idk this has been in my drafts for like months so yeah

Closing hours

Genre: Fluff

Pairing: Jungkook X reader

Fandom: BTS

Summary: You’re bored, exhausted and just plain tired of working especially since you got stuck with nightshift. It feels as though you’ll never end up going home until someone walking in catches your eye. Jungkook offers to keep you occupied but also tries to avoid getting you in trouble. 

(A/N: Literally a experience I’ve had from some guy while on night shift. All of which was awkward and terrible but if you add in Jungkook it makes it seem….romantic? Weird. *ididntendupgivinghimmynumber*)

Originally posted by snitchingmoments

The woman and her young daughter smiled at you politely as you took the cash from her hands and started to put it into the register. The mom takes a quick glance around the mostly abandoned store and what looks like at something behind you. She leans in looking concerned. 

“I can’t believe they have you working out here this late at night all alone. Please be careful.”

Knowing the danger yourself you had no choice but to agree, trying to not panic yourself with the thought. You gave the woman a reassuring smile.

“Yes Ma’am. I’ll be careful.”

She gave a small one back, nodding her head. 

“Have a good night then.”

“You too!” You called after her as the two of them walked away.

You let out a long sigh, already completely drained from the long hours you had been receiving. Taking a glance outside the glass doors you notice how dark it was outside, seeing only a few cars under the dimly lit parking lot. You wondered why people would even come into the clothing store so late at night during the week but settled on assuming they needed something badly for the next day. 

As you turn around you see a boy around your age, awkwardly walking back and forth in the aisles near your register. You recognized him from earlier when you greeted his group of friends from entering the store so it was odd to you that he was now all alone. His tall figure was hard to miss along with his perfectly light brown hair and attractively cute brown eyes to match. You couldn’t help but keep looking over at him as you attempted to stay busy, wondering why he wouldn’t just come over already if he was planning to do so. 

Curiosity caused you to look over in his direction for far too long when he quickly glanced at you during the same time. At first he continued at what he was looking at before taking a second look back over to you when he realized you had made eye contact. Like it was second nature you whipped your head in the other direction, already feeling the blood rushing to your cheeks. 

“Damn it..” You whispered to yourself. 

It didn’t take too long afterwards to hear a set of footsteps coming closer to you and the handsome boy now stood in front of you. 

“Oh, uh. Hi-…Did you find everything okay?” You asked, mentally beating yourself up from the nervous tone you couldn’t hide.

Jungkook’s nose crinkled, revealing his smile all at the same time.You saw his eyes scanning your name tag. 

“Yeah, everything was fine. How was work today? Slow, Y/N?”

“Kinda. It wasn’t too bad earlier but now i’m lucky if a customer comes in once every hour. You didn’t notice this place was a ghost town when you came in?” You said with a slight laugh in your voice.

Jungkook shrugged, leaning on the counter across from you as he easily made eye contact for the third time. 

“Maybe a lot of them just carpooled.” He joked. 

“What about you? How come you’re in here so late? I would have been home asleep already but it seems like you guys are in some real need of jeans if you’re coming in here at 12:30.”

“Oh, It was their idea. One of my friends has a thing to go to and we just got off work so there wasn’t really much time to go out before. The 3 of us all just moved here. ”

Your eyes widened in shock as you crossed your arms over your chest, relaxing a lot more than you were before.

“What? Really? Why would you ever move here?” You teased, knowing this place wasn’t all that exciting.

“Work, it wasn’t much of a choice. But seriously, what do you guys do for fun around here?” He giggled. 

Even the sound of his laugh sounded sweet. The oddly empty store, the casual conversation, and just seeing him leaned up against the countertop wearing his grey, oversized hoodie along with the tight black jeans, all worked together in a strangely romantic atmosphere. It looked like a scene out of a movie to anyone else just watching. You didn’t feel scared like you usually would have when the store was just you and one other person. It felt nice in the sense he didn’t seem to have bad intentions.

“Here? Absolutely nothing. We have a movie theater, which is easy to get sick of, and the mall that has maybe 2 good stores in it. I mean, if you’re with someone else then anything can be fun, you know? Me and my friends have just resorted to hanging out at home talking about when we can move out of here.”

Jungkook scoffed. 

“Why don’t you move out then?”

You gave him a “Do I look like I can afford to just move out” look to which he laughed and apologized. 

“We’ll for starters we’re all in college so we definitely can’t afford to just up and move.”

“Understandable, so how about making the most of it? I heard you guys have a skating rink around here.”

You covered your mouth with you hand, not being able to hold back your laughter.

“Yeah but I went there all the time in middle school. I’m not exactly the target age for that place.”

“Didn’t you just say anything is fun with someone else?”

“Yeah and which one of my friends do you think will even agree to something as childish as rollerskating? The place is packed with children.”

Jungkook fiddled with his phone, suddenly acting shy. You tilted your head only slightly out of confusion. The somewhat cocky boy was now the same one cowering behind the electronic device in his hands.

“Why is it?” You asked, watching his face for a reaction.

“Do you maybe wanna go sometime?”

Before you could even think about answering you heard the rest of his friends coming over, one putting his arm around him. You greeted the one who came over first, watching him set his stuff down in front of you. Yugyeom smiled at you.

“Was Jungkook bothering you? He’s not the best with talking to girls he thinks are pretty.”

You mentally took down his name, hearing it for the first time. Jungkook looked annoyed but didn’t say anything, actually wanting to hear your answer. 

“Not really, i’m glad he came over. I was bored out of my mind.” You answered, cooly.

You couldn’t help but notice the small smile Jungkook got afterwards, making you smile as well. You started to ring everything up, scanning each item perfectly. You had been doing this all day but it felt pressuring when you could feel Jungkook’s gaze on you. It started to make you think just how long before you noticed him was he watching you for and if you had done anything stupid in the meantime. 

“Alright, that’ll be $93.67.” 

Jungkook stepped up from behind Yugyeom, handing you his card. 

“I got it.” He stated.

You pointed over to the card reader, trying to tell him he had to swipe his card instead. He embarrassingly started to blush, fumbling with the card as he realized his mistake. It was hard not to think about how adorable he was even when he was trying to show off.

“Fine, you can bring it to the car then. We’ll wait outside, okay?” Yugyeom suggested as he started to walk out with the third friend. 

Jungkook nodded. 

“Yeah, I’ll be there in a sec.”

He watched as the two of them left the store before turning back to you. You pulled the receipt out of the machine, attempting to hand it over to him but he only took a look at it before saying, “I know this is really forward and you probably get this all the time but…do you think you could write your number on the receipt?”

It did happen occasionally so you were almost positive he was bound to ask but actually hearing him say it filled you up with happiness, feeling a strange feeling in your chest. You were now the one blushing, scribbling your number down quickly as if he would have changed his mind if you wrote it down too slow.

“You better not stand me up on that skating rink offer.” You joked, smiling at him as you handed back the receipt. 

Jungkook’s face lit up in front of you as he took it from your hand, accidentally grazing yours.

“Have a good night, Y/N.”

You nodded. “Yeah, you too.”

As he walked out of the store you heard Yugyeom from the parking lot yell.

“Did you get her number?”

“Hell yeah, I did!”

