so now he's all bitter about any and all online dating

#DateMeBuckyBarnes (Part 7)

Summary: When Hollywood’s heartthrob Bucky Barnes breaks up with his girlfriend, you jokingly tag him in a selfie on Instagram to express your desire to date him. What you don’t expect is a response from the man himself [Modern AU].

Word Count: 1,001

Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3 - Part 4 - Part 5 - Part 6

A/N: After listening to Beach Weather’s ‘Swoon’ and ‘Sex, Drugs, Etc.’ on an endless loop, I finally managed to write this update. Also, sending my love to @lovellylittlelonely for giving me feedback on this :)

Originally posted by satanshideaway

Residing in the darkness, you stood quietly as everyone around you swayed to the music booming through the speakers, the melodies pulsing in your ears. Watching the performance, you spotted Viz behind the drums while he played the set with his bandmates. You figured your friends were near the front to get a better view with Wanda’s insistence. You knew she was determined to see her man up close. 

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Just Between Us (Jungkook angst/fluff)

Request: “You and Jungkook are secretly dating and there’s a scandal telling that he’s hiding his relationship" - from mymisstina

Originally posted by jung-koook

Word count: 1.8k

Genre: Angst/fluff

You pulled back the curtain and peered out, squinting against the sunlight. Your neighbor was taking out the trash and a woman was jogging past. You scanned the street for anything suspicious, then pulled the curtain closed.

“Can we just have the curtains open, please,” your dad called from the couch, not turning away from the TV.

“No,” you said. “Not yet.”

“What are you expecting to see, exactly?” your mom asked. You turned and watched her fold laundry on the dining table.

“I don’t know,” you said. “People taking pictures of the house. People throwing eggs.”

She laughed.

“Honey, no one’s looking for you.”

You opened the curtain again and looked around. You knew that she was right, and you weren’t sure why you were struggling to relax. They couldn’t exactly track you down based on a dumb cutesy nickname. But you were worried that your anonymity might make the whole thing more intriguing. They didn’t know who you were, so finding your identity might seem like a challenge to some of them.

You glanced down at your phone, wishing that Jungkook would hurry up with his rehearsal and text you. He always knew how to sooth your anxiety. Even when the pictures came out, he knew exactly what to say.

It was two days earlier. You were in his dorm, on a date. Your dates were almost always confined to either his place or yours, as going out together would cause too much of a stir. He had left the room to take a call, and reentered looking worried.

“What?” you asked.

“Don’t be mad,” he said. He sat close beside you and held your hand. “I did something dumb.”

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Red silk

REQUEST: jk x reader, prompt: I like your tiny boobs 

Words: 1124

Warnings: none, maybe a bit of swearing

A/N: I hope you’ll like this anon :) I really loved writing this one shot and please welcome the cheesy thought of the day: no matter how big or small your breasts are, they are all beautiful. Beauty lies in diversity and if we were all the same everything would be so grey and boring. So cherish what you have and keep in mind that our imperfections make us who we are. End of cheesy thought :) Hope you’ll enjoy. 

It was 7:05 pm and you were still incredulously looking at yourself in the mirror and more exactly at the red, long, silky dress that was draping off your body. You were not sure yet whether or not you wanted to throw it in the garbage, burn it or better, get some huge breast implants.

The thing is, when you saw it on the website, you had immediately thought about all those fabulous models and girls wearing something like that and posting pictures of themselves on Instagram. Even on the model online “the thing”, because that’s how you were calling it now, had looked amazing. Hugging her every curve and making her round, perky breasts appear very…well, let’s leave it at just appear.

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The Last Train (Part Six)

Originally posted by tekukii

1 / 2 / 3 / 4 / 5 / 6

Pairing: Taehyung (V) x Female!Reader
Genre: Fluff | Angst | Smut
Contains: mentions of cheating
Word Count: 3k

Author’s Note: For my birthday I decided to push through with this chapter (and I still end up late). So here’s my birthday gift for myself to all of you? Does that make sense?

The two of you walked into the cafe. Jungkook waved you over from the back of the store. He stood up as you got close to the table, Taehyung quietly followed after you. Your head was spinning from your heart pounding so hard in your chest.

“Hey,” Jungkook greeted you and followed it up with a hard kiss on the lips.

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anonymous asked:

Okay this is kinda specific but au where one of them has wings but hides them and is super afraid that the other will leave if they find out

Ludwig was special.

You could counteract that he was just a teenage boy, a person who blended into the crowd, but when he got home he was different. At home he shredded his shirt and large wing ripped from his back, fluttering and painful cracking every hollow bone to make sure nothing was stiff.

He was apart of a special kind called Flighters, a special form of humans that have wings and are able to fly with them. Most Flighters ditched their prehistoric attitude and blended into society. They changed their hair, hid their wings, and dated humans.

Ludwig was no different.

He went to an all boy school and with the girl school a mile away and another mile was the carrier school. Nobody knew why they separated each gender so heavily, but the groups did end up mingling.

At school you would never dare to hang out with the other gender, but when it was over all the schools mixed.

Through Antonio, Ludwig met Lovino and through Lovino he met Feliciano, his twin brother. Feliciano was a great guy, he was beautiful with short auburn hair and bright eyes that sparkled whenever he was passionate about things.

The two have been dating around two months and Ludwig was terrified to actually tell Feliciano he was a Flighter. He was subjected as a child, before his kind went into hiding, that they were wrong and against humanity. He never knew the way Feliciano would subject the news.

So he kept quiet, very quiet. He never took off his shirt when things got heavy, when they made out, he held Feliciano’s hands away from his back. He had to do anything to keep his secret safe.

“Ludwig?” Feliciano asked in a sweet voice, taking the younger out of his day dream.

Most day dreams were of telling Feliciano and him snuggling into his arms and flying away.

“He’s gone,” Lovino muttered and sucked at his smoothie. They were at the mall, surprise, because Feliciano saw a sale for some store he shopped at and the twins brought along their boyfriends for the fun of it.

Antonio was a little pulled back from the group, he was holding all the bags.

“Are you okay?” Feliciano whined, “if you have something worrying you, you can tell me.”

Ludwig smiled pressing a kiss to the tan temple, “I’m fine, I promise, now what were you saying?”

“Oh, art!” He laughed awkwardly and bumped Lovino, “Miss. Hawk is making us draw wings, I tried drawing birds and those flight people-”

“They don’t exist,” Lovino snapped back, “Flighters were all killed, remember that lesson.”

Ludwig hated that lesson.

Feliciano nodded bitterly, “but I was looking at pictures online, wings are so hard to draw, I wish I could just see them up close!”

“We can go few some parrots at the pet store,” Lovino pointed at the sketchy pet store and the twins went in.

Ludwig’s heart clenched as he watched them leave, cursing how heavy his wings felt on his back.


It was a day after the mall trip, Ludwig and Feliciano were in his dorm room doing what most teenagers do and that’s make out.

The Flighter had conjured up a stupid lie that he was self conscious with his body so he had all the lights shut off and every blind closed so Feliciano couldn’t see shit. Maybe it was a bit overboard, but if Ludwig could protect his secret in the most intimate moment, it was better safe than sorry.

