most of these were taken either really early or really late

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It’s not like we weren’t warned. Rumors had long swirled about the sound of former One Direction heartthrob Harry Styles’ upcoming solo career taking inspiration from ‘70s rock staples Queen and David Bowie, and Styles’ own fashion statements of recent years certainly telegraphed his interest in being considered part of the British rock continuum. But still, it can’t help but be a little shocking to hear Harry’s solo debut “Sign of the Times” for the first time, to hear that thudding piano intro give way to soaring guitar and dramatically sighing vocals. It’s strangely disconcerting in how familiar it all feels.

Throughout the song’s nearly six-minute run time, the memories of British rock history shoot off like fireworks – spanning from late-period Beatles to Bowie to Listen Without Prejudice-era George Michael to Suede to Robbie Williams and even early Coldplay. It doesn’t sound like a tribute to (or rip off of) any of these artists – it just sounds like someone who’s grown up studying at the feet of all these titans and now wants to try his hand at joining their ranks. And to Styles’ considerable credit, he basically succeeds: “Sign of the Times” is as lighter-waving, arm-swaying, random-mate-hugging a power ballad as they come, sounding – as many have pointed out on Twitter on this somewhat apocalyptic-seeming of Fridays – like the appropriate montage soundtrack for the end of the world.

But whatever IRL timeliness the song’s strength-in-weariness lyric delivers, musically, the song’s title comes off as pretty ironic. Fact is, “Sign of the Times” couldn’t sound much less like 2017; a pop era where rock music is viewed as increasingly archaic and even the biggest bands – no shade to LCD Soundsystem – seem to be trading in their guitars for turntables, or at least some enormous synths. To hear Harry’s big return keyed to a song built around Elton John piano and George Harrison guitar slides is pretty jarring: Ten years ago, the song would’ve felt somewhat safe, 20 years ago it would’ve felt downright pandering, 40 years ago it would’ve been Eric Carmen’s “All By Myself.” But right now, it feels practically subversive.

And you know what? The rock part of it isn’t even the most surprising thing. What’s really staggering about “Sign of the Times” is just how goddamn British it is. Look at the paths the other One Direction members have taken since the group went on indefinite hiatus: Louis is making EDM bangers with Steve Aoki, Zayn is trying to catch a ride on Drake’s luxury liner and Niall (Irish, not British) is making Mumford-via-“Hey There Delilah” folk-contemporary. Hell, look at 1D themselves: Their last few albums were heavily rock influenced, but took cues from Fleetwood Mac, Journey and Def Leppard – the latter a U.K. band, but one way more popular with American audiences – rather than anything proudly British.

Styles, meanwhile, practically sounds like he’s draping himself in the Union Jack and yelling “Yanks Go Home.” He’s created the perfect song for British rock fans who wish Glastonbury would go back to more traditional headliners, who wonder why 20 years after Be Here Now essentially ended the Britpop moment, nobody seems interested in picking up Oasis’ mantle. (The Gallagher brothers will probably hate it.) In the U.K. as in the U.S., the entire musical mainstream seems to be going global, and that’s mostly a good thing, which has led to some interesting and boundary-breaking music at pop’s center. But there’s something undeniably refreshing about a huge pop/rock song with this strong a sense of its home country’s musical history and identity – you just don’t hear much of that anymore, coming from anywhere.

It’ll be fascinating to follow what radio does with this song. It doesn’t sound like anything topping the charts on either side of the Atlantic, and it’s just about impossible to imagine American top 40 stations scheduling six minutes of this in between Chainsmokers and Bruno Mars jams. But less than a day into its lifespan, the song already seems to be striking a big enough chord – it rocketed to the top of the iTunes charts within hours of its middle-of-the-night U.S. release – that it might soon prove equally impossible to imagine the biggest stations ignoring it entirely. If this really is the film soundtrack to the end days, then cue the Don LaFontaine trailer voice: IN A WORLD where pop was ruled by trop-house and Ed Sheeran, ONE MAN dared to try to bring British rock back to the mainstream. Let’s sit back and see how this unfolds. - Billboard

And Then You

Word Count: 2,461

Warnings: idk, a little angst

A/N: Listen I know it’s a little rushed and I love him, but Tony is hard, okay? Not my gif.


Some people had just one word, others had entire paragraphs. And then, very rarely, some people had nothing at all.

Tony Stark was just one of those people who was born with nothing scrawled across his wrist.

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actual useful study tips

i’m going to keep this short-ish and shitty and un-proofread because i only have like 6 followers but it’s finals week and i keep seeing these awful study tips everywhere that are like “drink water” and “don’t get distracted on the internet” and other unrealistic stuff like that, so here is a REALISTIC students guide to pulling ur semester together, written by a truly apathetic student still clinging onto the deans list (me). enjoy and share as u wish

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1. make study plans with a distant acquaintance who you think is cooler than you. do you want their first impression of you to be 20 minutes late, saying “oops i just realized i haven’t taken notes all semester?” no u want to impress them! knowing a complete strangers opinion of you is on the line, you can use this to find the strength to make a great looking study guide, or actually add to the google doc instead of just reading what everyone else wrote. bonus points if you make plans to meet at 10am. 

2. fuck the “stay focused” app. if you are anything like me you know it takes about 15 minutes max to download a new browser and you’re back to doing the same exact thing you were before, but on firefox instead of google chrome. plus, we all have cell phones, so blocking tumblr on my computer just means i have to look at smaller pictures. WHAT U HAVE TO DO is find a person you trust, preferably your parents or someone in another state/country who you can’t hound in-person and who WILL. NOT. CRACK. u give them your login information for your social media apps (i do this every finals week with Facebook and tumblr for at least a day or 2 or before my hardest exam) and you have them change your password. it’s life changing. 

3. look at gifs of hermione granger and rory gilmore. literally role play as them, dress like them if you have to. they just have it so together!! how!! 

4. before you leave your dorm ASK YOURSELF “do i reaaaallyyy need my computer?” and if you don’t need it to study, don’t bring it with you. don’t bring your phone either unless you need music. i am an international relations/art history major and the answer for me personally is “no” 99.9% of the time because all my exams are based off readings/in class notes. the next step is to go to the library, or wherever you study, and bring nothing but good old fashioned papers with you.

4b. if you have readings to do print them out. i kill about 8 trees per semester by printing off hundreds of pieces of paper and while environmentally i feel sort of guilty about it, it’s the actual only way i can read anything without my eyes glazing over, or ending up on style.com looking at Diors F/W 2002 collection. plus you can ~highlight~ and annotate better.

5. white noise is your best friend. rainymood.com and white noise generator are 1000x better than the most mellow spotify playlist, imo, or at least work really well in the background. (personally i don’t like studying to music with vocals because the words distract me but if white noise isn’t enough u can do sigur ros or instrumental music) however, when it’s the early morning hours and you feel like you’re about to crash show tunes can and will keep you going. i recommend “you can’t stop the beat” from hairspray and anything from mamma mia.  

6. if possible, make friends with someone who has a car. burger king can make or break you at 2am. 

7. TREAT YASELF. i never eat healthy during finals week and i don’t trust people who do. but if you actually get up early to study you deserve the largest dunking donuts or most expensive latte. and if you are up at 3am, yes you not only can but should get 3 different chip bags from the vending machine. (i swear crunching helps me stay awake anyways)

8. nothing is a better break than a walk outside. this is not an opinion this is a fact. even if you just go stand outside and take 10 deep breaths. or lay in grass for 2 minutes. and if it’s a nice sunset go let yourself watch it. 

9. do not “dress for success,” wear the most comfortable clothes that you own (but not pajama pants or ur fucked. ANYWHERE is a bed when u r wearing pajama pants, in personal experience). also, something to get your hair away from your face/eyes (like a bandana or something stretchy though not a hard headband) is a GAME CHANGER

10. you would be surprised how not-rude people are if you mass-email your class with questions or in need of assistance. whether you need to borrow the book or missed a day (or 5) of notes, throwing an email into the wind usually won’t fail you!! *bonus tip: offer to bake cookies or buy food for who ever helps you. it will make u seem cute/friendly/thankful/desperate and they will NEVER actually ask u to follow through. i once got like 5 days of missed notes AND a girl lent me her flash cards by doing this.*

11. do your bibliography as you research!! there is officially no worse feeling than finally finishing a paper at 3:47am and then realizing you have to add in your citations and make your works cited. save yourself.

12. don’t go out less, but go home earlier. instead of skipping a party or movie night or general get together with friends completely, go from 11pm-1am. it gives you the literal entire day to still study, if you get back at 1am you can drink a gallon of water and watch a 22 minute episode of something, be asleep at 1:30am and still wake up at like 9:30 the next day to keep working. those are the best hours of any party anyways and you don’t have to miss out on the memories just for some shitty number grade. 

13. if you decide to take a napping break, do it on a couch or futon with all the lights on, not in your bed. you get ur horizontal time in but it’s much more difficult to actually sleep for an entire night in this position, so you don’t have to worry about accidentally not waking up.

14. if you get really stressed look up facts about how big the universe is and how small and short lived and tiny humans are in comparison. or a ted talk about how grades can’t measure intelligence, or about how all humans are meant to be artists. OR watch an episode of BBC planet earth. this always comforts me for some reason.

i am struggling to come up with more, so there’s my realistic study guide for all my fellow students out there. enjoy finals, and remember!! 2 years after graduation employers consider it “juvenile” to include your GPA on your resume :) 

So if my historical sources are telling me the truth…

…and I’m synthesizing the history properly…

…then, in fact, the entire edifice of Western civilization – all the cultural, social, and philosophical structures that define the world in which we live today – can be traced back to a stupid loophole in Roman inheritance law.

NOTE: Everything here is taken either from Francis Fukuyama’s The Origins of Political Order or from a Livejournal post by the Infamous Brad that I am currently unable to find.  I get credit for absolutely nothing, except noticing the connection between Section II and Section III. 

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Your Move

Requested: Could I request a Kyungsoo scenario where he gets jealous that you’re so close with the members with fluff please? :)  ~ HELL YEAH. 

Pairing: Kyungsoo x Reader 

Rating: PG-13 with a lot of suggestive stuff *coughs* 

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“You have to stretch,” Chanyeol says in your ear. “C’mon, just a little farther.”

“It’s all about flexibility,” Yixing adds from your other side. “You have to be flexible to make something beautiful with us, Y/N.”

“Guys,” you groan, struggling to do as they say. Finally, it’s too much and you slam your palms against the piano keys in defeat, wincing at the jarring sound. “It’s impossible. I just can’t reach all the keys at once – my hands are too small. I don’t know how people do this.”

You’re sitting on the bench of the grand piano in the EXO dorm room with Yixing and Chanyeol on either side of you, and the three of you are trying to write a song together for Junmyeon’s birthday. Only, two years of piano lessons in grade school really isn’t a huge help to you right now, especially since you’re not much bigger than you were as a kid. All that’s changed is your face has gotten more angular and your body has filled out, to your relief. But you still have child hands. And it sucks.

Baekhyun and Sehun are there too, sprawled on the couch and blowing up balloons in the middle of goofing around. Kyungsoo is sitting on the loveseat and flipping through a Martha Stewart magazine (you’d bought it for him as a joke but he’d accepted the gift seriously), trying to find the perfect birthday cake recipe. Early afternoon sunlight is pouring through the glass doors of the living room, the television is on and serving as peaceful background noise, and you’re surrounded by your closest friends. You’re distracted briefly from your frustration by this happy realization, and you smile to yourself. How lucky you are to have been blessed with them in your life.

“Your hands aren’t that small,” Chanyeol nudges your shoulder, pulling you from your thoughts.

You scowl. “Oh yeah? Hold up yours.” Biting his lip, he does and you place your palm against his. The tips of your fingers just barely reach his knuckles. “You were saying, Yeol?” The three of you laugh, and Chanyeol laces his fingers with yours, placing your twined hands against his chest.

“Maybe I’ll just teach you the drums,” he chuckles and you sigh wryly. That’s when you feel something – the intangible sensation of someone watching you – and you look over to find Kyungsoo’s eyes on you. Specifically, on your hand in Chanyeol’s. For some reason, you feel the need to pull your hand back, but Kyungsoo quickly looks away before you can move.

“Why don’t I take a break?” you turn back to Yixing and Chanyeol. “You guys keep working. You’ll probably make actual progress without my non-musical ass in the way.”

“What ass?” Sehun calls from the other side of the room. “The only one with an ass here is me, proud founder of the Sebooty, established 1994.”

“Yeah, well at least I don’t store all my talent in my butt,” you retort cheerfully.

“And where do you store yours?”

You gesture to your chest. “In my boobs, like any other respectable woman.” Sehun sputters while the rest of the boys crack up – except Kyungsoo, you notice. He’s been acting strange lately. You’ve always had a rather crude sense of humor, which is why the boys feel so comfortable around you, and Kyungsoo used to laugh right along with everyone else. But now even the most unassuming things will put him off, and he’ll draw away from you as if you’ve done something wrong. It makes you sad, but you’re not sure how to bring up the subject to him, or if you even should. After all, it could have nothing to do with you, and you were never one to jump to conclusions anyway.

Deciding that you’ll show him some extra attention to help draw him out of his shell, you head over to the loveseat and plop down beside Kyungsoo, setting you head on his shoulder. He seems to thaw a bit at this and playfully knocks his head against yours.

“How’s the cake quest going?” you ask as you scan the glossy magazine pages on his lap. “Please tell me we’re not doing red velvet. Not tonight, anyway,” you wiggle your brows at Baekhyun and he cackles. But you really don’t have a clue what kind of cake Myeon would want.

Of all the EXO boys, Junmyeon is the member you’re the most respectful towards, only because you’ve never had the chance to really spend time with him and become familiar with him. As the leader, he has the most responsibilities and therefore the least free time. “What flavor does Myeon oppa like? I’m guessing he’d go for something classy like pineapple-upside-down or marble.”

Kyungsoo’s shoulder feels stiff beneath your cheek. “What makes you say that?”

You shrug. “He’s a classy guy. He’s like Suave shampoo personified, so I figure his tastes are the same too. I know, I’ll ask Minseok.” You slide your phone out of your jeans pocket, about to text Minseok who’s out with the rest of the Distract-Junmyeon-From-the-Surprise-Party-Team, when you see that you have unread messages from Jongdae. Grinning, you open up the chat.

There’s a picture of Junmyeon standing in front of the mirror in a dressing room hallway, checking himself out. He’s dressed almost formally in well-fitting slacks, a maroon button-down shirt, and a gray tie. You notice that he looks…nervous.

Fearless leader thinks we’re helping him get ready for a blind date, Jongdae wrote under that. Then there’s another picture. You enlarge it to see a photo of a pretty girl, taken from behind, and you’re marveling at the way the dress she’s wearing accents her toned legs and surprisingly broad shoulders – and then your eyes fall on the next picture, and you clap your hand over your mouth, guffawing.

Maybe he should go through the whole date blind, Jongdae captioned it. You agree, because the last picture shows the girl’s face – except it’s not a girl, it’s Jongin. Wearing a dress and a wig and heels, smiling seductively at the camera.

Damn, she fine, you type back and hit send, wiping tears from your eyes.

“What’s so funny?” Kyungsoo asks with a small smile. He’s watching you almost as if he’s memorizing the way you laugh.

“Jongdae,” you shake your head. Leave it to him, Minseok, and Jongin to pull such a trollish stunt. Poor Junmyeon. But it would be all the more sweet to then come back to a surprise party.

“Ah,” Kyungsoo says quietly. “Jongdae.” You feel his body beside you expand and contract with a silent sigh, and then he gets up, murmuring, “I’m gonna go make that cake now.” And he walks away, disappearing into the kitchen. You watch him go, then look down at the loveseat where the magazine with the recipes still rests. Aish. What is with this boy? You run a hand through your hair, grab the magazine, and head after him into the kitchen.

He’s gathering ingredients when you arrive, vanilla extract, eggs, sugar, flour. Without a word, you join him, retrieving the baking ware from the drawers. You set it all on the counter neatly beside the magazine and when he joins you at the counter, still not looking at you, you slide your arms around him and pull him into a hug. After a moment, his arms come around you too and he buries his face in the crook of your neck. Something’s definitely off with him, you’re sure of it now, and his unnamed pain makes your heart clench.

“I’m sorry,” you exhale.

“For what?” He sounds genuinely confused – and muffled.

“For whatever it is that I’m doing to make you sad. You’re so important to me, Kyungsoo-yah, and I would never intentionally hurt you. You know that, right?”