Instantly as the door shut behind him you ended up bursting out laughing at how childish they were and for the rest of the night, work didn’t seem too bad. The only thing that seemed difficult was wiping the smile off of your face as you kept thinking back on what just happened. 

Blue Kisses.

Pairing: Hoseok / Reader.

Genre: Fluff, angst.

Summary: “But you do know that I care right?” he whispered against the skin of your cheek, his thumb brushing heat over your bottom lip, making your lips part to accommodate his digit.

Word count: 12,821


Note: Ahhh, I wrote this so long ago and I’m not sure if I still like it .But here! All revamped and made pretty for the masterlist so meh~

After standing alone in a unfamiliar living room for the last half hour, you were officially ready to kill Jung. It was no secret that you hated frat parties, favouring curling up in your second - hand (hey, it was cheap), worn chair with one of your favourite books or watching reruns to staying out late with drunk students. You could be quite shy around those you didn’t know, and hated being forced to down bitter tasting beer while drunk classmates would pull you into their sweaty embraces. Also, due to your dislike of alcohol, you were often the only sober person in the house, having to deal with your classmates drunk antics. 

You would never forget that on the rare occasion that you went to a party, the boy who sat next to you in Art History had pinned you to a wall and tried to shove his tongue down your throat. Obviously he was too drunk to aim and ended up with a mouthful of hair rather than your lips, but it was enough to put you off parties even more than before. You hadn’t been able to look at him the next day, awkwardly nodding when he had apologised. However you did try to enjoy yourself on the weekends, earning it after the gruelling week. Sometimes you would invite some of your friends to your tiny dorm room provided by the school to go on a movie marathon. There had been a slight mix up with the rooms at the collage, meaning you didn’t have a roommate, and the school hadn’t assigned you one yet. However after a disastrous week, chock full of meetings and assignments due in, you were ready to get a pizza, hide in a mountain of blankets and fall asleep in front of the season finale of the crown. However when Jung had arrived at your door in the early evening, and almost broke down your door with her violent knocking, your plans had been thrown to the wind.

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anonymous asked:

You're dead right about those cupcakes being prooomooo. Idk how closely you follow Andy, but the Fat Feeder (chick that made the cakes) is his alleged girlfriend's sister. And said girlfriend is good friends with Sophia. So it's all around promo for everyone. And why are there baby cupcakes at a lady-lad bro party anyway? Ugh free Liam from this madness!

I don’t follow Andy closely but no surprise at what he’s doing. I do think Andy is the real deal in terms of 1D friends and he’s laid kinda low and even shaded the official narrative in the recent past. But I think he’s been drafted because using the douche canoe crew (the three dudes Liam started hanging with to help sell Sophiam) is not an option since they were all team Sophia and we’re employed for the purposes of that narrative.

And yes, baby themed cupcakes, randomly appearing over a month after the kid was born isn’t very bro. Why were they there? Who is that slow on the congrats anyway?? Niall?? LMAO! It’s obviously targeted at young, naive, female fans who swoon over this kinda thing without giving the context much thought.

Like I said my earlier tags, it’s a recycled stunt. And recycled stunts are evidence AGAINST a thing being an organic happening. In other words, it’s planned with a particular narrative mission in mind.

Let’s see some of the greatest hits in what I like to call, fakery from the bakery. Look away, Harry. I know you used to be a baker and these are abominations in your eyes.

Of course, Elounor are the OGs of this foolery. Fauxmance and Disney promo? Genius.

That mess wasn’t even the best. Behold the shady af tribute to the mother of modern bearding, Taylor Swift. Why ever would they go there?? Everybody’s in on this joke except 75% of this fandom.

The cake stunts didn’t end with Elounor 1.0. This one isn’t even funny. Because Louis was dealing with the very recent loss of his mother when this happened:

The look on his face says it all. Not ok and no further comment.

But not to be outdone, Liam has done more than his share of cake stuntin’. Cakes everywhere. The Funky Buddha promo cake and the cake Danielle allegedly got him:

Please note this was August 2012 and Payzer 1.0 was probably over at this point. This was post fandom famous Ziam/Payzer Vegas showdown. And as far as we can tell, it looked like Zayn won that battle and ultimately the war. So this explains the need for extra strength cake stuntin’…I mean, I guess by 1DHQ logic.

Cake stunts continued with Sophiam. As always, aided and abetted by friend of Modest, Funky Buddha.

In hindsight, the emphasis on Sophia was obviously promo meant to set her up as an Instamodel post scheduled break-up, which came later that year. I tell ya, all the cake stuff is planned and deliberate.

This brings us to Zayn. We were told to believe Zayn was responsible for this pre-school fantasy for Perrie’s 21st (yes 21st) birthday. Picture credit: ©Little Mix…yeah, exactly.

More Zerrie cake fakes: That one time the garbage press told us this was Zayn’s birthday cake courtesy of Perrie…

…but Zayn’s family showed and proved that this was actually Zayn’s birthday cake:

Zayn was never seen with the Hulk cake. Surprise, surprise. And the cake beat goes on with Gigi and her Zayn stand-in with the photoshopped tattoos.

Now the pastry aided deception includes babies. Sad but true.

As for Niall, there was this weirdness a few years ago:

Hahahaha, no. Somebody tried it. This was an insult to Niall and great promo for 1DHQ co-conspirator The Sun. This implied co-sign was meant to tell us to believe 1DHQ’s lies as told by The Sun. Because if you can’t trust Niall, who can you trust? I see what you did there.

So for some try-to-get-inside-the-mind-of-teenaged-girls logic fail, cakes are supposed to = rayl. I guess 1DHQ thinks the kiddies love cake and no one would ever use precious, delicious cake in the interest of faking it because precious delicious. Yeah, ok.

we are all fools in love

A/N: Jumping on the textfic bandwagon. This was so much fun to write, I completely understand the obsession now. Title from pride and prejudice (the book)

James Potter to Lily Evans: do u think my english lit paper could just be a review of the kira knightly pride and prejudice movie

Lily Evans: james it is 3am

James Potter: yes it is

Lily Evans: pls go to sleep

James Potter: cant this is too important 

Lily Evans: im not even in english lit ask remus

James Potter: hes asleep lily obvs it is 3am

Lily Evans: wow what a novel concept 

James Potter: but actually have you seen the kira knightly p&p its so good

Lily Evans: ofc i have ive been in love with mr darcy since i was 10 

James Potter: lily evans! how could you?!! in love with another man?!!! i am heartbroken!

Lily Evans: i am going to sleep now

James Potter: wait i actually need to know do u think i can write my paper on that

James Potter: lily? 

James Potter: lily im not kidding

Lily Evans has left the conversation. 

Sirius Black to Lily Evans: can u pls make ur boyfriend shut up abt pride and prejudice

Lily Evans: sorry i think hes ur boyfriend in this situation

Lily Evans: that reminds me can you make ur boyfriend shut up about pride and prejudice

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Press Coverage/Less Coverage (Tony Stark x Reader) (Part 1/2)

Rating: T, it’s mostly buildup; there’s a little bit of suggestive dialogue but that’s mostly it (for now. wink wink).

