let me say right now for the record

anonymous asked:

Everything Harry and his team are doing just look super lazy. Like, hey Harry recorded an album but he can't even be arsed to promote it. Let's use all his famous friends and let them do the job for him. Like, if that's the strategy, bye bye!

I said this in my tags but I’ll say it again here. Right now this looks super yikes to me. The impression it gives is that Harry doesn’t want to talk about his music either because he wants to surprise drop it or he doesn’t care enough to talk about it. And he is letting loads of people hear it that can’t keep their mouths shut about it, so he either has bad judgement in who he is letting listen to it if he wants to drop it as a surprise or that he doesn’t care enough himself to comment. It he had said literally anything about releasing music it would be drastically different, but here we are over a year since hiatus started and he still hasn’t said anything. And before you say they can’t keep things quiet let me remind you about Another Man.

anonymous asked:

aww man if youre still looking for prompts, i would love to see the first chapter of if we bite from nursey's point of view? like, what exactly was he thinking when he brought up blowjobs to dex etc? that would be amazing!


He’s not sure why he says it.

It might be the stress, or the way that studying Shakespeare makes him think about sex more than usual, or the fact that he’s scatterbrained and tired and that makes him lose his filter, but–

“God,” Nursey mumbles, mostly into Dex’s bedspread. “I’m so tense right now. I just need to suck a dick, you know?”

Dex chokes on his Red Bull and starts coughing, bending over his desk. He’s totally red, and Nursey’s not sure if it’s from what he said or the fact that he can’t breathe, but he snickers as he gets up and smacks him on the back a few times. “Jesus, Poindexter,” he laughs. “Chill.”

You chill,” Dex chokes out. “What the shit, man, you can’t just say that.”

Nursey blinks at him, all innocence, just to be a dick. He and Dex are friends now, but that doesn’t mean he doesn’t like riling him up. “Say what?”

Dex rolls his eyes, then puts on his Derek Voice, which he usually reserves for terrible reenactments of stories where Nursey’s done something embarrassing. “‘I just need to suck a dick,’ bro? Really?”

Satisfied that Dex is breathing again, since he’s chirping, Nursey flops back onto Dex’s bed. “Hey, we’ve all got our stress relief.”

Dex’s cheeks go pink. Nursey refuses to find this attractive. “Yeah, but like…Don’t you mean, uh, have someone suck yours?”

Oh. That’s what this is about. Nursey raises an eyebrow at him pointedly. “No,” he says. “I said what I meant.”

Dex flushes redder, mutters something about how he doesn’t think that could be relaxing, and Nursey snorts, chirps him gently. They go back and forth like that a bit, Dex getting redder and redder but still asking, not dropping it, and finally, Nursey gives up. “You really wanna know?”

Dex’s throat works as he swallows, and he shrugs. “Good to know how your d-man ticks, right?”

There’s something under his words that Nursey can’t really place, and the room feels warmer than it did before, the weird tension that’s always hovered between them thicker, tighter. Nursey licks his lips and closes his book. “Yeah, okay.” He sits up, hesitating slightly as he thinks through what he wants to say. He knows how he feels when he’s going down on someone, but he’s never had to put into words to another person before.

The closest he’s ever come is putting it on paper, but even that has just been snippets of sensation, and those poems have never seen the light of day.

“I guess it’s about turning my brain off,” he says slowly, carefully. “Y’know, you’ve just got an objective that you’re going for, and you don’t have to think about it. And it’s a lot of sensation, so there’s that, too.” He smiles, thinking a little absently of his favorite parts. “Hard to think too much when your mouth is full and someone’s got their hands in your hair and–”

“Okay, I get it,” Dex says quickly, cutting him off.

Nursey grins. “What,” he teases. “C’mon, you don’t get the same thing eating pussy?”

He knows Dex has had at least one long-term girlfriend, so it’s not out of the realm of possibility that he’s done oral–he hopes he has, at least, Jesus, he’s an asshole but he should at least be a gentleman in bed–but Dex flushes again. “Not exactly,” he says. “I was definitely still, uh, thinking.”

Huh. Nursey shrugs. “Maybe it’s just my thing, then.” Dex still looks uncomfortable, though, and honestly, he sort of is, too–this is more than they’ve ever talked about sex, just the two of them, and it’s sort of weird. And not just because the way Dex keeps looking at him when he talks is making him half-hard in his jeans. He’s grateful for the notebooks in his lap. He changes the subject to something safer. “I mean, it’s no Finer Arts of Maplewood Sanding, but–”

The tension breaks as Dex rolls his eyes. “I swear to God, bro–”

They manage another hour or so of work before Nursey has to give up again, too stressed and annoyed with his essay to keep trying to make his points flow together the way he wants them to. He closes his laptop and gets up. Dex asks if he wants to get dinner, but Nursey turns him gently down–he’s too jittery to eat, and he needs something to calm him down before he can do anything else. He’ll text Lardo first, see if he can get a joint off her; if not, he’ll try one of Sadie’s art friends–

“Or,” Dex blurts out, as Nursey’s halfway out the door.

Nursey stops. Slowly, hesitantly, he turns. Dex is staring at him, upright and rigid in his desk chair, looking a little bit like he’s not sure saying something was a good idea, but like he still has more to say. Nursey raises his eyebrows. “Uh,” he says. “Or what?”

Dex stares at him for another moment, deer-in-the-headlights, and then he seems to force himself to relax, leaning back in his chair, all casual. “I mean,” he says, letting his legs fall open slightly. Nursey does not let his gaze flicker down. He doesn’t. “I’ve got a dick?”

Nursey’s brain does the thought equivalent of a record scratch. He stares. His brain plays the Mac OXS startup music. Chimes. He stares. Dex looks back.

“Are you fucking with me right now,” he says finally, “or are you serious?”

“Serious?” Dex says. It sounds like he’s guessing. Nursey frowns at him, and Dex flushes, backpedaling, talking quickly. “I mean, y’know. Giving blowjobs relaxes you. Getting blowjobs relaxes me. Seems like a win-win?”

He’s rambling by the end, and all Nursey can do is keep staring at him, his mouth open slightly. He blinks a little, and swallows. “I thought you were straight,” he says.

Dex shrugs his shoulders. “Maybe,” he says, and Nursey thinks, wildly, maybe???, but then Dex gestures at Nursey, encompassing his whole body, which…what? “But I’m not fucking blind.”

And it’s Nursey’s turn to flush a little, his cheeks warming. Because he’s used to compliments, yeah, used to people looking at him, but for some reason it feels different, coming from Dex. He’s not really sure why. Not really sure he wants to think about why.

He takes a breath. “If you’re fucking with me, this is a seriously dick move, even for you,” he says. “Like, grade-A asshole move. You know that, right?”

Dex nods, raising his hands, as if in surrender. “Genuine fucking offer, I swear.”

