i really need to start sorting my edits by pairings of people too there are just too many

Person | P.P

ok before I start, I’ve almost got cement pt.2 done, however this idea popped into my head and I had to get it out. Also I AM IN NO WAY ROMANTICIZING DEPRESSION. if it feels that way please tell me and i’ll probably do a re-write of this. Also these symptoms that I’ve chosen to use are from first hand experience because no one’s depression feels exactly the same.

Fem!reader x Peter Parker 

Warnings: mentions of depression, slight cliches, As usual I haven’t edited bc im garbage??? Also there are time jumps. Wierd spacing??? I wrote this on mobile google docs and idk what happened.

Word count: 1.6k

You were usually quite energetic, to the point where teachers would ask you to leave the classroom because of your many “disruptive episodes” which basically meant you constantly moving and talking to everyone around you-essentially causing a giant disruption.

Everyone took notice of your new behaviors, mostly because you were known as a ball of energy-not to mention you were quite popular amongst your peers, but that was probably because you had quickly befriended Liz Allan s well as some other seniors.

However, no one bothered to ask you if everything was alright at home, or if you were in a positive mental state, hell no one cared enough to ask. That’s the thing about high school, no one really cares as much as they pretend to.

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anonymous asked:

Hi, I'm not sure if this has ever been asked before or if I'm allowed to even ask it, but does anyone have any tips on writing fanfics? Im attempting to write my first one after reading dramione for years and finding it really difficult 😩 if anyone could help me I would really appreciate it!

Congrats on starting your first story! There are a lot of writers on tumblr who’ve shared their tips and advice, and there’s a wealth of articles linked on Pinterest too if you search for “writing advice.” Really though, there’s no teacher like experience, so the more you write, the better you’ll get. 

Some of the admins here are Dramione writers. Some of us have written fanfiction and original stories but aren’t regular HP writers. Some of us aren’t writers, but we’re all voracious Dramione readers. 

These are my own thoughts, and perhaps some of the other admins will chime in:

On Process - figure out what works best for YOU. 

To outline or not: Some writers swear by detailed outlines, and if you have a lot of characters and are juggling multiple subplots, you may need charts or outlines to keep track of everything. JK Rowling had some pretty detailed charts for her books. Other writers tend to fly by the seat of their pants and will take a spark of an idea, start writing, and see where it goes. George R.R. Martin falls into this category. There are pros and cons to both, and it really comes down to finding a method that works best for you. 

If you work best with a strict outline and will stick to it, then there’s probably no harm in posting as you finish a chapter. If you are a fly-by-the-seat-of-your-pants-er, then you may want to hold off on posting until your story is closer to complete. Once that chapter is up and shared, it’s there for all to see, and it’s much harder to go back and re-write if you find you’ve written yourself into a corner or you want to make major edits later on. 

If you start posting a story and you build up an audience, you’ll get comments like, “more please!” and “when are you going to update?” Yay! That means people like your story! 

If that seems like the sort of thing though that would make you anxious and give you a lot of pressure to produce more content right away, then consider finding a few good betas to give you constructive feedback as you write and wait to post the story until it’s complete or close to complete. 

Some people swear by a strict writing schedule where they set aside time each day to write, and others write only when they feel moved to do so. There are no right or wrong answers for process. Go with what works best for you.

On characterization:

The plus to fanfiction is that your characters and universe are well known, so you don’t have establish your characters and their personalities too much unless you’re elevating a minor canon character to major character status or adding an original character (OC). The downside to fanfiction is that your characters and universe are well known, so your readers probably have their own opinions about who these characters are and what constitutes “in character” behavior. 

In a fandom as big as HP and with a pairing as popular as Dramione, that means that no matter what, someone is going to dislike some aspect of your story. That doesn’t mean you’ve done anything wrong. It just means someone has a different opinion about what they think would/should/could happen. 

If you want to deviate wildly from canon, then look at what your characters do and say in canon and give some thought to what a reasonable development in their behavior could be if X, Y, or Z happened. If you want to write a dark Draco, then what would need to change from canon to make him that way? Perhaps he suffered great punishment for failing to kill Dumbledore, and it hardened him. Perhaps he witnessed his mother being tortured and chose to close off part of himself to power through the awful things Voldemort would expect him to do. If you are writing post-war/EWE Dramione, then what happened to your characters after the Battle of Hogwarts that led them to where they are at the start of your story? You don’t necessarily need to describe that action in the story, but do give some thought to what they did and how those actions and the war itself affected them. People change as they grow up too, so how does age change them? 

