i wish i could go to their signing tomorrow in la

Eyes Closed (M)

G-Dragon: Angst/Small amount of fluff/Eventual smut

PART 2-A: The One About The Night Before

A/N: Crap sorry it’s so late you guys, I was trying to edit as fast as I could I swear! But if there are typos my bad lmao Anyway I feel like this one is a bit short but I hope you enjoy nonetheless! 

P.S. Part 2-B should be out some time tomorrow.

(Part One)||(Part 2-B)

Originally posted by s-tttop


       I woke up with a jolt and a cold sweat, feeling like the entire room was still spinning; physically feeling like I got hit by an eighteen wheeler. I brushed some of the mess of hair from my face and through half lidded eyes I tried to look around the room to make sure I didn’t end up in some stranger’s place; thankfully for my dignity I wasn’t but unfortunately for my ego, I wasn’t.

      “Ugh what time is it?” I groaned reaching for my phone on the nightstand. Fumbling around the nightstand the only thing my hand was met with was the touch activated lamp that blinded me with a bombardment of light. “Argh no!” I threw my arm across my face. I frantically hurried to shut off the lamp that felt like it was emitting the rays from the sun. Only managing to open one eye I looked around for my phone and discovered it was strewn on the floor with a mess of clothes and shoes. I groaned again not wanting to leave the comfort of the bed, I outstretched my hand nearly falling off the bed and quickly nabbed my phone and hauling myself back into my previous position under the covers. Pressing the home button to my phone I again was greeted with a flash bomb of light and covered my face with my hand; slapping myself in the process. Still adjusting to the light I peeked through my fingers desperately looking to find the time. ‘2:00 p.m. fuck’ With my phone unlocked I went wide eyed, ‘Shit, shit, shiiiit’ I thought; I had 17 missed calls and 10 voicemails from Saige. Looking for some kind of answer I scrolled through her text messages that only seemed to get more and more aggressive the further I scrolled along.

      ‘Alex where the hell did you go?’ <received 1:44 am>

      ‘Itsf o k im with djsaho’ <sent 1:52 am>

      ‘Ok bitch you are waaaaaaay too fucked up, where are you?’ <received 1:52 am>

      ‘Urd th e bitc yo bcht’ <sent 1:55 am>

      ‘I’m being serious Alex, if the paparazzi or some douche bag from the internet get a picture of you like this we are royally screwed’ <received 1:55 am>

      ‘Dnt wrry Gbe okie’ <sent 1:56 am>

      ‘Dont do this to me McMahon, WHERE ARE YOU????’ <received 1:56 am>

      ‘Byiii cee yu ntx wek’ <sent 1:57 am>

      ‘Wtf do you mean see you next week???’ <received 1:57 am>

      ‘Alex?’ <received 1:59 am>

      ‘HELLO?!’ <received 2:01 am>

      ‘ANSWER YOUR PHONE I KNOW YOU KEEP DECLINING THE CALL’ <received 2:05 am>

      ‘I swear to God when I see you I am going to kick your ass’ <received 2:06 am>

      ‘AND WHO TF IS DJ SAHO?! YOU SAID YOU WERE DONE WITH DATING DJS’ <received 2:06 am>

      ‘Oh my God Alexandra PLEASE JUST ANSWER YOUR PHONE IF YOU DON’T WANT TO TELL ME WHERE YOU ARE’ <received 2:10 am>

      ‘Ok somebody told me you went home with someone, for your sake I hope it was Jesus and not that DJ Saho or whatever’ <received 2:15 am>

      ‘Open the door! You know I can hear you and DJ what’s his face laughing!’ <received 2:30 am>

      ‘I don’t care that we are staying at the Palace Hotel Alexandra. I WILL break down this door if you don’t open up!’ <received 2:32 am>

      ‘OPEN THE DOOR’ <received 2:33 am>

      ‘No oo itd coolr ift yo u berki t don’ <sent 2:33 am>

      ‘I SWEAR TO GOD’ <received 2:34 am>

      ‘Fine see if I care when you end up on the cover of some Korean tabloid and Ji-Yong finds out you’re here’ <received 2:36>

      ‘wh att’ <sent 2:36>

      ‘Good night Alex :)))’ <received 2:37>

      Re-reading the last exchanges between us my heart felt like it started beating so fast that it was bound to burst right out of my chest any second. ‘Fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuuuuuuuuuuck. How could I have been so stupid?!’  I thought to myself. Normally I’d say I don’t care but that is far from where I am mentally. Suddenly I was brought out of my thoughts by a loud knocking on my door. Still paranoid with the thought of J-him seeing me I climbed out of bed and approached the door carefully. The closer I got to the door the more anxious I became; that mixed with the killer hangover that hit me like a ton of bricks was quite possibly the worst combination of things that could happen at a time like this. The knocking started to feel like the noise was pounding against my skull, wanting to rid myself of this monstrous beating on my brain I opened the door without hesitation. Only to be met with the last person I would ever think would show up at my door.

      “Alex?” he raised an eyebrow.

      “Tim?” I reciprocated.

      “Jesus H–no offence but Saige wasn’t kidding when she said you might look like you crawled out of Hell this morning”

      I clenched my jaw “Just come in before anyone else has to endure my ugly” I slammed the door shut behind him causing myself to wince at what sounded like an explosion went off in my brain.

      Trailing behind him I watched him maneuver his way over the mess that was all over the floor; just clothes and shoes in different piles scattered in every square inch of the room.

      “Jeez, you didn’t want to clean up first?” he said finally making it to the bed.

      Too exhausted to argue I rolled my eyes and plopped back on the bed beside him.

      “Man, guess you had a good night last night?” he smiled leaning back on his elbows.

      “Ugh, if this is what this hangover from Hell is indicating…I wish I hadn’t” I covered my eyes with my arm “When did you get in by the way? I thought you were going to be in Japan until tomorrow? And not that I don’t love you but why are you here in the first place?”

      He chuckled “To answer your questions: I got in about three hours ago, I had a change of plans aaand Saige sent me on a recon mission”

      “Why?”

      “She said and I quote ‘Dear God Tim would deal with her because I can’t take her after last night’ end quote” He chuckled again “Also seeing as two of my best friends just got here the night before and one of them was already causing trouble I decided that spending time with that girl in Japan was not really worth it…”

      I uncovered my eyes with a gasp “Oh my God, you are such a jerk–”

      “Relax” he put up his hand “whatever we had between us wasn’t really going anywhere anyway. I think she really just wanted to be with me so she could say she was with me. Seeing as who I hang out with nowadays, it’s getting harder and harder to figure out who wants to hang out with me for me and not for ‘Tim Drake, the DJ who so happens to be signed to Seungri’s music label so that must mean he is friends with BigBang’. I mean they’re not wrong, I am friends with them but still it the principle of the thing” he rolled his eyes.

      Merely looking at his face I could tell he was genuinely hurt, he was one of the nicest and most sincere people I have ever met and just knowing that my selfish wish somewhat came true made my heart hurt.

      “I mean I guess that’s what you get for being such a hot shot DJ with an attractive everything to match” I said trying to make light of the situation.

      “Shut up” he laughed “By the way, are you just gonna chill in your underwear the entire time or are you gonna put on a robe?”

      I looked down at my bra “Tim it’s not like it’s the first time you’ve seen me in my underwear. I think we are past that point in our friendship”

      “I mean I don’t have a problem, I just don’t want you to think I’m being a perv” he said sincerely.

      “I would never” I jokingly gasped and placed a hand on his shoulder “Anyway, tell me about your new life here: How do you like it? How’s it been? Besides that girl, how is your love life here? You know all that good stuff” I rolled over on my side to face him.

      “Its been..good?”

      “That doesn’t sound too convincing Timmoth” I squinted my eyes at him.

      He let out a small laugh “No I’m serious! Everything’s been great so far, minus the whole ‘love life’ thing” he air quoted.

      “So does that mean you and Chaerin still haven’t talked?” I rested my head on my arm.

      “Yes, that means I still haven’t talked to Chaerin. Honestly I don’t think that’ll ever happen. I mean I invited her to my party so the only thing I can do now is wait and see if she decides to show up. But I’m not going to be completely heartbroken if she doesn’t, at this point I’m used to getting the short end of the stick with her” he sighed.

      “She’ll show I’m sure of it, if there is one thing that sticks with you after breaking up with your boyfriend no matter how long ago it was you always remember those tiny details about them. She, I’m sure, is no different”

      “Don’t even get my hopes up” he playfully pushed my shoulder “Alright enough about my lackluster love life, what about you huh? I’ve only heard about your rendezvous through what people tag me in on twitter”

      I rolled on to my back again staring up at the ceiling “Ugh. I’ll just say it’s slim pickins in LA. I seriously feel like I’ve about dated everyone in Hollywood at this point. I’m just so bored with everyone there, Saige suggested we move to Manhattan for a while to get a change of scenery and…men”

      He let out another small laugh “Orrr

      “Or what?” I turned my head to face him.

      “Or you could come move here and not only would have a complete change of scenery but you’d get to be with me and also an entire new buffet of men to choose from” he wiggled his eyebrows “Ya know” he cleared his throat “I happen to know one or two, single, billionaire musical geniuses that–”

      “Ha-ha very funny” I interjected “don’t even go there Tim”

      “Oh come on Alex!” he put a hand on my shoulder “You’re gonna see him this weekend anyway, why prolong the inevitable?!”

      I brushed his hand off my shoulder.

      “Okay, okay I take it you’re still mad at me about me not telling you that he was coming until you were on your flight over here, but what was I supposed to do? If i had told you earlier you would have either A) not come at all or B) run out of the airport and go AWOL again!” he scrunched up his eyebrows.

      I took and deep breath and looked away from him.

      “And I couldn’t just not invite him when all of the other guys were going to be there, that would have looked super shady on my part. Besides I know you two have your issues, that you still refuse to tell anyone why you guys broke up about in the first place, but he’s also a homie”

      I turned back to glare at him “Okay well then why don’t you marry him then if he such a good homie?”

      “Very mature” he stuck out his tongue “look you and I both know I love you more than anyone in the entire universe, but you also gotta understand he and I are still cool. He’s also one of the biggest musical influences here and I’d really rather not get on his shit list”

      “Are you just doing this because you want me to talk to him?” I raised an eyebrow “What about girl code? If I hate someone you hate them right back, you don’t just hang out with them like it’s nothing and twiddle your thumbs up each other’s asses!”

      “First off, ouch how dare you say I broke girl code ” he pretended to act hurt “And secondly, I didn’t just do this because I wanted you two to talk…well actually that’s partially it…but that’s not the point! What matters is that we all enjoy ourselves this weekend and celebrate not only my day of birth but also my first album finally dropping; all while making sure it is completely drama free for everyone involved” he smiled.

      I crossed my arms and let out a big sigh.

      “Besides, I think after last night you don’t need anymore drama to be broadcasted out for the world to see”

      I sat up quickly “W-what do you mean?”

      “Oh, you haven’t seen?” he sat up with a concerned look on his face “Well ummm…here let me show you”

      ‘Oh God, Saige was right why didn’t my drunk ass just listen to her?!’ I thought to myself. ‘Oh man she really is gonna kick my ass when she sees me…’

      Tim, taking out his phone pulled up some news article that held embarrassing pictures of my drunk self with some guy. Thankfully most all of them were grainy and the pictures were kind of dark, all except for one.

      “What.the.f–” I let out a blood curdling scream.


      “Hyung, don’t get me wrong I just don’t think this is a good idea” Seungri tried for the thousandth time to pull Young-Bae back by his arm.
      “I already told you, we at least have to make sure he’s alive” Young-Bae said undeterred by the maknae’s actions “What are you so afraid of?”
      “And I already told you, if Ji-Yong Hyung is even possible of being conscious he is going to be pissed that we woke him up just to see if he’s still living and have us maimed!” the younger man pulled on his Hyung’s shoulder.

      The older man simply smiled “Not me”

      “Oh must be nice being the golden star best friend! In case you haven’t noticed, Ji-Yong Hyung loves to show me gestures of his affection by inflicting nothing but pain on me and therefore gaining some kind of sick pleasure from hurting me!”

      The older man stopped in his tracks causing the maknae to slightly bump into him “Seungri we’ve all been friends for longer than ten years, don’t you think if he actually wanted you dead he would have done it by now?” he smiled and continued walking.

      Seungri stuck in the spot that he stood thought before he spoke “You know that’s not actually very reassuring!” he called after his Hyung.

      Young-Bae now at the end of the hallway shot Seungri another smile but this one evoking an eye smile along with it. The maknae picked up his pace and swifty jogged to the older man’s position. Both now staring down the door to Ji-Yong’s condo they both were thinking about the repercussions of actually waking the dragon. Young-Bae not wanting to take the first blow pushed the younger man in front of him.

      “Well go ahead, knock on the door” he gestured with his hand.

      Seungri dramatically pointed to himself “Me? You want me to knock on the door?”

      The older man nodded.

      “Hyung were you not listening to anything I was saying back there?” he stared at Young-bae incredulously “Wow. you all must really want me out of BigBang, well it was nice knowing you”

      “Yah” the older man smacked him behind the head “Don’t be so melodramatic and knock on the door would you? And besides we can’t afford to lose you. You’re too important”

      The younger man rubbed the back of his head “Wah. do you mean that Hyung?”

      “Yea if we lose you then who else are we going to pick on? Dae-Sung? Not on your life” he said with a smug smile on his face.

      The maknae looked to the heavens and closed his eyes, cursing at his Hyungs in his head; the only place he was safe to do so.

      “Yah!” another smack to the back of the head “Quit being a dick in your thoughts and knock on the damn door!”

      Seungri went wide eyed; guess he wasn’t so safe in his own mind after all. He shakily raised his fist in the air toward the ever menacing black door. What laid beyond that threshold could either be a nice Ji-Yong welcoming them into his home or the actual Ji-Yong who was going to rip Seungri a new one for waking him. The maknae took a deep breath before he gave three small knocks.

      “Hyung?” he whispered.

      Young-Bae side eyed him “What human being in your right mind is going to be able to hear that?” The older man grabbed a hold of the maknae’s fist and raised it to pound on the door.

      “No, Hyung wait!”

      With not even a full knock, the door swung wide open. As if it were some cartoon, the two stuck both their heads over the threshold and looked inside.

      “Hello?” they said in unison.

