oh god here comes the worst part

Inspired by this video + 

thanks to @ziampoets for the inspiration too, here’s a first part of a possible story to come some of which is under the cut as it’s 

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“This is the worst idea you’ve ever had Harry, even worse than the time you put me on that tv show for kids where I got gunged so I’d do better in the charts and I ended up getting covered in yellow god knows what and my single went down 20 places.”

Zayn glares at Harry whose facial expression changes several times from one of mock outrage to indignation to a smug smile.

“Yeah but the fun we had on all the Christmas cards and Birthday cards you received in the year after that though with your pouty face and that expensive haircut covered in yellow stuff, I mean who cares about your career when you give us material like that for years.”

Zayn mutters a swear word or three under his breath and questions once more why on earth he picked Harry Styles as his manager then as the driver stops the car and turns round from his seat to say, “We’ve arrived,” and Zayn looks out the window at the sign, he just wishes he could steal Marty McFly’s car and basically go back to when he ended up sat next to Harry at an event four years ago, and sit anywhere else but there.

The door opens next to him and Harry’s there holding it open and gesturing with a flourish towards the pavement and Zayn could hold the driver hostage, go back home and get his passport and travel to Australia and hide somewhere in the outback but Harry would probably be there first so there’s no use delaying the inevitable so he mutters a, “I really hate you,” which doesn’t even sound convincing to his own ears and jumps out the car.

It’s quiet on the streets but then again it would be as it’s just after 5am because this what he’s about to do, or think about doing more like, is top secret for at least a few more weeks and though it’s not the first time Zayn’s been up at 5am, it’s the first time he’s been up at 5am to go the gym.

He looks up at the sign, “Metaboli London’ and he could say no right now, he could turn away right now and Harry would try and persuade him, but ultimately Harry never forces anything, just like the gunge tank tv show, just like everything, and that’s why they work so well cause Harry as much as Zayn hates it, gets these things right and that’s why Zayn never says no, cause the reason his single plummeted twenty places was because it just wasn’t very good and yes he could say no to all this, and it goes so far against the grain that it’s crazy and yet he feels like if he doesn’t just try then he’ll regret it so before Harry can say anything before he can be that cajoling voice that’s more like his mum when he was trying to ride a bike for the first time,  Zayn, strides forward and opens the door calling out, “Well are you coming?” before Harry can even blink.

Zayn’s not the first one there, there’s a few faces he recognises, the people Harry had mentioned would be taking part.  He kind of knows a couple of them already, at least to say hello to, or in Louis Tomlinson’s case sing along drunkenly to Oasis songs at 4am at some crap showbiz party a few years back.

There’s a couple of daytime tv celebs and then a few others milling around who he sort of recognises but hasn’t a clue who they are and well, if he signs up to this, officially that is, then he guesses he’ll know them pretty damn well by the end of this journey.

“Here you go,”  Harry slips a bottle of water into Zayn’s hand which Zayn pulls his face at.

“Water?  Seriously Harry, does my face look like the face of a man that can even hold a conversation with someone at this time of the morning without a coffee in my hand or what?”

“Well it can definitely whinge for England at this time of the morning,” Harry responds drily, “Anyway, coffee dehydrates you and your body my friend needs to become a temple in the coming weeks if you aren’t gonna collapse and die on the first day out there so quit whining, have a sip or two of water and then, oh hey up, I think your motivation just walked into the room.”

Harry finishes his sentence with an accompanying waggle of his eyebrows and that’s all Zayn needs to know that someone fit’s walked into the room though fit in Harry’s eyes is a whole different kettle of fish to Zayn’s view of fit, but the sound of a someone clearing their throat pulls Zayn away from that thought as he undoes the lid of the bottle, turns around and well, okay maybe Harry’s idea of ‘fit’ isn’t all that different after all.

There are three fellas in front of them, two of them are engaged in conversation and nudging into each other laughing, one of them’s got bleached blonde hair with little bits of brown poking through at the roots, he’s whippet thin but there’s a solidity to him that speaks of someone able to take care of himself, and then the other guy is bigger and taller, dark haired and even from a little way away, Zayn can hear his Irish accent.  