Word Count: 4.2 k

Warnings: Suggestive dialogue, Justin Hammer makes a brief appearance, some swearing

A/N: Jesus guys I’m so sorry kms!!! i totally lost my momentum and this ended up taking three months I lowkey hate myself but guess what!!! I’m about halfway done editing my rough draft of my novel which i actually finished!! Also I’m fostering a puppy this weekend and his name is Dan and I love him but anyway !!! here you go, part two is in the works and idk when it will be out but hopefully it’ll be soon!

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Hheyyy….so……yeah I kinda disappeared for 2 months haha. And I’m posting this summary….the 21st ahh..:’’) but it was important for me to post it.

This is my 200th post, and this blog is now a little bit more than 2 years old, and you’re now more than 5000 to follow it…..!!!!??(..SINCE…WHEN?????)(….I’

I’m not very good with words, but. I just wanted to say thank you, for being so kind to me, for your silent support, or just for taking a look at my drawings..!!

((more nervous-talking + ANSWERING ASKS UNDER THE CUT !!))

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SO like a year ago i went to a tgi fridays with my cousin, the Hostess™ there is really cute (glasses, smol-ish, short blonde-ish hair bangs, adorable smile i diE), we talked for a min it was a nice time,,whatever. im having a Gay Crisis she kept lookin over and smilin makin eye contact, im makin it a bigger thing in my head proBABLY but anyways, i leave i don’t do anything. i text my friend and she says i should’ve left her my number. i go into a rANT about hOw i could do that if she’s not even my waitress and she’s like ,,,just fuckin,,leave your number on a receipt on the hostess stand???? bitch tf. and im like wow genius, what a concept. my friend calls me a useless gay. i go back like ,,,a month later with some coworkers. shes /there/. we continue to be cute i guess skdjnfds but i tell my coworker about my previous fuck up and shes like do it!!! so i leave my number on the stand when shes gone and we go. nOthing happens; i tell my friends i /did it/, i get zEro texts or anything so naturally i AVOID going to fridays for a year lmaooo. a year later, this past spring semester, i have film production, we get into groups for like half the semester to shoot some short films. one day im talkin to one of my friends in the group (i end up crushin on the bitch bc im usEless, she’s a mess and Straight™ so thats,,that) and i tell her how i live like an hour south of campus and i work at this mall (the same mall where fridays is) and shes like omg i have a friend who works there. inner me is like ,,,could it be??? the Hostess™?? so i ask, oh what does she do. she says the friend is a waitress. im like ,,,oh, she says sadly. (dumbass me didnt factor i’ve avoided the place for a year and people tend to ya know, MOVE UP in the workplace so naturally the progression from hostess to waitress is a Thing that /happens/ but im a MESS so whatever). everyone in my prod. group is USELESS so i’ve been stressed for mOnths literally carrying this entire group by a thread, the last two weeks has been us shooting my movie that i wrote bc my partner, we partnered up to write a script but,,,as i said,,,useless. so i wrote it and have been directing it and no one is making this an easy thing SO last day for my movie my friend in the group comes up to me and says she has a friend who’s gonna chill for a while, asking me if that’s okay. im like ,,,yeah?? thats fine of course!! the girl is,,,smol, blonde-ish hair, glasses, bangs, cute ass smile,,,,,IT DOESNT REGISTER IN MY HEAD THO that heY bITCH!!!!! ,,,,she looks familiar!!!!!! (this campus is str8 up an hour away from my work/home and im tiRED and stressed like there was no possible way right,,,wrOng son!) i say hi to her tho, give her a hug, a kiss, we’re hispanic so everyone in miami is fucking throwing around cheek kisses but my useless gay ass is already,,flustered. i’m trying to wrangle my actors (my two best friends so thats a mISSION) trying to get my shit ass crew to actually pay attention,,, i talk to The Girl tho and im like it’s been a time in this class,,, her friend tells her what my short film is and The Girl is like omg thats funny i’d love to watch that and im like gURl ,,thanks. (i think she’s cute obvs,,,still not putting the pieces together) we talk while i calm tf down before i murder this one boy who does nothing but complains,, she tells me she works at fridays and im like oh cool thats cool v nice,,i get distracted go off to do things,,, her friend in my group is messing around so i look to her and im like pls fucking control your girl here. later tho, the girl LEAVEs, comes to say bye and shes like v nice to meet you i hope you’re okay after this and im like look love me too they are,,,,a handful as you can see. she laughs she says yeah i’d love to see how it ends up looking tho and im like if i can show you i would but idk maybe ask ya friend later and i get distracted before i can get my shit together and like ,,,,get a number or whATEVER bc nO ONE IS DOING ANYTHING even tho i gAve them directions. i realize she’s gone like 20min later dsjfbsss. fast forward like 2 months or so maybe less, my cousin is like omg lets go to fridays endless apps are back for good. and im like bitch lehgo. we’re sat at fridays we eatin we having a good time,,,,,this waitress walks by and im ,,shook. im like,,,,oh shit. i know her. where do i know her. i think about it for like 5min and it all fucking CLICKS like it crashes down into me 2 fucking months later that this gIRL i’ve been pining over for a YEAR now,,,,is the same girl who i met at school that one day,,,is the same waitress taht walked by. and im like woooow what a DUMB bitch, djhfsjks. do i do anything tho??? nOpe. my cousin and i hang out/catch up via our fridays dates so like,,,every so often she texts me and we meet up there. it’s been like,,,4 months of us just going to fridays for endless apps there’s at least 3 different waitresses that know us and our order. we sit down and they wave at us now skjdfhd. i subtly am always looking for the Hostess™, am always hoping that i will be sat in her section so i can tRY THIS SHIT AGAIN AT LEAST but aLAS no. im like always a section away from her or shes not even there oR she is but shes like fuckin wiping tables or something idk whatever. i tell my friends every time tho and it’s their favorite story bc like of course. today my cousin and i went,,,we are sat down,,,20 min later sHE walks by me, stOps at the table behind me and takes their order,,,,the universe is truly fucking with me and i have hAd it. so yeah. not really a happy ending but like can you believe that shit. 

@effortlessly-opulent here it is i saved it in my drafts just in case , i wasn’t about to rewrite this whole mess 

burn (rubberdoop fluff)

Barry’s been hirsute since the onset of puberty, really, and although he resented it when he was the only one in ninth grade who had to shave more than once a month, he doesn’t mind it so much now. He knows he looks good with a beard, and he especially enjoys how much it annoys Ross that he can grow better facial hair in two days than Ross can grow in two weeks.

“It’s okay, babyface, puberty hits later for some people,” Barry says, chuckling around the straw of his iced latte as Ross scrubs a hand over his jaw, pathetic stubble barely visible against his skin. In the late summer sun, his eyes are nearly the same color as the sky, and Barry can’t help admiring them even as Ross is pulling stupid faces at him.

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Me too

pairing: michael x reader

word count: 1,662

idk where this idea came from its just late and i thought of it ok ps its slightly nsfw towards the end

It was just another normal night in, you being home alone after opting out of a night with your roommate at whatever new club had opened up downtown. She would go out as often as she could, but the clubbing scene grew old to you rather quickly; it wasn’t as exciting or enjoyable–all the loud music and shady guys–as it was when you first started spending your nights out. Especially after Michael. 