      The two stood up straight and began to walk over the threshold at the same time only to get halted by squashing into each other. The older man glared at the maknae and shoved his shoulder to get by. Seungri merely rubbed his shoulder and closed the door behind him. Looking around the living room gave no impression of anyone actually living there, everything was perfectly in its place making it look like it was some kind of eerie museum.
      “Ji-Yong-ah?” Young-Bae called out peeking into every doorway.
      Seungri having already accepted his fate decided to go rifle around his Hyung’s things in his living room; picking up a sculpture here, touching a nicknack there, leaving fingerprints on his vinyl records…whoops, breaking off a piece of said sculpture.
      “Yah” Young-Bae called out to him.
      The maknae quickly put down the abstract sculpture and shoved the broken piece behind some books on the bookshelf. He looked to his Hyung who was whispering ‘he’s in there’ and pointing to the door that was left ajar.
Again as if the two were in some Scooby-Doo cartoon, they carefully tiptoed into the sleeping man’s room. There sprawled out all over the bed, with half of the sheets and comforter dangling off the bed, was the sleeping form of their best friend. With his mouth parted and a slight trail of drool coming out of his mouth Ji-Yong let out a loud snore that startled the maknae causing him to step back onto a squeaky cat toy; Young-Bae slapped him on his shoulder.
      “Yah! Are you trying to to get us killed?!” he whispered loudly.
      “I thought you said you had nothing to worry about!” Seungri loudly whispered back.
      “I don’t! I’m just worried about you” the two of them continued their whisper argument only to be startled again.
      “Yah! If you two are done pretending like I can’t hear you, you can both kindly get the fuck out” Ji-Yong lifted his head up sleepily.
      “Sorry” the other two said in unison.
      “What do you even want at this hour?” he said plopping his head back into his sea of pillows and tangled bed sheets.
      “It’s three in the afternoon” they said again in unison.
      Ji-Yong dazedly lifted his head again looking toward his window “No it’s not there’s no sun”
      Walking to the window Young-Bae pulled the curtains back “that’s because you live like a vampire and have black out curtains “
      “Yah!” Ji-Yong struggled to bury himself under his sheets “What are you trying to kill me?!”
      “Ok enough” the dreaded man walked to his bedside “we dealt with your drunk ass last night, it’s all been fun and games but now it’s time to wake the fuck up” he pulled him by the only foot that was sticking out of the covers.
      Ji-Yong clawing at his bed like a cat protested.
      “Come on man just get up!”
      “Do we have a photoshoot?” he asked in a muffled voice with his face firmly planted onto the mattress.
      “No?”
      “Music video shoot?”
      “No?”
      “An interview?”

      “No?”

      “A record to write?”

      “No, Ji-Yong why–”
      “Then I have no good reason be even be conscious” he said taking his foot back “
      “Seriously man come on, Seungri and I–”
      “Seungri?” Ji-Yong quickly lifted his head and snapped it in in their direction.
      “Yea Seungri, who the hell else did you think I was arguing with?”
      “I don’t know Young-Bae, I’ve stopped questioning the voices”
      The other two glanced at each other raising an eyebrow.
      The dazed man rubbed his face with his hand “Ok I’ll bite, why the fuck are you here?”
      “Because you can’t keep living like this! I hardly get to see you when we’re not on tour or doing some kind of press junket or variety show, even then we pretend like everything is all ok when it’s not. All you do is drink yourself stupid, complain while you’re drunk, smoke so much that I swear one of these days you’re going to need an iron lung support or something!  It’s like the Kwon Ji-Yong I grew up with doesn’t even exist anymore!”
      Ji-Yong pursed his lips “Tsk. What are you my girlfriend all of a sudden? Get in line you’re not the only one who noticed. Any other complaints or can I just go back to sleep?”
      The dreaded man let out a heavy sigh “Pfft. yea right we’d all know where that would go real fast…” he said under his breath.
      “What was that?” he threw off the covers hopping off the bed and walking to square up to his best friend.
      Seungri, having been silent the entire time, noticed this was going to take a turn for the worse and intervened before any fists went flying.
      “Ji-Yong Hyung”
      He turned to glare at him.
      “Young-bae Hyung” he held up his hands between the two “Why don’t we just go to the kitchen and get some food and some coffee in you guys huh? We can eat a little, talk a little…not using harsh words…and just get rid of the bad energy from last night”
      The two older men glanced at each other “fine..” they said in unison and headed out toward the kitchen.
      “Hey Hyung” the maknae trailing behind the two spoke up again “Don’t you wanna maybe change out of your clothes from last night?”
      Ji-Yong stopped in his tracks to glare at him.
      “N-nevermind…”
      Along the way Ji-Yong stopped to boot up his laptop that was sitting on the kitchen island then made a b-line for the coffee maker and his pack of cigarettes. Young-Bae simply leaned against the furthest wall and looked down at his feet, still fuming about his little spat with his best friend. Seungri, even in everyday situations, made his way into the kitchen last. He caught a glimpse of his Hyung’s laptop screen and immediately stopped mid-step.
      Ji-Yong raised an eyebrow “what did some porn pop up or something?” he asked lighting his cigarette
      “N-no. just a picture of” he cleared his throat “Kim Tae-Hee popped up” he gave a weak smile.

      The older man gave him a questioning look “Ahh ok?” and turned to ash his cigarette in the ashtray before him. His fingers slightly trembling from the actions of the previous night caused him to accidentally drop his cigarette into the sink.
      “Aish!” he hollered as he threw his now soggy cigarette into the bin and turned away from the other two to light another one.
      The maknae, wide eyed, looked to his other Hyung as a plea for help. Trying to subtly beg the dreaded man with his eyes that he needed him to distract Ji-Yong while he closes out of the webpage on the laptop’s screen; needless to say his actions were lost in translation. Young-Bae not understanding what the younger man was trying to tell him raised an eyebrow and mouthed ‘what?’, Seungri balled his fists in silent frustration and turned the screen toward his oblivious Hyung and emphatically pointed to the news article that blatantly held pictures of ‘DO NOT CALL HER’ in the arms of a man that wasn’t Ji-Yong and at the same exact club they were at the night before no less! Young-Bae went wide eyed and quickly dashed in the direction of the unsuspecting man before he could turn back around; he put his arm around his shoulder. Ji-Yong feeling suspicious about his two friend’s actions wasn’t sure what to think; truthfully he didn’t want to think at all he’d much rather be back in bed ignoring everyone.
      The maknae glanced as his two Hyungs talked it out and as Young-Bae took it upon himself to have a death grip on Ji-Yong’s shoulder forcing him to look out the window as he poetically described the meaning of their friendship to him. Seungri acting quickly turned the laptop back toward him and carefully closed the article but not before looking at all the pictures and reading the headline. ‘Alexandra McMahon Out Partying in Seoul With Mystery Man: Keep reading for pictures below’. Oh shit he was really going to be in trouble now.

Personal Assistant

anonymousasked:

But what if you were Jeff’s PA and Harry’s always about for meeting etc and you notice him staring at you a little longer but you’ve never had much to do with him and think nothing of it, just another guy celeb looking at the secretary for longer than normal. Then one day you have to drive him somewhere cause Jeff forgot to tell you he’d need a car…

Warnings: None, smut hinted at but no actual smut | 8.2k



You’ve been in the office only an hour and a half and your hair is already tied up in a pony tail. It had been falling down in soft curls around your shoulders, styled that way after your appointment at the hairdressers the previous afternoon. However, a barrage of emails and a non-stop phone line meant it was quite simply annoying within thirty minutes of being at your desk. Normally by this time you’d have filtered through all the emails, sorting them into things that need dealing with before your second coffee and things that can wait. This morning your first coffee, from the place down the road, is untouched and probably cold in it’s takeaway container.

‘Come on Y/L/N in here.’ The voice of your boss pulls you from the email you’re halfway through reading and you turn in your chair to see him entering the office from the door behind you, not alone. You sigh grabbing your conference pad from one of the trays on your desk, your pen and the pile of paperwork that he has actually got to deal with himself. You’re not completely surprised Harry’s here on Jeff’s first day back in LA after a business trip to New York, but you half wish Jeff was alone so you could make a start on some paperwork with him.

Harry holds the door open for you and you smile a thanks as you walk past him taking your usual chair opposite Jeff at his desk. Harry sits in the chair next to you and you don’t miss his stare that lingers over you for a little longer than you’d think acceptable. You cross your legs laying your notepad on your lap and relax a little in the chair. You’ve been working for Jeff for over a year now so you’ve met Harry several times, but each time the lingering stare catches you out and you feel your heartbeat speed up a little inside your chest.

After two years of working your butt off in London to get as much experience under your belt as you could, you finally decided to take the leap and head off to sunny LA to try and bag your dream career. You were there, working in a juice bar for two months before you got the call from Jeff’s office for an interview. You never thought you’d get it, you knew you were exactly what Jeff was looking for, you had the experience and you two hit it off straight away so you knew you could work not just for him but with him, but there were always people better than you. Jeff didn’t think so, within an hour of leaving the interview room you had a call from him telling you the job was yours if you wanted it. As if you’d turn it down.

A year later and you were still there. The pay was good, the perks were good and Jeff was a good boss, and actually hadn’t turned out to be much less than a friend. Though you rarely socialised outside of work, your working relationship was ideal. You both knew how to work hard and play hard and though you shared plenty of banter you knew when it was time to get to work and you both knew the line.

‘You can keep your eyes off her Styles, she’s my pretty assistant, not a chance you’re stealing her off me.’ Jeff joked as he waited for his computer to load both you and Harry chuckling though admittedly slightly uncomfortable but not from Jeff’s words. He often called you his pretty assistant, and some might think that demeaning, but you both knew you were much more to him than that. You both knew he wouldn’t last a day on his own in the office without you. However, Jeff catching Harry staring at you, the same way you had, though you’d decided not to address it,not to even return the gaze, made the situation feel awkward.

‘How was New York?’ You asked, quickly changing the subject, flashing Jeff a smile.

‘It was good, you’ll be coming next time.’ Jeff told you and you snorted a laugh.

‘You say that every time.’ You reminded him and he did. Jeff laughed and you heard Harry let out a noise that sounded a little like laughter but was too quiet and almost under his breath for you too really tell.

‘How’s it been here?’ He asked and you could see he was in business mode now and genuinely wanted to know.

‘All fine,’ You told him with a smile. You stood and placed the mountain of paperwork on his desk, you didn’t miss the eye roll. ‘They all need signing, the top ones by tomorrow, the rest by the end of next week latest.’ You knew he didn’t miss the warning in your voice as he nodded having a quick flick through the paperwork. ‘Davey’s called literally everyday, I can’t fob him off much more Jeff.’ You said sitting back down, he nodded again and you could literally see him thinking.

‘You can see the cogs turning can’t you.’ Harry joked, this time the laughter in his voice more obvious. You turned to look at him and smiled, giggling. You and Harry never really spoke just the odd comment here and there, it wasn’t just Harry, you didn’t converse with many of the clients or people Jeff dealt with. Just enough to be polite and for them to feel comfortable if they had to wait outside Jeff’s office where your desk was, on it’s own.

‘Oi.’ Jeff said looking to Harry and you laughed again. ‘Send him an email for now, tell him I’m back from New York I’m thinking it over and I’ll call him next week.’ You nodded making a note on your pad. ‘Anything else I need to know urgently.’ You shook your head. ‘Great, what time’s Harry’s car coming?’ You raised your eyebrows looking directly at Jeff who shrugged. ‘Why are you looking at me like you don’t know what I’m talking about?’ He asked and you shook your head.

‘Cause I don’t know what you’re talking about Jeff.’ You told him honestly. And Jeff sighed.

‘I told you before I left Harry needed a car after our meeting-’

‘Nope, I didn’t even know Harry was going to be here this morning.’ You told him butting in. For the first few months if you knew Jeff was in the wrong you’d let him get away with it, he was the boss that’s how it worked, but he told you not to. He’d told you it wasn’t your fault if he’d made a mistake and you had to let him know because it wasn’t fair for you to get the blame. It took a little while for you to get your head around it, you’d never challenged a boss over something before, they were your boss after all but eventually you got used to it.

‘Oh shit.’ Jeff said scraping his hands through his black hair. You looked to Harry who was staring at Jeff a slightly amused grin on his face. He caught your eye and winked, you simply and quickly looking away. ‘Ok you’re going to have to take him Y/N.’ You looked at Jeff eyebrows raised. ‘Don’t look at me like that, I know it’s my fault but I can’t take him I’ve got that other meeting.’ You sighed. Jeff rarely forgot things but you never did and you knew this wasn’t your mistake but you also knew you couldn’t say no. There was a line.

‘What time?’ You asked looking at the clock. You still had emails to get through sorting yet, you hadn’t even started replying to them and it was already 10.30.

‘The meeting is at 11.30, leave here about quarter past.’ Jeff told you and you nodded. ‘To make it up to you I’ll have these done by the time you get back.’ Jeff said pointing at the pile of paperwork in front of him. You chuckled and shook your head.

‘No you won’t.’ You told him knowing well enough that Jeff wouldn’t start signing the paperwork until at least an hour before you needed them done. Jeff tried to challenge you, but you turned to Harry and interrupted. ‘Harry I bet you a year’s salary that Jeff won’t have that paper work done by the time I get back.’ Harry chuckled and looked back to Jeff who also had a smile on his face.

‘Fine, well thanks for that, you can go now.’ Jeff said to you an amused tone in his voice. You stood and left the room your smile instantly dropping. Driving Harry anywhere was not on your to do list ever, let alone today when it was the busiest day of your week. You just wanted to get everything finished and tied up so you could go home on time and enjoy your weekend without worrying about what you’d left behind.

You slumped into your chair at your desk and peered through the window between yours and Jeff’s office. The blinds were slightly open meaning you could just about see into Jeff and Harry’s meeting. Harry was relaxed back in his chair, you couldn’t see much of him but you could see his side profile and the index finger of his left hand that he had resting on his lips. He nodded his head every now and again as Jeff spoke. It was when Jeff turned his head to his computer screen that Harry turned his to the window and saw you staring. You quickly looked away to your own screen, feeling your cheeks reddening, but not missing Harry’s smug grin. You dropped your head into your hand so if he was still staring all he could see was the back of your head and you pretended to busy yourself with emails whilst you waited for the embarrassment from being caught staring to fade.

It would be a lie to say you didn’t find him attractive. How could you not? He had eyes you could drown in and a bone structure that could cut you. He was darkly intriguing but kind and warm. You couldn’t help yourself but look at him from time to time. It wasn’t a crush it was just an admiration of a good looking man.

You ploughed through your emails for the next hour, replying to as many as you could and making a note of the most important ones to get around to when you got back. You answered the phone every three minutes only to tell the caller that Jeff was in meetings all day but you’d take a message and get him to call them back. And you would try but you’d ultimately fail. Anyone who Jeff really needed to talk to would call his mobile if it was urgent, anyone else could call the office and try again at a later time. Five past eleven didn’t take long to roll around and you hadn’t got nearly as much done as you wanted and you knew it was highly unlikely you’d get out of the office by quitting time.