At this, Kyungsoo pulls away to examine your face. “Is that what you think?” You’re taken aback at the surprise in his voice, how visibly upset he is. “That you’re hurting me? Y/N, you could never hurt me. Seeing you only brings me happiness – you only make my day better. Aish.” He tugs you against him again and tucks you under his chin, and you embrace him back with relief.

“But then what is upsetting you?”

It’s a long moment before he replies and when he does, all he says is, “Me.”  

Before you can respond to this, Baekhyun suddenly waltzes into the kitchen with his phone in his hands. “Minseok just texted saying we only have a couple more hours to prepare, so to ‘hurry the fuck up’.” He glances up from his phone and sees you and Kyungsoo still embracing, and he smiles slyly. “Are we working hard or hardly working here, slackers?”

“Says the guy who blew a grand total of two balloons,” you roll your eyes, untangling yourself from Kyungsoo.

“Point taken. Maybe you can give me some tips on the art of…blowing.”

To your right, Kyungsoo snatches the magazine from the counter and flips through the pages at a speed too quick to actually read anything. “Maybe you can get off your lazy ass and actually help us,” he snaps.  

“Sure,” Baekhyun says brightly. He comes over to stand at attention by your side, but Kyungsoo drags him away and points to the ingredients. “Start measuring those out.”

“Yes, sir.”

“You picked what kind of cake we’re making?” you ask Kyungsoo.

He looks up at you with the softest eyes, and you feel a strange flutter in your chest. “Marble,” he nods. “Like you said, it’s what Junmyeon would want. And I hope we all get what we want someday.”  


Between the three of you, the cake gets done pretty quickly. Somewhere in the middle of it all, Baekhyun puts music on, and now you’re all singing along loudly to an old Girls Generation song as you work. Baekhyun is pouring the batter into a pan, shaking his hips in time to the rhythm, while Kyungsoo expertly pares an orange across a zester to collect tangy garnish. You’re in the zone yourself as you whip the life out of the milk, butter, sugar, and vanilla to make frosting, and you belt out the chorus of the song with the boys, a horrible harmony to their lovely melodies. Whatever, you don’t care. You’re having fun.

Baekhyun carefully moves the now-full pan into the oven and yells, “Touchdown!” as he closes it. You and Kyungsoo whoop and high-five him, and you set down the frosting, satisfied with it.

“Guys, taste this and tell me if it’s good,” you say. You dip your finger in and hold out a dollop to Kyungsoo, who scrapes it off with a spoon and gives it try.

“Ah, that’s perfect,” he grins and returns to his zesting.

“I wanna try,” Baekhyun chimes in and you wave him over, holding out another dollop to him. Unlike Kyungsoo, however, he doesn’t have a spoon so he just catches your finger in his hand and puts it in his mouth, maintaining eye contact all the while. You wrinkle your nose and pull away, laughing, and Baekyun licks his lips approvingly – and then you hear a sharp gasp.

You look over just as Kyungsoo tears his gaze from you and Baekhyun to his hand – that’s now bleeding. He drops the grater with a curse.

“Oh, Soo, are you okay?” You hurry over to him, but he just shuffles over to the sink to rinse his wound.

“Should I get the medical kit?” Baekhyun asks, all joking gone. “Do you need stitches?”

“I’m fine,” he says gruffly. “Just…finish the cake. You two don’t really need me at this point anyway.” And with that, he shuts the tap off and stalks out of the kitchen, and you’re left staring after him yet again.

You sink against the counter and pinch the bridge of your nose. “Why does he get like this?” you mutter. “One minute, we’re best friends, and the next, he won’t even look at me.”

Baekhyun turns the music off on his phone and rolls his eyes. “C’mon, Y/N. He’s just tired of your games, that’s all.”

You straighten immediately and stare at him. “What are you talking about? I’m not playing any games.”

“Yeah, you are. You’re playing hard-to-get, and honestly, even I was getting tired of watching it. Why do you think I was flirting so obviously with you? I was trying to get your boy to finally make a move because I didn’t think you were ever going to.”

“You—he—wait, what?” This is too much to process at once, and you stare at the bloody zester in wonder. Kyungsoo…likes you? And that’s why he’s so upset? Because he thinks you’re toying with him?

“But wait,” you shake your head. “He told me earlier that he wasn’t upset with me, he’s upset with himself. That doesn’t fit with your story.”

Baekhyun considers this, rubbing his chin thoughtfully. “Why would he be mad at himself?” he muses. “Maybe he thinks he’s not trying hard enough to win you over. And what would give him that idea?” Baekhyun’s eyes slide to yours and widen. “Does he even know that you like him?”

You’re at a loss for words.

Baekhyun’s gaze is piercing on you, and then he lets out a little incredulous laugh. “Do you like him, Y/N?”

The pieces are slowly coming together in your head and in harmony with your heart, and you place your hand over your chest, feeling the racing pulse. What an idiot, you are. I hope we all get what we want someday. Someday is today, you realize. “Yes,” you murmur. And then again, louder, “Yes.”

“Well, then go end the game! Tell him that he won!” You snap to your senses and nod, racing out of the kitchen, past the living room when you see he’s not there, and up the stairs to his room. But now that you’re here, on the literal and metaphorical threshold of something so amazing, you’re not sure how to proceed. You can’t just barge in and say, Hey, I just realized I love you, let’s get married and have babies. And he’s hurting too, in many different ways, and he probably thinks you have a thing for Baekhyun – which is horrifying, and you’ve never done something like this before and—

“Y/N?” You whirl around to find Kyungsoo behind you. So he wasn’t even in his room. Of course.

“Hi Kyungsoo-yah,” you manage. You’re nervous – god, why are you so nervous? Your hands are clammy and your stomach is in knots and why haven’t you noticed before how lovely his eyes are and how soft his lips look and how beautiful his smile is—

He’s smiling. Why is he smiling? You’re about to ask him, when he catches your face gently between his hands and places the most tender kiss on your mouth. You gasp a little against his lips before melting into him. He’s so reverent with you, in the way he holds you against him and kisses you that it takes you a moment to open your eyes when he pulls back.

“You…heard what I said in the kitchen?” you guess.

Kyungsoo quirks a brow in amusement. “No. Chanyeol told me that I hit the lotto, and I just never went to collect my prize.”

You groan. “Were they all in on this? This scheme to get us together?”

“Apparently.”

“Well, in that case,” you grin and tug him closer by the collar of his shirt. “You can call me monster.”

It’s Late / 11:37 pm

Pairing: Tom x Reader

Featuring: Tom Holland, Harrison Osterifeld, and special guest Tessa Holland

Warning: fluff

Prompt: it’s early and you just came in from your flight, you had to take a cab because Tom wasn’t there. You get to his house and find out why.

Your plane landed almost an hour ago and Tom still hadn’t answered your texts or calls. You started to become antsy but after half an hour, you became worried. What if something happened to him? What if he got in a car crash? Kidnapped? Your thoughts were uneasy as you managed to pull yourself a cab. The drive to Tom’s house felt incredibly long as all you could think of was horrible things that could have happened to your boyfriend. He was usually so eager to pick you up from the airport, that he’d be there an hour earlier than when your plane actually landed.

You kept checking your phone as you awaited something from Tom. A simple text just to reassure you that he was in fact okay and just missed your landing time, or his phone died and he spontaneously lost his car keys and nobody was around to drive him. Or all the cabs in the city diverted from his street and he lost all sense of direction on how to get to the airport.

See. He was just simply miss informed. You hoped. 

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No emotion. Just sex.

You rolled off Jack, collapsing on the bed beside him as you tried catching your breath. Your head still spinning from the mind blowing orgasm you just had.

“wow.” Jack breathed out, his chest heaving up and down, “that was incredible”

“I.Know” you breathed out, a dopey smile on your face.

You and Jack were close, and there’s always been something between the two of you ever since you met a few months back. Some sort of tension, but neither of you acted on it ever, especially with Jack and Jack being so popular, and your acting, you were both so busy, and constantly in someones spotlight, neither of you really wanted to bring some complicated relationship into the mix, since the two of you weren’t sure what was there. The two of you didn’t want to ruin your new friendship either, but one night at a party that logic went out the window when the two of you, both having a few drinks, snuck off upstairs and fooled around. Now here you are, 4 months later.

You sighed, getting out of the bed and searching for your clothes.

“what are you doing?” Jack whined from the bed, giving you puppy eyes as he watched you pull on your panties and bra and wiggle into your shorts, searching for your shirt now.

“I told you today had to be quick. I’ve got that music video today” 

“oh…right” he spoke, getting out of bed and pulling on a pair of basketball shorts.

The two of you talked while you walked through the house, grabbing a piece of toast in the kitchen and heading out, Jack walking you to your car.

“alright beautiful, kill it today at the music video.” he smiled, resting his hands on the top of the car, your door open, and leaning down.

“I’ll try” you smiled. “I’m not sure what I’m doing, but it can’t be that hard, I doubt I’ll have any lines.” you laughed.

“I’m sure you’re gonna do great.” he smiled, leaning in and kissing you before closing the door and watching you drive off.

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When you arrived on the set you walked around. You hadn’t really heard much about this, all you know is that the artist requested you be considered for the part, according to your manager, who was more than thrilled, saying it would be a good ‘experience’ when being considered for other parts in movies and shows.

Your manager, Tyler, met you at the door as soon as you walked in.

“hey (y/n). Good to see you” he spoke, hugging you. Tyler was cool as shit, and definitely watched out for you, like a protective older brother, so you trusted him when it came to this part.

“yeah, I’m pretty excited for this actually” you smiled at him as you two started to walk through the place.

“I think you’ll love this actually” he smiled.

“yeah, I hope so. I just really wanna meet the artist. I mean, to be like personally requested.” you gushed.

“oh yeah, well he thought you’d fit the part perfectly for what he had in mind. He’s actually changing I believe, but let’s go talk to the director, he’ll give you the basic idea.”

After meeting the director, and getting the main idea, you were actually pretty excited. This would be the first, more intimate like scene you’ve done, but you thought it’d be good for you.

So Tyler showed you to your room and showed you your outfit, which you were pretty excited to slip on.

Walking out after changing, and hair and makeup had their turn with you, a robe around you, you were more excited than before. You walked towards Tyler, who’s face lit up when he saw you.

You approached him, and the director, and another guy, who’s back was turned towards you. The director saw you and smiled, nodding at the robe, and you undid the little tie, and slipped it off, the director and Tyler’s eyes both going wide, which wasn’t as creepy as it sounds, it’s not like they were 50, they were both late 20′s early 30′s, and I mean, you were 20, so it wasn’t that weird. 

You held the robe in you arms and watched as the director nudged the other guy, who lifted his head up to look at him, but when he nodded his head in your direction the other guy turned around, as if in slow motion.

Your eyes widened at you made eye contact. He was hot. So fucking hot. Tall. Scruffy. Man bun. Great style. Killer smile. Low eyes you could just get lost in.

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When Jace nudged Nate, he was curious as to what he wanted. They were in the middle of talking about the video, Nate talking about some of his ideas, and input from Tyler, about things you’d be good at, and then just everyone throwing out ideas. Nate was seeing it really coming together, but looking at Jace expectantly, only to see him nod behind him, Nate turned to see what needed his attention.

You were even more beautiful in person, compared to the pictures on ig, and the few movies he’s seen you in. You were so beautiful. Nate was kinda taken aback. He eyed you up and down as you approached. Long legs, thin waist and god your eyes and timid smile were killing him. You screamed innocence, but your outfit completely contradicted that idea.

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You bit your lip as you approached, eyeing him up and down so obviously, but he didn’t do a good job at keeping his eyes off you either, not that you minded whatsoever.

“(y/n) this is Nate.” Justin spoke.

“hi” you smiled, reaching your hand out. “It’s nice to meet you” you spoke sweetly.

“trust me, the pleasures mine.” Nate flirted.

After your short introduction, Justin and Tyler went off to make sure everything was set, you and Nate following behind, just talking a bit.

“You nervous?” he asked, nudging your arm with his elbow.

“no and yes” you laughed.

“why’s that?”

“well I mean, I feel like I can do this no problem, and I mean, there’s always more than one take we can do, it’s just…I mean, to be requested personally, I feel like the pressures really on” 

“oh yeah, I just thought you’d fit the part really well, I mean, everyone loves a video with a beautiful girl in it.” he smiled.

“stop it.” you blushed, playfully bumping into his side.

“there’s really nothing to worry about. You’re gonna be fine.” he smiled, as the two of you got to the actual set where the cameras and lights and everything was.

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Some scenes that were filmed, Nate wasn’t in, so he stood off on the side, and he was so glad he picked you for this. 

“she’s good.” Tyler smirked beside Nate, who had his eyes glued on you the whole time.

“y-yeah.” he stuttered a bit, biting his lip as he watched you 

god, you were stunning.

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You were told to ‘act seductive and sexy’ and the outfit was half of it, adding to your confidence, so you literally just went with it. It started off, you filmed all the scenes you were doing by yourself, just so you could be a little more comfortable before just throwing you half naked in bed with a guy you just met.

But then came the scenes you had to do with Nate, which I mean, you were a professional, you weren’t gonna get all giddy, even though he was extremely hot and this was a rather sensual video.

You did as you were told, and god, you were actually pretty turned on.

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Nate admired the way you moved, like it came so natural to you, and he couldn’t help but think about what it’d be like to actually have you like this. God, you were turning him on so much.

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When you were done, you watched as Justin put it together, you and Nate standing pretty close, and you were actually surprised how well the whole thing looked.

“damn.” you and Nate said at the same time, looking sideways at one another with smiles on your faces.

“definitely. we should have it up by tomorrow after we edit it a bit more if that’s cool with you skate.” Justin spoke

“yeah, that’s cool.” Nate smiled.

“alright, well that’s a wrap then.”

Justin and Tyler stood and talked, both voicing and working on the editing a bit, more so, Tyler just voicing his opinion.

You and Nate turned and started to walk off, you were going to change back into normal clothes.

“hey (y/n)” Nate spoke, catching your attention.

“yeah?” you asked, your brow furrowed.

“you wanna go grab something to eat?”

“yes!” you exclaimed, overjoyed, but to be fair, all you had eaten was a piece of toast, Jack took a big bite out of as well.

“alright, cool” Nate laughed. “you go ahead and change and I’ll be out here waiting.”

“okay cool” you smiled.

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You had never had so much fun before. You and Nate were really hitting things off, conversation just flowed naturally between the two of you and you guys couldn’t stop laughing. He invited you back to a buddies place for a party, and well, you couldn’t refuse.

You had Nate drop you off at your place, and he of course followed you in while you changed and got ready for the night, unsure of what to wear. Nate sat out in your living room while you changed.

After you finished getting ready you walked down the hall and joined Nate, getting his attention, and the two of you leaving and heading towards the party.

You were a little nervous walking up to the house, but Nate wrapped his arm around your waist as if it was the most natural thing, and you felt more comfortable.

“don’t worry, my friends are cool” Nate spoke.

“I hope so” you let out a little nervous giggle.

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So far everyone was great. Nash was so chill and John and Tez made you laugh. Hayes kept hitting on you, which was flattering, and he was so adorable. You even bumped into Johnson, not knowing he knew Nate.

“so wait, is Jack here?” you asked as you were standing with Johnson, the two of you drinking together.

“yeah, I saw him around here somewhere.”

“hmm, I’m sure I’ll bump into him or something then.”

It was then that Nate came and ‘stole’ you from Johnson, pulling you downstairs.

“what are we doing down here?” you asked as you made it down the last step you saw John sitting on the couch, hunched over the coffee table.

“you’re gonna smoke with us.” Nate spoke, taking your hand and pulling you towards the couch.

When you guys finished like 3 bowls and 2 blunts, you headed back upstairs. You ended up hanging out with Nate for a bit, dragging him out to dance with you.

Jack found Madison as soon as he walked in, walking up to her and engulfing her in a hug. She wrapped her arms around him and the two were pretty much glued to one another all night.

Madison pulled Jack out to dance, and the two of them were getting sensual. Jack’s hands roaming her body as she grinded against him. Jack started kissing on her neck, when he looked up and saw Nate for the first time of the night, dancing with a girl.

You were having so much fun with Nate, and your eyes were glossed over, the alcohol and weed hitting you hard. You turned to look around when you were met with the image of a guy and girl making out, tongues down one another’s throat practically. 

Your mind went to Jack, a smile coming onto your face. It was when the two broke apart that you felt sick, seeing Jack smile down at the girl.

“I-uh, I gotta go to the bathroom” you spoke, shocked to see Jack all over another girl. Sure you were dancing with Nate, but, you just felt it was different. 