As a reader, I’m willing to read stories that seem pretty far removed from canon in terms of characterization, provided the author makes that leap for me. If Draco is dark, then tell me what made him that way. If Hermione is a bitter, underachieving mess, then tell me what happened to her to lead her to that point in her life. 

On Feedback (betas)

Even professional writers have editors, and they’re designed to give you feedback and help you produce a stronger story. There are many wonderful readers in the fandom - some who are also fanfiction writers themselves - who are happy to beta [edit] a story for you. Some people use the terms alpha and beta, but I’ve always used beta to mean someone who can provide feedback on any aspect of the story, from characterization and plot to grammar, spelling, and punctuation. Some writers have multiple betas, and some use only one. It’s all about finding what works best for you and your beta(s). 

It can take time to find a good beta who works well with you, but if you find one, be open to what he or she has to say. A good beta might be able to find a plot hole you’ve missed or help you with you writer’s block.  

Fanfiction.net allows users to create beta profiles, and I believe that Shaya Lonnie has a list of people who are willing to beta HP stories too. I was asked to beta after I left a lengthy review on the author’s story, and I know plenty of writers who’ve found betas that way. 

Try to be clear on what it is you want from a beta - is it spelling, grammar, and punctuation? Checking for consistency in little details in a very long story? Suggestions on plot? What kind of turn around time do you expect from your beta? Do you want a response the same day? Within a few days? Do you want someone to edit your chapter in Microsoft Word using tracked changes with lots of comments, or do you prefer more general suggestions? The more openly you can communicate your expectations, the more effectively your beta can help you.

You don’t have to have a beta if you don’t want one or if you want to start sharing your story before you find a good beta, but many writers find it helpful to have that extra input.

On Feedback (reviewers)

How often do you go online and leave reviews of restaurants or contact a company’s customer service department? If you have basic good service that you generally expect to get, then if you’re like most people, you probably don’t comment all that often. The people who contact customer service are generally there to register a complaint or to comment about something truly exceptional, but there are usually a lot of otherwise happy customers who don’t really say anything. The same is generally true for fanfiction. You’ll probably have a lot more readers than commenters. 

As big as the fandom is, don’t be surprised if your reviewers contradict each other. For every reader who wants more smut, there’s probably another who could do with less. For every reader who loves the marriage law or head boy/head girl trope, there’s another who hates it and thinks it’s overdone. So what do you gain from contradictory feedback like that? I’m of the “take what helps you and leave out all the rest,” mindset. If you really want to write a story with smut, then write your smut, and if people don’t want that, they’ll look for a different story. 

Some writers believe strongly in writing the story they want to tell, regardless of how popular it is or how many reviews it may garner. Others who have an established audience may prefer to tailor their stories to their audience and write what experience tells them is popular. My personal opinion is that you should aim for a good balance - tell the story you want but be open to reader feedback. If you are consistently hearing, for example, that the pacing is off in your story and action is happening much faster than seems realistic, then you may want to consider slowing down the progression of your characters’ relationship. For OTP stories, I often see the opposite, by the way - the writer seems to enjoy the characters being in the happy, fluffy romance part of their relationship, and the story stalls a bit with multiple chapters of them dating but little plot movement.

It’s natural to be defensive when someone says, “I like X, but Y doesn’t really work for me,” so sometimes it’s helpful to step back and consider if there’s any useful information in a review. On the flip side, we all love to get, “OMG!!!!!! I LOVE IT SO MUCH!!!!!” reviews, and it’s always good to know that someone likes what you’re writing, but that kind of review doesn’t really give you much useful information to help you become a better writer or develop your story.

On length:

If you’re just starting out, a one-short or short story might be less intimidating as a first attempt, but if you feel compelled to write a long story then go for it! There are plenty of fanfiction writers who started out with longer stories. 

There’s no right or wrong answer about chapter length either. Some people like to have a consistent chapter length. I personally prefer that chapter length be organic and reflective of the action, which means some may be only 1,000 or so words and others could be 10,000 words or more. 

We get a lot of requests on our site for stories that have a certain number of chapters, and we tend to sigh when we see those asks because the number of chapters isn’t really indicative of the length of the story. A 10 chapter story could be 10,000 words or less, or it could be 100,000 or more, so don’t get too hung up on the number of chapters.

