it was really hard to explain this photo to my friends while stoned

Harry's interview on Quotidien
  • I: Can you hear me?
  • H: Yes
  • I: Welcome to Paris!
  • H: Thank you
  • I: How are you? Can you answer in French?
  • H: Good! A little bit. A tiny bit. Très bien et toi ?(very good and you?)
  • I: Very good, thank you. We start our interviews with “can you give us your five favourites words in English or French. Or a French sentence”. Someone told me you knew a French sentence.
  • H: Comment vous faites un café si délicieux? (How do you make such a delicious coffee?)
  • I: OK, that’s good.
  • H: That’s all I have.
  • I: Do you say it very often?
  • H: No... Yes
  • I: What does France mean to you? Is it something, someone etc...?
  • H: Best people I’ve known... I think her, *shows a fan* I guess. Fabien Barthez.
  • I: Yes, Fabien Barthez. Harry, you’re 23 years old and you’re one of the best known pop-star in the world. Everybody has expectations with your new album and single Sign Of The Times. Why did you choose that song? This is not what people were expecting.
  • H: I think I wanted to.. I've always liked music that made me feel something. You know I think writing it I could feet something I wanted to bring it out. I think it's a good indicator for me of what the album is to me. That's why I wanted to go with that first.
  • I: Billboard wrote that the single was "one of the more ambitious opening statements in pop this decade". Not bad, isn't it?
  • H: Thanks!
  • I: Do you have friends working at Billboard?
  • H: I don't know anyone at Billboard.
  • I: When we listen to the song we think of David Bowie, Queen, who else did you think of?
  • H: I mean, I think everyone, anything, any song you've ever listened to growing up or throughout your life or you've enjoyed, inspired you. There are a lot of different things. I wanted to just write and see what came out. I didn't know what I sounded like to make an album. So this process was as interesting for me as I think it will be for people listening to the album for the first time.
  • I: Do you know French singers other than Serge Gainsbourg? That's a tricky question.
  • H: I know Woodkid. He directed my music video.
  • I: Why him?
  • H: I think his videos are amazing, he's a really talented guy and I love French people so I worked with him.
  • I: When you're in Spain, do you say that you love Spanish people?
  • H: No!
  • I: It seems like everything has been easy...
  • H: Great tie.
  • I: You think so? It's French.
  • H: It's not a Spanish tie, isn't it?
  • I: Can I see your loafer? Oh yes! What is the brand? That's not French, isn't it? It's Italian.
  • H: No.
  • I: That's from the European Union!
  • H: Probably yeah.
  • I: It seems like everything has been easy for you, is it true?
  • H: Was what simple?
  • I: Your life, everybody wants a life like yours, with One Direction...
  • H: I mean, I feel very lucky to be able to make music, I feel very lucky to be able to make this, I feel very lucky today being in France and performing my song. I love this song. I can't complain.
  • I: What were the unpleasant things?
  • H: *thinking*
  • I: I don't know, say only one thing.
  • H: I think when you care so much about something, it's hard to get to the point where you feel like it's finished and it feels like you're adding and it never ends and it adds up. So I think the hardest part was getting into that point and be like "ok that's finished."
  • I: You said to the Rolling Stone magazine that most of the album was inspired by a woman. Really?
  • H: No I think, honestly, the album is much more about me than it is about anyone else. I think if I said the album is about a woman it kind of feels like, I don't know, I put a lot of work into this. I don't feel like it revolves around woman. It's a lot about me and things I've never said before. It's more about me.
  • I: How did you start with a boy band and end with a solo career? Is it complicated?
  • H: It's been a lot of fun. You know we were very lucky to get to do some amazing things and at the moment in our lives, we're in a time where everyone is trying their own thing and have a good time. It's been amazing to see everyone doing their own thing as well. If I can do as well as the others, it'd be amazing.
  • I: Do you call them everyday or text them? Do you use What's app?
  • H: I don't have that.
  • I: Why?
  • H: Yes we talk, absolutely. And everyone is bringing stuff out. It's been a lot going on. It's been a good time.
  • I: This is the album cover! Can you describe it? Why did you choose this picture?
  • H: Yeah. So, I don't know. I worked with photographer Harley Weir, I'm a massive fan of her work. And that's amazing and I was lucky enough to work with her. I felt like this was what I wanted.
  • I: Why is it pink? Why the water? Why your back? Why? It's beautiful but why is it pink?
  • H: I don't know, man!
  • I: Really? You don't know?
  • H: I don't know. I don't think I want...
  • I: Apparently pink is Rock'n'roll's colour.
  • H: Apparently so. I don't know. I think it means something to me and if it means anything to anyone else, I wouldn't want to take away from that by explaining it. I think the cool thing about stuff like photos and art is you can just leave it. You don't have to explain it.
  • I: Everybody sees what they want to see.
  • H: Yes exactly.
  • I: Have you seen this?
  • *video of people reacting to Harry's single*
  • I: Your fans record themselves while listening to the song for the first time. You can hear relevant analysis and apparently they all really liked it. Do you read what people say about you on social media? On Youtube, Twitter, Instagram? Do you use Instagram?
  • H: Yes I use it a little bit.
  • *The public disagrees with Harry*
  • H: Yes I use it a little bit. I mean I wish everyone was having as good time as the girl who was like that with her hands. That's what I do when I listen to the song.
  • I: Are you the one using your Instagram? Do you use your own fingers or someone else does it for you?
  • H: Yes, I do mine.
  • I: Do you still vote in Redditch?
  • H: In?
  • I: Redditch!
  • H: That's where I was born?
  • I: Yes.
  • H: I don't live in Redditch.
  • I: So you don't vote there. Where did you vote?
  • H: London, yeah.
  • I: What do you think of the Brexit? Welcome to Europe!
  • H: Thank you very much, thanks. I mean, I don't really comment on politics. To me, anything that brings people together is better than things that pull people apart. That's ... yeah.
  • I: Yet, you are in favour of equality of rights, men, women, gay people, straight people... That's politics.
  • H: I don't know. It doesn't feel like politics. I think stuff like equality feels much more fundamental. I feel like everyone is equal. That doesn't feel like politics to me.
  • I: Your fans are fetishists. They know all of your tattoos, piece of jewellery, they have heart attacks when you cut your hair. Right now you're playing with their feelings. Do you know that?
  • H: Oh ok.
  • I: Yes! What is your favourite tattoo?
  • H: I think... I have a.. probably. I don't know, actually.
  • I: Which one is the latest?
  • H: The latest is this one there. *shows Arlo* And this one. *shows Jackson*
  • I: Jackson? All of them?
  • H: Yes.
  • I: What's the story behind your haircut? How much did you spend on hair products with One Direction?
  • H: Yeah, like a lot. I used a lot, yeah.
  • I: You're in Dunkirk, Christopher Nolan's new movie.
  • H: Yes.
  • I: How did you do?
  • H: I auditioned.
  • I: Look at you there.
  • H: I am, that's me.
  • I: Yes.
  • H: I auditioned and it was great. It's going to be a really cool movie.
  • I: Harry, it feels like we know you since you're a baby. The whole world discovered you in 2010 on X Factor.
  • *video of Harry's X Factor audition*
  • I: You auditioned alone but Simon Cowell had an idea... he put you in a band with Zayn, Louis, Liam and Niall. You became One Direction. You found the name One Direction and you sold millions of albums. One Direction are soon considered as the new Beattles and you filled the biggest stadiums. The whole world was talking about you. When you go out we prayed for your eardrums. You became UK's pride. David Cameron is in one of your music videos, your sang for the Queen. But in 2015... bang! Zayn left the band, fans couldn't get over it. But don't worry, their favourite is now on the cover of the Rolling Stone magazine, he's in Christopher Nolan's new movie, he's Mick Jagger on SNL... What you don't know is that we've met in 2012. You were in France to promote an album and now I have questions. First one! When you're in a car and fans are all around you, do you see that?
  • *video of fans around a car*
  • H: I think I've actually lost my shoe there. When I got in the car... I got in the car and I was like "how many shoes do I have?" Yes I lost my shoe.
  • I: I have another question! Do you still do that before going on stage?
  • *video of Harry and Lou*
  • I: Can we do it?
  • H: No.
  • *does it anyway*
  • I: What is the weirdest question someone asked you?
  • H: I think it was actually a French interview. I got asked if I would pee in a sink... Yeah.
  • I: Ok, that's weird!
  • H: It was the first question, the first question.
  • I: It puts you in the mood.
  • H: Yeah.
  • I: What is the question you never want to be asked ever again? Did I asked you that question?
  • *Harry asks the public*
  • H: Which one? Oh crush.
  • I: What?
  • H: Crush.
  • I: Oh ok. I didn't ask it! Did you know that a French author wrote a novel about you. It's called "Styles", it's about his obsession with you. It's in French. You can translate it.
  • H: Oh! Is that true?
  • I: Yes it's true. He dedicated to you. It's called "Styles" and it's a really good book. Read it!
  • H: Thank you.
  • I: Thank you very much Harry Styles for coming tonight. His first eponymous album comes out on the 12th May. Thank you Harry Styles.
  • H: Thank you.
  • I: Have a safe journey home.

anonymous asked:

Hi! Why do you think harry chose pink for his album? I don't think it's because "its rock&roll color" is it? In the french interview he said it MEANS something to him but hmm.... do you have any idea ?

I do have an idea. My answer involves a lot of speculation, so take it with a giant grain of salt. My quotes on the Quotidien interview is taken from this transcript. The video is here.

Stepping back a bit, I do feel conflicted about speculating on a question like this. As the interviewer said, millions of people (including me) dissect Harry’s every tic under a microscope. I don’t think I could be 100% consistent under that kind of scrutiny. Yes, he is a celebrity– and the promotion of his creative work inevitably involves revealing something of his personal life, so that his audience can feel more connected to him. Allowing access to stalkers is part of this strategy– to make him seem reachable, intimate, yet iconic and larger-than-life. They are loathsome and invasive. But they are also useful.

We’ve all been discussing the Harry Styles™ mystique: Harry’s quality of never being completely known or understood, his way of saying nothing while saying something and vice versa, his desire to separate his professional from his private life. This is why audiences are obsessed with whether he “presses the Instagram button with his own finger.” We want to eliminate a layer of uncertainty in the speculation, to know that we’re one circle closer to the real Harry Styles. 

He’s mentioned that Sign of the Times has a personal meaning to him, but explains its meaning in vague, general terms. The lyrics, while seemingly personal and urgent, are not specific to a circumstance. We circle and hover, but never get closer. 

What about Cameron Crowe’s Rolling Stone article, stating in no uncertain terms that the album is “ten songs” about “women and relationships”? Here’s what Harry says

  • I: You said to the Rolling Stone magazine that most of the album was inspired by a woman. Really?
  • H: No I think, honestly, the album is much more about me than it is about anyone else. I think if I said the album is about a woman it kind of feels like, I don’t know, I put a lot of work into this. I don’t feel like it involves around woman. It’s a lot about me and things I’ve never said before. It’s more about me.

It’s not about a woman. His first word is, “No.” Then he softens his statement by redirecting it to himself (personal life), then his hard work (professional life), things he’s never said before (a mixture of the two). In a Harry way, he circles the question back on itself– my music is about both me and my music. It’s a statement about nothing. But in saying that, it answers something– it’s not about women. 

So let’s see what he says about the color pink:

Keep reading

FILLED REQUEST: down with love, a fuckboi! seongwu au

(image credit)

pairing: ong seongwu x reader
genre: fluff, angst
wordcount: 3023
summary: Ong Seongwu is the campus’s resident type-A fuckboy. when you, an unknown writer, attempt to steal his spotlight, he tries to get revenge by making you fall in love with him.
warnings: provocative situations, but nothing too steamy
(inspired by the movie of the same name! same verse as the sungwoon prince au, but with a different reader + earlier time period. cross-posted on ao3.)

one | two

Each term, Ong Seongwu beats three of his own personal records: the number of features editors who’ve quit at the campus publication he heads; the amount of attention its social media has garnered under his editorship; and the size of his contacts list, the names of interviewees mingling with those of all the people he’s slept with.

