i heard him say on the radio

Growing Up

Pairing: Stiles x Reader

Requested: Yes by @aesthetictrashxd

A/N: Smut warning, unprotected sex (pls don’t do this at home, you will get pregnant and die)

Originally posted by teenwolf--imagines

“Stiles,” Your boyfriend of two years had his back turned to you, his head buried in a book. He’s been so caught up in the Supernatural that you never got a chance to celebrate your two year anniversary last week; he said he’d make it up to you but so far, nothing.

Deciding to do something bold for once, you skipped to the bathroom and changed your outfit from a pair of boring leggings and a jumper to the lingerie you had hiding underneath, you grabbed the silk robe that you stuffed in your bag earlier and threw it over the black underwear. Fixing your makeup and puffing your hair up slightly, you smirked in the mirror at how beautiful you looked.

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Originally posted by tyler-dun-pilots

i noticed that i don’t write a lot for josh, and that’s not cool. don’t get me wrong, i love that little dork so much, but i’m usually way more fucked up on tyler, and i lose track of josh. so here’s me trying to make up for that. it’s sort of sassy, rough, mouthy josh, and if this goes over well, i might try writing something longer with this josh. enjoy!

You pull your legs up into the seat with you, leaning against the door of Josh’s car. The audio from the movie at the drive-in was blaring through the speakers, making you uncomfortable; Josh always said he wanted the ‘surround sound experience’, which you tried to convince him was unnecessary, but he wouldn’t listen.

You groan loudly when the car rumbles with the bass of the movie, and Josh finally looks over at you with a quizzical look. When he reaches to turn the radio down, you cut your eyes towards him, making sure you’re giving him your most displeased glare.

“You okay, babe?” he asks.

“It’s too fucking loud, Joshua,” you say. “I tell you every goddamn time we come here that you don’t need to crank it to eleven if we’ve got the windows up. We can hear it just fine without bleeding from the ears.” Josh stares at you, his brows raised in surprise. “It’s so unnecessary,” you mutter, turning your attention back to the large screen.

“You don’t have to be so fucking rude about it,” Josh retorts. You tilt your head to look back at him, and this time you’re the one who is surprised.

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craftyhendrix  asked:

RFA+V+Saeran finding out MC is an amazing singer? I love your blog so so much, all of these scenarios make me so happy!!!

* He hears you sing one time by accident
* Cue MC screaming because she was getting out the shower when he saw and heard her
* He heard an angelic choir ???
* Because:
* 1) tiddies
* 2) his gf is better than Beyoncé holy crap ???
* Gets vvvv upset when MC says they can’t sing
* “???”
* Never say you can’t sing or you’ll get vvv angry yooyoo

* He came home one day heard you singing
* “Yo… I didn’t realize I left the radio on this morning”
* He went into the room and saw MC singing
* He dropped his phone in shock bc
* Omg
* What
* A
* Babe
* He eventually joined into the song, which scared MC
* “Babe, you have such a beautiful voice I don’t know why you said it was bad”
* Now MC is helping him with his songs

* Okay so
* One day she forgets her phone, right?
* MC was getting ready to go to work
* Jaehee comes back to get her phone when MC steps out the bathroom
* Why was she so beautiful even when singing?
* wait but didn’t MC say she couldn’t sing?
* ok anyways, Jaehee can sing a bit so she hums a bit
* “MC… you’re a great singer.”
* “Thanks but it’s not my strongest feature”
* “Shhh ur good ok”

* He never really pushed since MC said she never really liked to sing
* He respected MC
* Kosmopolitan said to always respect your partner(s). Never push
* Of course Jumin listened
* Anyways, one day he wanted to surprise MC so he came home early
* He had a big ass smile and a bouquet of roses
* But where’s MC ???
* Where is Elizabeth???
* He finds MC in Elizabeth’s room
* And guess what
* MC
* Is
* Singing
* To
* Elizabeth
* He feels so blessed ??? How did he get such an amazing partner ??
* He hugged her and gave her bouquet
* “You should sing more. Your voice is amazing”

* He’s heard you singing before
* You just don’t know it
* He’s a Sneaky Ninja™
* He recorded it and listens to it when he gets upset
* But one day
* MC drops that “I can’t sing” bomb
* He’s gone
* Boom
* Done
* “But you never heard me sing before ???”
* john cena makes a hole in the wall and peeks through it
* “are you sure about that”
* :000
* Anyways he tries to convince MC
* He failed but he failed with pride

* One time he had a very bad dream and when he woke up, he accidentally woke up MC too
* MC tried to calm him before he would get a panic attack
* She patted his back and softly sing him back to sleep
* She thought he would forget since it was so late in the night and that’s what usually happened
* But instead
* He asked MC to sing for him more
* “What do u mean fam I can’t sing”
* “You sang for me last night”
* in the end they ended singing for him every time he was feeling down