“alright, I’ll find you in a bit.” he smiled, his hand resting on your side as you slipped out of his grip slowly.

You did go to the bathroom, but didn’t go back to find Nate right away, you just wanted to go outside and get some fresh air, clear your head.

It was when you were outside that someone bumped into you, causing you to stumble a bit.

“shit my ba-(y/n)?” you heard the all too familiar voice.

“Jack” you spoke.

“what are you doing here?” he asked shocked.

“nothing” you muttered.

You knew you were being short and having an attitude, but you felt like you had the right to be. How could Jack just fuck you this morning, and then be all over this other girl with his tongue down her throat.

“hey, what’s wrong?” he asked, grabbing your arm causing you to look at him.

“nothing.”

“don’t lie to me (y/n)”

“I’m fine really.” you spoke, annoyed honestly.

“something’s up”

“I’m fine Jack really, why don’t you go check on your little girlfriend from inside.”

“what are you t-Madison” he muttered, realizing who you were talking about.

“yeah.”

“It’s not a big deal, she’s just a friend.”

“really? cause I don’t shove my tongue down my ‘just friend’s throat.”

“you’re being ridiculous.”

“I saw you” you laughed dryly.

“Honestly? why are you even mad?” he asked.

“seriously?! Jack, we just fucked this morning, and we have been for the past what now…4 months? did it literally mean nothing?”

“(y/n) come on. there were no emotions. no relationship. it was just sex.” he laughed, and it was then that you noticed his bloodshot eyes. Of course he was drunk, cause his words and actions tonight were completely different than the Jack you knew, but they do say drunk words are sober thoughts. So maybe you and Jack were just sex? You didn’t care; it hurt to hear him say it, and to have such a heartless tone when saying it.

“glad you feel that way, have fun with whatever her name is” you spoke, starting to walk about but turned around to look at him again “and don’t bother calling me again.” and with that you walked off.

You found Swazz and did a few shots with him before asking where Nate was, John smirking and pointing towards upstairs. “I think he headed up to his room”

“wait, he lives here?” you asked “he said it was a friends party” 

“yeah, we live here together” John laughed. “but his room is upstairs, second one on the left.

You smiled and headed upstairs, tripping but laughing it off as you made it to the top and then trying to find Nate’s room, knocking on the closed door.

When the door opened you were startled by a shirtless Nate, gawking at his abs before meeting his gaze, lip caught between your teeth.

“it looks like I-uh-I found you” you giggled.

“yeah” he smiled. He stepped back a bit, opening the door more and you walked in and looked around his room before you turned to meet his gaze.

“so, this is your house.” you spoke, raising your brow as Nate made his way to sit on his bed, sweats hanging low on his hips, sitting up against his headboard.

“yeah” he spoke, eyeing you up and down, practically undressing you, since he had a pretty good idea of what you looked like half naked anyway from the shoot today; as you stood at the end of his bed.

“so this is your party” you spoke, putting your hand on your hip.

“I guess you could say that.” he smirked.

“then why aren’t you down, enjoying your party?” you asked, walking and setting your cup down on his dresser, walking back slowly, Nate’s eyes glued to you.

“trust me, I’m enjoying this right now.” he nodded towards you as you stood at the end of his bed again. You were glad it was dark in his room to hide the small blush coming to your face, but it couldn’t hide your smile.

The music from downstairs, mixed by Dillon, flowed upstairs into Nate’s room, and it was a slower type of song. You unknowingly started to sway to the music, Nate’s eyebrows quirking up.

You bit your lip, noticing the way Nate was eyeing you up and down, and you decided to be a little daring.

You reached down and undid the button on your jeans, and slowly pulled the zipper down, turning and wiggling your butt a bit, looking back at Nate who had his lip between his teeth and his eyes glued to your ass as you slowly started to pull your pants down, bending over giving Nate a great view.

You stood back up, tossing your head back, your hair flying up above you, and then behind, bouncing a bit before resting on your back.

Nate saw that happen as if it was in slow motion. He was so fucking turned on, and you only just took your pants off, but damn, you were so fucking sexy. The arch you had in your back when you bent over, and then slowly stood back up, god. You were so fucking sexy.

You turned back around, swiveling your hips back and forth, still dancing to the music downstairs, and you ran your hands over your body, starting in your hair and slowly making their way down you shoulders, over your boobs, down to the hem of your shirt.

You smiled at Nate as you slowly pulled the shirt up, exposing more and more of your flawless skin to Nate, who’s eyes were raking up and down your whole entire body, hunger in his eyes.

So you were left in just your bra and panties, and you slowly started to climb up the bed towards him, stopping when you were on your hands and knees, practically straddling him, your face centimeters away from his.

“y’know” he whispered. “I can’t get a show like this down at the party” he finished, his lips dangerously close to yours now.

“oh really?” you spoke in a low tone, your lips eager for his.

Nate slowly nodded his head before reaching up under your chin and meeting your lips. You melted into the kiss, sitting on Nate’s lap, his hands going to your ass and yours around his neck.

In no time his tongue was in your mouth and you had started grinding on him, needing some sort of friction.

Nate reached up and undid your bra, you just as eagerly as him reached to take it off over your shoulders and toss it somewhere in the room. It was then that Nate turned you over so he was on top, his lips leaving yours and moving down your jaw to your ear, leaving a trail of kisses.

“I haven’t stopped thinking about you all day” he whispered hotly in your ear before attaching his lips to your neck, slowly making his way down your collarbone and then to the valley of your breasts, one hand coming up to massage one, tweaking the nipple while his mouth went to the other.

You arched your back a bit more as Nate switched his mouth to the other, a shaky breath coming from your mouth and Nate’s name slipping through your lips in a hushed tone.

Nate smirked up at you while he continued his way down your body, kissing and sucking on your hipbone, right above your pantyline. He hooked his finger in the top band and slowly started to pull them down, you kicking them off as they got to your ankles.

Nate dipped his head down toward your heat, licking a bold strip from your entrance to your clit before he started to suck and kitten lick your clit. Your hands went to his hair, bunching it up between your hands, pulling it out of pleasure. His scruffy face adding a weird pleasurable feeling to the whole entire mix.

Your back was arched as Nate slipped two fingers into you while continuing to lick your clit. His fingers moving inside you and his mouth on your clit were driving you wild, and you were close. You had started to grind against his mouth and fingers, needing more to get your release. Nate picked up the pace of his fingers, and his mouth showed your clit no mercy, pushing you closer and closer to letting go.

Nate’s name and breathless moans came out of your mouth, mixed with small profanities. Before you knew it you reached your climax. Your back was arched off the mattress and your legs were shaking.

Nate let you recover from your orgasm, and when you could finally see straight, you pulled him up to you and smashed your lips to his. You didn’t care that the taste of yourself was still on his lips. You just wanted him…now.

You reached down between the two of you and started to tug at his sweats, causing Nate to smile into the kiss, and while balancing himself with one hand, he reached down and helped you pull off his sweats.

Nate laid back down on top of you, his tip at your entrance. He lined himself up and you felt him push his tip in, sliding his hands up and locking them with yours before her pushed all the way in, your eyes going wide at the feeling of him filling you up, you moaning quietly in his ear.

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Nate waited for you to adjust to his size a bit before he started to move, thrusting slowly at first, his lips on yours.

It didn’t take much for him to pick up his pace, thrusting faster and harder, the bed shaking with his movements.

His head by your ear, you heard him grunting with each thrust, and you were letting out shaky breaths and quiet moans.

No one has ever made you feel how Nate was. Your nails raked down his back as he hit your g-spot, back arching off the mattress, the two of you skin to skin.

Your head was spinning and all that was falling from your lips was Nate’s name and shaky breaths. Nate placed his lips back onto yours, never feeling as good as he did before. Your body just seemed to fit with his perfectly.

His thrusts started to get a little sloppy, and you had started clenching around him, trying to hold on a bit longer.

It was as if all at once though, the two of you both reached your climax, both of you letting go at about the same time. You moaned out Nate’s name, and he bit down on your shoulder, letting out a low groan against you.

Nate rolled off you, crashing down on the bed with a huff, his breathing uneven. He had never came that hard before, and it’d been a while since he’s had such great sex before as well. Sure, he would have loved to hit it from behind, but something about you, he wanted something more filled with passion, not just some quick rough fuck.

Nate turned on his side, and wrapped his arms around you, pulling you into his chest, kissing the top of your head as you snuggled into his chest a bit more.

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You woke up the next morning to your phone going off. You were getting an incoming call, and you tried to ignore it, but this was the third time whoever it was tried, and you had a feeling they weren’t gonna stop until you answered.

Groaning, you rolled over and saw who was calling, and you answered sleepily.

“what?” you muttered into the phone.

“well good morning to you too” you heard Jack chuckle as you got out of bed and searched the room for you clothes.

“sorry, I’m just confused as to why…why you’re calling” you spoke..

“cause I was just wondering if you wanted to hang out” he spoke lowly, a smirk evident in his voice.

“seriously?” you scoffed.

“yeah? why wouldn’t I be serious?”

“last night you told me there wasn’t anything between us, no emotions or relationship between us, so sorry if I don’t wanna come ‘hang’”

“please, I was drunk I don’t even rem-” he started but you heard a tiny voice in the back “Jack, come back to bed”

you scoffed.

“(y/n) please.”

“no, don’t call me again. I just can’t deal with you right now, and clearly you need to figure some things out” and with that you hung up before he could say another word.

You let out a sigh of relief and settled back into bed a bit. 

Nate’s arm flew around you and he pulled you back into his chest more, you snuggling into him more.

“who was that?” he muttered.

“no one important.” you whispered a bit.

“alright.” he let out a little raspy chuckle. “let’s go back to bed for a bit, and then how about we go get something to eat afterwards.”

“perfect” you muttered, closing your eyes again, but feeling Nate’s lips push against your forehead.

Reid’s Tirade

A/N: Anon request where the reader is working on a case which involves a really sexist cop, who happens to be working with the Bureau (not an unsub). He makes some very sexist comments toward the reader, and Reid steps in and stands up for her. @coveofmemories

Warnings: Sexist bullshit?

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Dammit, this case needed to be over already. You were going to have to take about a million showers to wash the metaphorical grime off your body. “I need out of here,” you said to JJ and Emily as Hotch and Morgan dealt with the lead officers. Apparently, you still worked in the dark ages when women were supposed to do nothing but walk around in big fluffy dresses, impossibly high heels and corsets that didn’t allow you to breathe, instead of modern-day America where women and men were suppose to work together equally. That would be the day. The officers couldn’t seem to control their mouths around yourself, Emily and JJ, so Hotch decided to run interference. 

“You too?” Emily said. “I feel like I need 18 showers.” She hugged her arms around her body and JJ wiped the grime off her shoulder.

“Do we still work in the 50s?” she asked. “And I feel like even 20 won’t wipe the grime off me.”

“Yea apparently,” you said. “I’m gonna go outside for a few minutes. I need some air. If you need me, send someone out to get me.”

As you walked outside, you felt like you could finally breathe. During the course of this case, the team had come across quite a few women that needed to be interviewed. Mothers and wives of victims. A couple of possible suspects. Some eyewitnesses. And these men had absolutely no finesse. They had no idea how to talk to or interrogate men, no less women, who more than likely wouldn’t respond the same way as men would. Plus, there were a few older ones that seemed to think that women didn’t belong in the work force - no less the police force. Ah, Middle America. Lovely. You couldn’t wait to get back home to DC. 

Taking a deep breath, you leaned your head back into the wall, grounding yourself and your roller-coaster of emotions. Blocking out the world tended to do that for you. Instead, you focused on your breathing, the up and down movements of your chest, the feel of the concrete at the back of your head, the sweet smell of fresh air…which was now contaminated by cigarette smoke. Goddammit. 

One of the officers, late-40s to mid-50s, had walked outside for a cigarette. The smoke wafted closer to you and you coughed, remembering your years as a child, when your grandparents would smoke pack after pack with you in the house. You’d praised the gods when they finally quit. “Sorry, little lady,” the officer said as he leaned against the wall next to you. Though he said sorry, his next puff of smoke was let out in your direction yet again. You were about to show him what a ‘little lady’ you were.

You figured being outside with one of them, or even a few of them, was better than being inside with all of them, so when another couple of officers came back from their lunch break early to smoke against the wall of the station, you stayed there, browsing your phone. But it was really hard to breathe with three cigarettes going simultaneously, so you moved a couple steps to the side the hopefully evade their next puffs. “Why don’t you go inside if the smoke is bothering you?” one of the younger ones said.

“Because we’ve been stuck inside all day and I needed some fresh air,” you replied not looking up from your phone and trying your best not to smack the arrogance out of them. It was truly difficult. Under your breath, you heard the younger one say to the older one that first came out, “This is why women don’t belong on the force, too delicate.”

Okay, now. What?

“Excuse me,” you asked disbelievingly. “What did you just say?”

He tried to backpedal, but you were so far beyond that. Four days of working with these motherfuckers and you were about to blow. “I meant nothing by it, sweetheart.” 

“First of all, I ain’t your sweetheart,” you said, realizing you were about to go off. You took note of their faces so when you went inside you could tell Hotch you wouldn’t be interacting with them anymore. “Second of all, I was out here first and if you can see that the smoke is bothering me, why the fuck do you keep blowing it in my direction? There’s a perfectly good direction, that way, that you could aim your smoke, but you continue doing it toward me.”

“Now I see why they hired you,” the third one chimed in with a laugh. This was going to be good. 

“Why is that?” I dare you. I dare you to speak. You were about to burst. You needed out of this hellhole.

“That face,” the older one said, apparently knowing what the third officer was thinking. “You’re very cute when you’re mad, still wouldn’t have made it here though, gotta have big tits to work for us, don’t you boys?”

It took you a minute to speak because you were so stunned, but by the time you were about to lose your mind, you heard someone speak from behind you. It sounded foreign to you. “Excuse me?” Spencer asked, having come outside to tell you they were about to go over the profile to hone it again. “What did you just say to her?”

“Nothing, man. Nothing,” the first officer said. “You don’t wanna get in our faces either? I really don’t understand what the Bureau is doing hiring women and boys with no muscle.” You were about to just grab Spencer’s arm, tell him to just go inside and forget about it, that they weren’t worth it, but he went off, and it was one of the most glorious things you’d ever seen. 

“Well, to start, Y/N here was hired because she as an IQ of 183, has two Ph.D.’s, one in microbiology and the other in criminology and psychology, and in addition, she’s also a double black belt in Aikido, Karate, Taekwondo, and Jujutsu. As for me, I’m also certifiably a genius with an IQ of 187, and eidetic memory and the ability to read 20,000 words a minute, while you, let’s start with you, I’ve been doing a little research, I hope you don’t mind. You,” Spencer said, pointing to the oldest one, and the one that had come out near you first, “You have two failed marriages under your belt and from what I’ve heard you had to bribe your chief to pass you for your last marksmanship test, because you failed miserably. Even I, the ‘boy with no muscle,’ passed my marksmanship test. And you,” he kept going, calling out the third one for his criminal background that was swept under the rug because the area was so desperate for officers. You were living for this. Sassy Spencer was everything. “And finally, you,” he said, landing on the middle one, the smile from tearing these men to the ground wider than the highways in DC, “you’re truly pathetic. The fact that you even made it onto the force is incredible. Failed marksmanship test, barely passed on the psychological, minor criminal background, but the one thing you did have? A father who was willing to donate to the precinct in order to get you a job. Couldn’t even make it in on your own merit. We had no issue with that,” he said, pointing between the two of you. When he caught your eye, you just smiled. “Now, we’re going to go inside because we have a profile to go over to give to the competent members of your precinct, but not before you apologize to Agent Y/N for what I just heard.” 

Spencer grabbed your hand and brought you up to him as the three officers muttered half-assed ‘sorry’ in your direction. “Good, you ready?” he asked, nodding his head at the officers.

You headed back inside, leaving the stunned officers behind. You could’ve taken care of that yourself, and he knew that, but the fact that he had been so offended on your behalf felt great. “Hey, Spence,” you said, standing up on your tiptoes and giving him a kiss on the cheek. “Thanks.”

“It’s no problem, Y/N,” he said enveloping you in a hug. “Plus, it was cathartic for me. It was like I was standing up to the bullies that used to torment me, so thank you for letting me go off.”

As you walked into the conference room that the lead officer had given the team for the case, Hotch, along with everyone else, noticed the smiles on your faces, and the lipstick you’d left on Spencer’s cheek. “Care to tell us what happened or…?” Morgan laughed.

“Nothing, you guys,” you said. “I was just the target of some sexist bullshit from a few of our reluctantly-cooperating officers. Spencer overheard them and told them off. The lipstick was from a kiss on the cheek as a thank you.”

