice murmured soothing words in his ear. Andrew had sorted through his memories - highlights included sneaking chocolate ice cream into Molly’s ward and watching her face light up, and more somber scenes included the young girl crying into Andrew’s shoulder after a particularly harsh week of chemotherapy - and come morning, they never spoke of it again. 

He’d thought it might put him off the idea of having a child of his own - of having someone else he could lose - but instead he feels more resolved than ever. He has spent the years researching, keeping his ear to the ground while busy with his career, but he’s winding down now that he’s in his thirties. He knows Neil will play until it is physically impossible for him to lift a racquet, but Andrew feels no such obligation to the sport. He had realised years ago that Exy was not the only thing binding him and Neil together, and thus feels no fear when he thinks of leaving their shared teams.

One night, he tells Neil this while informing him that he’s thinking of applying to coach a local youth team. Anyone else would laugh in his face, but Neil only smiles softly, tracing Andrew’s collarbone with his fingers.

“Whatever makes you happy,” he says.

Many years ago, Andrew might have scoffed at that, but now he only nods slowly before tilting his head to brush his lips against Neil’s hand, which stills against his shoulder. It will always be littered with scars, just like the rest of him - a constant reminder of what he went through to get here - but Andrew thinks he’s beautiful. 

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*BTS REACTION: Your Hands Being Shaky at a Fan Meeting*

It isn’t often that BTS comes to your area, if they do it’s for concerts. So when you heard of the fan signing you just had to go, no matter what. However, the excitement of getting your ‘Wings’ album signed didn’t out weigh your anxiety in the slightest. You can’t stop how badly your hands are shaking as you hand over the album to the first BTS member seated…

Y O O N G I:

He sees the way you keep your Wings album close to your chest as you maneuver through the crowd to take your seat before the signing starts. He also notices that you always seem to say sorry and excuse me with your head down. He keeps an eye on you from then on. As someone who has social anxiety it’s really easy for him to figure out when other people do. He’s worried for you, it’s overwhelming being on stage but being in a crowd can be just as bad. When you hand him the album with shaking hands he knows that its too much for you to handle. But you have an adoring smile on your face that tells him, ‘For you it’s worth it.’

You shift on one foot, “I’m Y/N. The career I’m studying for also…also involves being a public figure and talking to thousands of people. Journalism is what I want to do, writing and hearing people’s stories is something I enjoy. Though on most days I doubt myself on…on whe…on whether I will really be able to do it. But ever since the release of your mixtape, you’ve been a big inspiration for me. So…um…Tha..Thank you.” You finish off without looking at him in the eyes once.

Yoongi takes your album from you, and has to fight himself to not smile at your words or the way your ears turn red from embarrassment. It doesn’t bother you that he says nothing back to you, you just wanted to express to him that his song ‘The Last’ helps a lot of people. The fact that he listened to you is enough.

He gives you back your album and you quickly move on to the next member. It isn’t until you get home that you see the messages they left along with their autographs:

(ノ^ヮ^)ノ*:・゚✧ I’ll be looking out for you, Y/N!


Make sure you take care of yourself while you study hard!


College can be difficult but always remember it will bring you one step closer to your dreams.

-Rap Monster

Don’t forget to have fun during your college days too! (;´Д`)


Remember us when you are successful!


(*•̀ᴗ•́*)و ̑̑ Take dance breaks and smile often!


Genius Yoongi believes in you, Y/N. Don’t let me down.


They’ve returned to your area twice since that day, both times for a concert. So he wouldn’t have be able to see you if you did go. He doubts you went. He concludes that you wouldn’t have been able to afford tickets as you implied you were still a college student. Even though it’s been three years you cross Yoongi’s mind often, he hopes that you are still a fan of theirs. He hopes that he’s still a guiding light for you in your dark moments.

His thoughts are interrupted when he sees a twitter notification on his phone. He groans when he’s reminded that he does have to get up some time soon.

Even they don’t know who they are being interviewed by. According to their manager the company is known for having very likeable reporters, to the point that they even have fans.

BTS first heard about the company from Jackson. GOT7 did an interview and the Chinese member gushed to BTS’s leader about how cool the reporter was over the phone. Namjoon had put Jackson on speaker so that all the members could get an idea of what to expect.