Tan hands felt every landscape of pale skin, expect the back, no where near his back and scars. It wasn’t until with the kissing and Feliciano finding his most pleasured zone, the pulse area on his lower groin, that triggered his wings.

Whenever Flighters were startled in human form their wings flung out, barely even ripping the skin from such forced. Poor Feliciano was right in the line of the pair of wings and was slammed in the face.

“My nose!” Feliciano cried, jumping back, Ludwig’s wings had never retracted faster and were gone when Feliciano flicked on the lamp. His nose was bleeding and Ludwig swore up and down that he hit him with his arm on accident.

Though, Feliciano had an odd feeling inside that it wasn’t just his boyfriend’s arm.


“What are you doing?” Ludwig looked over Feliciano shoulder so see a book full of wing design and a little diagram of a Flighter.

The boy hummed finishing the paragraph before turning and offering him a seat, “just studying wing design off of this old Flighter book, they are so interesting!”

Ludwig felt his heart sink and cheeks grey when the word Flighter was passed across the table. “Why would you want to know about those guys,” he spat in mock annoyance, “they are a bunch nats who caused a war, I hate Flighters.”

“Oh,” was all Feliciano said as he viewed the book again out of the corner of his eye, “god, Ludwig, I never knew, I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay, I think I should go.” Scrambling up with the grace of a newborn deer, Ludwig left the library with a bitter taste in his mouth and hot tears collecting in his eyes.

It felt like his whole entire life was just some charade to safe hide, and maybe that was okay when he first started doing it, but now with Feliciano constantly looking at wings it just hurt.

Somehow the old wound was being picked apart by maggots and he really never noticed. Without a trace he disappeared behind the library and shredded his shirt. From the old wing scars on his back, the gold wings ripped from the thin skin and fluttered roughly. Like cracking knuckles, he popped the bones in the wings that were around the size of a car and launched upwards.

In the air he felt free, like his whole act was put on intermission, yet in a few hours he was going to put back on his mask and dance around like nothing was going on.

The world was unbelievably cruel.


After profusely apologizing about bringing up the topic, Feliciano dropped by his dorm for some peace and quiet. His room mate was loud and enjoyed drinking at half pass noon so he liked to hide in Ludwig’s dorm that didn’t have any roommate.

They didn’t talk, but the silence was good. Feliciano’s pencil was scribbling designs with the accompaniment of Ludwig’s laptop typing away an essay that was long over due to write.

“Hey, Luds, look at this,” Feliciano muttered picking up his sketch book to show him the designs.

But to all odds it was Ludwig, with wings. Some where it was pulled out, in flight, and even where he was in traditional Flighter clothing that he only wore on specific holidays when seeing his parents.

He looked up with wide eyes to see Feliciano sheepishly tapping the easer on his plush lips, “I’m sorry if you don’t like it, it’s just that I love drawing you and even if you do hate Flighters they will harm you.”

Ludwig started taking his shirt off.

“The picture was nice Ludwig, but that doesn’t mean we can have sex now.”

He paused, “no, Feliciano.”

With a grunt the wings burst from his back, ripping away the scarred flesh and stretching painfully. Feliciano’s face was shocked and confused, his pencil halfway down his throat as he viewed the glorious wings.

“You’re a- a - ah–”

“A Flighter,” Ludwig finished for him, “I’m sorry for hiding this from you, I just didn’t want you to leave me.”

“Leave you?” Feliciano questioned with a huge smile, a hand resting on one of the wild feathers, “no! I could never. This is amazing!”


Feliciano nodded, “Of course!”

He was pulled into a hug, the wings joining for an extra limb to encase the boy in warmth. Maybe he always had to play an act, but with Feliciano he was able to shed his mask and never be judged.

And that’s what was good.

Please Don’t Leave (M)

Originally posted by junsenpai

» jongdae x reader
» 3.8k
» softest fluffiest sub!jongdae smut []
» warning: smut (riding, slight fem!dom, sub!Chen) & reaction to hate (tw)

I like you Jongdae, it doesn’t matter what you look like. But, now that I think of it, I’d love to see your arms flexing above your head when they’re tied to the bed frame.

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[DRABBLE REQUEST] Boyfriend!Seungchul

Request: A fluffy situation where you read angsty fanfiction about him, making you cry, and he find you crying and he completely freaks out.
Requested by: seongchols
Word Count: 1,743
Genre: Fluff
Warnings: None

Heyy I finally got something written! It’s been forever since I wrote so I hope I’m not too rusty. Admin wonwooed helped out a lot for this drabble, thank you! 
-admin jihoonic

Featuring a little sneak peek at one of our upcoming works! Thank you so much for requesting, feel free to request for another :D
-admin wonwooed

Originally posted by satanteen17

“No, no, no… Seungchul, oh my god,” she breathes out at the man lying next to her. “Seungchul, please open your eyes.”

It takes exactly three nerve-wracking seconds before his eyelids twitch and crack open, and his faded brown eyes register the female cradling his head in her lap. Even when he’s bleeding to death before her, he manages to let out a huff of laughter. “Is it bad?”

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BTS Reaction to You Being Arrested on False Charges by Fans

I think that fans who would do things like this are clearly not friends. I hope that people realize how much they are hurting the idols when they hurt someone close to them. Anyways, I hope you guys like this reaction <3

I do not own these gifs

-Admin Kat

Jin: The two of you were working on dinner at your apartment when you heard banging at the door. You didn’t think much about it, wiping your hands off on a paper towel as you made your way to open the door. “Hello, (Y/F/N), you are under arrest for assault.” Jin heard someone say from the doorway. He peered out from the kitchen and saw as a police officer began to turn you around and place handcuffs on you, while the other read out your right.

“What are you talking about? I haven’t done anything. I’ve been here with my boyfriend all day!” You argued as tears streamed down your cheeks. Jin backed up your claims, panicking a little as he tried to figure out a way to prove it.

While you were in jail, Jin and his manager worked on finding a way to clear the charges, finally finding a post by some sasaeng fans about creating the accusations to get you put in jail. He was absolutely livid, unsure how to even react to the post.

Originally posted by jinkooks

Suga: Yoongi was busy in the studio, working on his music as always, when he got the call from you. “Hello, what’s going on jagi? You know I’m still at the studio,” he started to say when he answered the phone. You quickly apologized, informing him that you really needed him. You told him in a desperate voice that you had been arrested for assaulting someone in Paris a few days ago, even though you had been at home.

He hurried to the police station, paying for your bail while the two of you tried to figure it out. You searched online through your social media to find proof of any sort that would show that you weren’t in Paris at the time of the alleged assault. While searching around, you stumbled on someone’s twitter account that had an image of a police assault charge that was filed against you.

When you showed it to Yoongi, he was beyond pissed. He did not hesitate to get onto social media. He put out several long posts, all speaking out against the ‘fan’ that made the accusation and even put out a threat that he would be pressing charges and that he already screenshotted the name of the person who made the claim.