You took yourself off to the bathroom for a freshen up, grabbing your bag from under your desk as you went. Checking yourself in the mirror you took your hair out of the tie holding it in its ponytail and letting it fall down around your shoulders however it wanted to. You moved it around a little so it didn’t look so much like you’d just woken up until you were happy. You were pleased to see the small amount of makeup you chose to wear to work was still in place. You quickly added a swipe of your new favourite lipgloss before spritzing your neck and wrists with your perfume and leaving the bathroom.

As you made your way through the office back to yours you could see Jeff and Harry already standing in your part of the office talking. You opened the door with your smile holding your bag down by your ankles and moving a little closer to Harry and Jeff. They both looked at you as you approached them and you knew they could tell something was different than when you were in Jeff’s office earlier but you weren’t sure they could tell what.

‘Here take the Rover.’ Jeff said dangling a set of keys on his finger. You recognised them from the few times Jeff had left them on your desk for the mechanic or the valet to come and collect the car. You took them from him and held them in your hand a little nervous at driving something that probably cost more than your apartment. ‘And treat yourself to lunch.’ He added flicking some plastic towards you - the company credit card. You took it from between his index and middle finger.

‘Thanks.’ You said with a slight smile. ‘And if you get a chance that paperwork really does need doing by tomorrow.’ Jeff nodded knowing you were being serious about it now. He said goodbye to you before turning to Harry to wish him goodbye also, although you didn’t hear their parting conversation as you headed for the door. You stood with your back to the door holding it open, waiting for Harry to join you.

‘Alright love?’ He asked and you nodded as you turned walking out of the office space toward the lift. Harry following you and the rest of the walk there silent. Harry pressed the button to summon the lift and you both stood staring at the closed doors waiting for them to open. They finally did and Harry outstretched his hand motioning for you to go first you thanked him with a smile and stepped into the lift turning back to the door, Harry joining you seconds later and standing next to you. The small space of the lift meant you could feel the heat radiating from his bare arms onto yours, a feeling which quickly spread through you.

‘I prefer your hair down.’ Harry said his voice taking you slightly by surprise despite his soft, slow, drawling voice. You looked up at him from your height disadvantage despite the slightly heeled boots you were wearing and he was already looking down at you to meet his eyes, a coy smile on his face.

‘Thanks.’ You said creasing your eyebrows. ‘I think.’ You added slightly unsure how to take it

‘It’s definitely a compliment.’ He assured you to which you simply nodded looking back away from him towards the door and the buttons of the lift which were blinking out as you lowered down the floors too slowly for your liking. ‘You can talk to me y’know.’

‘I know, I’m just not exactly sure what to say.’ You admitted as cooly as you could. The doors of the lift opening and you making your way out into the main lobby  ‘This way.’ You instructed walking towards the car park of the building rather than the main entrance that Harry was obviously used to entering through judging by the way he went to leave the building.

‘Well whatever you’d say to anyone else, I am a normal person.’ You simply nodded in response to his statement as you pushed the door open into the dark car park, lit by dim orange lights. ‘Come on you can talk to Jeff the way you did back then you can talk to me, he’s way more scary than me.’ Harry challenged walking behind you, following you towards the Range Rover parked in the same space it always was.

‘Maybe but I know Jeff a lot better than you.’ You reminded him hitting the button on the key fob to unlock the car. You walked around to the driver’s side and hopped in, Harry already in with his door shut by the time you did so. He was looking at you as you closed your own door, pulled your seatbelt on, started the car and chucked it in drive.

‘What do you know about Jeff that you don’t know about me?’ Harry questioned. You realised he’d simply been waiting for you to be in a position to concentrate on the conversation once again as now you were driving out of the car park his eyes were on the road rather than you.

‘Your birthday, your coffee order, your girlfriend’s name, basically everything.’ You told him as you pulled out into the stream of traffic. ‘Can you grab my sunglasses from my bag?’ You asked, the LA sunshine blinding you slightly. Harry reached behind your seat pulling your bag onto his lap and rummaging around until he found the Ray Ban case and pulled the sunglasses out handing them to you. You put the tortoise shell framed, pink polarised lenses on quickly checking yourself in the rear view before focusing completely on the road. Only realising afterwards that considering you were having an argument about not being able to talk to him to because you didn’t know him well enough, that you’d just asked him to do something quite forward. You shrugged it off concentrating on driving and listening to Harry’s response who seemed to think nothing of your request.

‘Ok so first of February, americano iced or hot depends on the weather, with milk if I’m feeling crap, no girlfriend.’ Harry reeled the list of like it was second nature and you nodded along taking it in. ‘So now we can talk normally?’ He questioned, looking at you again, you smirked slightly before responding.

‘I guess cause I mean there’s like literally nothing we don’t know about each other now.’ Your voice was dripping with sarcasm and you were glad Harry saw the humour in it, chortling to the side of you and looking out of his window.  ‘Sorry, so nervous for your meeting?’ You asked changing the subject not wanting him to think you were a complete narcissistic bitch.

‘Not particularly just finalising some things.’ He told you nonchalantly, scrunching up his nose to add to the offhand-ness of the comment.  ‘Let’s not talk about work hey?’ He asked and you agreed with a bow of your head. ‘So what about you birthday, coffee order, boyfriends name?’

‘Twenty first of June, large cappuccino, no boyfriend.’ You told him well aware you were both flirting with the idea of flirting with one another and now you’d both affirmed the pair of you were equally single you felt the atmosphere change slightly.

‘Get out of town no boyfriends, what are you talking about?’ The exaggerated shock in Harry’s voice made you giggle and you shook your head.

‘Are you flirting with me Harry?’ You asked calling him out but he didn’t blush or sink back.

‘Maybe a little, would it be such a bad thing?’ He asked suavely. You shook your head this time flicking your eyes in his direction, away from the road just for a second. ‘That’s good.’ He smiled confidently. ‘I saw you staring earlier.’ He said cockily and you glanced at him again. He was staring at you now, his tongue resting on his left canine tooth.

‘I saw you staring earlier.’ You quipped and he let out a throaty chuckle.

‘Fair enough.’ You felt a coy smile taking over and you chewed on your mouth to prevent it being seen.  ‘So maybe I could take you for dinner?’ He proposed with confidence.

‘I’m not sure that would be appropriate.’ You told him any sort of smile leaving your face. It was a bit of fun in the car but you knew that’s all it could be.

‘What do you mean?’ Harry was clearly a little taken aback, the slight drunkenness in his voice having now disappeared.

‘Well I work for Jeff and you’re Jeff’s client, I think that might be overstepping some boundaries.’ You explained regretting the admission but knowing it was right.

‘Oh come on Jeff wouldn’t mind.’ He implored, begging with you almost without actually begging. ‘We wouldn’t have to tell him if that would make you feel better.’ Harry suggested raising his eyebrows, you saw out of the corner of your eye.

‘I can’t Harry, sorry.’ You ascertained finally.

‘Oh come on, we’re having a good time, you don’t want to carry on?’ He flirted with conviction clearly trying to win you back around. You could hear the lustful playfulness in his voice and the way he let his words draw out even more than normal. You ignored the way it made you feel and shook your head. ‘It’s only dinner.’ He added less flirtatiously and slightly more agitated.  

‘We’re here.’ You said bringing an end to the pointless back and forth. ‘I’ll sort a car out to come and get you.’ You informed him as he unclipped his seatbelt.

‘You mean you’re not picking me up?’ He asked turning to you and letting his hand fall on your mid thigh. It almost burned but you didn’t flinch away, just swallowed and shook your head. ‘Well that’s a shame, I’ll talk to you later.’ You nodded, at least letting him belief he would as he squeezed your thigh clearly enjoying watching the effect he was having on you take over before he opened the car door drawing his hand back of your thigh and closing the door behind him. Disappearing away.

‘Shit.’ You hissed checking your wing mirror before driving off down the road not even looking to check Harry had gone into the building.

You grabbed a salad and an iced latte to take back to the office and ate it at your desk in between replying to emails. Jeff didn’t leave the office to welcome you back, or for the majority of the afternoon apart from to grab himself some food and a coffee. He took the car keys and credit card back off you when you returned but that was the most interaction you had. You could see into his office that he was working through the pile of paperwork in between phone calls and you smiled gratefully even though he couldn’t see you. Your company phone buzzing on your desk distracted you from the five minutes you were taking to enjoy the last of your salad.

Wishing you’d just said yes? Harry

You rolled your eyes as you read the message not even needing to get to the signature to know who it was from. You dropped your fork back into the plastic bowl and leant over the device so you could reply without Jeff seeing you using the phone. He’d only question it, he knew as well as you did that you rarely used it. You hated Jeff for a second for giving Harry the card that detailed your work mobile number as well as his own but you knew this wasn’t really his fault.

This is a work phone Harry

Let’s hope Jeff doesn’t tap your messages then

Harry seriously

Well give me your number so we can organise dinner

No Harry I told you

Fine I’ll just keep bugging you here then

Did you like my hand on your thigh earlier?

Ok that’s enough

I thought you were meant to be a nice guy,

I am

You’re blackmailing me into this

Only cause I know deep down you want to

Fine one dinner that’s it

Great I’ll pick you up from the office after work

I need to get changed

Ok text me your address and I’ll pick you up at 8

Ok

If you don’t I’ll be outside the office

You are blackmailing me

You love it

You smiled despite yourself, Jeff’s office door opening distracting you. You locked the phone as discreetly as you could, beaming a smile at Jeff to divert his attention.

‘What’s wrong with you?’ He asked and you shook your head as he handed a pile of paperwork over the desk to you. ‘Half way through’s pretty good hey?’ You nodded and giggled.

‘Thanks, that’s great I’ll get them sent off.’ Jeff nodded thanking you as you put them in the appropriate tray in your desk organiser. ‘You off?’ You asked him noticing the keys in his hand, the same ones you’d held onto earlier.

‘Yeah, feeling it a little after the flight.’ You chuckled rolling your eyes mockingly at Jeff. You didn’t miss the humoured smile he flashed. ‘Don’t hang around here too late tonight, if you’re still here at 5.30 I’m docking pay.’ He winked and you shook your head.

‘Have a nice weekend, I’ll see you Monday.’ He nodded wishing you the same before walking out of your office. Once he’d gone you quickly texted Harry your address from your own mobile and deleted his texts from the work one. You ignored his reply, determined to get through the rest of your emails in the last half an hour or your day.

Five thirty came around and you decided for once you’d take Jeff’s advice and leave on time with a few things still left to do but nothing that couldn’t wait. There were a couple of people still in the main office as you left and you wished them goodbye with a slight wave heading down the same way you and Harry had gone earlier to your own, far less glamorous, car. You couldn’t help but notice how much less entertaining the walk was as well as the car journey back to your apartment.

By the time you got home the sun had long set and the air had chilled to something that would have been comfortable back home in London but now, you were accustomed to LA weather, felt chilly. You headed into the apartment of your building choosing to take the stairs the guilt of the gym membership that hadn’t been used for two weeks now weighing heavy on you.Your apartment was dark when you got in, the blinds for the only window in the open plan living-kitchen-diner, shut. You turned the light on and headed for the fridge cracking open the bottle of white wine in the door deciding a glass of dutch courage was just what you needed ahead of your ‘date’.

You showered quickly trying your best not let your hair get even a drop of water on it. You had it secured on top your head and wore a shower cap as well that you’d received as a joke and only used a couple of times previous. Your hair still looked reasonable from the hairdressers and you knew not having to do anything to it would take a good percentage of time off how long it would take you get ready. Following your shower you laid on your bed for some time in only your towel scrolling through social media and enjoying your glass of wine. It wasn’t until a text from Harry flashed up telling you he was on his way that you decided it was about time you got up and got dressed. You knew what you wearing and it didn’t take you long to find the black jeans and white off the shoulder, silk blouse. It was simple but fail-safe. You went for simple makeup as always, a thin layer of foundation, a little concealer under your eyes and on any blemishes, some bronzer to help you look less tired, a few coats of mascara and eyebrow pencil just to fill in the gaps.You swiped a nude lip paint on just as your door bell rang. You smiled happy with the timing, never having been someone who liked to wait around. You spritzed on some perfume before heading to the door. You left your apartment with a bag containing your keys, phone and purse and that was it.

Harry was stood at the door of the apartment complex, you didn’t catch his eye but noticed his all black outfit. Black skinny jeans, the same as every time you’d seen him, a black shirt and a black silk scarf underneath probably tied lower down underneath the shirt where you couldn’t see. You smiled from the other side of the door before opening it. Harry smiled sweetly back as you joined him on his side of the door leaning down and politely kissing both your cheeks, the door closing by itself behind you.

‘You look incredible.’ He told you confidently and honestly you smiled bashfully thanking him.

‘You don’t look to bad yourself.’ He led you towards the car that was still running and waiting for you both. ‘Where are we going?’ You asked, Harry holding the car door open for you so you could slide in. He slid in beside you closing the door before the driver pulled away.

‘Just a quiet little place I know.’ He told you and you believed him. You could imagine dining in the busy restaurants in the city only got annoying when people recognised you all the time. You were interested to see where you’d end up but relaxed back in the seat just going with it and not prying anymore into the location of the restaurant. The drive was fairly quiet asking about each other’s afternoon that you both could have guessed the answers to but not wanting to really talk when the driver could so blatantly hear your conversation.

‘Here we are Mr Styles.’ The driver said turning the interior lights of the car on. Harry opened the door thanking the driver as he slid out, you followed him and joined him on the pavement. Harry stuck his head back in the car talking to the driver and you took the time to take in the restaurant. You could tell it was an Italian but it wasn’t one you’d noticed before and you knew it wasn’t going to be super fancy. It looked dark and quiet and you wondered how Harry had found it. When he joined you again he laid his hand on your lower back, pushing the silk of your top against the bare skin there.

‘Ok love?’ You nodded as you had earlier when he asked the same question back in the office but with less anxiety in your stomach. He directed you towards the entrance of the restaurant as expected pulling the door open for you and letting you enter first. The restaurant was warm and a fair few of the tables were full but they were too engrossed in their own food to notice you and Harry enter. The dim lights cast shadows around the place that made it feel more traditional than other, chain Italian restaurants you’d been in.

‘Ah Harry how are you?’ A loud Italian voice bellowed and you turned to it. A young Italian man was approaching you, his black hair slicked back and dressed in a white shirt and black trousers. You looked up at Harry who had a cheerful grin spread across his face, his cheeks dimpled and his perfect teeth on show. ‘Ah a lady friend tonight, you have come to the perfect place for romance young Mr Styles.’ Harry chuckled at the man who was now stood in front of you looking from you to Harry.

