i had to leave out two

anonymous asked:

Lena mentioned the DEO when she was talking to Winn. When did she find out about it?

So I’m going to be honest, I spent too much time fangirling over the 35 seconds of screentime my adorable genius brotp had to even notice at first but yeah… this was a thing!

To me, other than Lena just finding out on her own somehow there are two more obvious ideas of how she knows about the DEO.

First idea: Upon his arrival, Winn explains that he is with the DEO and had been sent to assist Lena in building the device. When Lena said that, he didn’t look surprised so either this or the next idea would make sense.

Second idea: Lillian told her. I think this is the more likely of the two because consider this: They had to get a hold of Superman and Supergirl. Lena did not contact them herself. When leaving Catco it was actually Clark that said: “You’re never gonna guess who wants to see us.” Clark knows Kara and Lena are friends so if it were clear Lena was asking, it wouldn’t have been a surprise to him and Kara wouldn’t have looked shock when looking at the phone.

And during their exchange on Lena’s balcony Kara says:

They were clearly addressing Lillian in both situations as neither of them have harsh or antagonistic views of Lena. Lillian would not have a way to get in direct contact with Superman, so chances are, she contacted the DEO, Superman was notified that Lillian Luthor wished to meet with him and Supergirl. We have to recall that she did just show up at the bar last week as if she knew everything that was going on.

Lillian knows Kara is Supergirl most likely because of either Hank or Jeremiah. It could be reasonably concluded that she knows about the DEO for the same exact reason. Know your enemy, right?

Back at the DEO, Alex asks what Lillian wanted, so everyone there knew that Lillian reached out before Supergirl and Superman explain the back up plan. Not just Lena.

Reasons behind them being contacted? It was probably Lena that insisted they get in contact with the Supers, because why would Lillian seek permission/approval as opposed to just proceeding? She needed Lena and that could have been one of Lena’s stipulations. She did not feel comfortable proceeding without letting them know what she could do.

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Remember when I posted about seeing Earthlings, then about wanting to rescue guinea pigs before they get euthanized. Probably not..but hey, it happened, I built a mini sanctuary and here are my first two boys!
I post all about this on: @shellyandthepigs
Say hello to Blixa Bargeld and David Bowie, my first rescue gunieas from RSCPA who had found them abandoned in a box.
They’re guessing about 18months old :)

Looking forward to making them two happy and comfortable boys that wants to come out and run in the garden. Thought I’d leave them in the carrier and let them choose themselves when they want to come out ❤️

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So last night I had a dream I was Jeonghan stuck in a continual time loop where we (Seventeen) were at a water park and three bombs went off, and everyone only had minor injuries except for Coups who kept rushing in to help Vernon and Seungkwan get out and got thrown down two stories of a water slide and hurt his head and his spine after the last explosion. I kept trying to convince him they didn’t need help, that he should leave first, that it would be worse for him to go in than to just leave him, but he continually kept going after them and getting hurt and trapping us in the time loop. So… I guess my heart is warm that Coups wouldn’t ever desert his members, but in the dream I was really annoyed since I knew if he didn’t go, the two would be safe and no one would be hurt at all but he could never just leave them.

Poor Yurio can’t catch a break, even over long distance video calls (Viktor you act oblivious but we all know otherwise)

The suck button.

My band’s drummer, John, is also a sound guy; for several years before we hooked up musically, he had been doing sound for other bands I was in, as well as for touring acts I booked shows for. He’s very good at what he does, and has a pretty massive rig. Anyway, he’s the nicest guy in the world at band practice, at Burger King, or at a gig we’re playing, but when he’s running sound for other bands, he can be pretty crabby. Very little patience for bands who start late or end late. Even less patience for bands who take an encore when they’re the second band playing out of five. Very little patience for singers who ask for more vocals in the monitor while cupping the microphone ball in both hands (feedback, anyone?) In general, just an altogether grouchy sound man. For example, he ran sound once for this seven- or eight piece ska band. One of the trombone players said he needed two mics: one for his horn and one for his backup vocals. Normally at this venue (a 120-seater), John didn’t bother to mic horns at all. Rolling his eyes, John put up a Shure Beta 58 and some AKG condenser mic. “This Shure is for your vocals, and this AKG is for your horn, OK?” he said. “Don’t blow your horn into the vocal mic, because your horn is about 30db louder than your voice and I’m going to have everything mixed properly.” Horn player nods his head. During the second song of the set, apparently this trombonist was set to get a solo. Right before his solo starts, he grabs both mics and pushes them close together, so that the capsules are actually touching. He then blows this fortissimo opening note into BOTH mics. I was sitting at a table in back, by the sound board, at the time. John’s limiters caught most of it, and I STILL had ringing in my ears for two days. At the end of the song, John mutes both of the guy’s mics (and leaves them mute), and basically threatens to ream out the guy’s plumbing with his own horn if he ever pulls that shit again. John does this through his talkback mic, which is clearly audible over the monitors. The crowd bursts into laughter, and the horn player goes bright red in the face.