On sharing:

When you’re ready to post your story, consider sharing on multiple sites to build a bigger audience. Fanfiction.net, AO3, Hawthorn & Vine, and AFF are some of the main sites for Dramione fiction, but be open to livejournal, tumblr, and others. 

Tag your story appropriately when you post it. If you have graphic violence or rape, most people like to know going in that it’s going to be part of your story, as these are common triggers for people. If you have graphic sex or violence, err on the side of caution and rate your story M/E/NC-17, depending on the site.

Be aware that not everyone reads the author’s notes many writers post at the beginning of their chapters, so perhaps try to limit how many you post/how long they are. Even if you provide valuable info in an A/N, odds are you’ll have readers who scroll right past it. 

As a reader, I totally understand that creativity doesn’t always flow on a schedule, and that “real life” often interferes with fun hobbies like fanfiction. However, I also read a truly shameful amount of fanfiction, and if a story hasn’t updated in a few months, I may have to go back and re-read at least part of it to remember where it left off when I last read it.  If you can update your story frequently and with some consistency, it may be easier for you to build an audience.

Finally, when you share your story, SHARE IT WITH US! Send us an ask with a link to your story, and we’ll include it in our tags.

Happy writing!


Here it is! 

The idea for this AMV came from two good friends of mine from college. They posted the song on my wall and demanded I make a video with it. After fighting off a few other editors I decided that this would be my Otakon 2014 video. I spent most of the final months of school discussing this AMV with Emily and Jessica, and what ships would be hilarious. It was Jessica who originally stumbled on the idea of Edward Elric and Eren Jaeger - and I ran with it. 

After I finished Anime 101 I had a lot of constructive feedback from the editing community about my technicals. Mostly about my color correction. So when I started this video I had two goals in mind : Finish in time for Otakon and improve on the things people usually harped on me about. Overall I think this video is the cleanest of all my comedies. This is the direction I want to move my editing in. 

I was really overwhelmed by the positive feedback I received at Otakon. The audience reaction was by far one of the best I have ever gotten, and many people approached me after my panels, the contest and Iron Editor to talk about how much they loved the video and how they were huge fans of my work. I was really touched by this - I love hearing that I inspired people – So Thank you! 

Download should be available on the org soon (as in tomorrow) Keep an eye on my tumblr for more images and fun things to come in the next few weeks. I am currently out of town so need to wait until I get back to my computer.


00:05 - This scene is from Oreimo. I added Haruhi and the posters. If you .look closely you can see pictures of the lead from Oreimo on the wall. 

00:07 -   Some of the characters names have been changed to hilarious alternatives. 

00:09 - Not all the netflix choices are aniome. Included are Sherlock (SherxWatson is one of my favorite secret crack pairings) Paranorman (My favorite animated movie) and they Aristocats (Another of my favs). My Little Pony is seen too, as that show is so ship crazy. The Netflix categories have also been changed to ship related names. 

00:10 - It’s not 3am

00:13 - I drew this fanart. It took me a few days and consumed a fair amount of my editing time. For a while I was convinced I wouldn’t finish on time, and that this picture would be to blame.  I also at one point realized that I was drawing soft core porn of less than legal adults. Whooops. 

00:14 It had to get cut off for compositions sake so here is the whole fan fiction. I wrote this (with some help) I wanted to make it a good sort of awful.

“Eren stared at Ed’s long silky hair. Something in him yearned to run his fingers through it, to tangle himself in the alchemist’s tresses as if they were the cords of his 3DMG. He jerked his gaze away, staring down at his uniform. 
"So…I heard they call you a dog of the military…” Eren said carefully, trying to break the silence.
Ed chuckled knowingly. “Yea, they do say that. But I think you’re more of a dog than I am.” He moved closer, brushing Eren’s ear. “And I’m gonna show you what this automail arm can do…”
Shivering, Eren let Ed’s arm trail across his own. “But what if Levi finds out?” 
Ed smirked, “That clean freak? He can join in to for all I care.” The alchemist placed his finger under Eren’s chin and made the dark haired boy look at him. “Who knows what tomorrow will bring? Titans, humonculi, or even the end of the world. So for tonight let me show you why they call me ‘FullMetal’.”
Eren gasped as Ed found him, his eyes closing from the odd sensation of automail on flesh. 
“They don’t call you titan for nothing” Ed smiled. Eren couldn’t reply, the sensations coming from his Colossal Titan were too great. He felt Edwards other hand, guiding his own to find the alchemist’s own transmutation. 
“Ah yes” Edward sighed, “Now that’s what I call equivalent exchange.”