“Who was talking what about you, babygirl?” Morgan asked, and as they walked back in, you pointed them out. “Don’t worry, they say anything else, I’ll rough them up a little bit for you.”

“No need,” you said, looking at Spencer. “I think Reid embarrassed them to death. It was awesome.”

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Yoo Kihyun | Fake Relationship!AU | Fluff | Smut

Since day one, boundaries and personal space were never really part of the picture.

It’s too late to be roaming the streets, especially alone.

But this seems to be the only time you can take a peaceful walk. Crowded and loud streets during the day, as well as you working six to eight hour shifts most days. There’s no time during the day, but there’s time when you can’t sleep or just have a lot on your mind. Sitting in the house all night instead of sleeping makes you restless, so taking a stroll around two in the morning has become a regular thing.

Often times there are a few others outside. Some drunk and dragging their feet down the sidewalks trying to catch a taxi or walking to their destination, some seeming to be doing exactly what you’re doing. No one speaks, the only sounds coming from passing cars and whatever goes on in the household nearby that are still alive at this time of night.

Today is exceptionally cold and you bundled up in sweats, a thick sweatshirt, and a jean jacket. You can still feel the slight sting of the wind, but it’s better than tossing and turning in bed all night. You had insomnia in high school and this kind of feels the same, but then again it’s different. There’s a lot more on your mind now that your gap year is a little over half way over. You’ve already been accepted into your university of choice and got a few scholarships, and with the help of your mom you won’t be deep in college debt, but the excitement and doubt have set in early it seems. Still unsure of a major, worrying about if you’ll have enough money for books, food, and other expenses. Half of the time you know you’re just over thinking, but even telling yourself that multiple times doesn’t always work.

So breathing in the fresh air and feeling the wind seep through your clothing calms you. It relaxes your nerves and gets you tired by the time you’re back home.

A sniffle breaks you out of your daze. Just about every night you walk is uneventful so you’re a little curious. There’s another one closer this time, so you speed up your slow, slightly dragging footsteps. When you hear movement around the corner of the brick wall to your right you slow back down once you hit the edge of the wall, and find someone slouched against the brick. One knee up and propping his arm up, head down as more sniffles and quiet hiccups come from him.

You almost turn back around, but maybe he needs someone to talk to. Even though if you were in his position you know you wouldn’t want a stranger coming up to you asking if you’re okay when you’re obviously not, but hey, he could be different.

“Excuse me?” you whisper out, not wanting to scare him. 

His body visibly stiffens, and then he’s wiping at his face before clearing his throat and looking up at you. You make sure not to loom over him, keeping a distance as you stand next to him.

“Um,” you start again, not sure of what to say next. You’ve never been in this position before and you feel like you’re wasting his time as you just look at him for a few seconds. “Are you okay? Well I mean, clearly you aren’t but I was wondering if you needed someone to talk to or something? If not I completely understand because I wouldn’t want a stranger butting into my business but I heard sometimes strangers are the best people to talk to because there are no biases,” you spill out, realizing how fast you’re speaking and that you’re rambling.

“Sorry, I’m rambling and not even giving you the opportunity to speak,” you laugh, embarrassed.

He just stares up at you. His eyes are still glossy and from the dim streetlight a block away you can see his red nose, a little wetness under the tip.

“Sure,” he rasps out, making your eyes widen a bit in surprise.

Would it be best for you to sit down next to him? You’re sure it would be awkward if you just stood over him. But then again you don’t want to cross any boundaries.

This is why you don’t comfort people. You really suck at it.

He watches your mental debate with a blank expression for a while before scooting to his right and patting the now empty spot.

Sitting down, your leg brushes up against his own, but he doesn’t move away.

So maybe he doesn’t care about boundaries and personal space.

“Do you actually want to talk or do you just need some company?”

The back of his head softly thuds against the wall and he sighs. “I’m not sure yet,” he says lowly, closing his eyes.

You nod to yourself and get comfortable, leaning back on the brick behind you and lifting your knees to your chest. “Take your time.”

It’s silent for a while, just the faint sound of his deep breaths. His sniffling stopped, and you can assume his tears have as well.

The time is unknown, as well is how long you’ve been sitting here with him and you’re starting to feel the drowsiness take over. You don’t want to leave him here after offering a shoulder to cry on, but the thought of just going to sleep sounds so good right now.

“I’m just really starting to wonder why I’ve made certain choices in my life,” he finally breaks the silence, making you jump. “Sometimes I just think I would be happier if I never would’ve taken a certain opportunity even though it’s kind of the best thing that has ever happened in my life.”

He’s being very vague, but you just nod along even though he can’t see it. You wouldn’t to spill every detail to a stranger either.

“It’s just that I’m barely getting any sleep these days, I’m stressed the fuck out, and I miss having a room to myself. I haven’t had a good moment alone in God knows how long and I’m just tired of it. I love what I do but…”

A heavy sigh comes from him before he’s shifting, stretching both legs out and finally opening his eyes and turning to look at you.

“Is popularity and good—great actually—income worth all of the unhappiness?”

You observe his face. Eyebrows scrunched, worry lines in his forehead, watery eyes, bottom lip caught in between his teeth. He looks so hopeless, so lost.

“Even if it isn’t,” he starts back up before you can even answer his question. “there’s so much on the line if I give up and quit. Lawsuits, so much money being taken away… disappointing people who mean so much to me…”

You can’t even try to wrap your head around what his occupation is and what could cause all of this distress.

“Did you sign a contract or something?” you ask, voice wavering due to the lack of use.

“Yeah,” he breathes out, running a hand through his pink hair, a color you hadn’t paid attention to at first. It’s a pretty color—probably even nicer in the sunlight or even just a brighter light than the yellow, dim glow coming from a distance—but it’s a little odd.

“Is it taking so much of a toll on you that you don’t think you’d be able to push through until the contract expires?”

From his eyes you can see his contemplation. He must really be in a rut when he gets a paycheck for doing what he loves, yet all of these cons come along with it. If he keeps this up he could possibly end up severely depressed, or things could get so much better and he’ll get to a point where he can have his alone time and get the sleep he needs so much.

“I don’t want to give up,” is his response.

“Then don’t,” you say with a small smile. “If you really love what you’re doing then all of these troubles should be worth it in the end. Nothing worth your time comes easily.”

His stare is blank once again as his eyes are on you. Maybe he’s observing like you were earlier. Maybe he’s taking in your words in. Maybe he’s wondering why the hell he’s opening up to a stranger he’ll never see again.

“You’re right,” he says lowly. His head starts nodding and his eyes widen a little as he repeats those two words with more confidence.

He stands up abruptly, extending his hand down to you to help you up.

“Thank you. You might not think you did much but I really needed this,” he smiles, looking much better than he did when you first stumbled upon him. His eyes are no longer filled with tears, those they’re still red, as well as his nose and that could just be because it’s cool outside. He only has a shirt and a thin looking cardigan on and he must be freezing, but he shows no signs of it.

“I’m glad I could help,” you smile back genuinely, gazing down at the way your hand his still holding his own before looking him back in his eyes. He’s very attractive, you note.

He hesitates a bit before stepping forward and wrapping hs arms around your shoulders. chin lightly digging into the crook of your neck.

Definitely doesn’t care about boundaries or personal space.

Stunned, eyes wide and body starting at the sudden contact, you laugh softly to yourself and bring your arms up to return his embrace.

“Sorry, I’m a hugger and I haven’t held a girl in a while,” he explains, showing no signs of letting go anytime soon. You don’t mind, especially when he smells so good.

Nodding, you just run your hands up and down his back in hopes of doing a good enough job in comforting him. “It’s fine, take your time,” you chuckle.

It feels like hours before he squeezes a little tighter and then slowly let’s go of you. He takes small sluggish steps backward. “Thanks again, beautiful,” the pink-haired boy says before biting on his bottom lip once again. Shy smile playing on your lips, you wave and back up in the opposite direction until you round the corner.

Once he’s out of sight you let out a breath you hadn’t even realized you were holding in. 

Well tonight sure was eventful.


You don’t have to work today, which means you can go back to sleep. The clock on your nightstand reads 9:12, meaning you only got around five hours of sleep anyway.

The second time you wake up it’s after 12:00 and the sun is blazing, rays seeping through your curtains and making you groan out in frustration, turning your back towards your window. Yawning and rubbing the crust out of your eye with one hand, you reach for your phone with the other. Squinted eyes roll once you see your best friend blew your phone up while you were asleep. Once it hit midnight your phone automatically goes on Do Not Disturb, so you didn’t feel the vibration of the notifications.

Not even bothering to check her messages or see why she called you over ten times, you put some music on and head to the bathroom. It’s your free day, so you go all out. Taking your time to wash your hair, brushing your teeth and using your toothbrush as a mic when you hit high notes, blow drying and straightening your hair all while dancing. Once you’re dressed in pajama shorts and an oversized sweatshirt that you don’t remember the original owner of, you slip on your slippers and grab your phone off of your bathroom counter heading to the kitchen to find something to make.

You settle for pancakes with fruit on top.

Finally opening your best friend’s messages, you scroll up to the first one she sent while shoving the pancakes into your mouth. The first message was at 8:34 am.

Well I’m mad af that you didn’t tell me you were in a relationship now.

Your head cocks to the side. In a relationship? You haven’t been in a relationship in a year.

And I’m fucking pissed you didn’t tell me you were dating fuCKING KIHYUN.

Who the fuck is Kihyun?

 I had to find out on fucking tumblr that my best friend is dating an idol when she should’ve been the one to tell me.

And I know you like your privacy, so why the fuck were you showcasing your relationship.

WHY THE FUCK ARENT YOU REPLYING.

Oh its your day off youre probably still sleep.

But Ima need you to wake tf up because you have some explaining to do.

Wtf is this??????

As you’re reading you’re just getting more and more confused, slowly chewing.

She sent a picture and you have to turn your brightness up and tap on it to get a good look. 

The picture has you choking on a strawberry, thwacking at your chest in hopes of ending your coughing fit.

Just why the fuck is there a picture of you hugging that stranger last night (or this morning)? After struggling to drink some water your hacking stops and you can breathe again, but your eyes are still as wide as ever as you stare at the picture. From an outsider’s point of view, it does seem kind of intimate with how his chin was in your neck. But the fact that it was automatically assumed that the two of you are in a relationship is a little outrageous.

Exiting out of the picture, you scroll down more and see that Krystal sent more pictures of the hug at different angles. 

There’s even a shot of when you hadn’t let go of his hand before the hug and you can totally see how someone might’ve gotten the wrong impression. With how late it was it seems like the two of you were sneaking around.

Scrolling back up, you search for the name she had said.

Kihyun.

Going straight to Google, you type his name in a not even a second after you tap search articles and pictures of the hug pop up. There are captions calling you his girlfriend, mystery lover (which makes you chuckle to yourself), and mystery girl. You go to images and there’s a flood of Kihyun. He has black hair in some, brown in others, blond and pink as well. Now the pink hair isn’t so odd now that you know he’s a damn idol.

All of the things he said while venting to you are coming back to you and everything makes so much sense. His schedule is probably always packed and as you scroll through pictures you can guess he’s in a group, and that’s why he doesn’t get his much needed alone time. This is why he was outside in the wee hours of the morning sitting on the sidewalk and bawling his eyes out. The people he doesn’t want to disappoint is most likely his fans and supporters, as well as the rest of his group. 

With a sigh, you call Krystal. It doesn’t even ring twice before she’s yelling in your ear, asking where the hell you’ve been and what the fuck did you get yourself into.

“Okay firstly, ow,” you complain. “Secondly, I was not showcasing anything. This is all just a big mis—hold up, someone’s calling.”

Krystal threatens you, saying something along the lines of if you hang up the phone I swear—but you switched the line before she could finish.

“Hello?”

“Hi, is this _____?” a deep voice asks.

You look at your phone, not recognizing the number.

“Um, yes, who is this?”

There’s a moment of silence on the other end before the male is clearing his throat. “Hey, it’s the guy you found on the sidewalk last night,” he says with an awkward laugh. “I don’t know if you’ve seen but—”

“Yes, I’ve seen that I’m your mystery lover now,” a chuckle dryly as you get up and start washing your dishes, phone caught in between your ear and shoulder.

“You… you don’t sound mad about this,” he observes, confusion clear in his house.

Your free shoulder shrugs. There’s no reason to be angry when it’s just an incorrect rumor that will get fixed soon. No point in getting heated about something no one will remember in like a week.

“I’m more concerned about how you got my number.”

Another awkward chuckle. “My manager did some digging… I’m not exactly sure what he did or where he got it but he told me we have to discuss this." 

Humming, you wipe your hands dry before holding the phone again and making your way back to your room to sit on your bed.

"What is there to discuss exactly?” you ask.

There’s no need for apologies when it wasn’t his fault. You’re the one that walked up to a random crying stranger as a rare act of kindness. You could have avoided this by ignoring him and just simply walking back home. It’ll all blow over soon anyway.

“Our relationship,” he says after a moment of hesitation.

Your eyes squint in confusion. Your relationship? There is no relationship so what is he talking about?

“You and I are strangers… and you just happen to be famous and I had no clue until fifteen minutes ago.”

Kihyun sighs, and you can already tell he’s about to say something you’re not going to like, so you beat him to it.

“All you have to do is tell them it was a false alarm and that I was just a fan that just so happened to stumble across you, no big deal.”

“I really wish it were that simple but it isn’t.”

There he goes saying something you don’t like.

How complicated can a small interaction be to explain to fans and the press? Of course you wouldn’t want the real scenario to get out to the public because you’re almost positive his fans will look at him differently.

“What do you mean?”

Suddenly there’s loud chatter in the background before someone is yelling, telling the people to calm down and shut up so Kihyun can talk.

“Do you think you could meet me somewhere tonight? I feel like this would be better to discuss in person.”

Last time you were with him you were deemed his lover, so how would meeting up again make things better? But you don’t want to make this phone call any longer than it needs to be, so you agree with a sigh. “Yeah, I guess.”

“I’ll text you the address. Would you need to get picked up?”

“Nah, I’ll drive there.”

“Alright, cool,” he breathes out. “I’ll see you later then.”

“See you then.” Just as you remove your phone from your ear you hear him yell wait! and you look at your phone in confusion before putting it back up to your ear. “Yes?”

He sighs out in what sounds like relief, glad you didn’t hang up.

“Please don’t speak about this to anyone until we talk later.”

You nod. “Gotcha.”

Switching back to the call with Krystal, she’s yelling in your ear again. 

“You better have a good excuse as to why I’ve been on hold for almost five minutes.”

Rolling your eyes you open your mouth to tell her what happened, but then Kihyun’s words are ringing in your ears. Even though Krystal is your best friend and you tell her everything, you know you shouldn’t say anything. It would be nice to tell someone about the mess you got yourself into but it would best to wait until you have the full story.

He said it’s not as simple as telling the public that the whole interaction was a misunderstanding and you’re anxious to know what his manager or company has planned. You just really hope you’re right about this whole ordeal being forgotten within a week and that no further information is leaked.

The last thing you want is people knowing anything about you other than your face.

“I’ll talk to you later, Krys. I gotta run some errands,” you quickly makeup before making a kissy noise and hanging up.

You’ve barely done anything today and you’re already exhausted. 

You throw yourself back onto your bed with a huff, eyes shutting. You already know you’re going to be checking your phone every five minutes.

A Higher Education PT.3

Summary: Shawn and yourself are best friends at University. 

Word Count: 6,903

A/U: Enjoy yall! 

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Over the course of the following weeks, things were getting worse. I began to second guess myself with Shawn on almost everything. I’d ask myself almost every time if I was just being friendly or if I was flirting. Growing more unsure I felt the line of my friendship and my feelings beginning to blur. The more I grew unsure the more uncomfortable and tense I grew around Shawn, he had probably had no idea of this tension and never picked up on how I was feeling but that was because I was hiding it well. Nevertheless, there was a new wedge in our relationship and I had created it unintentionally.

It didn’t help either that Shawn and Lindsey’s relationship was slowly blossoming.

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Forget everything you know about love

Husbands!Jikook, 10k of angsty crack + fluff fluff fluff 

For we cannot love something we do not remember, but maybe forgetting was the solution to all of Jungkook’s problems.

A/N: From this request; hope you like it!


A left, another left, a right, and then a left. Or was it left, right, left, left?

Jungkook doesn’t have time to worry about that as he races down the hall, each tick of the clocks in the hospital, each quickening beat of his heart feeling like it might be the last. Like it might be too late.