Then there’s the other guy who’s stood a little bit further apart,  he’s about the middle in terms of height and size, he’s got hair and a lot of it, that looks far too artfully styled almost for this time of the morning and for a gym, and brown eyes, and even from here Zayn can appreciate the fella’s lips especially as he chews at them, he’s got a pair of pale yellow  jogging bottoms on and a cream coloured top on, just like the smaller bloke, he’s whippet thin but as the guy puts his hands on his hips and blows out what seems to be a frustrated breath, Zayn can see his arm muscles and well, fuck, no one told him he’d have to wear looser jogging bottoms today.

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Jealous (Jefferson x reader)

You’d just gotten into the elevator when you heard someone shout out;

‘Hold the door!’

Before you could press the appropriate button, a hand stuck itself between the two doors.  The hand was attached to a man in a green suit, which was oddly tasteful–you’d never known someone could pull off an entirely green suit.

‘Hi,’ said the man.  ‘My name’s Alexander Hamilton, nice to meet you.’

You opened your mouth to respond but you were cut off–‘Are you new here?’

‘Hi, I’m Y/N, yes I’m new here.  Do you have any more questions?’ you asked jokingly.

‘Yes, actually!’ Alexander exclaimed.  You groaned but he continued anyway, relentlessly asking questions.  Still, you thought, it could be worse.

Eventually, you reached your new office.  You waited for Alexander to stop talking but he didn’t catch the queue.  Eventually, you had to interrupt him.

‘I need to work now, Alexander,’ you said, amused.

‘Okay, see you!’  Alexander walked off briskly.  Did he do everything at full speed?  As soon as he was gone a new face appeared in the doorway.  The first thing you noticed was the shockingly purple suit the man was wearing.  Did everyone here wear bright suits?

‘Hamilton?  Not really my first choice of company…’

Pompous much?  ‘Nice to meet you too.  I’m Y/N.’

‘Thomas Jefferson,’ he said, and held out his hand for you to shake.  You stared at him with your eyebrow raised, and left him hanging.  What kind of grown man doesn’t even introduce himself before he starts throwing shade?

Eventually Jefferson withdrew his hand.  ‘I see how it is,’ he said coldly, and stalked out of the office.

In the next few weeks, you settled down at work.  Alexander quickly became a close, if still occasionally obnoxious, friend, whereas Jefferson became a rival.  And yet, you couldn’t help notice the way Jefferson was when he wasn’t around you.  Yes, he was obnoxious, but so was Alexander, and you came to recognize Jefferson had his own way of caring.  And that his suit wasn’t that garish, and actually looked quite good on him.  And that he looked quite good in general–woah, let’s stop that train of thought right there.  We’re still rivals, you reminded yourself.  No matter how handsome Jefferson may be.

Of course, Alexander had noticed your petty crush and, after the initial disgust, had taken to teasing you relentlessly.

‘Had that feelings talk with Jefferson yet?’ he’d say.  ‘Shut up, Alexander,’ you’d reply.
Today was a 4th of July party; the whole office had been invited, and there you were, sitting in the corner alone.  Alexander was on the dance floor, grinding on Laurens in the most obscene way, Herc hadn’t even shown up and Laf had completely blacked out.

Eventually Laurens had to shove Alexander off.  Laughing, Alexander walked over to you.

‘How are you doing, lonely?’  He was clearly tipsy, if not more.

‘I’m doing fine, Alexander,’ you said, amused.

‘Come on,’ he whined.  ‘Don’t you want to go talk to Thomas over there?’  Alexander threw in a wink at the last part.

‘Alexander,’ you hissed.  ‘Not now!  Go back to humping Laurens.’

He chuckled; ‘Nah, we’re saving that for later.’

You playfully shoved him, trying to act scandalized.  ‘You are shameless, Alexander!  Shameless!’

‘Hey!’ Alexander exclaimed, and his eyes widened like they always did when he got an idea.  Oh god, you thought, mentally preparing for the worst.

‘Do you think Thomas will come over here if I do this?’  And then Alexander practically climbed into your lap.

Okay.  You clearly hadn’t prepared enough.  ‘Alexander!  This is not how I want this talk with Jefferson to go!  I’ll have it when I want to.’

‘But you’ll never get around to it!’ he whined, refusing to budge.

Suddenly, someone shoved Alexander off your lap.  You looked up and, just as Alexander predicted, it was Thomas.

‘Get off Y/N,’ he growled.

