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The Signs as Girls I've Fallen In Love With
  • <p> <b>Aries:</b> You were out with your friends. Your smile was so big and so gorgeous. You looked over at me twice, a smirk painted on your round face. You were so cute, you intimidated me a little bit. But you had a softness about you.<p/><b>Taurus:</b> My first girl crush. Your eyes were storms, and your cheeks always rosy. You always made my knees quiver and my heart beat. I miss you. I miss you more than I admit. I wished I kissed you. You're still in my dreams.<p/><b>Gemini:</b> You taught me how to smoke weed in my car on a sunny September morning. The smoke danced through your golden hair and you laughed so hard. Your hands are very soft. I remember you coming into my room at 6 in the morning, wanting to go for a drive. I hope your head is clear. I hope you're still laughing.<p/><b>Cancer:</b> Charming, magnetic, warm. You were always so warm. The time I saw the small of your back when you lifted your shirt is still alive in my memory. Your smile could stop the rotation of the Earth. I'm sure it has.<p/><b>Leo:</b> I saw you in a photograph. The brightest smile I've ever seen. So radiant that the sun should hang her head in shame. Glowing. Always glowing. I've only ever wanted to be in your arms. You are so alive in my imagination. I hope you're alive in reality.<p/><b>Virgo:</b> I caught your eye in a mirror. You were so beautiful and so eager. Your steely resolve melted my heart. I was standing against the wall, admiring your determination. I'm sure you saw me. I thought about saying hi, but you probably would have walked away, leaving me to imagine an intoxicating conversation.<p/><b>Libra:</b> I saw you at a concert. You smiled so much, and your eyes were so bright. I lost myself in them. Our eyes met a million times that night. You returned my smile and blushed a lot. I wanted to find you after the show, but you disappeared.<p/><b>Scorpio:</b> I've always wanted to kiss you. So passionate. So loud. So unique. Always moving. Always working to be a better you. I admire you so much and have wanted not only to be you, but to be with you. You would probably break my heart. I would love to be broken by you.<p/><b>Sagittarius:</b> You were always running. You always sat a little too close to me. You always talked a little too loud. You were so electric. Sometimes I still picture you, you always looked like a painting. I hope he paints you.<p/><b>Capricorn:</b> Quiet. But there was something brewing there. You walked around like you owned the place, and I wanted to run with you. You wouldn't let anyone break through to you. I wanted to so bad. I hope you know that.<p/><b>Aquarius:</b> I love you. I'm so in love with you. I haven't stopped thinking about you since the day we met. I trust you. So beautiful and so weird. I love the way you talk and the way your eyes shine whenever you smile. I'm so caught up in you. I love you more than any girl on this list.<p/><b>Pisces:</b> You don't believe it but you are so very important to me. You have so much to offer this world. I want you to believe in yourself the way I do. So strong. You love more than anyone I know.<p/></p>
Torn (Seth Rollins x Reader) Part 1/2

Part 2

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A/N: Yo. Deal with this, because I can’t. This is like angst and heartache for the sake of it, also I don’t even know who I’m rooting for anymore, but hey it’s all good. First things first: this is a fic for @nuroxic because this gurl needed it and she’s AMAZING, so, that’s that. Secondly, please note that this part contains just as much Baron Corbin as it does Seth Rollins, but fear not, the second part will be all Sethie-poo. Finally, please enjoy my feelings, and tell me how you feel, too!

Summary: Today is day one: the first day of the rest of my life. The first day of falling out of love with Seth Rollins.

Warnings: Swearing, crying, betrayal, LOVE. No but really it’s all good.

Word count: 5745

Tags: @hardcorewwetrash @littledeadrottinghood @caramara3 @i-kneel-for-king-loki @princess3733 @queenreignsempire @lisacarter2016 @stacy326 @alexahood21 @roxannaramona @littlemissava13 @drgns8er @skyereignsrollinsmain @imagineall-the-fandoms @blondekel77 @thiickreigns @m-a-t-91 @valeonmars @ihtscuddlesbeeetchx3 @superrezzy00 @momis30 @laochbaineann @alexispoo @crossfitjesusinskinnyjeans

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Bad Things Song!Fic

Originally posted by arkhangelsks

Bad things Song!Fic

Request: Can you do a song imagine with Happy with the song Bad Things by MGK & Camila Cabello.
For @mrsirishboru
Words: 2058
Pairing: Happy Lowman x Reader

The last time I wrote Smut was for Mad Princess Part 3 and before that it was a LONG time ago so eh, good luck with not cringing at this.

Maybe it was the alcohol or the thrill of being chased by the police that made you laugh. Your hand in Happy’s, you bolted down the street away from the law. Your old man led you through the back streets, you doubled back through a side alley and dove into an abandoned garage. Happy let go of your hand so that you could prop the door that you’d knocked though back up and Happy perched in the window with his gun ready and waiting.

The law ran pass and you cheered on their leaving with a fix of giggles.
Happy put his handgun down on a nearby seat before stepping over to where you were perched on an oil drum, his voice was deep and tempting, “What’re you laughing at?”
Alcohol made your cheeks flare with heat and you giggled again, “Why did I think drinking in the middle of the day with you would be a good idea?”

Am I out of my head?
Am I out of my mind?
If you only knew the bad things I like
Don’t think that I can explain it
What can I say, it’s complicated
Don’t matter what you say
Don’t matter what you do
I only wanna do bad things to you
So good, that you can’t explain it
What can I say, it’s complicated

He stepped up to you, put his rough hands on your bare knees and pushed them open. He stepped between your legs and ran his hands up your thighs to the ripped edges of your shorts, his hands where harsh from violence and working in the garage and it made your stomach flip in excitement.  He ran his thumb along the inside of your thighs and the movement so close to your intimate area, even clothed, tickled and made you shiver.
“You think this is a bad idea?” His gravelly voice danced over your lips, when you inclined your face up to try to kiss him he inched his head back, smirking in victory.
“A very bad idea.” You mumbled and tipped your head up towards him.
One large hand slowly trailed up from your thigh, up your stomach giving you butterflies, slowly his hand moved between your breasts, up the nape of your neck and splayed across your throat.

Nothing’s that bad
If it feels good
So you come back
Like I knew you would
And we’re both wild
And the night’s young
And you’re my drug
Breathe you in ‘til my face numb
Drop it down to that bass drum
I got what you dream ‘bout
Nails scratchin’ my back tatt
Eyes closed while you scream out
And you keep me in with those hips
While my teeth sink in those lips
While your body’s giving me life
And you suffocate in my kiss
Then you said

You groaned lowly and tipped your head further back so he’d have more access to your neck. You loved it when Happy was in this mood. Often your sex life was rough, positions moving fast, hands grabbing at each other whenever you had chance. Happy was a busy man and you were busy working at the TM a lot so you had to catch each other whenever you could, especially because you liked to fuck a lot.

But this was Happy, wanting to take it slow, to tease you and make you groan. The police practically ready to catch you and the alcohol fuelling you just made it even more electric.

His hand stiffened around your neck slightly, just enough for him to show you how much he was going to drive you crazy. He tipped his head down, this time he didn’t tease you, he pushed his lips against yours hard. The hand still on your thigh squeezed hard, his fingerprints tattooing your soft skin. Your hand came up to take his Cut in your fists to pull him closers to you as you kissed. It wasn’t a fight for dominance, Happy was in charge and he showed you that through his kiss, his mouth commanding.

