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The Bookstore

Hey guys! It’s me again, and I sorta wanted to write a Tom meet-cute because I daydream about those 25/8? This is just soft, fluffy and sweet, I hope you like it!
Author’s note: Tom is my screensaver and I went to Barnes and Noble today and the girl that was ringing me up was really, really nice and we were talking about Marvel because I was buying a comic, (I finally found Spider-Man Blue, three cheers for me!) and she was literally like, “oh my gosh, you and Tom would be super adorable together! I can just see it now!” And I sort of died? So this is just a story branching off of that?
The Bookstore
“Is that your boyfriend?” The saleslady asked, referencing the girl’s phone, as a smile that stretched from ear to ear crossed over her features. “He comes in quite often, has mostly good taste in books, although, sometimes his choices are questionable at best. Likes fantasy and adventure, some good, some not.”
The girl’s eyes widened and her mouth flopped open and shut like a guppy’s as she attempted to stutter out an appropriate response.
Tom Holland was the girl’s screensaver, and no, he most definitely wasn’t her boyfriend because he had no idea that she existed. Even if he had stumbled across her fan account, she’d just be another fan to Tom, maybe she’d even stand out for being an ultimate creep.
“He’s a very polite boy, you’re so lucky! My daughters are only interested in self-obsessed assholes.” The lady began to scan her choices, continuing to rant about her daughter’s apparent bad taste in men.
The girl was still struggling to comprehend her situation. The saleswoman clearly knew Tom, who apparently came in often, as did she, so she couldn’t really say that he wasn’t her boyfriend without looking like an utter and complete weirdo.
Pondering, she bit the inside of her cheek. Their paths had never crosses, so what could be the harm in indulging in a little fantasy? “We’ve been dating since last Spring,” She said, not daring to look into the kind eyes of the saleswoman.
“Ah, I see. I bet you two look absolutely adorable together, maybe turn him onto some high quality literature next time he comes in, eh?” The woman smiled from across the counter, waving the girl’s new Philip Roth books in the air before handing them over.
Reaching for her five purchases, the girl smiled and nodded, “I’ll do my very best!” She called and waved as she left the store.
Over the next few days, Tom wandered back into the bookstore. Navigating his way down the store’s narrow aisles, Tom searched for something that he could read on the plane that he’d inevitably be boarding sometime soon. He paused every so often to pick up a book, glance over the summary on the back, and reshelve it to it’s proper home.
After shuffling down another section, he came across the very same saleswoman who had helped the girl moonlighting as his girlfriend.
“How come you guys never come in together? She knows some good authors, I’m sure she’d love to help broaden your horizons.” The saleswoman said, maintaining her position, crouched over to straighten and tidy the shelves.
Tom looked around, unsure of who the woman was speaking to, because as far as he knew, none of his friends knew about this store. They opted for Barnes and Noble, while he prefered to dig.
“Yes, you. I just met your girlfriend and she’s lovely. Great taste in books.” The woman said again.
Scratching his head, Tom wasn’t exactly sure what to say, so he played along, not wanting to be rude. Surely she must be confusing him with someone else, because he didn’t have a girlfriend to share books with, as much as he’d like one.
“Yeah, we just have different schedules, she’s usually in class when I peruse the bookstore.” Tom said, bending down to help the woman on the floor.
“She’s very cute, and very sweet. It’s nice to see young people reading something that isn’t their twitter feed.” The woman said, taking one last glance at the fixed up shelf, before nodding decisively and standing up.
Tom stood as well, chuckling, “My Dad’s an author, so reading has always been apart of my life.”
“You guys are lovely, let me know if I can be of any help.” The woman began to walk away and Tom shook his head and laughed.
“How do you know that my girl is my girl? We never come in at the same time.” Tom asked suddenly, curiosity leaking into his bloodstream.
“She comes in more often than you, buys more books than you, and you’re her screensaver. It’s quite cute, actually.” The saleslady called out.
There it is, Tom thought, she might be a fan. He couldn’t think of any other reason that he’d be her screensaver. Shoving his hands into his pockets, Tom smirked and picked out not one, but two books. One to leave at the register for her the next time that he came in, and one for him to read while he was on the press tour.
“That is so thoughtful! She’ll love it!” The woman said from behind the cash register, clapping her hands together. “I’ll make sure that she gets it, alright? Wanna put a little message in it, promise I won’t peak! I’ve got a pen right here!” She chirped happily.
“Yeah, alright, I’ll actually do that. Could I please borrow your pen?” Tom asked.
Drawing a heart to conclude the note to his ‘girlfriend’ that he’d never met, he said thank you one to the lady one last time and left the store.
The very next morning, the girl pushed her wallet back into her purse at the bookstore’s register, waiting for the same saleswoman to finish ringing her up.
“Saw your boyfriend yesterday, left a little something for you.” The saleswoman smiled, turning around to sift through the books on display behind her to find Tom’s choice for the girl.
The girl felt the fiery licks of scarlet coloring her skin again. Her hands shook, surely Tom thought that she was a mega, ultra stalker. He’d probably left her a note begging her to kindly fuck off. She wished Mother Earth would swallow her up the same way it did to Sita in ‘The Ramayana.’
“Don’t be embarrassed, silly, it’s endearing.” The woman handed her a book titled, ‘Twenty Love Poems and a Song of Despair’ by Pablo Neruda. “He’s paid for it, of course, and he left you a little note on the first page. Lent him the pen myself.”
“He really shouldn’t have,” the girl stuttered, her hands almost noticeably shaking as she held the book within her palms.
Inside, Tom had scribbled out,
Seeing as you’re my girlfriend, I thought it was only fitting to leave you at least twenty love poems. Left you a song of despair as well, seeing as we haven’t met yet.
Love always,
Your devoted boyfriend, Tom

“Could I go back and pick one out for him as well?” The girl asked, feeling a tiny bit braver after reading Tom’s cheeky message for her.
“Of course! I love this, I wish more couples did things like this for each other, it’s endearing!” The saleswoman smiled, shutting the register.
After picking out an appropriate novel, she left the store, smiling, blushing and practically gliding on air.
Later that very afternoon, Tom was chased by the overbearing coldness of the afternoon breeze, and his own excitement over whether or not she’d received his present, back into the bookstore.
Not even bothering to look at anything, he came to a halt in front of the saleswoman, who upon seeing him enter, tore through her display to retrieve the novel that she’d left for him.
“Did she get it? Did she like it, I haven’t heard from her yet.” Tom asked, beaming at the woman.
“She loved it! She loved it so much, in fact, that she’s left one for you as well.” She handed him a novel called ‘One Day.’ “She’s left a love note for you as well!”
Tearing the book open, Tom came across her delicate handwriting sprawled in black ink.
Here’s to hoping that I meet you one day.
With all the love in my heart-
Your mystery girlfriend
Fighting the urge to hug the book closer to his chest, Tom made a choice.
“I’m going to go pick her a book out right now, and I’m going to wait right here until she comes back in. I want to give her this one in person.” Tom turned on his heel to search for the perfect book for to give her, when the saleswoman informed him that she’d already been in today.
“Alright then, I’ll be back first thing tomorrow.” Tom blushed, but continued on his way down through the shelves, desperate to find the perfect book for her.
Deciding on ‘You,’ by Caroline Kepnes, Tom paid and left the store, planning to return right when the bookstore opened.
The very next morning, Tom was perched in a cushy, plush chair, obscured by stacks and shelves housing novels, waiting for her. He’d positioned himself perfectly, ensuring that he could see the register at all times, but that the people at the register wouldn’t be able to spot him, unless they knew where he was hiding.
He was completely on edge. Every time the door opened, he’d practically leap to his feet, only to be met with disappointment because mostly everyone who wandered in off the street was either male, or too old to be his mystery girlfriend.
Finally, when Tom had all but lost hope, a girl so otherworldly beautiful that Tom truly debated in his mind whether or not the girl was even a girl, he briefly wondered if she was an ethereal fairy of sorts, floated into the room.
Her hair reflected light the same way that waves in the sea did, and her voice was so soft and warm that it sounded as he imagined his favorite hot drink would taste. She waved hello to the saleswoman before diving into the poetry section, hidden deep within the store.
Jumping to his feet, Tom rushed to finally meet her, rolling the book he planned to give her in between his palms.
Checking his hair one more time, Tom came to a stop next to her.
“Excuse me miss, I was just wondering if you happen to be my mystery girlfriend, who apparently has better taste in books than me?” Tom’s confidence was evaporating as she turned around to face him.
She was even prettier up close and Tom wanted to scratch his own eyes out for beginning the conversation with such a shit line.
Thankfully, she smiled, a strawberry jam colored blush widening across her delicate features. “That would be me, but unfortunately, you’ve caught me off guard and now I don’t have anything to give to you.” Her eyes refused to meet his own for more than a few seconds.
She could barely believe any of this. First, her celebrity crush and her happened to both shop at the same bookstore. Then, he goes along with the charade of being her boyfriend, and even leaves her gifts, and now, he was standing in front of her.
He looked like Prince Charming and her brain was turning to mush.
“Lucky for you, I don’t mind. But, I do have a book for you.” Holding the novel, ‘You,’ out to her, he began to sway from foot to foot, nervous that she’d hate it.
“Funny enough, that’s one of my favorite books,” She laughed, “But are you planning to kill me?” She referenced the plot of ‘You,’ which was more or less a horror story, hardly the conventional romance.
Stuttering, Tom attempted to clear his name. “I just thought it was fitting, seeing as we met in a bookstore, and so did Joe and Beck,” the main characters who become romantically involved in the novel, “And really, I just wanted you to have the line about the mouse in the house.”
“Are you going to get a cat to chase me out?” She teased, and Tom laughed.
“Absolutely not, you’re just all I’ve been thinking about. I wanna know you, and learn from your apparently epic choices in literature.” Tom said, leaning in closer to her.
“Than sit, and I’ll pick you something out?” She questioned, shyly moving to sit on the floor, her arm curled around more than a few options.
The pair scooched into one another one the floor, and the saleswoman watched, smiling from her spot at the register. Her two favorite customers were finally together.
Her eyes twinkled as she turned the radio onto a station that played only love songs.
They read love poems, and love stories together, so it only seemed fair that they listened to only love songs as well.