‘You got the normal table Tony?’ Harry asked and the man you now knew the name of nodded telling you both to follow him. Harry touched your back again and you followed Tony around the restaurant to a much quieter spot, no one else on any of the tables around. Tony stood next to a small booth, raised slightly and designed for two diners. You smiled and slid in Harry doing the same opposite you.

‘Your menus.’ Tony said placing menus down on the table and looking at Harry. ‘Your normal wine Mr Styles?’ Harry nodded muttering a thanks before Tony gave a slight bow and left you to it.

‘You come here a lot huh?’ You commented with a cheeky grin. Harry chuckled and nodded.

‘One of the only places I can eat around here without getting papped.’ He admitted grabbing a menu and handing the other to you. You thanked him glancing at it quickly. You had to wonder how many other girls he’d bought here but you tried not to think about the ones you knew he’d been associated with and the potential others you knew nothing about and instead decided to focus on enjoying an evening out with who was, essentially, a stranger.

‘You do like Italian right?’ Harry asked a slight concern in his voice. You nodded quickly reassuring him.

‘Yeah love it.’ You told him emphatically and he smiled glancing back at the menu. ‘What’s good?’ You questioned him, doing the same and scanning the items on the menu. Of course some of it you recognised but others you didn’t.

‘Well what do you fancy, pizza, pasta, meat, fish?’ He asked you dropping his menu slightly so he could look you. You thought about it, pursing your lips in as you did so.

‘I’ll tell you what, you order for me.’ You challenged with a cocky smile. Harry raised his eyebrows and grinned.

‘Ok fine, you’re not allergic to anything are you?’ He asked and you shook your head. He smiled dropping his menu completely and sliding it back to the end just as Tony returned with the bottle of red. He poured a little in Harry’s glass for him to taste which Harry did, you stifling a giggle as he imitated someone who knew what they were doing. Harry chuckled and told Tony it was fine allowing Tony to fill both your glasses.

‘Are you ready to order?’ Tony asked and Harry nodded lifting the menu.

‘Can we just get two of those please?’ Harry pointed to something on the menu you couldn’t see, Tony nodded with a grin before walking away again. Harry looked back to you with a smile. ‘It’s my favourite I think you’ll love it.’ You smiled back and took a sip of the wine.

You continued to quiz each other until the food arrived. Harry entertaining you with stories that you couldn’t match, he’d lived a far more exciting life than you have but even so he asked you about it and seemed genuinely interested when you talked about yourself, laughing in all the right places and nodding along, looking at you as you talk, dropping your eyes to the glass of wine you’re holding onto lightly. You almost feel slightly sad when you see Tony rounding the corner towards you with your food. That doesn’t stop him though he continues to ask you a last couple of questions and talk like you’ve got hours until you’re interrupted.

‘Two beef and red wine ravioli.’ Tony said making it sound beautiful when he says it with his un-effected Italian accent. He places one plate down in front of you both, you smile thanks shaking your head when he asks if he can get you anything else before he disappears again.

‘It looks lovely’ You comment still wearing a smile looking at the plate of pasta parcels coated in a rich red sauce. Harry nods picking up his fork and tucking in. You doing the same taking the first bite, the taste on your tongue incredible. You nod to Harry’s questioning look, swallowing so you can tell him how good it is. ‘It’s delicious.’ He smiles proudly and continues to eat.

It wasn’t until Harry interrupted you both half way through your meal to ask for another bottle wine that you realised between you, you’d already finished the first. You allowed him to fill your glass again as you continued to talk and finish your plates. It wasn’t until halfway through the second bottle that you felt Harry’s foot find your leg, intertwining them and grazing his booted foot and up and down your calf. It wasn’t until you finished eating you noticed the effect the wine was having on you. Your head was light, not spinning but not completely normal, you were sure you’d have to stand slowly when it finally came to it.

‘Good?’ Harry asked moving both your plates to the end of the table, both empty. You nodded wiping the corners of your mouth with your napkin and taking the final mouthful of the wine in your glass. Harry moved to refill it again, the second bottle on its last legs and nearly ready to join the first, but you prevented him putting your hand over the glass and shaking your head.

‘That’s enough for me thank you.’ You told him and he chuckled placing the bottle on the table again and finishing his own glass, watching you darkly over the rim. Suddenly you had an inkling you were looking at more than dinner, maybe it was the wine talking but you didn’t mind as much as you thought you might have done earlier on. You certainly made no move to push him away, the simple gesture making your whole leg tingle.

‘Well maybe I should call the car?’ Harry’s suggestive tone matched the look on his face, you simply nodded to which he grinned, pulling his phone from his pocket and not taking his eyes from you as he lifted it to his ear and arranged for his car to collect you and take you both to his house. You could have stopped him several times but you didn’t, you both knew where this was going now and you didn’t want it to stop. Despite your earlier doubts you found yourself succumbing to him, but he was doing the same and maybe it was the wine clouding your mind but even as you looked ahead to the next morning you couldn’t see yourself regretting it.

An hour or so later and you were exactly where you thought you’d be. Pushed up against Harry’s front door, his hands either side of your head and his lips attacking your neck with kisses and playful nips. Your hands were working on his belt, tugging it at it to release it before making light work of the buttons securing his jeans over his ever hardening crotch. He let out a deep, guttural moan as your hand slipped in between his tight boxers and his jeans, palming him gently at first but upping the anti with the sound that left his mouth. His hands made their way down the door, slipping under your thighs and lifting you with ease from the floor. You wrapped your legs around his waist and let him carry you wherever he thought best, hoping he knew his house well as you attached your lips to his as he walked, his fingers gripping your thighs tightly as your tongue flicked into his mouth. He dropped you onto a couch not letting your lips go as he crawled on top of you attacking the button of your jeans.

‘You sure?’ He questioned, talking against your lips. You nodded letting out a quiet moan as his hand dipped into the front of your jeans.

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You felt unreasonably anxious as you walked into the office on Monday morning. You’d tried not to dress any smarter or any less casual, your hair was in a high, long ponytail, the same make up as always on your face. You didn’t want to draw attention to yourself. There was no reason Harry would have told Jeff about your evening together but there was also a lot of reasons he would. Jeff was Harry’s friend, you hoped he’d realise why it wouldn’t be a good idea and you were sure he would but even the tiniest amount of doubt in your mind was too much.

You’d woken up in Harry’s bed, his Kiss T-Shirt covering your body as well as his duvet. You’re memory was completely intact, you knew exactly where you were and who should be lying next to you and as anticipated you didn’t regret a second of it. You’d shared an incredible evening and even though you knew you probably shouldn’t have done it, your body craved him from the minute you saw him stood at your door the previous evening. As you got to know him better and you conversed with one another through the evening you soon realised it was a little more than lust. You spent that whole day in his Kiss T-Shirt. He made you pancakes and you ordered pizza to eat together in front of the TV with a movie on. You spent that night with him and enjoyed each other’s bodies all over again, discovering new things about one another and learning new ways to relish in one another. You were fully aware, even if this never happened again, it was more than a hook up, more than a one night stand.

Jeff was already in his office that morning. He had a tight white shirt on, only the top button undone and he looked as well put together as always. You smiled when he looked up at you and you went straight through, the open office door the only invitation you needed. You placed one of the takeaway coffee’s down on his desk as you greeted him.

‘Good weekend?’ You asked him with a smile hoping he’d simply nod and ask you the same as he always did. He did nod.

‘Yes thanks, need to go over a couple of things with you this morning.’ He said. You nodded trying not to show any hesitancy in complying with his request. You were sure it was just about the paperwork he had in front of him, if it was about you and Harry he would have worded it differently, there would have been more of a warning tone but even so you felt anxious about what was sure to be a normal Monday meeting. You took your jacket off and hung it with Jeff’s before putting your bag by your desk and grabbing your conference pad.

Jeff smiled at you as you re-entered and you felt a little easier for it. You sat at your normal seat and for some reason wished Harry was sitting down in the one next to you as he had done on Friday morning.

‘I’m heading off to New York again in a couple of weeks.’ Jeff started and you made a note of it on your pad.

‘Do I get to come this time?’ You quipped as you wrote, making sure to smile to ensure Jeff knew it was a joke. You didn’t expect to go. You knew he could say you’d be going with him the next time every time until the end of your employment and he’d still never take you. He preferred to keep you in LA where you could keep everything under control for him.

‘You’ll be going to London.’ You looked up at him quickly. You sure you looked shocked and confused because that’s how you felt.

‘What?’ You asked. ‘Why?’ For a second you thought he was getting rid of you but really you knew what this was about and you swallowed when you remembered. You’d been sat on Harry’s bed cross legged facing him, your hands cradling a mug of coffee his doing the same though he only needed one of his large hands to grip onto the mug fully. He’d come out with it from nowhere and all of a sudden.

‘I want you to come to London with me.’ You nearly spat your coffee out, assuming he was messing around but one look at his face told you he wasn’t. His eyes were narrowed slightly and his lips pursed. ‘I’m serious, I want you to be my assistant.’ He told you and you shook your head. There was no way you could do that, especially in London. You’d left London to come out and do exactly what you were doing. You were living your dream. You wanted to work with someone in the music and entertainment business and you were working with one of the biggest there was. You had no desire, at all, to change that. ‘Oh come on Y/N think how much fun we’d have.’ He winked at you and you felt disgusted at both yourself and him.

‘Oh my god no.’ You said moving quickly from the bed. You put your coffee on the side and started hunting for your jeans and your other clothes that had remained on the floor after your first night with Harry that now made you feel sick.

‘I didn’t mean it like that Y/N stop.’ He tried to convince you to get back on his bed but you couldn’t even look at him as you pulled your jeans on.

‘I’m not some sex worker who’s going to follow you around London so you can get your kicks.’ You spat angrily at him grabbing your bag that you hadn’t taken anything from for the whole time you’d been with Harry. You didn’t take his t-shirt off but stormed through the large penthouse suite away from him. He was following you quickly and you heard him put down his mug before he grabbed your wrist and pulled you back towards him just before you reached the door.

‘I know you’re not, that’s not what I meant, I was joking.’ He tried to reassure you and you listened but you weren’t taking any of it to heart. His drown-worthy eyes and sharp bone structure wasn’t going to pull you in again. ‘You’re incredible at what you do and I want you to work for me, in London, I’m not asking you, not even a little bit, because I want to keep sleeping with you.’ He told you, you could see the sincerity in his eyes but you didn’t care for it. You pulled your hand from his grip and turned away from him leaving his apartment without another word.

‘Harry wants you as his assistant while he’s back in London for a while.’ Jeff told you and you were back in the moment. You shook your head not sure what to say or do.

‘I like working for you, I want to work for you.’ You told him, feeling a little hurt but more concerned about the fact you didn’t want to go to London with Harry but not sure how you could get out of it without finding yourself jobless.

‘Y/N I’m telling you to, you’ll be working for Harry but really you’ll be working for me.’ He told you and you knew that made sense but you’d still be Harry’s assistant. ‘Go to London, take some holiday and see your family, you haven’t been back since you’ve been with me.’ He reminded you and you and that did sound appealing. The only downside of living your dream was that your family where so far away and in a different time zone.

‘How long’s it for?’ You asked tentatively.

‘Two months at the moment it might be longer yet.’ He told you and you nodded biting your lip, mulling it over.

‘I’m not going to force you to go if you really, really don’t want to, but I think when it actually comes to it you do want to go.’ Jeff said and suddenly you hated that he was just as much your friend as your boss, why had you let him get to know you so well? He was catching you out left, right and centre. ‘It’ll be good for your career, give you some new experiences and the chance to do something a bit different, you won’t be tied to an office for a start.’ Jeff told you and you nodded appreciating what he was saying. ‘So shall I book your ticket?’ He asked cautiously. You sighed and looked up at the ceiling. You knew Harry didn’t mean what he’d said, you knew you’d overreacted and the opportunity that was being handed to you on a plate, because you’d been requested because of how good you were at your job, was too good to pass up. You knew that and you nodded to Jeff who smiled.

‘Good, now go get to work.’ He said playfully and you chuckled lightly looking at your notepad and tapping it, before standing and making for the door. ‘Oh and if you’re into Italian restaurants there’s a really good one just outside London, I’ll have to give one of you the number.’ You turned your head back to him quickly and he was sat reclining in his seat a knowing and cocky look on his face. You could feel your cheeks reddening and Jeff just laughed. ‘I find out everything Y/N you know that, it’s a good job I like you.’ You smiled despite yourself and the scarlet tone you were sure your cheeks were sporting. ‘I need to make a call now so if you shut the door please?’ You nodded and left the room glad Jeff didn’t make any more of the situation. You sat down at the desk and turned your computer on, grabbing your phone from your bag whilst you waited for it to load.

Alright boss? ;)

HA knew you wouldn’t be able to resist

So I’ll just pack the shirt you left at mine in my case for London

I guess so

Do you want to meet for lunch? I think I owe you an apology for how I reacted the other day

You really don’t owe me an apology but I’m definitely up for lunch

Meet you outside the office at 1?

Perfect, see you then.

Twisted Desires Chapter Three

Quick Info - Y/N goes to LA and sees the Ackles for the first time since that night in Austin
Word Count - 3355
Warnings - language, angst, fluff

Part Three of Twenty Five. Hope you enjoy this series as much as i enjoyed writing it.

This is my first Jensen series and I am really excited but also nervous. I mean no disrespect toward Jensen or Danneel. This is purely a fictitious story that I tried with Dean but it didn’t work as well. Thank you to @tankcupcakes​ and @atc74​ for their beta and encouragement with this chapter.

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Bikers, Booze and Monsters

The reader leaves due to Dean’s attitude and goes back to Charming to have a fresh start but when the boys notice that it feels like there is something missing and go to bring her back home.

Dean and Reader, Jax and Tara Teller, Lyla Winston and the rest of the characters on the show

Warnings: Angst, fluff, dick dean, sweet dean, sad sam, angry sam, extreme sweetness and overall teeth rotting awesomeness

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Originally posted by demondetoxmanual

              Another day, another argument. Sam and Dean were my best friends, but Dean was a jackass all the time. According to him I couldn’t cook, I didn’t clean right, I didn’t do laundry right, and most of the time I was a crappy hunter. Sam on the other hand was a saint, he always appreciated the things I did, and after the bad hunts told me I was amazing and a badass. It wasn’t him though I had feelings for, it was Dean. Coming to the present this time I bought the wrong beer, but this time I was done, I’m staying any more just to keep being used as a punching bag.