Offer. Like he’s doing Nursey a favor, letting him suck his dick. Like it’s a nice thing to do, letting Nursey get his mouth on him, see what he tastes like, feels like, see if he flushes all the way down his body when he’s turned on–

Fuck. He’s really going to do this. Nursey schools his face to calm. “Yeah, alright,” he says easily, smiling, and closing the door properly. “Chill.”

Dex looks almost as startled as Nursey feels, and for a second, Nursey thinks he is going to pull a “just kidding!”, but he doesn’t. He lets Nursey chirp him about the fact that he and his suitemates are computer nerds who never get laid. He takes off his jeans. They talk about condoms and STIs, because assholes or not, they’re not idiots.

And then Dex is sitting down on the edge of his bed in his boxers and t-shirt, his cheeks flushed, the outline of a semi visible through the thin cotton of his underwear, his eyes fixed on Nursey. Nursey watches his throat move as he swallows. “You wanna?”

He pats the bed next to him, clearly expecting Nursey to blow him from there, and Nursey hesitates. That’s the piece of this that he didn’t mention, but that’s okay. Dex’ll figure it out soon enough.

“Nope,” he says. Nursey smiles, making sure he holds Dex’s gaze, steady and unbreaking, and, slowly, he sinks to his knees.

  • BVB: *is all cheery and fine*
  • Andy: *marries a Scientologist, gets beat by said wife and apparently joins cult*
  • Jinxx: *apparently gets married for a third time*
  • Jake: *calls out Ashley for not really playing bass, calls out his record company for not letting him release music and is generally salty*
  • Ashley: *doesn't play bass and says BVB is a business*
  • BVB: *is clearly not fine and not okay*
  • Fandom: *is also not okay and complains, generally acting as salty as the band right now*
  • CC: Ummm...I'm being generally unproblematic right now. I could be problematic, but I'm not. Be proud of me. I am generally not being problematic right now.
Stuff that happened at CDP

First of all I’ve got to say sorry because I told you that I was going to record a fancam and I did… until my card got full at the end of the warmup *facepalm* so I’ll still post the warmup tomorrow but yeah.

And thank fuck god for @pink-paperblossom​ that I planned to meet with and that warned me that a marathon was blocking the way for me to get there in time!

Now let’s go to the good stuff.

Now let me ask you something, we all have specific(s) image(s) attached to an event right ? Like frames behind your eyelids ? Because I’ll have many for this event but what I’ll remember first when thinking about it isn’t the amazing program Shoma pulled, but *clear throat*THE FACT THAT WHEN I WHEN I WAS STILL IN THE ENTRY SEARCHING FOR @pink-paperblossom SHOMA BRUSHED PASSED ME AND STARTED TALKING WITH TAKAHITO WHO WERE LIKE 3 FT AWAY FROM ME, WTF DO YOU WANT ME TO HAVE A HEART ATTACK






I STILL HAVE CAN’T BELIEVE IT I’M SO HAPPY (also what is focus lmao)







Title:The Laws of Love: Chapter One

Summary:The reader is a a big lawyer and Dean is her assistant what they  don’t realize it that they’re both in love with the other but what will happen after Dean agrees to be her date for a party  

Paring: Dean X Reader 

Date: February ,7.2017

Word Count:2,708

Warnings:Language, smut and drinking 

Authors Note: I do really apologize for not posting anything in such a long time but I hope that this new series will make up for it  

Tags: @wrong-universe   @im-beautifully-sewn @lunarsaturn88
@deliciouslyshadowymilkshake @fangirl1029

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Mornings were always the best part of my day, because that first moment that she walked through the doors never ceased to make me go weak an the knees. The way she moved so full of confidence was enough to that to any man. Every morning just like clockwork she sauntered her way through the doors at 8;00.

 As I watched the doors to her office close I stood from my desk addressing my suit to make sure everything is in order before moving to grab her stack of case files and the coffee I had made a few minuets prior.

Walking through the door my senses are immediately filled with her, the soft smell of black cherry from the candle she often had burning invading my nose instantly calming my rapid heartbeat

“Good morning Dean. Have a nice weekend?” She greeted me with a friendly smile

“ Yeah my brother and I went to see a game Saturday. Did you do anything this weekend?” I ask in return

“Oh you know me, just the usual. So what do we have for this today?” She asked effectively changing the subject

“Well today you have a Mr. Novak called and said he’d be stopping in to have you look over his case before he takes it to judge Shurley ,a 10:00 meeting with the DA ,at 1:00 lunch with the governor, she said she had something important to talk to you about , and by the time you get back from that the Peterson file should be here for you to get started on.” I read off her schedule from my note pad   

“ Ok well notify me when he gets here and call in Sam to help with the Peterson case please.” She asks making little notes in her planer 

“Yes ma’am I’ll call him now” I say as I get up and head back towards my desk 

I had just finished my phone call with Sam when cas walked through the door, looking smug as ever.

“I have some business to discus with Y/N so if you’d kindly tell her I’m here.” He said starring down at me 

“Y/N, Cas is here to see you now.” I said over the intercom 

“ Ok thank you send him in” she responded as I waved him in 

~~~~~~~ readers Pov

“ Good morning Y/N, I hope you had a nice weekend?” Cas asks as he walks through my office door making me wish I had passed our most junior partner on to someone else for his training 

“Yes Cas I did but lets get to work because I have quite a busy schedule today. Now do you have your opening statements, witness testimonials, hospital records and police reports gathered?” I question as I read off the basics he should have 

“Yep I have them all right here.” he says as he hands me file after file of crumpled , dogeared, coffee stained  paper 

“Ok for starters you can not go into a courtroom with your paperwork in this condition, so once I’m done looking this over you will have to straiten them out, redo them or something because no one will take you serious if they look like this.
Now lets see how the actual case holds up.” I say as I begin to look through it all. After about 45 minutes I finally finish “ Well Cas it seems pretty strait forward, I think you should be fine.” I say handing him his papers back and walking him out the door 

“Thank you Y/N, would you let me repay you by treating you to lunch?” He asks biting his lower lip awaiting my answer 

“ Sorry but I can’t, I have lunch with the Governor so I’m going to have to decline.” I say trying to let him down as easy as I could, truth was I wasn’t looking for any sort of relationship at the moment and even if I was Cas just didn’t fit into what I would be looking for. 

“ Ok well at least let me walk you to the lobby?” hes asks still hopeful 

“I suppose so but I have to hurry or I’ll be late for my meeting with the DA .” I give in 

Just as I head back to my office to grab my purse I hear Dean abruptly stand up from his chair saying something about going to pick up the case files himself.

~~~~~~Dean’s POV

All three of us shuffled into the elevator and I pretended to busy myself on my phone as Cas continued to make apparently unwanted advances toward Y/N and I couldn’t stop the tightening in my chest every time he pointed out an aspect of her beauty, even though I wholeheartedly agreed with everything he said it still hurt to hear those words being directed at her and I wasn’t the one saying them, I wasn’t the one telling her how beautiful she looks , how her eyes shine when she laughs ,the way I love how adorable she looks when she picks at her bracelet when she gets nervous or uncomfortable, just the way she was doing now. Knowing I had to do something to help her in the situation I quickly bring her attention to me
“Y/N when was the last time you met with the Governor? Because I don’t remember ever seeing a call from her.” 