How to Write a Resume LIKE A BOSS

So you’re ready to assume some responsibility and apply for your first job (or your fifth job or your fiftieth job) and you want some tips on writing a good resume, huh? Well, are you are in luck because 1) I’ve edited and proofed so many resumes I could probably write one for each of my friends without their input and 2) I’ve actually taken some classes on this shit. So, basing this primarily on comments I’ve made while correcting someone else’s resume (and while looking at my own for reference), here are my tips on writing a resume.

Keep reading

(As always, you can find all my fic recs in my FIC REC MASTERPOST) 

- you don’t have to play the part, by @lookslikefairytales : Louis knew that this should be the part where he admitted defeat. Told funny, adorable, gorgeous Harry Styles that he wasn’t actually exchanging flirty Twitter messages with three time Grammy winner Zayn Malik, that it was just Louis, ordinary guy, who was nothing more than the guy who handled Zayn’s social media. But Louis had never been someone who prided himself in making the best decisions, and there also was a tiny (very, very big) part of him, that couldn’t let Harry go just yet. or the one where Harry is Britain’s new pop sensation, Louis is R&B star Zayn’s sassy social media manager and things get confusing.

Larry famous/not famous AU (17k) : nicely done and angsty ! a lot of texting and songwriting, no smut .

- Check Please , by @zedi-omega : Louis has a shit date. Harry offers to cover the bill. They maybe fall in love.

Larry aU (2k) : this is so cute !! Also now I want the same with 20k thank you ! :p (no smut)

- Riptide , by FlyingAlwaysInColor : AU in which Louis loses his amazing mum, and is sent on a forced holiday to a luxury spa resort where he meets a green-eyed butterfly-angel and an adventurous Irishman who help him start to heal by administering equal doses of love and laughter.

Larry AU (91k) : OMG I love this fic so much. Like .. love at first sight, really. This is about grieving, a lot. And also amazing smut (mostly bottom Harry but not only). And it’s angsty too, a bit. and it’s awesome. That’s all. Read it.

- We’re Going Down Swinging  , by @hazandlouwho : Everyone knows that revenge plots never work. Liam, Zayn, and Niall have told them as much, but Hell hath no fury like Louis Tomlinson scorned. His new friend Harry takes a bit of convincing but, once he agrees to help, Louis is sure his ex will regret the day he decided to cheat. That is, if Louis can stick to the plan and stop falling for his co-conspirator. Or, the one where Louis and Harry fake it til they make it, so to speak.

Larry fake relationship AU (21k) : I love the plot !! It’s a very nice fic, perfect to cheer you up, with some pining, great smut (bottom Harry) and a awesome epilogue :))

- I Found A Love   , by @lululawrence : Louis adjusted his suspenders a bit and picked up the next book when someone cleared their throat behind him, making Louis jump.  He spun quickly around, hand on his chest and just barely remembered to not drop Diana Gabaldon’s newest thousand page hardback that would definitely have done damage to Louis’ feet.Standing in front of him was someone who looked like he had just walked out of a motorcycle commercial.  He had his hair pulled up in a bun, was wearing what looked to be an expensive as fuck leather jacket over a ratty Rolling Stones t-shirt, and were those sparkly boots?  Louis wasn’t quite sure how to take him, but he certainly had a presence.  He was also likely confused about his location and was clearly about to ask where the DVD section was.Or the one where Louis is a nerdy English major who may just run into his happily ever after while working his shift at the local library.

Larry Famous-not Famous AU (4k), aka yes, poetry discussion and nerdy Louis are my kink. (no smut)

- From My Heart Flow , by @adifferentkindofson  :  The crowd begins to murmur, and Harry wonders if he’s somehow stumbled into an open mic night. His eyes scan the room looking for instruments and musicians but there’s … well, not an acoustic guitar or keyboard in site. His question is answered when just a moment later, none other than the cute boy in the beanie with the blue eyes walks up to the mic, the journal he’d been scribbling in all afternoon clutched to his chest. And suddenly it clicks. Louis’ a poet, Harry’s failing Econ, and sometimes all it takes is one poorly timed boner to ruin everything.

Larry strangers to lovers and Uni AU (8k): what did I say about a poetry kink ? Yeah, that. :) It’s great ! A lot of songwriting, some misunderstandings , and no smut.

- Zero to Sixty in Three Point Five , by @realitybetterthanfiction : Harry bumbles himself out of a bind…and into a boyfriend. It’s Niall’s fault, of course. As it always is.

Larry AU (2k) : online dating and drunk Harry. That’s all, read it. :)) (no smut)

- Safe and Sound (You’ll Always Be) , by Rearviewdreamer  : When a failed case and a guilty conscience leaves Harry more than a little lost, his boss presents him with a new, less taxing assignment to help him cope. An escape from all the madness is just what Harry needs to get his life back on track. It’s just too bad his new client has a grin like the devil, a pair of electric eyes that Harry simply can’t get over, and no intention whatsoever of letting him catch a break.

Larry Bodyguard AU (58k) : just because it’s always a good time to read a good Bodyguard AU :) (famous Louis, and bottom Louis for the smut)

In my band it’s kind of just a thing where someone in the low brass (or occasionally another sax) walks in on me and my girlfriend having a bizarre conversation and/or they hear me say something dumb


*one of our tuba players walks into the instrument storage room*
*tuba player walks out of instrument storage room without what he came in for*

a different time
*me at lunch*
“Zach is hella gay. Trust me. I was his section mate for two years.”
*zach walks rIGHT BEHIND ME*

I have a talent for embarrassing myself in front of my former section mates.

Tyler Seguin - Sensitive (Requested)

Originally posted by puckinginsane

A/N: Hey Anon hope you enjoy it! Don’t forget requests are open guys :)

Warnings: None

Word Count: 623

Request: Tyler Seguin where he’s teasing you about something in a flirty way?

You tried to hold back your tears, you really did but once the movie got a little sad you were in tears. 

“Babe, are you crying?” Tyler laughed from behind you. You had managed to convince him to spend his rainy day off watching movies with you. It was really relaxing and nice to just spend some down time with Tyler in the middle of the season but he had a knack for laughing at the fact that you were very sensitive.  
“I’m not crying; I just have something in my eye,” you said as you wiped away tears. You could feel Tyler’s body shaking behind you as he tried to hold back his laugh. He was sitting in the corner of the sectional in your living room with his legs stretched out. You were sitting between his legs with your back resting on his chest. Cash was resting at your feet while Marshal with laying on the other section of the couch. 

“Baby you are one of the most sensitive people I have ever met,” he said as he kissed the top of your head. It was true, you were particularly sensitive and cried at some point during most movies. You couldn’t help that your heart went out to the characters in difficult situations. 