I want you forever
Even when we’re not together
Scars on my body so I can take you wherever like,
I want you forever
Even when we’re not together
Scars on my body I can look at you whenever

You could taste the jack on his tongue and you were sure that the moan echoing in your ears must have been your own.  He pulled away from you, smirking as he looked down at your flushed face and swollen lips.
His hand on your thigh travelled up to the button on your shorts and the hand from your throat joined it. You leaned back and with a hand on either side of the oil drum pushed yourself up so that Happy could pull down both your shorts and your underwear. He threw them somewhere near his gun, you couldn’t really find the effort to care about them now.

Happy’s lips were on your neck, one hand wound into your hair to hold your head to the side so that he could lick and bite his way down your neck unstopped.
The pressure of him pulling your hair made you moan and his teeth scraping against your collar bone made your hips jut upwards to where his other hand waited on the top of your thigh.
“You good?” The words rumbled against your neck.  This was why you loved him, even drunk and high from the thrill of the chase, he had enough about him to check that you wanted to continue.
“Good.” You moaned and his hand inched up towards your womanhood, your stomach tickled in anticipation.

Am I out of my head?
Am I out of my mind?
If you only knew the bad things I like
Don’t think that I can explain it
What can I say, it’s complicated
Don’t matter what you say
Don’t matter what you do
I only wanna do bad things to you
So good, that you can’t explain it
What can I say, it’s complicated

A hard kiss distracted you from any discomfort as his hand cupped your womanhood, slicking his fingers before inserting them into you. You groaned against his chapped lipped but his hand and his kiss didn’t relent. He’d already set the pace, pumping his fingers in you fast and hard, listening to your groans and adjusting his speed to drive you crazy. In the back of your mind the alcohol hummed through your consciousness that this is crazy, you could get caught any second.
You didn’t worry about protection, you’d not told the club but you and Happy where almost trying to for a family.

Whatever happens, happens.

Jesus, how was he doing that with his thumb?

You groaned and pulled away from his kiss, weakly you pushed at his arm and he pulled away from you. Before he could worry that he had done something wrong you were feverishly pulling at his belt and jeans, yanking them down to the rhythm of his deep chuckle.
Liberated of his jeans and underwear, thanks to your nimble hands, he moved to removed his cut but you caught his cut in both of your hands and pulled him over to you, “Keep it on.”
His smirk was deadly, his fingers dug into your backside when he lifted you slightly off of the drum, pulling you forwards and onto him in one swift motion.

I can’t explain it
I love the pain
And I love the way your breath
Numbs me of novacaine
And we are
Always high
Keep it strange
Okay, yeah, I’m insane
But you the same
Let me paint the picture
Couch by the kitchen
Nothin’ but your heels on
Losin’ our religion
You’re my pretty little vixen
And I’m the voice inside your head
That keeps telling you to listen to all the bad things I say
And you said

You cursed, your head falling to his chest. The leather of his cut was wound in your hands, you held onto him as he held you above the oil drum so that you wouldn’t hurt your legs as he set the savage pace.

“Haaap.” You groaned when his lips found your neck, his movements never relenting as his licked and bit at the delicate skin. You released his Cut, your hands coming down his sides and up his back under his shirt and leather so that you could sink your nails into his dark tattooed skin. He kissed a harsh curse against your ear as your nails tracked old scars and ink.
“Fuck girl.” His voice grated against your ear again and you knew that was a warning that he was getting close.

I want you forever
Even when we’re not together
Scars on my body so I can take you wherever like,
I want you forever
Even when we’re not together
Scars on my body I can look at you whenever

Day drinking and drug use will do that to a fella, not that you could say any better, your head was swimming with alcohol and endorphins as you rutted against the oil drum.
You moaned, an almost soundless moan of ecstasy, your nails scratched down to his buttocks as you stumbled into oblivion together.

Am I out of my head?
Am I out of my mind?
If you only knew the bad things I like
Don’t think that I can explain it
What can I say, it’s complicated
Don’t matter what you say
Don’t matter what you do
I only wanna do bad things to you
So good, that you can’t explain it
What can I say, it’s complicated

You let yourselves have a few minutes of coming down, soft kisses over harsh bites and loving whispers that always seemed way too soft to come from your old man. He pulled his jeans and underwear back on before helping you dress, giving you the odd kiss to the inside of your leg as he did which made you giggle.

The way we love, is so unique
And when we touch, I’m shivering
And no one has to get it
Just you and me
'Cause we’re just living
Between the sheets

You’d both been dressed for maybe thirty seconds when the door was kicked in, you were pushed behind Happy as he steadied his gun at the intruder.

Chibs dropped his weapon and Tig held his hands up in mock defence.
They took in the sight of both you, Happy for the most part looked like he usually did when he’d been drinking but you were a different tale. Your hair was thoroughly sexed, your face was flush from the drinking and the exertion, your lips where swollen and below your shorts fingerprint bruises were already forming on your thighs.

“Well, I guess that’s why it reeks of sex in here.” Tig chirped, his eyes quizzically going your form.
“Don’t ya think you and Y/N should have come straight back brother?” Chibs chastised lightly.
Sensing your old man about to get in trouble, you cuddled up to Happy’s side and purred, “My fault boys, I had to drag him away. What is he going to do with me?”
They knew that you were getting Happy out of shit but still Tig had to be there, “I’d think he’s done enough with you.”

I want you forever
Even when we’re not together
Scars on my body so I can take you wherever like,
I want you forever
Even when we’re not together
Scars on my body I can look at you whenever

Am I out of my head?
Am I out of my mind?
If you only knew the bad things I like
Don’t think that I can explain it
What can I say, it’s complicated
Don’t matter what you say
Don’t matter what you do
I only wanna do bad things to you
So good, that you can’t explain it
What can I say, it’s complicated

I can’t wait to teach my kids to love life. To not hate the rain when it falls, but to run out without an umbrella and without a coat and just dance. I can’t wait to show them the beauty of the world in the middle of all the pain. To venture them out into the unknown. To experience the beauty of standing at the top of a mountain, but also the incredible experience of standing in the middle of a city with people flooding all around you, making you feel so minuscule but also so exhilarating. I’m so excited to love. love, love, love. To hold them until they fall asleep, and watch marathons of their favorite movies when they’re feeling sick. To go on long drives and blast Disney music the whole way. To laugh. to laugh laugh laugh. Laugh at life’s little mistakes, rather than getting worked up about them. Life is so wonderful, and growing up I often forgot that. I can’t wait to change that for my kids, to allow them to feel free to be who they are. To let them know that the only thing that is stopping them from changing the world is themselves. To show them how proud I am for pushing through the hard times, and still remaining thankful. I can’t wait.
—  Children are the future, and I’m so excited for mine.
Cha Eunwoo for Ceci (2017 March issue)

How do you feel becoming Ceci’s cover model?
I feel extremely good. I really enjoyed myself whenever I filmed for Ceci. That’s why today I thought to myself that I should work hard and hoped for the shoot to come out pretty but becoming the cover model on top of that, I’m happy. 

Going through your many schedules, do you still harbor a greed for (obtaining) licenses? Have you perhaps given it a shot?
I challenged myself to get a driver’s license and am left with the final course. I passed the written and skills tests and even sat in for the practical test lessons. Driving isn’t hard and I enjoy myself whenever I drive.

