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Point of contact

Originally posted by miss-rosalie-hale

Request: Hi, can you do a twilight imagine where the reader is new to town and one day she’s at the beach and Paul sees her and he imprints on her but she’s really shy and just the opposite of him so every time he tries to talk to her she makes an excuse to leave and you can choose how it ends. Thank you!
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For: @itssssxxlillian

Paul x reader
A/N: I will never be sorry for slipping books that I like into imagines.

There he was again. Paul, the ridiculously muscled cheeky faced boy from La Push beach, who been following you around since that first meeting - or rather it felt that way.
Trying to ignore your face flushing, you hid your face back into your book and hoped that he and his friends, who seemed more like a gang really, wouldn’t notice you sat at the back of cafe with your book and a drink. You tried to focus on the lines of your book but you found your eyes moving without taking anything in.
Why the hell was your heart beating so fast?

It wasn’t like you’d even spoken to him for more than ten minutes but how could you not get flustered while talking to a guy with a real life Greek God bod? Never mind the fact that you tripped over your tongue in normal conversation.

Your hopes of remaining hidden didn’t last too long when you heard his naturally loud voice tell his friends to ‘stay out of trouble I’m going to say to Y/N’ and not a moment later he was sliding into the opposite side of your booth, his flirty grin already firmly in place.
“Hey Y/N, how’s it going?” He asked, his voice brimming with interest. Did he use this voice for everyone?
“Good thanks, how’re you?” You whispered from behind your book shield. If he thought you were being rude, his smile didn’t falter.
“All the better for seeing you.” He answered smoothly like his voice didn’t make your face burn even hotter. He reached over the table to nudge your book up so that he could read the title but the sudden contact made you jump and drop with a bang on to the table.

“I’ve got to go, nice to see you.” You squeaked, picking your bag up from the seat and high tailing it out of there. Paul tried to catch your wrist, to ask for your number or apologise if he was coming on too strong but you were gone, replaced almost instantly by Jared and Embry.
“So she took one look at your face and ran off, bummer dude.” Embry feigned sympathy and bit into his sandwich.
“We always knew that there was going to be that risk.” Jared laughed.
“You two don’t know shit, I’ll get her to talk to me.” Paul grumbled and rubbed his hair with one large hand hoping that the familiar action would distract him from his hurt pride.
Jared thought Paul was coming on too strong, he’d spent months having to build up his relationship with Kim and she’d fancied him something rotten. He tried to implore his friend, “Face it Paul she’s ran away from you what five times now?”
“I make it six.” Embry corrected through a mouthful of food.

“But now I have a reason for her to talk to me.” Paul said triumphantly as he leaned back into his chair.
“Go on, spare us the grand reveal. What’s your plan?” Jared asked. Paul reached over the table and picked up the book that you’d left on the table in your haste. Now he had his point of contact.

Paul found you somewhere you couldn’t escape, at your part time job in the small diner in town. You could already feel the heat threatening your completion when you saw him sat to the counter, turning his stool side to side and waving to you. You stepped over and offered him a shaky but friendly smile, “Good afternoon, what can I get you?”
“It’s more what can I get you.” He told you, the overly flirtatious nature of his tone had dropped since the last time you spoke to him and now he spoke slowly and quietly as though he was afraid he may scare you away.
“I’m sorry, I don’t follow.” You managed not to stumble over your words but had been worrying the edge of your work shirt as you spoke and had to remind yourself that you were a work and Paul, no matter how attractive, was a customer. You forced yourself to give him eye contact and were rewarded with his dimpled smile.
He pulled his hidden hand from under the table and put your book on the counter top. You could have jumped for joy when you saw it and in a rush of gratitude you put both of your hands over his large warm one, “Thank you so much!”
All at once you remembered yourself and went to pull your hand away, your usual blush back in place. Paul lightly caught one of your hands and held it softly, with enough space that you could pull away from him if you wanted too, you didn’t.

“Small confession, I may have read the first couple of chapters before I brought it back so that I’d have something to talk to you about. Ya know, because you keep running away from me.” He joked but despite the embarrassment you felt incredibly touched.
“Sorry, I’m not always great with new people.” You explained quietly and glanced around quickly to make sure that no one as waiting to be served and thankfully there wasn’t.
“Neither am I, but I’m willing to try to get used to each other.” His flirty smirk made a comeback.