At any rate, for years I had heard John threaten bands with the “suck button.” Bands who were taking too long to set up, or whose members repeatedly refused to follow reasonable directions (please keep that vocal mic away from the monitors!), would be threatened. “Pull that shit again, and I’m gonna hit the suck button on you guys!” I took it to mean that he would intentionally make them sound bad, but he never followed through on the threat, so I took it as a vague general warning.

So anyway, a little while back he’s running sound on a four band show. The second band, a Matchbox 20/Train kind of band, has him running 20 minutes behind before they even play a note because their lead guitarist was late. Their allotted set time is 40 minutes, but their last song runs over and by the time it’s done, they’ve played for almost 45 minutes. John says quietly over the talkback mic, “Hey guys, you’re done.” The lead singer says loudly over the vocal mic “Sound man says we gotta get off the stage. We got one more song for you!” as they kick into another soupy jangle-rock tune. John shakes his head at me. Then, the most amazing thing happened. After their “encore,” this band kicks straight into ANOTHER song without announcing it, apparently in the hope that John wouldn’t notice it was a different song.

John leans over to me to be heard over the PA and asks, “Hey, wanna see the suck button?” “Sure,” I replied. I figured he was going to muck with the levels or just turn them off or something. Instead, he reaches to one of his racks and starts scrolling through patches on his trusty DigiTech unit. Sure enough, he gets to a patch titled SUCK BUTTON. He engages it, and all hell breaks loose onstage. The lead singer and the lead guitarist (who was singing backup), immediately start to sing WAY off key. They try to get back in tune, fail, trail off in mid-line, try again, and start glaring at each other. The guitarist is so distracted by this that he starts muffing the chord progression. If not for the drummer, I think the whole song would have derailed. For the entire four minute duration of the song, I was treated to this asshole band sounding like crap and getting madder and madder at each other. John explained the patch to me; basically it pitch shifts all tracks from the vocal submix up one step, BUT ONLY IN THE MONITORS. So the audience, out in front of the mains, was treated to the sound of two guys trying to get in tune, only to be utterly confused. If they got it sounding right in the monitors, they could tell that something was grossly wrong in the mains. And each of the singers thought it was the other guy who was singing out of tune. I just about died laughing.

No, Wait, You Got it All Wrong

You know what there’s not enough of? Canon compliant future fic where Stiles is a cop and he runs into Derek again. What’s that you say? There’s a ton of that?? Yes, true, but NOT ENOUGH.

“…. so then he says, ‘No, Officer, I swear to God this is the first time I’ve ever smoked up! I’ve never been in trouble with the law in my life! And I say, Billy, my man, you’ve been in trouble with me personally twice this month.” Stiles snorts at the memory. “Kid was so fucking high.”

Amanda must be halfway past tipsy, because she laughs uproariously into her beer at the mediocre punchline.

Stiles smiles. He’s satisfied with her reaction, with the warm murmur of the bar, with the buzz he’s got going… with just about everything, actually. After tonight, he’s looking at two full days off before he’s back on the beat, and the night’s still young. He leans back in his chair and takes a pull of his beer, savoring it.

Amanda glances towards the bar, probably considering a fourth round, and then visibly perks up as something near the front catches her eye.

“Oooh, Stiles,” she croons. “Look over at the door, like, just glance over.” She’s adjusted her gaze down at the table now, faking casual disinterest. Badly.

Stiles raises his eyebrows at her.

“This dude just walked in, he’s so your type,” she hisses. “C’mon, look! I’m telling you, six feet two inches of ‘yes, please, give it to me’ muscles, with some salt-and-pepper scruff icing. Unff.”

“Eh,” Stiles says, tipping his weight forward to hunch over the table. It’s not that he isn’t interested, exactly, but this is a cop bar and he doesn’t want to shit where he eats. Metaphorically.

“No, really,” Amanda insists. “He's… oh my God, he’s looking over here. He’s looking at you. Oh my God, Stiles, he’s coming over here!”