* one day he was supposed to be taking his mid-day nap
* But he wasn’t
* But MC thought he was since he wasn’t making any noise
* MC decided to cook :0
* So they started cooking up a one person feast
* Meaning a sandwich and fries
* While they were cooking they decided to sing
* pink season plays in the bg
* Saeran comes in to turn off the music
* Why is she singing ???
* She’s good but she’s burning the fries ??
* “Yo MC if you’re going to sing then don’t burn the fries”
* “Nah”
* “But… you’re going to get grumpy”

When We Collide (Part 16)

Pairing: Assistant!Y/N/CEO!Luke

Rating: NC-17

Parts: 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10 | 11 | 12 | 13 | 14 | 15

Summary: He is the definition of high class smart ass, swimming in Dom Pierre Pérignon champagne and has never seen the shadow of poverty. She is underprivileged, lives in a messy dorm room on sale and struggles working as an assistant after being thrown out of college. But how will they collide when Luke makes Y/N pregnant after a drunkenly one night stand?

When We Collide on Wattpad

“Out of all the days we could have possibly done this, you chose this day to be the one?” You looked over your shoulder tiredly to see Luke hover over a few brown boxes, the concentration on his face showing he barely heard you. 

“When I need something to be done I want it to be as fast as possible.” He shrugged like the heat outside wasn’t causing him any distraction at all. Maybe it was just the hormones making you sweat like a monkey.

“You’re insane.” You mumbled more to yourself than him and continued to go through the many CD cases he had in one of his drawers, you didn’t even know they were there in the first place.

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Ever Since You Left Pt. 2

A Shawn Mendes fanfiction. Part one here

A/N: I hope this isn’t confusing lol enjoy get ready for part 3 and then part 4 and who knows how much more stay tuned

A few days later, while hanging out at Emily’s house, she invited a few other of our friends to come hang out by her pool. The sun was warm, heating up the concrete around the water as we hung out. Brian, Shawn and Lauren were in the pool while Emily and I hung out at the edge, letting our legs hang in the water just up to our calves. We laughed as Brian and Shawn teamed up against Lauren in a spontaneous water fight.

“Leave me alone! Stop it, you guys!” Lauren shrieked, holding up her hands to protect herself from the splashes. The guys just laughed louder, Shawn coming and wrapping his arms around Lauren’s waist to jostle her around. Lauren’s laugh went up in pitch, her arm clinging to Shawn’s bicep as he held her close. Brian rolled his eyes and waded over to stand between my legs, his hands resting against my thighs. I met Shawn’s eye, saw his clenched jaw, before looking down to Brian with a fond smile.

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Summary: Very carefully and skillfully, you have been stealing from the Saviors for over a month now. Until one day you allow your ego to get the best of you and you challenge Negan to try and catch you, himself.
Prompt: I had one of the Hide and Seek prompts! I decided to put a twist on it and incorporate more of a cat and mouse type of game.
Word Count: 4,265
Pairing: Negan/Female Reader
Chapter: One-Shot
Warning: NSFW, Smut, Language
Author’s Note: I’m so sorry this took so long to complete! Thank you Ash for extending the deadline. Congrats on 2,000 followers! I’m not sure if I’m 100% happy with this but I hope you enjoy!
Tags: @flames-bring-a-ton-of-ash @negans-network

“God-fucking damnit!” You heard the loud, thunderous voice of the Saviors leader, Negan, roar out into the woods. “Someone better catch that little fucking thief, TODAY!”

Laughing to yourself, you hurried through the woods, maneuvering your way through the series of trees.

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anonymous asked:


I’ve been waiting to answer this but it’s been hurting me all night so here we go.

He comes off stage and yanks the ear piece out of his ear– admittedly harder than he anticipated. He storms past everyone and towards dressing room. He’s trying his hardest to focus on the task at hand, which is changing quick enough for the next skit, but he can’t.

It was too much. He was too nervous. And he shouldn’t have been, of course. He knew he was rusty and hadn’t performed live in ages but THIS?! This was nowhere near what he was expecting of himself.

The cast and crew buzzes around him, while the costume people follow him into the room. He hears compliments and praises but he only vaguely registers them. All he can think is how bad he sounded.

And then he hears his name, and he’s brought back to attention. His head snaps up while he unbuttons his jacket, and he can feel the costume crew trying to get it off of him. When he meets your eyes, you’re smiling. You’re rushing over to him, trying to get around the crowd. You can’t really get close to him at the moment, but you hold his gaze with the biggest smile. “Baby that was amazing!”

“Yeah?” And the way he says it isn’t happy. You all shuffle quickly into his dressing room as he continues. “Well I don’t know what performance you were watching but it wasn’t mine.”

Your smile drops suddenly. “I… what?”

Harry shimmies out of his shirt while someone hands him his next jacket for his costume. “It was shit,” he continues, cooperating as much as he can with the crew while still talking to you. “Vocals were shit. My throat is shit.”