“It’s not my fault I have a big heart and you have a small one” you pouted.

“I don’t need a heart, you have enough for the both of us” he answered quickly.

"And apparently you got to take all the humor to replace your heart,” you said sarcastically.

“Yeah and you have all the beauty,” he said sincerely. 

“So smooth Mr. Seguin” you smiled and turned to kiss him. 

“That’s my middle name, Tyler Smooth Seguin” he answered while wiggling his eyebrows. You laughed and tried to get up but Tyler’s strong arms wrapped around your waist and kept you glued to him. “Where do you think you’re going my little crybaby?” he said as he buried his head in your hair. 

“To get a snack and change the movie, since you laughed at me I’m forcing you to watch The Notebook. I’d like to see you get through that movie without shedding a tear” you said, finally getting Tyler to release you. You went over to the kitchen a pulled a couple snacks out of the pantry. When you got back to the living room Tyler was playing around on the floor with Cash. 

“I think we need a movie break,” he said as he played fight with Cash.

“Oh no mister you’re not getting out of this one,” you said putting the snacks on the coffee table. You grabbed a bottle of water and some popcorn and crawled onto the couch.  

Tyler laughed as he came to join you. You were stretched out with your legs resting on Tyler’s, his hands resting on your thighs. 

“No funny business, you’re watching this movie,” you said as you eyed him. He had a childish grin on his face and put his hands up in mock surrender.  

“Alright, fine miss bossy pants. I’m promising you that I won’t cry, you’ll probably cry but I’m a big tough hockey player” he said with a big smile.
It took about 1 hour and twenty minutes plus Ryan Gosling have a freak-out to get Tyler’s sensitive side out. You watched his face closely as a particularly sad scene played on the screen and you saw one lonely tear escape Tyler’s eye and roll down his cheek. 

“Looks like you have a little more heart than you thought you did,” you said softly as you leaned forward to wiped the tear away. 

“Yeah well whatever heart I do have just know it’s all for you”

Wanting More (Part 2)

Part 1: 




 “You didn’t realize you were crying until you felt hot tears in your hands. You felt frustrated with yourself for crying because you didn’t want Harry to see how much he hurt you. You’ve never felt this pain like this before.

It wasn’t pain like in 7th grade when You broke your foot. But pain in you chest, and it just made you feel like you were breaking into pieces.”


You were ignoring Harry. Not to the extend of never seeing him again. But you wouldn’t always respond to his texts right away or send him funny memes you found on twitter. You didn’t know why you did this because in the end you knew this wouldn’t make your feelings go away. And the fact of the matter was that you missed him, it’s been a week since your last encounter and you were still a bit pissed off at him, even though it wasn’t his wrongdoing.

So when you sat down by a big window at the coffee shop to grab a tea, and just think a little. You didn’t excpect to hear a loud thumping sound on the glass, making you almost spill your tea. And you surely didn’t expect to see Harry on the other side giving you a goofy smile, and mouthing something.

You smiled at him then frowned when you could see his mouth moving, but not understanding what he was saying.

You said, “I can’t hear you” exaggerating your pronunciation and pointing to your ear so he could see what you were saying. You looked around and realized how odd this probably looked to everyone else, and giggled. When you looked back already Harry was making his way inside.

Suddenly your heart started pounding and you felt nervous. You didn’t expect to see Harry today so you ran your hands through your hair, and straightened out your clothes. You weren’t trying to look cute today. You looked down at your black leggings and a baseball tee and wish you wore something different.

You watched as Harry slide in the booth infront of you with a cup of coffee in his hand. “It was bloody freezing out there.” He said as you took notice of his rosey cheeks and nose from the cold. You just nodded and stirred your tea with the little spoon they gave you.

“Yeah it is pretty chilly.” You say not really knowing what to say. It wasn’t awkward being with Harry. But you realized why you felt so jittery. This is the first time you guys have seen eachother when you weren’t tangled in eachother sheets, or out at a party. It was new and refreshing almost. You liked it.

“Have you’ve been ignoring me?” Harry says out of blue, making you lift your eyes from you cup to look at his serious face.

“Um, no why would you think that.” You lied.

“I don’t know…” Harry sighed. “You haven’t been responding to my text that’s often, and haven’t seen you this week.” He almost pouts.

“Well I do have a life Harry. I have School and friends.” You didn’t mean for it to come off rude, but Harry seemed to stiffen at the words. You didn’t want him to feel bad. You actually didn’t have many friends, it seemed like Harry was the the only one.

To lighten up the mood you said, “Have you been stalking me?”

“Now why would you think that?” He raises his eyebrows and leans himself closer across the table.

“So you just Randomly came to this coffee shop, when there’s like hundreds in the city?” You question him.

“I might of heard you say a few times how you like coming here during this hour.” He shrugs it off like it was no big deal.

When in fact you remember you did tell Harry that but it was only once. You didn’t even think he would remember. You didn’t even know why you told him that. It was right after he brought you to his house and made out with you on the couch for a little. He made you tea, and you told him that it was almost as good as the place you go during the week sometimes. You smiled at how he remembered that small little detail.

Harry’s warm hand on your thigh took you out of your memory. He started drawing small circle on your leg as he stirred the sugar in his cup, like it was nothing. When you on the other hand heart was beating at his touch.

“I actually came to give you something you forgot at my house a few days ago.” He says.

“I don’t remember leaving anything.” You try and rack your brain on anything you could of left behind. But you didn’t bring anything besides your phone and keys. Harry lifted himself off the booth and came over to your Side. He reached into his back pocket with a big smirk on his face and pulled out something small and red, that you couldn’t quite recognize.

Then once you saw the lace your eyes grew big as you tried to make Harry put it back in his pocket.

“What the fuck Harry!” He starts laughing “Why would you bring that out here!” You realize how loud you were screaming so you tried lowering your voice.

How in the world could you have forgotten your own underwear at his house. Like how could someone not realize that it wasn’t on. You mentally kicked yourself at that. You were rushing to get out of his house that you didn’t even realize.

“I can’t believe I left them, I’m so embarrassed.” You placed your head in your hands to block the blush that was creeping onto your face.

Harry leaned in and said, “aww love didn’t mean to embarrass you. I think they’re quite pretty.” You slap Harry in the chest and you hear him chuckle.

“I can’t believe you have them right here. Have they been in your pocket all day?” You ask.

“Yup.” He said like it was no big deal.

“Weirdo.” You giggle and playfully punch his chest.

“What. I knew I was going to see you, so I just brought them.” He tried defending himself.

“Yeah sure…” you roll your eyes. You grabbed your purse from the left side and brought it on your lap under the table. “Here just throw them in my purse before someone sees.” You pan around the room and let out a sigh of relief when there was barely anyone in your section.

“Wait. I’m not giving them back just yet.” Harry slides them back in his pocket.

“What Harry, just give them back.” You pleaded with him.

“I will only if you say yes to go to Davids party with me tonight.”

“Davids a fucking asshole.” You remember going to one of his parties before and he was a real creep. You knew he always wanted to get in your pants, but you thought he was a douchebag and he was.

“True, but he throws a hell of a party.” Harry says.

You huff in annoyance, you really wanted your underwear back since they were your most expensive and your favorite. But Harry didn’t need to know that.

“Why do you even want me to go with you?” You ask him. Surely he could ask any other girl, you knew he had many girl friends.

“Because it’s always more fun with you, love.” You felt Harry’s hand creep up your thigh again and he slowly creeped up higher waiting for your response. You melted by just his touch, and he knew it. You hated how he made you feel like jello.

“Ok fine. But I don’t want to stay that long.” Harry smiled.

“I’ll pick you up at 11.” He said.

The party was nothing less then loud and packed. It was on a beach house David had rented out for this special occasion. You couldn’t remember what exactly for, but you didn’t really care. You didn’t see anyone you knew and that made you a bit anxious. But Harry was making you feel a little better by sitting next to him. Your glass of beer was cold in your palm as you took in the room and caught eyes with strangers.

“What’s up dude! Glad you made it.” You heard David walking infront of Harry and giving him a bear hug before his eyes catch mine.

“Ah, it’s nice to see you again Y/N.” He said as he shameless roamed your whole body with his eyes.

You just nodded not really giving him much attention because you just wanted to leave. You’ve only been here for an hour and you really weren’t feeling it tonight. Honestly you just wanted your underwear back from Harry, as weird as that sounded.

