second night!

When you can’t be tough (Part 1)

Alright, so I should probably have gone to bed a long time ago. Instead, I wrote you this fic that was supposed to be a one-shot but turned out to be longer than that. There will be a part 2, hopefully tomorrow. God, I’m tired… anyway, enjoy!

Pairing: Lin x Reader

Summary: As you make your way home from a party in New York in the middle of the night, you stubble upon two really scary men. It is a good thing you aren’t alone in the city!

Warnings: Sexual harassment, foul language

Word count: 2810


You were so tired, you literally felt like you, hypothetically, could lie down in that green dumpster across the street and fall asleep in five seconds. The New York night was so chilly you felt like not even pouring boiling water over yourself could help you unfreeze your stiff joints. It didn’t really help that you were wearing heels far too high to be comfortable to walk in under any circumstance either.

The night had started out great. You were going to a party with your classmates to celebrate the fact that your first semester had ended. A semester that, although it had been tough, you had been able to get through somehow.

The move to New York had been emotional, but you had still been excited to go there. It had been nice to leave your small hometown and with it, heartbreak and boring routines. Your newly achieved Bachelor’s degree had left you thirsty for more and that thirst had gotten you accepted to a Master’s program in your dream field. These past months you had pretty much been living the dream, with new great friends, and a decent apartment not too far from Manhattan.

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Okay but did anyone else notice

that Victor had his eyes on Yuuri

even before

he got drunk and went off the rails?

Dress (Sugar daddy!Calum smut)

Summary: You wear a dress guaranteed to send Calum up the wall (okay pls I can’t do summaries but it’s sugar daddy and they fuck and ahhHH hot stuff!)

Word Count: 4.8k (SO LONG OH MY GOD)

Warnings: There’s three sections of smut! Yes, three! Also daddy kink and bondage ;)

A/N: Jfc you have no idea how much effort I’ve put into this! I really hope you like it, I think it’s pretty good, if I do say so myself <3

Originally posted by cashtonkinks

For my CEO!5sos blurb night with @felicityash and @pretendtobepunkrock!

Crisp shirts. Sparkling cufflinks. Neat sheets. 

Just some of the many things that spring to mind when you think of him. 

Calum Hood, CEO of Hood Incorporations, hasn’t left your mind ever since you met to discuss a partnership deal. Your father owns a business similar to Calum’s and you, his devoted daughter, handle some of the more day-to-day tasks, including meeting with the extremely attractive business partner.

From the start you knew Calum was different. Maybe it was the elegance in which he operated, the silky smoothness embedded in his voice. 

Or, perhaps, it was the fact that he’d had you spread across his desk within ten minutes of your first encounter. 

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Mistletoe’s Overrated Anyway

I started writing this last Christmas. And then suddenly it was January so I decided to wait to do anything with it until this Christmas. I found it on Saturday night and forgot I hadn’t finished it. So here, have a Christmas fic! On… Boxing Day.

At least it’s not January?

Happy (belated) Christmas/Season’s Greetings, all!

Edit: Now on AO3!

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Derek glances up when he hears the front door open and close, and frowns when Laura doesn’t immediately announce herself. He wipes his hands on the dish towel hanging from his belt loop and goes to investigate, finding his sister in the entryway with a stranger.

  Laura’s face lights up and she drops all of her bags, launching at him. “Derek!”

  Despite the surprise of an unannounced guest, Derek smiles and squeezes her, pressing his nose into her hair. “I didn’t think you were bringing anyone,” Derek says when they finally part.

  “I wasn’t,” Laura says. “I was lucky to even get here. All of the flights out are cancelled for the foreseeable future because of the weather, and I ran into Stiles, of all people. You remember Stiles Stilinski, right? From Cora’s class?”

  Derek remembers a hyperactive eleven year old with a buzzcut and an irritating habit of getting underfoot - his memory doesn’t lend to the lean, doe eyed brunet in his hallway; he’s talking on his phone and scowling something fierce but Derek’s mouth goes dry at the way Stiles runs long fingers through his hair.

  “Coffee?” Derek asks abruptly, turning to look at Laura. “There’s a fresh pot. Cora’s gone out on a last minute supply run - is, uh, Stiles staying?”

  “I offered your wonderful hospitality until he can find a flight to take him home,” Laura says, following him back into the kitchen and leaving Stiles in the hall. “I know you have the space, and it seemed a shame to leave him stranded. Nobody should be alone on Christmas.”

  “It’s not Christmas yet,” Derek points out. “How did you even recognise him? We haven’t seen him in ten years.”

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vine

start your 2017 with a little bit of disrespect from this noodle :-)))))

an alternate reality where:

-jaspar never moved out
-troye never left youtube
-o2l never broke up

please note that this alternate reality would ALSO contain:

-none of the buttercream squad
-none of troyes music
-no common culture or knj world tours

don’t focus on what has been lost. focus on what’s been gained in the absence of what once was.

which reality would you choose? the one we have now, or the one i just described?

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…never mind me