You had briefly dated nearly 6 months ago, and your breakup was generally mutual. He just wasn’t around as much as you’d hoped, and that’s basically it. The two of you were never together, so you never truly felt like a couple. There was no heated argument to end the relationship, no news-worthy tale of how he cheated on you leaving you heartbroken, no trust issues or empty promises. You still had a positive view on Michael, and he still liked you as well. But being exclusive with one another was really pointless.

And just as you had pictured, you hadn’t spoken since the breakup. Though nights when you just had on The Office, a cup of tea in your hands and cozy socks adorning your feet because of the colder weather, you missed the few nights in with Michael. You would be curled up in his arms and his head would be resting on your shoulder, occasionally pressing his lips to your temple and whispering sweet nothings into your ear, the two of you not paying attention to the movie on and instead being wrapped up in each other’s beings. 

You were both so helplessly in love with each other, but fate just seemed to be separating you further and further, until you were completely forced away from each other.  And just as quickly as you two fell in love, you fell out of love, but it didn’t affect you negatively like you had thought. You were fine, he was fine, everything was fine. 

Things changed tonight, though.

After not seeing Michael for many months, he finally broke his silence. You didn’t think he’d be the one to come back to you, find you in the same apartment you lived in when you were together and be so relieved to see your face on the other side of the door.

There was a loud knock, disrupting your intense Netflix-binging you were already 6 seasons deep on, and reluctantly, you put down your tea and made your way to the door, pulling down your long t-shirt to cover yourself more since you weren’t wearing pants (like you actually wear them when you’re alone in the apartment).

Just as much as Michael was relieved that you still lived here you were shocked to see him standing there, his hair still a mess as usual and his lips parted, light pants falling from them.

“Hi,” He breathed, his tongue darting out to swipe over his lips. 

“Michael…hey?” You said, more as a question since you had no idea why he had shown up this late. “What are you doing here?”

“Well, I know we haven’t talked in like forever, and I’m sorry about that, but I just have to stay here tonight.” He said hurriedly, nervously playing with the bracelets on his wrist.

“Why’s that?” 

“It’s just that…I may have upset Luke and I can’t exactly stay at my place tonight because of it. I have no other friends, and I wouldn’t necessarily consider us enemies so I came here.” He explained, his expression growing more worried that you wouldn’t take him in for the night due to his excuse.

You chuckled lightly, stepping to the side to let him in. “Yeah, you can stay here I guess. Should I just grab a pillow and blanket for you?”

“That’s fine with me.” He said, following you into your rather small place. 

Running into your bedroom and grabbing a pillow off your bed and your throw blanket over the chair in the corner of your room, you threw the items on the couch. “I hope you don’t mind but I just gave you one of my pillows since I don’t have any others.”

“Y/N, I don’t care where your damn pillows come from.” He laughed, taking a seat on your couch. “Watching The Office again?” He noted, pointing to the TV.

You took a seat next to him. “Of course. It’s all I watch.”

“I don’t blame you; it’s a great show.” He agreed, leaning back on the couch and turning to you. “So how have you been? It’s been a while.”

“Good, I guess. I finish my studies this year which is cool, but I don’t really know what I’m going to do when I graduate. Probably find some boring ass job that pays the rent, since that’s where I’ll end up one day in my life regardless.” You shrugged some, looking up at him. “It’s not like I’ll have some exciting job like you where I travel the world and play to thousands of people a night.”

“I wouldn’t call that exciting…” He said, shaking his head at himself. “Wait I lied, it’s actually amazing. But it gets boring after playing 60 shows of the same 16 songs night after night and like 3 months total where I’m on a break.”

“Yeah, you’re life is so hard.” You teased. 

He shoved your side playfully. “Oh shut up, Y/N. You know it’s not all fun and games.”

You nodded. “Yeah, I know. It kinda sucks, doesn’t it?”

“Not in the long run, but like, not having time to do any personal shit, yeah that sucks.”

“Like masturbating?”

He let out a loud laugh, and you couldn’t hold back laughing yourself. “No, there’s always time for that.” He said, making the two of you laugh even harder. “Can I just be honest for a second? I don’t remember the last time something like this has happened.”

“Something like what?”

“Just sitting with another human other than the rest of the guys or the crew and just talked. Like regular friends do.” He said, putting his hands on either side of his face. “Holy shit, I’ve missed this.”

Without a doubt in your mind, you meant the next words you spoke. “I’ve missed you.” And you didn’t regret saying them.

He nodded, the corners of his mouth lifting into a small smile. “Me too.” He chewed on his bottom lip. “Would it be so bad if we hugged just now?”

You shook your head, and without responding, you fell into his arms, clutching tightly to him. His head rest on your shoulder and you shut your eyes tightly, remembering how amazing Michael’s hugs were and how you could easily spend all day in his arms. 

The moment the two of you pulled away, your eyes locked. His eyes were gleaming in the dim lighting of your apartment, a glimmer of mischief that you remembered so clearly very evident. And without realizing it, your lips had found his, effortlessly molding against his. You missed the feeling you got when you kissed Michael, how your heart would race and you couldn’t help but smile. He missed everything about you, how your touch ignited a flame inside of him that he felt only with you, and with each passing second he realized how he still loved you. And you couldn’t help but feel the exact same way.

You both pulled away, a little breathless and foolish grins plastered on each of your faces. His cheeks turned bright red and he scratched the back of his head awkwardly. “Was that wrong? I mean, we haven’t talked in months.”

“I dunno.” You sighed, looking down at your hands, now embarrassed that you kissed him like that. “Did it feel wrong to you?”

“No.” He said, shaking his head. “It felt right to me.”

“Me too.” Your voice was small, and you sat back on the couch. “But what does this even matter, with you still being gone all the time. And just like you said, we haven’t talked in months.”

“I’ve just been busy, but that doesn’t mean I care about you any less from when we broke up.” He admitted.

You looked up into his eyes smiled. “Me too.” You paused before shrugging your shoulders. “I’ve missed you so fucking much, Michael.”

“I’ve missed you too, Y/N.” 

“So what now?” You asked, standing up and putting your hands on your hips, pacing around and shaking your head in confusion. 

“I really want you. I want to remember what it was like to be so in love with you, and then I think to myself I never really stopped loving you.” 

He reached for your hands, and you bit your lip. “What makes you think things will be different this time, though?”

“I dunno, Y/N. But I make a whole lot of goddamn stupid choices in my life, but I’ve never been more sure of this.” He said, edging closer to you.

You looked him in the eyes, letting your hands find his neck, your fingertips lightly grazing over the pale skin. Michael’s hands instinctively went to your waist, effortlessly tracing his hands along your curves; you took your chance at situating a leg on either side of him, sitting in his lap so you were straddling him. You softly connected your lips once more, the passion and eagerness now very evident in the kiss. A soft moan fell from your lips as his hands trailed up to your hair, running through the locks. Your fingernails dug into the back of his neck, eliciting a groan from him; you smirked at his responsiveness. 

“I’ve missed you so goddamn much,” You sighed, dropping your head back as his kisses trailed down your jawline to the nape of your neck. 

He hummed against your skin as he lightly bit the flesh, sucking gently on it. “Me too.” He mumbled, his lips finding yours once more.

Hockey Luke (Chapter Twenty Three)


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“We’re gonna lose.”

I rolled my eyes for the millionth time, shaking my head. “No you’re not.” I said, even though I knew he wasn’t listening to me. “You don’t know that.”