A voice is heard through a radio on one of the crew member’s belts. “Ten minutes till places.”

You shake your head. “Harry what…. what are you talking about?”

Harry’s pants come down and he steps out of them, buttoning up his new jacket. “You know what m'talking about, y/n. You know it was shit.”

It breaks your heart to hear him being so hard on himself. You sigh. “Well I disagree.”

Harry lets out a sarcastic little laugh as someone combs back his hair to put a new wig on his head. “Course you do.”

Your eyebrow furrow. “Harry, what is wrong with you?”

“Can we discuss this in a moment please?!” And that makes you stop. Harry tilts his head as someone begins putting glue on his face for a fake beard. You know he’s not trying to be an asshole, he’s just frustrated at himself. And you knew it just from watching it on that stage. So you sigh, walking over to the little couch in his room and sitting.

You watch as he cooperates with everyone dressing him. As he transforms into a new character, some type of soldier. He’s adorable and so handsome but he’s frowning. Eyebrows furrowed, lips in a hard line. And you want nothing more than to help him.

Minutes go by until he’s fully transformed, and he giggles a little looking at himself in the mirror, although he’s still grumpy. “Thanks,” he says softly to the crew. “Looks good.”

They remind him he has 7 minutes till places and he nods, thanking them again and again until all of them have left the room. And then…. the silence.

He looks at you with a blank face, and when you offer him a smile, he sighs and slumps into his seat. He is no longer the defensive grump he was minutes ago. He’s vulnerable. He’s sad. And he’s all but verbally asking you to comfort him.

So you sigh, standing and walking over to him. You sit on his lap, reaching under his now beard-covered chin, and tilt his head so he’s looking at you. He’s so hard on himself, and that’s one thing you know all too well. You offer him a smile. “Hey.”

“It was bad, y/n.” His voice is quiet and vulnerable, and you frown. “Really bad.” He shakes his head. “I was so much better at rehearsals. This was so…. disappointing.”

“Heyyy,” you say, rubbing his cheek softly with your thumb. “Baby. That was perfect. It was raw and emotional and….. beautiful.”

He smiles softly but you can tell he isn’t convinced. “You’re sweet. Wrong, but sweet.”

You giggle. “NOT wrong. I mean it. The only person disappointed in you is… well, you.” You lift his little soldier cap and kiss his forehead. “That’s a hard song to sing, baby. For so many reasons. Not one person could’ve done better, do you know that? You did what billions of people wish they could do. You got up there and you sang something so personal to you, dedicated to someone who meant…. god, SO much to you. And it was beautiful.” You give him a quick and smiley peck. “You’re beautiful.”

He smiles up at you as you hold his face. “Baby. How do you always know what to say to me?”

You shrug. “I know you. And I know you’re so hard on yourself and it breaks my heart. I don’t want you to be like that.”

He lets out a sigh, and his eyes lower to your lips. “Kiss me.”

You giggle, pressing your lips to his. He inhales deeply through his nose and wraps his arms tighter around you, pulling you closer on his lap. He smiles as the kiss deepens, and he gives you an affectionate little scratch on your back.

You pull away with a cheeky little grin. “I’ve got some more plans to show you just how proud I am of you, you know. As soon as we get back to the hotel.”

He smirks, moving his eyes slowly between your lips to your eyes and back as he lets out a little hum of satisfaction. “Mm, do you?”

You nod. “Mhm. But for now,” you kiss him again, “you have to go back out there. And don’t let this ruin the rest of your night. And kiss me again.”

He chuckles, lips ghosting against yours when he speaks. “Of course.”

When he pulls away he sighs. “Wanna stay right here.”

“No no, you have to go,” you say softly. “Although…. this costume is…. really doing things for me.”

He snorts this time. “Yeah? Think we could try some war roleplay?”

You giggle, nodding and kissing him again. You bite at your lip when you pull away. “Just….. don’t ever grow a beard like that.”

He pretends to be offended. “Oi. Y'dont like this?”

“It looks silly.”

“Don’t think this would feel good between your legs?”

You roll your eyes, but you can’t deny the sudden pang you feel between your legs. “Definitely not.”

He shakes his head. “Pity.” With one more quick kiss, he rises to his feet. You think he’s going to head out of the room, but instead, he pulls you into him for a long, warm hug. He holds you for longer than you expected, but you aren’t complaining.

“Thank you,” he says quietly. “I love you so much.”

Oregon Censored, Fined Man $500 For Criticizing Red-Light Cameras Without An Engineering License
Does the First Amendment apply to talking about math? That’s the gist of a new lawsuit filed by Mats Järlström, who was fined $500 by an Oregon agency after he suggested that the standard formula for timing yellow lights could be improved.

Little summary from what I heard on the radio yesterday.

Two years ago, the man’s wife gets a ticket for running a red light. The couple paid the fine, but Mats got curious about how red light cameras work.

After doing some digging, he finds that the best way to reduce accidents is to lengthen the time of yellow lights.