Everybody on campus knows Ong Seongwu, and he wants to keep it that way. A consummate professional, he entered university knowing exactly what he wanted and how he was going to get there. After all, one doesn’t become an excellent reporter and social media influencer overnight; Seongwu built his brand through hard work, god-given good looks, and a knack for making people laugh. He flirts with all of them and fucks them without batting an eyelash, and none of them can say they didn’t know what they signed up for.

Yes, it’s easy to fall for Seongwu, with a story like his: a talented boy on scholarship with big dreams, eager to find someone to share his life with. The best lies are half-truths, after all. Seongwu does work hard, but he doesn’t think there’s a place in his life for love. Still, that doesn’t mean he can’t have fun, and he’s broken the many hearts of people who’ve wanted more.

Keep reading

Cherry Blossom Ending | Minhyuk

Originally posted by wonhontology

Characters: Minhyuk x Female Reader

Genre/Warnings: fluff, college!au, no major warnings

Length: 3993 words (including lyrics)

A/N: IT’S FINALLY DONE! Not gonna lie, I was starting to hate this thing because of how long it took to churn out… I also did like the weakest of proofreads so I wouldn’t be surprised if there are errors OTL… But i’m just so happy it’s finished! also say hello to the choppiest ending ever

This is for @mxwriters​ lyrical writings week! The song I used is Cherry Blossom Ending by Busker Busker!

“Today let’s walk together on this street
How is this lullaby that you hear on this night?
I hold hands with you, whom I don’t know
As we walk together with this unknown trembling”

You’re late, so late it’s not even funny. Darting around the other students you internally curse your roommate to hell and back. She’d promised to wake you up for the new quarter if you slept through your alarm but when you did eventually wake up, your alarm was finishing it’s third round and your roommate was nowhere to be found. And so here you were, running through the quad, paint supplies bouncing precariously in your arms.

You hear the clack of something falling to the ground and turn around to see one of your brushes has fallen. With a groan, you turn fully around and start to bend down. However, what you don’t see is the man with pastel colored grey-purple hair running towards you. He must not see you either because suddenly you feel a shoulder ram into your own and all the supplies in your arms goes flying to the floor.

Keep reading

What Just Happened?!?: No Future in the Past (S2E08)

TACOS ARE TASTY! TACOS ARE TASTY! Holy freakin’ balls. My emotions. My feelings. Holy shitballs the angst. Holy backstory.

New-ish Character(s)

By that I mean now we know concrete things about them.

Father Juan Carlo, curiously called Padre by others but he refers to himself as Father: Owns a chop shop, he’s who you call if you need your car towed, and the Chief of the Volunteer Fire brigade.

Robert Svane: A friend of Wyatt Earp who delivered messages between estranged BFFs Doc and Wyatt. 

Sheriff Clootie: A madman, the unhinged Sheriff of Purgatory with three wives and fathered Constance Clootie’s two demon sons that were killed by Wyatt Earp. Oh. He was the one who cursed Wyatt.

Monster(s) of the Week

It’s apparently my feelings because it has been utterly destroyed by this episode and I’m not sure I have made my peace.

Final Thoughts (before I get into it, because oh boy! do I get into it.Some spoilers? IDK at this point I think everyone knows what went on, in general)

Holy storyline and so much information! I watched it live. Watched it again immediately after. Watched it a day later. And then I watched it again and took notes. So much notes that I felt like I was in a vision quest back to my Organic Chemistry class.

This episode gave us a concrete How the Earp Curse Began 101. In Season 1, they did say how and why, but as with Wynonna Earp, things move quickly and people may have missed it. It’s interesting to point out that there may be episode parallels between the seasons. For instance, S1E07 and S2E07 are both major Wynaught episodes; S1E08 and S2E08 are both Wynonna learning more about Earp history (S1E08 she learned Ward wasn’t exactly the heroic Earp heir and S2E08 she learns about the origins of the curse); S1E09 and S2E09 are both written by Alexandra Zarowny (AKA Wayhaught Whisperer) so I think we’re gonna have a major Wayhaught moment this Friday. Of course, it could all be nothing. But, it could be something.

Anyways, what I found interesting in this episode was how it showed us different sides of characters. How the paragon of all things good and moral and just can actually fuck up because she’s only human and can make mistakes. Or, how the evil demon who let’s be honest seduced a young girl in captivity and called it love was once a good man, meek but loyal to his friend. Is it a thing that it’s these two characters? Maybe. And if you follow that road you can come up with so many theories and speculation that it’ll be hard to climb out of the rabbit hole. Did that happen to me? LMFAO OF COURSE! It really is probably nothing and just a coincidence (I suppose we’ll see by the end of the season, I hope).

Continue reading for…well, hopefully, at this point you know what you’re gonna get if you usually read these “What Just Happened” posts. Why do I have no picture? I got lazy. Again.

Keep reading

History repeats

word count: 5180

kai parker x reader 

summary: After a long awaited reunion with Kai, the reader and kai think that theres only one way for the two of them to stay together. 

a/n: some implied smut lmao pls forgive me. Let me know if i should do a part two :)

Kai Parker had always been your best friend. You had known him since birth and always felt like he was more than just your friend. Years and years of bonding had only brought the two of you closer, especially getting trapped in the 1994 prison world together after you were associated with kai for killing his family.

Finally moving to mystic falls from hours and hours of bickering, the two of you had settled down from murder sprees and siphoning magic to roommates; renting a small apartment five minutes away from the grill. Another fight blew up after you pointed out how old the two of you were, leading to many college applications and meltdowns.

All your frenemies (at the time) such as Elena thought that it would be best for the two of you to start college anyways; since you both agreed to try to make the most out of a normal life. Kai wasn’t really on board but he would do anything to stay with you.

Months after the both of you had been accepted into whitmore and sold your apartment, you grew distant from one another. Sure you both stayed in different dorm buildings and took none of the same classes, but you never called or texted the other. The only person you really talked to was Elena when you had shifts at the hospital, and liv, when you and Elena would pull all nighters at the bar over many cups of coffee.

You weren’t sure what kai was doing or who he was hanging out with or if he was even still attending classes at whitmore. You use to go by his dorm room every now and then but he was never around. He could have dropped out by now for all you knew. You missed how things use to be but the two of you had promised each other that college was the best way to start fresh and forget the past.

The worst part wasn’t adjusting to being normal, though. It was having to live without kai. You missed him more than anything; than anyone. He was your other half. No one ever seen the two of you apart. Damon would often laugh at the two of you for acting like an old married couple.

It had been a full six months at whitmore; a full six months without kai. You and Elena has just finished your shifts at the hospital. You waved her goodbye and walked towards your dorm, Caroline trailing behind you.

“Hey!” She greets you, yawning. “How was your shift?”

“Normal. Boring.” You couldn’t think of any other way to describe it. Things were getting tiring at college without your best friend. All the rush and fun from the first week quickly died down.

“Well, how about we rent a movie?” Caroline asks. “We haven’t had a movie night in ages.”

Even though it was pitch black outside, the street lights being the only thing illuminating caroline’s face, you could see her eyes sparkling. There was something she wasn’t telling you through her wide grin, showing all her pearly white teeth.

“Caroline,” you turn to her. “You already rented the movie, didn’t you?”

She reaches in her purse and takes out the dvd, waving it in the air.

“The notebook!” She exclaims. You hated raining on her parade but you couldn’t help yourself.

“Seriously? The notebook?” You ask, grabbing the dvd from her, examining the couple on the front.

“Cmon y/n!” Caroline whines. “This is the only way to get over your breakup.” She says, snatching the dvd back. “Sometimes you’ve just gotta let it all out, you know?”

“Me and kai were never together in the first place, care.”

“Yeah but-”

“Let’s go. I’m freezing.”

You and Caroline rush back to your room, neither one of you saying another word.


The movie had only been on for an hour, but you couldn’t help starting to fall asleep. You found it hard to recall chunks  of the movie from dozing off several times, even though Caroline had crawled into your bed with you. The words personal space had no meaning when it came to Caroline. You thought she was sweet to be keeping you company like this, and not to be out at a college party.

“Y/n,” she nudges your arm.

“Sorry,” you apologize. “I’m just really tired.”

“No, this.” Caroline explains, showing you a flyer. “A bunch of guys dropped this off while you were asleep. I thought you’d like to see it.”

She hands you the flyer and you have absolutely no idea why she thought you’d be interested. Sure you had been to a few college parties with Elena and Caroline, but they weren’t really your thing.

In big, purple blocky letters read “whitmore’s mid year celebration! Building six-b, Friday night starting at ten. Free booze!”

“You want me to go to a frat boy party?” You ask Caroline. “Are you mad?”

“Look at the photos.” She points. You had never heard Caroline sound so upset. She usually only spoke so softly when someone had died or she was really sad.

You examine the pictures down below from former parties the male students from six-b have had in the past. One was of two guys smiling and holding beer cups. Another was a bunch of people partying. Another was a guy playing beer pong, a giddy smile plastered on his face, his messy dark hair spiked up in odd angles, his blue eyes shining despite the dark room the picture had been taken in. He looked so drunk already, or stoned, or both. You would recognize that baby face anywhere.

“I think we found him.” You could tell Caroline was smiling, but all you could do was stare at the flyer.

It was kai.


It was an hour before the party started and you still didn’t have anyone to cover your shift at the hospital. You didn’t want to ask jo because she had a hard enough time with doing her own job and you being at whitmore, let alone Kai as well. You trusted her and cared for her but you knew that after everything, she still couldn’t trust you one hundred percent, just like her twin brother.

You couldn’t ask elena either. Not that she would mind but it seemed wrong to dump another hour of work into her day. Elena deserved the world and working an extra hour wasn’t one of them.

The only other person you were sort of friends with was Liam, elena’s ex. You weren’t even sure he would remember your name, so there was no point really. You just couldn’t think of how to make it there in time.

Sure you could be fashionably late, but the whole point was to get there early, to sort things out with kai. You wouldn’t have another chance after tonight because he never answered his phone and no one ever knew where he was.

“Coffee for you,” Elena says, handing you a cup of piping hot coffee. She sits down next to you and sips hers, checking the time on her phone to see how much time was left on her break.

“Is everything alright? I’ve noticed that you seemed a bit on edge today.” Elena questions.

You sigh, still unsure if you should tell her about kai. But she’s your friend, so one way or any other she’ll find out. It’s best to her yourself.

“I need someone to cover my evening shift.” You explain. “I have to go to a party tonight.”

“You? Go to a party?” Elena asks, sipping her coffee. “What’s that all about?”

“Kai’s going to be there.”

Elena gasped and grabbed your wrist. “Y/n!” She exclaims. “That’s amazing. I’ll cover your shift for you. Don’t worry.”

“Really? You’d do that?”

“Anything for a friend.” She smiles.


You left work early thanks to Elena and got back to your dorm as quickly as you could. Caroline even ditched her afternoon classes to help get you ready for the party.

“Sooo,” Caroline drawls out. “Are you sure you don’t want me to come?”

“I think It’s best I go alone.” You reply, as Caroline added another pin in your hair.

“Well either way, you’re still going to be the hottest one there.” She grins.

Caroline had done an excellent job with you. She pined up your hair and added shiny little pins that matched the nude eyeshadow she patted on your eyelids.  You looked effortlessly beautiful as she liked to say. Your shiny pink lip gloss tied in with your simple outfit of a mini dress and sneakers, still wanting to keep it casual.

“So. What’d you think? Are you ready to go get your man back?” Caroline smiles again.