“Luke,” I let out and exasperated sigh. “And you don’t know for sure that you’re gonna lose.” I told him. Coming to no surprise to anyone, the school team had made it to the finals. What was surprising was that for once they weren’t going to be playing Marks team. They had gotten out in the playoffs, and now we were up against a different team, the school was far off so I had never really heard of it.

But Luke had been saying for the past two days that they were going to lose, and that I should play for him because I could probably do a better job than him. i had laughed at that, knowing that he hadn’t been joking but also knowing that he wasn’t lying. “I’m serious,” He had told me. “You can like, be in a disguise. Like in that movie, with Amanda Bynes.”

I ha laughed even harder at that, finding his proposition ridiculous. “She’s the Man?” I asked, mentioning the movie be had previously asked about. “Yeah,” He had nodded, eyes getting wide. “Let’s do that.”

I had once again rolled my eyes, knowing that it would be first of all impossible to look like Luke. “No, Luke. I’ve told you a million times. You’ll be fine.”

Even if that was two days ago, he was still repeating the same things today. “I’m gonna have to change schools again, it’s all gonna be my fault that we’re gonna lose.” I let out a groan at his words, this time nodding my head.

“Yeah, you guys are gonna lose.” Luke’s head shot up when the words left my lips, small grin appearing on his lips. “Sorry, it’s kinda all I’ve been talking about.” He shrugged sheepishly. I laughed, nodding. He wasn’t wrong about that. 

“S’okay,” I shrugged my shoulders. “I’m used to it. Calum gets the same way. But seriously, I swear you guys will do great.” The game was tomorrow afternoon, and Luke wasn’t the only one who was starting to get nervous. Most players and a lot of students as well; it was easy to tell. 

So on game day, just like any other day of a big game, first block in class Calum was kept going on and on about God knows what. His leg was bouncing, both of them were actually and his eyes were shot wide. “Calum,” I said, after about thirty minutes of class. Stopping mid-sentence, he nodded looking at me wide eyed. “How many energy drinks have you had today?”

He paused, legs stopping as well as he stared at me. “None, why?” I rolled my eyes at him. “Cal, you’re acting as if you had like red bull injected into your blood. I know it’s the final today but you still gotta chill. Plus, shouldn’t you have energy drinks before the game instead of in the morning? They always make you crash after a few hours.”

He gave me a serious look this time. “No, Y/N I’m serious, I haven’t had any just a protein bar but I always have those. I’m just antsy.” He said, leg starting to bounce again. “Everyone is, honestly.”

“No kidding,” I muttered, “All Luke has been-” Cal cut me off. “What did Luke do? Do I have to beat him up?” He asked, not a hint of joking in his tone. I couldn’t help but smile. “No Calum, everything’s fine. All I was saying was that Luke has kinda gone insane about the game as well. More than you. Plus, I don’t even know why you’re nervous, you’re the captain. And you’ve won before.” I added.

When Calum first found out that Luke and I were officially dating, he was a little skeptical considering what had happened previously. But after a few months, he seemed to improve over time, maybe even becoming better friends with Luke. Cal would still make the odd comment here and there about beating up Luke, and Luke had actually told me that a week after we starting officially dating, Cal had pulled Luke aside during hockey practice to talk. Luke had told me that Calum had threatened (as he’s said many times) that he’d cut off Luke’s dick if he hurt me in the slightest way possible.

“Yeah but like,” Calum paused again. “It’s different every year. What if this year suddenly I forget how to skate?” I couldn’t help but laugh at that. “I don’t think you’re suddenly going to forget how to skate, Cal.”

“Yeah but what if I do? Or what if I trip and break my nose or something? Or a tooth.” He said, voicing his worries. “Well,” I breathed out. “That’ll only make you more of a hockey player. Everyone knows that all the pros are missing at least one tooth.”

He laughed, shaking his head. “You’re right. I’ll definitely get drafted if I lose a few teeth.”

So of course, once school was over everyone (okay, almost everyone) in the school headed out to the rink where the game was at. The place was packed people from both teams crowding the space. Family members, friends, players; everyone was here.

I went around, knowing that there was no chance that I’d be able to see any of the players before the game and decided to head straight over to my spot next to the coach on the bleachers. Although, I was surprised when I saw Luke in the crowd, frantically waving at me before I could disappear to the bleachers. “Luke,” I called, once he was within earshot. “What the hell are you doing here? Shouldn’t you be getting ready?”

He shook his head, waving his hand as if to say that wasn’t important. “Yeah, I can do that after. I wanted to see you before the game.” I could help the giddy feeling in my stomach when the words left his mouth.

“Here,” He simply said, handing me what looked like a shirt. I recognized it to be a jersey, his jersey to be specific. I remembered that they always got two in case something happened to one of them, and were both different colours schemes in case the team they were playing had similar colours. “I want you to wear it. ‘Cos like,” He shrugged, boyish grin adorning his lips. “You’re my good luck charm.”

I smiled, zipping off my hoodie and pulling it on over my shirt. It was big, obviously, but it was warm and smelt like him. “You look great, princess.” Luke grinned, giving you a once over.

“Now go get ready,” I said to him, waving my hand at him and already turning away. “Wait,” Luke’s voice called, grabbing hold of my arm before I could walk away and moving closer to me.

His lips collided with mine, taking me by surprise and quickly pulling away. “There,” He grinned, after the chaste kiss. “Now I can go get ready.”

So they played. The skated, they shot, the sweated, they swore, the fought and they won.

The game felt like it had gone by so fast, honestly it felt like I had only been sitting here for like a minute, and suddenly the loud buzzer went off, and everyone on our team cheered in joy, along with everyone sitting in the bleachers.

Once all the commotion had died down, honestly almost an hour had gone by, and the rink was slowly starting to clear out. I had agreed to meet up with Luke by the exit, and right when I was making my way over to him, I immediately noticed him; his height making him easy to find.

I ran over to him, tapping his back to that he could realize that had made my way over to him and jumped into his arms. “Congrats!” I exclaimed, face buried in his chest. “I told you that you wouldn’t lose.” I laughed, still tight in his embrace.

Luke pulled back from the hug slightly, still keeping me in his arms. “Shut up,” He laughed, leaning forwards once again only to this time connect our lips. He kissed me hard, but the both of us were laughing and had ecstatic smiles on our faces, teeth clashing. “Y’know,” He muttered against my lips, pulling away gently once again. “We’re young, and stupid, and,”

I looked up at him, expectant and wide eyed. “I know that we’ve only been together for a few months, and that I’m just the new kid,” He paused, biting his lip. “But,”

He took in a deep breath, eyes bearing into yours. He gently uttered. “I think that maybe I’m falling in love with you.”

It was like he had kissed me for the first time, a million butterflies escaped from my stomach. I leaned up, standing on my toes and pressing a soft kiss against his lips. “Same here.”