You were about to ask Harry when they could leave but he suddenly stood up to walk away.

“Where are you going?” You asked hoping he wasn’t leaving you with David.

“My friend just texted me and wanted to meet for a chat real quick.” He told you.

You gave him a look pleading with you not to leave you here alone.

“Don’t worry I’ll keep her company while your gone.” David said as he gave you a smug smile.

“Thanks man. I’ll be back.” And without even looking at you he sped off upstairs. You felt really annoyed. Not the fact that you needed a babysitter but that Harry dragged you here under your will and decides to leave you. Especially with David.

But he’ll be back your mind kept telling you. He says he’ll be back soon. So you tried to relax and enjoy yourself.

“So are you and Harry like dating now?” David asks.

You almost choke on your drink “What?! No, no we aren’t like that- we aren’t um… dating.” You stammered over your words.

David smirks and opens his cup of beer and pours a bit more into your cup that was almost done.

“Well then Drink up love. And let loose!”


You didn’t know how you ended up in this situation. You were in a dark corner of the club with another drink in your hand. You remember only drinking like two cups but your mind was buzzing. You felt a cold hand touch your thigh and you turned your head to see David. He was talking about something and was oddly close to you.

You were wondering when Harry was coming back it has been over an hour and at this point you were really starting to get annoyed. He said he would be right back but he didn’t. It made you wonder what he was actually doing. Your mind made up this scenario in your head that almost made you puke.

“I really like this dress on you Y/N…” David was slurring his words. Your mind came back to reality when you could feel him whispering in your ear. His hot clammy breathe was making you shiver.

“Thanks, I guess.” You didn’t really know what to say. “Maybe I should go look for Harry to see if we should head out.” You tried getting up but he placed his hands on your waist to sit you back next to him and you huffed in annoyance.

“Trust me love. Harry wouldn’t have left you here if he wasn’t going down on someone else.” He smirked at your reaction. You thought it could be a possibility but you didn’t want to believe it.

“He said he was meeting a friend….” you tried convincing yourself.

“Well she doesn’t look like a friend to me.” You looked at the direction he was pointing to and your heart almost stopped. There was Harry on the other side of the room with a girl sitting on his lap as she placed kisses on his lips and neck. While Harry held her hips against him.

You tore your eyes so quickly you might have gottened whiplash. So many emotions were going through your mind anger, sadness, shock. That your mind couldn’t keep up with what you were doing.

You grabbed David face and slammed your lips onto his. You must of caught him off guard too because he dropped his beer can, and it made a loud noise as it hit the ground.

His hands roamed around your body as he leaned you up against the wall. You didn’t know why you were doing this. But deep down you wanted Harry to see that you didn’t want him, even when you did. You wanted him to feel hurt like you did.

Or maybe he wouldn’t you thought as David kissed down your neck to your chest. Maybe he had no feelings at all for you. That’s why he could so quickly go onto another girl, with you in the same fucking room.

“Fuck, I can take you right here.” You came back to reality when davids hand went up your dress to feel your slit. Your mind finally realized what was about to happen. And you’ve come to the conclusion that no matter how hurt you felt. Sleeping with another guy won’t help fix it. Especially if you don’t want you.

“No.” You say as you pushed his hands off from under your dress.

“Come on don’t be like this.” He continuing pushing his groin into yours. “Don’t act like you don’t want this.”

“I don’t just because I kissed you doesn’t mean I want your dick.” You finally push him off you completely.

“Fucking Bitch.” He spat in your face. You flipped him off and before you saw his reaction you headed towards the door. You pushed through people who were having a good time and dancing but you wanted to leave. You couldn’t stay here any longer. You felt your chest getting tight and your eyes starting to get wet.

You pretended you didn’t know why you felt like this. But you knew why. Harry.

You didn’t realize seeing him with another girl would make you feel so worthless. You knew you guys weren’t together but even so he always treated you like he was only seeing you. But you never really made it clear if this really had no strings attached. But apparently Harry had already.

You thought maybe today at the coffee shop that he wanted you more then just sleeping around with you.

And oh how stupid you were for thinking that.

You placed your hand on the cold brick outside the house, to try and calm down. You needed to get home and at this point you would just walk the 10 miles, if it meant not seeing Harry. So you started walking to the street.

But god wasn’t on your side tonight when you heard footsteps coming toward you.

“Y/N! Hey where you going I saw you run out?!” You turned around to see Harry coming toward you and you just wanted to disappear. You wipe your hands against your eyes to wipe all the fallen tears.

“I’m going home…” you told him and kept walking.

“Alright well I did take you here, so that means I can take you back, love.” You stiffened at the name.

“Well I couldn’t find you, after you left me for over an hour.” You snapped.

“I’m sorry.” He said coming closer to you and placing his hands on your shoulder. He was too close and all you wanted to do was lean into him but you didn’t. “Let me drive you. So I know you’ll get home safe.”

You got in the car because you actually didn’t know the way to get home and you were tired. All of tonight’s events came back to you and you refused to remember so you slowly drifted off to sleep. But what you didn’t realize was Harry slowly tracing circles in your hand making you sigh in comfort.

The sound of the engine turning off and the car coming to a complete stop had you stir from your sleep.

Your eyes finally opened as you turned to the Side and realized you weren’t at home. But at Harry’s.

“Why aren’t we at my house??” You quickly straightened up from your sleep position.

“I still had to repay you from coming tonight.” He said and you totally forgot about that. You honestly at this point didn’t care and wanted to leave. But at least you’ll get what you sacrificed for.

You walked up Harry’s stairs behind him until you reached his room. Your eyes quickly scanned the bed where you have doned many things that made your cheeks heat up. But you just cleared your throat and saw Harry open his top dresser draw and pulled out your underwear.

You snatched it from him with a small thank you before turning around to go back to the car. But then your bladder finally spoke after all those drinks.

“Can I use your bathroom before we leave?” You asked Harry.

He nodded and you made your way to the one in his room. “But we aren’t leaving.”


“I said we’re not leaving.” He repeats himself.

“Harry I have to go home.” You tell him.

“Not this late I can take you in the morning.” You looked over at his clock and it was 2am.

“You didn’t mind kicking me out the other night, after we slept together!.” Your voice wavered at the end more than you wanted. Your eyes went wide after you realized what you said, and you wanted to take it back. You didn’t want him to know you were hurt from that because now you know he has no feelings for you whatsoever.

Harry stood there not saying anything and you didn’t want to be in this situation any longer so you quickly went Inside his bathroom and locked it.

“Y/N open the door.” Harry knocked lightly as you sat on the toilet.

“No I’m using the bathroom.” He sighed but didn’t say anything else. Until after you flushed and was washing your hands. He asked again and you said you didn’t want to talk to him. That seemed to make him go away.

As the water was running you looked at yourself in the mirror and saw how tired and sad you looked. Dry tear marks were down your cheeks, your hair was a mess, and your lipstick was smeared. You placed your face in your hands and tried not to think about anything that happened tonight. But you couldn’t help it.

You didn’t realize you were crying until You felt hot tears in your hands. You felt frustrated with yourself for crying because you didn’t want Harry to see how much he hurt you. You’ve never felt this pain like this before.

It wasn’t pain like in 7th grade when You broke your foot. But pain in your chest, and it just made you feel like you were breaking into pieces.

Warm hands wrapped around your waist and you quickly looked up to see Harry behind you. You looked over at the door and saw a key, so he unlocked it. You tried to push away from him to just get some space but he wouldn’t let you.

“Harry I wanted some privacy.” You said between sniffles.

Harry looked down at you with a frown on his face. “I couldn’t have you in here crying, love. What’s wrong?” He slowly wiped the tears that were leaving your eyes like a waterfall. He didn’t like to see you so upset, it broke his heart.

You shook you head and looked at the tile floor. You didn’t know what to say.

Harry placed his finger under your chin so you can look at him. He started into your beautiful eyes and you looked into his forest green ones, almost getting lost in them.

“Come on you can tell me anything. Just tell me what’s wrong so I can fix it for you.”

You almost laughed because you didn’t know if he actually could fix it.

“Harry, your breaking my heart. And I don’t think I can do this anymore.” You say through your tears.





Part 3:
Be My Guest

 Warning: Smut, Language, Older Man/Young Girl Relationship, Unnamed O/C

Summary/Prompt: There’s something about Alfred’s 19 year old daughter. 