Originally posted by seokjohn

J-Hope: His usual smile completely vanished when he saw you getting arrested. He had come to your work to visit, but just as he got there, he found you crying as a police officer ushered you into the back of his car. He started crying the moment you did, getting back in his car and hurrying to the police station to find out what was going on.

When he got to the station, he saw a few girls leaving the station. They had not seen him yet and he couldn’t help but overhear them when they mentioned your name. “I’m happy she is getting what she deserves. How dare she take our Hobi away,” one of the girls complained as the other girls snickered. They each agreed, adding in how smart the false claim was.

“How dare you? Do you know how bad your action is? You are hurting someone who I care about. What did you think that would do? Now I am hurt, and this, this is making me want to just quit being an idol all together,” he threatened with tears in his eyes. When the girls saw how hurt he was, they went back in to reluctantly confess the truth.

Originally posted by tbhobi

Rapmon: He knew that something was wrong the moment he heard of your arrest. When he got the call from you from the police station, he instantly tried to figure out what could possibly be the truth. He went to your Facebook to look for some of your friends who may have been with you at the time of the ‘criminal event.’ As he looked through your Facebook, he found a post that you were tagged in.

The post was from a bitter fan who was taunting you, saying how they managed to make your life a hell by sending you to jail, and that they would make it even worse if you continued to date Namjoon. He felt disgust and anger role through him. He couldn’t help but place a comment about how immature and illegal the action was.

As soon as he placed the comment, he took a picture of the post and called his manager, seeing if they could help him find a lawyer to use the picture as proof that you did not do what you were arrested for. He managed to keep his cool as he tried to work everything out, but his heart was racing with anger.

Originally posted by baebsaes

Jimin: You had just gotten to the studio to spend some time with Jimin when you were suddenly stopped by a police officer. At first, Jimin just thought they were talking to you about something random. However, when he saw them putting the handcuffs on you, his eyes widened with fear. “Um, excuse me, but what is going on?”

When he heard the claim that you had robbed a girl, he knew that something had to be wrong. He tried to explain to the police that that was not something that you would do, but he didn’t have any hard proof. He tried his best. When the officer told him the day it happened, he realized that it was impossible since the two of you had been together.

He started going through twitter to find a post that you made that day that had your location on it, but in the process, he found a post made by someone about making the claim and all of their followers giving more details that they could add in the claim. When he saw it, he could feel any joy left in him completely disappearing.

Originally posted by sweaterpawsjimin

V: At first, he thought it was a joke when the cops showed up at your apartment door. He assumed that someone was pulling some sort of prank, but when the handcuffs were slapped onto your wrists. Fear ran through the both of you when you realized how serious the situation was.

“You are under arrest for breaking and entering,” the officer informed you as he began to usher you towards the patrol car. “That is impossible. (Y/N) would never do that. I will find a way to prove it,” he swore to you as you went into the car.

He had no idea what he was going to do, but lucky for him, a fan sent him a link to a post that they saw from some anti-fans saying that they would be planning to send in false claims to the police in the hopes of arresting you. He was pissed, having never felt this pissed until that very moment.

Originally posted by kpop-kdrama-kvariety

Jungkook: He had no idea how to react when he saw you getting arrested. He knew that he had been on tour for a few weeks, but he had never thought that you would be someone to get arrested or do anything near illegal, except maybe jay walking.

When he heard that the claim was that you attempted to murder someone, he knew that something was up. He did the best thing that he could; got onto social media to try and find something that he could use to possibly help you. He looked around all over the internet, trying to find anything that could help.

While searching around, someone on the fancafe reposted a post found online about a few fans putting together a false claim. When Jungkook saw it, he was so upset that he had no idea what to do. He called his dad first, asking for his advice, then moved on to looking for Namjoon to help him find a lawyer because he was too livid to do it himself.

Originally posted by theking-or-thekid

I’m not jealous

Character: Do Kyungsoo x Reader

Genre: Slight Angst/Fluff

Word Count: 1,503

A/N: Hai guys, this is literally my first time ever writing a one-shot. I was inspired to write this when I saw the interview over the movie unforgettable/purelove, I was like ‘omg that lucky girl, I’d die for a piggyback ride from Kyungsoo’.

-          Admin Mochi

Originally posted by dodyo

               Y/N sighed as she sat in the living room alone, lately she had been seeing her boyfriend less and less. But she wasn’t mad, she knew he was just busy with filming for Unforgettable. She grabbed the controller and turned on the TV looking for something good to watch while hoping that today he would have enough time to stop by and say ‘hi’. While channel surfing an interview caught her attention, both Kyungsoo and Sohyun were having a Q&A about their upcoming movie.

“I’ve never been given this many piggyback rides in my life. At first I kept telling him I was sorry, but I got comfortable as time went on because oppa didn’t show any tiredness.”

“She was light like a feather. It was my first time giving this many piggyback rides. In the beginning it was hard because I was out of shape. But throughout the shooting of the movie, I exercised so I didn’t get tired at all later.”

               Y/N couldn’t help but frown hearing this, she had been dating Kyungsoo for about two years now and never had he given her a piggyback ride. Then there’s this girl who has only known him a couple months at most and she gets all the piggyback rides she wants. Not only that he said she was light as a feather, to add on it also annoyed her how she referred to him as oppa. Kyungsoo’s never said that about me… He’s never given me a piggyback ride, maybe he thinks I’m too heavy? Hundreds of irrational thoughts flooded her mind right now, by the time she had snapped out of it the interview had ended.

               She sat up and quickly made her way to their shared bedroom and grabbed her laptop. She started typing away and soon enough she found herself on a forum where they were talking about the Kyungsoo and Sohyun interview. After reading the whole post she found herself reading the comments, which was something Kyungsoo had always advised her not to do.

‘Omo, they’re so cute together!’

‘I ship it ^.^’

‘I can’t believe she had her first piggyback ride from Kyungsoo oppa, lucky ):’

‘Is it just me, but don’t they look like they’d make a cute couple?’


‘They’re so cute~’

               Y/N closed the laptop not bothering to read anymore, after a while they were all the same. Most of them spoke about how cute they looked together, while there were a couple bashing the girl for even setting foot near their oppa.

               “Jagiya?” Kyungsoo called out as he entered their apartment. He walked around looking for his girlfriend, but after searching every room he realized she wasn’t there. Where could she be?  The loud opening of a door brought him out of his thoughts and he rushed to the living room where all the commotion was going on.

               “Oh my god, there’s an intruder!” Y/N screamed frantically taking off her shoe in order to use it as a weapon against the intruder.

               “Y/N, it’s me!” the doe eyed boy replied pinching the bridge of his nose in annoyance. “And even if I was an intruder, how did you plan on stopping me with your shoe?” he asked getting closer to his girlfriend. “Y/N… Have you been drinking?” he asked smelling unpleasant scent of alcohol.

               “What do you care!” she shot back rolling her eyes.

               “Jagiya… You don’t drink… You’ve never liked drinking.”

               “There’s a first for everything, right oppa?” she replied in a sickly sweet tone.

               “Y/N, why were you drinking?” he asked worriedly looking at the girl stumbling towards their bedroom.