              Dean had just left to pick up his skank of the night when I went to Sam’s room to let him know my plans. I knocked on the door and a heard a quiet ‘Come in’, I popped my head in asking if I could talk to him. “I thought I would say goodbye, I can’t stay here anymore. My depression is worse than ever and my panic attacks are destroying me physically and emotionally.” “I understand, I’m sorry he chased you away. I was hoping things would get better” “I’ll be staying in Charming if you need me, I haven’t seen my family in a while” I wrote down where I would be staying and gave him one last hug.

              I had everything packed in my truck, and got out of there as soon as I could. I decided to drive straight through, planning on crashing when I reached the club house. I reached the ‘Welcome to Charming’ and felt the nerves building up, what if they don’t want me back? I saw a liquor store and decided to bring a peace offering hoping it would work. I loaded the two cases of Johnny Walker and found the place quite easily. I took a couple steeling breaths and got out, hoping for a good reception.

              No one noticed me walking up so I did what I usually do, I tilted my head and cat called. “Damn your asses get better with age huh?” All their snapped to see the one person they had been searching for. “Lass is that you?” I nodded my head overcome with emotion. He hugged me first and just held me as I cried at how much I truly missed my boys. “Where were you? We looked everywhere!!” “I’ve been hunting, not in Bambi but things that go bump in the night”

              They looked at me like I had another head growing out of my neck. Tig was the first one to speak up “I knew I wasn’t seeing things!” “Well darlin’ I think we need a welcome back party for you! What do you say?” I could feel the lump in my throat and then got squished in a huge group hug. I text Sam letting him know I had gotten there safely and thanked me for keeping in contact with me.

              Jax led me to my old dorm, they hadn’t changed a thing. I sat down at the end of the bed, and tried to reign in my emotions. “What else is going on? I can see that y/l/n mask you did when you hid something” I told him everything, from being rescued by the brothers to how Dean treated me and how he always spoke down to me. I told him about Sam and how he always gave me a safe place to be when things got overwhelming.

              He held me to him as I cried out everything that I had buried, I let my walls fall finally letting myself feel all the pain. He tucked me in and promised to have dinner ready in a little bit, I hugged him one last time before falling asleep.

Sam POV

              Once I got the message that she made it safely, I decided to find out why Dean was being such an asshole. “Hey Sammy, where’s y/n?” I scoffed at his arrogance “She’s gone” “What like a solo hunt or a supply trip?” “Nope just gone” “That’s not funny! Where is she?” “SHE’S GONE! Maybe if you weren’t such an asshole to her she would still be here instead of being out there alone”

              I walked into the kitchen and grabbed a beer, sitting down and wishing that she was still here. The bunker felt lonely and dark, there was no sign that she had ever been there, no sign that she would come back either. “I’m sorry Sam, I really screwed up this time, huh?” “Yeah you did but I can only hope in time she’ll come back”

Originally posted by sam-and-dean-winchesters

Jax POV

              I called my mom, letting her know that y/n had shown up and of course invited everyone over for dinner making y/f/m and buying plenty of beer for the celebration. I went to check on her and saw she was awake and in the shower. I knocked on the door and let her know I had an errand to run but I would be back to get her for dinner at Gemma’s. She poked her head out of the shower and asked me to get the whiskey out her truck to put in stock. I smiled and winked, assuring her that I would get it done.

Reader POV

              The nap and shower had woken me up and helped me get into a better frame of mind. I walked out and got dressed, ready for a night of laughter and stories. I put my hair into a braid, grabbing my bag and heading out. I was starving and desperate for some of Gemma’s home cooking. I sat down at the bar, drinking a double of the ‘Johnny Walker’ I had bought, I wasn’t always a whiskey girl, but the older I got the more I enjoyed the slow burn of it.

              “You look like you feel better” I smiled at Tig and nodded my head. “So, who do I have to kill?” “What?” “You have that heartbreak look on your face, the one you get from having your heart broken” “It’ll heal over time but right now I need food!” Tig just laughed and hugged me to him kissing me on the side of my head. “Ready darlin?” I jumped off the stool and threw him the keys to my pick up when I saw all the boys on their bikes ready to head out with us.

              “Once we made it to Gem’s, I hugged everyone and got the chance to meet Abel and Thomas. I always wanted to be an aunt, Tara and the other old ladies were in the kitchen helping with the food. We all sat outside drinking and laughing at the ridiculous stories being told. “Hey doll, do you still dance?” I groaned at the question, I was hoping I could avoid that topic. “Hey! I paid for those lessons! You better be still dancing”

              “Yes Gemma, I do what I can, but I have been keeping up” Right then ‘La Tortura’ came on and I said I would dance if the other old ladies did it with me. Tara was the only one who had the balls to come up and let me show her some moves. We started laughing and shaking our asses and moving our hips to the beat. When dinner was ready we decided to give up while we were ahead of the game.

              The food was amazing, as it always is, then the stories started. The whole table was laughing at how weird I was when I was a kid. “Do you remember that one run we had to go to and they wouldn’t let us bring y/n in unless she could beat their best fighter?” I started laughing so hard I was crying, shaking my head “He never knew what was coming” I just smiled and winked at Clay. “Can’t say you didn’t train me well”

              Once the food was consumed and the beer was drunk we just sat and talked and just reminisced about the good times. “We still have your baby” “Really? I’ve missed her so much!” I was promised a group ride tomorrow and started to feel like I could heal myself from everything I had been through. Once we came back to the clubhouse I collapsed on the bed exhausted from all the laughing I had done, not from the constant crap that was shoved at me. I woke up the next day and decided to make breakfast for the boys before our ride. I made everything I could find from scratch, once the food was close to done. I walked out and yelled out to the guys that breakfast was ready.

              After an amazing meal, Juice brought my bike out, looking gorgeous as ever. The ride let me clear my head and my heart of all the nightmares I had experienced.

6 Months Later

              I had gotten a job at the adult film studio they had bought and all the ladies knew not to mess with me. They knew not to piss me off or things would be very difficult for them. We had finished filming early, which meant I could leave early. There was always that one girl that would try to get under my skin, and that was Ima. My phone started going off and saw that Sam was calling me, I hadn’t spoken to him in a couple weeks and missed our phone calls we had.

              “Hey Sammy! Long time no hear” I heard laughing and automatically smiled. “I was wondering if you were going to come back, I really miss you and Dean well he isn’t himself. A lot of stuff has been going on and it just feels like there’s something missing” “All I can say is I’ll think about it ok?” “That’s all I ask” I said good bye and hung up, wiping the tears from my eyes.

              I walked out to Ima trying to get into Jax’s pants again, I swear that girl was a special kind of stupid. “Go home Ima, for fucks sake, he’s happily married” “Just because no one wants your fat ass, doesn’t mean I’m not wanted” “Let’s go Jax” He started the bike and headed back to the clubhouse, there was another party tonight and I wanted to get some sleep before it started.

              We pulled into the lot as my breath got caught in my throat at the sight of baby with the two men I missed dearly. He backed the bike up and parked it, watching me making sure I didn’t have a panic attack just at the sight of them. I could feel the tears building up, so I just ran inside to my dorm and locked the door. I was happy to see them but I also felt my heart shatter, I guess I wouldn’t get over him.  “Sweetheart, please open the door? I’m sorry with how I was just please?” How was I supposed to answer him?

Dean POV

              I knew I screwed up but hearing her cry on the other side of the door and knowing I was the cause of those tears. I walked back out into the main room seeing a bunch of pissed off bikers, I had a lot of talking to do. A blonde guy about my height walked up and introduced himself as Jackson Teller, we both sat down at the bar, having beers.

              I began explaining what the hunting life had entailed, the danger, the injuries and everyone that both of us had lost. At the end of the whole speech I was in tears with all the hurt and loss that we had gone through. “I understand, we’ve dealt with the same thing, this life is never easy but as long as you have people that love you it makes it better” “How do I fix this? I was a complete asshole to her” “Don’t worry brother we have a plan”

              We had everything set up and ready to go, now I hope that I’m not too late to fix the error of my ways.

Reader POV

              Tara and Lyla had brought me a few outfits to try on, hoping to get Dean all hot and bothered and ready to pounce. Both ladies started saying that he was both the most beautiful man they had ever seen. “Yeah, both are Greek Gods, but Dean is beautiful inside and out” They both nodded, “Those are the best kind” I agreed and smiled when I had finally found an outfit to drive him wild.

              I took one more look and joined the party, hoping to have Dean absolutely fall apart. Of course, Ima had to be there and rubbing herself all over Dean. I walked over to chase her away, when Dean saw me and knew it was not a good thing. “Hey!” “Hey y/n I don’t think this one wants your gross as hell body, not when he could have mine” I swung my leg and knocked her on her ass, pressing my booted foot to her throat. “I’m tired of dealing with your skanky ass, your nothing but a piece of shit whore with no use! I’m warning you right now, you come back here ever again I will kill you” I stepped back as she scurried up and out the door the rest of the place cheering me on.

              I turned around to have Dean grasping my face kissing me with everything he had. “That was so hot! Damn it woman, you got me hard as a rock” “I can help you with out that” I grabbed his hand and dragged him to my room locking the door behind me. I got on my knees and quickly unbuckled his belt and pulling down his jeans to have his erection bounce off his stomach.

              I started sucking him down, even swallowing around him. He was making the dirtiest sounds I had ever heard, he had gritted out he was coming as I swallowed everything he gave me. He tucked himself back in, kissing me again. “I love you y/n and I’m so sorry I was an ass” I could feel the tears filling my eyes “I love you Dean, always have, always will”

              He kissed me again then headed back out to the party to enjoy being here with my family. We played pool, we drank, we danced. The boys decided to stay a few days, getting to know my family and just relax. I even let him drive my motorcycle, which wasn’t like me at all. I showed him the best and most beautiful places to see.

              When I showed him my baby, he went over the moon. He absolutely fell in love with her and begged me to bring her home so that we could go on more rides together. I woke up the day before we were going to head out, not seeing Dean so I grabbed my yoga pants and walked to see Gemma and Dean talking. Dean had a black backpack that was full to the point of possible explosion. “Good morning” Gemma hugged me and walked out leaving Dean and me.

              “Go get a shower, I have something very special planned and yes I’ll make your coffee” I giggled and kissed him walking back to get cleaned up and head out. I washed up quickly and put on a pair of shorts and an ac/dc tank top with chucks. I walked out to see him waiting patiently for me, two coffee travel mugs and the stuffed backpack.

              I kept trying to ask him where we were headed but he just kept saying that it was a surprise. So, we rode in silence other than the country station playing in the background. The truck stopped in front of a beautiful little cottage on a lake, I knew this place well. He wouldn’t let me talk just helped me out of the truck and led me inside to see rose petals and candles lit.

              “Dean?” “I wanted to do this right but when I’m around you I lose all thought. I already talked to Clay so now it’s time to talk to you. I love you so much and I’m not going to wait any longer to make you mine. Baby, you are the bright spot in my world and my light in the dark. Will you please do me the honor and marry me? Make me the happiest man on the planet and marry me?” I gasped at the ring and just nodded quickly.

              Let’s just say we spent the rest of the making love while the storm rumbled through. Once it got late we headed back and of course they had a party celebrating our engagement. I didn’t want to leave but I was also home sick.  

              After ten days of relaxation, we decided to head out and get back to the bunker. We said our goodbyes and left Charming, but this time I was excited, because I was going to come back and visit as much as I could. I made sure to steal a couple bottles of ‘Johnny Walker’ to have once we made it home. Dean grabbed my hand, interlocking our fingers “Ready to go home?” I raised his hand and kissed his knuckles “More than ever”

Priceless Treasures and Frozen Fortunes | Chapter 1

Fandom: Yuri!!! On Ice

Rating: T

Summary: Yuuri Katsuki is a ballet instructor and figure skater by day, and a phantom thief by night. Victor Nikiforov is the lead detective of the Eros case, pursuing the elusive phantom thief and trying to (romantically) pursue Yuuri.  

The good news: they’re one in the same and they’re falling in love

The bad news: they’re one in the same and they’re falling in love

Pairing(s): Victor/Yuuri, implied other pairings

Notes: And now for something completely different from what I usually write!

Like everyone else that’s written for this AU, I was inspired by @samochas art and just had to write something for it! I want to say that some of the other fics for this AU inspired bits and pieces of this, but for the most part it’s my own ideas for this take on the AU (also with some help from kai and talia for some of the roadblocks with my plotting/outlining) Also, huge thanks to kai for looking over this chapter/editing! I also have chapter notes for this fic here, which I recommend you look over either while reading this chapter or afterwards!

Anyways, hope you all enjoy my contribution to the phantom thief AU!