He sends a recommendation to the state of Oregon in hopes of making his state a better place.

The state responds by sending him to court for practicing engineering without a license.

They are treating this like he was paid to design and build a bridge.

Apparently (according to his lawyer) the laws are written so vaguely that it is technically illegal to even discuss higher level math without a license in Oregon.

Without government, who will protect us from lateral numbers and Euler’s Identity!

An appropriate protest for the situation.

anonymous asked:

All the negative comments on the Cooper Lawrence post were upsetting. They blamed the larries for all of it.

I didn’t read any of the comments because I really didn’t care what anyone was saying about it and didn’t want to give that radio host any more of my time. 

I’m also not interested in dissecting the details of his answer as I’m quite sure that I’ve never heard Harry sound more flustered or caught off-guard in the six years that I’ve been watching him in interviews. It was so deeply upsetting to hear the discomfort and panic in his voice as he tried to tactfully swerve such an aggressively disrespectful and shameful attempt to out him.

What did that woman expect? That after six years of not talking about this that he was just going to come out on some random Long Island radio show that no one’s ever heard of because some ignorant woman asked him an inappropriate question? The question wasn’t even, “Are you with Louis?” It was actually phrased, “People think that this is about your relationship with Louis.” The woman was stating this relationship as a fact and following it up with a subsequent question about a song. 

No one that I know or follow has expressed any kind of anger towards Harry’s answer. I don’t honestly think that anyone could’ve handled something like that better and it’s horrendous that he had to be put in that position. I’m not sure why people would be mad at anyone besides Cooper Lawrence for her completely unprofessional behaviour and for attempting to out Harry, who I’m guessing she doesn’t know personally.  

She wanted attention and I suppose she got it, but I hope she also gets attention from her superiors in the form of being fired. 

my favorite bits from grimmy’s interview with niall (sorry it got so long rip): 

  • goSH the first bit that really jumps out me is when grimmy’s asking him about does he feel like he’s more likely to be bit by a shark since he’s been so successful, and niall goes [laughing], ‘i’ve been fairly lucky in me time’
  • niall talking about ‘slow hands’ being very different from ‘this town’ is just so interesting to me in terms of what must make them seem so different, you know? is it the lyrical content or the musical arrangement or ?? because he’s obviously the thing in common now, which is so interesting
  • grimmy going, ‘how does it feel like knowing niall that that is out there and that the world - and quite literally the WORLD will care about this and the WORLD will want to hear it, does it feel scary or exciting knowing millions and millions of people will have heard this and have opinions on it?’ and niall going, ‘well, i’ve pleased you, i’ve pleased me mum…i think that’s it!’ i feel like that encompasses niall’s approach to this business so neatly. it’s not, does EVERYBODY like it, the question is, do you like it? 
  • ‘not really competitive with the charts and that, more competitive with myself’ FASCINATING
  • ‘at that time, i was - i didn’t want to do it myself, that was like the second time i’d performed it…and i was literally standing on the [r1 teen awards] stage kind of waiting for the lads to appear. louis will just come out of the toilet anytime soon’ is just?? my heart?? like this is NIALL who loves this and had to know he’d love it again if only he could push past the nerves. not to get emo but that’s inspiring man 
  • you know what i was thinking about while grimmy was asking after the songs the boys wrote during 1d? were all those songs they wrote registered, or is there like a vault of unreleased 1d stuff that never made it onto an album, or what’s up with that? just listening to niall talk about writing while the band was together, and how many writing credits are on each of those tracks, i’m just wondering how they actually put those songs together. like, how much experience writing had each of them had before they set out to make their own solo albums??
  • ‘i’ve actually put it (liam’s ‘big daddy chain’) around my neck and it is heavy’ - I JUST WANT THOSE PICS MAN I MISS NIAM 
  • the first time niall heard sott was on the radio because ‘harry’s weird like that, isn’t he?’ i MISS NARRY TOO MAN
  • he would look cool in silk dragon pants though 
  • ‘HE USED TO HUG ME LIKE THAT…I’M GONNA GET MESELF A SIDEKICK, LIKE PINKY AND THE BRAIN’ i’m just saying louis has DEFINITELY made that reference before and it KILLS ME 
  • ‘your sitting room looks like a dressing room’ you’re not wrong niall what is up with ur decor dude get a throw blanket or something
  • niall as the david beckham of golf i love the way nick’s brain works and i would lOVE for his offer of a golf course interview to be legit
  • niall ‘i am more irish’ defending his stake on the irish folk music
  • ‘you’ve always been a fan of niall, haven’t ya?’ ‘i’ve always been a fan of niall!’ SAME GRIM
  • u know how niall serially minimalizes his pain or discomfort when he talks about stuff that he didn’t enjoy? him talking about being stuck in a hotel for the day and being ‘angry’ about not being able to leave, i wonder how rotten that REALLY must’ve been for the poor guy. probably like 10x worse
  • are we far enough down this list i can admit his capability with the accents is s*xy [eyeball]
  • as always i’m just struck with how warm and friendly grimmy is and how charming niall is i can’t wait for him to come back when the whole album’s out 
Locked In

Originally posted by cystalreeds

Request: Dean is a gruff cop who does what he wants. The reader starts a new job (not a cop) at the police station. Everyone tells her to steer clear of Dean because he is grumpy as hell. She doesn’t listen and gives him shit for things when everyone else keeps their mouth shut. Stealing people’s food from the breakroom, etc. They drive each other nuts until one day Dean realizes he has feelings for the reader.