“We were never a thing, care.” You assure her. “I just need my best friend back.”

You watched caroline’s smile quickly fade away. You knew half the reason was because she considered you her best friend but the other half was because she genuinely felt sorry for you. No one deserved to be treated like kai was currently treating you.

“Well, looks like you are going to be fashionably late.” Caroline sighs.

“What?” You gasp. Time had went by so quickly with all the fun you two were having. All you wanted was to get there early to talk to him.

“What time is it?”

“Eleven.” She replies, biting her lip.

You get up from the bathroom sink where Caroline had numerous bottles of hairspray she just used on you. You zoom out grabbing your jacket.

“I’ll text you!” You call out as you slam the door. You don’t wait behind to hear Caroline’s response.


It wasn’t hard finding Kai’s building. Sure collage parties were loud, but they were nothing like this one. You couldn’t possibly miss it. You make yourself up to the third floor where the door was wide open, dozens of people flowing out by the second, holding red solo cups.

You would never find Kai with all these people. You already felt so hopeless even though you had just arrived. walking over towards the food table, you grab a lukewarm soda just to keep your hands busy. Everyone else was dancing and having so much fun but you stayed glued to the wall, scanning the room for kai.

“Chug! Chug! Chug! Chug! Chug!” A bunch of frat boys chant, crowding around some guy looking like he hadn’t had something to drink in ages. He already seemed drunk even though the party only started an hour ago.

You can barely make out the figure because of all the other people in the room. You see the man set down the bottle of beer and cheer along with all the other guys. You would know that scream anywhere. Malachai.

You push your way through the crowd, grabbing his hand. The frat boys stare at you and one of them tells you to loosen up. You don’t even bother staring at him for a split second or asking him what the hell was he thinking or where was he for the past few months.

You drag him into his room, the one you had helped him set up when you first arrived and push him down on the bed, your arms crossed.

“What the hell, malachai?” You scoff.

“Jeez, I thought you’d be happier to see me after all this time.” He points out.

“Where were you? What happened to you?” You were so mad and wanted to punch him. But you were also so happy that he was alive and you couldn’t help yourself from crying. “Where were you?” You ask again, sobbing. You couldn’t help yourself. It just felt so right to be with him after all this time.

“Come here.” Kai says softly, standing up and embracing you in a hug. He runs his hands up and down your back, trying to calm you down. A few years picked at Kai’s eyes as well, finally realizing how big of a mistake he had made. He seen how upset you were and never wanted things to turn out this way.

Eventually he lets go, looking you in the eyes still holding onto your shoulders.

“Hey,” he says, gaining back your eyes on him. You couldn’t bring yourself to look at him completely. You focused on other things in his room like his grunge music posters and a birthday card you had made him when the two of you were kids on his bedside table.

“Let me go get us some drinks.” He smiles, shyly. He leaves you alone in his room, closing the door behind himself. You studied everything you could catch your eye on. Nothing had changed since when you had first helped kai move in. You notice something tucked inside a book on his bed and you couldn’t help but wonder what it was. You pull it out, studying the creased picture. It was the last picture taken of the two of you together before he had killed his family. You, Kai and jo wore matching Christmas sweaters that joshua had bought for the three of you. You all had giddy little smiles on your faces. For once you were all happy, without a care in the world.

Kai opens up the door and catches you sliding the picture back in the book. You look at him, embarrassed with yourself. You knew you shouldn’t have been snooping but you couldn’t help yourself. Kai passes you a red solo cup and takes a seat next to you.

“It’s one my favourite pictures of us.” Kai nudges you, taking a sip from his cup.

You suddenly felt so awkward all of a sudden. You would assume that after all this time you wouldn’t be able to shut up, babbling on about what you had been doing and thinking and wanting. But you couldn’t form the words and apparently neither could he.

Kai left for round two of drinks, leaving you alone in his room again. He hadn’t even asked you if you wanted another one, he just got up and left when he seen you were finished. You could tell that Kai wanted you to stay and not to go anywhere, and his only idea of how to get you to stay seemed to be drinks.

He left again. And again and again and again. He brought so many drinks back you were sure that the both of you had drunk a full keg between the two of you. More warm beer sloshed around in your cup. You felt woozy, not wanting to move or go anywhere else. You hadn’t even thought of getting Elena or Caroline to come pick you up if things got out of hand. But you could tell that they already were because you were beyond drunk.

You couldn’t hear anyone else partying. You had no idea what time it was. College parties usually ran early into the morning but it was still dark out. You couldn’t make sense of much and wondered why you had been so irresponsible.

“You know why I left you?” Kai asks, his words slurring together. You assumed you knew what he had asked, but you honestly weren’t sure. You were too focused on the bile slowing rising in your throat, urging you to throw up. You started to think you had alcohol poisoning.

You shrug, your shoulders aching, your arms feeling ten times heavier.

“Because I’m in love with you. And I didn’t know how to tell you. So I left. And now I see how hurt you are-”

Kai drops the empty plastic cup on the floor as he pushes into you, kissing you hard. You pull back, stunned. Nothing was registering at the moment. Your best friend had just kissed you and he was obviously into it. He wanted you more than anything.

“I love you too.” You blurt out. You weren’t even sure why you had said that. You only ever thought about him like that very few times. But why did it matter that you had said that anyways? Everyone already through that the two of you had dated in the past so why not give it a try now?

Kai smashes his lips against yours once more, letting his hands fall in your hair, undoing the mess Caroline had made. You couldn’t help yourself by ripping off his tight white shirt, revealing his flat stomach. Things went by so quickly, neither one of you letting space pass between your kisses. You felt as if his lips were a drug; you needed more and more of him. You fall back on the bed as kai holds himself over you, unzipping the front of your skater dress. His hands gripped the bed sheets as you couldn’t help but stare at how beautiful every inch of him was. He looked so beautiful in the moonlight shining through the window. You had wondered why it had taken the both of you so long to get to this point. But it didn’t matter, because this was happening now.


You awoke with a knot tying in your stomach, begging you to get some water. Your eyelids were heavy, your throat dry. Kai laid with nothing more than a loose bedsheet draped over the bottom half of himself. It takes you a moment to realize that what had happened last night wasn’t a dream.

He looked so peaceful when he slept, like a little angel. You wanted nothing more than to stay with him until he woke up, but knew that Caroline and Elena must have been worried sick about you. You glance at your phone seeing one too many notifications, all missed calls from them.

You kiss kai on the forehead, regretting that you had to leave. You grab your clothes as get dressed as quickly as possible, trying your best not to make a sound. You smooth out your hair the best you could so you could avoid any looks possible from the early morning campus joggers.

Luckily you made it out before anyone else on campus could notice. It was only five in the morning, the sunlight at its peak. You dash back to your dorm room, hoping Caroline hadn’t stayed up waiting for you last night. You unlock the door, Caroline bolting upright from the seat she was slumped over in. She still wore yesterday’s clothes and had thick black bags under her eyes.

“Y/n! Where were you? Are you okay?” Caroline asks, raising her voice. You knew she wasn’t mad with you, just nervous that you didn’t text her. But you didn’t know that last night was going to play out the way it did.

You groan, clutching your stomach as you race towards the bathroom.

“Oh my god, are you hungover?” Caroline exclaims. You could her eyes were wide even if though you were on the other side of the bathroom door. “Do you need me to hold back your hair?”

You couldn’t even answer her. It wasn’t because of how hungover you were, but because of the emotions you tried to push down after all this time. It felt so wrong for things to happen like that under the given circumstances. You wanted to do nothing more than to let it all out and cry.

Caroline lets herself in and bends down on the floor next to you. She immediately knew something had happened because of the tears rolling down your face uncontrollably and the fact that caroline’s favourite hair clips were nowhere to be found. She knew you better than anyone and knew that you’d never lose something so special to her.

“Y/n,” Caroline says softly as you sit back up on the sink, Caroline tucking a piece of your hair behind your ear. “What happened at the party last night?”

You shake your head no, wanting Caroline to leave you alone. While you wanted to talk about it you still wanted to forget that it had ever happened.

“You didn’t.” It finally clicks it caroline’s head. Deep down she had always known something like this would happen sooner or later. Thanks to last night it was sooner.

“I slept with kai.”


Just as you thought things were finally back to being normal; of course the fact that you two had slept together was still not talked about- things were back to the way they were before the party. You ignored kai completely, not stepping anywhere near his dorm. You even changed your route to the hospital so you could be certain that you wouldn’t run into him. You didn’t want to talk about what happened that night.

“Y/n!” Caroline smiles, holding another flyer. “There’s a party tonight. You have to go!”

“No, Caroline, I don’t. I don’t want things to get any worst.”

“But you can make things better.” Caroline assures you, placing her hand on your shoulder, just like kai used to. “Give it a chance, y/n. You finally found kai and as much as I hate him, I’m not letting you give up so easily.”

The evening quickly rolled around as Caroline helped you get ready again, adding lipgloss and a swipe of blush to your face.

“-and remember, I want those pins back.” She jokes.

You try to smile at Caroline’s attempt to get you to cheer up before the party but you couldn’t force anything. Caroline drops you off right in front of Kai’s building, telling you to text her when you’re ready and that things will be okay. You had a hard time believing her because that’s what she said last time and look at how things turned out then.

The thick heavy beat of a thump thump thump rumbled through the hallways, as people poured out of the room with beer cups and cigarettes. You had no idea if Kai was going to talk to you or not, or if he’s just be completely mad that now you were the one ignoring him. You weren’t even sure if he was going to be there.

You make your way to the back where it’s less crowded and wait. You fooled around on your phone trying to pass time, looking up every now and then to see if there was anyone that you knew.

But the only one you knew was the tall, lean boy with dark hair and piercing blue eyes as he made his way towards you, his hands in his pockets, a smug smile plastered on his face.

“I was hoping you’d show up.” He shouts over the music.

You nod and smile, not sure what else to say. You wait for kai to speak up but he just stood there, looking at you.

“Come on.” He grabs your hand and pulls you into his room, closing the door to be away from the party. You felt a rush of excitement as you made your way through the crowd but suddenly felt shy as the two of you were left alone again.

“So?” Kai asks, grinning. “Are we gonna talk about it?”

This was the last thing you wanted. You knew it would obviously come up and that was the only real reason you came here. But you just couldn’t bring yourself to talk about it.

“Okay well…” Kai pauses. “It was good.” He smirks. You fell in love with him all over again every time he smiled. It was one of the things you loved most about him.

“And I’d be fine if it happened again.” He finishes. He leaves you alone with your thoughts a second too long.

“I’ll see you around.” You wave to him, putting your hand on the doorknob. Kai runs up to you and grabs your hand, pulling you away from the door.

“Please. Don’t go.” All of a sudden his smile was gone and all that was left were his big blue puppy dog eyes. Kai always had a way of getting you to agree to things, and this was one of them.

“I’ll get us drinks.” He scoots back out to the party, leaving you alone once more. You didn’t want a repeat of last week. You didn’t want drinks. You didn’t want to be here.

He comes back a second later handing you another red solo cup. You lay it down on the bedside table, not wanting any part in getting drunk again. You came here to talk about your feelings, not so you could sleep together again.

“Not thirsty?” Kai asks, pointing to your cup.

“You want it?” You offer him. He shakes his head no as you lay it back down.

“You seem off. What’s bothering you?” He asks. Kai had such a way with words. Every word that rolled off his tongue was like a velvet touch.  

“You’re already drunk.” You laugh, awkwardly. “And the fact that I can’t do this without it leading to something else.” You kiss him, not even hesitating. It still felt like the right thing to do even though last week was something you never wanted to happen. And now history was repeating itself as kai gently rubbed his fingers along side your collarbone and under your tight shirt.

You weren’t thinking straight as you did the same to him. He was the drunk one, not you. But it felt so good, so right to be doing it now. After all this time it was always kai.