There’s always a smile plastered across your face whenever you talk. Have you been like that since you were young?
I didn’t realise it myself but the members said that how I smile resembles my dad. But my eyes always disappear when I smile (laughs). So because they can’t see my eyes when I smile, I’ve had a lot tell me that I should open my eyes a little. That’s why I kind of want to fix it.

It’ll be a year since ASTRO have debuted once it’s 23rd February. You must be feeling incredible?
There are honestly so many thoughts that come to me. I’ve had many new experiences and when I look back, there are also regrets that remain. There are also a lot of events that I feel proud about and am thankful for. We’re a year into our debut and picked things up while experiencing just this much so I realised again how amazing are the careers of our seniors who started way before us. A long extent of time is definitely not easy and I felt how they really are of a whole other level.

Having experienced a year (yourself), you would naturally develop a sense of respect for the people who have accumulated their own time before you.
Yup, that’s why I’m determined for us to really become a team who our juniors would want to take after when they see us hitting our own 5, 10 year mark. 

Having debuted and going through promotions, is there anything that you’ve come to learn about yourself?
My stamina and ability to adapt is good. Even in a situation where I feel really tired and burnt out, my stamina that’s been stored away somewhere shows itself. Especially when there are things I need to accomplish the next day, I’ll always think it over before going to sleep. Then preparations for what I have to do the next day speeds up for me. There’s the bit about not being able to sleep because of the nerves but I’m doing image training. Though when I’m tired and become sensitive, everything shows on the outside. Even if I don’t say anything, I make it obvious like a young kid would. When I think about it later on, I feel sorry and see it as my ownself being immature. My dad has always told me to be good at mind control but I think I’ll have to pay more heed in the future. 

After reading your interview about being deeply immersed in your emotions when you film for a pictorial, I got a grasp of how rich you are in emotions.
My younger sibling’s a ‘cold city guy’ kind of style. When I was young, my family would gather amongst ourselves whenever it’s the weekend and we’d all watch a movie together before sleeping. Even though we’ll bet on who’s able to stay up right till the end, my dad would always fall asleep first. My younger sibling would go to sleep if he found the movie boring and only I would watch till the very end. He wouldn’t cry even if we watched a sad movie, only I would show my tears so I did get teased for that. My father would always look at me and say that I was rich in emotions.

Your personality’s warmer than your younger sibling’s.
But seems like my brother’s felt a lot of things as he lived alone in China. I went to the airport to welcome him when he came back to Korea at the beginning of the year and he was crying as he hugged me. Previously on a radio program, there was a corner where we greeted our family members and JinJin hyung cried as he talked about his mum. I thought I’d end up crying too so I talked about my brother and he said that he’s watched the video dozens of times. 

ASTRO’s special album is slated to be released soon and I’m anticipating your fanclub inauguration ceremony too.
I’ve always asked my company when would our official color be settled, when would they be putting out more goods and I think we’re seeing things move along one step at a time now. When Sechskies and Shinhwa seniors made their comeback, it looked really nice how their balloons in the official colors were being waved about. (As he takes out his fanclub’s official card from his wallet) I can show people now too. I’m happy since we can strengthen the bond with our fans.

That’s true. Because it’s not everyone who can pull off holding an offcial fanclub inauguration ceremony.
If up till now ASTRO has shown a bright and zesty image then in our new album, we’ve embraced a slight transformation. Like how a boy matures. We were also fascinated as we filmed for the music video since it was a different concept. So I’m anticipating how the fans would receive it. The album also includes a fan song in which we personally wrote the lyrics for. We’re preparing a choreography for it too. Our album and the fanclub inauguration ceremony, I’m looking forward to it all.

Lastly, are there any words you’d like to leave in Ceci magazine? Anything is fine.
MJ, JinJin, Cha Eunwoo, Moonbin, Rocky, Yoon Sanha, I love you, ASTRO! Let’s win a no.1 on music broadcasts in 2017. Chairing!!

Scans by: WinterDaisY1204

Translations by @99pmh​
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Christian Yu: What’s On Sight (4)


Chapter 1 // Chapter 2 // Chapter 3 // Chapter 4 // Chapter 5 // Chapter 6 // Chapter 7  // Chapter 8 // Chapter 9

WARNING: Matured Scene coming ahead.

A/N: (Nhaks lakas maka-A/N HAHA!) Finally I get through with this update. It’s long like 4.6k I think. But it still doesn’t satisfy me so yeah, there surely be the next episode. So wait for it. 

Also, just keep in mind that English is not my native language so there might be some spelling and grammar error. Sorry for my lack of talent and I promise to work hard on this. Thank you and please enjoy. Any feedback is well loved. <3

“But seriously baby girl, where are we going?”


You ignore Jay’s question because you don’t have any idea as well. And to be honest, you’re about to drive across the cafe in front where Christian and Jamie is. As you tried your best to glance at them while passing, you didn’t fail to locate them. And being thankful enough that your car window is heavily tainted.


But you know one thing; everywhere is fine except the cafe he suggested.


“Baby girl, talk to me. Are you still mad or something? I thought we had agreed to this shit already?” he sounded defeated. So look at him for a moment.


“Look, I don’t have anything against you Oppa. But can we talk about this once I’m not driving?”


“Yes, Ma'am. I don’t plan to die here as well even tho it might be romantic for others to know.”


You glance at him because if you haven’t known this person, you might really kick him out of your car.

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I’m updating my ace meetup so here I go:

Hey! I’m Mat! I’m 22 and genderfluid

I really wanna make more ace friends and see how that goes. Not really sure what my romantic spectrum is, I know I like all genders, but I’m not sure if I would wanna date anyone right now (being romantic is hard). I’m really good at being weird and seeing dogs from far away. Music and art is my life right now as I mentally struggle through college. If you live in the southern California (riverside/temecula) area hit me up! We can drive to see where the rebellious vegans go to hear good jams and look at vinyls or eat pancakes at 12 at night. If you don’t live nearby then hit me up and we can still talk about whatever! I like most movies, tv shows, and books so yeah.

I’m not really on tumblr as I used to be, but you can still follow me. I’m more so on instagram right now (also I might get a snapchat soon! I’ll try and keep the same username). My username for both is tocabean 

Please don’t be afraid to message me! We can talk about dogs and food :)

It’s funny how life tricks you.
You’re finally convinced everything is okay and have accepted that you’re better than you were. But no, it’s not simple like that.
Showers used to help. They were my safe haven; the place I could be for a while with nothing but water filling my ears, washing away the grime of the day that didn’t turn out as planned. I would sit on the shower floor, curled up with my knees to my chest and squeeze myself together until I felt like my pieces weren’t so detached.
They don’t help like that anymore. Unless I close my eyes, because otherwise all I’m starting at it this pale body shriveled up into a delicate form of sadness. A body I am not proud to call my own.
These are the days when it hurts. I feel the effects of my ever-changing dopamine and serotonin levels violently stream through my body. One day I’m driving to work blasting music, singing the words like they are my own, ignoring the stares I am given at red lights. Other days aren’t quite like that. The music may still be blaring, but it’s not the same. I turn the volume up to maximum not to belt out lyrics, but to try and focus on anything else other than my own brain. Anything else other than,
Why did you fail today? Why do you talk so much? Why is going throughout a day so fucking hard for you? Have you gained weight? Why do you feel so alone all the time? What is wrong with you?
I bite my lip to try and balance out the strange yet painful feeling I have in my stomach. I don’t make eye contact with strangers at red lights; they’d probably wonder why I look so goddamn sad.
I once thought of people as happiness. I know better than to do so now. But that’s where the problem lies. I am in charge of myself. I am my source of what I feel. Influences to my emotions chaotically surround me, but the horrifying truth is that I am in the center of it all. I can pick up the broken pieces of myself and work on the puzzle of who I am,or stab myself with them instead. I know I’m not doing well when I’d rather fight the consequences of physical pain than tear inside my head.
I am dragging my own body by my lifeless feet into what I feel. Yes, I’m psyching myself into it, but I can’t get out.
I am in control. I am in control. I am in control. That’s what I tell myself. But I don’t feel it.