‘Why?’ Alexander asked.  ‘Do you have some claim to Y/N I didn’t know about?’

Alexander turned to you, feigning shock.  ‘Y/N!  Why didn’t you tell me?’

It took everything you had not to laugh.  Jefferson grabbed your hand.

‘Let’s go.’

He dragged you away from the corner, away from the party; he didn’t let go of your hand until the two of you were outside.  It was nighttime and there weren’t any lights outside–you strained to make out Jefferson’s face.

‘What was that?’ he asked you angrily.

‘What was what?’ you responded.

‘That show with Hamilton.’  Jefferson looked disgusted at the mere mention of what had occurred.  Had Alexander been… right?  No, you doubted it.  But…

‘Are you jealous, Jefferson?’

He looked taken aback.  If you could have seen in the darkness, you would have noticed a light blush dusted across Jefferson’s cheeks.

‘No!’ he exclaimed violently.

‘Oh!  So are you just disgusted by any display of Hamilton’s sexual side?’  You could tell Jefferson had cringed when you said ‘sexual side’.  You’d have cringed too, if you didn’t find this whole situation so amusing.

‘Yes,’ Jefferson sighed, frustrated.  His answer made you grin smugly–he’d waltzed right into your trap.

‘So then why weren’t you this upset when Hamilton had been gyrating against Laurens on the dance floor?’

‘What?’  Jefferson’s shocked face made your smile grow even wider.

‘You heard me right,’ you said, walking closer to Jefferson.  ‘If you’re so upset at any display of Hamilton’s sexual side, why didn’t you drag Laurens off the dance floor?’

By the time you were done talking, you were so close to Jefferson you were almost stepping on his toes.

‘Well,’ Jefferson stammered.  ‘Well… it’s different!’

‘How so?’ you asked coquettishly.

Suddenly Jefferson’s hand grabbed your wrist and yanked you even closer.  You felt a pair of lips descend onto yours hungrily and you smiled into the kiss.  It was rough and demanding and you gave everything you had, running your fingers through his hair and when he tasted with his tongue, surprisingly gentle, you opened your mouth with a low moan.

Eventually you had to pull apart.

‘You know,’ you murmured, ‘I’m almost glad Alexander decided to give me an impromptu lap dance.’

‘I never thought I’d say this,’ Jefferson began, ‘but me too.’

As you gave Jefferson a kiss on the cheek, you decided not to tell him about Alexander’s antics.

‘See you later?’ you asked.

‘Definitely,’ Jefferson said, holding out his hand.  You intertwined your fingers with his and let him lead you back into the party, hopeful for what the future held for the two of you.

Precious Little Friend - Chapter 3

Group/Member: EXO/All Members

Genre: Angst, Monster!au

Warnings: EXPLICIT CONTENT. Mentions of blood, kidnapping, panic attacks, and violence. Contains foul language.

Word Count: 1200

Summary: The boys were going to battle, but when someone they care about gets involved, things get a bit too personal.

Requested: No

Author’s Note: ((PLEASE READ!!)) How’s it goin’ babes?? You doin’ good? lol well here is the 3rd chapter of PLF!! This one is A LOT more violent compared to the last two chapters, as it will mostly be explaining what happens to Paige while she is in the hands of the enemy. If you are sensitive to that kind of stuff, please feel free to skip this chapter. I don’t want anyone to feel uncomfortable!! For those of you who want to continue reading, please enjoy! ^-^

- Admin Bekah

Chapters: Ch. 1, Ch. 2, Ch. 3

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(A/N: lmao I guess this is going to be the official GIF for this series)

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anonymous asked:

CAN YOU IMAGINE A WITCH CURSING DEREK SO HE CAN ONLY SAY 'JUST GIRLY THINGS' QUOTES!! CAN YOU IMAGINE?! THE PACK WOULD NONSTOP LAUGH WHILE DEREK GETS ALL HUFFY AND BLUSHING THEN STILES (of course) WOULD EVENTUALLY NOTICE HOW IT FRUSTRATES DEREK SO MUCH AND TRY TO HELP AND GET THE PACK TO HELP! THEY HUNT DOWN THE WITCH AND SHE SAYS THE CURSE WILL REVERSE IF DEREK SAYS THE ONE QUOTE THAT IS TRUE AND LOVEY DOVEY! THEN CAUSE ANGST IS A BITCH, DEREK GETS DOWN WHEN STILES BEGINS TALKING ABOUT (1/2)