00:16 I redrew most of haruhi’s face here so it would work with what she was doing. In the anime she just looks stern. 

00:22 - 00:23 This scene is covered with credits in the original show. I really wanted to use it though, so I had to paint over a lot of the haruhi mask. 

00:23 Titanic Jokes appear 3 times in this AMV. Can you find them all. I WILL GO DOWN WITH THIS SHIP. 

00:29 Originally a lot of this was screen captures. However because of legal reasons for Otakon I had to change a lot of the website names. So I made my own search bar. 

00:30 - 00:44 TUMBLR
All the websites seen in this AMV were hand made by me in photoshop and then edited in AE. It was the only way to get the effect I wanted. I had a lot of fun studying the sites and then creating motion graphics to emulate them. 

A lot of inside jokes can be found here. I will upload the tumblr stills at one point so they can all be read, but if you are easter egg hunting all the posts have unique tags. I picked animation related material from my own tumblr favs to fill in the inbetween spaces. 

Several of the posts also have comments. Mainly by sketcherz (On of my friends this AMV is dedicated to saying her token line - all day every day) and CecilxCarlos4eva (My other friend who absolutely loves this Nightvale crack ship.) 

00:53 Here Kyon is looking at a screen labled the Canon Cannon. It shows Light Yagami and Misa. 

00:55 Screen says Engage Shipping Beam 

00:56 Bunch of little jokes here. Reddit Topics read

VIvifxAMV Makes new Comedy - No one is surprised
Ed and Eren both have Dead Moms and lack limbs Ship it. 
I got that Ice Cold Water. ANd it’s only one doller (Otakon Reference) 
Class for Anime Charactrers (Anime 101 Reference) 

00:57The Bar on the side of Imgur shows several other modified screencaps and where to find them in the AMV 

01:00 Total reference to this video : https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WoYcx2lv9Ok

01:06 Get it. It’s funny cause it sank. 

01:10 - Lots of silly crack pairings can be seen here, Try to figure out the logic behind them. 

01:16 - This is actually my favorite crack ship of all time. I just want Shinji to end up with that sexy angel. 

01:20 Looots of 4chan post silliness 

1:23 Pretty much what you find on google images if you search HaruxRin 

1:26 Some of the side images here are pretty silly and very inside jokey. Some people refer to me as VixenAMV as a joke that with Anime 101. When the AMV Dissociation (Made by the fabulous irriadin) was released everyone thought the french editor StickyGaiden made it so theres that. The rest are some pretty hilarious pictures I found when I searched crack ships. The artist for the Trunks/Poco one is the username under it. 

1:36 Probably gonna have to release the images here for all the jokes to be read. The folder on the left is my actual project folder. 

1:45 Gonna release the twitter images too. But man, that lelouch post. 

1:54 Some really funny top searches on google there…lemme tell you. Spelling error is actually on purpose. Have you read those fan fics? 

1:58 - Some silly movie posters in the background.That bg you ask? It’s from Anime 101

1:59 Really silly but I’ve used this mask in 3 AMVs at this point. If you can name them good job. I just change the books she is holding each time. 

2:03 - The geass here is hand animated by me. It;s about 12 frames and was relitively fun to do. I always thought this clip would be perfect for it - so I am glad I got to use it,. 

2:06 : Covering up CC with a Dakimura. NAILED IT. 

2:09 This idea was given to me by the hilarious drewaconcluision. I am glad I ran with it. It got a really great reaction from live audiences. 

2:12 That flyer though. Very misleading. 


The Art of Seduction

Min Yoongi - You

Demon (Incubus/Succubus) Au

Genre: Suggestive (Slight Smut)

Word count: 1,210

A/N: Hello people of earth….After almost half a year here is another Yoongi story….You guys should definitely listen  Gain - Paradise Lost as you read this…fits it so well…..Anyways….Enjoy…

By the way….Can someone write some historical au for me please?? Like the lack of it is killing me slowly….

We, as human beings, are destined to look and search for the best, most beautiful and the most wanted.

We believe we can survive in this cruel and truly cold world if only we surround ourselves with these mortal possessions.