“I’ve never had lunch with her before but I did advise on the case when her niece was kidnapped to help make sure they were prosecuted with the maximum penalty, but that’s the only way I know her.” She answers just as the elevator stops at cas’s floor
I breathe a sigh of relief as I watch the doors close behind him, but I suddenly become all to aware of the confined space we’re in and feel my palms begin to sweat, no woman has ever had the effects on me that she has and we’re just sharing an elevator. A few seconds pass before she brakes the silence
“ Dean after my meeting I’m going to lunch so you might as well get yours while you’re out too, and I might not be back till after 2:00ish so if Sam gets here before I get back just have him get started without me”

“Yes ma’am I’ll tell him.” I say as I pocket my phone

“Dean don’t you think after three years you can call me by my name?” she asks with a slight chuckle. 

“ Sorry, I’ll try to remember that” I say knowing full well I can’t. The truth is I would love nothing more than to feel her name roll off of my tongue but the day I start that I know will be the day it never stops falling from my lips like a prayer, wishing for it to be whispered in the most intimate of ways with our bodies tangled together. pushing and pulling till the only words each of us can think of is each others names. But I also know this is my job and I need to be professional and bury my feelings no matter how difficult that might be.
Neither of us says anything else as we reach the lobby and go our separate ways  

~~~~readers POV

 I returned to find Dean’s desk empty, assuming that he must still be gone I make my way to the spare office we have for consulting partners to see if Sam arrived. As I make my way down the corridor I hear faint voices coming from the room, coming closer I recognize them to be Sam and Dean, hovering by the door I overhear the tail end of their conversation 

“ Dude, you can’t just keep pretending that you don’t feel anything for her. You’re going to have to say something sooner or later so why not make it sooner?” Sam asks

“Yeah but it’s just not that simple, she’s different, she’s special, if she didn’t feel the same way it would destroy me, I  know it would.”Dean responds making you feel like the air had been knocked out of your lungs, did he really finally have someone? Of coarse he did, no way he was even interested in you let alone going to set around waiting on your stupid ass. You were only his boss, nothing more, never anything more. You think to yourself
Quickly composing yourself you open the door effectively ending their conversation and the shattering of your heart. They both turn and look your way as the door swings open 

“ Good afternoon gentlemen, I trust you’re ready to get down to business?” you ask pushing the hurt in your heart to the back of your mind  
Dean returns to his desk as you and Sam begin the monumental task of preparing for the upcoming trial, 45 minuets pass before either of you speak
“ So I hear you had lunch with the governor, what was that all about?” Sam asks 

“ She invited me to a party as a thank you for helping we her niece.” you answer not looking up from the work in front of you 

“ Are you going to go?” Sam asks

“I’m not sure,she told me I had to bring a date so I might not go.” you say

“ And why is that such a deal breaker?”Sam questions 

“Well because I don’t really have anyone to go with and it’s kind of embarrassing to show up without one after she told me to bring someone.” you confess 

“Yeah I guess that makes sense” Sam says 

“Hey I don’t suppose you’d be willing to be my date?”  you ask hopeful 
what you didn’t know however was Dean had just approached the door and heard as you asked his own brother, the one he had trusted with his most personal feelings to be your date. Feeling angry and quite frankly betrayed he storms  out of the office wanting to be anywhere but there

~~ Dean’s POV 

I can’t believe that of all people she chose him, why did it have to be Sam?
I ask myself as I set down at the bar just down the street. After about six shots my brain has fogged enough that it would be a good idea to call Sam  

“Dean? Do you need something?” he answers after three rings 

  “Yeah, I want to know if Jess knows.” I slur slightly in to the phone 

“ If Jess knows what? Where are you and why do you sound like you’ve been drinking?” Sam asks 

“That you’re going on a date with Y/N, and I sound like I’ve been drinking because I am drinking” I say as I order another round 

“Dean where are you, I’m coming to get you.” Sam 

“I’m at a bar down the street, but I don’t want to see you” I say before hanging up 

Sam arrives about 20 minutes later “ Dean what are you doing here?” Sam asks 

“I’m drinking what’s it look like I’m doing?” I bite at Sam 

“I can see you’re drinking but what I don’t know is why.” Sam prods 

“ You really don’t know? Did you even hear her ask YOU out?” I ask razing my voice slightly

“That’s what this is about? Dean just sober up and go talk to her, this is not my place to explain but I can assure you she’s not interested in me” Sam says taking my remaining shots away and ordering a black coffee

Back at the office I return to my desk I try to avoid Y/N as much as possible 
till I hear the familiar sound of the intercom and then her voice comes through asking me to com to her office.
I walk through the door fully expecting to be fired but instead she asks me to sit in a voice so calming it gives me chills.

“ Dean, umm I was wondering if you were free this Saturday? You see the Governor has invited me to a party and I was hopping you’d be my date?” She asks looking at me with eyes full of hope and what appears to be a hint of fear

“I’d love to “I answer probably to quickly but can’t seem to care   

“Ok great, we can meet here after work. It’s formal so if you don’t have a tux you’ll have to get one.” she asks 

“I have one, I’m not sure if it still fits but I’ll find out tonight.” I answer 


By the time Saturday came around I could barely contain my excitement, I knew that I was only her date because she didn’t have anyone else but it still brought me a sense of pride to know that I get to be the person on her arm for the night. Hopefully tonight will be the night I grow some balls and just tell her how I feel like Sam keeps telling me to.

The moment of truth finally arrives as she walks though her office door and for the first time in my life I am completely and utterly rendered speechless.

She’s always beautiful but tonight something is so different about the way she carries herself that makes her seem even more like a goddess. The way her dress clings to her in all right ways is making my throat go dry, I want to say something, tell her how gorgeous she looks, anything but my mouth doesn’t seem to be connected to my brain any longer, all I can do is stand there and stare like an idiot

“ I’m afraid that I should have chosen a better dress if I’d have known you were going to look this good Dean “ she says to me and I can’t help the smile that makes it’s way to my face

“ No you look stunning , I don’t think you could have picked a better dress  

“ Thank you Dean, are you ready to go?” she ask pointing to the doors with a jerk of her head

~~~~Readers POV

Walking through the doors I’m amazed at the beauty of the decorated room even though that can not compare to the man standing next to me, heads start to turn from every direction I know it’s because they’re just as mesmerized by his beauty as I am. 

Mingling with people has never been something I enjoyed but this is a whole new ball park, rich snobby people who don’t care about the answers to the questions they just asked and only want to hear themselves speak while simultaneously managing to brag about their pathetic lives are the very definition of torture. Not to say that my life is any better but at least I don’t force people I don’t know who don’t care to listen to my life story. It all goes pretty well till I spot Zach my ex-boyfriend. The relationship had ended very badly eventually forcing me to move across the country just to get away. “Dean see that guy over there?” You ask with a shake of your head 

“Yeah what about him?” He asks

“He’s dangerous so let’s try and keep our distance.” I answer trying to hide my face from his view but failing because he starts moving your way after giving a slight wave “Oh fuck!!  He saw me, Dean we have to make him think we’re together so he’ll leave me alone, please?” I beg 

“Y/N!! What are you doing here?” Zach all but yells still as loud as ever 

Putting on a fake smile I respond “ I am here be special invite by the governor, what are you doing here?”    