“If a question seemed like it was too personal for their liking they made sure to let us know we didn’t have to answer it if we didn’t want to. It’s obvious they’re a fan of ours. But they didn’t talk to us like a reporter or a fan, they talked to us as if we were friends they were making conversation with.”

“Jaebum is usually pretty tense during interviews. He’s always afraid we are going to say something that will make us look bad, but they made sure we said what we meant by asking us to clarify. He was the most relaxed I have ever seen during an interview. They even got him to do aegyo! Not what he passes off as aegyo but ACTUAL aegyo!“

“Yugyeom blushed so hard when they introduced him as ‘Hit the Stage’ instead of GOT7’s maknae. They did ‘Hip Hop’ together, at the same time. I swear it wasn’t scripted!”

“They almost got in a fight with Youngjae over who’s Maltese was cuter. By the time the fight was over they had already arranged three play dates for their dogs.”

“Jinyoung high-fived them when they threw shade at Bambam. He smiled when they told him that his Vlives are enjoyable and not at all boring.”

“Mark laughed forever when they made a really lame pun. From then on they took EVERY SINGLE opportunity to make one.”

“Bambam hugged them when they dabbed with him. Like you don’t understand, he literally picked them up and yelled dabmate.”

“We had a whole conversation about how amazing Kendrick Lamar is. Which led to us squealing over how good Jooheon is as a rapper.“

Jackson’s recounting of GOT7’s interview causes BTS to look forward to theirs.

“Too bad we won’t be able to see it yet. Our manager requested for International Music Feed to not release it until after our next album is released, for promotion of course. IMF does a good job on keeping it mysterious when they want to. I can tell you about what happened during the interview but I can’t legally tell you the reporter’s name. It’s almost as if they are the mysterious guest instead of us! I can only tell you that they are going to be your interviewer too.” The GOT7 member laughed.

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Yoongi and the rest of BTS are heading to the studio where their interview is being held. They walk into the room and there you are with a big smile, ready to greet them.

You are standing straight with confidence and your hand is perfectly still when you reach out to Namjoon for a handshake. “Hello. I am your interviewer today, L/N Y/N,” you say in fluent Korean so that all the members can understand you.

They should have expected it. International Music Feed is made for international fans so their reporters have to be fluent in Korean for them to be able to talk to all KPOP idols equally, which according to Jackson, you did talk to all of them. But they didn’t, they thought it would be similar to the BBMAs where Namjoon answered all the questions and the rest stood awkwardly behind, frustrated that they couldn’t understand anything.

When you extend your hand to Suga you look at him straight in the eyes. He is captivated by the color of them. He didn’t get a good look at them the last time you met. “I remember you,” he says with a bit of a smirk and interest in his eyes

He wants to know your story.

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anonymous asked:

could i request daniel as ~that handsome and super smart senior~ that everyone is in love with, but he begins taking interest in the main char?? keke thank u!

this took ages but it’s finally here

Word Count: 2k (lol)

Rating: G except for language

A/N: this was a lot longer than it should’ve been

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I’ve seen several people discuss how they felt Eurus was inconsistent as a character and the show fails to truly explain what she is up to in TLD. Here I will give a break down of Eurus, her motives in TLD and TFP, as well as how she fits within the larger theme of the show. For this meta, I am going entirely by the show and what we are told in it. I am not including what the writers have said in commentary or in interviews; instead I am trying to reason her character by what is shown to us in the aired episodes, with the assumption that we–as the audience– are to believe that she existed this entire time and therefore had a hand in what has happened not just in s4, but throughout the show. 

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Imagine having to hide your relationship with Sonny while working a case with you brother, Danny

(A/N: All I can say is I’m sorry for being such a crappy blogger. I hope you enjoy this. I’m really sorry) 

Imagine having to hide your relationship with Sonny while working a case with you brother, Danny

“See you both in 30,” Danny said before jogging out the squad-room.

“Seeya,” You called after him as you sat at your desk.

You watched him until he turned the corner and was out of site and then you turned back to look at Sonny, who was sitting at the desk in front of yours, facing you. You caught the final seconds of him lowering his head. He had been watching you but obviously, he didn’t want you to know that. You sighed as you watched him for a few seconds, pretending to be busy.

“Are you mad?” You asked.

“Nope,” Sonny said quickly, not looking up at you.

“You totally are,” You contradicted, “Sonny!”