You bit your lip, “I would like that. Did you really read some of my book so that we could talk about it?”
Paul nodded, “Yeah, I liked the talking skeleton, he’s a badass.”
“He just gets sassier, I’ve got the whole series. Derek Landry is a genius.” You gushed over the Skullduggery Pleasant series. Paul ran his thumb over the back of your hand, enjoying the, albeit brief, contact.
Your boss coming into the diner made you pull your hand from Paul’s and straighten your back. Paul clicked on quickly when you pulled your notepad from your back pocket and asked him, “So, what can I get you?”
“A burger and coke please. Oh, and your number.” He gave you a cheeky wink on the side that your boss wouldn’t see and you willed your cheeks to stay calm this time.
“Right away Sir.” You gave him a bright smile which was received and reciprocated with earnest.

Warm (Stony Quick Fic)

For my darling @creationfail​ who is having a bad couple of days and requested Omega!Steve.
I don’t usually write Omega! Steve, so hopefully it doesn’t come out badly lol.

~~~~Omega!Steve is having a bad day and comes home needing his Alpha!Tony to help him feel better. Lots of feels, shower smut and then more feels.


Steve and Tony were such a beautiful couple.

They couldn’t go anywhere without being whistled at, or followed by paparazzi or photographed. They couldn’t attend a single event without having to stand on the red carpet for nearly an hour, answering questions and smiling for the cameras and being as charming as they could possibly be for every single person that basically swooned at their feet.

Tony ate it up, of course, in his perfectly coordinated outfits and signature flashy grin. He loved the publicity, loved the press, loved that they all loved him and Iron Man. He was a national treasure and a hero– or so the president had said anyway– and he loved it.

Steve was decidedly less flashy, always in a well cut but conservative black suit with a tie that always perfectly matched whatever Tony was wearing. He stood a little behind his boyfriend, waving and smiling but letting Tony answer the questions and laugh at the jokes.

The gossip rags and magazines always called them a perfect power couple, heavily hinting that Tony was the omega, the ‘woman’ of the relationship, while beautiful, golden, Alpha Steve Rogers supported and tolerated the omegas antics, even though judging by the way they were always holding hands, Captain America knew to keep his boyfriend on a short leash.

The team took great delight in reading each and every one of the trashy stories, always coupled with a random picture that could be taken any way, but in the eyes of the “Stony” fans, the pictures were always a show of Steve keeping his mate in check.

“Did you guys read this one?” Clint handed Tony the latest magazine. “‘Stony’ out and about in public, Steve does a good job of keeping former playboy Tony from wandering’.”

“Doesn’t it bother you that everyone thinks you’re the omega?” Natasha asked and Tony shook his head.

“Nah. I think it makes for good publicity. Pretty little omega protected by a big scary Alpha. Iron Man being submissive to team leader Captain America. All that sort of thing. It doesnt bother me.”

“Yeah.” Clint tossed him another magazine. “This one agrees apparently. ‘Alpha Steve keeping his Omega collared’. ‘Stony is everyone’s favorite couple’.”

“Lovely.” Tony said dryly and read the magazine cover idly, smiling at the picture of Steve holding him by his tie, dragging him in for a kiss. “That one does look a little bad I guess. I like our relationship name though. Stony. Catchy.”

“Stony?” Natasha rolled her eyes. “Please.”

“Well it’s better than WidowHawk!” Tony sniped. “At least our name doesn’t sound like some hybrid animal off a bad sci-fi movie!”

“Hey!” Clint protested, ready to defend his and Natasha’s (ridiculous) name the tabloids had given them. “Just because—”

“Easy, children. They are all good names.” Steve’s deep voice cut through their argument, and he bent to lay a soft kiss on Tony’s lips. “Good morning, sweetheart.”

“Morning.” Tony’s eyes lit with love and absolute adoration, staring up at his mate. “How are you?” He ran light fingers over Steve’s perfectly cut jawline. “Did you and Sam have a good run?”

Steve nodded, but didn’t say anything, closing his eyes and tilting his head down into the touch.

“Are you alright?” Tony lowered his voice and let his hand rest over the bonding mark on Steve’s neck comfortingly. The big blonde shook his head and Tony frowned. “Do you want to talk–”

“Can we go to bed?” Steve whispered, barely audible, and Tony was already standing up, slipping an arm around his waist and leading him from the room.

“Let JARVIS know if you need us.” he said over his shoulder and Clint nodded, waving them off with a concerned look in his eyes.

“We’re fine. Just go.”

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Babygate Masterpost: Important Evidence You May Have Missed...