Chapter Word Count: 2,195

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Narrados en una canción (P. 2)
  • ARIES: Houdini - Foster The People

Rise above going to start the war
What you want, what you need,
What’d you come here for?
Well, an eye for an eye
And an ‘F’ for fight
They’re taking me down as a prisoner’s riot

I’ve got shackles on, my words are tied
Fear can make you compromise
Lights turned up, it’s hard to hide
Sometimes I want to disappear

Focus on your ability
Focus on your ability
Now focus on your ability
Focus on your ability

  • TAURO: The Lazy Song - Bruno Mars

Today I don’t feel like doing anything
I just want to lay in my bed
Don’t feel like picking up my phone,
So leave a message at the tone
Because today I swear I’m not doing anything

I’m going to kick my feet up then stare at the fan
Turn the TV on, throw my hand in my pants
Nobody’s going to tell me I can’t

Tomorrow I’ll wake up, do some P90X
Find a really nice girl,
Have some really nice sex
And she’s going to scream out
This is great
-Oh my god, this is great-

Oh yes, I said it, I said it
I said it 'cause I can

  • GÉMINIS: Chandelier - Sia

Party girls don’t get hurt
Can’t feel anything, when will I learn?
I push it down, push it down
I’m the one for a good time call
Phone’s blowing up, ringing my doorbell
I feel the love, I feel the love

I’m going to swing from the chandelier
From the chandelier
I’m going to live like tomorrow doesn’t exist
Like it doesn’t exist
I’m going to fly like a bird through the night
Feel my tears as they dry
I’m going to swing from the chandelier
From the chandelier

But I’m holding on for dear life
Won’t look down, won’t open my eyes
Keep my glass full until morning light
Because I’m just holding on for tonight
Help me, I’m holding on for dear life
Won’t look down, won’t open my eyes
Keep my glass full until morning light
Because I’m just holding on for tonight
On for tonight

  • CÁNCER: One Way Or Another - Blondie

One way or another I’m going to find you
I’m going to get you, get you, get you, get you
One way or another I’m going to win you
I’m going to get you, get you, get you, get you
One way or another I’m going to see you
I’m going to meet you, meet you, meet you, meet you
One day maybe next week, I’m going to meet you
I’m going to meet you, I’ll meet you 

I’ll walk down the mall
Stand over by the wall
Where I can see it all, find out who you call
Lead you to the supermarket checkout
Some specials and rat food
Get lost in the crowd 

  • LEO: Primadonna Girl - Marina And The Diamonds

Primadonna girl, yeah,
All I ever wanted was the world,
I can’t help that I need it all,
The primadonna life, the rise and fall,
You say that I’m kinda difficult,
But it’s always someone else’s fault,
Got you wrapped around my finger, babe,
You can count on me to misbehave…

Primadonna girl,
Would you do anything for me?,
Buy a big diamond ring for me?,
Would you get down on your knees for me?,
Pop that pretty question right now baby…

Beauty queen on a silver screen,
Living life like I’m in a dream,
I know I’ve got a big ego,
I really don’t know why it’s such a big deal, though…

  • VIRGO: Boulevard Of Broken Dreams - Green Day

I walk a lonely road
The only one that I have ever known
Don’t know where it goes
But it’s home to me and I walk alone
I walk this empty street
On the boulevard of broken dreams
Where the city sleeps
And I’m the only one and I walk alone
I walk alone I walk alone
I walk alone and I walk

My shadow’s the only one that walks beside me
My shallow hearts the only thing that’s beating
Sometimes I wish someone out there will find me
Till then I’ll walk alone

  • LIBRA: Pretty Hurts - Beyoncé

Pretty hurts
Shine the light on whatever’s worse
Perfection is the disease of a nation
Pretty hurts
Shine the light on whatever’s worse
Tryna fix something
But you can’t fix what you can’t see
It’s the soul that needs the surgery

Just another stage
Pageant the pain away
This time I’m gonna take the crown
Without falling down, down

Ain’t no doctor or therapeutic that can take the pain away
The pain’s inside
And nobody frees you from your body
It’s the soul that needs surgery
It’s my soul that needs surgery
Plastic smiles and denial can only take you so far
And you break when the paper signs you in the dark
You left a shattered mirror
And the shards of a beautiful girl

  • ESCORPIO: Don’t Cry - Guns N’ Roses

Don’t you cry tonight
I still love you, baby
Don’t you cry tonight
Don’t you cry tonight
There’s a heaven above you baby
And don’t you cry tonight

Give me a whisper
And give me a sigh
Give me a kiss before you tell me goodbye
Don’t you take it so hard now
And please don’t take it so bad
I’ll still be thinking of you
And the times we had, baby

And please remember that I never lied
And please remember how I felt inside
Now honey, you got to make it your own way
But you’ll be alright now, sugar
You’ll feel better tomorrow
Come the morning light now baby 

  • SAGITARIO: West Coast - Lana Del Rey

Down on the West Coast
They got a saying:
“If you’re not drinking, then you’re not playing”
But you’ve got the music
You’ve got the music in you, don’t you?

You push it hard I pull away
I’m feeling hot and on fire
I guess that no one ever really
Made me feel that much higher
Te deseo cariño, boy it’s you I desire
Your love, your love, my love

I can see my baby swinging
His Parliament’s on fire
And his hands are up on the balcony
And I’m singing oh baby, oh baby, I’m in love
I can see my sweet boy swaying
He’s crazy y cubano como yo my love
On the balcony and I’m saying
Move baby, move baby, I’m in love…

  • CAPRICORNIO: Viva La Vida - Coldplay

I used to rule the world
Seas would rise when I gave the word
Now in the morning I sleep alone
Sweep the streets I used to own

I used to roll the dice
Feel the fear in my enemy’s eyes
Listened as the crowd would sing:
“Now the old king is dead, long live the king”

I hear Jerusalem bells are ringing
Roman cavalry choirs are singing
Be my mirror my sword and shield
My missionaries in a foreign field
For some reason I can’t explain
I know Saint Peter won’t call my name
Never an honest word
But that was when I ruled the world

  • ACUARIO: Imagine - John Lennon

Imagine all the people
Living for today…
Imagine there’s no countries
It isn’t hard to do

Nothing to kill or die for
And no religion too
Imagine all the people
Living life in peace…

You may say I’m a dreamer
But I’m not the only one
I hope someday you’ll join us
And the world will be as one

Imagine no possessions
I wonder if you can
No need for greed or hunger
A brotherhood of man
Imagine all the people
Sharing all the world…

  • PISCIS: Some Nights - FUN

Some nights I stay up
Cashing in my bad luck
Some nights I call it a draw
Some nights I wish that my lips
Could build a castle
Some nights I wish they’d just fall off

That’s alright, I found a martyr in my bed tonight
Stopped my bones
From wondering who I, who I am, who I and who am I?

Well some nights, I wish that this all would end
Because I could use some friends for a change
And some nights, I’m scared you’ll forget me again
Some nights, I always win, I always win

Duraznito-.

Too much (Simon Request)