“ Well my dad thought I should get out with a different crowd so he got me invited, I do have to say however that you are the last person I thought I’d see tonight. So what have you been up to, and who is this with you?” he asks prolonging the unbearable conversation even longer 

“I’m now a partner in a very big law firm here in the city and this is Dean he’s my…” You don’t get to finish before Dean butts in “Fiance, we’re getting married next year” 

“Oh well a whole year before the wedding huh, who knows what could happen between now and then.” he says with a sickening wink before walking way to terrorize someone else   

“OK lets get you a drink” Dean says before walking you to the bar  

After about an hour more of the awful party you begin to feel slightly tipsy but still having enough sense to know you need to leave before you make a scene 

~~~~~Deans POV

“Dean I think you better take me home” she slurred while clinging to my arm fro support  

By the time I had gotten Y/N to her place she had fallen asleep in the car so I took her in and gently placed her in her bed before leaving to make coffee.
It isn’t long before she stumbles out into the kitchen somehow having taken off her dress and just wondering around in her bra and panties

“The dress was to uncomfortable to sleep in, I didn’t know you were still here I figured you would have left by now. I  would like to say thank you for what you did tonight with my ex, that means a lot to me.” she said looking slightly ashamed 

“No I was going to stay and make sure you were alright, and as far as that dickwad goes it was no big dean. I even enjoyed playing your fiance. I made some coffee if you want some?” I ask holding up an empty cup 

“ I’d love some, thank you.”she answered, taking the cup I poured her.  
After taking a sip she moves to stand in front of me, looking me up and down her gaze stops on my bow-tie. She reaches up and unties it 

 “You must be uncomfortable in all these clothes, I could help you out of them if you want.” she half whispers as she moves her hands to push my suit coat from my shoulders 

“It doesn’t matter if I’d want you to or not, you’re drunk and my boss so we can’t do that.” I say removing her hands from the buttons of my shirt   

“Dean I’m not that drunk, I know exactly what I’m doing and there is nothing against office romances in the company. This is embarrassing I’m sorry I read this wrong, I’ll be back in my room feel free to make yourself at home.” She says sounding defeated as she turns to leave the room 

“Y/N wait, it’s not that I don’t want it because lord knows I do but it just feels so wrong. Are you sure we won’t get fired for this?” I ask moving closer to her 

“ I’m a lawyer and you’re my assistant, there’s nothing that could be jeopardized by us being in a relationship and it’s not like either of us have a partner so I don’t see why it would feel wrong.” she reasons with me.

 Reaching out to gently cup her face and pull her to me, I stop a few inches from her lips to let her close the gap and make sure she wants this as much as I do.
When she finally does and her lips feel better than I had dreamed about plump and soft moving against mine, and she definitely knows what she’s doing sucking and nibbling at all the right moments. Suddenly needing to feel move of her I move her till her back is against the wall an I can’t help move my hands across her body feeling anything and everything I can, moving her leg to my hip so I can press against her more fully    

Our bodies move unison like this is where they have been made to be.
I grab the backs of her thighs lifting her and carrying her the remaining space to her bed, I lay her down gently on the bed before standing and begin to unbuttoning and removing my shirt and pants.

“Are you absolutely sure about this?” I ask looking down at her propped up on her elbows.
I watch as she moves to stand on her knees and crawl to me before pulling my lips to hers once again “ Does that answer your question or do you still need more convincing” she says with a smirk as her hands rest at the base of my neck

Slowly I move my hands up her back till I reach her bra, undoing it and letting it drop. “If you only knew how many times I had actualy dreamed of doing this”I say as I allow my eyes to greedily take in as much of her now exposed skin as I can

“Just what exactly did you do in these dreams?” her smirk returning as she asks

“Well how about I show you instead of telling you?”  I say as I move her to lay on the bed before hovering over her
Starting at her lips I begin to kiss my way across her body, slightly scraping my teeth over the sensitive flesh every now and then making her push herself more against me. As I reach her breast I suck one of the hardened nubs into my mouth tugging with just the right amount of tension to make her a moaning mess beneath me as I softly kneed the other with my hand. After giving each breast equal treatment I continue my path down her stomach sucking matching marks into her hips. Placing a brief kiss to her lace covered mound before moving on to her legs as she lets out a whine realizing she won’t be getting relief anytime soon. After making my way down and back up her legs I finally hook my thumbs into the waist of her panties and pull them down and off her ankles. Licking a broad strip across her folds before circling her clit and giving it a hard suck, moving my tongue down to thrust shallowly into her just enough to tease but not give any relief

~~~~readers POV

Of all the daydreams I had let my mind entertain this was better than I could have imagined, Dean knew just exactly what he was doing when it came to pleasure between his tongue, his lips and the way his fingers were working I was on the edge of pure bliss within minutes, but just before that moment he pulls away causing a whine to escape my lips. Lining himself up with my entrance teasing my yet again before thrusting in all at once, giving me a moment to adjust he kisses me again this time with more ferocity, all tongue and teeth but an underlined amount of love and lust mixed in and it was perfection. Slowly he begins thrusting, gradually going harder and deeper burying his face in my neck as he pounds into me   

“Dean I’m gonna cum!” I moan out 

“Me too sweetheart, just hold on a little longer.” he grunts as he’s unwavering in his pace “Are you ready, I want you to cum with me?”  he ask 

After twisting his hips slightly and giving a couple particularly hard thrusts he has me cumming with a shout of his name, my walls clenching tightly around his length causing him to spurt hot ropes of his seed deep within me as he bites into my shoulder. Collapsing in a painting mess on top of me he tries to regain control of his breathing   

“Can I ask you a question?” I ask holding him in your arms  

“Anything, what is it?” he asks concerned leaning back to look at me 

“ I just wanted to know if you want this to be a one time thing, a relationship or a friends with benefits kinda thing?” I ask holding my breath in anticipation

“I have wanted you for so long I don’t want this to just be a one night thing but if that’s what you want I’m ok with that” he answers, relief flooding through me at the thought that we may have a chance 

“This right here with you is exactly what I’ve always wanted, and I don’t mean just friends with benefits, I want you all of you and I want you as mine” I confess 

“I have known from the moment I first laid eyes on you that I’d never look at another woman the same way and I really want to try and make this work with you too” he responds as his fingers trail over the still tingling mark on my shoulder 

“We can talk more about this in the morning but for now sleep” I say placing a gentle peck to his lips  

Happy Valentine’s Day

There is it, guys!

Once again, thank you for sticking around and being so patient! Warning: smut and fluff ahead!