               “Because, why?” he asked frustrated.

               “Oh my god, I don’t go bombarding you with questions!” she groaned falling back on the soft bed. “Like why are you going around giving some other girl piggyback rides?”

               “…Is this what all this is about?” he asked confused. “Did you see the interview?”
               “Yes, I saw the interview! The one where she talks about all the piggyback rides she got from her oppa.” She replied angrily. “The one where you said she was as light as a feather, the one where everyone keeps saying that you and her would make a great couple and are the cutest fucking thing on this wretched earth!” she yelled trying not to cry. She didn’t know why she felt like crying, maybe it was just the alcohol getting to her.

               “Y/N… are you fucking serious right now?” he asked staring at her in shock. “You’re jealous of a seventeen year old right now?”

               “Seventeen, twenty-six, forty-four. Those are all numbers, at the end of the day she’s still a woman and a really pretty one at that…” she choked out. “Age doesn’t matter sometimes, encase you’ve forgetting you’re three years older than me… that never stopped us from dating.”

               “Let me get this straight… You’re jealous of my co-worker because I gave her a piggyback ride for the movie we are shooting and because I said she was as light as a feather? Also you were reading comments about what netizens had to say about us, even though I’ve told you many times NOT to read any of that online bullshit.” he ran his hand through his jet black hair feeling frustrated.

               “No! You gave her more than just one piggyback ride! You’re never given me one and I’ve been dating you for two years! And- And- Forget it! You wouldn’t understand!” she yelled.

               “Oh, I understand, I understand that you’re jealous.” He mused.

               “Jealous? Who? Me? I’m not fucking jealous.” She countered.

               “Then what are you?”

               “I’m just annoyed with you and her…” that was a lame excuse, even for her.

               “Right, right… Of course you’re not jealous.” He said rolling his eyes. “I come home for the first time in a while and have to deal with this…” he mumbled just loud enough for her to overhear.

               “Then leave! If you don’t want to deal with this leave! Why not go to her instead? She probably won’t cause you any problems…” and with that she was crying. Kyungsoo flinched feeling guilty after hearing her sobs, he didn’t mean to make her cry, and he didn’t even mean what he said. He was just annoyed that his girlfriend of two years was getting jealous over something so petty.

               “Y/N… Stop crying.” He said walking towards her. “I was just upset because I hadn’t seen you in a while and I just wanted to spend time with you. You shouldn’t have gone out to drink… I’m sorry if what I said in the interview upset you, but what was I supposed to say ‘After the second piggyback ride I just wanted to drop her heavy ass on the ground’?” Kyungsoo gently wiped away her tears “You know I have an image to maintain.” He added. “Why are you being like this?”

               “Because! Because… you’re mine.” She mumbled sniffling.

               “Exactly, I’m yours jagiya and no one else’s…” He said giving her a small smile. “I come home to you, I cook for you, I spoil you, and I live for you, because I love you.” He said giving her a sweet and gentle kiss.

               “Really? Do you mean it?” she asked childishly.

               “Yes, silly.” He said with a chuckle.

               “I love you too, oppa!” she happily squealed as she grabbed his arm and pulled him on top of her causing him to straddle her. “I’m sorry about earlier… I just get scared of losing you sometimes…”

               “Yah, I’ve been with you for two years already… If I wanted to leave I would have a long time ago.” He said causing her to playfully glare at him.

               “Oppa, I missed you so much.”

               “I missed you too.” He responded before kissing her once more, Y/N closed her eyes and wrapped her arms around his neck pulling him closer. He bit down on her lip asking for an entrance, which was granted. He could taste the bitter alcohol, but that wasn’t stopping him. His kisses soon trailed down to her neck looking for her sweet spot.

               “Kyungsoo… I want you so badly.” She moaned feeling his teeth against her delicate skin. She could feel him smirking, the dark haired male sat up quickly and removed his shirt. He looked down at his girlfriend who was now… Asleep. Her pink lips were parted, her hair was a mess, and her arms were resting over her head. In less than sixty seconds she went from wanting to get fucked to knocking the fuck out.

               “Y/N…” he called shaking her “Y/N! Jagiya… Wake up.” He groaned pinching her red cheeks. “I can’t believe you fell asleep on me.” He mumbled glaring at her sleeping figure. A smile crept on his lips as he grabbed his phone and snapped some pictures of her. He laughed scrolling through his camera roll, he was definitely not going to let her live this down.

                Y/N had never been a very good drinker.

ᴛ.ᴏ.ᴘ | Lᴏɴᴇʟʏ Nɪɢʜᴛs |♤|
            ♫ If you talk about success, you could say 
                        where I am is success but
            Shall I be satisfied here and be fallen behind 
                        when I open my eyes?

Requested by: Anonymous. 

It came out of nowhere, the text that read in a series of crisp letters: I’m sorry I let you down.

You frowned slightly at the message, the number that the message came from unknown to you. Let downs were the natural order of things, you’d assessed a long time ago and now that you had a few years of adulthood under your belt, you couldn’t fathom who’d actually sent the text. There were so many that had let you down that keeping a list would’ve been unorthodox. So now, as you sat in a partially empty bar waiting for a friend who was running late, you mind raced to find who the source might be.

At the sound of someone clearing their throat, you rose you gaze to the figure taking a seat before you. Even with his disguise on you knew who it was—your heart knew who it was. He sat rigidly against the wooden chair’s back, his starched suit not a let down from his usual fashionista ways. He called out your name, lips curling up into a knowing smile. It was a smile that was reserved for you and one you hadn’t seen in years now.

“Seunghyun,” you greeted softly with a quirk of your brow. Though clearly frazzled, confusion managed to trump the butterflies. “It’s been a while,” he began.

And so it had. 11 years to be exact.

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They’re Not Salty, We Sound Shady

This title is a bit misleading as well but it got your attention so I won’t waste time apologizing for it. There are salty men in the bowl. One of my very first POT dates concluded with a nice man offering me a $600 monthly allowance and expecting weekly threesomes with a woman of his choosing. Salty men exist. You have to learn how to spot them and avoid them. But there’s something we don’t discuss that I believe we should. Salty babies exist too.

They are amongst us right now. These women decided to join the bowl because they saw the glitzy things but ignored the posts about how much hard work this was. They didn’t care about building a mutually beneficial relationship. They wanted stuff and thought showing up to dinner, just showing up, was all they had to do to get it. These women call themselves platonic babies-but their daddies don’t know that. They promise intimacy, hint at it, toy with it, but have no intention of ever providing it. They know their relationships will be short and end with the man feeling disappointed and bitter and don’t care. They’ll ride it out until the wheels fall off.  These women have no intention of ever meeting the man they’re messaging. They just need to be sent some money to cover a cell phone bill. They’ll stop responding after that.

We speak about how the bowl has changed. The caliber of men just isn’t what it used to be. But we don’t talk about how the caliber of the sugar baby may be on the decline too. How many profiles have you seen where men say that they aren’t interested in scammers wanting money wired to them? How many profiles have you seen where men say they aren’t going to immediately begin handing you cash? How many profiles have you seen where men have said that they believe that intimacy and an allowance should begin at the same time? Have you rolled your eyes at this or have you stopped to wonder what has driven these men to add these disclaimers to their profiles?