“I’m not mad,” He said once again but took a breath as he was about to say something else.

“Don’t say it,” You warned, recognizing his tone almost immediately.

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@heythatsdeep continues to be an amazing person, fantastic artist, and hilarious writer. Here is the sequel to you know what. Again, many of the lines come from the original comic along with my additions.

Did the Duck Come Before the Egg…Continued

It was pleasant to sleep in every once in a while.

Donald didn’t get to do that often. An early riser was required when you were raised on a farm. It the Navy, sleeping in didn’t exist; not as a phrase or a concept. It was the prerequisite of raising children.

Simply put, Donald Duck didn’t sleep in.

But this morning, he did.

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anonymous asked:

Would you do a blurb/scenario? Writer Y/N meets Harry at a party and she works with press for some rock band he likes and he is sooo impressed by how smart and fierce she is. So they end up going back to the same hotel and *insert smut*

This ones long AF, and as such I decided to turn it into an actual oneshot. I’m quite proud of how it turned out.  Enjoy. ;)

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waking up the wolf inside (5/5)

[part 1] [part 2] [part 3] [part 4]


Stiles doesn’t cry until he’s in the airplane and the couple sitting next to him start to kiss. He shouldn’t regret ending things, shouldn’t feel guilty about the way it turned out. It’s not like he went there to fuck Derek’s life, he didn’t even think that was a possibility.

He likes Derek, that much is clear. He wouldn’t be freaking out the flight attendant with his sobs if he didn’t, but what he doesn’t understand is how this happened. He’s had longer relationships that didn’t leave him this heart-broken.

He groans, shaking his head. It’s over, he tells himself. He made the right choice. There’s no going back, just moving forward. And he will. As soon as he gets home he’s publishing this stupid article and going to the nearest bar to get drunk and then he will never think about Derek again.

He opens his laptop and starts rewriting the article. Stiles won’t let Derek make him feel like an asshole, this will be the best article-slash-interview ever published and Derek won’t even read it because he’s living in fucking Alaska with his freakishly cute wolves. But everyone else will, and they will love it.

Lydia yells a lot when he gets home, there’s some stuff about deadlines in between, but mostly it’s Lydia showing she cares about him in her own weird way. His dad also yells but when he realizes Stiles have bags under his eyes he shoves a beer in Stiles’ hand and makes him watch CSI reruns for hours.

The article is published one week later and it’s a hit, just like Stiles predicted and Lydia wanted. They added a few pictures Stiles took of Derek taking care of the pups and when Stiles checks it out on the website, he can’t help but smile. That’s where Derek belongs, in the wild taking care of his wolves.

And this is where Stiles belongs – writing articles about mundane things, stalking famous people and begging for interviews, playing video-games and sometimes babysitting Scott’s kid. It’s not exciting and wild but it’s his life and even though it hurts now, Stiles knows he’s made the right decision.

And so he keeps telling himself.

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rigormortisbutt  asked:

OK SO I really need a fic told from the point of view of one of Will's students, and they're just really annoyed that their classes keep getting cancelled and rearranged and they signed up for this class because Will is a genuinely good teacher but they're getting almost zero time with him what the hell.

I will file this away in the idea bin, but for now, how about I offer you a little something from the “abandoned fic ideas” pile?  Way back when a bunch of folks were doing the Tale of Two Murder Husbands collaborative thing, I was going to do a ficlet from the perspective of Will’s former TA.  I got started on it late because I was originally going to do a different character and then let someone else have that character, so in the end I couldn’t pull my fic together in time, and I ended up not finishing/posting it.  

But I still have the draft of what I got done!  And it does touch on Will, The Very Good Yet Never Around FBI Teacher.  So it might at least help scratch your itch.

Draft half-fic below the cut, in the form of a transcript from an interview with Will’s former TA.

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A quick flashfic in the Forever Is Composed of Nows ‘verse, specifically for Nate/Penny (aka BookQueen). This is the one sequel that both @so-caffeinated and I will be writing together like we did with FICoN and early parts of POA. It’s still a ways off, but along with the rest of the FICoN ‘verse, these two are never far from our thoughts…

*This is unbetaed and will likely get edits for the final story.*

(You can read a peek at what their [smutty] future is like here.)

This is how they meet… 

June 2051 

There is very little that Nate Queen dislikes more than inefficiency.