Room two twenty-four, two twenty-five… screw it.

Jungkook bursts through the door a millisecond before he could process that it was indeed the correct number, but is given confirmation by the figure seemingly drowning beneath the white sheets.

He was pale. An IV drip attached to one arm. There were a few patches of faint yellow from the bruising. But amidst the faint beeping in the background and the smell of disinfectants much too strong, he was still the same Jimin that Jungkook had always known.

“Jimin—” Jungkook cuts himself off, part of him afraid that he’d regret whatever tumbled out of his mouth in such a distraught state, and the other part of him not even knowing what to say.

Jimin, I’m so sorry…please don’t hate me.

Jungkook keeps his head bowed, avoiding the look of hatred that he expected from his husband.

“Um…hi?”

But as he looks up and sees that strangely empty look in Jimin’s eyes, he knows that something isn’t quite right.

“Jimin? Are you okay?”

“Yeah, I’m fine.” A pause that feels much too long. “Sorry, um, could you tell me who you are?” he asks, eyebrows furrowed and lips curling down into a frown. “Were you someone important to me?”

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carrinnuh  asked:

Heyy!! Could you rec me some long Ziam fics?? Thanks yore the bestest!!

Ooh, girl, you know I got you. I’ve actually been wanting to corral all of the long Ziam fics anyway.

It’s always hard to decide what not to rec, so I just went with fics worded 69k+ (and a few I couldn’t leave off). The order is mostly random with my personal favorites up top and incomplete works at the bottom.


Disclaimer: Make sure to check all tags and warnings on fics. If you’re not sure about one or want to discuss it, feel free to message me (:


**UPDATE 05.21.17: Newly added fics have two astrics in front.


Run For The Woods Now series (149,370) by jmcats:
+ Run For the Woods Now (62,075 | E)
Zayn knows some of the best and worst moments start with one of Louis’ ideas. Still, it’s almost as if everyone knew where this, his life, was going when Harry and Liam moved into Wagner’s old flat, with that stupid plant sitting in the doorway, and too many cigarettes and Justin Timberlake for any of this to have been one of those classically clichéd love stories.
And Zayn doesn’t do clichés. Not until Liam, that is

+ We Lie Awake At Night (14,008 | E)
His life, the one with his friends, with his son, with Liam, still feels a little too incredible to be true. But if it is, he’ll never let himself become content with it. Nothing this amazing should ever become routine.
+ Home in the Stars (12,556 | M)
It’s the kind of love story that started with Louis’ insane plans, a ridiculous plant, new neighbors, and a boy with warm brown eyes, round cheeks and promises to be there when Zayn was ready. He doesn’t know how to explain it, but maybe he will be able to tell their son Safi one day how he decided to stop running and fell for Liam… One day, he will.
+ I’ve Waited for This (60,731 | E)
One day, he’ll thank Louis Tomlinson for this: Liam still loves the smell of cigarettes on Zayn’s skin, the sound of Justin Timberlake when their fingers touch, the way Safi finds his own spot on their bed, the way there’s always pieces of skin touching just to keep them connected. 
The way all of this started with a stupid, completely mental idea from Louis Tomlinson. 
(Or the one where Zayn and Liam get married and Zayn’s finally ready)

hello kisses sweet as wine (123,892 | E) by xxcaribbean (roseaque):
not everyone is brave enough to go after the things they want. too much judgment and little respect creates nothing but fear; yet zayn’s always pursued what he’s felt regardless of those hang ups, and there’s not a day that goes by that he doesn’t regret any of his choices.
now, though, his decisions go a little beyond the spectrum of what people might consider normal, but zayn swears he did it out of love for himself and for his family. but mostly, it’s for his insatiable need to feel steadiness for once in his life.
zayn doesn’t expect mr. payne to have all the answers, and he certainly hadn’t meant to leave an impression.
so, this isn’t really a love story. well, it shouldn’t be.

**The Killing Type (130,453 | E) by protagonist_m (protagonist-m):
Liam breathes hotly through his nose, eyes twitching shut as he squeezes a bit more on Zayn’s neck. “Do you know how dangerous what you’re doing is?” 
Zayn draws in his own ragged breath. “Do you?” 
—-
Zayn is a doctoral student who goes to great lengths to be in the wrong place at the wrong time. Liam is heading the biggest serial murder investigation London has seen in half a century. And before this, he’d never been sent a love note via corpse. 

vanilla sweet universe (78,004 | E) by xxcaribbean (roseaque):
vanilla sweet
despite the fact that zayn’s an alpha, liam gives him a chance to prove himself worthy of the omega’s affections.
always love
zayn likes to make sure liam’s well taken care of before his heat hits, but even then, they don’t expect it to happen early.
sugar rush, candy crush
being a male omega was normal, but frowned upon. liam knew that. he also knew that zayn didn’t care. however, it seems like things are out of his hands when he discovers that the treatment from his past might cause a rift in his future with zayn.
honeysuckle lazy
there’s the trouble of liam being away from kiya for the first time, to zayn not planning a successful night out (until he does), and then on top of that, there’s the fact that there’s some stuff that neither of them had intended on admitting. but either way, it’s for the good of their relationship; really, it is.

Knowing, Forgetting, Forgiving, and Believing series (118,212) by SoftlyandSwiftly (softlyandswiftlyao3): 
+ Just Let Me Know (72,711 | E)
Zayn wakes up in a hospital, eyes blurry and head pounding, only for a doctor to tell him he’s lost two years of his life. And if that’s not awful enough, something’s different with Liam, off like something has changed, and Zayn doesn’t understand.
Until he does.
And then it’s somehow worse.
+ I’m Letting You Know (45,501 | E)
Liam’s POV of Just Let Me Know.
Liam’s world shattered two years ago, and he hasn’t been able to piece it back together since. When Zayn forgets everything from the past two years, Liam thinks he truly will never be alright again.
But maybe Zayn can fix that.

start again at your beginnings (115,852 | M) by postitbandit:
When they first meet, Zayn is a warrior in his mother’s clan and Liam is a conquered villager.Liam has an unhappy past and just a few things that he holds dear. Zayn would like nothing more than to learn about that past and welcome Liam into his clan, and into his life, but Liam does not seem keen on sharing anything with Zayn.
At least at first.

**Pride (86,961 | E) by iwanttowriteyouafic (iwanttowriteyouafic):
“What if you guys were to come to some sort of arrangement?” Niall said. “Just a strictly, er, business-only deal, where you’d help each other out. You’re not close enough that it’d be weird, but you’re not strangers, either, so you know he won’t take advantage of you.”
“This is a really weird conversation,” Zayn told him. “I hope you know that”
(Or the one where Zayn and Liam strike a deal to help each other through their dirtiest nights, but Zayn’s perception of alphas may be preventing him from something purer.)

**A Pirate’s Love for me (104,415 | E) by rorz94:
In the early 19th century, The two most prestigious packs of London, the Paynes and Maliks hate each other guts. So The Alpha king, who was mostly a peaceful man decided to have an end to this feud by tying an Alpha with an omega of the other pack. Once this agreement achieved the couple would get a tempting prize, but would the two families allow the chosen couple to have some peace?

Found a Demon (In My Safest Haven) (152,509 | E) by ohioinmymind:
Barely escaping tragedy as children, Zayn and Liam grow up unconventionally with their share of monsters hiding in the shadows. When Liam starts asking more questions than he should, Zayn tries to stop him, but in many ways it’s too late. Liam spends his time chasing secrets and trying to uncover the truth, and all Zayn wants to chase is Liam. Because Zayn doesn’t need to go looking for trouble, it usually just finds him on its own.

Mirrors (89,882 | E) by ohioinmymind:
Liam and Louis are a couple of rich kids, with no care in the world. Zayn doesn’t care about anything but skating and Liam. Harry wants Louis to see him for what he really is; a good guy. And Niall just wishes they would all get their shit together.

this is interlude (85,223 | E) by xxcaribbean (roseaque):
liam figured a gunshot wound, a mysterious stranger, and a clear sign of betrayal was enough excitement to last a lifetime. however, in the process of it all, he didn’t take into account the fact that what he thought he knew would be challenged, provoked, and possibly crushed, all because of a little four letter word that shouldn’t have even crossed his mind.

be a place that i call home (70,676 | E) by lightseep (fleshriots):
sometimes, home is a person. and sometimes, home is lots of people and sometimes home is two very, very little people.

**All is Fair in Love and War (94,149 | E) by bad1ands (rogueziam):
Up-and-coming journalist Zayn Malik - in hopes of later being allowed to cover more substantial stories - takes on an assignment by which he must pull a guy and then push him away in ten days.
Advertising executive Liam Payne - in order to take over a major campaign for his company - must prove to his associates that he’s able to woo a man in less than two weeks.They walk into a bar.

(An AU based off of the 2003 film How to Lose a Guy in 10 Days.)

Burning Away From Inside (87,566 | E) by scottmcniceass:
They’re a little too dysfunctional to be considered superheroes, but they do their best.

Lost For Words (102,090 | NR) by AGreatPerhaps12:
Zayn was so stunning and so consistently kind to Liam that his stupid heart had the annoying habit of practically vibrating in his chest whenever they were together. Liam wasn’t deep enough in denial not to know what that meant anymore, but he was still forcing the feeling down as vehemently as possible. It was difficult, though, when Zayn turned to Liam with that smile and said his name like he was worth time and attention, and all the while in the back of his mind there was this chant of—
Get the fuck out of my house. I’m not having a fag for a son. I want you and your shit gone by the time I get back.
—Yeah. That.”
Or: The one where Liam has a stutter and zero self confidence, and Zayn has a carefully controlled temper (also starring Louis and Harry as that disgustingly-in-love couple and Niall as the only straight guy around, apparently).

not yet awake (79,434 | E) by jmcats:
Liam doesn’t know this world. He feels out of place and he doesn’t trust anyone. All he knows is flashbacks of a life he doesn’t know anymore and all he hears is ‘thank you Captain Britain’ but Liam is not a hero. He’s a solider.
He has one mission for SHIELD: keep Zayn Malik safe. Unfortunately, he hates this cocky, arrogant, manic boy who wears suits and has iron where his heart should be.
(Re: SHIELD wants to protect Malik Industries and Liam has been avoiding the Avengers Initiative for months now… until he has no choice but to trust someone)

Kids that I Once Knew (78,185 | E) by jmcats:
Zayn longs for home – Bradford; not this small town that’s nothing but University and football and a hospital his mum forces him to volunteer at. But there’s something about this place – or the boy with the buzz cut and soft eyes and Liam Payne is nothing like Bradford. Zayn hates that, slowly, he’s kind of in love with that.

these amber words on your fingertips (69,087 | E) by jmcats:
‘He’s not getting attached, he swears. There’s no point.’
(Re: Zayn’s life in London is about one thing — making life perfect for his son. He’s still finding himself in this city, with all of the noise and left behind dreams. He needs to focus and Liam is, well, distracting. He’s different. Zayn’s always liked that word.)

Tunnel Vision (90,923 | E) by scottmcniceass:
In which Zayn is an award-winning popstar with a knack for getting himself in trouble, and Liam is the bodyguard he didn’t want to hire who has a few problems with staying professional.

through the summertime, winter, spring, and fall (77,503 | E) by writingsofamadchild (zainspank):
They change with the seasons, burning bright during the summer and biting cold during the winter, but that feeling of being in love Zayn found in the summer clings to him through it all.

You Holy Fool (74,816 | E) by chasingxrabbits (wester-fic):
Liam is a good kid, on the right path until he finds something wicked making a home in his church.
A slightly religious AU where Liam has a moral dilemma and Louis is falling head over heals for the curly headed sophomore.)

span>let’s pretend it’s love (68,465 | M) by wafflehood:
Pretend!boyfriends fic in which Liam and Zayn get papped while hamming it up for Louis and Eleanor, and management decides the easiest way to deal with the resulting hysteria is to let it run its course.

the bittersweet between my teeth (64,982 | E) by gaysubtexts (zoophile):
liam and zayn grow up together, louis, niall, and harry tagging along later on. that’s it.

like a wall of stars (64,901 | E) by jmcats:
somewhere between summer training camp and his last season of footie, Liam manages to: find his place in the world, find his confidence, build a bond between this misfit group of teammates he calls brothers, figure out the meaning of the word captain, watch his best mates (unexpectedly) fall in love, get over himself, fall for a boy, and hate Zayn Malik at the same time.
(and maybe this is how it should have always been)

But the sun comes up instead (71,332 | E) by blackwayfarers:
Zayn Malik, charming and confident fraternity vice-president, meets shy but achingly endearing high schooler Liam Payne at a kegger and everything just goes straight to hell.

Too Good is True (80,024 | E) by xxcaribbean (roseaque):
Zayn is a manservant (actually he’s a maid, but it’s what Niall calls him because one, there isn’t a male equivalent to the term maid and two, it sounds far sexier than what the job actually requires).
Liam is the unfortunate third wheel in the band One Direction. Harry and Louis are in love. And Niall is a butler

What We Become (78,042 | E) by scottmcniceass:
“Nervous?”
“No.”
“It’s okay if you are,” Harry says seriously. “I mean, I know I would be. Like, if there was ever a date that was destined to go bad, it’s probably this one. Werewolf goes on date with the son of a werewolf hunter, who’s also training to be a werewolf hunter when he’s older, while another pack of werewolves are practically massacring the town, and no one has no idea how to stop them. It’s not a question of what could go wrong. It’s a question of what could possibly go right, and I’m willing to bet the answer to that is nothing.“

for always the thorn lies under the rose (107,265 | E) by xxcaribbean (roseaque):
being comfortable with herself is one thing, but fearing the judgment of others comes with the territory. add in a bit of harassment, a touch of unrequited love, a twin who can’t keep his mouth shut, and a boss who can’t date for shit, and all veronica’s left to deal with is her emotions and how she plans to get through the aftermath.

Tamper (80,002 | E) by saltwatergirl:
After being appointed as a teacher at McEllan Academy, Liam becomes fixated with a student. This is not the first time that this has happened.

colour my senses cherry red (96,675 | E) by thilia:
Zayn Malik, closeted gay pornstar.

You Are The Blood (175,151 | E) by sarcasticfluentry (povverbottoms):
A seventh-year Hogwarts AU in which Niall gets all the girls, Liam goes on a journey of self-discovery, Zayn falls in love, Harry wants something more, and Louis tries to figure out once and for all why he, a Muggleborn, was sorted into Slytherin.

To Sir, With Love (92,412 | E) by CupcakeCait (cupcakes-x-cocaine):
Zayn accidentally sends his teacher, Mr. Payne, a picture of his dick.

These Inconvenient Fireworks (190,000 | NC17) by wontsitstill on livejournal:
Future AU in which nobody tries out for X Factor but the boys end up finding one other eventually anyway. Louis is a jaded bastard who owns a cat named Duchess and teaches drama to teenagers, Harry is an idealistic aspiring photographer/part-time footy coach, Zayn teaches English lit and wears leather jackets, Liam saves people from burning buildings, and Niall is Niall.
[Mainly Larry Stylinson]

We’re Okay (153,816 | M) by scottmcniceass:
It’s funny, really, that their lives hadn’t intercepted before that point. That all it took was one little thing that set off a chain reaction of circumstances which led them all to each other. But it was for the best, really, because in the end, with each other, they were all okay.
And if you asked them, the whole thing could be blamed on Liam sleeping in, for once in his life.

Permanent (114,546 | E) by scottmcniceass:
At twenty-six, Liam has made a name for himself as one of the best football players of his generation. He’s in the prime of his game when a car accident threatens to end his career permanently. Depressed and hating the world, Liam heads back to his home town to take some time off and find himself again. He doesn’t expect to find life pretty much the way he’d left it eight years ago, and he definitely doesn’t expect to find something that might make him want to stay permanently, but that’s what he gets.

the beauty of this mess (67,815 | E) by jmcats:
He won’t admit how cold his sheets are when he’s alone or how his spine aches for Liam pressed to it or the way his fingers shove unforgivingly into his stack of pillows when he thinks about Jackson drowsy on his chest or Annabelle’s soft face under the moonlight or how that one-story bungalow was the closest he’s felt to home since leaving Bradford. 
(Re: Zayn loves this city, loves his boys, loves the salty taste of the surf on his tongue even though he hates the ocean… but he’s not expecting to fall in love with Liam and all of his little secrets, too. Not enough to stick around in this sandy city of teenage dreams)

Auction me off (64,973 | NR) by Romancemesomeziam:
When CEO Liam meets a young Zayn and can’t help but be enthralled by his amazing beauty, but there’s more to their relationships than physicality.