I think the first thing we need to remember is that we’re outnumbered. The second is they’re on to us. There was a time where being a sugar baby was simpler. That time has passed. There are sugar daddies on tumblr. We’ve all seen the message board with actual salts discussing tips and techniques for sleeping with sugar babies without committing to an arrangement. They know our tips and tricks better than we do. We’re outnumbered. Seeking Arrangement currently advertises on their site that there are 4 babies for every one daddy. Yes, that man with a salary of 50,000 has, based on the ratio, 4 women vying for his attention. That man with the million dollar salary and the high allowance expectation? He won’t read a fraction of the messages he gets. The online bowl is cut throat.

But there are still good men. The success stories are proof of that. Even if you only have him for a moment, there are men out there willing to take care of you in and for that moment. There are men out there willing to provide the allowance that they’ve said they can afford. There are men that want a long term sugar baby and are willing to date until they find her.

For once, let’s put ourselves in their shoes. A man joins a site and are almost immediately flooded with page views and messages. He reads the sob stories and pleas for financial help from women he doesn’t know incredulously. He quirks an eyebrow at how many women are calling themselves princesses. Based on those photos… He rolls his eyes at the poorly worded, horribly spelled, grammatically heinous messages. He finds himself slightly aroused and wildly shocked by the explicit messages some women send. He responds to the explicit messages first. He is a man after all. But usually these women don’t get far. Sex gets boring. He wants a woman that offers more. The sob stories are ignored. The normal, genuine girls with great profiles and pictures receive responses. But some of these girls can’t keep an online conversation going. Being asked over and over how your day was-well, it gets old. Some are intriguing, funny, smart, witty. He decides to date those. A few ask for a gift. Something to show that he’s serious. He wires them some cash. He’s got 10 girls that he likes and has to find the time to meet with all of them. He has to find an excuse to give his wife too.

It turns out that in a few cases the excuses weren’t necessary. When it was time to meet, a few girls cancel. 1 of the 2 who canceled was a girl he’d wired cash to. He can afford to waste a little money so it’s not a big deal but he’s still disappointed. He has 8 girls remaining and is excited to meet them. 3 are eliminated after the first date for being late, being visibly embarrassed to be seen with him, and being boring. He wants more than sex, remember? He wants someone he can talk to; someone that will make him feel young again. 2 seem more concerned with discussing the allowance and all parts of the arrangement that benefit them than with getting to know him as a person. 3 seemed perfect. Funny, intelligent, beautiful young women. He was so grateful to have these three out of the abundance of foolishness that he went through that he made sure they each went home with a little something. Two of them never text him again.

He moved forward with the remaining girl. They agreed on an allowance and he began to provide it. She was a beautiful girl. He couldn’t take his eyes off her. His eyes were all that was ever on her though in the five months they were together. She told him she wanted their relationship to develop naturally. She didn’t want to feel like she was being pressured to have sex with him. He understood that completely. He didn’t want her to feel that way either. He wanted her to want him, to come to him on her own. But she never did and any attempts to broach the issue were met with hostility. He ended things when he realized that only one of them had their ideal arrangement.

It was a blow to his ego but he recovered and jumped back onto the site and went through essentially the same experience as before. 10 girls whittled down to one and the disappointment of that one not working for some reason or other. He’s getting tired and frustrated. He is showing that he’s a man that’s willing and able to be a sugar daddy but there are very few women showing that they’re willing to enter into the mutually beneficial arrangement that they say they want. His guard is up now. He’s not dishing out cash to girls on the first date. Those girls disappear. He’s not providing an allowance without intimacy. He’s been burned that way too many times. It has nothing to do with money. He could afford to keep handing every girl he dated cash. He could afford to give a girl an allowance and shopping and dinners for five months and get nothing in return. It’s about his pride, his ego, his emotions. They’re all bruised, battered, exhausted, and in need of protection. So he’s going to protect them until the right woman comes along.

I’ve said over and over again that this is a business. With that view in mind, can you think of a business that promises a product, is paid for the product, and then doesn’t provide it? How long does that business last? Can you think of a business that will allow you to schedule an appointment then cancel it without explanation or a chance for you to reschedule? How long before you stopped trying to schedule appointments with them altogether? Can you think of a business that clearly and obviously doesn’t appreciate you as a customer and doesn’t want you in their store? How long before you stop shopping there?

Now, I’m most certainly not saying that salty men that have no business in the bowl aren’t out there. I’m most certainly not saying that you shouldn’t ask for a gift on the first date-if that’s something you know how to ask for. I’m most certainly not saying that you have to say yes to every man that messages you. One of the most beautiful things about being a business owner is that you can say no. I am not saying that because we are outnumbered we have to do things we’re not comfortable with or change who we are in order to get a man’s attention. What I am saying is that this is business. Treat it accordingly. Don’t write checks that your ass can’t cash. Don’t ask for gifts when you aren’t providing value. Don’t forget that the best arrangements are mutually beneficial. Don’t forget that they’re human too.  

Jack Johnson - New kid

Request: Can I have an imagine where Jack J is the new kid and the first person he meets is (y/n) and they become friends, then Jack starts to get more popular and slowly stops talking with (y/n) and she accepts this because she’s not that popular at school but then she’s surprised that Jack starts talking to her again and he asks her to be his girlfriend. Thank you 😊


I still remember that day when my gaze met those frightened pair of blue eyes in the school hallway. He was completely lost and everyone was just passing by him not even caring that he even reached out to some of the pupils. I walked up to him and asked if I could help him.

“Yes, thank you! I’m looking for room 203,” he said with a sigh of relief that someone finally took the effort to give him this piece of information.

“This is your lucky day, I’m heading there. Come on,” I nodded to him and headed towards the room where supposedly both of us were going to have History class. “So are you new?”

“Yes, I just moved here a week ago,” he nodded taking a look at everything that came to our way.

“Nice. I’m Y/N, by the way,” I introduced myself.

“Johnson. Jack Johnson,” he smiled at me sweetly.

It wasn’t hard to be friends with jack. He was nice, funny and surprisingly caring for a boy at his age. Maybe he was just glad he made one friend on his first day at his new school, but either way, I liked him.

I knew hard it could be to blend into a new group of people that already knew each other for a while, so I promised myself I would help him get through this period of time. I invited him to all the school events and parties I got invited to, even though this number wasn’t that big, since I wasn’t considered as a popular girl. I was that kind of girl who liked to stay out of the drama and just had a nice relationship with everyone.

For the first month Jack and I had lunch together every day and I was glad to see that he was making new friends slowly. It was until I saw him hanging out with the captain of the football team and soon enough he was sitting with them at lunch.

I wasn’t that surprised, as the popular girls laid their eyes on him I knew he would be their new favorite. You couldn’t not like Jack, he was charming and could make you laugh in any kind of situations. And in addition, he even looked quite good, with his blue eyes and dirty blonde hair he could impress anyone in a matter-of-time.