I feel the stab wounds bleeding instead.

Line In The Sand - Chapter Four

Tama Tonga/OC

“You look beautiful.” Colin’s compliment came minutes after Sevyn had been standing in the doorway of his office waiting for him to acknowledge her. Johnny, Pablo and Tama were sitting in front of Colin’s desk receiving instructions. Trips to his club were about business never to just have fun and enjoy the atmosphere. “Let’s go, fellas. We don’t want to be late.” Sevyn allowed them to walk out in front of her, latching onto Colin’s arm when he offered it to her. “I may need you to do something for me tonight.” He whispered as they walked through the house.

“What is it, Col?”

“I just want to show you off,” he explained softly, “They won’t touch you. I promise.”

“I’m not taking my clothes off for them, Colin. I’m not doing that.” Sevyn snatched away from him and stopped in her tracks. Tama, too, stopped to see what was going on, Pablo urged him on though telling him not to worry about it.

“Funny, I don’t think I asked you what you wanted to do. You are mine, you do what I tell you, when I tell you and how.”

“I’m your wife, Colin. You cannot pimp me out like I’m your hoe or something.”

“Suddenly you got a problem taking your clothes off, Sevyn? What were you doing when I met you?” He barked getting directly into her face. “If you want, you can go back to it and I can keep my money.”

“No! I don’t want that. Just please don’t make me do that.” Angry tears pooled in her eyes as she stared Colin in her eyes. He was being a tyrant, acting like he owned everybody around him. Glancing over his shoulder he noticed his guards and Tama were standing at the door waiting on them, then checked the time on his watch realizing they were gonna be late. “Listen to me,” he spat gripping her chin harshly, “You will do whatever I tell you to or that bastard dies. You are mine to do what with what I please. If you try to defy me again, I won’t hesitate to knock your teeth down your throat. Now let’s go before you make me late, Sevyn.” Colin passed between the guards with a scowl on his face. Sevyn had ruined his mood, he hoped for her sake that the meeting went well.  While he wouldn’t do anything to bruise her, he would be sure to put her in her place.

Wiping her face, Sevyn got herself together quickly and walked the same path her husband had. Pablo and Johnny walked out in front of her, Tama behind her. Seeing her torn down like that in front of him made him angry. There was no reason to treat her that way. He touched her back to grab her attention. “Don’t cry, beautiful.” She shook her head not bothering to look back at him and continued to the SUV. Tama watched her get in before heading to the SUV he would be driving. The only thing on his mind throughout the drive was how much hell Sevyn was putting herself through.


Tama stood beside Pablo and Johnny while Colin talked to a few people in one of his VIP areas. He looked around the club trying to find Sevyn. Spotting a few look alike, he became frustrated when he came up empty. “Where’s Mrs. Harris?”. Before Johnny or Pablo could answer, there were hands on Tama’s shoulders. He turned to find Colin giving him a hard stare; he was still pissed about what happened at the house. “Go get her out of that bathroom, tell her to set my office up and have her wait there,” he whispered harshly. Pablo explained how to get to the office and he bathrooms, he was sure Sevyn was in.

Tama knocked softly on the restroom door waiting for an answer. He could hear her crying but she had yet to speak up. “Open up, Sugar. It’s alright.” When she didn’t respond, he just went on and pick the lock with a bobby pin from his pocket. The door came open with a pop jarring her a bit. “It’s okay,” he cooed softly, “Come on and get up off this floor.” Tama helped her from the floor, straightening and brushing her dress off.


Tama watched her move around Colin’s office getting everything he would need together. She was no longer crying, she just had a distant look on her face. Sevyn hadn’t said a word to him, she glanced at him a few times but that was it. After setting everything up, she held her hand out to Tama smiling at him when he placed his hand in hers.  “We can sit if you want,” she suggested, “He won’t be back here for another hour maybe.” The two of them sat quietly, Tama watched her play with his fingers. The plan he had made popped into his mind, figuring this was a good time to start.

“How old are you?”

“Turned 24 in April. How old are you?”

“34.” Tama gripped her hand, pulling her closer to him. “Colin is older than me, much older than you. How did yall get together?”

“We met when I was at work one night and he kept coming back until I agreed to go out with him. I could say that he was this romantic that swept me off my feet but,” she sighed looking up meeting his gaze, “That would be a lie. He seemed so obsessed with possessing me like I was some sort of property.” Sevyn watched confusion cloud his face. She couldn’t blame him at all, it all sounded screwed up.

“You married him anyway though?”

“He wanted a trophy and I need help. I wouldn’t be with him if I didn’t have to be, Tama. I don’t love him and he doesn’t love me.” Saying it out loud never got any easier for Sevyn. She had always just accepted that as long as she needed Colin she would be stuck in their marriage.

“He’s always treated you this way then?”

“I try to fight him on it but I can’t. If I do, he’ll go back on our deal and I’ll still be stuck.”

“Is that what he meant when he said the bastard would die?” Tama asked brushing his thumb across her cheek.

“Yeah. So here I am for him to treat like a porcelain doll and show off whenever he sees fit. I hate that he parades me around because so many people judge me for it like I can help it.”

Tama couldn’t take talking about their life together anymore, it was starting to darken his mood much more than it already was. Fuck, what Melanie was talking about—he was going to fuck her whenever she wanted him to. Not knowing how else he could help without getting her hurt, he knew making her feel good if even for a few hours would help, He wanted to take her mind off Colin. Sevyn was far too much of a pushover, he could tell she had a little feisty woman hiding somewhere inside of her and he planned on getting it out of her.

Sevyn continued to talk about how badly she wanted to be away from Colin but she couldn’t. Tama cared about what she was saying, planned on finding out what was holding her back but for right now he was searching the office for the best place to fuck her on. She realized how distracted she was and tugged his beard a little to get his attention.

“What’re you looking for, Tama?” She asked softly.

“Lookin’ for a place to bend you over.”

She gasped, accidentally tugging harder on his beard than she ought to. “You always this honest?”

“No need to sugar coat it,” he smiled winking in her direction. “Especially not when we don’t have much time.”

“We can’t do that in here. He might find us and then you’re gonna lose your kneecaps. He will kill me, I’m sure of it.”

“He might find us, he might not. Let’s take that chance, Sugar.” Tama rose from his seat pulling her along, leading her to Colin’s cleared desk. Instinctively she went to sit on top of it but he stopped her. “Turn around and bend over, baby.” She did what she was told despite her nerves, it made her anxious just thinking about Colin or someone that worked for him walking in and finding them. Sevyn shivered feeling the cold air against her ass after Tama pushed her dress up until it was around her waist. “You want me to help you forget, Sevyn? Or would you rather have revenge?” He ran his hands up and down the backs of her thighs as he spoke. There was no need for her to respond, he already knew she wanted it or she would have moved already. “You won’t be needin’ these,” he whispered slipping her thong down. Once she stepped out of it, he stuffed them into his back pocket. “Tama, please.”  The thought of Colin finding them had turned her on.