CAITLIN OR HEATHER DURING A PACK MEETING AND HE SAYS ACCIDENTALLY “trying to forget him but he’s all you think about”. STILES THEN PROMPTLY FREAKS OUT AND LYDIA AND ALLISON CLEARS EVERYONE OUT CAUSE SOME FLUFFY SHITS ABOUT TO GO DOWN! STILES IS JUST THERE LIKE A CARTOON WITH HIS DRAW DROPPING, AND THEN IT GETS HELLA FLUFFY AND THEY KISS. DEREK PULLS BACK AND SAYS “I fucking hate witches” AS HE RESTS HIS HEAD AGAINST STILES’! HOLY CRAP! SORRY ABOUT THE CAPS I CAN’T STOP :D I LOVE YOUR BLOG

YES. OH MY GOD NONNIE YES.

Okay, but hear me out. What if all the “girly quotes” have to be things Derek already knows, and Derek is a giant book nerd, right? So the closest thing he gets to “girly quotes” are all the classic romance novels he has read! So he just randomly starts quoting lines from Pride and Prejudice and Jane Eyre and every other romantic novel he has read under the sun. 

SO PICTURE THIS. Derek watching Stiles pouring through books on how to reverse the spell because the pack is not tracking the witch down fast enough and Derek’s condition is getting worse. And it warms Derek’s heart that Stiles is doing that for him. Sure, he is still teasing him at every opportunity and he may also have recorded Derek more than once for “blackmail purposes”, but the point is Derek knows the only kind of “blackmail” Stiles would ever carry out would be food related. And maybe Derek starts thinking about what it would be like to argue with Stiles over dinner every night, playing rock-paper-scissors to see who would wash the dishes, and he doesn’t mean to but accidentally just starts quoting the letter from Persuasion?!?! Do you know the one, nonnie?!?!   “You pierce my soul. I am half agony, half hope. Tell me not that I am too late, that such precious feelings are gone for ever.” And Scott, who has been standing beside him the whole time, probably drops the mug he is holding, staring at Derek wide-eyed because what?! And Derek looks at him pleadingly because Stiles didn’t hear and he doesn’t want to bring him into this, not when he’s pretty convinced he is dating Caitlin. Stiles hasn’t actually said anything like that, but this is Derek, so of course he thinks Caitlin is a fool if she is not dating Stiles. But Scott just smiles and pats him on the back and tells him not to worry. Whatever that means. 

BUT THE WORST PART IS AFTER THE FREAK OUT. ALLSION AND LYDIA HAVE CLEARED EVERYONE OUT AND, OH GOD, DEREK FEELS IT COMING, HE KNOWS HE CAN’T STOP IT. HE WISHES HE COULD BECAUSE STILES HASN’T SAID A THING, IS PROBABLY TRYING TO FIND A WAY TO LET DEREK DOWN GENTLY, BUT NOPE, HE’S NOT GOING TO GET A CHANCE BECAUSE HERE COMES THE LOVE SPEECH FROM PRIDE AND PREJUDICE!!!! “In vain have I struggled. It will not do. My feelings will not be repressed. You must allow me to tell you how ardently I admire and love you.“

And Derek is just so completely embarrassed, he can feel his cheeks heating up, but he can’t turn away, all he can do is look at Stiles. Stiles who frowns, making Derek’s stomach sink even further, BUT THEN STILES IS TAKING OUT HIS PHONE. And it’s silent for a few minutes while Stiles is obviously trying to find something, reading it, and then he’s saying: “Do I love you? My god, if your love were a grain of sand, mine would be a universe of beaches.” 

AND DEREK KNOWS THAT QUOTE. IT’S FROM THE PRINCESS BRIDE. AND THAT IS DEREK’S FAVOURITE BOOK OF ALL TIME. HE KNOWS THAT BOOK BETTER THAN THE BACK OF HIS OWN HAND. And Stiles just smiles, shrugging, saying something about him finding Derek’s copy- a Spanish translation I may add, because Derek is a dork- in his room. It was well thumbed and Stiles assumed, well, he assumed right. As always. 