At first he sat with them at lunch, and then he cancelled on me for something we had planned out, and then he completely became a part of the popular gang. People knew who he was and he started to hang out with that kid, Gilinsky. They just jammed randomly sometimes Johnson showing off his insane talent in rapping and Gilinsky handling the singing parts. I slowly started to accept the fact that I was just the girl for him who was kind enough to accompany him in his first days.

I wouldn’t say that I wasn’t mad at him, because I felt a bit betrayed. I was the one who took the time to help him and make him feel better in his new home, but on the other hand I couldn’t blame him. Probably everyone would choose the popular kids over me, I wasn’t that rich, interesting or beautiful as the girls he was having conversations between his classes. I would rather have just stayed at home on the weekends and watch Netflix, or babysit my little cousins in the evenings instead of go clubbing or spending hundreds of dollars online shopping. And I understood if Jack liked them more over me. He made his choice. Or at least I thought he did.

One day I stayed in the school late to prepare for the dance competition we were having the next day. I had to organize some things and had to wait until football practice was over so I could go into the gym. When the guys left I started to do my thing. I was packing out the pom-poms when I felt someone standing behind me. I turned around and find myself staring at Jack.

“Hey,” he smiled at me and then took a look at the pom-poms lying all around me on the floor. “Are you auditioning to be a cheerleader?” he asked stepping closer, with his hands tugged into his pockets.

“You should know better that the cheerleaders and I are on different planets,” I said trying to hide my smile, but I didn’t succeed very well.

“I know. But I would die to see you do their routine,” he laughed helping me sorting the pink ones out. “You getting ready for the competitions?”

“Yes. I’m hoping to get some extra credits so I could skip some PE lessons in the second semester,” I explained throwing the blue ones into a big box and tossing it aside. “And what are you doing here?” I asked in every possible meaning. That what he was doing in the gym this late and why he came there to talk to me.

“I’m waiting for Doug, we are supposed to go to that new place downtown, they say their burger is really good.” Doug was the captain of the football team, aka Jack’s new bestie since he didn’t need me anymore.

“Have fun then,” I said maybe a bit sounding bitterer than I intended to. I focused on the last few pom-poms and just wanted to get done with this sorting things hoping I wouldn’t have to suffer more with this conversation with Jack.

“I uh… I’m sorry we couldn’t hang out lately,” he said sounding nervous. I looked up at him furrowing my eyebrows. Was it supposed to be an apology? Or did he have other intentions? If so, what?

“Jack, why are you talking to me?” I asked tired of this… whatever this was. I understood that he had new friends but I didn’t need to have it rubbed into my face.

“What do you mean?” he asked with wide eyes.

“I mean, that in the past few weeks you just totally ignored me. Why do you have the sudden urge to chit-chat with me? Just go and do your thing with Doug and all the other people, I’m fine by myself.”

“No, see, that’s why I’m here. Because I realized how we couldn’t even talk in the past few weeks and I just miss to have you around,” he told me stepping closer.

“It’s fine, that you have new friends,” I quietly said not looking at him.

“But I miss the girl who helped me to find room 203 on my first day here.” He had this cocky grin on his face that looked so damn good on him and I just couldn’t stay mad at him anymore.

“And what do you want to do about it?”

“First, I would like you to leave these pom-poms and come with us for a burger,” he stated.

“Okay, good start,” I nodded.

“And then maybe we could go on a date.”

I looked up at him gulping hard. I wasn’t expecting him to ask me out, but it felt good. A shy smile spread across my face and I tugged my hair behind my ears.

“Even better,” I giggled feeling myself blushing.

“Perfect. Then come on. Those burgers are waiting for us and I’m starving right now,” he said smirking at me and took the pom-poms out of my hands. I just laughed and followed him out of the gym.

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Louder, louder, louder ♪ 
       ▸ Hey Angel – One Direction

AU: Musician
Pairing: Akashi x Musician!Reader (Semi-Platonic)
Genre: Fluff
Words: 1691 words
A/N: I kinda lost the musician feel and focused on them being dumb and cute together. Since I couldn’t stop listening to 1D while I wrote this, all the fics will have one song from the new album attached to it :3

There had been something off about him from the very beginning and you knew it. The rest of the band didn’t though because, obviously, most of them were fast to drool over the check with a billion zeroes on it. You didn’t expect any less from Akashi Seijūrō who already owned many major corporations and was now diving into the music industry. You tapped your finger on the table impatiently.

You’d think for a man who had ten secretaries, he’d be on time for one meeting.

The glass door swung open revealing the man himself in a crisp gray suit. Shit. He really was hot. You had to admit that. Not to mention, he had that charming smile plastered on his face, designed to manipulate people to do his bidding. You clucked your tongue in annoyance. “I apologize for my tardiness, my secretary failed to inform me I had a meeting in between my one o’clock and my one-thirty.” Wow.

“You were the one who called me here.” You sighed, rolling your eyes. “I have songs to write, money to make for you, remember?”

His lips twitched. He always found your anger amusing. Unlike the rest of the band, you were more cautious of him, which he actually liked. That’s a smart way to behave around people as successful as him. “Right. Please, have a seat. Would you like some tea?”

“Dude, you’re already late, please just get on with it.”

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Social Cognitive--My first Genosai fic!

And quite frankly my first piece of non-academic writing in a long time. 


Saitima pinched the corners of his eyes at the bridge of his nose as a shudder wracked through his body. It was worse than he ever imagined. Far worse than losing every last hair on his head or forgetting his coupons on the tack board he kept by the door for the sole purpose of making his coupons easier to remember.

This Asami clearly belonged in jail and Takaba? Takaba seemed like such a normal young man and yet he found himself back in the arms of this criminal time and time again. Saitima tossed the offending manga into the bin. Scratching his shiny dome he scowled. There was one portion of his training regime that he never overtly revealed whether it was to Genos or to his foes. 100 pushups, 100 sit ups, 100 squats, running, and of course lots and lots of hero manga. Dragon Ball Z, Tiger and Bunny, he even had a few copies of Bobobo-bo-bo-bobo lying around somewhere. He shrugged. Maybe this was one situation where manga couldn’t help him out. He certainly wasn’t going to force himself on Genos like that. Plus it wasn’t always so clear cut in real life. Sure he was pretty sure he’d be the one on top. He was the one with an actual tangible penis and all.

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Distance: Part 3

It’s here. It’s here! I’m very happy with this part. It went exactly how I wanted it too. A little insight into Harry. A big jump in time but unless we wanted a full novel, it was necessary. 

A few things. I’m not big on switching POV’s unless I really feel like the story needs it, so you won’t be seeing any Harry POV’s in this story. I’m sorry if that is disappointing, but I really think this story doesn't need it. I like seeing it through y/n eyes. Also, I hope to have the next part up in a few days, but I am learning not to make promises. We had a rough week and I feel like I let my readers down by being late. Just know it’s in the works and coming as soon as I get it done. 