“Tell me what you want, Sugar. What do you want me to do to this pretty pussy?” He purred freeing himself from his jeans. “I want you inside of me,” she murmured pushing her hands out in front of her to grip the desk. Tama grabbed her left thigh, lifting it to rest on top of the desk to give him better leverage. “You want me to fuck you on your husband’s desk,” he asked reaching around to rub her clit with the pads of his rough fingers. Sevyn squirmed against him, wanting him inside of her already. “Tama,” she whined into the desk. Had this been in other time, he would have teased her longer but he didn’t have time for that. He needed to give her what she wanted all while making a point. “Brace yourself, Sugar.” Slowly, he pushed himself inside her dripping center. Her body welcomed him in with no hesitation making them both groan at the feeling. Tama filled her perfectly to the hilt, making not attempt to move to allow her to adjust. Her eyes flew open as he started to move. Her jaw drop as she whined feeling his big lubricated head piercing her labia repeatedly. Tama watched her ass bounce back with each thrust, she rocked back harder trying to meet each one. He held her hips firmly and pushed his dick all the way in and stayed there.  

“Oh, fuck. It’s too much. I can’t,” She panted reaching back to push him back.

“You said you wanted it. Take it this dick, Sev.”

He fucked her with furious strokes making her feel like she was his woman. Her husband a distant memory. Tama pulled her up so her back was against his chest and kissed the back of her neck. “You’re so tight, baby. You feel amazing.” Suddenly, Sevyn felt all new sensations causing her to collapse back onto the desk. Her body was tingling, all her nerves were on end. “Fuck, no. Tama stop,” she yelled still meeting his thrusts. “Take it, baby. You can do it.” His hand came down hard on her ass eliciting a loud whine from her. “Stop, I gotta pee. Tama, stop,” she groaned. Tama smirked knowing what was going on with her body, it gave him a new-found motivation. His thrusts become harder and faster as his fingers found her clit again rubbing fiercely. “Don’t fight it, Sev. Gimmie what I want,” he ordered still buried deep inside of her. She shook her head afraid of what was about to happen. “You’re fine, beautiful,” he groaned driving himself in and out. Tama needed her to come fast, he wasn’t sure how much longer he could hold out. Sevyn came with a squeal as she released all over Colin’s desk and the floor. Tama pulled out, urging her to turn around as he finished himself off. On jelly legs, she lowered herself to a squatting position, putting her mouth over the head of his dick just as he started to cum.


Colin dismissed Sevyn once he meeting started, he was still upset from her outburst. He didn’t want her in the room just in case she had another. Sevyn stayed close to Tama tucked away in Colin’s VIP area. The meeting had gone well, Colin was happy again forgetting what transpired between him and Sevyn, luckily for her.

“Did you spill something on my desk and the floor?”

Sevyn looked up at Colin through her vanity mirror with wide eyes. Tama had told her he would cleaning up the mess she had made, even though he had no intention of doing so. He wanted Colin to find it.

“Um, yeah. I’m sorry. I thought I got it all up.” She fought to keep the quiver out of her voice. She didn’t want to alert him. After he didn’t respond, she let out a low sigh then went back to removing the small amount of makeup she was wearing and let her hair down.

“Stand up so I can unzip you,” Colin urged standing behind her. He had already removed his suit and stood there in briefs. He made quick work of her zipper, pulling it off her shoulders and down her body leaving her naked. “You didn’t wear anything under your dress?” He asked stepping away from her. “Didn’t want lines to show, Col.”

“Mmhm. I’m gonna go shower when I get out I don’t want you in here. I want to sleep alone tonight.”

She slipped into a pair of basketball shorts and tank top and grabbed her phone and charger before leaving the room. It wasn’t unusual for Colin to want to sleep alone even though he had promised to sleep beside her when he was home during the night.

The weather was still nice when they had gotten back home so she decided to sit on the patio before turning in for the night. When she snatched the door open she found Tama sitting with his feet in the pool, looking up at the sky. Figuring he wanted to be alone she tried to close the door but he had called out to her.

“I’m sorry, I’ll leave you be. I didn’t know you were out here.”

A distinct chuckle left his lips. “It’s cool. I could use the company.”

Sevyn rolled her pants up then sat beside him, sticking her feet in the warm water. It was a comfortable Miami night, not to cool and not too warm. The stars were shining which hardly happened in this city.

“I like to look at the moon,” Tama admitted staring up at the sky. “My sister always thought I was gonna turn into a werewolf.” Sevyn stayed quiet not sure if he was opening the floor to conversation or if he was just rambling on. Either way she didn’t mind. “You have any siblings, Sevyn?” She laughed a little pushing some of her hair off her shoulder. “My mom has ten kids. Four girls and six boys.” His brows rose in surprise, he didn’t expect that.

“That’s a lot. I wouldn’t know what to do with all those kids.” He spoke honestly.

“Hmm, she didn’t either. I’ve never met any of my siblings. All ten of us were scattered around the country right after she had us. I have no idea where she is or my siblings.”

“Ten kids though,” he repeated slowly. “Damn.”

“According to my dad she either ran out of names or didn’t care to give a real one by the time she got to me. Hence the name.”

Her name finally made sense to him. Sevyn for the seventh child.

“What’s your full name?” He asked swinging his feet around in the water.

“You really want to know?” She asked looking over at him smiling. He nodded very interested in what she had to say. “Sevyn April Harris.” Tama couldn’t help but burst out in to a fit of laughter. Sevyn joined him, bumping his shoulder playfully. “You were born April 7th and she named you Sevyn April,” he laughed loudly, “Maybe she wanted to make sure no one forgot your birthday, Sev.”

“I wish. She didn’t care, Tama. As soon as she was discharged she called my father to pick me up and skated out. I’ve only seen her in pictures, honestly.”

“That’s messed up. Where’s your dad?” Tama asked taking hold of her hand.

Her father.


Where’s her father?

“You ever had sex in a pool,” she asked gripping his hand.

“Yeah, once or twice.”

“I haven’t. You want to be my first in a pool,” she questioned biting down on her bottom lip.

Tama squinted in her direction. The urge to give her what he wanted was strong but she was only doing it to distract him. It put him off.

“Not right now. Maybe another time.”

“Oh, come on, Tama. I thought you were Bad Boy Tama. Wouldn’t you like to fuck me in my husband’s pool while he’s sleeping?”

“Sevyn, we’re talkin’, that can wait.” He stressed using his thumb to pull her lip from its hold beneath her teeth. “I wanna know more about you before I fuck you again.”

“My daddy is in Orlando. Okay?” She spat annoyed.

“Why are you getting so upset? Most women want the man to ask about them.”

“I’m not upset, Tama. I just don’t want to talk, I want you to fuck me in the pool.”

“That’s why you did that in the dressing room? You thought I was goin’ to want to talk to you?” He asked now putting the pieces together.

“I did it because I wanted to, Tama. Just drop it,” she sighed snatching her hand away from his. “You can finish telling me about your sister.”

“We’re talkin’ about you right now, Sevyn. Sex doesn’t make everything better or go away all the time. You’re usin’ it to deflect.”

They held each other’s stare until Sevyn realized he wasn’t going to let up. She got up from her spot beside him along with her things and went back into the house. With his new realization, Tama sat trying to figure out what to say to Sevyn. She was open about her mom and siblings but closed off about her dad. Tama was determined to get something out of her before he slept with her again.