“No, he isn’t,” Stiles scoffs. He’s filled out a bit from high school and he’s finally competent at styling his hair, but he’s not that hot. Only Amanda’s sitting straight like a rod, eyes fixed on a point behind him that’s about where a six foot two man’s eyes would be.

“Stiles?”

He turns then, shooting to his feet before his brain’s quite caught up, because that voice is familiar like the back of his own hand.

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Justice League is a movie I’ve been waiting for for my entire life so let me make one thing abundantly clear: it literally doesn’t fucking matter right now.

If you are glad Zack had to leave, if you are glad Whedon (who two weeks ago celebrated his own mother being dead) is taking over, if you are glad the movie is delayed, if you give a shit about a movie right now when a man who receives nothing but unjustified hate on a near constant basis has had to stop working out of intense emotional grief, you are literal fucking garbage.

I have already read multiple comments saying they’re glad his daughter is dead. I’ve read people insult him because this is “the first they’re hearing of it” so they don’t believe him. And everybody’s probably read people just celebrating the shift in general by now.

 I don’t subscribe to the idea that the internet is the worst of the worst, there are clearly worse people in the ‘real world’, but it’s really fucking hard to keep that belief when I see people celebrating a human being losing a fight that myself and millions of people have fought. It’s fucking disgusting.

After Hours [m]

pairing: reader x Yoongi

Genre: tattoed!yoongi, rapper!tyoongi, angst? fluff? smut, idk how to label this haha

word count: 16,212

warnings: graphic sexual content, alcohol, language

a/n: this is loosely based of Nick and Norah’s Infinite Playlist. i am v nervous about this as it isn’t the usual angst fueled plot I normally write. so if it’s crap, please be kind haha. i’m tagging the lovely @dimplecoups​ because i know you’ve been waiting for this. and @2seoke for always being the best babe.

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You looked in the mirror, making sure your face mask was properly in place. If you were going to look like a serial killer for the next 20 minutes, you at least wanted to look the part. Your bed was calling your name as you walked over to the soft mattress, choosing to ignore the missed calls and text messages from your best friend. This was the first Saturday night you had to yourself in months. No work. No brother. No best friend. You were free to do whatever you wanted.

Or at least that’s what you had originally intended. But as the door to your bedroom crashed open you soon realized that the night had other plans for you.

“Why haven’t you answered my calls?” your best friend Irene squealed as she plopped down at the foot of your bed. “It’s Saturday night and I know you don’t have to work tomorrow!”

You gave her a look. Well, you tried to give her a look to the best of your ability as the motions of your face was restricted by the sheet mask on top of it. “There’s a reason why I didn’t answer your calls. And just because my idiot brother gave you a key to our apartment doesn’t mean you can just waltz in here any time you want.”

Irene rolled her eyes, blowing a large bubble from the gum she was constantly chewing. She was clearly not amused at your disinterest on leaving your apartment tonight. You reached forward, popping it with your pointer finger. “You’re no fun, Y/N” she whined, collecting the gum back into her mouth.

“I can’t have fun when I’m always too busy taking care of you.” you quipped, reminding her of the last time the two of you went out. “I had to beg that cop not to give you a ticket for being drunk in public. Why aren’t you bothering my brother? I’m sure he would love to see you.”

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Prints

Summary: You and Sam leave your mark on the Impala.

Word Count: 2300

Warning: Smut, dom!Sam, dirty talk

A/N: Just something that happened. Enjoy! XOXO

“Is that a foot? Is there a footprint on the window?” Dean glares at the window through the rearview mirror, and you shift a little in the backseat to avoid his gaze.

It’s foggy and damp out, exactly the kind of weather that makes the windows fog up no matter what you do, and the three of you are piled in, ready for your next adventure.

Except there’s a footprint on Dean’s precious car.

And you know exactly where it came from.

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My Introduction into the LGBTA+ Community

This came to me while in the shower. I nearly forgot about it but now I can’t forget it and I think it’s important.


Back when I was a small eighth grader, my Christian school asked me to go to a local fair and hold a book reading for kids. I was super excited and said yes right away. I got there, read a book or two, then I had a half hour break. I walked around and saw a sign that said ‘ART!!! X% OF PROCEEDS GO TO CHARITIES TO HELP LGBTA+ MINORS!!“. I don’t remember the exact percentage, but I remember thinking "Art??? I love art!!”

I walked over to the tent where there were two people. One girl with dark purple hair, and another 'girl’ (in quotes for a reason) who had a shaved head. They were in highschool and I was terrified… They were the big kids at a PUBLIC SCHOOL!!! I asked them what lgbta+ meant because I wanted to know where my money was going.