And thus the birth of art, music, literature, fashion and many more forms of beauty were unavoidable in this journey of seeking perfection.

One, however, proved itself to be different from the rest of them and as much as it is a form of art, it is also a powerful tool.

Powerful enough to cause all kinds of turmoil throughout the Roman Empire as the infamous Julius Caesar and later on a soldier with a godlike appearance, Mark Antony were almost blinded by this to the point they couldn’t care about anything else anymore, which led them to find their ends, in similar paths.

Powerful enough to disturb Louis XIV, in his final years, as a young man that appeared out of nowhere, used it with a little twist causing disturbance in his court and for gloomy king to send him to Bastille in order to feel secure once again. But what he didn’t expect was to see the unpleasant response it created among the ladies when the witty teenager was nowhere to be seen. The others were too stiff you see, but this bachelor, his eyes could read your deepest fantasies and needs, his hands too quick for an inexperienced boy, his tongue would whisper sweet nothings to your ear when everyone else was distracted.

It was a form of art only a few selected could master in their short lives.

He, luckily, was one of these selected few. But unlike others he didn’t need time.

A master at giving people something to fill the spaces that the society created on their souls and to give them whatever they lacked.

What people lack in life, one should know, is not more reality but illusion, fantasy, and play.

He had a peculiar outlook on life, a warrior like thinker, an opportunist and most importantly a great manipulator. His desire, nothing could compare to it in this world, infectious, helping him lure whomever he chose. A toy, an entertainer that transformed into something completely opposite when he was finally alone with his companion.

But he woke up alone every morning, just like the others, if one didn’t count the empty eyes and half open mouths that judged him from afar, reminding him who he really was.

He wasn’t always like this though, not at first.

Just like me, he was once innocent, lonely and was an outcast, overlooked by the society. When he couldn’t take the pressure and the words that caused him nightmares anymore, he took the same path all of us did.

A dark and painful one.

Straight to hell.

But he managed to put himself together and came back in order to collect the debt they owned him. The attention and the lust, the desire and the affection. Even if it only lasted for a few hours.

‘Love me’, he whispered as his hands found her delicate neck, ‘Be mine forever’, and wrapped themselves like a snake.  

Because thanks to his serpent like tongue, words were his greatest weapon and his strength. And by simply talking, he could drive one to the edges and take them back, play with their minds and show them a paradise. Only to break it down and destroy it when they reached the highest point.

All the legends, myths, religious texts and history itself acknowledged this.

His scent and the way his body moved was addictive for a lot, just like the woman that was now pleading and begging. His golden skin reflected the moon light as his companion became stiff under him, her last breath mixing with the air that smelled like vanilla and apple.

Leaving the wide lodge where I watched him, I climbed down the stairs slowly and took small steps, stopping when my arms finally reached his bare chest.

He was finally satisfied and was now breathing heavily with a disgusted look on his face. The classical architecture and the Greek columns matched his god like features and gave him an unworldly appearance.

He covered himself with silk once he settled on the sofa in the middle of the room, taking my hand and placing it on his cheek as I stood before him.

‘Are you finally at peace?’ I asked narrowing my eyes as he closed his ‘Yes’ he answered with a small smile ‘But I could give anything to have you instead.’

The art he mastered, sadly never worked on me, on us. Our kinds were bond to work together for eternity but never be one, as it; along with our reality was a taboo.

‘What a shame would it be if I had to share you.’ I replied settling on his lap ‘I am quite possessive as you know. But at the end you and I have to survive, no?

Most of us had to work within pairs, but our other half was never created at the same time, they would never give them to us from the start.

They had us work for them; overcome the pain and the loneliness we tried so hard to escape in our mortal lives. And then suddenly they would appear before us like a dream. We would learn their side of the story, what they had to go through to find us, and as a payback we would share our tales.

For centuries him and I worked like two sides of one coin and feed our lack of affection from mere humans that were unfortunate enough to cross paths with us. In this mansion of sorts, on top of a hill and near the ocean no one dared to look at.

When we finally found another poor soul that was wandering alone we didn’t hesitate to take it.

It was our job after all. To feed of off lust and desire.


The woman didn’t even question his motives when he started a small chat near the only road that led to where we stayed since the beginning of time, luring her towards the house and awakening the needs that were buried deep inside her.

We had many names, given by people that feared the day we would show up in their dreams.