“Hey gorgeous!” Simon grins through the screen as soon as you’re face pops up.
This had become your regular turn of events when it got to 10pm over here and it was still only 3pm in LA. Simon, along with the rest of the guys, was in America at the moment promoting the book out there and meeting as many viewers as possible. He had been gone for about 3 weeks now and you knew he missed you. You missed him too.
“Hey babe!” You smile, “How’s LA?”
“Its good” He nods, “We went to a few book stores today and signed a tonne”
“Ahh great! I bet they love having you out there” You smile, shifting on the bed you were sat on. It felt so strangely empty without him.
“Enough about us, how are you?” He asks, knowing full well you hadn’t done anything amazing since he had gone.
Plan, meetings. Nothing much other than being an assistant to the boys, you basically planned everything for them. On and you would go see your brother Joe. Nothing special.
“I’m fine” You chuckle, “Nothing much changes in London in three weeks babe. The house is a lot cleaner. And its weird being here alone”
“Has Joe been round? I don’t want you there alone all the time” He asks, worried instantly.
“Yes of course he’s been round. Us Suggs stay together” You laugh, “But he’s at Oli’s tonight so they might pop round later but I’m alone at the minute”
“I hate you not being here (y/n)” He admits, “Everyone keeps asking about you. And they all said they wished you were here. I told you that you should come!“
“No come on, you’re fine out there. Besides, we’ve gotta have someone to hold down the fort” You comment, “Just enjoy yourself”
“I cant” He whines and glances up as someone walks into his bedroom of the house they were staying in.
“(Y/n) please shut him up! He hasn’t stopped talking about you since we left and its getting old” Ethan yells from behind the camera.
“Hey Ethan” You chuckle, “Honestly babe don’t be so hard on yourself. You couldn’t wait to go to LA. And its only been a few weeks. Three more and you’ll be back okay? I’ve got Joe keeping his watch on me. Nothing bad going on here”
Simon looks down and drags a hand through his hair.
“I’ll see you soon okay? Go shout too loud with the guys and eat the crappiest food possible and enjoy yourself. You’ve got a day off tomorrow so bloody make the most of it okay?” You comment reassuringly, “Its three more weeks. We’ve made it this far and we can do it again”
Simon pouts and you sigh.
“Bye beautiful” He smiles lightly, “I’ll speak to you soon okay?”
“Sure, its 10pm now so I’ll be up for a while” You nod, “Bye babe”
You end the facetime and head downstairs to get yourself some food since your eating was hardly one that kept on track with normal people. It generally matched that of the boys with you opting for anything in date in the fridge and hoping for the best.
A few phone calls to arrange other events for the boys later, your phone starts to buzz with another facetime from Simon.
“Hello babe” you smile, “Miss me already?”
“I kind of did… Something” He starts, biting the inside of his cheek.
“What did-” You start before you hear a loud knock evidently coming from downstairs, “Hang on a second babe”
You groan and shift from the bed, heading downstairs with your phone held out in your hand.
“I sort of booked you a flight over here” Simon admits quickly as soon as you open the door to reveal your brother and Oli on the other side.
You freeze.
”(Y/n)?“ Simon pipes up again.
“You did what?!”
“Don’t be mad but I figured we could do with your-”
“Mad? Of course I’m not mad you idiot! When do I leave?”
“Tomorrow at 1pm your time” He comments and Joe and Oli look at you with raised brows.
” Oh my god I can’t believe you! You asshole!“ You grin.
“See you soon Princess” Simon laughs.
“Byeeee” You reply and he ends the call.
"So I’ll be seeing you at about 9am tomorrow then?” Joe smiles.
~~~Time Skip~~~
A long flight later with you sleeping enough to hopefully prevent you getting too much jet lag, you were about to be reunited with Simon.
With the way things had worked out, you got to America just before they had to be at the meet and greet so he expected to see you at the house when he returned home. Not a chance. You were on your way to that venue within an instant and you couldn’t wait to see that lanky dickhead.
You had already spoken to their security who quickly let you through the back without anyone seeing you from the long lines that were already ready to see the boys you had known for so long.
“She’ll have landed about an hour and a half ago” You hear Simon mention from the back room they were staying in until the event began, “I just hope her flight wasn’t delayed too much”
“Listen to you” Tobi laughs, “You can’t even bare to wait another few hours before seeing her”
“Because he’s so in loveeee” JJ sings and you can almost see the look that would be on your boyfriends face.
“Come on guys you’re gonna be late if you keep sitting around” You announce, opening the door and walking in to where they were all waiting.
Their faces are hilarious. Pure shock. And Simon with his mouth hung slightly open and a look of complete happiness in his eyes.
“Oh my god what are you doing here?!” He exclaims, jumping up to wrap his arms around you and spin you around.
“I figured you guys couldn’t cope another day without me at this so I got the taxi to drive straight here” You comment.
Simon pulls away slightly, enough to have his eyes on yours and soon so are his lips.
“Alright save that shit for later” Josh stands up, “There’s people waiting”
“I missed you so much babygirl” Simon mumbles and presses his lips to yours once again quickly.

anonymous asked:

a cute/funny blurb where you guys are talking about the embarrassing stuff you said while you were getting your wisdom teeth out you said nothing because it was really really embarrassing and it was about niall (before you met him) Niall keeps bugging you about it? please??? :D

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In retrospect, letting your parents show Niall the family photo albums may have been a mistake.  It was one thing to let him see the baby pictures of you with food smeared all over, learning to walk, and on a tricycle.  But now you were getting into high school dances and volleyball games.  

“Ok, I think we’ve seen enough.”  You tried to close the books and slide them back into the boxes before anyone could protest.

“Hey! I wasn’t done with that, give it back!”  Niall reached his long arms across the table and wrestled the album out of your hands.

You groaned in protest and slapped your hands on the table in defeat.  “No, c’mon Niall! High school was awkward and you don’t need any more ammunition to make fun of me!”  You plopped down in a huff and crossed your arms over your chest.  Niall stuck his tongue out at you and dove back into the album, laughing loudly at each new embarrassment.  

He turned another page and let out a booming cackle, clutching at his chest as his eyes crinkled shut.  You leaned across the table and grabbed the album out his lap to see what he was laughing about.  In the middle of the page was a picture of you from your freshman year of college.  Your hair was piled in a messy bun, your cheeks were puffy and you had bruises down your chin.  You were flashing the camera a thumbs up.  What Niall was probably laughing at though was your shirt.  It was from the Take Me Home Tour, with all the boys climbing that stupid London call box.  You vaguely remembered this being taken, you’d come home for spring break and had all four of your wisdom teeth removed. You rolled your eyes at Niall’s laughter, and muttered a petulant “shut up”.  

Niall poked his bottom lip out at you and reached across the table for your hand.  “Aww, don’t be pissy babe.  I knew you were a fan, you told me yourself!”  He leaned back with a smug expression, puffing his chest out a bit.  “I just didn’t know you were that kind of fan.”  

“What do you mean, that kind of fan?”  You narrowed your eyes and glared at him.  Before he could answer your mom came strolling through the kitchen to refill her wine glass.  She peeked at the open album and let out a chuckle.  “Oh my God, did she tell you what she said when the anesthesia was wearing off?” 

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I Need Her

This is my first Becommissar fic so please be nice haha! It’s seriously smutty, like 100% NSFW! I might continue it because there is a bit of storyline in it that I could continue with but i’ll see what the response is like first!

Beca hadn’t seen or heard anything from the tall gorgeous blonde since the after party at Worlds. Two weeks had gone by with Beca constantly reliving that night of raw passion, heat, and intensity. Every night she dreamed of Kommissar running her hands along her skin, her lips ghosting over her neck, and her perfect teeth biting down on her collarbones. She continually woke covered in a thin layer of sweat desperate to see the perfect German once more. Beca had quickly found that pleasuring herself was not enough to compare to what she had experienced on that one glorious night. She had to find Kommissar again.

Beca woke early on the Monday two weeks after worlds, her penultimate day in the Bella house with all the girls together. They were going out to celebrate tonight and she knew she should finish packing today before the drinking started. Her day went slowly, shoving her belongings into boxes marked ‘Bhloe’ to be sent to her and Chloe’s new apartment in LA. Her friend had secured a teaching position at an LA music school and Beca was beginning a paid internship at a music production agency near the school so it made sense for them to move in together. She started with big items such as furniture until she could finally move onto smaller items scattered around her and Amy’s room. As she stuffed three years worth of Bella sheet music into a file Beca found her mind wandering to a tall pale body, perfectly shaped, with bold golden locks falling just below the shoulders. She shook her head and checked the time, 5.30pm, she had an hour before the Bella’s were all meeting in the kitchen for pre-drinks. Looking back at the sheet music covered in scribbled notes she felt strangely sentimental and wasn’t sure she was ready to leave her group of awesome nerds. That was, until she heard Amy shouting something about ‘A last fuck in her Bella bed!’ to Bumper. Beca quickly exited their shared room heading downstairs instead. Almost finished packing she resigned herself to sitting on the couch in the living room and watching the other girls packing and getting ready. She found herself joined by Emily, the only Bella not leaving the house, and they chatted and laughed about their memories of worlds before resorting to scrolling quietly through their phones.

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JEALOUS (Luke Hemmings)

Requested: Yes

  • You are a famous singer dating Luke but you are at the VMAS bs he’s on tour and he gets mad because there are pictures of you and Justin Bieber close together (but you guys are just friends and Your proud) and you get into a fight but it all works out

Rating: No Smut

Word Count: 1 995

Storyline: You’re at your first nominated VMAs but your boyfriend Luke isn’t able to be with you, and he gets jealous when there’s photos of you and Justin Bieber together.


“Baby, you look so stunning, I’m so sorry I can’t be there with you.”

You looked at the shiny screen in front of you, Luke’s big blue eyes looking through at yours. You were skyping him during your dress fitting as he was on tour right now and him and the boys were missing the VMAs, the first VMAs that you were nominated in a category for.

“Are you absolutely sure you can’t make it out? Even if you’re not here for long?” you said, as he shook his head.

“y/n you know if there was a possibility, I would be out there with you in a heartbeat” he said, sadness clear in his voice.

“I understand, but you better at least be watching the lifestream” you joked.

“Don’t worry I will be! I’ll be fangirling with all the other people on twitter and trying to find the right link” he laughed. “Anyway baby I gotta go, gotta rest up for the show, have fun tonight okay” he said, as he blew a kiss into the camera. “I love you. Good luck, you look beautiful” he added, and with a click of a button, he was gone.

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Fan Signing >> Mark

Hi guys

it has been a long time , hasn’t it ?! 

This is based on request by mrskimdo “ Hi there! ❤️ can I request a scenario when you’re a foreign student in Korea and somehow you met the super famous GOT7 and it leads to you and Mark falling in love~ teehee thanks ❤️ " 
I am really sorry it took me too long to post it , i hope that you aren’t mad at me >///< please Enjoy 

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You had the chance to go and study in korea for 3 years , it was your dream , so you didn’t leave this chance and went there .  You enjoyed staying in Korea. You found how peaceful a person could live there . At first You knew some korean words which allowed you to talk to people there but it was hard . Then you learned korean for 3 months since you arrived . It helped you a lot but still there was a missing part . It was normal for a foreign.

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Group: Family - In the Wild

Tracy is tricked to go camping. Thank goodness for phones.

More of Tracy here, here, and here

Tracy
Okay

Nobody warned me about bugs.

Dad K
You went camping to Maine, buddy. The education system has failed you if you needed to be warned about bugs. 

Tracy
This was supposed to be ‘high-tech’ camping.

Dad B
Meaning you’ve got all the latest camping gear. The nature stays the same even though you have the ‘MegaTent3000′.

Tracy
THIS IS NOT WHAT I SIGNED UP FOR!!

Come pick me up :( 

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So Live Another Day

a/n: This was written in Justin’s low period. When he was depressed, and off edge. I felt like I needed to write one where Y/N would be the whole reason he got back on his feet.

“Justin, boul, wake up.” I heard, as Za smacked me with my own pillow.

I glanced at the clock to find it was 10 at night. Again. I had another sleepless night, which meant I’d sleep through my entire day. It’s fine though. It’s not like anybody cares if I were awake. I’d go outside, listen to their words, only to realize how much I’d want to go back to sleep.

“Za, go away. I’m not getting up today.”

Truth is, I’m exhausted. I’m just tired of everything being said about me. People tearing me apart to make themselves seem better. And now Selena’s gone and probably a better person then I’ll ever be. But whatever. If she’s not here with me now, I guess she never really cared about how I was doing. Maybe that’s all I need. Over the last year I’ve been sleeping around, and partying with girls who’s names I can’t even remember. I just wanted to feel that spark again, until I realized I wasn’t gonna find it in bed. If God was truly loyal, he’d give me motivation to find someone. But maybe I’m so fucked up, that even God isn’t on my side. No, he has to be. I can’t be that lonely, can I?

This isn’t fair. Just let me die. There’s people out there and they’re gonna get what they want. The death of Justin Bieber.

Za left my house after realizing he wasn’t going to get anywhere farther than he’s ever been. After confirming my decision, I had come to my senses. This was my last day of life. If there’s a reason to keep moving forward, God, show me the way. I slipped on my hoodie and wandered outside in the dark, wanting to get one last look of the world before I left it. I walked along the sidewalk. A medium sized dog was on a leash tied to a bench in front of Walmart. I got down to its level and pet it. It rolled over, asking for a belly scratch.

“Hey, buddy.” I cooed. I looked for a nametag on the collar, but it didn’t have one.

“I sure wish I was your owner. They must be so lucky to have you.”

“Oh, I am.” I heard a female voice above mine.

As I looked up, I saw a smiling girl about my age. She was so angelic, I thought I was hallucinating. Her blonde hair was in two pigtailed braids, and her eyes sparkled. She was unlike anything I’d ever seen before. As I stood up, I noticed freckles along her pale nose, and how much her pink t-shirt brought out her childish smile. She was adorable, beautiful, and hot all at the same time.

“I’m Y/N.” She held out her hand.

“I’m Justin, but you probably already knew that.”

Our hands touched and both of our smiles faded. We had the same look in each other’s eyes, like nobody else in the world was meant for us. My whole life flashed before my eyes up until this very moment. This was it. This was God’s sign. I could almost hear the words; “Live Another Day” in my head as Y/N began to smile. Maybe getting out of that bed was the first part of it. Wandering off to this exact location was the second. Stopping in front of that adorable dog was the third. And now, meeting Y/N. This was the final one. I don’t know if I feel like I’m in love because I haven’t felt it in a while, or because I’ve never felt love before this very moment, and only thought that I did.

“Yeah, I know who you are. And I’m just wondering where you’ve been for the past year.” She giggled.

I let out an ashamed sigh and a half-chuckle.

“In bed.” I widened my eyes.

“W-Wait, don’t take that the wrong way I’ve been really exhausted.”

Y/N gave a loud, true laugh. One that I’ve never head before, but would love to hear again.

“I can tell you’re exhausted. Probably from all the time you spent in bed.”

Now it was my turn to laugh. I can’t remember a time that I laughed truly. All of those fake laughs seemed real, but now I know what a true laugh feels like. And it’s a wonderful feeling, all thanks to Y/N.

“So, what brings you to Walmart so late at night? And what is this little guy’s name?” I asked, wanting to know every little thing about her.

“Well, I was actually here to get his tag engraved. I just rescued him. His name is Seamus.” She pulled out the tag and gave it to me.

I got my phone out and took a picture of it, as Y/N looked at me weirdly.

“Why’d you do that?” She laughed.

“Two reasons. One, because now I have your phone number.” I smirked.

“And two, because I feel like this is a moment that’s about to change my life. I want to have this in case I forget it.”

Y/N smiled as her cheeks turned pink. I’d never liked the color pink so much, until I saw it on Y/N. Now it was my favorite. Now every time I’d see a shade of pink, I’d think of Y/N.

“Well, thank you, Justin. What brings you to the sidewalks so late at night?” She asked, as we sat down on a bench.

“I’m gonna tell you the truth, because I feel like I can tell you anything.”

“Okay.”

“This was going to be my last day here.”

“In LA?”

“More like, last day on the planet.”

Y/N’s eyes widened as she came to realization. She’d looked as if she was about to cry, and it was so gratifying to see the face of somebody who cared for my well-being.

“Justin…oh my god.”

“I came here because I wanted to get one last look at this beautiful, but horrible place. Then I saw Seamus and began to pet him. That’s when you showed up, and for some reason I feel the need to be alive.” I smiled.

“Well, then I’m glad I could help. I’m glad I’m the reason you want to be alive. It’s probably the best thing I’ve ever heard in my lifetime.” She chuckled, wiping a tear.

“It’s just…great to see somebody who cares about me.”

“I’m sure a lot of people do, and you just don’t see it. You have fans, and Scooter, and your family. Maybe you were so focused on the quantity of people that were upset with you, you didn’t realize the quality of people who loved you, and still do.”

Is that what everyone was trying to tell me? Until this moment I’d never listened. Why do I feel like only listening to Y/N when it comes to advice? As long as I’m listening, I should be okay, right?

“Hey, Justin. I have to go. It’s pretty late. I’m really glad I met you, and I’d love to see you again.” She hugged me.

I hadn’t felt an embrace since…well I can’t even remember.

“You have no idea how glad I am that I met you. And I’d love to see you again. And again, and again. Now that I have your number, I’ll call you.”

“Sounds good.” She picked up Seamus’ leash.

“Promise me one thing.” She scolded, looking at me.

I glanced in her eyes, notifying her I was listening.

“Don’t leave. Not today, not tomorrow, not any day. If you ever feel like this again, remember this day. How happy you were to be alive. Life is worth living, Justin. So live another day.”

I smiled, as a tear rolled down my cheek

“Thank you, Y/N. This meant a lot to me. I’ll see you later.” I said, walking towards my house.

I opened the door, and walked straight to the piano. Sheet music was scattered around. I picked up a piece of paper and realized the last song I’d written on here was Be Alright. Sign number five.

I sat down, clearing my space. I placed my fingers on the keys, as a melody came instantly. I remembered what Y/N told me. That life was worth living, so live another day. I scribbled the words down on a piece of paper, remembering every single detail of this night.

“Ended up on a crossroad…trying to figure out which way to go.”

I whispered, remembering the street I had to cross. I debated whether to go towards Walmart or Best Buy, for some reason I chose Walmart. Thank God I did.

“It’s like you’re stuck on a treadmill running in the same place.”

That one was simple. I passed by a Planet Fitness. Give me a break, it’s like midnight.

“You got your hazard lights on now, wishing that somebody would slow down.”

Remembering the cars zooming by, I wanted to feel as free as them. I wanted to drive with no place to go.

“Praying for a miracle…show your grace.”

I just kept looking for that sign, I didn’t even care what it was I just needed to find one.

“Had a couple dollars, and a quarter tank of gas for the long journey ahead.”

I planned on traveling far that night. I literally had about four dollars in my pocket, and the gas represented my fuel to keep walking.

“Seen a truck pull over, God sent an angel to help you out.”

I was the truck, stopping at that bench. Y/N was the angel. My perfect, sweet angel.

“He gave you direction, showed you how to read a map for the long journey ahead…”

Y/N was my map towards life. Life was the journey, and Y/N was going to help me through it. This was all coming so easily to me, I wondered how.

“Said it ain’t never over…even in the midst of doubt.”

“Life is worth living…life is worth living so live another day.”

I repeated her words in my head.

“The meaning of forgiveness, people make mistakes, doesn’t mean you have to give in…”