They said “Lesbians, gays, bisexuals, transexuals, ace/aro, and others!” And I’m like??? There’s more than just gay??

They laughed and said yes, asked me my orientation (straight then) and introduced themselves. (I’ll use their traits as names) Purple was a girl, and pansexual, which she explained meant she could love anyone no matter what. (Anyone? I asked. Yep! She said smiling. I just care if you’re kind). She has a girlfriend who was a lesbian.

Artist (the persons who art was being sold) was nonbinary and bisexual. They explained what they meant, and how bi was different from pan. But I was confused about nombinary. I told them I didn’t understand how you could be nothing! They smiled softly and told me this.

“It’s okay if you don’t understand! It can be confusing. All the matters is that you’ll treat me like everyone else.”

We talked until I had to go back, but on all my breaks I went back to them. I told them how my mom was at my stand and wouldn’t be happy if she knew I was there. They told me about highschool and art and lgbta+. I ended up buying two pieces from her. One I’m not a huge fan of bc I grew out of the style but the other I still have hanging up after almost five years.

At some point, I had to leave. They hugged me, wished me luck in life, and we parted ways.

I was packing up when I saw a huge floppy sunhat come into my tent. It was Purple and Artist, who got a huge hat so my mom wouldn’t see their “boy hair cut”. They said hello, pretended not to know me, but slipped me a slip of paper, smiled, and walked away. I opened it to see a drawing of a hotdog Artist drew me (I let calling every dog a hot dog because it was very hot outside). On the bottom was a small heart.

This is so important to me. Those people could’ve easily brushed me off as just a kid who is sheltered and bigoted. But they didn’t. They took me in for the day and (most likely painfully for them) explained everything and answered all my questions. I don’t think I’d be on terms with my sexuality without them.

Long story short, always be nice. Have patience, be kind, and never get short with kids, teens, or even adults who just want to learn or are under informed. Or even if they don’t understand some things, like how I was at first with nonbinary.


Always be patient, always be kind. Anything you say or do can impact someone forever.

The Name Game

The Name Game (m)

Word count: 3.1k

Genre/warning: smut, literally no plot - I legit was having some Tae feels and wanted a dirty talk, fuckboy one shot. So this is the result.

Also for my baby girl, @borderlinehc hope you enjoy. 

Pairing: Taehyung x Reader

Summary: You invite some of your friends over for a small party. When a tame night in turns into a dirty one. Your friend Hoseok comes up with a fun game for you all to participate in.

You were rushing around your house getting everything ready at the last possible second. It was only some of your closest friends coming over but you still wanted the house to look good. Especially if Taehyung might show up. He said he had to work but he would try and get his shift covered. You felt like such a teenager but you really did have such a big thing for him.

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Ohana

Summary: “Ohana means family. And family means nobody gets left behind or forgotten.” Everyone knows that Dan is a Lester and belongs on the family holiday–well, everyone except Dan himself. However, a beautiful seaside walk and a special surprise from Martyn and Cornelia may be just the ammunition he needs to change his mind.

Genre: Pure fluff

Word Count: 2.6k

Warnings: Like 2 swear words but that’s it

A/N: Because we all know there was some soppy convincing needed to get Dan to stay in Florida. Inspired by this ask over @nihilist-toothpaste.
I hope you enjoy!!

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Harry Styles - “Confessions”

I completely left this open(and have already planned) for a part two. So… if you would like a part two let me know! Enjoy! And be ready to have your heart broken.

Part Two - Part Three - Part Four


Harry sat on the edge of his bed in Los Angeles, his head in his hands, as he tried to hold back the tears and will his breathing to stay even and calm. His phone lay beside him, the screen still lit up to show him his recent calls - the last of which had just turned his world upside down. 

He eventually sits up, letting out a large sigh as his large ringed hands push through his short floppy hair, pushing it back from his forehead. His green eyes look across the room where on top of the chest of drawers sat a picture of the person he cared about most in the world. He stared at your smiling face, his own smiling face next to you and that’s when the tears came. He was going to lose you, he knew that he was. 

Just then his phone began to ring beside him. He dreaded it was her, the person who had called a few minutes before him and broke the news but instead he saw your face appear on the screen and that, in that moment, may have been worse. He picks up the phone, staring down at your picture as the phone continues to ring. 

He couldn’t do it, he couldn’t hear your voice, happy and still in love with him, when he now knew what he did. He couldn’t tell you over the phone. He had messed up, he knew that, and he had to say it to your face. After the phone finally stopped ringing he gave a sigh and pulled himself up and off the bed. 