Monsters, predators, evil spirits….Demons…

But whatever they dared to call us never affected our own perception.

‘If only we could love’ he started holding me close ‘Would you be mine forever?’


After all we were created to live and die for one thing.

The Art of Seduction.

I think I have something for mythical BTS…..So just like Boy Next Door Series….Should I turn this into a series of one shots as well?? Like Mythical BTS?? Demon Bts??

Can someone make an edit for this lol :D

If you guys could give me feedback I would be grateful!

Please know that English is not my first language so if you see a mistake you can message me privately.

The story is mine. Do not copy without my permission.

Anyway thank you for reading. Have a nice day!


Rich!Dex/Scottish!Dex continuation from this

Dex watched as Nursey’s eyes travelled up his body, get to his face, and then go wide eyed and shocked.

“Dex, what are you doing here?” Nursey asked somewhat shakily as he slowly stepped into the elevator. He was clearly uncomfortable about being in the lift with Dex. It pissed Dex off.

“Well Nurse, my family owns the joint so I guess it’s more a question of what you are doing here.” Dex bit back. He was annoyed. Now not only was he stuck with his crush. He was stuck with his crush who hated the idea of being around him, but Nursey had clearly been checking him out before he realised who he was, so you can bet damn well that Dex is going to stay slouching against the wall looking like a model out of a Clive Christian Cologne ad.

“Wait what, I though your parents were tight with money and stuff?” Nursey asked, sounding more confused and more uncomfortable every second.

“You just assumed.”

“But that grey and white top you always wear, it doesn’t even have a label.” Nursey was even starting to sound desperate.

The elevator began to slow down and honestly at this point Dex couldn’t decide if he wanted to punch Nursey in the face with his fist or his mouth. It didn’t help that he was standing there in a deep maroon suit with a black shirt and black shoes, with his facing looking all good and everything.

“That top is Gucci, I had a tailor remove the tag because it was scratchy and annoying.” And with that Dex shouldered past Nursey and walked out into the long corridor, he could hear Nursey leave it as well, mainly because he could hear Nursey trip as he left it.

“Heya.” Dex looked down to see his sister, dressed in gold gown that trailed behind her a little.

She leaned against him as they walked to the large dining hall where very loud chatter could already be heard.

“You’re not wearing heels are you?” Dex asked his sister without looking down.

“Maybe.” She replied.

“Were they ugly.” Dex asked. It had only happened once before, one of Dex’s cousins had been given some weird pair of feather heels that looked like a kids craft project.

“No, they were pretty, a pair of strappy gold Louboutin’s.” She mumbled back. Dex heard Nursey gasp, for a second he had forgotten the he was there.

“Is it because of your ankle?” Dex asked back.



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12 Days of Check, Please! Christmas

Day 4: Shopping for gifts (prompts by @nsfwzimbits)
a/n – if y’all notice any errors, I’m sorry. somehow all of the dictionaries got deleted from my word processor and I don’t edit nearly enough to catch everything. 

For the life of him, Dex had no idea what to get Jack for Christmas.

And it was all Nursey’s fault. As usual.

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Someplace to Call Home

Summary: Phan Highschool AU. Phil is somewhat reluctant when he is forced to do a project with the lonely, quiet kid. But soon enough, he realises that Dan is so much more than that. He has so much potential but unfortunately, the ghosts of his past stop him. Phil promises to help Dan.

Words (Chapter 4): 3k

TW: angst, self-harm, smut and mental illnesses.

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Distance Part 4

Here it is! Much earlier then I was expecting but I forgot about a dinner party I have to attend tonight. So, I got busy on finishing this up. 

I hope you love it! 


Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 

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After NYC, I started getting consistent job offers in LA, so I decided to rent a studio space near the beach. It was actually one of those industrial buildings turned apartments, but it was big, open and I could live and work in the same space, so it was perfect for me. The bedroom was separated from the rest of the space by walls that stopped 4 feet from the exposed beam ceiling. I set up a studio instead of a living room and had a few days of fun shopping to fill the kitchen and bedroom with necessities. It was the first time in over two years that I actually had a place of my own. I have been using my sister’s home as my permanent address while living out of a suitcase.

I was enjoying living in LA. Having the beach just a few minutes away was never something I thought I would enjoy, but I found myself getting up early to take morning jogs on the beach nearly everyday. It helped clear my mind and prepared me for my day ahead.