Chit-chat around water coolers and meandering lunch breaks spent talking about weekend plans is a waste of company time that’s not a whole lot better than stealing, in Nate’s opinion. At work, you have a job to do. You have a purpose and that purpose is not to gush over the newest reboot to hit theaters or talk about the exploits of some celebrity billionaire that got splashed across the gossip blogs.

Okay, that last one might be taking things a bit personally, but his point stands.

The fact that so few people seem to share Nate’s devotion and work ethic is both frustrating and a problem. For the life of him, he cannot seem to find an assistant who can live up to his standards. The job is not, in spite of assumptions, one that runs nine-to-five. The work day ends when the work is completed and not a moment before. Nate holds himself to that standard and he surely holds his assistants to it.

Which is why he’s burned through three of them so far this year and is currently relying on a temp agency while he searches for someone who actually wants to be a professional instead of goofing off half of the time.

His last assistant had been on Twitter while she was working. Ignoring the fact that no one even uses Twitter these days, what could be the possible justification for that?

No one in Human Resources had been surprised in the least when he’d informed them that he was going to need them to vet some new candidates for him, but they’d definitely been annoyed. This time, he tells himself, this time he’ll make sure he gets someone right for the job. This time, he’s going to find a good, dedicated, long-term assistant that doesn’t leave him back in the H.R. department before the end of summer. For one thing, having to spend time interviewing someone so routinely is terribly inefficient. And, honestly, counterproductive.

Knowing him as they do, H.R. has had trouble getting anyone past the first round of interviews. Nate has become somewhat notorious for his exacting standards and he suspects the hiring manager is pulling no punches in describing exactly what working for him is like. He’s not an easy boss, but he demands no more of others than he’s willing to give himself. While he might not be easy to work for, he is fair.

But, there’s something of a deviation from normal procedure today. That alone would be enough to make Nate a little unsettled - he likes routine; procedures are there for a reason - but the reason for it also just rubs him the wrong way.

It had started, of all things, with a call from his brother.

Hey, so… no pressure here, but I need to ask you for a favor.”

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Something Familiar (Something New Epilouge) - Julie

AN: This is some sort of epilouge which I wrote for my fic Something New. You’ll have to read it first, otherwise this probably won’t make sense.

I thought I was done with this story but some people (2) asked for more set in this universe and I just had a rush of inspiration. This is set three years after Something New and it’s kinda centered around Katya crying?

Come say Hi to me over at my blog @Trixyaas

Thanks for reading! - Julie

(also i included the couch for that one anon)

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The Rockabilly Teen Wolf AU I’m Not Actually Writing

It started innocently enough. Scott saw a flyer on the coffee shop bulletin board for a classic car show that weekend and suggested it to Stiles, who was always looking for new things to take pictures of. His Instagram following was getting pretty decent now, if he did say so himself. He liked to keep them happy.

It turned out to be more of a rockabilly event that the car show was just part of, and Scott, of course, managed to find the booth of a tattoo artist, because he had a problem, in Stiles’ opinion, though at least this artist seemed good, so maybe Scott’s next tattoo wouldn’t be quite so stupid. (Stiles had learned that voicing his opinions of Scott’s tattoos just got him sad eyes and pouting, but he still judged. Silently. Well, mostly silently.) Anyway, Tattoo-Guy-with-the-Curly-Hair then told Scott that the car restorer in the other half of his building was looking for an office manager, “so he doesn’t have to deal with the public anymore, and believe me, you’d be doing us all a favor,” and Scott applied as soon as they got home.

Stiles probably should have been paying more attention, but in his defense, he had no idea that Scott being tired of bartending was going to end up changing his life, too.

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Rap Daddy (Part 4)

Episode 4: Rap Doll

As the cameras began filming it could be seen that the two person couch was back. “Hello” Namjoon greeted before sitting down on the couch taking off his hat to readjust his hair before slipping the hat back on

“Thank you for joining us as our fourth and final Rap Daddy. Kim Namjoon, stage name Rap Monster. Working your way from the underground rap scene to leader of an idol group. Working with many other artist in the industry and furthering your involvement in music.”

Various clips of Namjoon on stage were played. His many accomplishments on display for everyone to see. “Before agreeing to be on this show you had announced that you were thinking of taking a hiatus but someone changed your mind.”

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