He had things he needed to do in LA, meetings to attend, interviews to be done but he couldn’t. He needed to get to you and tell you as soon as he could so he called Jeff. He couldn’t say it though, he couldn’t tell him exactly the situation, just that he had to go home - and now. 

Once he landed in London the next day, his hands were shaking, his palms were sweaty and his breathing was shallow as he sat in the back of the car headed towards your house. He kept trying to play out and plan his words for this conversation. How would he go about it? Where could he possibly start? He had so many confessions to make and what he was most afraid of was the inevitable - losing you. He also knew he wouldn’t be able to handle that hurt, devastated, and heart-broken face that he was soon going to see before him. 

The idea brought tears to his eyes. He rubbed the back of his hand against his eyes, grinding away the tears harshly. He hated himself, his entire body was full of regret, remorse, and dread knowing that he could never take this back. 

“Hello?” Harry calls a few moments later as he enters your shared home. He knew you were home, it being your day off work and your car was parked out front but he heard nothing. “Love?” He calls out again. 

“Harry?” He finally hears from the kitchen. He couldn’t will himself to move towards your voice. He wanted to run back out the door to never have to face this situation, he wanted to pretend everything was okay. But it just wasn’t. And never would be again. “Harry!” You gasp once you see your tall, tattooed and handsome boyfriend standing in the entryway of the living room. 

“Hey.” He mutters, barely able to get his voice above a low gravel. He clears his throat and puts his bag down at his feet, sliding off his jacket. He was trying to delay this, anything to keep the truth from coming out. 

“What are you doing home? Why haven’t you answered my calls in two days?” You were full of questions but then in that moment you didn’t care. You had missed Harry so much and if he was home - that was all that mattered. So, you cross the room and burrow yourself into his chest. You wrap your arms tight around his torso, taking in that familiar scent of his cologne while his arms wrap around your shoulders. He buries his face in your hair, his eyes closing as the tears began to slide down his cheeks. This was surely the last moment he would hold you in his arms and he wanted it to last as long as possible. “What’s going on?” You question, looking up at him. You gasp when you take in his tears. “Harry, what is it?” Your mind was racing. What possibly could have happened to cause him to act like this? You reach up, brushing your thumbs under his eyes along the tracks his tears were making. 

“I messed up, love.” He finally says, his voice a quiet whisper as he stares down into your eyes. You frown, shaking your head a bit in confusion. 

“What do yo-” 

“I slept with someone.” The words were out before he could over think it. He watched the gears turn in your head as you processed this. As soon as he saw it click, you backed out of his arms, distancing yourself from him just as he knew that you would. “Please, love, i’ was while we were going through tha’ rough patch a few weeks ago. I was angry, you were angry, I didn’ know where we stood-” 

“So you fucked someone else and never told me?!” You interrupt as your blood began to boil. “You came back here acting like it was all okay?! As if nothing ever happened!” You also felt your heart break, a dull ache began in the center of your chest. Harry was the love of your life, the man you were going to spend forever with and yet .. he had hurt you in the way he always vowed he never would. 

“I jus’…” He scratches at the back of his neck, shaking his head a little as he gave a sigh. He looks at the floor, anywhere but at the hurt and angry face before him. He also noted the fact that your eyes, those gorgeous eyes of yours that he loved so much, had begun to well up with tears. “I don’ know how to make up for this bu’ tha’ isn’t all.” He knew he had to say it, he had to get everything out so just maybe, maybe, the two of you could start trying to work it out. 

“What else is there?” You cross your arms over your chest as the tears slide down your cheeks. What else could there be? Had he slept with her again? Was he leaving you for her? Your mind was racing and you weren’t sure you would be able to handle anymore of this. Harry was your life and even with him standing in front of you still you felt it might not be for too much longer and you already felt lost. 

“She called me yesterday mornin’,” He began, his eyes peaking at you through his lashes as he kept his head slightly down. 

“Okay?” You urged but felt that sense of dread begin to creep up in your head as you surely knew what was coming next. Why would you contact the man you slept with weeks before? There was really only two reasons - wanting to get together again or being pregnant. Your blood ran cold at the latter possibility. It couldn’t be that, it just couldn’t. 

“She’s… she’s pregnan’.” The words pained him to say out loud. He hadn’t spoken it since he heard her mumble it through her sobs on the other end of the phone the morning before. He saw your face crumble then. Your eyebrows furrowed together, your eyes swimming with tears, and he saw your breath hitch in your throat. 