Pairing: Detective!Dean x reader

Word Count: 3,777

Warnings: language

A/N: Detective Dean, ready to serve at your displeasure…

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anonymous asked:

sooo i read all of ur scenarios literally under 30 minutes and i loved one of the first ones u did where their s/o thought the guys were gonna hit her? (is that worrying that i liked that) i mean i liked it in a sense that the guys reassured her etc and i was thinking if you could either do reactions or a scenario to when kuroo, oikawa, iwai, kyoutani and suga hit their s/o in the heat of the moment during a fight? like it doesnt have to be a heavy hit or just a harsh shove or something

I’m sorry for taking literal months to do this, and thank you for your patience! I took a more boys-oriented perspective this time, so I’m not quite sure this turned out how my original post was, but I hope you enjoy it anyway.

He knows he plays rough sometimes. Kuroo’s not a naturally harsh person and to him, you’re the one person besides his family that he holds closest to his heart because of how well you two fit together. The only way he knows how to go about that is to keep you as close to him as possible and do his best to make your days a little brighter, a little happier.

Any dreams about him being your saving grace vanishes the moment he sees your expression when you fold into yourself at an angle, winded from the heavy hit of his arm against your collar. It’s not a punch, he knows, it’s not a slap either, but it’s contact that’s hard enough to bruise and his image is beginning to blur from the sheen of tears that well up against your will.

Shit-” he starts forwards, his arm reaching out to you but it freezes in its place when you level it with an icy glare. Kuroo lets it drop to his side, limp and useless, much like his mind, and his mouth opens and closes, mute and with apologies that struggle to surface all at once. He picks one, but it’s inadequate no matter how he turns it over over on his tongue.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to,” he attempts, insistent and desperate, “fuck, how bad did I hurt you?”

There’s all bone and little meat on you, and the imprint of his knuckles grows a little pink on the edge of purple against the bare part of your chest. It looks like you got mauled, even if nothing on your face will give away the pain, he imagines that on himself and winces. Kuroo’s too afraid to spook you further so he stays stock still, but he aches inside when you take a protective step back from him.

“I’m okay.” You say, and his heart cracks from how readily you tell him. “I’ve had worse.”

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Le Chat Noir

SInce exams are over it’s time for me to write again! yaaay!! I missed this!!!

Since it’s Marichat May I decided to Get In On The Action and so here’s a fic for day 19 - identity reveal - which I’ve been planning for ages and it was pretty fun to write tbh

The title is a lazy reference to Le Chat Noir in Montmarte, which was one of the first cabarets. Titles are not my strong point, but eyyyyyyyy it’s doubly relevant

Also feel free to pop to my ao3

Le Chat Noir - a reveal fic with a bit of humour amidst the fluff (1959 words)

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Calling it Hope (2/?)

Part 1 

Summary: After learning some unexpected news, Abby Griffin struggles to hold the weight of the world on her shoulders while the man she loves remains in Polis. Trying to solve the various problems related to nuclear radiation is one thing, but keeping a secret from Marcus - at least until he returns - is another. 

A.K.A. -  the babyfic no one asked for that I wrote at midnight one night and then decided to continue. 

“Abby, you need to rest.”

Jackson’s suggestion was gentle but firm, pliable but backed with steel. As a doctor she knew there was truth to be found in it, and as an expecting mother she’d need to get her rest for both her health and her child’s. It had become obvious after Jackson’s tests that she’d no longer be adhering to her former “Chancellor Griffin” hours, burning the midnight oil until only smoke remained at the rosy dawn of a new day.

Yet she couldn’t force herself out of the med bay. Not yet.

“I’m fine, Jackson,” she insisted, eyeing the datapad in her hands. But her statement wasn’t quite strong enough to dispel her companion’s concern, nor was the yawn she tried to disguise only moments later helping convince him.

Abby-“ he started, softening his tone even further, but she interrupted.

“Give me one more hour,” she said, marveling at the ludicrousness of her situation. Not only had she gotten pregnant despite her use of a contraceptive chip, but now she was arguing with her assistant, on Earth, to let her have more time in Medical. And on top of it all, they only had two months…

Her gaze trailed down to her mostly-flat stomach, and she swallowed hard, shoving the bleak thought from her head. They’d figure something out. There was still hope. And Luna’s blood had given them the beginning of an answer, a few pieces to a puzzle they had yet to fully solve.