**Slow and High Tempo (103,054 | E) by zipplekink (zipplekink):
“I just want you, Liam,” Zayn whispers, skating his lips across his. “Can I?”
Liam’s lips part more as Zayn’s do, exhaling slightly as Zayn’s words sink in. He doesn’t understand what they mean, but he knows he meant it when he said Zayn could have anything he wants.
His eyes flicker open to stare up at Zayn’s dark ones, filled with a warmth that seems to consume Liam as he waits for him to respond. “Yeah, babe.”

S(l)ave Me (72,498 | E) by purpleeyestelllies:
If there’s one thing Zayn Malik knows it’s love. He creates it every single day with his multi-billion dollar match-making company. He helps Masters and slaves find their mates and each day he sends them out the door only to return home alone. Being young, rich, and handsome apparently isn’t enough for Zayn to find his own love. What he finds instead is a beaten and broken abandoned slave, Liam, in a dark alleyway in the middle of the night. He takes him home, fixes him up, and promises to use his company to find Liam his perfect match. But maybe his perfect match is closer than he knows.

The City Lights in the Snow (70,613 | E) by jmcats:
He only ever sees them, his boys, during this time of year and it’s never enough. Not in this place, this city, with a new face like Zayn’s reminding him that love and friendships don’t last for a holiday. ‘Without question, and whenever asked, Liam will always say that this time of year is his favorite.’
(or a holiday fic where Liam loves his city but he loves Niall and Harry and Louis (and maybe Zayn) a lot more)

**Viva La Vida (123,126 | NR) by iambluehead:
He only ever sees them, his boys, during this time of year and it’s never enough. Not in this place, this city, with a new face like Zayn’s reminding him that love and friendships don’t last for a holiday. ‘Without question, and whenever asked, Liam will always say that this time of year is his favorite.’
(or a holiday fic where Liam loves his city but he loves Niall and Harry and Louis (and maybe Zayn)

**The Gorgeous Torch Ginger (129,713 | E) by Fille_du_soleil:
Liam’s wedding vow was clear and still banging in his head as if it was yesterday that he pronounced it.
In Health and sickness, wealth and poverty, until Zayn do us part. Or was it death?A ZIAM Underage story. Very Explicit Sexual Content. MPREG

**Black Water (110,729 | E) by TheFAYZ:
“Alright, I’ll go…but what exactly are we going to go do?” Harry just grinned, he had a beautiful smile.
“Follow me, I’ll tell you all about it.”
So now I was stuck on a plane with 2 assholes (one who was intent on trying to burn a hole in my head without actually doing it), a pilot who was also apparently a super genius (and a fucking know it all), and a drunk Irishman who can only fly if he is absolutely hammered.
Fucking Harry.
(or, a super hero AU where Liam has a destiny to his total and complete dismay, Zayn is super possessive and wants nothing but to have Liam all to himself, Louis pines HARD over Harry and is a mouthy boy with anger issues, Harry is an extremely irresistible drug dealer because superpowers and he’s Harry, and Niall just wants to outdrink everybody)

**through the fire and into the flames (111,027 | NR) by zipplekink (zipplekink):
He only ever sees them, his boys, during this time of year and it’s never enough. Not in this place, this city, with a new face like Zayn’s reminding him that love and friendships don’t last for a holiday. ‘Without question, and whenever asked, Liam will always say that this time of year is his favorite.’
(or a holiday fic where Liam loves his city but he loves Niall and Harry and Louis (and maybe Zayn) a lot more)

**I will stand by you – so why let your voice be tamed? (105,594 | NR) by zeethorn:
He only ever sees them, his boys, during this time of year and it’s never enough. Not in this place, this city, with a new face like Zayn’s reminding him that love and friendships don’t last for a holiday. ‘Without question, and whenever asked, Liam will always say that this time of year is his favorite.’
(or a holiday fic where Liam loves his city but he loves Niall and Harry and Louis (and maybe Zayn) a lot more)

but monsters are always hungry, darling (156,067 | E) by irishmizzy,miss_bennie:
Zayn Malik has nothing.
Louis doesn’t have much other than his van, his friends Liam and Eleanor (most of the time), and a wall that keeps him at a safe distance from everyone in his life; from the moment they meet, Zayn finds himself depending on Louis’s kindness, if you could even call it that. As Zayn learns what it is Louis does for money, he realizes he has a choice to make. The path it sets him down might not be the best one – it’s certainly not the smartest or safest – but it does bring him closer to Louis. And, eventually, Liam, who wants more for all of them, not that anyone wants to hear it. The rift it causes in the trio has long-lasting effects over the years, and while there are bright spots in Zayn’s life: Liam’s old friend Harry, who has his own lessons to learn about how love and relationships really work; Niall, the Irish busker from down the street who rapidly becomes a fixture in Harry’s life; a bed in a flat instead of a nest of blankets in a van, things are far from easy. It’ll all work out in the end, though. (At least, that’s what Liam and Harry keep promising him.)
[Hooker AU]

Not Even the Bad Guys (Could Take it All Away) (79,977| NR) by iambluehead (thedublinfall):
“Not even the bad guys in the dark night could take it all away”
Or the superhero au where Louis is (literally) electrifying, Niall is like a less green hulk, and Harry has X-ray vision because if there’s a God, he’s cruel. Oh, and don’t forget Zayn, the most powerful superhero since Batman who’s trying to keep himself from falling apart by keeping secrets, and Liam, the ex-soldier and superhero who hasn’t found out what his power is yet, and just hopes it’s something that will save them all.

You can be loved (77,387 | M) by ziamismyotp:
Zayn Malik, a quiet foster kid who escapes in his drawings and sings to ignore the pain. He’s tossed from home to home until he’s 15 and is put into an abusive foster home and when he’s 18 he’s finally free. Harry finds Zayn living on the street, takes him in and gets him a job at the coffee shop he works in. There, Zayn meets Harry’s boyfriend, Louis and two close friends Niall and then there’s Liam, who is muscle and puppy eyes and a kind voice that speaks to Zayn softly as if he doesn’t want to scare him away. Liam drives Zayn mad.
Zayn doesn’t speak of his past and even after they’ve welcomed him and made him feel as if he might matter… might belong for once, he still refuses to believe he can ever be loved. Liam tries to prove him wrong.

You Know How I Feel (78,629 | E) by LSFOREVER (tumblr):
AU. It all starts because Liam decides to take some classes at his Aunt’s art studio.

Double Standards (75,562 | M) by rorz94:
this story is an adaptation of Judith McNaught’s work “Double Standards”

Island of Misfit Toys (68,118 | T) by rosetintmyworld:
The story of five lost boys struggling to fit in and gain back what they’ve lost. It’s not easy when temptation is around every corner and no matter what, someone waits in the wings to tear them down. I wish i could say this is a story of redemption… but life isn’t that easy when you’re lost.

I Heard You On The Radio (95,862 | T) by thatwasahaiku:
Liam hadn’t meant for it to turn into a thing- a big, popular, almost the entire school was talking about it sort of thing. The podcasts started out as a way from him to vent some pent up aggression and actually be himself for once. And what better place to reveal ones true inner being than through the veil of anonymity that is the internet? It also helps being anonymous when you find yourself inexplicably attracted to the new student everyone has their eye on.

Class Conflict ‘Verse (116,492) by photo41 (mbpgku):
+ Class Conflict (108,944 | T)
“The history of all hitherto existing society is the history of class struggles”- Marx
Class Conflict- Can refer to the concept of underlying tensions or antagonisms which exist in society due to conflicting interests that arise from different socioeconomic positions and dispositions.
Or what you get when Zayn, worried about what the hell he’s going to do in the future, meets a fit bloke on a school field trip to an Ducal estate and it turns out that this fit bloke, Liam, neglects to mention who exactly he is- he’s the Heir to one of the richest Dukedoms in Britain, and therefore already has his future planned out for him.
Basically, take Liam hiding his poshness, Zayn being oblivious, and throw in a son of famous Irish Actor and Liam and Zayn’s Best Friends who might be too perfect for each other, and you get the definition of Class Conflict.

+ Conscious of this Conflict (7,548 | G)
Society does not consist of individuals, but expresses the sum of interrelations, the relations within which these individuals stand
Zayn’s never had problems painting portraits before, but this one of Liam and his family is proving to be his Waterloo, since Liam can’t seem to let him be for like, 10 seconds to paint the damn thing. Unbeknownst to Zayn, Liam is being purposefully obstructive because he both does and doesn’t want him to paint it, he’s just figuring out the way to tell him. Meanwhile, Louis is trying to organize the best festival he can without going nuts, Niall just wants to get out of the Tony’s and all Harry wants is a cat. (Or so he thinks)
Or, what has happened since our battered proletariat rose up to fight the Class Conflict.

Half A Heart (68,241 | E) by ginger_with_a_black_cat (tumblr):
Zayn is an English student who doesn’t want to fall in love because his biggest fear is to get hurt again. Liam is a resident bad boy and everyone’s wet dream on the outside, but in the inside he’s a secret even to himself. Harry’s Liam’s best friend with a secret of his own. Louis likes to party hard, get drunk and get everyone in trouble but everybody loves him nonetheless. And then, there’s Niall, who’s the youngest of them all, but still has the most brains and keeps them all in order all while being in love with an impossible girl.
Or where Zayn gets hit in the head by his own actions, Liam finds himself falling for an idiot, Harry gets dragged out of the closet by the love of his life, Louis wants Harry and only Harry and Niall just wants all of them to get their shit together, so he can get his own life back.

Breaking the Silver Chain (89,288 | M) by Mickey_D
Liam is an alpha who is just coming home from a trip abroad, and he isn’t returning alone. While traveling, Liam met the most beautiful person he’d ever seen: an omega named Zayn. The two of them had a whirlwind romance that left them happily mated and inseparable. Zayn, a boy with rather exotic looks for Liam’s home, draws a lot of attention, which isn’t a bad thing, except that he catches the eye of Leonardo DiCaprio. DiCaprio is an alpha with rumors constantly swirling about him, rumors about kidnapping, shady businesses, and omega-trafficking. It’s known that he has a few judges and law enforcers safely tucked in his back pocket, a fact that keep the rumor mill turning since no one can ever get a straight answer.
Harry Styles is a law enforcer with a rather loud omega named Louis. He’s determined to bring the truth about DiCaprio into the light after a distressing call from a hysterical Liam makes him see red.

(they say home) is where you go to rest your bones (68,828 | M) by darlingjustdont:
There’s a warmth in his chest that expands until he feels buoyant almost. Like he could potentially fly. What a fucking cliche.
“You okay?” Liam asks, sliding up behind him and pressing a kiss to the nape of his neck.
“Never been better,” he replies. “Why do you ask?”
“You’ve been staring into the cupboard for about three minutes, babe. I don’t think you’re going to find Narnia there, no matter how hard you look.”
Zayn snorts and turns so Liam’s bracketed by his legs. “You’re a dork.”
Liam shrugs. “You love it, though,” he answers easily and Zayn’s breath catches for a minute.
“Yeah, I do.” 
Zayn’s managing just fine as a single father. Louis and Harry are a help, as much as they are terrors, but it’s Liam who brings him home.


**Heart of Stone, Life of Fire WIP (75,165 | E) by softlyandswiftly:
A war with the city of Banshia and its conquering King threatens all of the Cities on the continent of Kiza. Young Zayn Malik finds himself hopelessly entangled in the web of the war, his future rewritten in the span of a morning as allies and enemies shift. Traded for the promise of an ally, Zayn finds himself among the warrior tribes of the Nakizi people, where he must carve out his own place and take his fate into his own hands.

**Choices Like Waves WIP (193,513| E) by kbeto (overwhelmedbyfeels):
“Ever fucked a guy?”
Liam frowns, unsure of the direction this conversation is headed to. “Not really…”
“Been fucked by a guy?”

Whilst Niall’s eagerness evidently rises, Liam’s will to live drops. Where’s the rewind button?
>Liam has got good intentions and a good plan. Then, Zayn happens.

Wolves and thieves WIP (103,540 | E) by frenchkiss (lillourry):
“You are beautiful and you are everything to me,” Liam simply whispers into his ear, because he knows this, has heard it countless times (hearing it from the mighty Zeus himself is something that will never leave Liam) but he knows Zayn doubts and troubles. Sometimes they argue over it, because Zayn once said he wasn’t sure he should have ever left Mount Olympus and that had felt like a slap in the face.
(Later, when Liam was trying to sleep alone after Zayn had said he was going for a long walk around their gardens, he felt the bed dip and Zayn’s weight slide under the sheets behind him and he heard the murmurings “you are worth so much more than anything Olympus could ever offer me, Liam.” And Liam had rolled over, taken a shaking, weeping Zayn in his arms and held him tight until the sun rose, trying his hardest to contradict and take down all the worries Zayn had voiced through his tears.)
Or a Helen of Troy AU of sorts, where Zayn is descended from the gods, Liam will do all in his power to see him smile, Louis and Niall are the greatest friends and Harry’s a clumsy slave boy that Louis can’t help but end up falling for.

Sanity Not Included WIP (84,117 | E) by scottmcniceass:
Someone probably should have stopped the five of them from living together in one house.

Everything You Want WIP (106,199 | E) by ohioinmymind:
Zayn never knew how much he wanted Liam until he got to watch him be with someone else. But they’ve been best friends since they were in grade school and a quick fuck isn’t worth losing a thirteen year friendship. So Zayn gets lost in the music and works in a shitty record store with Harry, while Louis plots to get away from home and Niall and El are the laziest cheerleaders in the history of ever. And Liam–well, Liam spends his time chatting up his ex’s and driving Zayn crazy in that tiny fucking speedo. It’s all just a mess, really.

You’re Like a Dream (To Me) WIP (86,586 | M) by npse:
Highschool AU in which Liam, Louis, Danielle and Andy are best friends and Niall, Harry and Zayn are the cool kids.

Armour of Faith WIP (185,731 | M) by photo41:
In 2014, Zayn Malik, an army medic, is still out in the Middle East- he’s stationed as humanitarian relief along the Iraqi/Syrian border. Exploring, he innocently touches a carving in an ancient cave- and suddenly finds himself thrust into a much different war in the year of our Lord…1188.
Hurled back in time by forces he cannot understand, Zayn’s destiny in soon inextricably intertwined with the Knights Templar and the Third Crusade. He is catapulted without warning into the intrigues of knights, Lords and Kings that may threaten his life …and shatter his heart. For here, not only will he need to find a way home, but he may also find the love of a past-life.

**Can’t Help Falling in Love with You WIP (164,992 | E) by eternallyunleashed (zaynsbambieyes):
In the 18 years he’s been alive Zayn has learnt to deal with the insane amounts of anxiety and stress that life threw his way. It was always easy to stay back and pretend he was invisible. After agreeing to Harry’s idea of an internship he realizes all his hopes of maintaining a quiet simple life as he works towards Med-school get tossed out the window. Liam Payne enters his life. Zayn can’t put a name to all the whirlwind of emotions that threaten to rip his body apart by just being near Liam, but he is certain of one thing. The mere thought or sight of Liam makes him lose the ability to breathe.
For Liam his goal is pretty simple. Ever since he laid eyes on Zayn, who looks like sin in human form with eyes that threaten to rip a man’s heart out, he knew he had to have the boy. He needs him more than he’s wanted anything in his entire life. Otherwise his red hot desire for the boy might just take him to his death.

**The Way We Do WIP (112,267 | E) by CupecakeCait:
Zayn and Liam play on rival football teams, and it’s hate at first sight, in Zayn’s case at least.

**Hello Twelve, Hello Love WIP (74,587 | E) by watyonameisgurl:
In which Zayn comes back to him slowly…When Liam and Zayn were 12, Zayn suddenly went missing in the middle of the night. With no leads, no evidence of a break-in, and no requests for ransom the police eventually concluded that Zayn simply ran away and they closed the case. His family never believed it and neither did Liam.
10 years later Liam gets held hostage during a bank heist only to find that one of the robbers is Zayn. But he doesn’t seem to recognize Liam or even his own name. Liam tries to track Zayn down on his own, hesitant to involve the police who in his experience have proved to be untrustworthy more often than not. But then Liam starts noticing strange things in his apartment. His bedroom door closed halfway when he’s sure he left it all the way open; the tv remote sitting slightly further to the left than where he usually leaves it; a stray hair on the floor, darker and shorter than his own. At first he assumes it’s just the other boys messing with him but the longer it goes on the more he starts to wonder if he might actually be going crazy.
He doesn’t realize until it’s too late that while he’s been busy searching for Zayn all this time, Zayn has already found him.