“You got another girl pregnant.” It wasn’t a question, it wasn’t accusatory, it was just a statement as you took to trying to process this. Harry was going to be a father, and it wasn’t with you. This just couldn’t possibly be happening. 

“I don’ know what I’m goin’ to do, bu’ what I wan’ first is to try and make things work with you. Please, love…” He trailed off when you shook your head vigorously, the tears now falling freely down your cheeks. 

“You expect me to just forgive you for this?” You give another shake of your head. “Would you forgive me if I got pregnant by another man? If I cheated on you and got knocked up? Would you be willing to move past that?” Harry bit at his lower lip and stared at the carpet under your feet. He knew you were right, he would probably never be able to move past it if you had someone else’s child. 

“You won’ even try? For us? We’ve been together for-”

“I don’t need you to remind me how long we’ve been together, Harry! I don’t need you telling me about the life we’ve started here together because I remember, I know!” You felt your anger begin to flare up. “It was you that seems to have forgotten the life we have together while you were busy fucking someone else!” He cringes at your choice of wording as well as your now raised voice but he knew he deserved it all. You were of course right, after all. 

“Please,” He takes a step towards you, holding his large hands out towards you, his cheeks wet with his still falling tears. He felt a sob building in his chest as he felt this was it, knowing you would most likely never forgive him. “I made a mistake, I will pay for tha’ for the rest of my life but I need you.” His voice dropped off to a whisper. “Don’ give up on me.” It was then that the sob finally fell from his lips and he felt his knees give out. 

“Harry,” You whisper as you watch the man you loved fall to his knees right there in front of you, his face pressing into his hands as large gasping sobs fell from his mouth. You feel a sob of your own and you take a step closer to Harry. You fall to your knees in front of him and bring a hand up to brush through his brown hair. He lifts his head up, his breath catching in his throat as his eyes meet yours. “I don’t think I can ever forgive you.” You watch his face crumble even more as he takes in your words. 

“I’m so sorry.” He whispers and the sobs resume. He then falls into your chest, his cheek burrowing into your t-shirt and his arms wrap tightly around your waist. You support his weight, your arms going around his shoulders, your fingers brushing at the hair on the back of his neck. “I’ll never forgive myself either.” He whispers through his sobs. 

You sat and held Harry, both of you crying and clinging to one another, knowing that this was it, for a good while until finally you pried him off of you and both of you stood up. 

“I think it’s best if you left.” You whisper as the two of you stood awkwardly facing each other. Harry gives a small nod, closing his eyes for a second. His eyes burned, the tears drying his eyes out but he knew he would probably spend the entire night crying. 

“Can I do somethin’, one las’ time?” You frown at him but he then takes a step closer to you and as his hand comes up to rest on your cheek you understood what he wanted. You don’t move as his face dips towards yours. You try not to return the pressure his lips press into yours but you couldn’t help it. As if by reflex you were kissing him back and bowing your body against his as your arms wrap around each other. It was as the kiss intensified and his tongue slid against yours that the reason this was to be your last kiss together reared back into your mind and you pulled away from him, breaking all contact together. 

“I can’t. I can’t do this, Harry.” You mutter, seeing that hurt and aching look in his green eyes as his chest heaved. He had hoped there for a second as he held you close again, your lips melded together perfectly like they always had, that just maybe you could forgive him. “I can’t be with you, I’m just going to picture you with her every time and I just can’t.” 

“I understand.” He gives a nod, hanging his head a bit. He pushes his fingers through his hair and looks back up at you. “I’m so sorry that I hur’ you.” He stares at you for a few seconds before backing towards the door. “I’ll always be jus’ a phone call away. I love you, with every piece of my soul.” You ignore the fresh tears sliding down your cheeks and simply give a nod. You look away from his heartbroken face and look anywhere but at him as he reaches for his bags and then a minute later was gone from the house. 

You fall to your knees right there where you stood and begin to cry into your hands, feeling like a piece of your heart had just walked out that door with Harry. 

Harry meanwhile had gone into the garage and got into his Range Rover but as soon as he was behind the wheel he rested his forehead against the steering while and let the sobs return. They were loud, chest heaving, sobs. Not only had he just lost the love of his life but he also now had to decide what he was going to do about his child on the way. 

Mijo // Jeff Atkins

A/N: Wowowow. Don’t @ me. @prettieparker86 , thank you sm! Ya really pushed me on this one. I hope you like it! 

Named after: My headcanon that that’s what Jeff’s mom calls him 99% of the time.

Warning: Some smut?


“Fuck. Jeff.” you managed to moan out.