“Fine,” Jackson said, resigned. “Doesn’t Kane usually radio you to say goodnight at midnight, though?”

Abby frowned, eyebrows drawing together as she stared at rows of black numbers against a blindingly white background. “How do you know about that?”

Jackson smiled. “Your mood improves around eleven forty-five every night, without fail. John said he heard you talking to him one morning, so I just assumed he contacts you before you go to sleep.”

“He does,” Abby said after a beat, wondering how she and Marcus could be so discreet and yet so obvious. Part of her thought that even if they could communicate telepathically, Arkadia would somehow find out about it. Their private lives were never really private.

Jackson seemed to read her mind. “Have you told him yet?”

For a moment, the room was filled with the low beeps and faint humming of machines. Abby’s tongue felt like lead in her mouth, her heart sinking lower and lower as if caught in a whirlpool.

“Not yet,” she said. “I didn’t hear from him today. If we had talked this morning, I would have asked if he knew when he was coming home.”

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anonymous asked:

we broke up after i left and moved away and months later i find out you rushed to the airport to stop me but you were too late

“Can you turn that down?” Bucky asks.

“No,” Kate says.

“Can you turn it off?”

Kate, making direct eye contact with Bucky, turns the volume on her podcast up.

Bucky rolls his eyes and looks back down at his drafting table.

“Hi everyone, this is Ira Glass and you’re listening to This American Life. This week, we’ve been talking about botched movie moments — where you tried, and failed, to reenact scenes from your favorite films. Next up, we have This American Life contributor and visual artist Steve Rogers, talking about how he tried to run to the airport after his boyfriend, and ended up getting detained by the FBI instead.”

Bucky straightens up. It’s… a coincidence, right?

It’s gotta be.

A little unobtrusive music starts to play, then a deep voice starts talking. “I met him when we were four. Some kid pushed me over on the preschool playground and he came over and gave the kid a lecture. He was always kind of naggy, but I was always getting into trouble, so I think I deserved it.”

There are probably many other men in the world who met each other on the preschool playground, right?

“For the purposes of protecting the innocent, I’ll call him Chucky.”

Rhyming can also be a coincidence.

“I loved Chucky before I knew what love was. And he loved me, too. We were each other’s first everything — kiss, boyfriend, sloppy and confused hand job.” Kate snorts. “When I was with him, things made sense. Things weren’t perfect — he was a cat person, for starters — but we made each other happy, to the point where I thought things would never change. I was prepared to be with him, and only him, for the rest of my life. We already had twenty years together, and I didn’t realize things could change.”

“Then, he got a job offer in L.A.”

“I hate gooey stuff like this,” Kate says. “Even pissing you off isn’t worth having this on—“

“NO!” Bucky yells, standing up.

Kate looks at him, unimpressed. “Excuse me?”

“This podcast is about me,” Bucky says. “That’s Steve. He’s my ex. I need to hear this.”

Kate shuts her laptop. “You need to calm down. Go take a nap or something.”

Bucky doesn’t think, just runs to the break room yelling “You suck!” at Kate as he goes.

He knows she’s flipping him off behind him. He doesn’t care.


By the time Bucky boots up NPR on his laptop, a few minutes have passed, but Steve is still talking.

“ — took me until I watched his flight status to realize that I made a mistake. It felt like I was running on pure adrenaline — I didn’t even think about buying a ticket online, or anything. All I knew was that Chucky was getting on a plane, and we could never see each other again, and that wasn’t okay.

“I hopped on my motorcycle and sped my way to the airport. I’m usually a careful driver, but I weaved through traffic with a manic intensity and the thrumming reminder in the back of my head that if I didn’t hurry, Chucky would be gone. Once I got to the airport, I parked in the expensive lot. That’s how worried I was that I wouldn’t make it.”

Bucky smiles. Steve was broke when he left New York, a struggling artist.

“I can only imagine how I looked, running through the airport, arguing with the TSA about why I should be let in without a ticket. “It’s true love!” I shouted, struggling to get by. It was…” He pauses, chuckles. “It was a little out of control.”

Bucky’s heart hurts.

“I was escorted away, kicking and screaming. It’s a miracle that I’m still allowed to fly at all, given the way I acted. And while the FBI quickly realized that I wasn’t a threat to anyone besides, maybe, my own self-interest, they let me go. But Chucky’s flight was already in the air by the time I was out. I had lost my window of opportunity.”

A little more music plays, this time more somber.

“Chucky called a few times, texted a little more, but I couldn’t bring myself to respond. I felt like it was a sign — I couldn’t make my grand gesture, I couldn’t convince him to stay. Never even got the chance to.

“I’ve dated a few people since then, even had a couple real relationships. But I’ve never felt that… click. That sign that things make sense. I’ve only ever felt that with Chucky, and I’m scared that I’ll never feel it again. But maybe that relationship was too big for me. Maybe I need to settle my expectations. If a relationship requires some kind of grand gesture, maybe it’s not the relationship you need.