BUT DEREK ISN’T REALLY HEARING ANY OF THIS BECAUSE IS STILES SAYING WHAT HE THINKS STILES IS SAYING?

AND THEN STILES JUST ROLLS HIS EYES AND DEREK HEARS SCOTT SAY FROM SOMEWHERE OUTSIDE- HE HAS NO DOUBT EVERYONE IS JUST ON THE OTHER SIDE OF THE DOOR LISTENING- HE’S NOT DATING CAITLIN, THAT ALL STILES EVER TALKS ABOUT LATELY IS HIM. 

AND WAIT. WHAT?

AND THEN KISSING HAPPENS.

AND THEY LIVE HAPPILY EVERY AFTER.

AND MAYBE THE REST OF THE PACK FIND THE WITCH BUT STILES MAKES THEM PROMISE NOT TO TELL DEREK BEFORE THEY’VE HAD SEX. BECAUSE REASONS.

WHICH OF COURSE LEADS TO THEM MAKING THE MUSHIEST KIND OF LOVE, WITH DEREK SPOUTING ROMANTIC SONNETS AND QUOTES LEFT RIGHT AND CENTRE WHILE STILES RIMS HIM LOVINGLY. 

THE END.

i think something that isn’t discussed enough is that - for LGBT people, even if we don’t have shame, we have fear.

i’ve been out of the closet since almost immediately after i knew. i felt little to no need to hide this part of myself - i grew up in an accepting home where gay people were treated like people and i had as much confidence as any new 12 year old lesbian could.

but oh my god i was scared. i was scared i would never be happy, never have a family like i wanted. scared i’d lose my friends, scared i was already losing my friends. scared the worst might come to pass and i might not be here anymore because my lack of shame offended a straight person. scared that even if i’m safe, any woman i fall in love with wouldn’t be.

i’m about as out of the closet as they come, have been for seven years. and i’ve been mostly safe throughout it. but i’m still scared.

Luke imagine: Y/N goes into labor and she's in hospital.

Going into labor alone scares the shit out of you. Luke is supposed to arrive tomorrow but your baby decided to come out earlier. You just texted Luke letting him know what’s happening and went to the hospital.

The pain is making you nervous and angry, and the fact that you’re alone makes you sad. The mix of emotions make you so moody. You could kick the nurse for taking so long to give you something for the pain.

As you argue with the doctor and nurses on stupid details, you see the door opening and Luke entering the room. You’re out of your mind and can’t believe he’s here!

“Luke?!” You ask not believing your eyes.

“I’m here baby. I made a deal with the boys to come a day earlier just in case something like this happened. After all, we can agree the baby takes from you a lot. Doing whatever is on it’s mind.” He says as he sits next to you and holds your hand.

“I’m so glad you’re here. I was so scared.” Tears start rolling down your cheeks.

“Of course I’m here. I’ll always be here. Now breathe. Everything will be ok, I promise.” He kisses your forehead and gently puts your hair out of your face. His voice, the words he spoke, it made you calm.

The pain killers kicked in pretty soon, and the pain didn’t bother you anymore. You were little bit scared, but Luke being here made you so much more relaxed.

When the baby started coming out Luke got so scared. He yelled at the doctor:

“BE CAREFUL. DON’T HURT IT.” Everyone laughed including you.

“Luke, it’s not the first baby the doctor delivered. Now hold my hand.”

As the worst part was over you were happy to hold your baby in your arms.

“Oh my God… You’re so beautiful.” You look at your little baby and then at Luke who with tears in his eyes watches both of you.

“Want to hold it?” You ask Luke ready to give the baby to him.

“Um, are you sure? It’s so small. What if I break something. Or if it slips. Or if it gets scared of how high and big I am.” Luke is talking so fast all this things that bother him and you can’t help but laugh.

“Lukey, it’s ok, it’s just a baby. It won’t break, or fall, or get scared. Here.” You give him the baby and he holds it like it’s a drop of water in his palms.

“Oh my God.” He looks at the baby in his arms and slowly kisses it’s head.

“Hi beautiful.” He whispers too afraid not to scare it.

When the nurse took the baby to sleep, it was only you and Luke in the room.

“I’m so happy right now. You’re the source to my happiness Y/N. Thank you for giving me this beautiful baby.” Luke says to you.

“I couldn’t do it without your help.” You tease him winking.