“No. Tell me you didn’t sleep with him again. You’re better than this y/n! What happened to you being so upset and now-”

“I brought you back your hair clips.” You smile, holding them out to Caroline.

“You think I care about my hair clips more than you right now?” Caroline shouts.

The same exact thing had happened again. You and kai alone in his room, together. You sneaking off early in the morning before he could wake up. Caroline mad with you because you didn’t call or text.

“I want you to be happy but not like this.” She settles, crossing her arms.

“I know. And I’m sorry. It’s just that-”

Caroline yawns, covering her mouth with the back of her hand. She pulls her hair up into a ponytail, grabbing a pair of pyjamas from the dresser. You knew she was more interested in sleep than your problems so you let her be.


“Where are you going?” Caroline asks.

“I’m studying with Elena.” You lie. “We have a huge test next week.”

“Oh.” Caroline replies. “Well don’t be too late. I wanna have another movie night.” She says, cheerfully.

“I’ll text you.” You assure her as you slip out the door. You walk right past the skull bar where you could see Elena through the window sipping coffee with a book on her lap. You walk quickly to make sure she didn’t notice you. You should be fine because Elena never stopped at your dorm past eleven, so what did you have to worry about? It’s not like Caroline would know you were at another one of Kai’s parties anyways.

When you get to Kai’s dorm he’s there waiting for you next to a keg. He hands you a beer and you drink as the two of you laugh and talk. He brings you back to his bedroom again, unzipping your jeans as you take off his shirt.

Who would have guessed that a college party could be so much fun?


Three weeks later:

“Where are you going?” Caroline asked.

“The library.”

“Coffee date with Elena.”

“I have an extra shift at the hospital.”

You thought by now that someone would have caught on to your lies. Caroline was always the smart one but couldn’t see past you as you were always so naïve so she knew you’d never do something like lie to her.

Another party each week. You’d go to every single one, the same things happening over and over again. But you didn’t care. Neither one of you did as you both felt so overwhelmed with happiness. Sure coming back to your dorm hungover all the time wasn’t the best but at least you got to spend time with kai.


Caroline sat in your dorm room, folding clothes while she watched a documentary for one of her classes, not really paying attention. You were the only thing on her mind as she cared so much about you. She just wanted what was best for you even though she started wondering if you really were lying to her about where you were running off to every week.

She grabs a stack of your shirts as she opens up your dresser drawer, laying them in. Caroline notices something sticking out of the pile next to it, wondering what you’d be hiding from her. The two of you were so close and it made no sense for you to be hiding something from her, right?

You walk through the door as you slip your jacket off, grabbing another pile of clothes to put away.

“Hey.” You greet Caroline. When she doesn’t say anything back you wonder if she was okay or not. Something seemed off by the way she couldn’t look up from your dresser, as if your clothes were the most interesting thing in the room.

Caroline pulls it out from under the shirts. The two blue lines were all she needed to see to know that you weren’t being honest with her, and that you hadn’t been for a long time.

She turns around holding it out to you, like she was presenting you with a prize.

“Tell me this is a joke.”

Your palms became sweaty as your throat started to feel tight. You planned on telling her, but not like this. You planned on telling him too, but you held it back. You never wanted things to end up like this. Caroline knew and soon everyone else would. There was no way you could hold it back now.

“I’m pregnant.”

epilogue: one hour earlier:

“Kai, we can’t keep doing this.” You tell him. The two of you cuddled up on his bed, bed sheets pulled tightly around your chest.

“I know.” He replied. “How did we even end up like this?”

You paused, unsure of how to answer him. There was only one other thing to tell him, and now had to be the time to tell him. If you didn’t get it out now, he’d probably never know.

“I’m sick of it.”

“What?” You asked.

“I can’t stand this anymore. The way you we act around each other is wrong. I can’t stand to even look at you anymore.” He blurted out.

“Just go. I’ll see you around. But y/n, this is never happening again. I’m done.” He shrugged as if nothing he had just said had hurt you so badly. You didn’t know where any of it came from. The two of you were so happy together and now he was calling it quits.

Now that you were pregnant with his child.


I Will Save Mom - Barry Allen/The Flash x Daughter Reader (Part 4)

Originally posted by westallengifs

Summary: Going back to the future you and past Barry find his future-self. Your dad. Answers to who this Savatar comes hard to find out. Not only that but Barry finally understands the harsh reality of a life you had without Iris as your mother.

Part 5:

A lot had happened afterwards, thankfully your parents had patched things up and your hand had stopped fading away which meant you still would be born as their daughter.

Spending more time with them it made you remember your time back at your time line and suddenly you felt some what home sick, to be honest it felt odd to be like that since where you grew up it was just more horrible and lonely then this.

This was all more live like while your time line was so dead that things weren’t the same anymore.

Barry noticed and decided that he’d go to the future to find out who Savatar was, course it also made things more personal when Caitlin became Killer Frost and had escaped the lab

“Help us get to her time line?” Barry asked Wally.
“Sure but how do I do that?” Wally asked.
“Easy, run fast enough with us and soon as you see a portal form you push us inside.” You explained.
“Okay let’s do this.” Wally agreed.

Running all three of you were slowly gaining more speed and once it was enough. Wally pushed Barry and you through the portal to the time where you were from, letting out a happy chuckle you knew you were home.

“I’m back…” You whispered.
“This is 2024?” Barry asked.
“Yeah..things here are more harsh then the past.” You frowned.

“Well well Flash, I didn’t think we’d see you here girly.” A voice said.
“It surely hasn’t been a while, to be honest I never missed you two.” You spoke.
“Who’s this? A friend of yours.” The man asked.
“Wouldn’t you like to know.” You replied.
“Well we will always kick your ass in the end.” The women smirked.

Using her powers both you and Barry found it hard to fight back, this always happened to you in this timeline when you fought them. Groaning as the two began to beat you two up quick thinking Barry had kicked the feet of the two under them and sped off as he grabbed you.

“Where do you usually go hang out?” Barry asked.
“Where you and mom used to live…but it’s much different…” You frowned.
“Much different?” Barry asked.

Sighing you brought him to the old building that was pretty much run down, everything was trashed and the place wasn’t full of furniture anymore. Letting him look around you tried not to cry when walking into the place. Just a few moments ago you were enjoying the fact you had now known your mother more then you thought…but something was secretly happening to you..

“Your back…” A voice said.
“Uncle Cisco!” You smiled and hugged him.
“Thank god your still okay.” Cisco signed.
“I told you I’d be back.” You giggled.
“Oh I uhh…brought dad with me just…his past self.” You explained.

Stepping away from Cisco you let him see Barry it was a really emotional thing to watch, you know Cisco wanted his best friend back so bad and since his past self arrived he had some hope return.

“Team Flash hasn’t been the same, (y/n) tries to keep the peace but it’s not working and she has been beaten by those two more then she could count.” Cisco frowned.
“Cisco was the one who helped me get to your time. Dad though sent that message cause I convinced him to…he doesn’t actually have an idea to save mom…but I thought if I went in time we could figure out together…” You explained.
“I’m so sorry dad…” You cried and sped off.

Barry finally knew now, you were his child who just wanted to know what her mother was and be shown love by her father. Poor girl had the grownup without any parent and Barry was gonna find out just how much you’ve been through.

After visiting the former members of Team Flash he finally knew just what happened to everyone. Caitlin became Killer Frost, Julian tried his best to have her return, Cisco lost his hands making him unable to use his powers, Joe was alone after losing his daughter and son, H.R moved on and became a book writer. You? You were forced to become the next Flash, forced to give up a safe life and fought crime and other Meta-Humans. And your father? He pushed anyone and everyone away.

Speeding back Barry soon found you at your mothers grave, he could hear what you were saying to her.

“Mom, I know you might of been upset if you were still around. But I went to the past…I had to know who you were and what kind of women you were to dad. I needed to know what made dad always fight what it was that had him fall for you…now that I’m back I know. You’ve been at his side since the beginning…even though I look some what like you I know I’m like dad as well. But I’m home now…I have to go though I want to go see grandpa Joe so I’ll see you later.” You smiled and patted the head stone.

Turning around you saw Barry there sighing you stuffed your hands in your coat pockets and walked over to him.

“You visit her all the time?” Barry asked.
“Yeah…everyday.” You nodded.
“Listen there’s something I need you to explain for me.” Barry asked.
“What is it?” You asked.
“Why didn’t you tell me life was like this for you?” Barry asked.
“What was I suppose to say? That all my life all I knew of my mother was a picture? That soon as I knew how to control my powers I became the new flash? That for a while now my own father pushed his own daughter away and my grandpa pretty much raised me?” You said.

Hurt was all he could see in your eyes, the loss of Iris made his future self not only push everyone away but the main person who needed him the most.

“What made everything worse was that I forgave you and at times I’d visit you, yet all you did was look at me and see mom in me…how could I visit you and put you in pain?” You explained.

Barry speed off and back into S.T.A.R labs, when he got there he saw his future self in the cortex. His future self was looking at an old photo of Iris and himself along with a baby version of you.

“That’s…” Barry said.
“Us and (Y/N)…” Your Dad said.
“Anyways why did you abandon (y/n)? She’s your daughter! She needed you the most when Iris died!” Barry yelled.
“I couldn’t be a good father…” Your dad said.
“Why not?! Is it because she looks so much like Iris?!” Barry yelled.
“Because I failed as her father the moment her mother died! I let the one women who brought her into this world on her last resort die! Iris forced herself to live a just moment longer to bring (y/n) into this world! You don’t understand the pain of losing her just yet…but you will and you’ll fail her just like I did.” Your dad explained.

Waking away your father needed to be alone, and Barry would soon walked out as well but stopped when he noticed you were there.

“I thought you were with Joe?” Barry said.
“He’s with Uncle Wally…so he thinks he failed me huh?” You mumbled.
“I did, I failed you in this time-line and I shouldn’t of…and I won’t anymore knowing what is gonna happen now I’ll fix this and I’ll make sure Iris lives so she and I can raise you ourselves.” Barry said.

Nodding you lead Barry back to where Cisco was, he had to head back to the past but you decided to stay.

“Your not coming with me?”  Barry asked.
“I can’t, I have to stay here and fight the people here to keep the city safe…I’m the only one who can.” You sighed.
“Alright, see you then.” Barry smiled.
“Tell mom that when she’s safe that I had a wonderful time getting to know her.” You told.
“I will.” Barry nodded.

Speeding off to go fight crime Barry tried to get back but couldn’t, he found out Cisco tried to keep him in the future due to him being the best friend he had remembered. Explaining everything Barry decided to bring Joe, Julian, H.R back to the lab.

“What’s going on here?”

Barry then explained that Team Flash had to reunite, he explained that he wanted to relieve (y/n) of being the Flash as she deserved a life different then this. Joe agreed rather quickly.

“She deserves so much better, but she is so damn strong.” Joe explained.
“I’ll agree to that, whenever things got hard she would bring back hope.” Cisco said.
“Gosh that young Allen is amazing.” H.R grinned.
“I’ll agree as well, she helped me find a more humane way to lock up Catlin.” Julian said.

Barry wasn’t surprised you brought hope to these guys and seemed to be the apple of their eye, they all seemed to be protective of you as your family.

Just then the Meta-Human app sounded off and Cisco couldn’t believe it.

“Speaking of her…she’s getting her ass kicked.” Cisco said.
“I’m going!” Barry said speeding off.

Now as Barry and you were trying to fight the others got the lab back up and on. The computers and tv’s were back on like it used to be. But as time passed nothing was working that’s when your father stepped in and slowly was becoming who he used to be.

“I’ll go help them. I failed (y/n) for far to long…I’m still her father despite anything anyone says or does…” Your dad said.
“Indeed you are, go to them.” Joe smiled, proud.