I look up from my computer screen and realize I am the last one in the office. Everyone left early, probably to be with their other halves for Valentine’s Day. I don’t really care, Jared is in New York until Friday on business, but it’s not like we celebrate Valentines anyway. I look at my watch. 6pm. I think it’s time to call it a day. I have a bottle of wine with my name on it and a skype date with my man.

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Frustrated (ChrisMD)

Requested?: Yep, Thank You
Warnings: Smut
Pairing: Chris and Reader. Sidemen (platonic)



You would think that being around Chris would be really awkward.

Being that about three months ago when we were out with a couple of friends, we both got a little drunk. Which soon lead to us heading back to his hotel room, and hooking up. We both vowed to never speak of that night and to act like nothing happened.

Although I don’t think that Chris has been forgetful of it though. I mean the boy literally flirts with me every chance he gets. Not saying that I don’t enjoy it or that I don’t flirt back, because I do.

Take right now for instance, Chris and the sidemen are out recording football videos, and he is continuously flirting with me. Winking at me, looking me up and down, and constantly making eye contact with me.

I’m trying to ignore it, but the rest of the guys are not letting anything slip past them. Every time Chris does something one of them has to say something.

As Chris takes his turn, trying to hit the crossbar, he makes direct eye contact with me as he hits hit. I take in a deep breath as he runs his tongue over his lips, before turning to the camera.

Once everyone has taken their turn, and everyone but Josh and Ethan has hit the crossbar, the recording equipment is soon packed up.

“Yo, Y/N. you okay over there?” Simon asks, walking towards me “You seem a bit flustered.”

“I’m fine.” I say, walking away from him

“Awh, Chris look what you’ve done to her.” JJ says jokingly

“Shut up.” I mumble, grabbing my bag and walking towards the car

I hear all of them laugh before following me out.

“You know that they were just joking about, right?” Chris asks as we enter the spare bedroom, at the sidemen house.

“Didn’t seem like they were.” I say crossing my arms

“Come on, it’s not like you were actually getting flustered by all of that.“  Chris says, walking over to the desk

He sets down his phone, before he looks up at the wall.

“Unless you were.”

I look down “Of course I wasn’t.”

I then hear him get up, before walking to directly in front of me.

“Y/N, were you actually getting flustered by me earlier?” Chris asks

When I don’t answer him, he gently lifts my chin up with his hand.

“Y/N, answer me.”

“Okay, fine. So what if it did?” I ask, making eye contact with him

“Because that’s what I wanted.” He mumbles, before pressing his lips against my own.

After getting over the shock of him kissing me, I begin to move my lips with his. I’ve been waiting for this to happen, since the first time it happened. I missed the feeling of his lips against my own.

I feel his hands travel down my back, before resting on my upper thighs.

“Jump.” He whispers against my lips

I do as he says, and jump up, wrapping my legs around his waist. He then walks backwards, so I am between him and the wall. Our lips now moving together, in an almost desperate manner.

Chris then disconnects his lips from mine and trails them down my jaw and my neck. I lean my head back, ever so slightly, to give him better access. I then feel him hit that certain spot, causing a moan to slip past my lips.

He sucks on that patch of skin, leaving his mark there.

He then moves his head so he is making eye contact with me again.

“You sure about this?”

I nod my head “Never been more sure of anything.”

He smiles and then walks us both over to the bed, where he lays me down and crawls on top of me. I wrap my arms around his neck, pulling him down and connecting out lips once again.

He happily complies, and moves his lips with mine. I move one of my hands up into his hair, gently pulling at it. This causes him to let out a groan, and push his lips against mine harder.

I then feel him trail his hand down my side, before gently lifting my shirt up.

Our lips disconnect for a second, so we can both get our shirts off. Chris loves his hand behind my back, unclasping my bra, as he connects our lips again.

Before long all of our clothes, besides our underwear is off and on the floor. I then feel Chris get up from the bed.

I open my eyes, and follow his every movement.

“Don’t worry, just getting this.” Chris says, pulling a condom out of his bag

“Oh, you were expecting something like this to happen?”

“Maybe not with you, but I’m not complaining.”

He then climbs back on the back and on top of me.

“You’re one-hundred percent sure about this?” He asks, looking in my eyes

I nod my head “You ask one more time, and I will take complete control over this.”

“I’d rather you didn’t.” He says, now removing both of our underwear.

He then hands the condom to me “You do it.”

I take it from him, ripping open the package. Then rolling onto him.

He then grabs a hold my hand in his, using his other hand to hold himself up.

“Might hurt a little bit.” He says, before pushing into me.

I groan, and squeeze his hand, closing my eyes. It only hurts for a few seconds, before he starts to move slowly. 

“Chris, please.” I mumble “Move faster.”

He complies and then begins to move his hips at a faster pace. Moving his head down, burying it in my neck.

His lips, connect to my neck, gently sucking. This causes more moans to slip past my lips.

My hands then travel to his back. My nails are now digging into his back, running my hands down. Surely leaving scratches down his back.

Soon enough the both of us are reaching it high. The sound of both of our moans is ringing throughout the room. Neither of us cared if anyone in the house could hear us. Right now, we were the only two in the world.

Soon enough Chris and I are laying side by side on the bed, both out of breath.

“That was so much better sober.” Chris says after a while

I turn to him “I have to agree.”

He turns his head towards me and smiles. “Been wanting to do that since the first time.”

I smile and the cuddle into him “So have I.”

I then feel my eyelids start to become a little heavy.

“Goodnight.” Chris whispers, pressing his lips to my forehead.

-Next Morning-

I am in the kitchen, cooking all of the boys breakfast, consisting of pancakes and bacon. When I hear someone walk into the kitchen.

Before long, two arms are wrapped around my waist, and a pair of lips against my temple.

“Morning.” Chris whispers

“Morning.” I say smiling

“It’s too early for that.” I hear Simon groan, as he walks into the kitchen.

“Morning to you too Simon.” I say as I take the last of the pancakes off of the pan

“Why are you two so lovey dovey this morning?” He asks

I didn’t realize what he meant, until I remembered that Chris still had his arms wrapped around me.

“Probably has something to do with what I heard coming from the spare bedroom, last night.” Josh says walking into the kitchen

“Then that explains the bruising on their necks, and the scratch marks on his arms.” Simon says

My face turns best red, and I turn away from the guys. This is something I wasn’t really wanting to talk about, being that it was mine and Chris’s personal life.

“I think she’s had enough teasing within the past two days.” Chris says, hugging me closer to him

“Yeah and not just by us.” Simon says

“Please just drop it.” I mumble looking at him

“Fine.” Simon sighs “I’m just happy you two are pretty much together now. I can’t take anymore of this flirting shit going on between you two.”

I smile, agreeing with what he said. Chris has always been the one I want to be with. Whether I knew it or not. I couldn’t wait to see what the future will hold for the two of us.

Who knows, maybe we will be together for so long that we start a family. Although that’s probably far off in the future.