Bisexual Adam Birkholtz head canons

this has a read more because it ended up being more than 1000 words oops (i’m not even sorry i love this so much)

  • Okay he’s SUPER fucking bisexual like you have no idea how bi this boy is
  • Defines bi as ‘attracted to my gender and other genders’  
  • Doesn’t come out till his senior year, he knows the team would be cool with it but he kinda was coming to terms with it and then it didn’t really seem like some thing he felt like sharing. And you can bet he remembers that time Shitty went off on one of the seniors he freshman year about how not telling some one  your sexuality, romantic orientation, or gender is not lieing and that no one has to tell anyone that sort of thing.
  • He comes out to Ransom first, of course he does. But he’s terrified, the rest of the team, they’ll be great and Ransom will too but, it might change things between them and he’s so scared of that.
  • It doesn’t change things between them. Ransom probably even “I kind figured, but it’s no big deal bro, you wanna take a guy to winter screw this year? I can hook you up”
  • after he comes out he can finally get that bi pride tattoo he’s always wanted (idk one that doesn’t assume he’s only attracted to men and women though so i haven’t found a good one yet)
  • Samwell has it’s own pride celebration because pride month is in June and the LGBT+ organization on campus wants to celebrate pride when people are at school. Holster’s never been able to go, he’s been worried or busy with hockey things but some how it works out that he gets to go to one of the events (maybe the Pink Prom?? Or a drag show Idk) and he gets to dress up and he has some one pain little bi pride flags on his cheeks (Probably Lardo) and he just is so !!!! about it. because look at him he is out and he is proud and he loves it (I am 98% sure I got this idea from a fic tell me if you recognize it so I can give credit I think it was a bittyholtz fic)

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Request: “Could you do an imagine where the reader is Peter Parker’s age and she joined the avengers about the same time he did maybe earlier?? Idk haha but let’s pretend Pietro is still alive here (bc I miss him man) and Peter likes the reader and she kinda likes him but she also has a crush on Pietro? So Peter gets jealous and fights for the readers attention meanwhile Pietro finds the whole situation quite entertaining? Idk sorry if this is a bit confusing..??”

A/N: Sorry I haven’t been on in forever.  I had this saved in my drafts from like three months ago so I’m so sorry I’m just getting to this now. Don’t worry! It wasn’t confusing at all. I apologize if it’s not the best but I hope you like it! (I miss Pietro a lot too tbh)

Warnings: It not really a warning, it’s just that in this timeline Civil War didn’t happen. I hope no one minds. Also I didn’t give the reader specific superpowers so you guys can leave that to your imagination.

Pairings:  Peter Parker x Reader, Pietro Maximoff x Reader

Originally posted by robertsdowneystark

Originally posted by marveldcuniv3rse

You heard the elevator door opening and immediately put down the magazine you had been reading.

“Hey Y/N! How’s it going.” Peter said as he entered the main room of the Avengers Tower.

“Oh it’s just you. “ You sighed as you began to read the magazine you had been reading.

It had been almost six months since you joined the Avengers.  You remembered how Tony had first approached you one day as you were walking home from school.  He told you he knew about your superpowers.Of course you denied it the first thousand times but Tony didn’t give up easily.  Once he showed you the proof he had you had no choice but to admit to it.  After admitting to it Tony asked you to join the team and the rest was history.  You had bonded with the the Avengers but you kind of wanted another teenager on the team.  Four months later Tony introduced the newest recruit, Peter Parker aka Spiderman.  He wasn’t exactly what you had in mind when you had thought of wanting another teenager but he was good to have around.

“So have you heard about that new movie that’s coming out-” Peter began but was cut off by a Sokovian accent.

“Hey Y/N. Hey Spiderboy.”

“It’s Spiderman.” Peter mumbled under his breath.

“Hey Pietro.” You said with the biggest smile on your face.  You had sort of developed a crush on him over the six months you had been here and you would take any chance you could to talk to him.  “Where are you coming from?”

“Oh I was training with Steve.”  He said as he wiped the sweat off his forehead and sat down on the couch.

“So Y/N like I was telling you there’s-”

“What’s it like training with Captain America.” You asked your eyes filled with fascination as you looked at Pietro and moved closer to him on the couch. You could here Peter groaning and you gave him a glare in response.

“He can be pretty tough trainer but he’s a good guy.  Haven’t you trained with Steve too?”

“Yeah but that was only for a little bit.  Have you ever beat him in a fight while training?”

“I mean once but it-”

“Oh my God! You beat Steve in a fight. Wow Pietro you must be really good.”

Peter rolled his eyes as he crossed his arms “Hey Y/N.”

“Steve will never be able to live that down.” You continued

“Hey Y/N!” Peter said a little bit louder this time.

“I think Spiderboy is trying to talk to you.” Said Pietro as he pointed towards Peter who was seated on the other couch.  Pietro wasentertained by whole situation as it was obvious Peter was jealous.

“What Peter. Can’t you see I’m talking to Pietro” You said giving him a nasty look.

“I was just asking if you heard about that new movie that’s coming out today.”

“Yes I did.” You turned your face back towards Pietro.

“I think he’s trying to ask you on a date.” Pietro said as his face was filled with amusement.

“What really?” You asked with a look of surprise.  You admit that you had a crush on Pietro but you also had feelings for Peter.  You couldn’t help but be attracted to him no matter his dorkiness.

“I don’t know what Pietro is talking about. I was-uh-I-just-”

“Well I’ll leave you two alone.” Pietro says while running off to who knows where.

“Peter, I would love to go on a date with you.”

“But what about Pietro.”

“I don’t have a chance with Pietro, plus he’s more like an infatuation. I like you Peter. Also I’m sorry for being such a jerk and ignoring you.”

“It’s okay. I just thought that you didn’t like me but now that you told me that I feel better. So see you later?”

“See you later.” 

Just as you were about to kiss him on his cheek on the way out he turned his head causing your lips to brush against each other.

“I-I'm sorry.” Peter said with a worried look on his face.

“No, no it’s okay.” You said leaning in for another kiss.

Not Yet [Justin Bieber Imagine]

After stepping foot inside your home you closed the door and removed your jacket, hanging it up on the wall. You dropped your keys on the little table that was placed by the door when you moved in. You always had a habit of losing your keys around your old apartment and you didn’t want to carry the habit into the decent sized house you now live in. It’d be too much to search the entire house when you could just have a designated spot to leave them until you needed them. You slipped off your shoes and walked into the kitchen to get yourself a drink before going upstairs.

When you neared the kitchen the first thing you saw was your boyfriend sitting at the granite covered island, looking down at his phone. You stopped in your tracks at the sight of him. He was sitting there shirtless, his blonde hair messier and longer than he normally allowed it to get. You took a deep breath before you stepped into the kitchen. His head immediately rose at your presence, a soft smile taking over his face.

“Hey, babe. How was your day?” he asked. You didn’t cease your movements to get to the refrigerator as you answered him.

“Um, it was great. I had a lot of fun.” you told him. You opened the refrigerator and grabbed a cold bottle of water, opening it and taking a sip without even closing the refrigerator first. You made sure to keep your back to Justin, not wanting to give yourself the oppurtunity to stare at him and create millions of thoughts in your head. The sight of him on a regular basis was honestly breathtaking, so seeing him without a shirt was something that was hard for you to handle.

The feeling of arms wrapping around your waist startled you, making you freeze and your heart rate increase for a second. Once your mind processed that it was Justin you were moving normally again, but your heart didn’t calm one bit.

“I missed you.” he spoke into your ear before leaving a sweet kiss on your cheek. The gesture made chills run down your spine and gave you the urge to groan but you held it in.