Author’s Note: Hope you enjoy! Feel free to send in your requests :)

Originally posted by banshy

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Okay so there won’t be an update tonight because I just spent four hours in the emergency room (with my mother, who is fine, no worries!)

and it’s shark week day one

and the only thing I want to do is stuff my face full of food, wrap myself in a blanket, and watch movies.

So expect Ch. 22 tomorrow, when the “genki” is back on schedule.

BEYOND THE PALE | Prof!Seb x Reader

Originally posted by sebastiansource

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A/N: Thought everyone could use some Professor Seb in their lives 😍 This is me mentally preparing to go back to university in two weeks. Let me know what you think! I have at least a couple more parts planned and if you’ve been following me for a while, you know I love to build a backstory.

First day of classes. Ah, you could almost smell the hope and determination in the air. Soon enough though, everyone’s dreams would be crushed. The freshman scurried by you, practically running to their first classes of the day. You chuckled to yourself, grabbing a coffee on your way to your 9am – Physiology of the Human Body.

“Oh, hey Y/N! How was your summer?” your favorite barista Ben asked you when you made your way to the counter. You shrugged your backpack off of one of your shoulders, grabbing your wallet out of the pocket in the front. “You know, I worked and I worked and… I worked some more,” you giggled.

“The usual, mocha surprise, extra shot?” he asked you, pouring milk into the steam pitcher and steaming it to the temperature he knew you liked. You shook your head. “Yes please,” you cooed. 

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inuruk  asked:

How do you feel about Rogue One's tower archive?

Oh, this has been on my mind (no joke) since the movie came out. Mind you, I’ve only watched the movie and haven’t read the book so there may be details in there that aren’t here. I’m planning to listen to the audiobook soon.

I love the concept of it. I love how utilitarian it is for its purpose of having secret, controversial plans and documents from the Empire. There’s a giant vertical structure containing what amount to hard drives (but are actually tape drives! more on that later) in an assumedly well-categorized system as we saw in the movie.

Now, mind you, I love how it worked out. It just did. But that doesn’t mean I don’t have questions or find faults in this.

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Cheer You Up - Reggie Mantle

Anonymous said:

Hi!! Could you do a reggie X reader where he’s comforting the reader who is breaking down because they had a bad day?

Originally posted by riverdalesource

I tried my best with this one, I’m sorry it’s so short!

You couldn’t tell what it was exactly that pushed you over the edge. I might have been the group project you had in class, the way people were looking at you, or just an overwhelming sense of exhaustion. Despite not knowing, you found yourself waiting outside the boy’s locker room after football practice; waiting for the only person you trusted. You were pacing up and down a section of the hall, trying to distract your mind from the stress you were feeling. The doors to the locker room opened and a flood of football players rushed out. You waited until you saw the familiar and tall form of Reggie Mantle. “Y/N! Hey,” he said when he noticed you. He walked over with a smile on his face until he noticed your frown. “Hey what’s wrong,” he asked, resting his hands on your upper arms. You just shook your head and leaned against his strong frame.

You felt tears stinging your eyes as he rubbed a hand up and down your back. “Do you want to talk about this outside?” You nodded against his shoulder and he lead you outside, away from the other people in the hallway. You walked through the door and outside, facing the football field. You and Reggie walked quietly to the bleachers where you both sat down. The cool breeze brushed against your wet cheeks. “What happened,” Reggie asked again and you looked up at him. His dark eyes were full of concern, something that didn’t match his loud attitude. “I had a bad day,” you murmured and Reggie wrapped an arm around your shoulders, pulling you to his side.

“If someone is bothering you just tell me who,” he said and you let out a rough chuckle. “Thank you Reggie,” you whispered and you watched as his free hand grabbed your hand. “It’ll pass,” he said, “everyone has those bad days, it’s just something you have work over.” You nodded, resting your chin on Reggie’s shoulder. “I’ll always be here for you, Y/N,” he said and he gave you a smile. “How’d practice go,” you asked quietly, trying to lighten the mood. Reggie smiled, “it went great! You’re looking at the new Captain of the Riverdale Bulldogs.” You lifted your head and smiled. “That’s great Reg,” he smiled shyly, something that wasn’t often seen. “I was wondering if you would wear my letterman jacket to our next game,” you smiled at him. “Did you just-”

“I’m just trying to cheer you up Y/N,” he said, before you could finish your sentence. “Mm huh, sure,” you said with a cheesy grin. “I’m glad to see it’s working,” he said, smiling too. “I’ll wear your jacket, but if you win,” you said leaning in, “you have to take me to Pop’s afterwards.” He smiled widely at you and you let out a small giggle. “Anything to cheer you up.”

You jumped up from your seat, hugging Reggie’s letter men jacket tight around your shoulders as you walked down the bleacher steps. You ran out towards the edge of the field where Reggie was headed. “Hey you,” he said as he took off his helmet. You smiled and leaned up on your tippy-toes, pressing a kiss to his cheek. “Looks like I owe you a date at Pop’s,” he said with a smile. “Well, on the bright side,” you side, leaning closer, “you did cheer me up.” He chuckled, “all in a games work.” You spent a moment smiling at each other until Reggie spoke up. “I’ll clean up and get changed and we can go,” you nodded and watched as he retreated into the locker room. You waited for Reggie to come out, which only took a few minutes. “You like the jacket,” he asked as you walked to his car. You nodded, fighting the urge to say what you were thinking. It was warm and comforting like Reggie was the day before, your bad day. “I do,” you murmured and gave Reggie a smile.

“I like you too,” you said as he opened your door, “not just for your jacket.” He smiled down at you. “Good, I was hoping you did,” you stared at each other for a moment until you stepped forward, wrapping your arms around his torso. Reggie wasn’t always a big, mean jock; no, to you he was kind and sweet, something that needed to be shown more often. He hugged you back, smiling into your hair. You could’ve thought that something good could come out of a really bad day.

“So I used to work in a cafe/store, and myself and everyone I worked with will all agree its haunted. Honestly there are so many stories I’m not even sure where to start, so I guess I’ll just try and start at the beginning. I worked here with my mom and years back when it was a restaurant she worked there too. One night after close, she’s sitting with a coworker and the owner at the bar and all of a sudden all the glasses hanging above start to shake slightly. All three of them notice but just aren’t even sure what to say, so they brush it off. A lot of the customers would complain about strange things in the bathrooms and the staff would feel very uncomfortable in the basement and the washrooms as well. My mom would tell me these things but at the time I was a kid so I assumed she was just trying to freak me out. Fast forward ten years and the restaurant is sold to new owners who convert it into a Christmas store/cafe (my mom continued to work for the new owners as well) and it became my first real job as a teenager.

The first thing I’d say I noticed was the basement. Its pretty old and we store all the overclock down there so its a bit of a crowded mess. But whenever I went down, especially if I was closing alone at night, I would feel really uneasy, like I was being watched. It was the same in the washrooms if not worse.

A few months into my working there, my mom comes home one night and tells me I wont believe what happened. 

She was in the kitchen doing nighttime inventory after close, while two other employees were helping her out. She stepped around the corner to grab something and heard a loud crash in the kitchen where she just was. Thinking its one of our coworkers, she calls “what are you idiots doing” and walks back around the corner only to find everything she had on the counter has been pushed onto the floor and no one is in there. My mom isn’t one to get freaked out so she still thinks it could have been them playing a joke, until she finds them working in a far corner of the basement. WAY too far away to have been messing with her.

Now tons of other little things have happened, stuff falling off walls, taps and lights turned on at night only to be discovered in the morning, decorations moved around, a little Santa sleigh that went in circles that was turned to “fly” backwards every night for a month. But thankfully only one really big thing ever happened to me.

I was working the late shift in the cafe and it was just me and one other girl in the store. We had just locked the doors for the night and she was in another section counting the register (the main floor of the store is essentially split into three rooms, the cafe in the middle with the kitchen behind it). I was just starting to clean up and I glanced up just in time to see what i can only describe as a blonde haired little boy racing across the cafe from one section of the store to another. But the only two people in the store that I knew of were my coworker and I. I looked around, but no one else was there. Needless to say I was a little spooked…

The most terrifying thing to happen however was to my mom. Most of these occurrences were harmless, so all us employees learned to not get too upset when something happened. But this was different. My mom showed up early one morning to start baking for the cafe. As far as she knew she wanted alone in the store. 