All the Love, 


Part 1    Part 2


Another new adventure, another new chapter. After a few months of living with my sister in Manchester, I finally settled into Stage 3. Jamie has named this stage the Fuck You, I’m Too Good For You Anyway stage. After picking myself up of the metaphorical floor, I put my nose in the air and threw myself into my work. I reached out to my contacts and took any job I was offered. Before, I usually stayed in or near London, but in the last two years, I have taken jobs all over the world. I have traveled from Paris to LA and just about everywhere in between.

This is the first time I have been to NYC. I’m no stranger to big cities as I have lived in London since I was 17. I had picked up a few gigs with MTV. They had some photographers on staff but they needed some extra. Having MTV in my portfolio looked good.  

I took the elevator up to the offices after getting squared away with security. I was meeting with the editor of their online publications and the staff I was going to be working with over the next few weeks.

The editor was a lot younger than I expected, as well as most of the staff. She was giving me a tour of the offices when I suddenly spotted a familiar face. I wondered if I could turn around and run without causing a scene. Before I could even take a step away, our eyes met.

“Y/N!” Gemma Styles jumped up from the desk she was leaning on. “Oh my gosh. How are you?” She rushed over and was pulling me into a hug before I could say anything.

“I’m great.” I returned her hug. “How are you?” The awkwardness between us wasn’t as strong as last time since so much time had past.

“I’m good, good. What are you doing here?” She gestured to the offices around us. The editor had to take a call, so she left me in the capable hands of Gemma.

“I’m picking up some work here for a few weeks. I could ask the same of you?”

“I have an opinion blog on their website. I don’t usually come to the offices but sometimes I come in for meetings.” She explained. “You’re here for a few weeks? We should really catch up.” I nodded in agreement. I always got along with Gemma and I missed the friendship we had shared.

“I have a shoot tonight that I picked up since I am in town, but maybe we could do coffee tomorrow morning?” I offered.

“It’s a date, lady!” We exchanged numbers and set a time.

It’s been over two years since I had last seen Harry, but I still missed him. I know it was silly to long for a relationship that really never was even a relationship, but he has something special about him. There is this magnetism that just draws you to him. I followed his career and loved everything they had done recently. When Zayn left the band, I felt the loss for them. I knew how close the guys all were. I loved the album that just dropped a few months prior.

Seeing Gemma brought all those feelings back up to the surface. I had moved on, I truly had. I picked up the pieces of my broken heart and made something bigger out of my life. I pursued my dreams and I was getting jobs that I only dreamed of before. I was a name within the industry, which was nearly unheard of at my age. I was proud of what I had accomplished, but there were times when I was lonely as hell. I didn’t have that person to call at the end of day. I didn’t have the one person to tell my stories too. Yes, I had my sister. I called her often and told her about all the places I had been and people I was meeting. A sister isn’t the same, though. I wanted love, but the way I had spent the last two years almost always on the go didn’t really lend itself to starting a lasting relationship. I was ok with that, most of the time.

Coffee with Gemma was a lot less awkward than I was expecting it to be. We fell into conversation easily. She caught me up on her life and boyfriend. They had been living together for a year now and she was hoping he would give her a ring soon.

“I’ve been following your career, you know. It’s amazing everything you have done in the last few years.” She told me.

“Thank you. I am really proud of my work.”

“As you should be.” She stated loudly while playfully hitting the table between us. I laughed with her.

“It’s not too hard to follow my work. I’m a bit of an instagram junkie.” I knew she followed me and I followed her in return. I used it mostly for professional purposes. I posted about most of my major photo shoots and sneak peek behind the scenes when I could.

“No, it isn’t.” She smiled softly at me. “You really threw yourself into it, didn’t you?”

“I did. When I was staying with my sister, I read this book she had. It was about building character through conflict and struggle. This one line really stuck out for me. ‘When something happens to you, you have two choices in how to deal with it. You can either get bitter, or get better.’  After everything that happened with Harry, I was feeling really bitter. I pour my heart into someone who didn’t feel the same. It was easy to fall into being bitter. But that line stuck a chord in me. I didn’t want to live bitter. So, I got myself as many jobs as I could and worked on getting better. I wanted to be better than I was before; better than the girl who was afraid to branch out of London. I needed to be better than that girl who was worried about not being home when he wasn home incase he got tired of waiting. I am worth waiting for and I needed to remind myself of that.” I’m really horrible about this word vomit thing. It was easy to forget that Gemma was Harry’s sister and to just fall into a friendly conversation with her.

“I’m really happy for you.” She touched my arm and smiled brightly at me. I opened my mouth to thank her again but we were interrupted.

“Ohmygosh! Your Gemma Styles.” A young girl had stopped in front of our table. Her eyes were wide and she looked shocked.

“Yes, I am.” She stood to greet the girl. “Would you like a picture?” Gemma asked. The girl nodded quickly and pulled out her phone. As Gemma and the girl exchanged a quick conversation, her friend was studying me. I was feeling a bit uncomfortable. There were only a handful of pictures of Harry and I that made it to the tabloids and we were never portrayed as more than friends. Still, I got an occasional fan that recognize me, but not as much in recent years.

“I know you!” The friend piped up. I looked at her with a worried glance. “You’re Y/N Y/L/N.” She was starting to get more excited then her friend was over meeting Gemma. “I saw the article about you in Shutterbug.” The article she was referring to was a small piece the magazine did about using social media to further your photography business. They spotlighted me because I had built such a vast career by myself and a lot of it was due to my diligence of keeping up with my social media.

“That’s me.” I smiled. “Are you a photography student?” I asked. She nodded quickly.

“I am. I mean, I take it in high school right now, but I really want to major it in college next year. You’re like, my hero. You are so young and you have this huge career.”  I blushed.

“Thank you, I’m not use to being called someone’s hero.” I stood up and hugged her. She squeaked a little.

“Can I get a picture with you?” I laughed and agreed.

“What’s your instagram? I will follow you.” I pulled out my phone.

“Really? Oh my gosh, wow. Ok.” She quickly wrote down her username and I followed her. “Thank you so much.” She gave me another hug and a few more thank yous before they both left the coffee shop.

“Well, that was a first.” I laughed and sat down again. Gemma looked at me with raised eyebrows and be both laughed. “That was really neat, getting to meet a young girl inspired.” I laughed. I looked down at Instagram and saw the picture of me had been posted as well as Gemma’s.

“Looks like we should move on, yeah?” I held my phone up for Gemma to see. “I have a feeling we will have more admires joining us soon.”

I quickly retweeted the picture of the girl and myself and tagged the girl with the caption ‘While having coffee with an old friend, I was honored to meet this lovely young lady. She is a fan of my work and a future kick ass photographer. Watch out world.’

Gemma’s phone dinged and she smiled. “Cute.”

“Wait, do you have notifications turned on for my posts?” I laughed as she nodded.

“Of course I do. I love seeing what you’re up to.”

“That’s so sweet Gems.” We stood to leave the coffee shop together and walked towards the MTV offices together. We were riding up the elevators when Gemma’s phone rang. She pulled it out and looked at the screen. She furrowed her eyebrows, seeming unsure if she should answer.

“Are you going to answer that?” I asked. She held it out for me to see. ‘Harold’ flashed across the screen.