On April 7, a Buzzfeed UK article was posted of Louis Tomlinson’s child “being a conspiracy theory” and how many fans believe that there isn’t even a baby at all. While the evidence was impressive… I could tell that many people weren’t taking this subject seriously. And most people loved blaming it on “deluded 12-year-old Louis girls who had nothing better to do.” I was insulted because: 1) it’s not just “Louis girls” who believe that babygate is fake and 2) we’re not all crazy 12-year-olds who have nothing better to do. 

After thoroughly reading the Buzzfeed article a few times (which was trending with over half a million readers in less than 24 hours) I found that the writer, Ellie Woodward, was probably low-key mocking Directioners as well. She led with “Fans believe…” or “Many Tumblr users have theorized…” and this is what makes it seem like we’re crazy.

So I’m taking matters into my own hands; I’d like you to read this post. It includes reasonable and more thorough evidence that Miss Woodward didn’t bother to include (and who can blame her? There’s so much!) in her article. No matter who you are, I’d like you to take this seriously… and you should be able to understand why this is serious towards the end.

You’re going to see why people are doubting Freddie Reign Tomlinson (Louis’ supposed “son”) and his existence. Please keep an open mind and just take all this into consideration before you decide to label me cruel things, such as a “psycho boyband-obsessed teenager.” 

I have tried to see both sides of the babygate argument: it’s real vs. it’s fake.

I have yet to find convincing and legit proof that babygate was “not planned” and how it’s “not another major publicity stunt.” I’m a very open-minded person myself, and I don’t often jump to ridiculous conclusions. 

Why would they plan babygate anyway?

  • Damage control
  • It’s all about keeping One Direction relevant… even on their break
  • Punishment for Louis (keep reading)
  • To diminish rumors of Louis being gay/bisexual 
  • Louis was also an easy target; he goes out partying and drinking so him getting a girl pregnant seems plausible 

How Louis reacts when the “baby” is just MENTIONED….

Babygate has been suspicious since it started from Day 1 back in July. But it was relatively quiet until Louis was forced to talk about it in interviews as the months progressed. One interview that stands out was when the boys were in Glasgow, Scotland back in October. Louis and Niall gave a painfully awkward interview that just adds to the massive amount of evidence which points to babygate being planned/fake. 

How is it “painfully awkward”? Well, if you’ve seen the interview and don’t understand (or if you haven’t seen it at all) I’d be happy to sum it up for you:

Louis and Niall laughing along with the reporter…. They’re having fun!

They joke around some more and they still appear to be okay…

The boys continue to share some laughs and give details about their upcoming album, “Made In The AM.”

Niall shares what he’s gonna do on break. Then Louis says he’s gonna enjoy relaxing…. but that’s when the reporter reminds him that he “has a baby on the way.”

Well, shit… That went just went completely downhill. You can tell this bothers Niall, too. If that doesn’t raise a red flag then I don’t know what else will. Louis starts to distance himself and nervously plays with his hands in his lap…

He’s forced to give a “satisfying” answer (most likely from management) so the reporter can move on. The whole setting becomes extremely awkward… The reporter seems to be the only one having fun now.

People have told me: “Well he only made it awkward because he doesn’t wanna give away details about his personal life!” … However, that’s the only “excuse” that the Briana Jungwirth “fans” and baby believers have given me. But when they choose to be ignorant of Niall and Louis’ body language, that’s just plain stupid. Sorry not sorry.

Like I said, this was just one of the first of many pieces of evidence. Anyway,  let’s move on…

How Louis reacts around other kids and babies…

Here we have Louis throughout the years, and recently, with children:

Here we have Louis around his baby siblings, Doris and Ernest, whom he is actually related to… Awww! So sweet! He’s such a good big brother…

I’ve never seen a genuine smile when he’s with Freddie. Hell, he doesn’t look the slightest bit happy with his “own son.”

Don’t believe me? Okay. Here’s how Louis reacts around “Freddie”:

Now with these three images you’re probably thinking two things: “What do you want him to do, smile all the time?” and/or “He’s only frowning because the paparazzi won’t leave him alone!” – Well, that may be so…. but if I was a die-hard fan of kids and I finally had my own baby (whether this baby had been planned or not) I’d be over the moon every time I was around him/her. Plus, in the first photo, it’s clear that he doesn’t even know there’s paparazzi. We have yet to see a genuine smile when he’s with this “baby.”