There are three phones on the main floor (one in each section ) and one in the basement, and all of a sudden the cafe phone starts to ring. But its an internal ring, which means one of the other phones in the store is calling that phone, it can only come from inside. The display shows the basement is calling the cafe, so my mom assumes it’s the owner working in the basement, she must have heard my mom come in to start baking. My mom picks up and says hello, so sure its the owner she even says her name. But that’s not who answers. A mans voice says hello. My mom is immediately freaked the fuck out since all of our staff is female. She asks who it is and gives this slow, creep laugh and says “sorry. Wrong number” and hangs up. My mom was too scared to check the basement so she sat by the phone till everyone else got there an hour later.”

By: @cherryxpeach

pages 259 261 and 262 - sometimes, I like to pretend I’m not attached to floor with a chain and the dungeon I’m in isn’t just a room with a single door set high up on the wall. I like to pretend I am free to walk around and explore, and one day while pushing my fingers between two rocks something gives and a section of stone pulls away to reveal the entrance to a hidden labyrinth. I would walk down the dark path heedless of danger, thinking anything is better than sitting in one spot for eternity. Carefully making my way through the maze I would eventually find the end and my just reward. This one says money, but I’m thinking maybe a shower and sunlight and/or freedom. And if there’s a case of mineral and vitamin rich health shakes that will stop my body from disintegrating, all the better.

Gone (BTS Jimin) (Angst/Fluff)

Hey guys! So, I know that I haven’t really uploaded this week. I’m sorry about that. There are three reasons for that: 1. Finals Week starts next Friday for me so I have a shit ton of homework and presentations. 2. I have a concert this weekend so I have had rehearsal every night this week. I’m excited because I’m performing a Taeyang song, but I’m also in charge of the playlist and in five songs in all. 3. I’ve been working on something new. I’ve never written a fanfiction on here so I’m interested to see how this goes. It will be in three parts. I hope you enjoy and please let me know what you think! 

So, in this fanfiction you have been dating Jimin for a while. Because of that, the members that will be seen the most in the story are Jimin, Jungkook, and V. Jungkook is a very integral part of this story so please, understand that. The other members will be in it, or course, but the main focus are Jimin and Jungkook because they play major roles in the story. Technically, this story is Angst, I guess but not super angsty. This first part is based around you attending one of their concerts to surprise Jimin. You’ve been snuck in by V and Jungkook. I don’t want to ruin the surprise as to why it’s angst so let’s just get into this shall we?

This story was based on a dream I had and encouraged into a story with the help of: @mintyoongiisjungshook and @winteryethereal. Thanks guys!

      With the help of Jungkook and Taehyung, I was able to acquire a Section One ticket and a backstage pass to one of their concerts. After two years of dating, I wanted to surprise Jimin. My work is so demanding that I rarely get time off, which makes dating an idol a little easier.

     I left my hotel early this morning, sending my luggage to the address and room that Taehyung sent me. Because of this, I’m relatively close to the front of the line. At the moment, my headphones are firmly in my ears and I am blasting music. Loud cheering interrupts my thoughts. Jungkook, Taehyung, and Jimin, being the troublemakers that they are, are casually strolling passed the waiting people with their escorts. My text message ringtone startles me. 

     Flash your flashlight a few times so we can see where you are the message from Taehyung reads. I roll my eyes but comply, opening my flashlight app and hitting the button a few times. Tae seems to be distracted, but Jungkook notices me and meets my eyes. 

     He pulls down his face mask and makes a derpy face at me, causing me to laugh. He winks at me before pulling his mask back into place and continuing on his way. Jimin, engrossed in whatever conversation he’s having with Tae, absentmindedly throws his arm around Jungkook as they walk away. Jungkook glances back and me as they walk inside.

     I can’t help but admire Jimin. They have been on tour for a long time now, so I know Jimin has been begun to miss me a bit. He was struggling more with each Skype call. That’s why I’m doing this. I wanted to lighten Jimin’s load, if only for a little while.

     He was happy when he was with his members, but that bright smile faded after the concert ends. The members have expressed worry about him overworking himself. I’m hoping to get him to relax for a day or two. It physically pains me to see how exhausted his face is getting. It’s hard to comfort someone through a computer screen.

     After a while, the line moves and we’re let inside the concert hall. As I move to find my section, someone bumps into me. It’s a tall guy with dark brown hair. 

     “I’m sorry, but would you happen to know where this is?” He asks quietly, showing me the section listed on his ticket. I point him in the right direction before heading to my own section. Not long after I get into my section, the concert starts. The boys are energetic and the performance is amazing. 

     At some point, Taehyung manages to spot me in the crowd. He nudges Jungkook and gestures at me, both of them sharing an excited look. Taehyung had been expressing a lot of concern for Jimin lately, so he had practically begged me to come today.

     One thing they didn’t count on was Jimin noticing me in the crowd. At the very end of the concert, during the last few songs, Jimin crouches at the edge of the stage near where I was standing. As he looked out at all of the faces in the audience, I could almost feel the moment his eyes landed on me.

     His eyes widen and his jaw goes slack. I can tell that he wants to come closer, to really see my face, but Taehyung notices and discreetly pulls him away. Jungkook makes a weird hand gesture, it takes me a moment to realize that he wants me to head backstage. I manage, barely, to make my way to the backstage area before the last song ends. I wait impatiently patiently for them to get off the stage.

     The moment they step off of the stage, the room is thrown into chaos. The guys are being unmiced, and I can tell that they are exhausted. Jimin hasn’t noticed me yet, but almost every other member has. Rapmon and Jin look relieved at my presence, which surprises me a little. I guess they were more worried than I had previously thought. Jimin and I were going to have to have a talk if they’re all this worried about him. Taehyung rushes over to me as soon as he’s free, hugging me tightly.

     “I’m so glad you came! He’s gonna be over the moon when he sees you,” Tae says excitedly, his voice loud,” Jiminie, come here!”

     Jimin blots his face with a towel, running his hand through hsi hair. Taehyung practically throws me at him, giggling profusely. Jimin barely catches me, stumbling backward. When I look up, his smile is blinding.

     “You’re here! How did you get here? I knew that was you!” I can’t help but laugh at his babbling sentences.

     “I may have had some help,” I say, nodding my head toward the excited Taehyung and Jungkook behind him. Jimin turns to them, taking my hand tightly in his, and looks at his happy Dongsangs. 

     “Thank you,” Jimin says honestly before turning back to me,” How long can you say?”

     “I’m here until you leave for your next concert,” I brush some of the hair out of his sweaty face. 

     “I need to take a shower. Will you wait in the dressing room for me?” Jimin asks hopefully, almost like he’s afraid I’ll disappear. He runs his fingers through his hair again.

     “Of course. I’m pretty sure that those two assumed that I was staying with you anyway,” I nudge him away gently. He presses a quick kiss to my forehead before taking off.

     I sit on the couch in the corner of the dressing room, scrolling through the pictures and videos I had taken tonight. Of course, I had a lot of pictures of Jimin, but there were pictures of the other members too. As I looked through the pictures and deleted the blurry ones, I felt the couch next to me sink.

     “That’s a good picture of Hyung,” Jungkook motions toward the picture of Suga on my screen.

     “Thanks. I got a few good ones of you if you want to see,” I say, scrolling through my albums to find the folder of Jungkook’s pictures.

     A little while later, Jimin is done with his shower and we’re all loaded into a car heading toward the hotel. Jimin is constantly touching me, his fingers intertwined with mine. I couldn’t help but smile at his animated conversations with Hoseok, Taehyung, and Jungkook. I press a soft kiss to his knuckles. 

     At the hotel, Jimin, Taehyung, Jungkook, and I pile into one of the three rooms. It turns out that Tae had this all planned out. I was prepared to sleep on the floor, but Te volunteered to sleep with Jungkook, relinquishing his normal spot next to Jimin. We stay awake for a while, but Taehyung falls asleep and Jimin isn’t far behind him.

      “I’m not tired yet. I think I’m going to go to the hotel gym for a bit,” Jungkook whispers, trying not to disturb the passed out Taehyung.

     “Take a room key,” Jimin murmurs sleepily, curling up in our bed.

     “Okay, Hyung,” Jungkook grabs a keycard off of the dresser and soundlessly leaves. 

     I curl up with Jimin, savoring a night in his arms after so long apart. A small part of me wants to stay awake for a while longer to enjoy his presence, but his body heat and steady breathing are lulling me to sleep. In minutes, I am asleep.

     I’m awoken to early morning sunlight by Taehyung frantically shaking my shoulder. I look up at him groggily to see an expression of panic consuming his features. When he realizes that I am awake, he stops shaking me. Jimin is no longer in bed with me. 