“But then, I also find myself wondering why I’m doing this. Am I trying the same thing? Running out into a crowded airport and trying to find him again? What would I even say if I could see him again? It’s been four years without contact. He could be with someone else; he could be married and I just don’t know. But I’m still here. Trying to make that gesture, wondering if, after this, he’ll find me.”

The music swells again, and then it’s Ira Glass’s voice. “And that was Steve Rogers. Today, the day this episode airs, Avengers Gallery in Brooklyn is hosting a show of his newest work. Check it out if you’re in town! Next on…”

Bucky tunes out.

It only takes six minutes to buy a ticket to New York City.


“Sorry, we’re just finishing…” Steve looks up from the trash bag he’s dropping little appetizer plates into.

His eyes go wide as he drops the trash bag.

“Bucky?” he asks.

Bucky smiles. He’s tired, and he kind of smells from the long flight. “Hi,” he says.

“What are you doing here?”

“Appreciatin’ good art, obviously.” He takes a tentative step closer. “I heard your show.”

“I didn’t think you liked public radio.”

“I don’t. My coworker wouldn’t turn it down.”

Steve nods, biting down on his lip. “I’m sorry,” he says, “if it made you uncomfortable or… or anything. I wanted…” He trails off.

“Wanted what, Steve?” Bucky asks.

He shrugs, with a little embarrassed smile. “To see if it would work, if I tried something again.”

“It did.”

Steve’s face screws up, starts to go red. “I missed you. Every day. I think about you every day.” A few tears drip down his cheeks.

Bucky doesn’t think, just goes to him, wraps him in his arms, and holds him tight. “Me too,” he says as Steve buries his face in his shoulder.


“I missed my flight,” Bucky says, later that night as they lay in bed together.

“What?” Steve asks.

“The flight you wanted to keep me from getting on. I missed it because I went to your apartment. I waited there for most of the night… I assumed you were out, probably on a date or some stupid shit, and when I got discouraged I hopped on the next flight I could get on. But… I wanted you to tell me to stay.”

“Stay,” Steve says, before kissing Bucky gently on the lips.

“I will,” Bucky says, running a hand down Steve’s chest. “I will.”


“I mean, I’ll have to go back to L.A. to get my shit, and I should probably stay there until I get a job or somethin’, but like, after that. Probably. Hopefully.”

Steve collapses on top of him, laughing. Bucky wraps his arms around Steve and lets himself laugh along with him.

And everything just… clicks.


Short (2000 word) fic taking place after SR2. 

BossGat, domestic, cute. No plot this time just Johnny and the Boss!

Boss wakes up to the smell of burnt toast. They do not remember if they dreamt. They lie back in bed and stare up at the ceiling, a blank white canvas marred only by a couple of bullet holes. Not enough to spoil the place. The bed they’re in could sleep three, but right now it’s just them, the man who should be lying behind them is too busy in the kitchen, burning toast.

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The Gargoyle Song

I should have been more worried about Mike. I should have listened more, I should have paid more attention, I should have just been there. But I was seventeen and selfish and so absorbed in my own little world that I couldn’t be bothered to actually hear what he was trying to tell me. At the same time, I was only seventeen, sheltered, and didn’t know what to do with the information he was trying to give me.

That doesn’t excuse me or dismiss the guilt. While we’d drifted a bit apart recently, we’d been best friends since second grade; I should have at least tried to do something, but by the time I realized how bad things had gotten, it was too late.

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summer drive

request: Can you write one where shawn and you driving in his jeep. Both of you singing along with the music. Making fun of each other. Laughing.


request please send some more! my inbox is dead :(

a/n: pretend you guys live near the beach

“Babe, are you ready to go?” Shawn calls down the hallway.

You throw a small speaker and a bottle of sunscreen in your beach bag. “Yeah, I’m coming,” you yell back. You walk down the hallway and meet Shawn by the door, where he insists on carrying your bag.

He leans in and pecks your lips before placing his hand on the small of your back and guiding you outside and into his jeep.

It was summer, so the doors and windows were off, which of course meant Shawn was a pain in the ass about you wearing your seat belt. It’s not that you wouldn’t do it anyway, you would just appreciate him not riding you the second you sat in your seat.

“Put on your seatbelt,” he says, as though it was reflexive at this point.

“Ok, Dad,” you say jokingly.

“Hmm, I’ve never heard you call me that outside the house,” he says, smirking over at you.

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[ARTICLE] Kwanghee Talks About His Friendship With G-Dragon And Tells Story Of His Memorable Gift On “Radio Star”

When Kwanghee appeared as a guest on March 22’s episode of “Radio Star,” he told the story of a favor he received from his friend G-Dragon that clearly made a big impression on him!