As of right now. I am just going to be living in the moment. Enjoying every little thing.

anonymous asked:

Is it too much for a prompt with cute baby Stephanie, and with either of her parents Nearly missing one of her firsts? I luv the interaction of Bucky + Wanda + Steph (ne age)

“Come on, baby girl. You can do it. Come on.”

Stephanie reaches for him again with one of her tiny little hands, but she’s still gripping onto the couch with the other, meaning she hasn’t gotten very far in the last three minutes since Bucky has been coaxing her to take her first steps. She’s perfectly comfortable toddling around as long as she has something to hold onto, so he knows it’s only a matter of time before she does it on her own for a few seconds. Wanda says they shouldn’t rush her, and he’s not, but he’s excited, you know? She doesn’t seem all that eager to let go of the couch right now, though, and when she realizes that he’s not going to crawl over to her, she makes this upset little sound and pouts. Fuck, she looks so much like her mother when she does that.

“Don’t make my goddaughter cry, Buck,” Steve says with a laugh, still recording them from where he’s sitting on the floor at the other end of the couch.

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The Madness Vase/the Nutritionist

by Andrea Gibson

The nutritionist said I should eat root vegetables,
said if I could get down thirteen turnips each day
I would be grounded, rooted.
Said my head would not keep flying away to where the darkness lives.

The psychic told me my heart carries too much weight,
said for twenty dollars she’d tell me what to do.
I handed her the twenty and she said, “Stop worrying, darling,
you will find a good man soon.”

The first psycho-therapist said I should spend three hours a day
sitting in a dark closet with my eyes closed and my ears plugged.
I tried it once but couldn’t stop thinking
about how gay it was to be sitting in the closet.

The yogi told me to stretch everything but the truth, 
said focus on the out breath,
said everyone finds happiness
if they can care more about what they can give
than what they get.

The pharmacist said Klonopin, Lamictal, Lithium, Xanax.

The doctor said an antipsychotic might help me forget
what the trauma said.

The trauma said, “Don’t write this poem.
Nobody wants to hear you cry about the grief inside your bones.”

But my bones said, “Tyler Clementi dove into the Hudson River
convinced he was entirely alone.”

My bones said, “Write the poem.”
To the lamplight considering the river bed,
to the chandelier of your faith hanging by a thread,
to everyday you cannot get out of bed,
to the bullseye of your wrist,
to anyone who has ever wanted to die:

I have been told sometimes the most healing thing we can do
is remind ourselves over and over and over
other people feel this too.

The tomorrow that has come and gone
and it has not gotten better.

When you are half finished writing that letter
to your mother that says “I swear to God I tried,
but when I thought I’d hit bottom, it started hitting back.”

There is no bruise like the bruise
loneliness kicks into your spine
so let me tell you I know there are days
it looks like the whole world is dancing in the streets
while you break down like the doors of their looted buildings.
You are not alone
in wondering who will be convicted of the crime
of insisting you keep loading your grief
into the chamber of your shame.

You are not weak
just because your heart feels so heavy.
I have never met a heavy heart that wasn’t a phone booth
with a red cape inside.

Some people will never understand
the kind of superpower it takes for some people
to just walk outside some days.
I know my smile can look like the gutter of a falling house
but my hands are always holding tight to the rip cord of believing
a life can be rich like the soil,
can make food of decay,
turn wound into highway.

Pick me up in a truck with that bumper sticker that says, 
“It is no measure of good health
to be well adjusted to a sick society.”

I have never trusted anyone
with the pulled back bow of my spine
the way I trusted ones who come undone at the throat
screaming for their pulses to find the fight to pound.
Four nights before Tyler Clementi
jumped from the George Washington bridge
I was sitting in a hotel room in my own town
calculating exactly what I had to swallow
to keep a bottle of sleeping pills down.

What I know about living
is the pain is never just ours.
Every time I hurt I know the wound is an echo,
so I keep listening for the moment the grief becomes a window,
when I can see what I couldn’t see before
through the glass of my most battered dream
I watched a dandelion lose its mind in the wind
and when it did, it scattered a thousand seeds.

So the next time I tell you how easily I come out of my skin
don’t try to put me back in.
Just say, “Here we are” together at the window
aching for it to all get better
but knowing there is a chance
our hearts may have only just skinned their knees,
knowing there is a chance the worst day might still be coming

let me say right now for the record,
I’m still gonna be here
asking this world to dance,
even if it keeps stepping on my holy feet.

You, you stay here with me, okay?
You stay here with me.

Raising your bite against the bitter dark,
your bright longing,
your brilliant fists of loss.
Friend, if the only thing we have to gain in staying is each other,
my god that is plenty
my god that is enough
my god that is so so much for the light to give
each of us at each other’s backs
whispering over and over and over,
“Live. Live. Live.”

Damn it, Lahey.