I spent many of my jogs on the beach thinking about the number that has been living in my phone since NYC. I have had Harry’s number for nearly 2 months but I just couldn’t even think about calling him. I had no idea what I would say. What would I even expect to come out of a conversation with him? I didn’t want to open old wounds. I was happy with my life, I didn’t want to mess that up by contacting the one person who broke that happiness.

I know I’m not the same girl I was 2 years ago. I learned a lot about myself. When you spend 2 years with only yourself as consistent company, you get to know yourself really well. I have so much more confidence and I had found joy in my life on my own. I know if I was in the same position now, I would not break the same way I did then. I was stronger, better, like I set out to become.

I had been in LA for nearly a month when I got an offer for another magazine cover. This time it was GQ. I had worked with them a few times in the past, but never for a cover shoot. I had a meeting with the editor about the look they were looking for an followed it with a meeting with their stylist who would be joining me for the shoot. I was excited to hear I would be working with Sam Smith. I loved his music and he was one of the few artists that could still make me a bit starstruck.

The day of the shoot, I took a little extra time on my appearance. Rather than my normal leggings and baggy shirt that I prefered to work in, I pick a pair of dress slacks that still have some movement and a stylish dress shirt. I felt like I should be a bit more professional. The shoot was at a studio that GQ rents out. It was chaos when I stepped inside the building. People were running to and from the studio, getting props set up and wardrobe in place. It seems that I wasn’t the only one excited about working with Sam Smith.

Sam arrived and after a short introductions, he was swept off too the wardrobe room. I took a few minutes to introduce myself to some of the crew, some of whom I’ve worked with in the past. Once Sam reentered the studio, I noticed right away that he was tense.

“This is a lot of people, don’t you think?” I winked as Sam and he shot me a relieved smile. I quickly shooed everyone but one lighting assistant and one stylist off to a lunch break. I found Sam personable and very friendly. We laughed and got along right off the bat. I didn’t have many friends in this city, and no one was from back home. It was nice to hear a familiar accent.

“I think we are done, Sam. You can go ahead and change out of that suit.” I powered down my camera and leaned over the computer, reviewing the last batch of shots. Everything looked really good. I would only have to do minimal amount of editing to get the lighting right.

“You are quite the specimen, Sam.” I laughed to him as he walked back into the room. “If you swung for the same team, I would be begging you to take me on a date.” He laughed.

“Hell, let’s go on a date anyway. Lunch? My treat?” He shot me an exaggerated wink.

“Oh, Mr. Smith, you do know how to woo a girl.” I laughed. “Sounds really nice, actually. Hearing your accent makes me a little less homesick.” I packed up my equipment and left the rest for the GQ crew to clean up.

Sam suggested a local place that he said was all the rave. We had only been sitting for a few minutes when someone called out Sam’s name. Expecting a fan, we both turned. My jaw almost dropped to see one of my other favorite artists walking towards our table. Ed Sheeran. I very rarely get starstruck, but Ed was sure to have me a stuttering mess. I knew he was friends with Harry, but I was always too nervous to accept Harry’s offer to introduce us.

Sam made quick introductions and before I knew it, Ed was shaking my hand and smiling into my eyes.

“You should join us?” Sam offered. Ed said he was meeting a friend but they would love to join us.

“Ah, speak of the devil.” Ed said, looking behind me. Sam and I followed his gaze and when my eyes met the green one looking back, my heart dropped.

Harry’s step faltered but he recovered and moved his gaze to Ed in greeting. They did the man hug and then turned as Ed introduced him to Sam. Then their eyes were all on me.

“Y/N.” He said, just above a whisper. I nodded my head in his direction and offered a soft smile, not trusting my voice. I saw Ed’s eyebrows go up in question over our greeting.  He looked to Harry for explanation. Harry simply shook his head. It seemed an unspoken message was received because Ed dropped it as we all sat down.

Ed and Sam carried most of the conversation with Harry only interjecting every once in awhile. I only spoke when directly asked something. Our food arrived and I was glad for the distraction.

I was picking at my salad, finding my appetite was lost.  I chanced a stolen look at Harry and felt a jolt go through me when my eyes were met with his. He was watching me from across the table. I felt my face flush and I looked back down at my food.

My phone started vibrating in my bag. I jumped to answer it.