     “Where’s Jungkook?” Taehyung’s eyes plead with mine, begging me to have the answer.

     “He wasn’t tired, so he went to the gym,” I sit up and rub the sleep from my eyes as I answer.

     “He didn’t come back last night. Jimin went to see if he’s in one of the other rooms,” I’ve never seen Tae look so worried. My worry kicks into high gear as I grab my phone. They’ve probably already tried calling him but it doesn’t hurt to try again. It rings a few times before going to his voicemail.

     “Jungkook, where are you? Tae is worried about you. Call me when you get this message,” After I hang up, the guys begin to pile into the room, most of them still in their pajamas. Jungkook isn’t among them.

     “I tried calling him but he didn’t answer. I’ll get dressed and go talk to the management to see if they’ve seen him. You might want to call your manager,” I grab my bag and change quickly, heading downstairs with Hoseok.

     After an hour, it’s become glaringly obvious that no one has seen Jungkook. Their manager starts rounding up the rest of the boys, getting ready to take them to the police station. Jimin’s sad expression breaks my heart. His touch is soft as his fingers brush my cheek.

     “Stay here, please,” Jimin says softly,” Try to get some more sleep. I’ll call you if we hear anything.”

     I want to argue with but something about his expression stops me. I don’t want to cause him anymore stress. I don’t want to cause him more stress. I lace my fingers with just and squeeze his hand gently.

      “Okay. Please, just keep me updated,” I watch them leave before heading back upstairs to the room. I collapse on a bed, staring at the ceiling. There’s no way I can sleep when my friend is missing. 

     “My phone goes off, startling me. I sit up quickly, searching for my phone. I grab it from the table that I left it on. The incoming call is a Facetime call from Jungkook. I hastily answer. The screen is black.

     “Kookie? Where are you? Everyone’s worried sick,” I lean over the screen, searching for Jungkook. Slowly, light begins to filter in on screen. My blood runs cold when I see an unconscious Jungkook,” Jungkook?” 

     “I have your little friend,” A voice speaks, sneering the word,” I will send you a location. If you meet me there, I will let him go. If you call the police, he dies.”

     The call ends abruptly, his words still ringing in my ears. A few moments later, my phone buzzes with the address. I know that I should call the police or Jimin, but I don’t want to jeopardize Jungkook’s life. Against my better judgement, I leave a note for Jimin, telling him where I’ve gone. He’s not going to be happy with me and I know it, but Jungkook’s safety is more important. I grab my phone and a keycard, leaving the room.

     The cab ride feels solemn, but I’m not sure why. My hands won’t stop shaking. The address he sent me leads to a mostly empty parking lot. There are only two cars in the large lot. Once I leave the cab,  I can feel my resolve shaking. Maybe I should call Jimin. I open my phone, scrolling through my contacts to find Jimin’s. Before I can hit call, something strikes the back of my head. I crumble.

I hope you enjoyed! Let me know what you think!

Essays in Existentialism: Blind

Clarke is a painter, and Lexa is blind so she has never seen her art.

“Down,” Lexa stated as she took her seat at an empty table. It was her empty table, and she trusted it to stay as such. 

“Here you go, professor,” a familiar voice came from her right as she began to take her coat off amidst the hustle and bustle of the warm coffee house. “I saw you coming in. Figured I’d save you and Franklin a trip up front.” 

“Thanks, Ms. Booth. How’s your paper coming?” Lexa smiled towards the voice as her hands found the cup of her favourite coffee on the table. 

“Good. I’m excited for tomorrow’s lecture,” the barista promised. “We’re still on for office hours before class, right?” 

“Of course.” 


“Please tell Mr. Hopkins that I look forward to his paper as well, and he’s welcome to office hours if he isn’t too busy hiding in the corner.” Though the teacher didn’t see it, the boy behind the counter burned bright red and furrowed, still accumulating evidence that his professor was indeed either not blind, as she stated, or a superhero. 

“Have a nice afternoon, professor,” the waitress smiled, sharing a look with her coworker. 

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anonymous asked:

Can you recommend me some Lucifer authors to check out (and link to their tumblr if they have one)? I need to read/follow more of the amazing people who make this fandom so much more amazing! On that note, you are definitely one of my favourite authors! I hope to read more from you soon!

Thank you so much for reading my fics!! I just published a new one Monsters Amongst Men so I hope you enjoy that one too!

On the other hand, of course I can recommend some to you! And keep in mind this is just the cross-section of authors I enjoy, there are literally hundreds more that I love and didn’t have room to mention. 

BecomeMyObsession: @becomemyobsession

Antarctic_Echoes: @antarctic-echoes

Skaoi: @benfael

FearTheSpork: @fearthespork

titC: @titconao3

moonatoms: @moonatoms

qqueenofhades: @qqueenofhades




Sanoiro: @sanoiro


anonymous asked:

We had a customer that took a huge dump right in front of the bathroom doors last night. One of the employees cleaned it up. We then had a customer come through the line saying they found another pile near the dairy section - the same employee had to clean that up to. We couldn't find the customer but I'm honestly done dealing with this kind of shit lol

Not sure if that was an intentional pun or just an accident. lol It really confuses me why this happens so often. When my husband was working at the place I work at now someone took a dump on the floor and smeared it on the walls and toilet in the men’s room. I usually clean the smaller bathrooms inside the offices so hopefully I will escape that duty..- Abby

Negan’s Heart

Originally posted by jdm-negan-mcnaughty

Pairing: Negan x Reader
Word count: 1,116
Warnings: Swearing

Part 4 of Runaway

For the first month of Gabby’s life, Negan stayed in your room. It was a bit awkward, but he was adamant. Not like you slept much anyway. You were up with her a lot of the night. After that, he was back to sleeping in other rooms. You’d never admit that it stung. He’d still check in on the two of you, but he never stayed long. It was clear by the way that he looked at her that he did indeed love her, it was just something he wasn’t used to showing.

You walked around the halls with her, humming, as soon as you felt okay to walk. You’d been extremely sore for the first week or so, but that was to be expected. Considering the circumstances, you had no choice but to go completely natural.

Walking in your room from one of your walks, you froze. It looked like a baby section exploded in your room. “Like it?” Came Negan’s voice from behind you, making you jump slightly. “Had a few of my men, and a couple of the tougher ladies out gettin’ all this stuff the past couple weeks.” He told you, that shit eating grin on his face.

“She’s an infant, she doesn’t need this much, Negan.” You glanced at him.

He chuckled. “Oh, she’s set until she walks, sweetheart.” Your eyes scanned the room. “Any piece of girl’s clothing they could find, is in here.” He crossed his arms over his chest, proud. “There’s also some diapers in another room. Toys, too.”

Your turned and stared at him. “You did all this?” You breathed. “I thought you’d been avoiding us. We barely see you.”

Shit no.” He told you. “Been keepin’ in contact with them. Had them bring all this in when we knew you were out.”

You had no idea what the hell to say. Thanks wouldn’t even be close to enough. Swallowing, you moved over and kissed his cheek. “Thanks.”

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Splitting Hairs (Part 2 to Questionable Intentions)

Pairing: Loki x Reader

Warnings: Swearing

A/N: So, I guess this is a part two to my first fic. I just really enjoyed it and you guys did too so YAY! I might do a part 3 I dunno and I only say this is a part two because I imagine this being the same reader as before. You guys even get a gif this time cause I was bored

Part One: Questionable Intentions

Originally posted by aomiarmster

You had been visiting more and more since Thor had first introduced you to the other Avengers. You enjoyed all of their company, but you really enjoyed the time you spent, alone, with Loki. You had grown fond of the god and would even dare to say that he felt the same about you. One day while you were “escaping” the company of Earth’s mightiest heroes, you wandered down a hall and stumbled into Loki’s room. Inviting yourself in, you soon realized Loki wasn’t there. Even though you knew you shouldn’t you could never pass up a chance to explore an empty room. Making quick use of your time alone, you inspected every inch of his room without going through anything. Just as you were about to start moving everything to the right about 2 inches the trickster found you.

“What are you doing?” he eyed you suspiciously

“Nothing,” you said feigning innocence

Loki grinned “you don’t look like you’re doing nothing,” he said, “but since I really don’t care I’m not going to pry.” He made his way to his bed and sat down. You continued to look around his room, asking him random questions like you always had, focusing more on his bookshelves and the small decorations and books that filled them.

“Can I mess with your hair?” you asked making your way to Loki’s bed to sit next to him.