Request- Isaac Imagine where you’re best friends and you get in a serious fight before a pack mission and you don’t speak to him.You were both assigned to go together to the hospital to look for files of some monster you think is the new villain that’s targeting the pack.You tell Isaac to look in another part of the hospital and you almost get attacked by a monster but Isaac fights it before it’s too late and you escape with the files.Back at the loft,he apologizes crying and you just hug and more fluff?
Isaac and I rode silently in the car on the way to the hospital. We had just had a huge fight in front of all our friends over something that we had both been holding in for months. We both felt like we were growing apart but we both thought it was the other’s fault and we weren’t willing to drop it or settle. Little did we know that Scott paired us up to go and look at hospital records, trying to narrow down our search pool of who and what could be the new being, terrorizing Beacon Hills. Isaac sighed as we pulled up to the hospital, he looked as though he was about to say something so I got out of the car. I didn’t want to hear what he had to say, at least right now I didn’t.
“You are going to have to talk to me sometime.” Isaac said as we walked into the hospital, nodding to Melissa as we headed for the records and file room. She was our look out, she was the only way, any of us got to see anything that went on in this hospital. I just kept walking trying not to let Isaac get to me again.
“Open the door.” I said causing him to look at me as if I just told him that I was dying. He looked insulted, hurt, let down and most of all, hopeful that I was going to talk to him about what happened. He sighed, opening the door, using his werewolf strength and stepping inside, with me close behind him. We both looked around the room for a second before looking at each other.
“You should go into the next room over. We could cover more ground.” I said causing him to chuckle and shake his head. I sighed and looked at him.
“I just want to get this done Isaac. We can talk later.” I said causing him to nod and head into the second room, leaving me alone in the first. I didn’t know exactly what I was looking for but I did know I was looking for something that wasn’t normal, like extremely not normal. Almost an hour went by with nothing sticking out but a few seconds later I picked up thick file, thicker than any of the ones I have been through. I opened it to see murder after murder, each person in the file dying of the same causes. They were all woman, they all died after giving child birth but the baby, didn’t come naturally, it tore through it’s mother’s womb, killing the mom instantly. The baby was always girl, some of the mother had sons before they had the daughter but once they did, it was the end for them. It was a curse put on the woman of the family, I remember Derek telling us about it, but he never got to finish the story. The files dated back to the twenties, each one following the same blood line and if I was right, the killer we are looking for is about our age now, seeing as the last file was eighteen years ago and what do you know? I know that last name. Before I could yell Isaac’s name I saw a figure standing in the doorway from which Isaac and I came in.
“You know my name now. I can’t let you leave.” The voice said, distorted from pure power that it gained with each kill that it committing. I heard Isaac growl from the other side of the room, him now standing in the doorway that connected his room and mine.
“Watch me.” I said running towards Isaac with the file in hand, Isaac flipping a table into the doorway as soon as I cleared it. He grabbed my hand and we started running, we knew that if we looked back, it would catch us, I mean that’s what the idiot teenagers do in every horror movie. They look back to see if they killer is still there and as soon as they do, the killer catches up to them. So we didn’t look back, we kept running. We ran out every door in the hospital and didn’t stop running until we reached the car. We rushed to get into the car, locking the doors and checking the back seat and windows to make sure that we were alone and that no one or nothing was going to get in.
Again, another silent ride. This time it was both because we had too much to say and we weren’t sure how to say it. We could have died back there, Isaac saved me, yet again and I was sorry about our fight but I knew I was right. He was drifting because of how close he was getting to Allison, now I’m all for my best friend finding love, and I really like Allison but that doesn’t mean I’m just going to get walked all over. When we got to the loft, we saw we were the first ones back and sighed.
“I’m going to call Scott and fill him in.” I said, before looking at Isaac who had tears in his eyes. Damn it, Lahey. He knew I went weak when he cried, he was my best friend for crying out loud. Before I could say anything else he let out a heartbreaking sob, causing me to start to get chocked up too,
“I’m sorry (Y/N). God, I’m so sorry. I know it’s my fault but I don’t know what to do. I’m trying but it’s a lot.” He sobbed out causing my eyes to soften and take a step towards him. As soon as I wiped a tear from my eye, Isaac pulled me into a tight hug, which I returned right away.
“You could have died in there. All I kept thinking was ‘Please don’t die, you can’t die when we are fighting with each other’.” He said just causing me to nod in his arms. I didn’t want to fight anymore, I hated fighting with him.
“You are my best friend and I love you, I never want to fight with you. I’m sorry too, I should have never of yelled and I shouldn’t have let it boil for so long.” I whispered, my head buried in his neck. We just stood there, our crying slowing down, our hearts becoming steady again. We broke the hug because we heard the elevator coming back up the shaft. It’s not like the pack hasn’t seen us hugging before but it was different this time. This time it was deep and the biggest fight we had ever had, I just hope we never fight like that again, because losing my best friend, would literally kill me.


Boy it’s been a while! So I’ve said before that I always fulfill the promises I make to read things, it just takes me a while to get there sometimes. Well here’s another one I can check off the list! This is a return to the Flowerfell AU by @underfart-snas (aka @the-humerus-skeleton, sorry I thought it would be safe to tag those both hehe). But this time we’re visiting Babyhell, a sub-AU written by @kazefiend which takes place in a post-pacifist ending where Frisk and Sans both make it out alive. If you only know Flowerfell through the Overgrowth story, you can think of this as sort of an alternate timeline in the same universe.

I’ve already made a few posts and answered some asks about the recent goings-on in the Flowerfell universe, so I won’t add too much more about that here. All that is under the flowerfell tag. I would just like to say thank you to Kaze again for letting me read this story, thank you to @anorha-nono for letting me use their lovely art as the backdrop, and a special thanks and extra love to Sanei for making this AU and thus all of this possible. You’ve given so much to so many, I think it’s time you received some love in return for that. You deserve so much better. Stay strong <3

In lighter news, I have SO MUCH RECORDED RIGHT NOW GUYS. I have my portion of the next Scientist installment recorded, and nearly all of the next installment of that Handplates story I wrote recorded (my voice gave out last night before I could finish so I’m gonna try again tonight). One of those will be coming out by Saturday. Not sure which, but more will come this week. Thank you as always for being so patient. I’m SO EXCITED about all this upcoming stuff, though!


So Dahanci/exshipper has apparently been stalking my blog, and is now making up lies about me. Saying I support whitewashing, and making fun of people’s triggers or whatever the fuck.

Let me set the record straight right now. I do not, nor will I ever support either of those disgusting things. And if any of you have been following me long enough, you (hopefully) know my character. And in the event any of you do believe what Dahanci is saying, then consider this an open invitation to unfollow me, because I don’t need these kinds of people around.

This mess has really triggered my anxiety, but ya know whatever right? I’m just a disgusting Reylo shipper so it doesn’t matter anyway. I’m so tired of this shit.

Anyway, I just felt that I needed to set this straight, because I don’t know how many people are going to believe them. Don’t send them any hate. Just block, if you feel the need.

Park Chanyeol//Better Run - Part 2

Originally posted by jonginssoo

Prompt: You’re a mercenary who gave up on ethics a long time ago. This mission you’ve been given promises your highest pay yet, but you’re not sure how you can do it, especially given that it involves your ex-partner in crime.
Scenario: AU, angst, miniseries
Word Count: 4,488 

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love is not over | jungkook pt.4

word count: 1.8k

genre: angst

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You sat at the table, tea in your hand as you stared at the weather outside. It was raining harshly and the wind was so strong it could practically pull the trees out of their roots.

“Are you ready mummy?” Sunny asks walking into the kitchen, her raincoat on and her backpack over her arms.

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Request: Anon said: Hi! I absolutely loved your Jack Maynard imagine and I was wondering if you could do another one? If you can could it be something where you maybe meet through Conor, like you film a cover with him and then he introduces you to Jack? Thank you xx

Summary: The reader and Conor Maynard are filming a cover of a song together. While the reader is over, the reader meets Jack Maynard.

Word Count: 743

Pairing: Jack Maynard x Reader

Universe/Fandom: Youtube - Jack Maynard Fandom (? lol)

Warnings: None :)

A/N: I hope you enjoy! I’m sorry for taking forever to complete your request! Much love :) I’m sorry if it doesn’t meet your expectations ):

Originally posted by hidden-in-a-dreams-gifs

(Cheeky gif, doesn’t belong to me though! Credits to owner)

You tapped your foot as you waited for Conor to come and open the door. Today, you two were recording a cover of Don’t Let Me Down by The Chainsmokers. The door swings open and Conor stood there with a huge smile on his face. “Conor!” You exclaim.