The presence in the house was not the only strange thing I encountered while living and working in that particular country. I experienced a lot of strange and inexplicable phenomena while I was there, and had I not already been the type of man to believe in such things, living there would have converted me. One of the most pleasant things about where I lived was that it was set away from the town, a house surrounded by hills and not too far from the sea. One of my favourite things to do at the time was to take night drives in my jeep, up into the hills and sometimes off road. I would do it both alone and with company, and therefore this particular phenomena was witnessed both by myself on my own, and by witnesses.

I first noticed the phantom vehicle when I was by myself. I was driving up through the winding roads, taking it relatively slow as I was still new to them and didn’t want to take them too fast. About halfway along a particular route I noticed headlights in my rear-view mirror. They were very bright, almost unnaturally so, and almost immediately after noticing them I found it was very hard to see where I was going. In what felt like seconds the car was right up behind me, the high beams still on, and it was so bright I could see the shadow of my own car on the road ahead of me. There was nowhere convenient for me to pull over and nowhere where the car could overtake, but the driver refused to back off, even when I was forced to slow to a crawl. I very quickly began experiencing a headache because of the light, and it was a relief when the road opened up a little. The car followed behind me until the opportunity was nearly lost, and then finally overtook me. As it drew up alongside me I saw it was a large jeep not unlike my own, black in colour, and oddly silent. There were no revs from the engine, none of the normal noise I would expect from a car passing by. It simply glided past me and back onto the correct side of the road, where I saw its rear lights move rapidly away from me. Just as quickly as the headlights appeared in the first place, they vanished, though I knew this stretch of road well enough to at least know there were no immediate bends sharp enough to make the rear lights vanish.

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I am CURSED with empathy, like even towards objects. I hate it. But I have to get a new (new used lol) car because mine is unrepairable and besides the stress of going through all that I’m just sad about it. I inherited this car from my grandfather who passed away earlier this year so my entire memory of this car has been driving around with him in it and it’s going to be hard to let go.

Exploration (Adventures with dom!Sam)

Here you go! Based off of this imagine, here is the one shot of dom!Sam as requested by three of you lovely anons!

Word Count: 1959

Warnings: SMUT, flogging, light BDSM

A/N: As always, let me know what you think. Writing kinks is new to me and I want to get them right ;)

You rummaged through the drawer and pulled out one of Sam’s old t-shirts to sleep in. You slipped it over your head, and were reaching for your sweatpants when Sam’s voice stopped you.


You turned around to find Sam smoldering at you with his lips parted and fists clenched at his sides. You looked at him in confusion.

“Don’t put on the sweatpants. Do you have any idea how hot you look right now?”

You smiled as your heart beat a little faster. Oh.

You made of show at looking down at yourself, your bare legs sticking out under the hem of Sam’s shirt. “You think I look hot?”

“Don’t be coy.” Sam’s voice was low, hard, and hot. You felt heat pool in your stomach and wondered how just the sound of his voice could get you so worked up. “Get on the bed, on your hands and knees,” he commanded.

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Paper Hearts

Characters - Hank x Reader

Song - Paper Hearts by Tori Kelly

Warnings - Sadness, Implied smut

A/N - This idea has been in my head from the moment I heard the song. I know some people would have prefer this been about Bucky but when I envisioned this, I saw Hank. You don’t have to be into X-Men to read this.

Originally posted by pandehamburguesa

It’d taken everything you had to pull yourself out of bed. Feeling sore from spending days in the very spot, you groaned and forced your curtains open. The sunlight was nearly blinding but you knew it was what you needed, today was the day you would force yourself to start healing.

After a quick yawn and stretch, you went to the kitchen to make yourself a cup of coffee before returning to your room. Your bed was tantalizing, whispering to your mind for you to stop and fall back into it. However, you were determined to do this.

With your mug on your desk next to your favorite pen and a few fresh pages of stationery, you stood in front of your closet door. You wanted to reach for the handle but there was a firm tugging on your heart stopping you from doing just that. There was a multitude of emotions swirling through you; your body was absolutely buzzing with sadness, fear and anxiety as you willed yourself to turn the knob and pull the door open.

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Hot Enough? Part 1

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Genre- Future smut.

Group- VIXX

Member- All

Admin- Aussi

I sat next to Shin Hye, an amused smile resting on my red lips at her silly comment. The sound of a shutter reminded me of my job and I turned to the camera with a slight glare. Another click sounded and I groaned, pouting. Once again, the sound of a shutter echoed through the room, “Why do you take pictures when im not ready?” I griped childishly and the staff members laughed. I playfully scowled at them before grinning widely.

“They’re doing it because you look your best when you’re acting natural, you know.” Shin Hye commented with a small pat on my back, an entertained smile gracing her face.

“I guess I’ll just have to prove my acting then.” I declared getting into a pose. Shin Hye rolled her eyes at my child-like actions and changed positions. After a few more shots together it was time for our solo photo’s. I normally despised doing solo photo shoots, I worked better with other people, taking inspiration from them. But now I had something to prove.

My hand gently rested below my breast on the opposite side of my chest. My legs stretched out over the long couch with my head was on the arm of the couch, exposing my neck. Click. A small smirk formed on my mouth. Click. I slowly pulled my legs up and rested my head on my knees, lacing my hands through my hair. Click. I stood up to do another pose when I saw a group of guys in the back staring at me.


The first boy I noticed had a rough look with his black hair and soft eyes, his lips were tilted up on one side and eyes mirrored curiosity. The way he stood oozed composure and confidence. His hands were in his pockets, sleeves rolled up to expose thick forearms.


The next boy had red hair, broad shoulders and sharp eyes that could steal a soul, or heart. His face was blank as if everything happening was too mundane for him. Even this face of boredom however held an electric like intensity. I shivered as our eyes locked.


The third boy had his mouth agape but a side curved making it look like a pleasant surprise, his hair a midnight blue. His face was innocent but something else lurked below the surface, waiting to be unleashed. He looked younger than the rest.


The fourth in line had a thoughtful look on his face as if he was internal contemplating something. His face was sharp and smooth at the same time, giving him a unique look. His hair was black and his eyes held me, mature yet playful.


The fifth in line was smiling gently, his deep dimples being revealed. He held a certain maturity and elegance in his stance. His hair was a deep brown. He seemed out of place with the rest, a charming prince surrounded by cunning thieves.


The last boy was smirking playfully, mischief glistening in dark eyes. He looked like he was observing a new toy rather than a person. Noticing my gaze he gave me a quick wink, puckering his lips in a puckering motion quickly.


“That’s a wrap, guys! Good job Ah In, we got some good pictures.” The photographer yelled and I snapped out of my reverie. I smiled and bowed.

“That’s because we have a great photographer!” I praised, giving him a thumbs up and he gave me a snort. My manager, Sa Hee, put her hand on my lower back, beginning to list off my schedule for the day as she led me to the dressing room. I looked over my shoulder at the group of guys, whose gazes were still burning into me, making me feel oddly vulnerable. I lost sight of them as the door of the dressing room shut behind me.

I turned to look at Sa Hee, “Those guys that were in the back,” I began, “Who exactly were they?” I asked, trying to seem nonchalant. She sat in her chair, eyes glued to her phone.