“Justin…” you spoke, trying to turn in his arms so he’d loosen his grip. He did as you wanted and you were able to look at his face, his expression was one of patience as he waited for you to go on. “Can you put on a shirt on?” you asked him. He chuckled before kissing your cheek again and releasing you.

“Sure, babe. Sorry, I wasn’t thinking.” He disappeared upstairs as you closed the refrigerator and let out a breath you didn’t even know you were holding. The action was slowly but surely becoming a routine for you.

You told Justin from the start of your relationship that you wanted to wait for marriage to have sex. It’s just something that you believe is the right thing to do and even though no one around you, not even your parents, did it you still wanted to. It was important to you because it was a part of your faith and you were doing well with sticking with your goal before Justin came along.

Throughout the course of the so far two year long relationship, it’s just gotten harder and harder to wait. Justin is everything you ever wanted in a guy and even though the two of you fight sometimes like every other couple you’re very much in love with him and felt like he really might be the one.

Feeling this way made the temptation heighten between the two of you. So many times you’d feel relieved to go home and get away from him just so the pressure could be off you for a few hours. That was something that kept you strong for a while, knowing that you could just go home after it was done and not feel the urge to break the vow that was very important to you, but now you can’t really do that. Not since Justin convinced you to move in with him. Now it’s been constant temptation and having discipline to fight the way you felt.

Justin has been very respectful when it comes to this topic. He’s made it clear that he doesn’t want to rush you in any way and is always making sure you’re comfortable with whatever he’s doing. Of course he has his moments where he may let things get a little too hot or he playfully teases you, but those rare moments were also rarely the issue. Justin himself is just very tempting to you. The way he speaks, his movements, his whole being made your body scream and ever since you moved in with him the temptation has been on level 100.

You had made your way to the living room and were now sitting on the couch when Justin came back downstairs, his torso now adorned by a white t-shirt. After spotting you he came in the room and sat next to you.

“Sorry about that, y/n. I really wasn’t thinking.” he said to you.

“It’s okay. It’s just… it’s been really hard for me lately.” you admitted to him. You’d never talked to him about it that much before, partly out of embarrassment, but now seemed like the perfect time.

“Is it anything I’m doing? I don’t want to make you uncomfortable.”

“You’re not. Honestly, you don’t even have to do anything. Just seeing you is enough.” you told him.

“Are you saying you can’t resist me? I mean, I get that a lot so I understand.” he said. You smacked his arm and he laughed as you wore a small grin.

“I’m being serious.” you said. “Maybe I should move out.”

“What? No! You just moved in, it hasn’t even been three months yet.”

“Yeah, but.. it’s just going to keep getting worse. I just think that maybe we moved too fast and we should wait. I don’t want anything to happen that I’ll regret.” you told him. As much as you loved the idea of living with him and wanted this to work out, you needed to be honest with yourself. If you continued to let this feeling build like it has been you’d do something you’d regret and possibly resent Justin for it.

“Are you sure you still want to put yourself through that? If it’s that tough then, I don’t know… why torture yourself?”

“I just know I’d feel bad the next day if I did it. I don’t want to take my frustration with my decision out on you; we’ve got something good. I don’t want to mess it up.” you told him. He studied your face before turning away and letting out a loud sigh. You chuckled once the sound left his lips.

“I don’t like the idea of you moving out when I finally got you to move in,  but okay. I guess I’ll help you pack.” He stood up from his spot on the couch and began to walk away before you grabbed his arm, pulling him back down. You wrapped both arms around the one you pulled and hugged it tightly as you put your chin on his shoulder.

“We don’t have to do it just yet. Thank you for understanding, babe.” you told him. You left a kiss on his cheek and at the corner of his mouth before he turned his head towards you to get one on the lips. “I love you.” you said, resting your head on his shoulder afterwards.

“I love you, too.”

anonymous asked:

wait what happened with cassie,?

This is a long story. But I have to give background or it won’t make sense. If you guys already know what happened between me, my friends, and Fangirlish/TMI Source the other day, scroll past this first part until you see “!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Fangirlish has a copy of an early draft of the script, as does TMI Source. They posted about things that they saw in the scripts, but didn’t post them with disclaimers. So everyone got all upset about things that aren’t even in the final script, and both blogs kept posting things that aren’t true. For example, just the other day, one blog tweeted that Dot (an original character for the show) is Clary’s best friend, not Simon. This completely goes against what ABC Family said, that Simon is Clary’s best friend. But which ever blog that posted this obvious lie didn’t fact check and tweeted this anyway, even though they were basing this information on a draft that they got at least a month ago, before Alberto was cast because in his casting reveal, ABC Family gave a description of the character (Clary’s best friend). So anyway: obvious lying/ignoring facts. 

They’ve done this many times before and have been called out by many fans for it. So the other day, I reblogged the screenshots of their tweet about Dot and some other useless tweet, and I said (paraphrasing) “Stop lying/getting the fans riled up. You don’t know what’s actually going on you ‘ignorant ducks’”. I did call them ignorant ducks because they were being ignorant and ducks because idk I just think ducks are a non-offensive quasi-insult. Also they didn’t misread the “ignorant ducks” part because Fangirlish reblogged the post and said “I AM NOT AN IGNORANT DUCK!” So then my friend reblogged me and was basically like “Fangirlish and TMI Source need to stop acting like they know everything.” That’s all she said. There was nothing rude or mean from her side of the post. 

So sometime just after that, I - taking a cue from Fangirlish and their “open letter” attacks on the writer of Shadowhunters - posted an open letter to Fangirlish and TMI Source, basically saying “stop lying/posting rumors/getting fans riled up just because you want attention. it’s not fair to the fans and we’re tired of this bullshit”. “Bullshit” is the only word I can think of that may have been offensive. 

Then Fangirlish tweeted (and TMI Source retweeted) a tweet like “just because you post to tumblr doesn’t mean I don’t see the bullying” and she linked my friend’s post, which had my “ignorant ducks” comment CLEARLY being said by ME, but the post she linked was my friend’s reblog that I talked about above. So, since my friend’s blog was linked, SHE was the one who was attacked by tens of thousands of people that follow Fangirlish and/or TMI Source. So then my friend came to me, extremely sad saying “I didn’t even say anything and they sent their followers after me, calling me a bully. I didn’t even do anything bad.” and she DIDN’T. She had to go ask everyone who’d reblogged her post to delete her parts because she didn’t want to deal with people coming at her, harassing her - something that started with Fangirlish. 

Then, after seeing how poorly my friend was being treated for something I did, I went to tweet Fangirlish. I have the screenshots of our conversation but that’d make the post even longer. Basically it was:

L: people tell you to stop lying and so you call them bullies? you can’t get mad when fans tell you to stop lying. you haven’t seen a final script and you’re not writing the show. stop lying to us. 

F: I’m not lying

L: yes you are, as you’ve done before

F: I haven’t lied

L: *links post from a few months ago debunking everything Fangirlish lied about with the Shadowhunters show* uh, yeah you did

F: *blocks Leigh*

Also, though I never even tweeted them, TMI Source blocked me.