“This is my next client, I need to take this. Excuse me.” I said quickly as I jumped up to take my call outside. My next client had her schedule clear up earlier than expected and they wanted to meet in an hour. I quickly agreed, glad for an excuse to leave lunch early. I turned to walk back into the restaurant and jumped when I found Harry standing a few feet behind me.

“Hey.” He said softly, taking another step closer to me.

“Harry.” I said warily. I wasn’t prepared for any sort of conversation with him.

“You’re leaving?” He indicated at my phone. I nodded. “Can we… I wanted to…” He stumbled over his words. Running his hand through his hair, he took a deep breath. “Can we please talk. I need to talk to ya. Please?” He sounded desperate.

"I don’t know, Harry.” I blew out a frustrated puff of air. “I’m not sure that’s a good idea.”

“Please, Y/N. I know I don’t deserve a second of your time, but I’m begging you. Please.” He looked like he was about to cry. His eyes were trained on the ground.

“OK.” I whispered. His eyes snapped up in surprise. I was surprised with my answer too.

“When? Tonight?” He was eager. He probably wanted to meet before I chickened out and changed my mind.

“I have this client for the rest of the day, it might run late. But I can do tomorrow evening.” His eyes lit up.

“OK, dinner, yeah?” I nodded. “Here, let me give you my address. Does 5 work?” I nodded again before opening the contacts on my phone and handing it to him.

“You’re already in there.” I mumbled. His eyebrows rose and he lifted his eyes to meet mine.

“Gemma?” I nodded. He offered me a half smile before opening his contact and adding his address.

“Thanks, I really need to go.” I indicated back towards our table after he returned my phone. I went in to say goodbye to the others. I couldn’t help but notice their curious stares at me and then back at Harry who was still waiting by the front doors.

“You good?” Sam asked quietly in my ear as we hugged goodbye.

“Yeah.” I nodded. “Just a blast from the past, you could say.” He pulled back and looked into my eyes.

“I take it you two have history? You could practically cut the tension in here, it was so thick.” I chuckled.

“Yeah. We have history.” I said softly and pulled away to give Ed a polite nice to meet you and goodbye.

I walked back to front and stopped in front of Harry. He didn’t say anything but he stepped forward and pulled me in for a hug. He took a deep breath.

“Thank you agreeing to meet me. I’ve spent that last two years wondering if I would ever see you again and suddenly you are here, standing in front of me and I can’t let you walk away without at least talking.” He pulled back from the hug and looked into my eyes.

Gemma had said he was torn up about everything but I never fully believe her until I saw the hurt in his eyes looking back at me.

“I’ll see you tomorrow.” I said softly before stepping back. “Bye Harry.” I stepped forward again and gave him a quick kiss on the cheek before turning to walk away. I took a few deep breaths to try to hold my emotions as bay.\

What did I just agree to?

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Castle of Facade - Part 6

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5
: “Bad boy” Calum Hood isn’t everything people make him out to be. Based on this.

When 4 o’clock rolls around, you’re parked outside of Calum’s house. It looks different, friendlier in the early evening light and a small part of your mind reminds you that appearance is relative.

Calum is already outside - waiting? you wonder - on the porch steps. He’s engrossed in his phone, from what you can see, but he knows he’s not paying attention as he scrolls through twitter. He sees you in his periphery but waits until you approach him to look up.

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The New Girl [2/4]

It’s back! How did you all like part 1? It was different, to say the least. Any guesses as to what part 2 is going to bring? Considering the way fic goes in this fandom, I’m sure you can figure it out. I’m just going to quit stalling and give you the words now. Fiction. Count: 3359.



“Mornin’ Han.” Mamrie spoke softly as she walked into the kitchen. After a few days of not leaving her room, her face had gained back some color and her hair was back to the stunningly vibrant red she was used to.

Hannah looked up from her mug of coffee, her eyes meeting lively green ones she felt she hadn’t seen in forever. “Hey Mametown!” The smile taking over the blonde’s face was wide and sincere. “You’re looking much better this morning.”

Mamrie walked over to the coffee pot, pouring herself a mug before joining her cousin at the table. “I’m finally feeling better. Whatever I ate screwed me up real bad.”

“Yeah, you were a mess in there,” Hannah screwed up her nose at the memory of Mamrie hugging the trashcan in her room. “It’s good to see you finally out of bed though.”

“I still can’t believe I missed almost an entire week of work.” Mamrie hid her face behind her hands. “Rick is going to kill me when I go in tomorrow morning.”

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