“Some idol group that’s popular these days. VIXX I believe. They are considering you to be in a music video of theirs so came to see you in action I assume.” She said simply, waving her hand in a dismissing motion. My eyebrows furrowed.

“Why are they scouting out a model for an acting position?” Im sure my face looked puzzled.

“To draw in male fans?” She offered, looking up at me finally.

“If they wanted to do that then couldn’t they just use a female idol from their company?” Sa Hee looked up at me, slightly annoyed at my questions.

“Are you complaining? It would be great publicity.”

“What I have is good enough.” I sighed, taking a seat on the couch. Life was comfortable for me. I had enough money to survive and buy gifts for my parents, I didn’t more money, I was fine where I was. I wasn’t a very famous model but I was well known. There wasn’t anything else to ask for, I was happy.

“There is no ‘good enough’ in this business, Ah In. Lets just hope you impressed them.” She said, smiling encouragingly at me.

“Why didn’t you tell me they were coming if you wanted me to impress them?” I asked, confused and she sighed.

“Their request, plus you should always be working at your best so it didn’t matter much.” Sa Hee shrugged. A knock caught our attention and Sa Hee got up to open the door. A staff member handed her a stack of photo’s before leaving. Sa Hee handed me the stack, “I still have no idea why you like the un-edited photo’s. Most people would love to see the pretty photoshopped versions.” She muttered.

“I feel more accomplished seeing the raw photos. It’s my hard work, not the edited work.” I said, closing my eyes.

As soon as the sentence ended, her phone rang in her pocket, “I’m going to take this call and then i’ll drive you home.” She informed before stepping out of the room with a slight slam.

I looked through the photo’s, smiling at the ones of me with Shin Hye, she is always so beautiful. I eventually hit a photo I didn’t recall posing for.

My eyes were wide in the photo, as if I had seen a ghost. It was the photo where I first saw the guy’s in the back. I set the photo aside to look at the next one, curious what my reactions to them looked like.

The series of photo’s where a range of facial expression, all underlined with attraction. My pupils were clearly blown up and a slight flush was scattered across my cheeks. I looked curious but entranced. The pictures werent bad, far from it. What startled me the most was the fact that these people who I had never met made me forget doing my job. They made me focus solely on them.

I let out an annoyed noise. I didn’t know if it was because they made me lose control or because I blew my shot working with them if I looked like a slacker. 

I was rudely awakened from my sleep with the sounds of excited shrieking and the harsh slam of my front door. A loud groan left my lips as I shoved a hyperactive Sa Hee off me, “What? What? What? Stop yelling for Christ’s sake!” I yelled, sleep slurring my speech.

“VIXX actually chose you!”

“Gee thanks, glad to know you had faith in me.” I said groggily, wiping my eyes. I paused, shooting straight up and looked at her,” Wait, what did you say? I think I just misheard.”

“You were chosen for the music video, Ah In!” She cried out and I jumped out of bed happily. We grasped each others hands and spun in circles screaming in joy. Sa Hee suddenly stopped spinning, her face blank.

“What?” I asked and she pointed at my alarm clock. 8:07 am.

“We have a meeting with them at 8:30…” she said, voice suddenly quiet and shaky. Her words slowly sank in before we both sprinted to my closet. I began rapidly pulling my clothes off as she searched for an outfit. She pulled out a pair of black shorts with pointed studs dotting along one side and threw it onto my bed, soon after she yanked out a cream knitted sweater. I quickly put them on, barely dodging a cream heel being flung at my head. I ran over to where it was and slipped it on along with the matching shoe that banged against my wall. I slipped on a black choker with a white rose gracing the center.

I rushed into the bathroom and began to apply my makeup as Sa Hee began to heat up the curling iron. She started to speed curl my hair and adjust it over my shoulder. She rushed me out the door assuring me I could do my eyeliner and everything else on the way there.

We arrived at the building at 8:28 and quickly walked inside the building spotting the boys and slowly walking over to the table. We sat down and the first boy I saw yesterday looked down at his watch.

“8:30 on the dot.” His voice was startlingly deep and his deep black eyes glanced up, looking straight into mine. A smile cracked on his face, “Impressive. I assume we should introduce ourselves, i’m Ravi, the group’s main rapper and lead dancer.” The guy next to him spoke up, the one who I decided had a very unique look.

“I’m N,” he greeted, giving a warming smile “I’m a vocalist, lead dancer, and the leader here.” He turned to the blonde his left, “You go.” He said simply and the blonde began to pout, thick lips puffing out.

“I cant go next, you have to save the best for last.” He whined and N gave him a dark look in return. My lips quirked up at their interaction.

“That’s why you aren’t going last. Introduction.”

“Whatever, third is a lucky number too I guess. I’m Ken, main vocalist.” He said simply, lips pursed as if bored. The next guy went ahead and spoke.

“Hi, its nice to meet you, I’m Hongbin. I’m the face of the group, lead rapper and a vocalist.” He scratched the back of his neck as if embarrassed by the title of visual. He certainly was a visual.

“They just gave you that role because you aren’t the best at the other roles they gave you, I am the true visual.” Ken chimed and Hongbin let out a small chuckle at Ken’s playful attitude, his dimples making an appearance yet again. I swooned slightly.

“I’m Hyuk! I am the makane, the main dancer and a vocalist.” The boy with Midnight blue hair chirped with small wave and I gave a large smile back. He was cute. My head turned to the last boy as he took a giant gulp from a coffee cup labeled ‘Latte’. His cat-like eyes observed everyone at the table before landing on me. He turned the coffee cup to reveal his name written on the side.

“Leo. Main Vocal.” He said simply, his voice was quiet but not in a nervous way just a way they seemed gentle. His voice was very soothing and alluring. I stood up and fell into a deep bowing position.

“Nice to meet you all, My name is Ah In.” I said with a bright smile before sitting back down. Hyuk let out a small giggle.

“We know who you are, Leo is a big fa- AH!” Hyuk suddenly jerked back with a hiss as Leo’s latte spilled on his lap.

“Leo!” N shrieked, practically throwing napkins on Hyuk’s leg. 
Leo quickly picked up his cup, shook it to check how much was still there and got up to get another one as Hyuk was still whimpering from his burnt thigh. Hongbin began to pat the area, trying not to smear the wetness. I cringed, imagining the sticky coffee, trapped by his jeans.

“You always let him off too easy.” Ravi murmured quietly and N gave a small glare. Leo came back a few minutes later his latte now iced. He set the drink in front of Hyuk, who let out a forced smile.

“Iced Goguma Latte. Its sweeter.” Leo said, sitting down.

“Thanks, hyung.” Hyuk said before taking a small sip. N elbowed Ravi and gave him a ‘See. I told you so.’ look. Ravi let out a defeated sigh, “Anyways the point is we know who you are, you’re really good so I don’t know why you act like you’re a bad model.” Hyuk commented. I shrugged slightly.

“I’m not the best either.” I said and before the boys could open their mouth to argue Sa Hee opened hers and I suddenly remembered that she was here.

“So what will Ah In be doing in this music video?”

“Ah In is in love with a man and it goes through their relationship to put it simply. Each of us will be expressing a type of emotion, some more complex than others, that occur within the relationship. Leo is anger, Ravi is passion, Hongbin is frustration, Hyuk is entrancement, Ken is playful and I am comfort.” N states.

“It’s the music video of a song we already released, but just didn’t have video for yet.” Hongbin added.

“What song is it?” I asked.