Nodding he grabbed the device that Cisco made and sped off to you guys. When he got there he helped the two of you and finally you three defeated them. Seeing your father in his flash suit again you smiled and knew that your dad was back to who your family always said.

“Three scarlet speedsters were sighted as they defeated these two Meta-Humans, if your watching Flash it’s good to have you and (h/n) back.” A reporter on the tv said.

Smiling this felt so good, you’ve dreamed about this for years. To work along side your father as you fought crime. A father-daughter crime fighting team.

“I really don’t know who to hug first.” Joe said.
“Him.” Barry said.

It was wonderful to see your father and grandpa hug one another, it was a sight you never really saw before. Next you were in line to hug him.

“I’m so sorry that I left you, but I promise you I’ll never leave you alone. I failed you once I won’t do it again.” Your father explained.
“It’s okay dad, I forgave you years ago…” You whispered.

Your father hugged you tighter as he finally let it all in that he still had his daughter, the one being who had a part of Iris within her. He shouldn’t of pushed you away he should of held onto you with a tight grasp and protected you from anything and everything. You were the last thing he had of Iris.

“I don’t know who Savatar is, but a doctor helped me send him into the speed force. But it would only be four years from then that she was able to help….this should help you…find her and hopefully she can read it all in time.” Your father said.

Giving Barry the small device he walked back to you and wrapped an arm over your shoulder.

“Your staying more now huh?” Barry asked.
“I got my dad back, besides the town needs us more now…just tell mom what I told you before.” You explained.
“I will, thanks for coming to the past, you actually gave us hope.” Barry said.

Running back to the past Barry had returned as if he didn’t even go to the future at all.  

“What the? Did you two go?” Wally asked.
“Yeah.” Barry nodded.
“Where’s (y/n)?” Wally asked.
“She stayed in her timeline.” Barry told.

Telling the others Barry then walked over to Iris and told her what you had said, shedding a tear Iris then knew she had to stay alive cause not only did she want to live for you but also for Barry.

More so now since she found out something…she was actually pregnant with you.

“Barry there’s something you need to know…” Iris said.
“What is it?” Barry asked.

Everyone looked at the couple wondering what news they’d get.

“We have to save me even more now, cause I just found out I am pregnant. And meeting (y/n) proved it. She is our daughter and she does come into this world to us but this time we will make sure our daughter has both of us.” Iris explained.

Happy about the news Barry placed his hand on Iris’s stomach, (y/n) was growing in there at the moment as their baby right now. Even more now Barry knew that this information given to him by his future self had to be figured out quickly for he wanted to be a better father to you.

‘I swear (y/n) I’ll be a better father.’ Barry thought.

||A/N: Sorry for the long wait…I wanted to kind of have the right episode to where you the reader would be more in it rather then having other things so focused on it and this the new recent episode was so emotional I just had to write about it….I mean Past-Barry figuring out the future of his daughter? (you) it would be heartbreaking…but now you all know more of the reason why Reader-chan here wanted to save her mom and also how she felt through out her life.||

text meme 2/∞

i’ve been collecting funny/cute texts & texts from texts from last night for about 2 years. they’ve been sitting in a word document for a long time so with all the text memes i’ve been seeing around, i decided to take all the texts i’ve saved and make a meme with them bc why not. there’s a bit of everything bellow: fluff, silliness, nsfw, angst, etc etc

[text] Thanks for the pic It’s going to be lovely dealing with my boner while I’m in a meeting with your father.

[text] I got to the apartment, I was handed a beer within 20 seconds, I’m glowing in the dark, there’s fog everywhere, and now I’m wearing a sombrero because apparently it’s silly hat night. I never want to leave. 

[text] She had a group on her phone called “great fucks”. I was in it. It’s almost like making the forbes list

[text] should my break up email to my English professor be in MLA format?

[text] You look good in that new shirt.

[text] I’ve been thinking about you all day.

[text]  You stood in front of a yellow Camaro and kept yelling at it to “Transform already!!!!”.. yeah, I’d say you were pretty wasted.

[text]  I just got this text “hi this is Julie, I met you last night in the bathroom. You asked me to text you and remind you that you ate an entire lime, because you figured your sober self in the morning would be confused.”

[text]  You named all of the cocktail shrimps and then tackled a guy for “eating Henry”

[text]  [insert really romantic bullshit about how much i love you and how beautiful you are so you will suck my dick tonight] 

[text] I just followed a trail of feathers and glitter to class. Today better be fucking magical.

[text] He passed out drunk on top of me. Fully erect. Still inside me. Woke up like 1 minute later, and continued.

[text]  You’re the 8th person from last night to text me this morning and ask if I’m ok.

[text] College reaches a new low. We just carved a shot glass out of a potatoe.

[text] Oh well shit happens. This is my not worried face. This is also my still decently drunk face.

[text] You told him about your cats? I told his friend to put his dick in my mouth, and you talked about cats!?

[text] In line at the grocery store. The girl ahead of me is in a wetsuit and just bought 3 cases of beer and a bottle of vodka. I want to go where she’s going…

[text] I’m bringing my passport in case we get drunk and wind up in Mexico

[text] You kept hiding under tables and grabbing people’s legs and shouting SHARK ATTACK.

[text] You grabbed your house keys, threw them at the door and asked, “did it open?”

[text] Geez don’t go to a bar for a few days and everyone freaks out. 

[text] I was wondering why the cops were making such a big deal then I realized I was naked

[text] The stripper told you to sort your life out    

[text] Everyone was so shocked to hear that she was a virgin they were speechless. I said I could cure that problem for her and we hooked up. It was that simple.

[text] she gave me her number. found out it was already stored in my phone as “bathroom blowjob”

[text] Be still, my beating vagina.

[text] I believe some people would call last night an orgy.

[text] The bouncer at this strip club is my new best friend. He is also very persuasive. He got me to strip onstage for a t shirt. It’s a nice shirt.

[text] I just walked thrugh the woods having a conversation with every spider I saw in it’s web. They all have English accents. I’m drunk and this weed is incredible!

[text] I’m not sure who’s apartment i woke up in but i just showered here and their shampoo in phenomenal… 

[text] I just remembered that last night when we tried to walk off the spins you said “pretend i’m your pet dinosaur” so i walked you around on an invisible leash while you made t-rex hissing noises.

[text] omg bring my wallet when you come get me tonight. i’m buying a fucking giraffe.

[text] Is it a good thing or a bad thing when you wake up naked with two naked guys in your bed, while holding glow-in-the-dark toy dinosaurs in your hands, and listening to the lion king soundtrack?

[text] She is making me post-sex grilled cheese at 2 am wearing only shorts and cowboy boots. I am so in love

[text] A little alcohol is good for the soul! Fuck Chicken soup, I’m going to write a book called “hard liquor for the soul” It’s going to be a best seller.

[text] This is NO TIME for pants!

[text] Why did you just messaged me and saying you’re praying for me… 

[text] you’re the one who came to me for relationship advice !

[text] I just found your ripped underwear on my chandelier. Care to explain?

[text] Are cops allowed to hit on you if they’re in uniform?! Serious question.

[text] I hope you get stoned and think that you’re a seal in shark infested waters

[text] I can’t believe you guys got into a sword fight over a chicken nugget

[text] My one night stand from last night is currently mowing my lawn for me.

[text] Just walked by a girl saying to her friend “honestly you coulda given me any dude and I woulda fucked him”

[text] Well if you don’t want to be kicked out before last call don’t I would suggest stop drinking whiskey and don’t call the giant bouncer with the neck tattoo “princess”

[text] Was just messaged by someone in a Power Ranger suit on OkCupid… Figured you would approve

[text] I do feel like I owe you an apology for trying to fuck your dad last night but in my defense everyone knows I shouldn’t drink tequila.

[text] I’m gonna be the best dressed mother fucker to ever get kicked out of that damn bar.

[text] I think “we’ve never met sober” is a great relationship to have with someone

[text] Just met my French neighbor. We watched a crow die together, so we’re pretty tight.

[text] An d I’d rather cry while putting a waffle in my mouth than cry on my pillow, ya feel me?

[text] I want my tombstone to read “making poor life decisions since 1993”


[text] He started saying the pledge of allegiance so his boner would go down. Merica.


[text] I just remember lots of butts and something about ranch dressing. 

[text] You introduced yourself and she said “wow that’s a long name” and you went “yeah well you should see my dick.”

[text] He got naked after doing the Ice Water Challenge and it was still enormous. So, yeah, I stayed over.

[text] Had to walk of shame past Westminster Abbey this morning. Pretty sure a Japanese tourist took a photo of me.

[text] Summers almost over and we haven’t golfed, got naked or had sex yet. Let’s do all three in one day, no particular order.

[text] Yeah, last night in the parking lot was hot. I’m sure whoever has the surveillance tapes thinks so too.

[text] Don’t do this to me right now. 

[text] The first guy I ever sexted is having a baby.. Is this what adulthood feels like?

[text] I decided not to look up the nudes, because I believe that there is a line, and that mocking my old classmate’s horrid nudes alone crosses that line.

[text] I think the cashier could tell I was sad. All I bought was penis shaped food and chocolate

[text] ugh I gave you morning sex and you don’t even text me back for my bagel order

[text] Don’t have sex in a tent there are so many opportunities for infections

[text] You showed up at my apartment after 3 am wasted with a plate of cookies and tried to hook up.

[text] There’s going to be a pool, lightsabers and alcohol. What could go wrong?!

[text] Ordered a large pizza and definitely just paid the cab driver in pizza slices. I’m glad there’s someone out there that’s just as fat at heart as we are.

[text] You broke into someone’s house and stole a pan of lasagna.

[text] So two questions…why am I covered in muffins and are there pictures of this.

[text] I like how the only thing you spelled correctly is “i’m tequila” 

[text] Sorry about your blender, your tiolet, your weed, and your dog…

[text] you looked like a weeble wobble. everytime we thought you were going to fall you bounced back up…you’re an amazing drunk

[text] You are the worst thing that has ever happened to me.

[text] Is it bad that we’re talking like nothing happened?

[text] I feel like tequila is Gods way of lighting my fuse to do something awesome

[text] You got so drunk you kept singing the Sailor Moon theme song and kept making everyone call you Sailor Venus.

[text] i just used google streetview to figure out where i spent the night last night

[text] I woke up hugging a loaf of bread and a water bottle this morning

[text] I see an opportunity for you to use your nakedness to cure my boredom.

[text] I was so fucking worried.

[text] my passenger side seat is covered in alcoholic jello with a nude mannequin in it

[text] Tried to eat a chip. Mouth wouldn’t cooperate. Nearly died. 

[text] I feel like sober is me a distant relative that I only see on christmas..

[text] let’s just skip the pleasantries and go back to my place for pizza and casual sex

[text] I’m 99% sure I high fived a girl over mashed potatoes last night

[text] You almost died !!!

Not One, But Two (Part III)

Summary: It all started on that night when you and Jay were both too drunk to remember anything. You resigned from your job and left Seoul with a secret. Now you’re back and ready to tell Jay about them, but doing so means sharing their lives and putting his career and love life on the line.

Originally posted by jayfatuasian

Part I | Part II | Part III | Part IV

You trudged back to the little cottage where you left your things. You reached for a towel inside your bag and wiped the sweat that formed on your forehead while you were chasing Jaeyoung a while ago as he ran around and hid behind trees. Once you sat down to take a rest, your phone rang. K’s name and photo registered on the screen.

“Hi K,” you greeted your brother as you put your phone against the shell of your ear.

How’s it going?” K asked.

Just over the low bushes of flower, Jay and the twins were walking on the stone steps. They held each of his hands. Whatever Jay was telling them, he was scoring bag as their laughter reached your ears.

“Fine, so far. The twins are having fun and they like him, but I’m not sure if it’s sunk in them that he’s their dad. Do you get what I’m trying to say?”