You could feel him grinding into you, the soft lace of the thong you were wearing and the cotton of his boxer briefs too much friction for you to bear. The feeling of his cock rubbing against you sent moans flooding out of your mouth. You felt it everywhere, warm pressure building up in each end every one of your nerve endings. Your hips bucked up to meet his as he moved into you, his right hand squeezing your ass.

You could feel his lips, opening and closing against your neck. His teeth nipped at your skin, tongue swiping over his bite marks. Your eyes were shut tightly, mouth panting out short breaths as though it would somehow relieve the build up that was happening in your core.

It was hot. Too hot. You could feel the sweat on your brow and on every inch of Jeff’s muscles that were pressed tightly against you.

When the pads of Jeff’s rough and callused hand, grasped at your breast you whimpered at his touch. Arching your back, you gripped his hair between your fingers.

“Fuck baby girl, you’re so fucking sexy right now” he panted into your skin.

His lips moved up your neck until they met yours. His tongue, tasting yours as you tried to manage everything you were feeling. You were soaked, you could feel it and you knew your boyfriend could too. Your body felt like it was on fire with Jeff thrusting against you.

Fuck- god, I’m going to fuck the shit out of you”, he said breathlessly, his mouth still on yours. You both exchanged the hot air between you, kissing the open mouth of the other when you felt you could. You nodded, eager to have him inside of you.

His hands pulled at the Victoria’s Secret labeled fabric and you whined, impatient to wait any longer.

“Mijo- Ahh!” his mother screamed as she entered the room.

The two of you turned to see both of his parents standing in Jeff’s room. Jeff moved quickly, covering the both of you with his sheets.

You could see the red of his father’s cheeks as the older man left the room. His mother, however, stood there covering her eyes with one hand, holding out her cell phone.

“Mom!” Jeff shouted.

“Can I look?” she asked, in response.

Jeff sighed dramatically, his cheeks covered in a red hue as he answered “Yes”.

His mother uncovered her eyes, smiling sheepishly at you, clearly aware of the intimate situation her and her husband had walked into.

“Your Abuela is on the phone, she wants to talk to you” she stated.

“La llamaré más tarde mamá, por favor deje” Jeff pleaded, switching languages to save himself from some of the embarrassment he was already experiencing. He figured this way you wouldn’t understand how pathetic his plea was.

“The call is international, and you know it’s nighttime in Puerto Rico Jeffrey-”

“Está bien, solo vete, saldré en un segundo,” he said quickly interrupting his mother.

She nodded, offering you yet another sympathetic smile before closing his bedroom door.

Jeff shut his eyes as he fell back onto his mattress.

“I thought you said they weren’t coming home until 5!” you whispered to him.

“That’s what the note they left said!” he whispered back.

“Are you sure it didn’t say 2?” you questioned, mortified his mother had seen you near naked with her son.

“Y/N, I just had to have a conversation with my mom while completely hard, can we please not do this right now?” he answered closing his eyes again.

“Fine…but you owe me”, you say, referring to the build of your climax that was abruptly interrupted.

He chokes out a dry laugh in response, nodding in agreement. The two of you lay there in silence for a few minutes before he manages to get up to throw on some sweatpants and a t-shirt.

He moves to leave the room to speak to his grandmother, and you call out for him again. He turns, avoiding the sight of your still mostly unclothed body. His hand covered his eyes in the same fashion of his mother.

“Jeff, what are you doing?”

“The last thing I want is to talk to my Abuela with a hard-on.” he says gesturing to you. 

You giggled, pulling the covers closer to you.

“Well, spray some cologne on or something before you go, you smell like sex.”

He shrugged as though the weight of the world was on his shoulders.

“Fuck it, she already saw us…” he muttered on his way out.

When new people visit Jim and Spock’s apartment they assume all the pets are Jim’s doing. They are dead wrong.

The first cat happened because Spock came across a stray kitten on his way home from work.

The second cat happened because Spock passed a shelter that was shutting down and it took a bit more convincing before Jim accepted it.

The third cat happened because Spock started volunteering at a shelter and this grouchy old cat had been there for a while and it took a lot more convincing but Jim just can’t say no to his husband.

The two dogs happened because Jim visited Spock while he was working at the shelter and met a bonded pair of yorkie mixes that he couldn’t leave behind.

Bloom — Part I — Summer

REQUEST: Can u write a fan fic about the girl owning a flower shop and Harry coming in to get flowers for someone else but then they fall in love because love is beautiful like a flower


Started writing this oneshot and it turned into four oneshots. I changed it up a bit, but I hope you enjoy. x


The first time that Harry came to her shop, she barely said a word to him.