**Zayn’s Body WIP (348,297| NR) by jaylanic:
Zayn is an asshole to everyone. Except for Liam. But when a demon takes over the body of the hottest guy in school after he gets too friendly with a sketchy band, Zayn Malik’s friends go to hell and back, literally, trying to save his soul.

A Little Bit Of Time WIP (91,552 | M) by Beautystream:
Zayn is totally is infatuated with his across the hall neighbor that goes by the name of Liam.
He has had a crush on this lad for nearly three years since he moved into the apartment complex. They’re acquaintances, but not anything more even though Zayn believes they are destined to be together.
Harry is married to his high school sweetheart, but is having a bit of trouble. Accusations of Louis cheating on him are making rounds. He isn’t sure what to believe anymore, but things aren’t adding up.
Louis slipped up once with this girl and after years of progress and trust building… but it’s happened again possibly.
Both boys are best mates and dealing with dramas, what will come to make life easier? When will things ease and be better again?
 


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Changkyun and Jooheon Gangster!AU

So, I got this for a request, originally, the person requested either member, but I thought, screw it! I’ll do both ^-^ So this is how it turned out in the end!

Lotto Love

~ Stitch

Jooheon

How he meets you:

Originally posted by changkyunsfw

(Y/N) was walking home from work in the early hours of the morning because hospital shifts are the worst, so being a nurse is great and all but when you see a person who is clearly screaming danger and is bleeding rather heavily while unconscious at a very unsociable hour (2 am lol), a normal person’s reaction would be to get the hell out of there. But being a nurse, (Y/N) has sworn to save any life that she can, so, against their better judgement, (Y/N) goes over to him where they immediately start to bandage gashes (most medical people tend to carry around some form of first aid equipment around with them). (Y/N) was also monitoring this person’s pulse and reaction levels. They stayed with this strange boy (he’s totes a man, but he looks so god damn squishy with those adorbs cheeks). Anywho, (Y/N) stayed with this person for five whole hours until they regained consciousness. As far as Jooheon was concerned, when he unexpectedly opened his eyes (he legit thought that he was going to die in this alley way ngl), he saw an angel. And from that day on Jooheon did his best to keep minor injuries so he could see (Y/N) again, I mean (Y/N) thought that it was pretty cute, but at the same time, they weren’t too impressed with the frequency that he was coming in with injuries.


How he asks you out:

Originally posted by vkookgotmeshook


Jooheon had honestly worked up all his courage for this moment. I mean, obviously he has courage, he’s part of a mafia but that courage is different to confessing attraction to a person and telling them what he does for a living while hoping and praying that they can see past the fact that he kills people and deals in drugs and whatnot. He honestly looked like he was going to pass out or throw up (maybe even both) when he went to go and pick (Y/N) up after their shift ended.
“So, uh, (Y/N) um…” was how this whole conversation started, after a little reassurance to keep talking from (Y/N) it all came out in a flood.
“I’m part of the X Mafia! But! I also really really like you!” He had blurted out while his cheeks flushed as red as apples. (Y/N) was pretty taken aback at how out the blue the whole thing had been, but hey,
“Jooheon, when I first saw you, I kind of figured that you didn’t have normal salary job”
“Oh…”

How you two end up married:

Originally posted by im-all-in-for-you


Jooheon and (Y/N) had been dating for like, a frickin decade (lol, jokes, not that long). It had been two years to the day when Jooheon took (Y/N) out to a little park that was super pretty in the evening when the weather was just perfect, light breeze but still warm enough that a jacket wasn’t completely necessary. Anywho, Jooheon had been planning this for absolutely ages! He had asked the other guys for tips, they all gave him absolutely useless information so he was left to watch chick flicks and look stuff up online. Anyway, He was so sure that he had everything sorted! Jooheon took (Y/N) through a small wooded area that would look creepy if (Y/N) didn’t know how much of a cutie patootie he was to them. Once he guided them both through the woods, (Y/N) was met with the prettiest scene before them, fireflies bobbed about and danced through the sky while gloxinia flowers (they mean love at first sight) spelt out the words that (Y/N) had been waiting for. ‘Will you marry me?’ and as (Y/N) turned around, Jooheon was already on one knee with a box in his hand. Opening the box and revealing the ring was all it took for (Y/N) to throw themselves into his arms wailing a ‘yes’ somewhere in between.

Chankyun

How he meets you:

Originally posted by bts-bap-trash

Changkyun and (Y/N) met at a high school reunion that Changkyun’s friends at the time had dragged him to against his will. (Y/N) had always been a rather quiet student that had never really grabbed anyone’s attention which was one of the reasons that they were standing alone and drinking alcohol while watching everyone mingling with old classmates. A sigh slipped past (Y/N)’s lips as their eyes scanned the crowd once again, stopping when a certain mobster caught their attention. Im Changkyun had always been a bit of a delinquent even in high school, so when some rumours spread through the old school years that he was part of a big time mafia, (Y/N) wasn’t particularly surprised. (Y/N) knew of him in high school but wasn’t associated or introduced to him in any way other than that they knew ‘of’ him. Either way, getting a little off topic here. (Y/N) stared at him for a little while thinking that he hadn’t really changed very much, still very attractive but taller and much more mature looking (In a mobster and intimidating way). Anywho, as (Y/N) was staring at Changkyun in interest, his eyes slid over to look straight back at (Y/N). However, they hadn’t actually noticed yet so a smirk couldn’t really help itself but to glide it’s way across Changkyun’s lips. Without hesitation, he made his way smoothly over. His suit was pretty damn fancy and the way he was holding his glass of whiskey was also pretty damn fine, not going to lie. When (Y/N) finally noticed that he was moving towards them, (he was like a meter away) they started to panic a little. But it was too late.
“Hey, It’s … (Y/N) … right?” He asked as he tilted his head slightly.
“Changkyun… right?” (Y/N) countered. Oh, how interesting Changkyun found this person to be.

How he asks you out:

Originally posted by kkngie

Changkyun had been keeping in contact with (Y/N) quite frequently over social media and he wasn’t as bad as they had assumed he would have been. Their communication started to get a little steamy though, it started with little jokes and general conversation but then it started to change and get a lot more sexual. Obviously they were both adults and they weren’t going to do anything completely stupid. (Y/N) originally just replied as a little joke but they started to get into it. Changkyun was very good at making people feel special, thankfully though, (Y/N) was able to figure this out and stopped replying to his messages and unfollowed him on social media. Fate, however, had different plans for the two of them. (Y/N) was out at a club with some friends from work. (Y/N) had decided to just let go and thought ‘fuck it’ while throwing drinks down the back of their throat like there was no tomorrow (lol, if this night went the wrong way, there probs wouldn’t be a tomorrow for (Y/N)). What Changkyun wasn’t expecting as he drowned his frustration in whiskey and vodka (mixing your spirits is never a good idea kids! Don’t copy Changkyun), anyway, he definitely wasn’t expecting to see (Y/N) dancing only a few meters away from him at the last place he thought he would ever see them. With alcohol coursing through his system, he stood and swerved around the meaningless people and beelined straight for (Y/N) where he immediately grabbed their face and kissed them hotly and with a fervor that he had never felt before. And the rest of the night was a bit of a blur if I’m being honest. But (Y/N) woke up, knowing for sure, that they did not own silk sheets and that their bed did not smell like a very expensive cologne, (Y/N) also knew, that they did not have a person in their single bed. (Yes,they did the do, the frick frack, the one night stand.)
“So,” Changkyun hummed in a deep pitch as he ruffled his hair, “want to go out?” He smirked as he pressed his lips to (Y/N)’s cheek.

How you two end up married:

Originally posted by officialmonstaxmemes


Changkyun and (Y/N) had been together for almost three years now and (Y/N) was waiting for the big moment when Changkyun was going to ask them to marry him. Days turned to weeks and weeks turned to months. (Y/N) was starting to expect that they were always only going to stay dating. Changkyun was wanting to get married too, unbeknownst to (Y/N). It’s just that he knows how dangerous his lifestyle is and he wouldn’t want to put his wife in unnecessary danger simply because of his last name. By this point (Y/N) was starting to consider just proposing to him instead if he wasn’t going to make the first move. The day that (Y/N) was going to ask him to get married, there was quite a big fight that had Changkyun way too occupied, so that chance was missed, another few months slipped by again after that. But one night, after Changkyun had managed to one way or another get (Y/N) into bed with him again for the fourth time that week. Anyway, as (Y/N) was lying there just thinking, Changkyun was scrolling through his phone as he broke the comfortable silence,
“Let’s get married, yeah.” He said it so matter of factly that it threw (Y/N) off a little. Didn’t take long for them to recover though,
“You’re asking me that now? Really?” (Y/N) frowned before continuing, “Where’s the romance Changkyun, Jesus!” They huffed as they pulled the bed sheets closer to their body.
“Well sorry, I didn’t realise you wanted a big song and dance about it.” Was all he had to say for himself as he continued to scroll while simultaneously handing (Y/N) a box with a ring inside.

anonymous asked:

RFA trying to get a hyper!MC to go to bed? Maybe she had wayyyy too much coffee or something? I really like your hcs so I wonder how you might do this one. Thank you! ^^

Aw thanks so much! It means so much to me that someone likes my writing! Sorry this took me a while… I don’t really know what it’s like to be hyper T - T

Yoosung

  • How could you have so much energy for 11:30 in the evening?
  • He stares at you from the couch as you time yourself for another round of 2048. Eyes glued to the screen, you play again and again, trying to beat your own five minute record.
  • Yoosung gets the uncomfortable feeling that that crazed expression on your face is similar to how he looks like when he plays LOLOL.
  • He becomes alarmed when he looks up from his notes an hour later to find you bustling about the kitchen trying to bake brownies. You were a terrible cook!
  • It was a dangerous idea to keep his eyes off of you for even a minute when you were in one of these moods.
  • You would become unpredictable and listless after a day spent lazing on the couch.
  • He supposes it makes sense for so much inactivity to make way for hyperactivity.
  • He stops working and approaches you.
  • “MC? Don’t you think it’s about time to go to bed?”
  • “No.”
  • “It’s getting late, and you didn’t really get a lot of sleep last night either…”
  • “No! I want to bake you something for breakfast. I’m not the best baker, but this time will be different. You like brownies, don’t you, Yoosung?~”
  • He scratches the back of his neck sheepishly. How was he going to get you to bed with that attitude? There would be no arguing with you now. Shouldn’t she still get some sleep, though?
  • Yoosung is too timid to protest, but he’s so worried that you’ll end up burning the flat down that he tries to stay awake to watch over you.
  • Before he knows it, his eyelids are drooping. He ends up falling asleep on the counter just before you’re about to stick the pan the in oven.
  • Luckily, you decide to stop when you see how exhausted your boyfriend is. He’s snoozing away with his head in his arms, snoring lightly with his mouth slightly open.
  • You feel guilty once you realise that you probably terrified him by trying to cook unsupervised. You poke his nose. “Yoosung?”
  • “Huh…? MC?”
  • “Let’s go to bed, okay?”
  • “That,” He says through a soft, half-lidded smile, “would be awesome.”

Jaehee

  • She suspects you’re tipsy, judging from the way you’ve been chattering away non-stop for the past half hour.
  • She pats herself on the back for not drinking herself. Leading you home when you were this excited was bad enough, but leading you home while both of you were intoxicated? Jaehee shivered t the thought of it.
  • She braces herself for a night of exasperation.
  • Being tipsy seemed to send you into a spontaneous burst of activity. All of a sudden her reserved girlfriend would be talking, eating, and laughing without pause.
  • Jaehee’s eyes widen in panic when you choose to sprint across the street and into the apartment building without so much as a glance at the passing traffic.
  • MC is really talented. Was she a gymnast in another life? Or perhaps a track star? If I’m not mistaken, she was wearing her six-inch stilettos just now, right?
  • She chases after you and finds you in the living room trying to draw a portrait of yourself and your darling “Baehee”.
  • Jaehee is surprised to discover that she finds this behavior endearing. Though, it’s unfortunate that you’ve nearly knocked the lamp over from laughing too hard when you forget to draw eyes on yourself.
  • “Baehee! Come look at this! Don’t I look like a mop?”
  • “MC? Isn’t it about time we get to bed?”
  • “Wait, wait, wait. Let me draw Zen in here, too.”
  • Jaehee bites her tongue to refrain from asking you to rethink your artistic interpretation of Zen. That’s a horse?! Please don’t tell me she’s saying that Zen is that horse.
  • “Look, Baehee! It’s Zen! He’s a pony because of his ponytail!”
  • Okay, now it’s definitely time for bed.
  • She’s gone crazy. The alcohol must be interfering with her memory…
  • “MC, let’s go to sleep now.”
  • “But why? Don’t you like my drawings?”
  • “Yes! But Zen would like this drawing even more! In fact, if you sleep now, maybe you can wake up early enough to catch him before his next rehearsal! In fact, I’ll join you!”
  • “Really?!”
  • “Yes! You’ve captured his likeness perfectly. He will be so glad to receive such a… lifelike portrait!”
  • You giggle before beaming back at her. “Okay! I’ll go get changed now. Don’t forget!”
  • Jaehee sighs and massages her temples.
  • I hope Zen will forgive me for this.

Zen

  • Maybe it wasn’t such a good idea to let you binge on all those sweets just because “A girl has to live every once in a while, OK?” 
  • He was getting drowsy, but you definitely weren’t. 
  • It was 1:30… You would typically be asleep by 11:00. 
  • As delightful as it was to see you acting so playful, you definitely didn’t giggle this much. Ever. And that half-crazed look in your eyes wasn’t normal either. 
  • You were totally on a sugar high. 
  • When you weren’t scrolling through memes or doubling over with laughter from the most insignificant of details, you would poke his cheek or tug on his shirt, asking him to feed you another bite of chocolate cake. 
  • It’s rare for Zen to be the one nagging you to go to bed. Still, he shakes his head and puts the plates away. “No, MC. It’s time to go to sleep. Don’t you have class tomorrow?”
  • “One more bite? Please~?” 
  • It takes everything in him to resist that pleading look on your face. Why does she have to be so cute? Maybe… No. No, Zen. Don’t give in. “Sorry, babe. Bedtime.” 
  • He turns to leave, but it takes him a few moments to realise that you haven’t been following along behind him. “MC?” Fuck! He walks back to the dining room. 
  • You’ve gone into the kitchen, opened the fridge, and were about to slice yourself another piece of cake. “NO!” 
  • He runs to the kitchen just before you’re about to take a bite, sweeping you into his arms bridal-style. “No! Zen! One more bite!” You struggle against him, but Zen only sighs and lifts you away.
  • He looks at you. “Be a good girl, please?” 
  • “But you always stay up this late…”
  • “Yeah, but you don’t.” 
  • Is surprised that he’s being the “responsible” one tonight. 
  • He tries to conceal his fatigue as he carries you up the stairs. Though, you’ve already taken notice of how tired his eyes look. 
  • “I guess I shouldn’t have had all that chocolate, huh?”
  • He laughs. “Maybe not.”
  • Zen smiles when kiss him on the cheek and say you’ll “be a good girl tonight” just for him. 

Jumin 

  • He doesn’t understand where all your energy is coming from.
  • He himself was exhausted from the party the two of you had just attended, yet here you are - multitasking like there’s no tomorrow.
  • Jumin has to admit that it takes some skill to be able to keep Elizabeth the 3rd fully occupied while simultaneously building a tower out of a deck of cards. 
  • However, he also thinks that your constant laughter coupled with the frantic way you’re running about is rather unusual. 
  • He finds it entertaining until you’re holding Elizabeth the 3rd up in the air the way Rafiki held Simba up on Pride Rock in the Lion King - it’s giving him flashbacks of Saeyoung and he definitely isn’t having any more of that. 
  • He gets up and pries Elizabeth free from your grasp. 
  • “But, Jumin! How can I make a card palace for Elizabeth if I can’t even tell if she’s going to fit in it?
  • “MC? Don’t you think it’s time to go to bed?”
  • You frown. “No.” 
  • “No?”
  • “I don’t think I can go to bed. There’s so much to do! Tell me- have you ever built a tower from marshmallows and uncooked pasta? Oh! I should make a tower for Elizabeth! Give her here, Jumin. Elizabeth~” 
  • Oh boy. He gets the idea you’ll be up to nonsense until morning if he doesn’t get you into bed now. Besides, he doesn’t want to see anyone rough-housing with Elizabeth - the poor thing looked terrified. 
  • “Elizabeth the 3rd and I will be going to bed now.”
  • “No!” You whine. “She’s meant to be the highlight of my creation.”
  • “It’s late, MC. Let’s get to bed. Please?” He watches you contemplate his suggestion before adding, “Bed, MC. Or I’ll make you.”
  • He meant for that line to imply some innuendo, so it’s a bit of a blow to his pride when you narrow your eyes at that last remark. How infuriating. Finally, he promises that Elizabeth the 3rd can sleep next to you if you agree to go to bed now. 
  • The enthusiasm at which you accept that concession almost makes him want to pout. Elizabeth over me…?
  • He realises he’s lost when you turn to him from the top of stairs and ask. “I really am feeling restless, Jumin. Should I take a shower? Or will you make me do that, too?” 