Yeah,” he chuckled. “It’s good that he’s doing this for them.”

“Please tell me I did the right thing.”

The part where you told him about them or the part where you agreed on bringing them to this trip? Which part?

“Both,” you grumbled under your breath. K was your biggest supporter, but he also found entertainment on your worries.

You did the right thing, so stop worrying so much.


And now you just have to wait. It all depends on whatever Jay is planning.

Keep reading

Happy Birthday, webuiltthiscityonescargot!

September 13 - “Are you jealous?” Darcy/Thor for @webuiltthiscityonescargot smutty and/or fluffy

Written by @iamartemisday

A/N: This story takes place after TDW but is not Ragnarok compliant.

Darcy Lewis was absolutely not the jealous type. Ask anyone. Whenever she and a friend liked the same guy, she lived by the holy commandment of Thou Shalt Not Covet Thy Best Friend’s Crush. Such is why, when Jane got through her science boner and started making goo-goo eyes at Thor, a.k.a. Literally The Hottest And Best Guy Darcy Had Ever Known… she’d said, ‘okay.’ She’d done as the song said and let it go. Jane deserved a sexy god boyfriend more than anyone, herself included.

Ever since their skirmish with the Dark Elves, Jane had been disappearing for hours at a time for last minute 'conferences’ (read: hot raunchy god sex). Erik was away on a six month long vacation for 'spiritual betterment’ (read: to not go insane from all the superhero shenanigans), so Darcy was left alone to worry about what time Jane would be home every night. While she waited, she could imagine what a great time Jane must be having with Thor holding her, kissing her,  pounding her into the mattress until the bed broke.

Keep reading

Hoseok; Maybe

✉in which it’s about time you stopped pushing Jung Hoseok away 
►a different ‘maybe’ scenario but, yo, it was a bit tricky to write this idk why i kept staring at my word document for at least thirty minutes before i got to finish it up
//2078 words | scenario, cop-criminal-ish!au
© (photo credit)

No one says that doing this would bring you any good, apart from the things you do with the money you get at the end of the day but other than that, you know you’ve earned your ticket to going to hell. You should’ve known better, really, you should’ve but when life is being hard, pressing on you down like a hot iron while you have both hands tied behind your back, you’re finding a way to cut the strings away and throwing the iron across the globe and doing the opposite of what you should’ve.

You need the money, you’re desperate and it kills you to be doing this but if you don’t, you’re indirectly killing someone else—there’s no time to spare and you can’t wait any longer.

This is the first and last time, you say and you mean it but no matter how much you try to explain, no one seems to understand so you pretty much don’t give a fuck anymore.

Even more when you’re stuck here in lockup until they find other evidence and you’re trying your best to sleep on a stone bench.

Until, of course, the daily person walks by and he stands by the bars, eyeing you, “Can you please just tell us what we need to know? You’re wasting your time,”

“Just two more days and until further notice of what proof you guys have of me, I’ll be free to go,” You know your rights, and he does, too. The cop in charge groans, the same one that’s been coming down here to check up on you and although you want to accept his kind offer that if you give in and tell him the whole truth in this, he may go easy but since you’re not, he can’t.

“You’re making things complicated,”

“Life is complicated,” You snap and you turn your back on him, “Just leave me alone—you’re wasting your time,”

Keep reading

Red Sky at Morning - Part 1

Word Count: 1684

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Warnings: Language

Series Rewrite Masterlist

You were on your way to interview someone for a new case Dean had found. A young woman drowned in her shower. Not the bathtub, the shower. The ride so far had been tense silence. You knew Dean knew something happened. He checked the colt regularly. It was just one of the weird little things he did.

“So I’ve been waiting since Maple Springs.” Dean broke the silence. “Either of you got something to tell me?”

“It’s not your birthday.” You shrugged.

“No.” Dean glared at you with a look that yelled ‘don’t play dumb with me.”

“Happy Purim?” Sam laughed. “Dude I don’t know. I have no idea what you’re talking about – “

Keep reading

Something that has annoyed me so much but made me discover the most amazing thing...

So, I’m not one to blog extensively about ‘life’ stuff, but this thing has been niggling at me recently and it is getting worse, but an amazing realisation has also overcome me. I think blogging is an amazing way to get stuff out, write things down, and express yourself, but obviously I’m pretty conscious because I know people who follow this page of mine are more than likely doing so to see music related things. So i’m sorry if you don’t want to read these kinds of things, but hopefully some of you guys can take something from it. Maybe.

This will be lengthy, but stick with me on this one, I promise!

Before I vent and try and explain what’s annoying me so much, I just want to say that of course we all look at blogs, websites, instagram accounts etc. and think 'Wow. Their life is so awesome. Everything they post is so cool which means 100% of their life is the best ever!’ I’m a culprit. I do exactly the same thing when I’m aimlessly browsing the internet. BUT I’m also on the other side. I have an Instagram account where I post pictures, and of course I’ll only post good stuff, why would I post a photo where I look bad? Or A photo of me cooking? We all filter what we post and I think we should all bear that in mind before judging ourselves and not being grateful for our own wonderful lives!

That leads me onto part of my annoyance. I’ve noticed recently, that (not naming names, i’m not that cruel!) but people that I once called very close friends are trying so painfully (and embarrassingly!) hard to stay relevant, 'cool’ and 'desirable’ by using the internet. Posting heavily edited photos of all the MEGA FUN they’re having just to let you know that maybe they’re having a better time than you’ll ever be having. When we all know in reality that they’re only doing said activity purely to post the picture online, and then resort to spending the remainder of the day twiddling their thumbs waiting for the next Facebook notification so they can talk about the COOLEST TIME EVER with their 'friends’.

The thing about this that annoys me most, is not that they’re posting what they’re doing online. I LOVE to see what my friends are doing. It’s the fact that its so painstakingly obvious that they’re not having a good time. They don’t love what they’re doing for the right reasons because if they did they wouldn’t be trying so hard to make sure everybody knows about it. 

Next thing (this is all connected i swear. Stay with me!) is people’s incapability to accept they’ve made a massive mistake, accepted they’ve potentially ruined a lot of their opportunities and relationships. Ive seen it a lot recently. Someone’s made a mistake, and instead of feeling guilt and sympathy for the person or people they’ve hurt, their main priority is what they are going to be losing as a result of this. And they wonder why they feel so bad about what they 'love’ doing all the time. (!?)

Ive seen people recently hurt someone and then put themselves first. Instead of trying to build bridges or maybe just completely stepping away, and having enough respect to realise it’s not their place anymore, they try to find different ways back in so that they are still connected to what they’ll be losing. Whether it’s suddenly being pally with people who do the job that you want, people who do what you do, people who have some kind of status, names that you can drop to make yourself seem important… It makes me feel stupid for once admiring these people that were manipulative, it makes me feel used and naive, but its made me a whole lot wiser.

It leads me back to social networking. Would these people who are trying to get to somewhere and don’t care who they’re hurting actually befriend these people if they worked in, lets say, Greggs? No, they’re befriending them because they are a stepping stone closer to what they want or where they want to be. Is this facebook status really what’s on their mind? No, they just want to still be relevant. Do they actually really love what they’re doing? No, they just want to be in on something and they’re worried their mistake is taking it away from them so they’re desperately trying to have their eggs in as many baskets as possible - Regardless of self respect or pride for their work. They’ll take whatever they can get.

For example, would someone who loves music and creating so much go online to post negative things about an artist and their work? No! They do it for the reaction. They know there’s at least one person who will agree and think they’re the coolest person ever.

I’m constantly making sure that of all the mistakes I make, I don’t put myself first and feel sorry for myself for feeling guilty, but feel sorry for the people I could potentially have hurt. And to see people I know not take their passion or the people around them seriously and fairly while accepting their punishment for what it is does make me wonder.. In the music industry it’s hard to stay focussed and I’ll admit that. For example I love fashion, I think it’s an incredible way to express yourself, and I just generally love putting colours, patterns, textures and shapes together. I love being creative! But I’m aware there is a fine line between loving fashion for those reasons, and just loving it so people can compliment you on how good you look. The same way that an artist loves the act of painful pleasure they get from painting some that means something to them more than the compliments they receive after. The same way there’s a fine line between a musician loving to play and craft words and melody purely because it makes their soul feel good, and just being fanned by endless people who worship you as a person, not for what you create.

It feels like I’m going nowhere here.. but what I’m trying to get across, really, is that people are constantly wondering why their dreams aren’t coming true, why its so hard to create what they want and I really believe it’s down to the reasons you’re doing it for. If you want to be a musician because you just want to be famous, then great! But don’t expect it to make you feel fulfilled, wholesome and happy. 

Basically, loving what you do will make your dreams come true. I’ve realised this. If you’re complaining about how much you want to be a successful musician but it’s just not happening, your writing doesn’t seem to be going where you want and it’s frustrating you and you can’t stop thinking about what you get at the end of it then DING DONG you don’t love it. And it’s not going to happen.

If for example, your dream is to be, I don’t know, a painter, and you enjoy painting so much that you’d happily smash up your painting when you’re finished and not even show anybody then your dream has already come true. You can sit and paint all day long and no one will ever see your work but you don’t care, you’re a painter. You’re the happiest when you paint.

Same with music, if you can happily write a song that you loved writing, loved creating and loved singing but happily hide it away never to be heard and not feel like you’re wasting something, then you’ve succeeded. 

I have hundreds of songs that no one knows about. Literally hundreds. I think some of them could do so well, but I don’t care. No amount of success, money or fans could match to how good I felt to just create it in the first place. And that’s why I’ve succeeded. My album could’ve charted at number 12456779935784 instead of number 2, and I’d still be happy as larry. Because I did it for how good it makes me feel to just be a creator.

I hope any of you guys who have trouble with your hopes and dreams can take something from this, and manage to step away from our ever towering and blurred expectations of ourselves given to us by the media to really appreciate what you do and why you love to do it. Love is the source of happiness, success and abundance and it’s something that’s become so fluorescent in my life.

Big love everyone x

Selfish [Sequel to Fated]--Luhan

So I got a ton of requests to do a sequel to Fated, and when I opened requests, I got some more! So here it is, no more waiting~ I hope you enjoy it!

Read Fated here.


“Would you like to leave a message for the bride and groom?”

“Ah, no.” You quickly scrawl you and your boyfriend’s name in the guest book, handing the staff member your cream-colored envelope filled with money for the new couple. “I have a reservation for two?” A waitress comes to guide you to your table in the crowded hall. 

“It’s actually just me.” You tell her. “My boyfriend couldn’t be here.”

“Oh, I understand.” She hands you a crystal flute of champagne. “This way.”

You take a seat at the table that’s already crowded with other couples talking, popping the toasted mushroom appetizers into your mouth and picking the petals off of the floral centerpiece. This was your third wedding in six months, and still your turn hadn’t arrived yet. But you’d been in a relationship for almost two years now, but the diamond ring on your ring finger was a sign that next step was somewhere on the horizon.

After the ceremony is over everyone lines up to take pictures with the bride and the groom, and you stand there expectantly, waiting for your turn. “You came!” Yeri greets you cheerfully, waving you over to stand beside her. When you needed a fresh start a few years ago, she had reached out to you about a job at a television station as a staff member. Now, as a set manager, you owed her a lot not only for her helpfulness, but for her kindness as well.

Unnie, I’m so happy for you.” You squeeze her in a hug, careful not to crush her carefully-arranged veil. “I didn’t think you’d get married so soon!”

“Well, you know Choi. He’s always in a rush.” She rolls her eyes playfully at her new hubby Jinshik, who everyone just called ‘Choi’. He was a great catch–an investment manager from Seoul who could play the piano and made excellent Italian food. “Come and take a picture with us!”