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i cannot believe the article about marvel doing the right thing in essentially discarding female representation for ten years and the claim that dc doing Wonder Woman first is only to compete with their domineering stance on the movie front. just no. marvel definitely fucked up and they should be told. all of this only highlights to me the way the media tug on marvels dick for any form of content no matter the quality and dismiss what dc does as just a failure before it’s even been made. the article even had the audacity to say that wonder woman wont mean anything if it isn’t well reviewed??? i mean it’s almost a given when you look at dcs track record, no matter what they do it’s always overshadowed by marvel who ‘did it better’ or even 'the right way’.

let me take a direct quote from the article to highlight exactly what i have been talking about

'Feige wasn’t making female representation in the world’s most popular franchise a priority. But as frustrating as Feige’s comments may have been, it’s much easier now to admire the chess game Marvel has been playing.’

and one concerning dc

'Though they fared fine at the box office, those DC films were lambasted by critics, forcing the studio to soldier on in the shadow of a damaged brand. And if Marvel hadn’t already learned to take it slow and steady with directorial selection after losing first Patty Jenkins on Thor 2 and, more publicly, Edgar Wright on Ant-Man, then Warner can, again, serve as a reminder. Thor 2 and Ant-Man were, at least, lower-stakes projects. Warner Bros. lost director Michelle MacLaren from Wonder Woman and Seth Grahame-Smith from The Flash, two big movies the studio absolutely has to land in order to keep any momentum on The Justice League franchise. Hopes are high, yet easily shaken when it comes to Wonder Woman which is now in the hands of Patty Jenkins. But if that movie fails to land with audiences, Warner Bros. won’t get any extra credit for bringing fans a female-led superhero film first.’

the article also continually goes on about marvel using a 'take it slow’ attitude concerning female representation. i mean is that what you want from one of the worlds most popular brands?

i mean if that doesn’t say exactly what’s going on in the media concerning both companies rn then idk if you can be convinced otherwise.

as a sidenote they also talked shit about fox and sonys attempts at making comic book movies so i mean

Can I say something about this Got7 'scandal'?

Okay lemme start out with an intro.

While in LA Mark’s family threw Got7 a private pool party for friends and fam. Younghae did not attend said party, he was back at the hotel.

While at this (private) party Mark’s friends recorded some things and put them on Snapchat. These things were

A.) BamBam saying nigga
B.) Yugyeom allegedly being drunk
C.) Mark’s (new?) tattoo

Now me as a young black girl surrounded by other black people, I am used to the word being used in all different kinds of contexts.

I have heard on several different accounts that one of Mark’s friends told him the word meant friend or buddy or something along those lines.

Lets stop right here

Mark’s friends are telling BamBam what the word nigga means. This CLEARLY INDICATES that BamBam had no prior knowledge as to what this word means. Don’t you think if BamBam knew what that word meant before hand he wouldn’t have used it?
BamBam isn’t 100% fluent in English and I’m pretty sure he doesn’t really know American history enough to realize where that word derives from, so is it his fault for ignorantly using a word he doesn’t know the full meaning of?

I didn’t think so. Lets move on

Yugyeom and his underage drinking.

The legal age to drink in Korea is 19. The legal age to drink in the U.S is 21. With Yugyeom being 19 years old, it’s very normal for him to drink alcohol and such in Korea. But because he is not used to American customs he probably didn’t know or doesn’t remember that what he was doing was illegal.

What I mean when I say he probably doesn’t remember is that Got7’s managers should have told all of Got7 what they can and cannot do in America. Like, you know when you go somewhere with your mom and your told to behave and act your age when you go somewhere with her so you song embarrass her? Its kind of like that. Got7 should have been guided through what’s right and wrong and what legal and illegal (like drinking under the age of 21). But I won’t blame Yugyeoms drinking on management, because everything comes back to Snapchat. I’m 100% sure that Mark’s friends knew that Got7’s party was a private party and they are old enough to know not to put these foreigners (besides Mark) in jeopardy like they did. They shouldn’t have snapchatted but they can’t take back anything they did so lets just drop it okay?

As for Mark’s tattoo, I haven’t seen the tattoo and I personally don’t give a shit what Mark does to his body. He doesn’t have to ask our permission for every little thing he does. Mark Tuan is 22 years old, he is old enough to make his own decisions so leave him alone.

Another thing about Mark, some of you guys are saying that he should’ve told BamBam that the word he said is a ‘bad’ word and he shouldn’t have said it but whose to say Mark didn’t tell him that? We all know that Mark is a quiet person so if he told BamBam what he said was wrong he wouldn’t have told him in front of others.

You guys are also saying that Mark should drop his friends immediately. But I don’t think you understand what you’re asking him to do. Mark his been friends with these people for a long time, asking him to stop talking to them just like that would be like asking him to drop Got7 and JYPEntertainment. He can’t do that because he has a connection with these people the same way he has a connection with Got7 and JYP. If Mark left Got7 it would take us FOREVER to stop hurting and stop thinking about him and how Got7 would get along without him. We would hurt, we would cry, we wouldn’t know what to do with ourselves, and I imagine that’s how Mark would feel if he listened to us and dropped his friends just like that.

Phew that was a lot. And with that being said Got7 are humans. JB, Mark, Jackson, Jinyoung, Youngjae, BamBam, and Yugyeom are all humans who make mistakes and we have to forgive them because they’re still young and they don’t know much about the World yet. If we threaten to leave them every time they do something wrong or do something imperfect in our eyes, they’ll stop trusting us. They’ll stop talking to us like we’re their friends, like they’ve known us for a long time. They’ll become distant and we don’t want that. So let’s all find a way to move on and get past this peacefully. Lets keep supporting Got7 in all they do, through all of their ups and downs okay? Got7 needs us like we need Got7 so lets give them our support like we never have before!!!!

IGOT7 Fighting!
Got7 Fighting!

A Solution for Jealousy (Intro & Chapter 1)

Last minute Valentine’s Day present! Just like I did last year, I’ve started translating the novel adaption of HoneyWorks’ “Yakimochi no Kotae (A Solution for Jealousy)“ which is about Mochizuki Souta (nickname: Mochita), a third-year at Sakuragaoka High School, who holds long-standing unrequited feelings for her the air-headed pretty girl, Akari, who’s the president of the Art Club. As the Art Club helps the Film Club with making a movie, he musters up the courage to confess, and she actually accepts?!  But when they accidentally witness Natsuki and Haruki’s "confession,” things start to get complicated….?

Masterpost with links to all the translated chapters can be found here.
You can find the masterpost with all the Confession Rehearsal/Sound of Confession Project-related translations here.

Chapter 2→

*If you can, I highly encourage supporting the creators by buying the book for yourself at Amazon!

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Demon Luke Pt. 10

Requested: Yes. Yes. Yes.

Summary: Calum is beginning to unravel the killing spree mystery, you’re caught in a cliche movie type scene, and the night ends with your back roughly rubbing up against an old brick wall with Luke pressed firmly against you.

Word Count: 2,027

[im going to be ending this series soon :((]

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@thirdjcnes [cont. from [x] ]

()- she didn’t mean any of it but somehow her words had somehow turned mixed up. betty felt her heart breaking just now at the way he just managed to accept things and let her go. her hand reaching out to grasp his jacket not wanting to let things go like this. none of what was happening felt right.  that’s not it. it’s not what i’m saying. juggie…just hear me out. please.. she pleaded with him trying to set the record straight.   you never forced me into anything. please don’t go. I love being with you. i just feel maybe you’re the one that doesn’t feel the same way with everything going on. i’m the one that should apologize for making you feel this way.