707/Saeyoung

  • He doesn’t find anything unusual at first. Sure, he thought you were a bit more lively than usual - after all, trying to teach yourself how to juggle at 10:00 is a bit eccentric even for Saeyoung. 
  • But he knows something is off when you suggest doing pilates this late in the evening. He raises a brow at you. But… she hates physical activity…
  • Now you’ve stolen his glasses and are giggling at your own appearance in front of the mirror. Yeah, okay. She’s acting strange.
  • “MC? Why is the coffee pot empty?”
  • “I drank it all~” You reply, flashing him a satisfied smile. 
  • There’s no way he’s going to let you pull an all nighter. He’s experienced firsthand what you’re like when you’ve been deprived of sleep and he isn’t exactly fond of the zombie you become. 
  • Saeyoung tries to lure you to bed in a playful way. 
  • “Hey, MC! I’ve got a really good idea.”
  • You look up from the robot dog you’ve been decking out with ribbons. “What is it?”
  • “Let’s play a game.”
  • “Yes!”
  • “I’ll hide my glasses, and you’ll try to find them. The winner gets one free wish.” 
  • “You’re on!” 
  • He’s blind for the next hour and a half, but the effort wears you out. You had climbed bookshelves and crouched down to check the undersides of his sports cars - all to no avail. 
  • Saeyoung can’t believe his plan worked. He thought you would lose focus and set about doing some other silly task - like decking him out with ribbons, for example. 
  • He melts when he sees you yawning because the sight of it reminds him of a puppy. “Saeyoung? I think I lost.”
  • “Yeah?”
  • You rub your eyes. “Where are they? Your glasses? Aren’t you blind right now?”
  • “I am. But now that you’ve lost you have to grant my wish.”
  • “Hmph. Don’t say something corny like ‘be mine forever’. I’ll punch you.” 
  • Saeyoung laughs. I knew she’d say that. “No. For now Iet’s just get some rest. Okay?”
  • You nod and give him a thumbs up. “You’ve got it, Captain.” He tucks you into bed and settles in beside you, chuckling to himself as he removes his glasses from the back of your hoodie. 
Glitch In The Matrix Stories #3

Too Much Tea

This takes place on a weekday night about two years ago. My friend and I are juniors in college, hanging out in the common room of my dorm (no drugs, no alcohol, not tired). After we decide we’ve done enough homework for one lifetime, we go to the CVS down the street, more out of boredom rather than hunger. We get there and notice there’s a 2/$1 sale on Arizona Iced Tea. 

Since Arizona Iced Tea is the nectar of the gods and since it’s such a bargain, we buy two. I get the raspberry flavor because why would you get something else. My friend is being “adventurous” and gets the grapeade one (even though everyone knows anything grape flavored tastes like Children’s Motrin). I’m a supportive friend so whatever. We buy our Arizona Iced Teas and walk out.

Once outside, my friend is so eager to try his new grapeade that he opens it and in the process, breaks off the little metal tab on his can. I laugh. He puts it in his pocket. I ask him how the grapeade tastes. He says it’s fine. I know it’s horrible. I open my raspberry iced tea and stick to the true gospel.

We make it back to my common room, and watch some TV (…on Youtube, on my laptop). We’re watching some quality entertainment aka Maury, sipping on our Arizona Iced Tea. It’s like an average Tuesday night. And then at one point, I go to sip my raspberry iced tea, and I just stare at it for a while. My friend looks over (you know something is wrong if someone can pull away their eyes from a Maury episode) and says, “What’s wrong?”

I’m just staring at my iced tea can, trying to figure out why I’m staring at it. I say, “I don’t know. Something’s just different.” And then the big gaping hole in my can hits me. “Oh I just don’t remember breaking the tab off my can.”

We look at my can and the metal tab is gone. Huh. Ok. And my friend is like “Oh yeah I did that to mine too, remember?” He picks up his grapeade and the metal tab to his can… is there. HUH. OK.

We both remember him ripping off the metal tab on the grapeade outside the CVS. He even reaches in his pocket and pulls out the metal tab that allegedly had broken off his can. But now his can is cured and mine is the one with the missing tab. We are both stunned.

The metal tab fits onto my can as well as any broken metal tab can, but we are both certain that we never switched drinks (like I would be caught dead holding grapeade), I didn’t break my tab off at any point, and I was staring at my can for so long because something had clearly changed in the last 10 seconds.

We have no explanation for this. We laughed it off at the time so we understand when other people laugh at us. But this really minor, seemingly trivial event really freaked us out. This will henceforth be known as The Great Arizona Iced Tea Switch Glitch of Late 2013.

Credits to: waytoomuchtea

Horoscope On Radio Told My Mom She Was Pregnant With Me

My mom told me this story. When she was 32 she was tired and nauseous for a week or so and thought she pregnant as my parents were trying for a baby.

She took a test, negative. Went to the doctor, blood tests again not only showed she wasn’t pregnant, but going through early menopause. She was devastated.

Shortly after her visit with the doctor, she was at home cleaning the house. She was listening to the radio (this is way back in 1981), and it said, “Capricorn, don’t worry, you’re pregnant”.

She thought to herself, “well that’s ridiculous, why would they say that to every Capricorn listening?”

Not long after, another trip to the doctor confirmed she was indeed pregnant.

Credits to: ranna35

I’ve Either Been Drugged, I’m Losing My Sanity, Or I’m Literally Teleporting - My Most Profound “Glitch” Yet

So, I’m a security guard working 12 hour shifts midnight to noon on a large 3-building campus. I’ve had one or two weird things happen before, but never anything like this.

At 2:31 am I was walking back from a patrol in another building when all of the sudden I got this pang of electricity. It felt like I got electrocuted; I stopped in my tracks, the wind was knocked out of me, and everything was buzzing. It was like a jolt of energy was sent up my spine, and it felt like getting tased in the back while standing in front of a massive sub woofer.

I didn’t know what to think about this. I assumed it was like when you turn your head the wrong way and you get that twinge in your neck, but it was like that for the whole body. I moved on feeling bewildered.

Later, at 4:27am, I was outside walking the perimeter of two of the three office buildings on campus. I had 3 minutes left on my podcast and decided to take another loop to let it finish before I got back to my post.

23 seconds later I all of the sudden became aware that I was somewhere I shouldn’t be if I had only been walking 23 seconds; I had almost completed the loop - something I know for a fact takes about 3 minutes at average walking speed. I’ve been doing it every night for more than 6 months.

I know it was exactly 23 seconds because I instantly paused the podcast, and I remember at what point in the podcast I had made the decision to take another loop, and I paused it the moment I realized something was wrong.

At this point I’m completely bewildered and confused and convinced I’m going crazy. I know I wasn’t walking backwards, I didn’t change directions, and there are no shortcuts I could have taken. I even went back and timed how long it takes to do the loop at a normal walking pace (~3min 20 sec), and powerwalking/light jog (~1 min 45 sec).

At 4:45 am I drew the last straw. I scanned my ID badge to enter the building and go back to my post, and stopped to go to the bathroom on the way. When I came out of the bathroom, I SHIT YOU NOT I WAS IN A DIFFERENT BUILDING.

My mind was literally blown. I was frozen with existential dread. I could not/can not logically accept what my senses were/are telling me. Bewildered, I walked out of the building and into the correct one I was in when I walked into the bathroom.

I was telling myself that I just wasn’t paying attention and walked into the wrong bathroom. Then I realized that the bathrooms are completely different, and wanted to confirm.

I walked back to the other building, when my mind proceeded to blow itself AGAIN. MY ID BADGE DOES NOT OPEN THE DOORS TO THIS BUILDING. There is a separate badge that is kept in a drawer at my post that the guards share to patrol this particular building. There is no way I could have accidentally walked into this building; it would have rejected my ID and the doors would have remained locked.

After I go back and grab the right badge, I confirm that the two bathrooms are a completely different layout, and opposite color. I’ve never used the bathroom in the “glitchy” building before; it’s brown and yellow with wooden counters, whereas the one I use about 8 times per shift (16 times per week, 64 times a month, ~384 times total) is two different shades of blue with marble counters. They look completely different and I’m fairly certain I remember the bathroom I used being blue with marble.

So, yeah. This event is by far the most profound “paranormal-ish” event I have experienced in my life as of yet. I can’t think of a logical scenario that explains all three experiences I had, other than I’m going insane.

Credits to: cyntrix

Reoccurring Dream Character Showing Up In Family And Friend’s Dreams As Well

So this all started last summer I believe, when I had an abnormally vivid dream. In it, I was attending a large conference I’d been too many times IRL with a bunch of my friends and their families. I was standing in a long line for either a book signing or food (to this day I can’t remember which) and stood behind one of my friend’s dad. 

Then, as I was standing there at the end of the line, this guy comes up and stands behind me. I remember the details of what he looked like in my mind so clearly I could probably describe him to a police sketch artist and get a completely accurate image. The short version I’d give is that he was like a really good looking suburban dad. He was pretty tall, just slightly taller than I am, with blonde, combed back hair and really clear and hard blue eyes. His facial features were very sharp and angular, and he had thinner than average lips and a sharp nose. He was wearing a red, button down plaid shirt, which was one of the first things that caught my eye. 

The most distinctive thing about him though was his presence. Calling the feeling that I got when he walked up “uneasy” would be vastly understating the deeply unsettling nature of his presence. I don’t remember much of what happened in the dream after that, because I left the line in a hurry and woke up not long after.

Over the next three or four days, I had two more dreams with this character in them. In one, I was browsing my phone and I happened to look up at my window and see him standing outside, and in the other, I saw him on the news, the reporter saying he was working with some sinister entity or organization. This alone would have been enough to weird me out, but the weirdness doesn’t end there.

One day, my good buddy and I were talking about dreams, and I happened to mention that I had a really vivid dream about this conference, which he had also attended. He responded that he had also recently had a dream about the conference. He then began to recite back to me the exact dream I had dreamED two and a half weeks before. 

About halfway through, I started confirming details with him, like the line, the dad standing in front, and the weird guy in the plaid shirt. My friend starts getting more worked up as we go back and forth confirming details of the dream and this guy’s appearance, which he also vividly remembered. He tells me that before he had this particular dream that we’d apparently both had, he had seen the guy before in another dream, and also felt really uneasy about him. 

His previous dream had involved him helping a girl escape from a trafficking ring, and at one point in the dream, the man in the plaid shirt had showed up and appeared to be the head of the ring or at least involved with it. We were both pretty freaked out by this, but the weirdest part was yet to come.

About two months later, I was talking with my mom. She was telling me about this bizarre dreams he had the previous night, in which she was fleeing from a tornado that was making it’s way towards our house. She told me how in the dream, she had gone downstairs and hid in the closet, only for the wall to be ripped off by the tornado, providing a view of the driveway. She described how when the tornado got to the edge of the driveway, it suddenly began to spin out and dissipate, twisting and transforming into a large mangled metal girder that fell to the ground. 

Then, she said, the next thing that happened was really vivid and unsettling. She said that the metal stood up and turned into a man with a plaid shirt. I got chills when she told me this, and I started quizzing her on details. Everything was exactly the same as I had remembered. Sharp features, cold eyes, blonde hair, red plaid shirt.

I have never seen anyone matching this description before in real life. I never told my mom or friend or anyone else about this guy before they told me about their dreams, and they were both legitimately shocked to hear that I had seen the same character, whom I have taken to calling Plaidshirt Guy.

Credits to: BookwyrmBOTPH

Penny For A Cup

Pairing: Sam x Reader
Characters: Sam, Reader, Dean
Warnings: fluff, light swearing, little bit of angst, businessman!Sam, barista!reader, coffee shop AU
Summary: The reader owns a little coffee shop in New York city called, The Manhattan Mocha, and Sam Winchester is a frequent costumer of hers. She’s always had a slight crush on the sharp business man who comes in for coffee everyday, and has even memorized his order: black coffee, double shot of expresso- intriguing and mysterious just as he is. 
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“Morning, (Y/N)!” You hear a string of your coworkers call as you walk through the front door, the jingle of its bell ringing through the shop. Looking past the counter where you’d start working in a few minutes, your eyes found a home on the blackboard above- and your shop’s name written in an exquisite cursive in the center. 

The Manhattan Mocha, aka your manifestation of a dream you’d had since middle school- to own your own coffee shop. Originally you’d come to New York to go to law school- Cornell, actually- but two years in you took a look at your life and found that you hated it. The same morning you realized that even if you made it through school, the pencil pushing would never end, so you’d decided to make a change. You’d given it all up, your degree, your spot at one of the nation’s top schools, and the future financial stability you craved. 

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anonymous asked:

my baby amy 1000% has drawn on jake somewhere...tiny drawibgs of suns n flowers n hearts (once it was a doodle of them holdin hands with lil hearts all around with mrs. santiago-peralta written under amy's stick figure . jake combusts) one time he lets amy paint on his back nd jacob nearly faints because wtftstfffsf he finds it So Hot nd simultaneously the cutest thing ???? that's happened in his life ever ??? she's so excited and proud afterwards that he cant help but melt into a puddle and die

this fuckigggnnnn. I’m actually officially Deceased thanks for having me world I’m out

here are some HCs you didn’t ask for!!!


  • Amy is, by no means, an amazing artist. Drawing/doodling is a habit of hers from college- when she was studying for her History of Art finals she’d remember certain movements or artists with little symbols or mini-artworks. (Her personal favourite, though definitely not her most complex, is her little stick-figure posed like Rodin’s The Thinker.)
  • Nowadays her doodles are pretty much reserved for scrap/loose notes she’ll make during a case, but occasionally her coffee cup or her napkin will leave her covered in little flowers and symbols. 
  • One of the first things Jake picks up on in their partnership, in the very early years, is that when she’s stressed, or overworked, she’ll resort to writing lists on her wrists, just under her shirt, so as not to affect her professional appearance.
  • Before their romantic relationship began, she had drawn on him once, and only once- a jumbled-together to-do list, while they were both working late at the precinct. It’s a mix of groceries she needed to buy, the number of a contractor recommended by her mother, a reminder for an appointment with her nurse, and a little doodle of a book to remind her to stop by the library.
  • The first time she draws on his skin while they’re in a relationship, the pen she’s using tickles so much that it startles him out of his skin and he jumps so hard she ends up in a fit of giggles. She’s seen this man take down dangerous criminals and he’s momentarily quite genuinely frightened by a ball-point pen on his forearm.

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Sidney Crosby #5 - Fight

Anon asked: Could you please do Sid Crosby where you guys get into a fight because when you’re fighting or he’s mad/annoyed with you, he always talks down to you, scolds you and makes sarcastic remarks (like laughs and stuff at the things you say when you fight) and you’ve had enough of him handling himself that way. Ty

I didn’t do so much with the laughing at you but there is definitely some talking down. I guess this could be classified then as angst. I hope you enjoy! 


You knew that with a dream job of being a teacher that money would always be something you had to think about. For your boyfriend Sidney, it was almost the opposite. While he never intentionally flaunted his money, he never had to think twice when making a purchase, no matter the amount. You on the other hand, had to carefully plan a budget going into the school season. The fourth graders you taught were the best but that didn’t mean they weren’t expensive. They blew through art supplies like nobody’s business and it resulted in you picking up some of the after school shifts for extra cash.

This wasn’t a hardship by any means. These kids were generally well behaved while waiting for their parents. It was your boyfriend that started to pose a problem.

It was around six when the last kid was finally picked up but you still had some things to sort in your room so it wasn’t until closer to seven when you finally got home. You had just sat down when your phone began ringing from your coat pocket across the room. With a groan you dragged yourself up to answer it.

“Hello?”

“Babe?”

“Sid?”

“I should hope no one else is calling you babe,” he joked.

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A little something about Xander in FE: Heroes’s storyline (early game spoilers)...

Disclaimer and summary: some Xander/Corrin implications in the game. If you are oppose to this pairing, then you can scroll pass this. I will mainly be talking about a quote from Xander in Chapter 2, so also avoid this if you care about spoilers this early in this game.

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