“I’d prefer you didn’t” he replies his nose in a book like always

“Come on, please,” you said putting on your best begging puppy face

“You know that isn’t going to work on me” he replied not even needing to look at you to know that your eyes resembled a doe’s.

“Please,” you whined. Loki sighed in response and you took it as a yes, moving to sit behind him. You ran your fingers through his hair combing it out a bit before beginning to separate it into sections and starting to braid it. Your tongue poked out of your mouth. Your idea wasn’t working so you plopped down onto the bed next to Loki opening up Pinterest on your phone and flicking through images.

“Loki” you whined

“Yes,” he said slightly irritated by your antics.

“I need help” you continued to whine

“With what?” Loki questioned, glancing at you  

“Your hair,” you said still flipping through pictures, eliminating the ones you didn’t like

“I don’t even want you to do my hair, Y/n, why would I help you pick something out” Loki pointed out

“Cause you love me” you joked

“Do I? I wasn’t aware” Loki said hiding his slight surprise at your words.

“Just a little” you replied “Not like love, love like friend, love. You get me?”

“Whatever you say”

You went back to your pictures and when you had narrowed it down to a few options you shoved your phone in his face.

“This one?” you said as an image of a girl with three messy buns on the back of her head appeared on your phone screen.

“No. If you even attempt to do that I will cut your hands off.” his eyes darkened and it was the first time you had actually been scared of the trickster in a long time.

“Okay… What about this one?” this time the picture was a simple ponytail with a section braided

“If you’re going to do my hair you’re going to do something more extravagant than that” Loki said a smirk playing on his lips

“That leave us with this” you flipped to a picture of a braided bun. You weren’t even sure if Loki had enough hair for this to work you just thought the style looked cool.

“That’ll do” Loki turned his attention away from your phone and focused on the mirror across the room and watched you as you began to work. He smiled as your face contorted into a mask of confusion for a few moments before you started working, following the pictures. After a few minutes, you huffed in frustration.

“It can’t be that hard,” Loki said his smile still present

“Shut up I’m working” you replied as your brows furrowed. You were determined to get this look right, knowing Loki picked it because he thought you couldn’t do it. Loki made a move to push your hands away from hair and tried to do the style himself. He didn’t get very far before you slapped his hands out of the way and continued working.

“This is my job not yours, it’s no fun if you do it for me,” you said your voice stern but the god wasn’t giving up. Finally after a lot of hand smacking and almost 2 hours of work you got his hair done. It wasn’t like the picture at all, in fact, you gave up a few minutes ago and settled for a simple man bun. You had to admit it didn’t look half bad.

“That doesn’t look like the picture at all,” Loki said

“Oh shut it. I know you picked that style ‘cause it was the hardest out of the three,” you grumbled, pouting.

“Now, now why would I do that,” he said a smirk on his face

“‘Cause you hate me” you continued to pout.

“I do not” he replied appalled by your accusation

“Then you should let me cut your hair if you don’t mind,” You said knowing you were pushing your limits.

“Would you mind if I cut yours?” Loki said his voice rising slightly as you found a pair of scissors

“I’d probably kill you if you did that.” you took a section of Loki’s hair between your fingers mimicking what you’d seen your hairdressers do without cutting his hair. He quickly moved his head so his hair was out of reach just as you closed the scissors making a harsh snipping noise.

“Oh fuck,” you said your face turning pale

“What,” Loki said “WHAT DID YOU DO”

“I didn’t do anything,” you said hurriedly “you’re the one that moved. If you wouldn’t have moved you wouldn’t be missing about 2 inches of hair in one spot”  

“WHAT” Loki roared quickly becoming panicked as you sat behind him and laughed, “YOU THINK THIS IS FUNNY?”

“I find it hilarious,” You said a huge smile plastered on your face

“Y/n, darling, nitwit,” he said

“Loki, sweetheart, asshole,” you said back “Your hair is fine, I swear, it was a joke ”Oh, I knew that…I was just playing along” Loki replied his face turning back to its normal color as he quickly tried to play off his panic.

“Sure you did,” you said “totally didn’t get tricked by a simple mortal girl like me”

“Definitely not” Loki confirmed. You couldn’t wait to tell Thor and the others about this.


A/N: Thank you all so much for reading if you have any ideas or requests I’ll take them. Leaning towards a part three but who knows if I’ll ever get around to posting it.

Thanks again to @21waywardheathens and @firewolfkelly also tagging @casameanlock (She’s awesome check out her stuff) and @dedicatedbff(Who is also awesome) -G

anonymous asked:

One word prompt: neck

let’s have a little nugget for the Wax verse :)

as always, this is about sleepy snuggly vampires and the wolfboys who love them. if you haven’t read the verse, just FYI - Kurt eventually develops the ability to read minds.

(one word prompt thingy)

Oh my god, he’s so cute, Blaine thinks, his hand on the curtain that sections their area off from the rest of the loft. He moves silently around the room so as not to wake Kurt up; he’s fast asleep in their bed, cuddled around a boyfriend pillow - the infamous boyfriend pillow, Bruce, which a lonely Kurt had bought while they were broken up and has since revealed to Blaine as his guilty pleasure on nights when he’s feeling clingy.

It’s technically a “fiancé pillow” now, Blaine thinks with amusement. He never makes fun of Kurt for it; their school and work schedules are completely different, and nights when they get home at the same time are rare. They certainly pine for each other more often than not.

Blaine sets his bag in the desk chair and starts stripping down to his underwear, quietly dropping his clothes in the laundry hamper. He glances back at Kurt, who’s snuggled even tighter around the pillow. As Blaine removes his layers, Kurt starts snuffling into the pillow, rubbing his nose against it.

I wish I never had a reason to leave him. I’d spend forever in that bed if he asked me to.

Kurt’s eyebrows raise, then furrow, and he sighs in his sleep, mumbling something that sounds like, “Blurn…”

Blaine’s heart jolts a little at that, a delighted grin spreading across his face. He keeps his mouth shut, focusing on his adorable fiancé as he thinks, Kurt?

“Urmph… Blaine…”

Can you hear me, Kurt?


Assuming that he means “miss you,” Blaine steps closer to the bed, his stomach fluttering with affection. I’m right here.

Kurt licks his lips, his mouth dropping open as his fangs elongate from his gums. “Okay,” he says. Then, to Blaine’s total surprise, he grips the pillow in his fists and bites down at the top of its shirt, where a neck would be. He lets out a confused little whine, sinking his fangs in further and gnawing on the pillow for a moment before he seems to realize that his mouth is full of cotton. “Blaine…?”

Blaine swallows his laughter and slides into his side of the bed. He pulls the fiancé pillow from Kurt’s clutches with a fair amount of difficulty - though they both have superhuman strength, Kurt is the stronger of the two when Blaine’s in human form. Right here, Kurt. I’m home, he thinks, dropping the pillow over the side of the bed and putting himself in its place. He lies on his back, leaving his neck exposed, then reaches up and runs a thumb over Kurt’s bottom lip.  

Kurt’s arm slides across his chest, his hand finding Blaine’s heart right away. He makes a pleased humming noise and snuggles closer, sighing happily against his skin. “Mmm… iss’you. You’re warm.”

Are you hungry?

The reply is a neutral grunt.

Blaine would be perfectly happy to let Kurt bite him now, but Kurt has always taken feeding consent deathly seriously; it goes both ways, and Blaine’s laissez-faire attitude about it doesn’t change that. He kisses Kurt, careful to avoid the fangs, and thinks, Open your eyes, baby.

Kurt’s response is immediate, his completely blacked-out eyes popping open with a few sleepy blinks. “You’re home,” he says, carefully covering his fangs with his lips to kiss him.

“Yeah, I’m home. Did you want something to eat before I go to sleep?”

Kurt’s gaze drifts down to Blaine’s neck. He runs a finger over the small, permanent bruise where he usually feeds from Blaine, considering it, then says, “Nah, it can wait until morning.” His fangs slide back into his gums, and soon, his eyes have returned to blue-green and Blaine can see the whites again.

“Are you sure? You can take some now, if you want.”

“Hmm… I’m sure. Just snuggles now, thanks.” Kurt wraps around him the same way he’d been wrapped around Bruce, burying his face in Blaine’s neck.

Whatever you want, Kurt, Blaine thinks, settling into the cuddle and pressing a kiss to Kurt’s forehead.

“Ugh, be quiet, Blaine. I’m trying to sleep.”