THEN I found a tweet from Fangirlish to my friend, saying “don’t call me names, you don’t know me” but this is the friend who DID NOT CALL THEM ANY NAMES. Reminder: this is all public so tens of thousands of people are seeing this girl calling my friend a bully and attacking my friend. If it were just the link to her tumblr post, that was bad enough, but then she had to call out my friend THROUGH TWITTER, so twitter AND tumblr users could go after her. 

So then I was like “hmmm, maybe what I said was too mean and they got offended and they thought ___ was the person who had insulted them so they’re calling her a bully.” I thought that’s what was going on and I felt extremely bad because if I’d been the only person who they were attacking, whatever. I’m a tough girl, I can handle some people on the internet. But they were not only attacking an innocent person (and I have screenshots of her SEVERAL apologies, though she never actually did any wrong), but after I posted to tumblr about what had happened that night, many other people came to me with the same story. “I got tired of Fangirlish posting lies, I told them to stop, they harassed me and my friends, blocked us, and continued to blog their lies.” This is showing that the person (or people) running Fangirlish is a bully. This wasn’t a one time thing or a misunderstanding. This was straight up bullying, harassment, and playing the victim. There’s no excuse for what she’s done. 


So Cassandra Clare follows both TMI Source and Fangirlish since they are very big blogs in the fandom. There’s about a 3% chance that she did NOT see what was happening the other day. And even if she hasn’t seen what happened, she has DOUBTLESSLY gotten messages/emails/questions about it. She knows what was going on and what Fangirlish was doing. And yet she’s still supporting these blogs, even after they sent thousands of people to attack an innocent girl. She defends their lying with “they can have their opinions” but first of all, they were not posting “opinions”, they were “reporting facts”. And second, opinions are not okay when they result in people being bullied. There’s a big difference between “this is my opinion” and “this is a lie but don’t call me out or I’ll tell thousands of people that you’re a bully”. But in Cassie-logic, “opinions” can excuse bullying?? 

What’s really fucked up about this is that Cassie has a history of bullying people online, though she has moved past that. But by supporting blogs who the fandom witnessed bully someone who was completely innocent, who fans have been attacked by several times in the past, who have harassed and written rude things to the show runner, she’s being no better than them. If you support bullies, you are just as bad as that bully. The thing that pisses me (and other fans I’ve talked to) off is that she’s the author of our favorite series and yet we have to sit here and witness her defend people who have bullied us and the people in charge of our show? What the hell kind of shit is that?

I love Cassie’s books, I think they’re great. I think it’s awesome that she has such a cool story and diverse cast of characters. But when you support people who treat your readers like shit, there’s a problem. I’m not about to support an author who thinks that’s an okay thing to do. I’m still going to watch the show, and I’ll read the books IF FANS GET AN APOLOGY FOR HER DOING THIS. But other than that, Cassandra Clare doesn’t exist to me. 

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Requested: Nope I’m sorry but this has been in my drafts so.

Wordcount: Like 1k haha

Type: Idk it’s not smut but it’s quite sweary??


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                “I don’t think that it’s that Y/N doesn’t want to dance with me, I just think she actually can’t. I mean, if she ever finally dances with me when we go to the club, or even if we somehow end up on a ballroom floor, I doubt she could attempt much more than the sprinkler!” Your boyfriend, Calum, laughed along with his band mates, unaware you were just outside the door, “She hates all kind of dancing, I’m pretty sure, even just the topic and she’ll pull me out of it with her. It just gets a bit annoying after a while.”

                “Doesn’t she usually attempt some sort of grinding in the club with you?”

                “Nah… Not really. She prefers to stay at the bar, and that’s fine, but sometimes it would be nice just to let loose and dance with her for once.”

You never ended up barging in on that conversation, instead quietly escaping to your shared bedroom to think over all the new information Calum had unknowingly given you. You were aware you couldn’t dance, of course, so before you figured that it would be better just to steer right away from any sort of dance floor; in hopes of not embarrassing both yourself and Calum. It had never really struck you that Calum might actually want to dance with you, let alone complain to his friends about how you were always seemingly frigid on the topic. You were caught up in a rage of confusion and embarrassment, before you sped quietly out the door to your nearest gym.

                The gym itself was barely a five minute walk away, and with the many dance class advertisements already plastered onto the door, it was certainly looking hopeful. You made your way up to the front desk of the thinned building, bouncing on the balls of your feet with impatience as you waited to see if there were any spaces left in their evening classes. If Calum was really that fed up with your lack of dance skills, then you’d soon be able to show him that you could and would do it; and for him too.

                “Um excuse me, but are there any vacancies in any of your dance classes? The evening sessions?” You spoke to the receptionist, “Preferably for a Latin ballroom class?” According to Google, the Latin dance requires a lot of hip movement, so you guessed that you could at least apply some knowledge to any future dancing in the club too.

                “We currently have four free vacancies. If you would like to sign up to join this session for a term of two months then please sign here. The course will cost you $18 a lesson, and your partner will be selected from a range of professionals based on height.”

                You nodded, a grin tugging on your lips as you reached for the pen to sign the document. “Your first session will begin in two days.” The receptionist spoke as she took the papers back off you, a quick smile sending you on your way back home.


“Where are you going out tonight?”

“Oh, just to Lucy’s, don’t worry about it, Cal, I’ll see you tonight. Love you.”


“I’m so sorry about our movie night, Calum, I completely forgot, but I’ll make it up to you soon, I promise.”

“What’s the excuse this time?”

“Poppy needed some help with work and you know how she can get. I’ll be home as soon as possible though!”


“Y/N I’m done with all of this leaving me in the evenings. Are you okay? Are we okay?”

“Of course Cal! I’ll explain it all soon! I love you! See you later!”


You were just finishing your last lesson of your dance classes and were on your way home. Over the two months, Calum had got seemingly more suspicious about where you were going each night, but it never really seemed like that bigger deal to you.  It was only when you returned home to find Calum up and waiting for you for once that you realised how much it was bothering him, and without you knowing.

                “What excuse is it now, Y/N? Another problem at work?” The sarcasm was hooked onto his every word, the set of venom in his eyes both terrifying and unseen.

                “Calum, what do you mean? You’ve never really asked before.”

                “You’re just avoiding my questions again! And I’ve never really asked before because, well, I trusted you before!” Calum yelled as your eyes widened in shock.

                “Why don’t you trust me anymore? What did I do?” By now, Calum wasn’t the only one who was pissed.

                “You’ve been home late every single night for two months, Y/N! You can’t exactly blame me!”

                “I wouldn’t blame you if you actually trusted me!”

                “Cut the fucking crap, Y/N! I’m not good enough; I get it, but at least break it off with me before you go behind my back seeing him!”

                “Calum Thomas Hood I am not cheating on you, for Christ’s sake! I heard what you were saying to the guys about my inability to dance and shit so I got fucking dance lessons.” Calum had shut up by then. “Yeah, crazy, I know, but I figured I’d try to be better for my boyfriend and fucking learn how to dance just for his sorry ass who then thinks I’m cheating on him!”

                “What? Oh God, really? So you’re not… You’re not even leaving me?”

                Calum never gave you the chance to correct his stupidity; instead slamming his mouth onto your own in some mess of a kiss, but it was loving all the same.

                “You’re an idiot, you know that?”

                “I know, and I’m sorry, but how about you show me your new moves?”