You squeeze beside her, but the photographer looks over his shoulder at the long line of people waiting. “Let’s put a few other people in the photo, just for time’s sake.” He motions. “You two have to get to the reception hall in fifteen minutes!” A few more people join you, and Choi suddenly waves someone from the end of the line to the front. “Hey, man! You made it!”

“It’s good to see you, man!”

Your blood seems to slow down and thicken in your veins, reducing your whole body to syrup. You hadn’t heard that voice in quite a few years, but you’d never forget it. “Luhan?” The name pops out of your mouth, and Yeri turns to look at you. 

Luhan moves as if he’s in slow motion, his eyes meeting yours in shock. It had been forever since you’d left him in that ballroom at his wedding after admitting your feelings for each other. You’d told him that you needed time, but you didn’t specify how long. You hadn’t even talked to him since then, but you’d heard he was happy. He and Liu Yang had settled into a cushy apartment in her hometown, and they were the best newlyweds.

For a while, it was hard to act like that didn’t hurt.

“One….two….three!” The camera flashes, and everyone disperses. Yeri squeezes your hand, thanking you for coming to see her. When you look for Luhan, he’s gone. 

Why was he here? He didn’t know Yeri at all? Oh, but Choi was in investment and Luhan in accounting. They must have known each other from work. Was he back in Korea? Had he left the photo to rejoin his wife? You had so many questions and no way to answer them.

“It’s been a long time, hasn’t it?” Luhan is standing just outside the door, his hands buried in his pockets. His hair is cut much shorter, but his face is as youthful as ever. He looks leaner, more toned, and the cut of his suit hugs his muscles. “What are you doing here?”

The two of you walk out onto the patio, sitting on a stone bench. “Choi and I signed a business contract a few years ago that went really well.” He explains. “We still keep in contact, and he asked if I could be in town for his wedding.”

“Ah.” You nod. “Yeri and I are friends.”

“Ah.” It gets quiet for a moment, and Luhan breaks the silence. “You look good.” He says softly. 

“Thanks.” You move to tuck your hair behind your ear, but he catches your hand, staring at your fingers. “You’re married?” He blinks rapidly, as if he can’t believe it. You gently tug your hand from his grasp, playing with the band. “Engaged. I have been for about two months.”

“Lucky guy.” He mutters, looking you in the eyes as if he can’t fathom it. “When’s the wedding?”

“Not sure.” You bite your lip. “Yixing and I just opened up a dance studio, and he’s teaching dancers there full-time. We’re not sure when yet, but when the time is right-”

“You’re marrying Zhang Yixing? As in, my friend Zhang Yixing?”

“Yes.” It would be harder to explain right now, and honestly, you just don’t feel like it. “Look, Luhan. Everyone had keep moving after you got married. Was my life supposed to stop after you left? Was I supposed to just…put myself on pause?” The words come out harsher than you intend, and he stares at you.

“Now is probably not a good time.” You close your eyes, restraining words that had been on the tip of your tongue for years. “Maybe we can meet over coffee? You know, to talk? I feel like that would be good for us.” 

He nods in agreement. “I think so too.”


“Jang Minsuk, I told you to stop running in this hallway! Walk, before someone gets hurt!”

You grab onto a door handle to steady yourself as the rowdy junior-high kid zips past you at full speed. His mother swore if he put the same energy into his homework that he did into his b-boy skills, he’d be the perfect son. The intermediate class was always the most energetic, and for once, you were glad you were on your way out. “Has anyone seen Yixing?” You pop your head into a studio, where a few high-school students are leaned over a piano looking at sheet music.

They all bow. “I think he’s in the office.” 


Yixing is behind his desk, talking in rapid Chinese with someone on his phone. You wait patiently for him to finish, and he quickly hangs up. “Hey, babe.” He kisses you quickly, pausing for moment to let his nose brush yours. “What’s up?”

“I’m…” You pause, turning to close the door behind you for privacy. “I’m going to meet Luhan today. I ran into him at the Yeri’s wedding this weekend.”

“Oh.” Yixing’s eyebrows raise in surprise. “Where are you going?”

“For coffee.” You stare down at the counter, where your name is etched into the company logo along with Yixing’s. He knew more of you and Luhan’s relationship than you had ever thought he would, but he was understanding of it. Over time, the pain had lessened, and it wasn’t hard to love Yixing. The two of you made an excellent team, and he brought out the shy, sweeter parts of you that Luhan had never seen. What the two of you had was real, you knew that without a doubt. “I thought you should know.”

“Okay.” He nods, sitting back in his chair. “I feel like…it’s a good thing for you to meet.”

Somehow Yixing always sensed things you hesitated to say. He knew when you’d had too much to drink, when weren’t feeling well, when ghosts from your past came back to haunt you. He was more understanding than you gave him credit for.


Luhan is waiting for you at the hotel restaurant where you agreed to meet him, nursing a drink at the bar. You can tell from the blush in his cheeks he’s probably had one or two before you arrived, but you don’t say anything. “Mocha latte, please.” You tell the barista curtly, and she brings you back a cup. 

“So tell me.” He breathes deeply, staring at the ceiling. “How was it that you and Yixing came to be engaged?”

“Well…” You sigh. “I started working at a television company as a production staff member a while back. I didn’t run into Yixing until maybe a year or so after that, and he was scouting dancers to join this company that he was starting there. I had a bit more experience in the entertainment side of things, and he only had the accounting experience, so he asked if I’d be interested in working with him. We started meeting more after that…planning…talking….getting to know each other.”

“Do you love him?” Luhan asks suddenly.

“Do you love Liu Yang?” You shoot back, even though you know it’s unfair to ask. But he started it! Accusing Luhan of marrying someone he didn’t love was low…but wasn’t he accusing you of the same?

“You shouldn’t marry Yixing if you don’t love him.” Luhan says curtly. “Don’t hurt him like that.” The alcohol is making him too honest.

“You’re being judgmental.” You wrinkle your nose at him. “You married Liu Yang, didn’t you?”

He gives you a dark look. “I only want what’s best for you. You know that. I’d still like to think that we’re still friends.”

“I used to think that I wanted the best for you, too.” You bite your lip sadly. “Yet we’re sitting here arguing like this over love.”

After a bit of talking, you get up to use the restroom. You think that you’ve left Luhan at the bar, but when you come out, he’s leaning against the wall. He comes to stand directly in front of you. “I can’t do this anymore.” He says softly. His hands trace your hips, and you’re stunned. He gently presses you against the wall, touching his lips to the skin beneath your ear. Oh.

“I’m done pretending.” His breath is warm. “I don’t want to pretend this isn’t still real. That I don’t feel like this.” He runs his fingers through your hair, pulling you closer and tilting your mouth up to meet his.

“Luhan.” His name comes out in a breathless whisper, and you push his hands away, turning away before he can kiss you. What had you almost just done? “We’re about to hurt two really amazing people. I can’t do that.” His grip tightens on your hips, and suddenly he pulls you into a crushing embrace. But it isn’t passion that fuels it…it’s something else. “Lu…Lu, what’s wrong?”

“I’m getting a divorce.” He whispers. You blink at him. What did he just say?

“You’re what?”

“I’m getting a divorce. Liu Yang already left me.” He takes a deep breath, pulling away. He digs in his pocket, pulling out some papers and handing them to you. Sure enough, they are already signed by Luhan’s soon-to-be ex-wife. “What happened?” You ask, horrified. 

“I was never at home.” He sighs. “I got even busier after we got married. She always said that she was happy, but I guess she wasn’t. When I got back from my last business trip, she’d already packed her stuff, and that was month ago. She said if I didn’t sign the papers…” His voice trails off. “If I didn’t sign, she’d leave me anyway.”

“Lu…” You had no idea that she was even capable of anything like that. How bad must it have been for cheerful little Liu Yang to want to leave Luhan? “What went wrong?” You ask carefully. “You were so happy, Lu.”

“I liked her a lot…” He answers. “But I didn’t love her. Not like I love you.” You tense, feeling Luhan’s affection for you again. “I wish she wouldn’t have lied to me about being happy when she wasn’t.” Luhan admits bitterly. “She couldn’t be honest with me…not like you could.”

“Luhan, I hid the fact that I liked you for years.” Something was wrong here. You frown. He wasn’t here because he loved you. He was here because he was upset. “Luhan, you….I think you’re misunderstanding. We loved each other a lot, but you made your decision in that ballroom when I told you about my feelings. One of us was going to get hurt, and you chose her. I wasn’t mad at you–I understood. But by telling me that you love me now…you’re asking me to give up the happiness I’ve found for something I’m not even sure about anymore.”

He looks at you, his eyes full of a feeling you can’t identify. “Are you saying that you don’t love me?”

Could you deny that? The way that Luhan had hugged you and held you…that had set your heart to beating in a way it hadn’t for a long time. You still thought of Luhan often–more often that you admitted. You knew what he was implying–he wanted you to leave Yixing.

“I can’t say.” You tell him honestly. “Give me some time, Luhan, because this time, when I make my decision, neither one of us can go back.”

[One Year Later]

“Yah, _______-ah! Come on! Are you really still going over details? This is your last night out as a single woman!”

Your friends stand in the doorway glowering at you as you flip through the papers containing everything for your wedding ceremony tomorrow. You were a little nervous, but mostly really excited–your time had finally come! Tomorrow you were going to marry the man you loved more than anyone else in the world.

“How do I look?”

You twirl around in the dress you bought for the night of clubbing ahead of you–it was a sky blue mini-dress, covered in a layer of sheer black lace. “Sexy for sure.” Yeri winks, throwing you a thumbs up. “Now come on, the cab is waiting!”

Everyone files out, and you get all the way to the curb before you forget that your purse and phone are still on the table. “Hold on!” You call over all of the shouting, darting back in to get it. As you grab it, a copy of the special invitation you’d sent our flutters to the floor.

You are specially invited to the wedding ceremony of _______ and Zhang Yixing.

A note was scrawled at the bottom–you’d made a copy, just so you could have it for yourself, too.


I’m not expecting you to be there, because going to the wedding of a person you’ve loved is hard. But I’d like to think that after all we’ve been through, we can be friends, and each find our own kind of happiness too.


Okay, scenario finished! I know it was kind of long, but I’d gotten a couple of requests to do a sequel to Fated! Thank you all for your loving that scenario and my feels because I literally cannot get through angsty scenario without being a total ball of mush at the end. This is the second time (I think) that Yixing has been the reader’s choice at the end kekekekekekeke~ Am I developing a Lay bias?? I don’t know >.< I hope you enjoyed it! ~Jjangpanda

Common People, Ch. 1

 Well hello! Welcome to Common People, a My Mad Fat Diary and Pride & Prejudice crossover fic, written by slitherouter and how-ardently.

 None of this would be possible without the amazing madfatty. We are so grateful for your help and insight and most importantly, your friendship.

Common People, Ch. 1

Dear Tix,

The dreaded moment has arrived. Tomorrow morning I will be marching through the gates of hell, I mean college, ha ha, and God only knows what hellish nightmares will await me there! 

Fatty, I’m too nervous to sleep, so I’ve decided to write you a bit. I know I’ve been bad with the writing, but it’s been two weeks of craziness here in the Earl house. Even more than usual, if you can believe that. 

First, since my cousin Chloe moved into the spare bedroom, taking over my bathroom and my life, my mum is in over-drive of crazy. Between the two of them talking about diets, showing each other their shopping, and giggling over magazines, there’s not a moment of peace around here. 

I swear the only sane person in this house is Karim, and he went away to visit his family abroad so he hasn’t been around to get me through the endless hours of prattle with these two. Kitty is still a tiny little angel, but she must miss him or something, because she’s been crying and fussing so much, and it just adds to the general chaos of everything, and, well, fuck. I can’t bloody hear myself think, Tix! Makes me miss those long afternoons of sheer boredom at the hospital with everyone. Maybe I’ll check myself in again. Ha ha, no I’m kidding. I’ll never go back. I know you’d throw a flower vase at me if I did!