“I’m not sure I should right now. I can call him back.” She went to hit ignore.

“No, you shouldn’t ignore your brother just because I’m here. Its ok. What if it’s important.” She met my eyes.

“You sure?” I nodded so she swiped her finger over answer. “What’s up knobhead.” I quietly chuckled at the nickname. I couldn’t hear the words but the low rasp of his voice floated through the elevator. It was bittersweet hearing his voice in real time. Sure, I’ve seen him on tv or listened to his albums, but actually hearing him talk over the phone or in person is a sound I have not experienced in years. Gemma glanced up at me quickly.

“Yeah, Harry, I did.” She bit her lip and huffed. “Harry. I don’t think this is the time for this conversation.” She was still looking at me. “Yes, she is.” She paused listening to him then said, “I know, but you’re putting me in an unfair position. I will call you back in a bit Harry and we can finish this conversation.” She said bye and hung up with another frustrated huff.

I raised my eyebrows in question. She huffed again.

“So, apparently I was in the background of the picture you posted.” She said.

“Oh.” I said. “And that made Harry call?” I questioned. Why would Harry care?

“He misses you, you know?” She said softly. The elevator dinged and we walked out to the office together. Gemma stopped in the hallway before we made it into the main office space, giving us a moment of privacy. “I wasn’t going to bring him up, it didn’t seem fair to you but then the idiot went and called me.” She shook her head and pinched her nose.

“What do you mean he misses me?” I touched her arm to get her attention back on me. “Why would he miss me. He made it rather clear that he didn’t care one way or the other. Besides, isn’t he dating Kendall now?” I had seen the pictures of them kissing on a yacht a few months earlier and they had been spotted a few times around LA together since.

“Oh, that’s just rubbish. He was looking for something that he could never find in her.” I cocked my eyebrow at this.

“I don’t know if I really want to know what you mean by that.” She took a deep breath and grabbed my hand.

“Look, I don’t know if I should even say anything, but I can’t just let this pass. After you left, Harry was a mess. He realized he had been a complete idiot. He knew he threw away the best thing he ever had, but he didn’t think he deserved you. A couple times he thought about reaching out to you, but it was finally Mom that talked him out of it. We could all see that you were moving on and doing well. She told him if he really cared about you, he would let you go, not drag you back into it by contacting you.” My hand was to my mouth as I tried to absorb everything she was saying. “It took really losing you for him to realize how much he loved you. I love my brother but he really screwed up when he hurt you. I want to see him happy, but I agreed with my Mom. Seeing you happy was more important. You didn’t deserve to have him pull you back in. At least, not until he was really sure what he wanted.”

I nodded, not sure what to do with all this information. “I don’t really know what to say to all this.” I managed.

“You don’t have to say anything, Y/N. I think you deserve to know that he still cares about you. Deeply. He never really moved on. Maybe because  he realized his feelings too late and never got closure.  I don’t know but he is looking for commitment now, but in all the wrong places.”

“Why did he call?” I asked, not sure if I wanted to hear the answer.

“He wanted to talk to you.” She stated. The weight of her revelation sat heavy on my chest.

“Oh.” Was all I could say.

“I won’t give him your number. I promise.” She hugged me. “Your friendship means alot to me. I wouldn’t do that to you, even when it comes to my brother.” I nodded and hugged her back. “If you want, I can give you his number? You don’t have to do anything about it, and I won’t even tell him you have it. But that way, you can make that choice yourself.”

“I… Yeah, ok.” I agreed. She pulled out her phone and sent the contact to me. “I don’t think I can call him. But thank you.”

“Are you ok? I’m sorry if I shouldn’t have said anything.” I gave her another hug.

“No, I’m ok. I’m glad I know. In a way, it’s good to know I wasn’t the only one hurt.” She gave me a soft smile before we parted ways into the office with a promise to have another coffee date before she flew back to London in a few days.

Part 4

You’re a what!?

This one goes out to @aprofoundbondwithdean @is-this-you-manning-up-sammy @latinenglishfandomblog @brokenaria @winchesterenthusiast @the-mrs-deanwinchester @but-deans-back-tho @mrs-squirrel-chester @mamapeterson and I would love if @bovaria

Thanks you to @deanxkatherine-af for making this. It is a lot of fun writing these. 

Written by: Redlittlefox

Dean X Reader 

Sum: The reader has gone missing for a few days. Dean and Sam soon find out what you have been up to. 

Word count:1k plus

Warnings: None at all just enjoy the fluff while I’m still putting them out. 

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oddharmonics  asked:

Pynch, number 17, bonus points for including actual crybiking?????

 Pynch + 17. “I didn’t know you could sing”
(and no, there’s no crybiking get it togeTHeR saumya)

Alright, Adam had to admit, this was amazing. He’d never before taken Gansey up on his offer that the shower at Monmouth was always available to him if he ever wanted to use it to wash the grime from one of his dirty jobs off him. The suggestion had chafed him, which Gansey of course didn’t understand. It was like Gansey thought everyone at the trailer park (back when he lived there) just shared a communal tin bucket or something, the way he always made it a point to remind Adam that the shower at Monmouth was all his whenever he might need it. He didn’t need it. Though all he’d ever known was tiny, cramped, spaces and weak, dripping pressure with finicky temperatures, showers were not meant to be a luxurious activity. For Adam, a shower never lasted more than five minutes. Ten at the very most. 

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This is a post concerning the problems user arthurcharles (who has now changed his url to redmohawkkid, most likely in fear that my friends and i would attempt to call him out).

Warning: this post is a huge trigger for sexual harassment, transphobia (mostly in the form of misgendering), bi-erasure, ace-erasure, and ableism. If I’m missing any other triggers, feel free to message me.

This is a long message and I’ll probably make a post that sums up all the bad things he’s done. I apologize to mobile users.

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anonymous asked:

I've noticed there seems to be some "policing" in fandom (Positivity Policing I think peeps are calling it). And sadly it seems somewhat true. Also there's weird goalpost shifting for A LOT of issues, almost twisting the plot so it suits better. Also (Cas)fans who are not satisfied get condescended to. It makes me rather uncomfortable. Not to say you are a part of this, I actually voiced this to you because you always answer fairly and with respect for others' opinions.

Oh, I have not had enough coffee for this :P 

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title: heartstrings - part 7
words: 6.6k
summary: the fallout
notes: ok this chapter wouldn’t be half of what it is if i didn’t have my partner in crime @daughterofthestars08 beta-ing the hell out of this thing. kate, you’re amazing. Also shout out to @edecchi and @miraculustladyblog for the moral support! OH and thank you to all the fanartists who have been making me cry with awesome fanart of hs???? y’all how could you be this good to me? this chapter is one wild ride but that’s what makes it fun right? enjoy!

read it here on ao3



Adrien’s fatigue is nearly non-existent.  He’d been lit up like a Christmas tree after seeing Marinette last night, and it took a while for him to unplug and wind down. His dazzled excitement led to a poor night’s sleep, though he can’t feel it. He’s still running on adrenaline, unsure if he’d even slept at all last night, or if he’d just fallen into a daze.

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