Kwanghee befriended BIGBANG’s G-Dragon and Taeyang when the trio teamed up for the “Infinite Challenge” music festival in 2015. On the latest episode of “Radio Star,” host Kim Gura mentioned that they’d heard that Kwanghee had received a huge benefit because he’s friends with G-Dragon.

“We don’t contact each other very often, we only talk occasionally,” admitted Kwanghee. He then began to say that he frequently goes to Jeju Island, but the hosts interrupted him to clarify that Kwanghee goes on his own, without G-Dragon.

“That’s right,” replied Kwanghee. “We can’t even eat out together.” Kim Gura then asked him why he became friends with G-Dragon if the artist is so busy, and Kwanghee replied, “I didn’t know that when I became friends with him!”

Kwanghee went on to excitedly tell his story of a trip to Jeju Island, where he wanted to visit a café that’s owned by G-Dragon. “I contacted G-Dragon and told him I was going to his café on Jeju Island, and asked him to let me eat for free,” explained Kwanghee, which made the hosts and fellow guests all burst out laughing.

Kwanghee went on to say that G-Dragon said he would, and when Kwanghee got to the café, he was taken to a lounge with a great view. “Then I was going to go home afterwards, but they told me to get in a car,” he explained. “I was then taken on a tour of restaurants with great food! I didn’t even have to pay, and they were really expensive places!”

Host Yoon Jong Shin laughed and clarified to the cameras, “G-Dragon didn’t come though.” Kwanghee agreed that it was just him, but added that he’d heard that he was the only one that G-Dragon has ever asked to be given such treatment. The hosts then joked that G-Dragon was trying to feed Kwanghee until he was so full that he wouldn’t come back.

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anonymous asked:

Why do you hate harry all of the suden

I don’t hate him but I gave him the benefit of the doubt despite all the signs out there. I still have a soft spot for Larry && the canons. I’m not saying they’re not together or anything of that sort. But, here’s my experience with Harry && 1D. I honestly grew intrigued when I heard how much of a feminist H was. That’s what grabbed my attention because it’s not something you find in mainstream music. My background is far from mainstream music. I don’t listen to anything that’s playing on your local radio. I listen to oldies in all genres. I think they were the only relevant music I bothered with. 

Many of these singers (white privileged kids tbh) are out there claiming to be feminists (taylor) but it wasn’t the case with H. Or at least that’s how I felt. He showed support to the gay community. He was always gender-neutral. He spoke about empowerment. Mind you, this is what I heard from his mouth not from articles or hearsay. I started watching the freddieismyqueen videos && I fell in love with the person I watched.

I understood that he was closeted along with others in the band && my heart broke for them. So, I supported them as a bisexual supporting my fellow rainbow comrades. Yet, his solo campaign came out && that turned me off && I did a complete 180. Also, it didn’t go unnoticed how his image was manipulated to monosyllabic responses && the image of hipster Harry. I figured that was what his team was pushing. The whole “Basquiat is king,” posts too (mind you, I don’t like his work but I see the appeal). Nevertheless, after the tour sold out, the preordering && the milkshake Larry tweet, choosing #2 && #8 track for SNL etc…. then, Carolina happened && I thought, wait, Johnny Cash? The Elvis suit && I was like “oh no, another Bruno Mars” (bc Bruno tries to be a cheap copy of James Brown aesthetic), but then I read the lyrics to “Kiwi” && then I heard the song && the obnoxious coke snorting sound…. I cringed.

 I was so disappointed because I defended him. I was rooting for him. I was hoping he would just let his music speak && it did. He went that route, the cheap, lazy rock n’roll sex sells route && I’m not here for that. Then I tried reading the lyrics as I would do when doing a scansion of any poetry work && the metaphors or references again were not good. I know that he loves the attention, loves the rockstar lifestyle. I get it. But don’t bait me && then turn into a sleazy sex-monger. The jailbait reference reminded me of Aerosmith music videos w/ a young Liv Tyler && Alicia Silverstone, that rock n’ roll dirty Lolita shit.

This is a long response but I feel like I need to give my reasons. Sadly, I’m kind of like Mr. Darcy: my good opinion once lost, is lost forever. He played with both sides of the fence && that was what grossed me out. If he has to be in the closet, so be it. If that’s his choice, ok. If it’s not, that’s ok too. He doesn’t owe me anything but because he vocally made it his business to speak on my behalf && ran around with our beautiful lgbtq+ flag on his back, I have the right to feel isolated by his campaign. He doesn’t get to profit off an integral part of his fandom to turn around && shove the hetero “drugs sex && rock n’roll” image down my throat && expect me to take it.

 I understand that for the mainstream music genre market that he’s a part of, he’s a multi-million brand && he needs to do some Faustus Goethe shit to survive, && he can but I don’t need to agree with it. As a consumer && a music lover, I respect artists who don’t feel the need to sell their soul for millions. There are a lot of artists out there who truly stick to the work && don’t manipulate && I’ll go with them.