Anyway, all this is going on and tomorrow is college and I’m bricking it. I don’t know if I can do another two years of people saying shit and always being mean fucks to me. Can I confess something, Fatty? I’m scared shitless that the moment my foot touches college ground, everything’ll start up again, and it’ll only take the world five minutes to destroy all the work that I’ve done on myself. All the progress, everything I fought for in therapy, the stuff Kester taught me… that all of it will just go poof the second someone puts me down.

Cause, yes, I know I’m brilliant, and you know I’m brilliant, but the rest of the world doesn’t give a fuck. And I know I’ve got so much going for me, and yeah, I’m a great person. But put me in those social situations, and all that is just irrelevant. People look at me and all they see is A BLOB. I think that I’m maybe strong enough now to stand up to people who take the piss, use my wit to give as good as I get. But I’m scared, Fatty, that actually, it really doesn’t matter how brilliant I am. Doesn’t matter how many witty put downs I have in my arsenal. The other person could always say, “Yeah? Well, you’re fat”. And they’ll be right, and I’ll be done. 

Keep reading

Babygate is NOT to closet Louis

I think babygate wasn’t created to further closet Louis, its main goal is to make the most damage possible to the fandom and specially the Larries.

Well it’s a one stone two birds situation actually. But the closet isn’t the focus.

Watching everything happen this past few weeks with babygate got me wondering why would Simon want to closet Louis further if he’s on his way out? What would he gain from it? It seemed like just a petty vendetta and it would all go down when/if Louis came out, so it didn’t make sense to me cause Simon is all about the money. Then I saw a post about how History is flopping as a single (big surprise right?) and watched hell breaking lose after Louis’ IG photo dropped and how it affected everyone and that’s when it clicked. Simon is trying to dismantle the fanbase so when the boys can officially leave him they’ll have virtually no fans (compared to before) to come back to after the break and it’s working.

Since the boys are leaving Simon he wants to break the fandom apart, especially the Larries that are arguably the majority and the most vocal and supportive part of the fandom, in order to sabotage them and their new team by taking away their money source and well their fanbase. And I hate to admit but it’s fucking genius, seeing how a lot of people have left since the beginning of babygate (larries and non-larries) particularly during this last week, it’s hard to see how NT can clean this mess up. The damage is done.

This makes sense to me because it hurts 1D where their money is. Besides, it finally explains all the gaslighting and the sloppy job they’re doing organizing this stunt. It’s not supposed to work as closeting, it’s supposed to smear Louis’ image to the fandom and the other boys by association, to drive people away, to put us against each other, to make us hate being a 1D fan and a Larrie.

Luckily we can see Louis and the NT are fighting back and trying to undermine 1dhq’s official narrative.

I also believe they’re trying to break 1D down to build Zayn up. That’s where they’re attracting the fans to. That’s why he can release new music so soon and the reason it seemed so easy for him to leave 1D without contractual sanctions. It’s not a coincidence every babygate punch as followed closely by Zayn promo. They’re basically telling the fans, see 1D is done, they’re on a break they won’t come back from, their music is flopping, Louis is having a baby with some random girl, Harry is going on yacht trips and fucking every model he encounters oh and he’s going solo too, Liam is making solo music about 3 somes (why isn’t he going solo?), Niall just wants to go to sports matches, they’re not even friends anymore they’re never together and don’t forget Larry is dead it was never alive. But here have a shiny new hot idol, but wait he’s not so new, it’s Zayn! Remember Zayn? You already like him and now he’s even more successful than that other flop group he was a part of. Before someone say I’m hating on Zayn, let me make myself clear, I’m not, I’m not saying this is anyway Zayn’s fault or his doing, really, this is all Simon’s work in my opinion, after all Zayn is still under syco/simco, right? He’s just another piece on Simon’s game.

Well, that’s it. Please feel free to add to this post.

Look @colethania I made a post about it lol. We’ve been talking about this for a while now and I finally decided to put the idea out there.

I’m gonna tag @lesbianslovelouis maybe you’ll have something to say about it?

Hearing!Verse: Homecoming


Anonymous asked you: omg. we need more daddy!klaine in the hearing verse. so fcking beautiful. bravo.

The lovely DinoJay made this amazing artwork to go along with the story! 


Over the last four years, Kurt’s grown accustomed to the unpredictable hours of Hollywood. He’s never been a stranger to hard work before, but at least on Broadway, there had been set hours for the most part. Once a show was into performances, his schedule was set in stone. He was always home for breakfast with the girls and Monday night date night with Blaine. Things were crazy, but they were manageable. Predictable. 

Keep reading

Memories, an Olicity fic

            She sees the scars, some more faint than others, but still fresh – not the ones that she had committed to memory over the years. The mosaic of purple is splashed across the thin torso in seemingly random places, but she knows that the locations are all strategic.  The thought of a boot slamming into an organ makes her bite her lip and Felicity reaches down to him.

            That’s when she sees the eyes – hollowed out with no glimmer of steel that she’s come to associate with him. In fact, there’s no sign of a soul inside those green eyes and she drops to her knees.


            Her fingers reach out, wanting to brush against skin – a touch would bring her hope that he hasn’t been carved out methodically. A cut here, a kick over here, a jolt of electricity right fucking there, for days that stretched into months until all that makes Oliver the Arrow, no, Oliver Queen were washed out with the blood, saliva, and tears. A bucket of water poured out onto the concrete floor, the muddied liquid twisting like a tornado until it gets sucked into the large drain with a glop, to cleanse the evidence of the murder of a soul.

            He shrinks away as if he’s still trapped with no room to go anywhere, wrenching his head back only so far because he thinks there’s no space to move.

            That’s when Felicity knows he’s broken – completely and irreparably so.



Keep reading

Submit: Calling it?

Hi gals!  

I’ve been out of town (hence away from tumblr) for the past 4 days and was hoping that would give me some off time to get my zen back…  So, for the past weekend or so, all I checked was my inbox, and the only news I got on Benedict were the rumour that he wouldn’t be attending the SAGs, and of course the articles about him and Sophie sending their wedding invitations via e-mail (so classy that).

The e-mailed-invitations-thing was pretty easy to deduce for me actually.  I didn’t believe it for a single moment.  I could never for the life of me imagine that Benedict Timothy Carlton Cumberbatch (and all that his family name entails) would ever stoop so low as to invite his friends, immediate and extended family to his much-anticipated (one can only presume) wedding to his blushing bride-to-be and soon-to-be mother of his child (I’ll get to that later) via…………. e-mail??!?!??!!?!?

I don’t care HOW environmentally conscious or thrifty he supposedly is; it is out of the realm of reality  to imagine anyone so posh going to such lengths to save on natural resources or postage or both….

Not to mention that I can’t help but wonder here:   If the mirror is privy to such astonishing information, why don’t they also inform us when this magical, romantic, storybook, and (one can only assume) shotgun wedding is going to take place?  I can only assume that the nannies who are so keen to wish well on the bride and groom to be would be ecstatic to find out at least the date and location.  Imagine how much THEY would be able to save on postage for their gifts and consequently have more money to spare to donate to the charity of the bride’s choice.

As to the SAG awards, I have to admit I was floored to read that Ben wouldn’t be attending.  From what he has shown us over the years, there is nothing he takes more seriously than his career (apart from family), and I can only imagine the reaction that HW must have had at the news.  However, after reading some of your comments, I have come up with my ultimate theory regarding this clusterf*%k.

I believe that this will mark the beginning of the end for the enGAGment.  In my mind, SH was hired as a red carpet accessory/girlfriend by HW and at the beginning BC went along with it because… why not?  He could kill so many birds with one stone just by parading around with a beautiful/well-educated/posh/(so)-avant-(much)-garde fellow artiste on his arm while on the Oscar trail.  What neither BC, nor HW predicted though was how much of a famewhore the english rose would turn out to be.  Every time I picture the astonishment on BC’s face when he saw that engorged belly at the PSIFF, I can’t help but shudder….

So, in my mind, BC was totally clueless as to the ace SH was prepared to pull to stay in the limelight longer.  I believe it was from that point on that BC started going off script on the GAG, started to make it a point not to touch her skin if it could be in any way avoided, and in general started giving us the dead-eyed-stare.  That can explain everything from the inopportune cumberbombs to the cringe-worthy attempt to announce to the world that he’s an expectant father, to the bin-gate, to the sad, sad eyes.

And that brings me to the out he concocted along with HW.  I know most of you don’t like this idea, but bear with me for a second.

As I’ve never entertained the idea that SH is carrying his child (her drinking and bingate for me draw a moat in the sand, as opposed to a mere line), in my mind there never really existed any way out apart from the fake miscarriage scenario.  If we’d just been left to our own devices and were merely speculating on the size of an ever inflating-deflating-inflating-alien-baby-bump, I could see them passing it off as indigestion…  But having heard the words “expectant father” from the horse’s mouth, the only possible outcomes are two:  either Sophie really IS pregnant and we’re collectively blind, or Sophie is NOT pregnant and she’s going to have to undergo a fake miscarriage.

Dispicable?  Sure…

Benedict’s fault?  I’m not so sure anymore.  If I were BC and I had agreed to play along with this sham, I too would feel cornered once she showed up with a flowy dress and a pillow stuffed where her waist should have been.  I would have fought tooth and nail to put an end to the rumours of a baby, and insisted that she wear something form-fitting to the GGs.  How it went from that to video-bombing AL’s interview and letting the world know that he’s going to be a daddy…  I don’t want to know.  (I really do, but I really really really hope to never have to find out)

Plus, I believe that it has recently come to his full attention that the impact of this whole sham on his fanbase is going to be devastatingly hard to come back from.  If he cuts his losses now, he can still walk away with half of his fanbase (the nannies) beside themselves with heartbreak over the tragedy that will befall him and the other half (the skeptics) somewhat disgusted by his duplicitous nature but deep down relieved that he didn’t go through with the full spectre of the sham…

So, I have officially done a 360 here.  When the engagement announcement was made, I was happy for Ben to find true love.  When the first red carpet  photos came through, I was a tad suspicious.  When I heard that dead voice talk about “where his forevermore is”, I was worried.  When the GGs came around, I was livid with him for trying to put one up on us.  When she visited the Sherlock set, I was furious at the sacrilege.  And now that he’s finally borrowed that third testicle from you Ballsy, I’m secretly hoping that said testicle is going to align his spine and rid the world of yet another famewhore who’s desperate to get photographed next to a man she doesn’t even seem to tolerate.

So, I’m calling it.  I believe that his absence from the SAGs was a combination between:

-I’m not a performing monkey, and although I forgot that for a while, I’m done!

-I’m shooting Sherlock, it’s what made me, it’s my work, piss off!

-I’m slowly but surely becoming a laughing stock, and I’ve really worked too hard to get to this point.  If I’m going to lose anyway, what’s the point?

-It really IS an honour just to be nominated for an Oscar; I should quit while I’m ahead…

I fully expect an announcement within the next few days that Sophie is having troubles with the pregnancy and Benedict putting on a brave face through it all.  When it’s all done, I expect he’ll turn up to setlock without a hitch as “the show must go on / the only way I can cope with this tragedy is through my work” etc.  I also expect Sophie not to attend any more red carpets due to her being under the weather.  Perhaps Benedict won’t attend the BAFTAs as well, due to his spirit being crushed.  Come Oscar time, I expect her to stay in the UK and Wanda to be by his side all the way.  And a couple of months later, I expect him to be papped with some nameless beauty by his side and him (having learned by past mistakes) to finally keep his private life, PRIVATE.

Sorry to take up sooooooo much space, but I have finally come back from the dark side (I’m the one that was hoping he wouldn’t get an Oscar last week) and can start rooting for Ben again.

Thanks for your patience.