“It’s called ‘Hot Enough’.” Ken smirked and my manager looked slightly taken aback.

“The lyrics for that song are awfully steamy..” She said slightly weary and N nodded.

“They are and due to that the video will be too. It will have lots of appeal to the audience though, they’ll eat it up.” Sa Hee looked at me, silently asking if I was okay with it. Her eyes telling me if I didn’t want to she wouldn’t make me. I turned to face everyone.

“I’ll do it.”

AUs I'd Like To See 02
  • Oh God we’re both locked inside the mall and the only stores that are open suck AU
  • It’s Black Friday and we both want the last ____ item AU
  • I still have my old Yu-Gi-Oh deck, do you wanna play AU
  • This line is taking forever to move forward so why don’t we talk to one another to pass the time AU
  • I can’t draw to save my life but you draw like a pro and now I feel bad AU
  • The stall I’m in has no toilet paper and now I’m stuck between asking the person in the stall next to mine for some or staying quiet AU
  • Let’s walk around the neighbourhood and look all the Christmas lights together AU
  • You’re writing a book and I’m your more-or-less editor AU
  • I’m not saying that you’re wrong but I’m right AU
  • Ugly Betty AU
  • Devil Wears Prada AU
  • I’m ___ years old and I still don’t know how to drive, you should totally teach me AU
  • Watching our old childhood cartoons and oh my God all these fucking innuendos that are in them AU
  • She’s The Man AU
  • I didn’t know that was the one you pressed to hit, I’m still trying to figure out the buttons so don’t kill my character AU
  • Let’s try a DIY it shouldn’t be that hard AU
  • Flipped AU
  • We’re going to have to work together if we’re going to get through this AU
  • Have you watched that one show yet? Well you should AU
  • The ending sucked and I need cheering up AU
  • Battle Royale AU
  • I don’t actually like Pumpkin Spice Lattes but I pretend I do so you’ll still like me AU
  • Oh god my friends just told my crush I liked them AU
  • We both have conversations on our balconies across from one another every night AU
  • Avoiding mistletoe like the plague until someone finally got me under it AU
  • I found this diary lying around and -guiltily- started reading it and I’m falling for the person who wrote in it and I don’t even know them AU
  • John Q AU
  •  Unstoppable (2010 film) AU
  • Pirates of the Caribbean AU
  • Cracking knock knock jokes back and forth with one another AU 

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whats going to happen with the Van Hollow Legacyif ur computer cant be fixed?

Originally posted by whenyoumisshimsomuch


I’m just kidding. I love you, nonny. And I’ve been constantly thinking about it since my boyfriend first broke the news to me. Honestly, the first thing I thought was “MY LEGACY!!!!  Ɛ\>”

I’m not ready to let go of my legacy. My legacy was still a baby, I was only halfway through gen 2. And I still had ideas and storylines I wanted to do. I feel cheated out of something I was still having a lot of fun with, 8 months after I started.

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Hey all!

Sorry for the vanishing; my computer somewhat abruptly suffered hard drive failure. It’s still in the shop, but should be back in my hands within the week. 

I’m sorry if I missed anything y’all wanted to show me; my computer’s been gone since Tuesday and I’m not going to be able to go through nearly a week of my dash. Generally speaking, the best way to get me to see something is to send it to me in a message, or tag me in it.

When Derek's computer breaks, he calls tech support and gets Stiles

De­­rek presses the power button on his laptop for the 10th time, this time with a bit more anger than the past few times.  The screen flickers to life, and, just like the previous 9 times, a message flickers across the screen before the machine abruptly shuts down again.

“Hard Drive Failure. Error number 10032391. Please contact Dell Tech Support at 1-800-624-9897 or”

“Crap,” Derek swears, and he reaches for his phone. He’s only had this laptop for a year, how could it already have crashed on him? He knew he should have listened to Cora and bought a Mac.

He types in the Dell Support number and hits call.  He hates phone calls, but knows it’s probably the quickest way to get his computer fixed.  Plus, the fact that his computer is broken means emailing isn’t going to happen.

He listens to the automated voice that tells him that’s he’s on hold.  Ten minutes later he’s still waiting, when suddenly the music stops and a young, chipper, male voice sounds through the phone. “Dell Tech Support. This is Stiles. How can I help you?”

“Uh, hi,” Derek says. “My, uh, my computers not working.”

“Okay, and what seems to be the problem? The voice, Stiles, asks calmly.

“It just…when I hit the power button it tells me the hard drive has failed.”

“Uh oh, that’s not good,” Stiles chuckles.

“No, no it’s not,” Derek deadpans.

Stiles clears his throat. “Right, sorry. So, I’ll see how I can help you. What’s the service tag number? Should be on the bottom of the computer.”

Derek lifts up the computer and reads Stiles the long list of digits that are printed there.

“Okay,” Stiles says, “And can you confirm your name for me?”

“It’s Derek-Derek Hale.”

“Alright Derek. So I’m gonna say something you’re probably not gonna like. Feel free to prepare yourself accordingly.”

Derek can’t help but chuckle a bit at that. “Go for it.”

“So your hard drive has failed…obviously. I guess it’s already told you that. So we’re gonna need to put in a new one. To do that, we’ll have to send you a box that you can put the computer in and send back to us. Then we’ll take a few days to install the new hard drive, and send your laptop on back to you.” He says it a little speedily, like he’s trying to rush through the bad news with as little pain as possible.

“Oh,” Derek says.

Stiles jumps back into the conversation. “But the good news is, the fix and the shipping will be free. So all you’re really losing is time.”

“What about the stuff that’s on the hard drive?”

Stiles hesitates for a moment. “They’ll try to recover everything, of course, but there is a chance that you might lose it.”

“Great,” Derek responds.  Normally he’d be feeling pretty angry by now, but something about Stiles’ sappy voice and ridiculously positive attitude is somehow putting him more at ease. “So when will I get the box?”

“I’ll set it to ship out tomorrow morning, so you should get in within 3 business days,” answers Stiles.

Derek runs a hand across his face. “Okay. Thanks.”

“Anything else I can help you with?” asks Stiles.

“No. That’s it. Thanks again.”

“No problem.  Thanks for calling Dell Tech Support…and, Derek? Try not to get too down. We’ll get the problem fixed as best as we can.”

“Thanks,” Derek stupidly says for the third time.

“Have a good night!” calls Stiles.

Derek hangs up the phone.

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Miss Earth

It’s not over yet, but I’m learning so much with this shoot. Everything that can go wrong has gone wrong; reformatted hard drives (lost footage omg), people flaking out at the last minute, people leaving set at the last minute, working four days in a row with only three hours of sleep between each one, dealing with people on set who are combative, being a boss versus being a friend, handling high tension and stress levels, miscommunication, JEZUS MAN. 

Every shoot before this, with the exception of Here She Is, has gone without so much as a bump. So going through the biggest shoot of my life and having everything crash and burn (but still plowing on because hey you have to) has taught me so much about myself, about the people I work with, about who are my true friends, and about how much I love what I do.

Because even though at times I genuinely wanted to die so that it’d all go away, I still love it. I love every struggling terrible moment of it. It’s easy to love this shit when things go right, or when it’s fun, or when you’re so prepared and organized and everything is just falling into place.

It’s harder to love something when the entire universe is making it impossible, when it seems like no one gives a shit, when you’re trying to rally people to get this thing done right and to care about the work they’re doing. 

But I fucking love it. 

And that ain’t eva gonna change.