I almost left the world today.

“Life is worth living again.”

And again. And again.

I almost died today. I almost left everything behind. I almost left my family, and my god damn fans. I forgot about them. How could I ever forget them? They needed me as much as I needed them.

Thank you, God. Thank you, Y/N. Life is good, I just forgot about it.

For anyone attempting suicide, or feels like nobody cares, remember, God has a plan for you. God has an angel for you. Go out and find that sign, because there always is one. Suicide is not a joke. Don’t threaten yourself, don’t threaten other people, and look for that angel. You have a life for a reason. God wouldn’t put you on this planet to torture you.

Who will save me now? (Biadore) - DianaP

AN: HI GUYS! I’m DianaP, this is my first fic so haha I hope it’s not shitty, also this is based on this prompt i read here: “person A runs away to live their dreams but ends up getting mugged or beat up. Person B finds them and helps them out.”I got really inspired and made a thing :) Hope you enjoy it, there’s not much biadore on this first chapter but I promise on the next chapter there will be. Also, english is not my first language so any suggestions of grammar, words, spelling, are welcome :) as well as suggestions for the story! Enjoy.

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I had a feeling about you, I really did, a real gut feeling that this was the one, this was the crowd. You know, looking at you, one of my favourite things about this tour is that I decided that I wanted to light everybody up. I wanted to illuminate everybody. So you know, one thing I love about that is, I’m not looking out into a vast, endless sea of darkness that screams and dances that you can’t always see. I can see all the things that you’re doing. You think I can’t see you up there, that’s incorrect. Yep, yep. And so, because of this, because I can see every single one of you, it makes me start thinking about you individually, and then my mind starts to wander about, like, your back story. Like, like if you’re back at school yet. Or if you have work off tomorrow. Or if you’re here with your friends. Or how long it took you to make the costumes you’ve got. Or how you’re, like, wrapped in Christmas lights, all that. Or if you’ve got, like, glitter and puffy paint all over your house because you made signs. Yeah, looking at you. And then I start thinking about other things, like the fact that maybe you travelled a really long distance to be at this particular show. And then I think about the fact that maybe it’s a possibility that you might have listened to my music in really high high times in your life, or really low low moments in your life. Because that’s what we do, isn’t it? That’s why we’re all here, because when we feel extreme pain or extreme joy, we turn to music. And that’s why we’re in this arena together. That’s the one thing we’ve got in common. I don’t know, but looking at you, it’s impossible to pick one age group, or one possible group to talk to, because the coolest thing of looking at you is that everybody is at a different place in their life. Everybody’s got different hobbies, individual sets of hopes, dreams, wishes, fears, doubts, regrets, all of it. And I guess I just look at you and I never want you to go through anything bad, ever. And I know it’s so naive, but, I guess, I look at you and I know…I know how tricky happiness can be to find in 2015, um, because we have so many ways of looking at what someone else has going on, and maybe feeling like our life comes up short. Or feeling like maybe the other people have it all together, and we don’t know where we’re going with our life. Or feeling like we’ve got all these insecurities, and feeling like we’re just walking around the world, hoping that no one else can see them. Like, “God, how long am I gonna be at this party before people realise I’m not cool?” Um, “how long am I gonna be dancing before people start laughing at me?” All that stuff. And I guess what I wanted to tell you is that, God, you are not someone else’s opinion of you. You’re not someone’s comment on your Instagram. You’re so much more than that. This is coming from someone who loves the internet, because it gives me a chance to talk to you, and it gives me a chance to know you, even if you live far away. But the one thing I want is for you to not get hateful comments, or terrible, terrible criticisms. I don’t want anyone to ever tell you that you’re not what you should be. But that’s how life is. And we go through it, and we try and do the best we can, but all I’m saying is there are enough people that are cruel, and mean, and critical of you. If you could possibly just be kind to yourself as much as you possibly can, that would make me so happy. Don’t be too hard on yourself if you make a mistake. Don’t focus too much on your regrets. Learn from them. I think sometimes in our heads, we get this idea that there’s like this like an invisible record, and we get strikes against it when we mess up. And that’s just not how it works. We learn lessons from the time we mess up. No one has a spotless life. And if you consider yourself damaged or tarnished because you’ve made mistakes in your life, that’s just not how it is. I think it’s the opposite. I think that if you make mistakes, and you learn from them, that makes you wiser, and stronger, and it makes you brave for taking those risks in the first place, don’t you think? I wrote a song when I was really struggling to figure out how to be nicer to myself in my own head. And I cared a lot about what other people thought about me. And, to be honest with you L.A., these days all I care about these days is what you think about me. Not people who don’t know me. And, when I came to that realisation, I was in London writing with a woman named Imogen Heap, and I brought her this idea that I had written, and it ended up being the very last song on 1989, and I called it Clean. So if you know the words to this one, please sing along, Los Angeles.
—  Taylor to the LA crowd on night 5 before performing Clean.

anonymous asked:

A scenario with Mark, where Mark is on vacation and going back to LA and u go along with him and Yugyeom since u r Marks gf ?! U could end it on how u like !

Oh my! Great idea!!! Hope you like it! 

“Fifth day in America and we finally go to Disneyland!!!” Yugyeom excitedly shouts as you chuckle, clinging onto Mark’s arm while resting your head on his shoulder.

“Dad, I mean Mr. Tuan, I mean Sir, I still can’t believe you would actually grant my wish for my birthday! Oh my God, we’re gonna have so much fun!!!” Yugyeom smiles from ear to ear while doing his signature seal clap as Papa Tuan bursts out laughing “Oh, you can call me Dad, Yugyeom-ah! After all, I did promise you, didn’t I? Besides, our little cock also likes Disneyland a lot!”

You look up at your boyfriend, seeing his eyes twinkling with joy as the thought of all those beautiful memories when he first went to Disneyland years ago brings a smile on his lips. He brushes the top of his nose against yours before giving you a peck on the forehead and rubbing his thumb on your arm, well, he’s Mark Tuan, and he doesn’t talk much.

Yugyeom opens the car’s window to poke his head outside to enjoy the America sunlight before leaning forward the driver seat “Are we there yet? Dad, are we there yet?”

“Jeez, chill out, dude! Let Dad drive the the car off the driveway first!” Joey giggles as the whole Tuan family beam at Yugyeom’s cuteness. The road of 30 minutes is filled with the pinkish-haired boy’s “are we there yet?” endless question.

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“Finally! The Disney Castle!” Jumping out from the car, Yugyeom gasps at the giant structure right in front of him as you and Mark walk up to him. The taller boy shakes Mark’s shoulder lightly as he points at a Disney’s cartoon character welcoming the guests at the front entrance.

“Hyung! What do we call Mickey Mouse in America?” Yugyeom innocently asks as Mark raises an eyebrow while you are chuckling.

“Still Mickey Mouse!” Mark forces a laugh, “Don’t you wanna go there and shake hands with him?”

“Oh come one, let’s take a picture with him, too!” You beam, dragging your boyfriend along while running with Yugyeom to the famous character.

You three hang around Disneyland, playing tons of games together. Although you feel a little bit guilty when you and Mark are hand in hand, being lovey-dovey, which makes the Maknae feel like a third wheel, he still has so much fun with his new best friend, Joey.

“Just for you know, I ship JoGyeom now!” You whisper into Mark’s ears as you walk towards an accessories booth.

“Oh, interesting! But I prefer MarkY/N more!” The dark-haired boy coos, placing a Minnie Mouse headband on your hair as you place the Mickey Mouse one on his, tiptoeing to steal a kiss from his lips.

“Selfie time!” Mark grins, putting an arm around your waist to pull you closer to him, snapping one shot cutely, the second planting a kiss on your lips and when you’re about to snap the third one, Yugyeom and Joey, who are wearing Donald and Daisy Duck couple headbands, suddenly jump onto you, making V-sign and all kinds of poses. You all crack up at your expressions in the last picture before the JoGyeom push you to the roller coaster. “Save it for your date tomorrow, noona! It’s time to have some actual fun!” Yugyeom shoots a wink as Joey announces “Who throw up after is a loser~”

You four enjoy yourselves ‘til the last piece of breath before going back to meet up with Mark’s parents and grab some lunch. This literally is the best vacation ever, especially when you can spend it with the people you love ♥

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I actually hope the boys will go to Disneyland and take some damn cute pictures with the Disney’s character >////< *imagine Yugyeom’s cute high pitch squeak when he gets there*

Previous chapters HERE.

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Chapter 13

“It was probably just some random chick that was hanging out with him, Don’t blow it out of proportion.” Matt says as he sits at the table across from you.
“Yeah, Maybe it was just some girl that found his phone or something.” Jenny says. You just sit there trying to think of all the reasons as to why this woman answered his phone and who exactly she was. Your phone buzzes on the table, ‘Ash’ pops up on your phone.
“Hey Ashton.” You say.
“Hey little one, I’m still in LA, I’m leaving tomorrow night to go back home, I was wondering if we could have dinner tonight before i leave tomorrow, Just the two of us?” He says.
“Yeah, Sure what time?” You ask.
“I’ll be there to pick you up around 6:00pm.” He says.
“Yeah, Okay sounds good.” You say.
“Great, I’ll see you then. Love ya.” He says as he hangs up.
“What’d he want?” Matt asks.
“He wants to go to dinner tonight.” You say
“Maybe you ask him if he knows anything about the mystery girl.” jenny says as she sits down, Joining you and Matt at the kitchen table.



Dinner

You sat across from Ash, Waiting for the food to be brought to the both of you, You both talked about Luke and Michael and Bry, And other random things. You asked if he was excited to go back home tomorrow, He was.
“So what was the real reason you brought me out tonight?” You ask as you take a sip of your drink.
“I’ve missed you, I can’t take one of my best mates out for dinner?” He asks with a smile and you raised an eyebrow.

”It’s only been like a week since i’ve last seen you, You couldn’t have missed me that much.” You say
“Okay fine, I’m here to try and get you to come back to Aus with me.” He says.
“Why?” You ask
“Because whatever the hell is going on with you and Calum needs to be sorted out.” He says and you roll you eyes.
“Ashton-” You begin
“[Y/N].” he says cutting you off and you let out a sigh.
“Why is our relationship so important to you?” You ask, Just as you ask that the waiter comes over with your food, You and Ash give him a smile and continue the conversation once he left.
“Because i love you. And i love Calum. He misses you.” He says
“No he doesn’t.” You say
“Yeah, that’s why he called me last night drunk off his ass, crying about you for an hour before he passed out.” He says.
“Really? Because he called me too and it sounded like he had someone there to make it all better.” You say as you lean back in your chair and cross your arms.
“What are you talking about? Who?” He asks.
“I don’t know, Some woman answered the phone when i tried calling him back.” you explain and Ashton laughs.
“That woman was the girlfriend of Calums friend. I talked to her as well she had Calum’s phone because he wouldn’t stop calling people last night and she was watching him” He explains.

”What? Were you actually worried that he would cheat on you?” Ash asks

”He would never do that. He loves you too much. Will you please come with me?” He adds


“Look Ash, Calum is pissed at me and i really doubt he wants to see me.” You explain.
“Did you not just hear what i said? He was crying about you on the phone last night.” He says.
“He was just drunk.” You say
“Yeah, And most of the time when someone is drunk the truth comes out.” He says

”Not that him loving you is a big secret or anything.” He adds


“Look, You wanting a break isn’t going to change how feels about you, yeah, He may be pissed and a little hurt, But at the end of the day he still loves you.”
he adds.
“So will you please just go back to Aus with me?” He asks.


5:00am
“Ashton’s here.” Jenny says in a tired voice and you nod your head as you grab your bag, Ashton was stood by the door with Matt, Jenny and Matt were nice enough to wake up early to say goodbye, you felt guilty for leaving and a bit annoyed, You wanted the break from Calum so you could go and live your own life for a bit, To see your friends and have some sort of normalcy back, so it was frustrating to know that you have to pack your things up and return to where you left off, Of course you missed Calum, And you wanted to be with him, You loved him more than anyone and anything on this earth, But sometimes being a part of the lifestyle he lives can be so exhausting. But you loved him and you knew that if you wanted to be with him you had to deal with the baggage he carried, You just hoped like hell he would want you back.


5:00pm
The flight was long and you were exhausted, Ashton begged you to go to sleep so you wouldn’t be so tired, but you didn’t listen and right now you wished you did. As you both walked off the plane there were some fans waiting to see Ashton, He was kind enough to stop and take pictures and sign a few things, No one was interested in you so you told him you would just meet him outside where his Mom was.
“Hello sweetheart!” Anne says as she gives you a hug.
“Ash will be out soon, He just wanted to say hi to everyone first.” You say as you put you bag in the car.
“Hey Harry!” You say as you climb into the car, You give him a little hug and he gives you smile as he goes back to his game on his phone.
“Where’s Lauren?” You ask as Anne climbs into the car.
“She’s at a friends for the night, She says hi though and that she’ll see you soon!” She says
Ashton finally made it out to the car, Climbing in he gives Anne a hug and Harry a fist bump. You watched Harry play his game on the phone during the drive, Him letting you have a turn a few times while Ashton caught up with Him and Anne.
“We have to drop [Y/N] off at the Hoods.” Ashton says.
“What?!” You say in shock, You didn’t even know that was part of the plan.
“It’s late though. I thought i was staying with you, or in a hotel at least?” You say
“It’s fine, Mali knows your coming, She told her parents, Calum isn’t even there right now, Mali says he’s gonna be out for the night so it’s fine.” Ashton says.
“I mean if she doesn’t want to love, she can stay with us.” Anne says.
Ashton turns his head and cocks it to the side as he raises an eyebrow.
“No, it’s okay.” You say and Ashton gives you a smile.


As you pulled up to the Hoods Mali was sat waiting outside, She gives you a big smile as she runs up to the car and gives you huge hug and throws her arm around you, Walking you to the door, Ashton grabs your bag for you and follows behind, You look back and give Anne and Harry a smile and a wave and they give you one right back. As you start to walk in the house with Mali, Ashton stops you in your tracks.
“Just a minute Mali, yeah?” Ashton asks and she nods her head, She grabs your bag and heads inside.
“You okay?” He asks.
“Hmm, i don’t know Ashton, I’m about to awkwardly sit here and wait for Calum to come home and he doesn’t even know i’m here, And i don’t even know if he wants me here, And you pretty much just bailed on me and are leaving me here. So i’m not really sure on what okay is right now..” You explain.
“Great. I’ll see you later then?” He says with a smile and then walks off.


When you walked in Calum’s mom gave you a hug a smile and you gave her one back, Calums dad was in the kitchen so you walked in to say hi, He gave you a hug as well and you all began talking for a bit, No one brought up the break that you and Calum were on and it actually made you feel a bit relieved, Or so you thought until Mali told you that Calum never told their parents about the separation and that you were actually still in Bali with him the time the rest of the boys left and that you went to go visit a friend for a few days and that you would fly out here later on.


“He didn’t want to tell them because he knew how much they loved you and how much they love you and him together.” She explains, You and Mali were sat on the guest bedroom bed talking about a bunch of things when Calum and Your break up suddenly came up in the conversation.
“And i think he doesn’t really want to say it out loud, It hurts worse, Makes it feel more real and i don’t think he wants it to be real.” She explains.
“But um..There’s also another reason why he didn’t tell them about the break..” She begins but stops herself, she was trying to keep something from you.
“What?” You ask, She lets out a sigh.
“Our parents found out about the engagement, And they still think you two are engaged.” She says
“What!?” You say once more.


3:00am
You jerked awake from the soud of something falling on the floor outside of the room you were in, You could here mumbles and giggles being exchanged my two people.
“Shhh. Everyone’s sleeping, we have to be quiet.” You hear Calum say
You climbed out of the bed, tiptoeing  over to the door, You cracked it open a bit and looked out to see Calum and a girl stood in the hallway, The girl let out a laugh at something Calum said and he giggled and quieted her down as he put his index finger up to his lips, Gesturing her to stay quiet, She did the same motion, Mocking him as she got closer to his face and then what you hoped wouldn’t happen, happened, He kissed her.
“You’re so beautiful.” Calum whispered to her as he pushed her up against the wall, You were starting to feel sick and as much as you wanted to go out there you couldn’t move, it felt physically impossible, It was like you were frozen, Like your feet were chained to the floor. You so badly wanted to go out there smack him, but you two werent a thing anymore, Ashton was wrong, He would cheat even though it wasn’t really considered cheating since you weren’t with him anymore. Before you knew it Calums pant were on the ground and so were her panties Their moans filled your ears and so did the sound of a vase breaking when Calum accidentally knocked it over when he bumped into it, you couldn’t sit there anymore. You could feel your heart breaking into a thousand pieces and you completely lost it.
“Cal?” You hear his mom says,  A light flicked on and Calum pushed the girl into his room.
“Yeah mum! It’s me! Sorry for the noise-” He began,
“Yeah sorry! Me Calum were just playing around, And i accidentally knocked off a vase on the table! I’ll buy you a knew one i promise!” You say, Calum just stared at you in shock, He didn’t move or blink, It didn’t even look like he was breathing. Calum’s mom walks into the hall and gives you both a smile.
“That’s okay love, I never liked that vase anyway!” She says with a laugh. You stared at Calum as you gave his mom a smile.

“I’ll clean it up Mum, Go back to bed.” Calum says, still keeping his attention on you and yours on him.
As she walks away, You begin to walk away yourself but Calum grabs your arm.. You yank it out of his grip, And just continue to walk off, You shut the door to your room and lock it.

Looking at Stars

While you read, listen to this if you want the full effect. 


Adam had been laying in bed, alone, thinking about her—but, then again, when wasn’t he thinking about her?—when his phone rang. He propped himself up on his elbow, reaching for his phone and smiling when he saw her face on his screen. The phone was at his ear almost immediately.

“Hey, I was just thinking about you,” he said, quietly. He didn’t know exactly what the tone of this call would be—it could be many things. He figured it out pretty easily when he heard her sobs. “Babe? What’s wrong?” he asked.

Her cries picked up and he could picture her laying in bed and attempting to hold herself together. He knew exactly why she was feeling this way—they’d gone out to eat earlier and had been followed home by paparazzi. A few days ago, they’d denied a rumor that they were living together and, with the paparazzi waiting outside, Adam had to drop her off and leave. Having your date night ruined would be upsetting to anyone but Taylor had been struggling being in Los Angeles for a little while now and it was beginning to take its toll on her.

“Tay, breathe,” he whispered, attempting to soothe her. As she listened to his voice, her sobs calmed down, though the tears still streamed down her face. “What is it?”

“We had such a good night planned,” she cried, her voice weak. “I wore that nice dress for you and then you had to drop me off and leave and we couldn’t have a single fucking night together without someone messing it up. I wanted to fall asleep in your arms, was that too much to ask for? I shouldn’t have suggested that we go out to eat. We should’ve just stayed in. If we would’ve stayed in, you’d be with me right now and I wouldn’t be crying,”

“Tay—“

“Those rats have been camped outside of my house for hours and they only just left. I just fucking needed one damn night with you. One,”

“Bab—“

“Pick me up,” Taylor begged. “Take me away from LA. I need to get out of here. I can’t take all of this madness anymore,”

“Are you sure that’s a good idea?”

“No, but I need you. Please?”

“I’ll be there in under thirty minutes,” he decided, swinging his legs out of bed and reaching for a shirt.

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