She knew when she opened her flower shop that Harry Styles lived nearby. It’s basically all that her friends back home could talk about when she announced where she was moving—they were diehard fans, and a few of them even begged her to take them with her so that they could meet the infamous Harry Styles.

She wasn’t shy, and she wasn’t one to get starstruck when face to face with a celebrity (not that she’d ever really met one). But the first time of many that Harry Styles walked into her flower shop, he was on a date.

His date wasn’t a big name or anything, and didn’t look familiar at all. But he was very much enthralled with her—he seemed like the kind of man to give you all his attention when he’s set aside time for you, and that was something she rarely ever really saw. She busied herself behind the counter of the shop, counting receipts and moving some stuff around so that she didn’t look like she was eavesdropping, which she wasn’t.

The shop that she owned wasn’t very big at all—it was just big enough to hold a small greenhouse garden in the back that she used to grow her flowers, as well as the storefront where she sold them (among the shipments she received from other greenhouses that were much larger than her own). It wasn’t exactly LARGE by any standards but she enjoyed it that way. Except it meant that there really wasn’t anywhere to hide, so when Harry Styles and his date decided to walk around and look at her bouquets, she couldn’t help but overhear.

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Job Satisfaction [S]

pairings/characters: kth x reader

genre: smut; one shot?

word count: 6k

summary: Taehyung needs something more than just money if he’s going to keep working for you.

‘When it comes to what you want, you dont mind playing dirty.’

Mafia!Au Sniper!Taehyung

pure smut, lacking context but hints to possible continuation

Originally posted by donewithjeon

“You know that these works are supposed to leave no traces right?” You whisper more to yourself than to your subordinates as you read through the last article.

Another killing was spotted in Seoul, by the same mysterious shooter who left the sign “V” everywhere he went. He was notorious for the lack of traces he left, each investigation reaching a dead end every time. But he was no mystery to you. You knew who he was because he worked for you.

The man in the picture, his skin drenched in his own pool of scarlet blood was none other than your so-called “trade partner” one that was sucking you dry of all your resources. Things were simple when dealing with weapons.

“I supply goods, you pay me money.”

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Get Away

Request: Can you do something where (y/n) and Shawn are out on a date and the paparazzi are a bit aggressive and Shawn gets protective?

a/n: hello lovely people!! it sure has been a while! so sorry for delays and what not but i was in the midst of finals but i completed my first year of college!! yay!! and this past week has been the busiest week of my life bc i’m studying abroad in london and we have these pre-london classes and i had 2 classes for like 3 hours and it was a lot. i leave for london tomorrow and i wanted to get something up before i leave for 2 weeks and definitely won’t be writing bc i’ll be out exploring!! 

so happy reading and feedback is always appreciated!! 

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The bright city lights of Miami, Florida illuminated the restaurant more than the lights inside.  The floor to ceiling windows gave the restaurant a very city feels, and with always being a lover of the city, everything on the outside of the restaurant caught your attention.

         Shawn had been touring nonstop for the past two months, and he thought it would be a fun idea for you to come out and visit him.  And with you being on summer vacation, you didn’t see any reason as to why you couldn’t go and visit your boyfriend.  So when the two of you worked out what dates would work best, you booked a flight, and he picked you up from the airport of the city he was in.

        You were halfway through your trip, and since you two couldn’t immediately do anything when you arrived, Shawn suggested that the two of you wait until mid-way through your stay to do something, and his idea of something was a nice dinner in the city.

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Kiwi || Part One.

I don’t know what happened but i wrote something and well here it is. Let me know what you think and if i should write a part two… 


I’m having your baby, and it’s none of your business.”

It’s been a while since you last saw him, almost six months to be exact. six months since he walked out of your New York hotel room not turning back. Six months since you flew home from New York to find all of his stuff had been cleared from your shared London apartment. Six months since you peed on a stick that changed your whole entire life. 

You didn’t try and contact him to tell him, although you were still very good friends with his sister and it would have been easy to reach out you knew in your heart that a baby right now would just hold him back, and with an album release just around the corner you didn’t want to stop everything good that had been happening for him.  


The day Gemma found out she almost told him. She hadn’t seen you in months, but with your growing bump you thought it would be too risky to see her, but she persisted and persisted until you caved. So you put on you baggiest sweater and went to have lunch with her. She could tell you were off from the get go. You didn’t order any wine and you didn’t touch the cheese platter, she had finally figured out why you’d been avoiding her.. she thought that maybe you felt weird because she was his sister, she never could have imagined this.

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