If the baby turns out to be real: Guys…. the media has told you that this is a grown man who’s “so sure that this kid is his” and who has “finally confirmed” that his baby is real but yet he doesn’t even smile or give a small grin around the infant? Riiiight. That’s very contradicting….

If they’re using a doll: I had to stroll around town with a baby doll in a stroller with people silently judging me I wouldn’t be smiling either. Hell, most of us would refuse to do this… but they’re pressuring Louis. That’s sick and inhumane. 

How Louis’ bandmates react…

Remember the Good Morning America interview about the baby back in August 2015? No? Well, go watch it…. 

These are the boys’ reactions when the interviewer congratulates Louis on “upcoming fatherhood”:

In case you can’t tell, here are their reactions up close…

Harry Styles with his “Do they actually believe that?” face.

Liam Payne looking at Louis like, “Are they serious, bro?”

Niall Horan’s expression reads something like: “You’ve gotta be shittin’ me…”

And none of them bothered to comment or show support for the news during the interview. They’re practically like brothers to Louis and they’d know if something like this was true or not. They’d also likely know if there really was a baby…

Also, let’s not forget Louis’ reaction the whole time:

He looks amused, to be honest. But he manages to keep a straight face. His expression could have several possible explanations… but you can’t rule out the fact that this isn’t exactly a face that reads “thank you very much.” 

Louis is careful with his words in interviews…

While we’re talking about the Good Morning America interview, it’s important to take note that Louis didn’t really “confirm” the news, nor did he deny it. That’s what gets most people; just because he didn’t deny it doesn’t mean it’s still true… 

Louis said: “Yeah…uh…it’s a very exciting time so… I’m buzzin’, thank you.” 

The interviewer then turns to Harry and remarks that he’s been “very quiet.” To which Harry looks like he knows something they don’t:

He pulls that face, the face he does when he’s about to tell or joke or when he’s about to laugh… Harry knows what’s up.

All he says in reply is: “Oh no, no, I’m having a great time!”

This is the look he has after he says that:

Silly, silly Harry. Oh! Look at everyone else, too:

How Louis’ family reacts…

Louis’ mother, Johannah, blocks people on Twitter who love to give updates on “Freddie.” She also blocks people who believe Louis and Briana are a “happy couple” that should be married (although this could just be internet trolls). Overall: instead of blocking people who ship her son in a gay relationship with Harry Styles, she’s blocking people who worship and “support” Briana and Freddie… even ones who aren’t harassing her. Sounds like Johannah is just as much done with this shit as her own son; this is a woman who should love hearing positive things about her own grandson but no, no, no. 

November 28, 2015: Johannah and Louis’ sister, Lottie, had to spend a day with Briana and her mother in Los Angeles. We got one fan photo of Lottie and Briana (who was actually cropped out) getting into a car to supposedly go shopping for baby clothes (it was never confirmed exactly what their plans were but this is what the media believed). That same day, before leaving with her mother and the Jungwirths, Lottie posted a photo on Instagram with the middle finger (”fuck you”) emoji in the caption. In the photo, however, Lottie is holding her fingers up, making the peace sign. The caption makes it seem like she was throwing shade at the Jungwirths; she resents them and hates having to go along with this babygate stunt (being forced to spend time with someone for the sake of publicity for her older brother). She’s a very sweet girl and likes most people connected to her brother, including his friends and bandmates… but Briana? Oh no. Even the look on Lottie’s face says, “I’m so done with this shit…” 

  • We should also point out that Lottie has never defended Briana or Freddie (her own “nephew”) and she’s been relatively quiet for most of babygate so far, avoiding most things that have to do with it. I mean, if I had a niece or nephew I’d be over the moon about it and I’d jump to their defense if people were calling him or her fake.
  • Pictures of Lottie with her siblings, twins Ernest and Doris, who recently turned two years old. They’re still babies and Lottie is so happy and tickled to be around them. Not to mention she loves talking about them, too. But “Freddie”? Nah. (1) (2)

The “Fizzy vs Ashley” Twitter Feud: Louis’ sister Felicite (aka “Fizzy”) is no stranger to slaying someone on social media. In the past she’s defended her brother from hate, particularly due to homophobic comments and slurs aimed in his direction. But in February 2016 she was slaying on Twitter for a different reason… 

It all started when someone tweeted a picture of a baby and claimed that it was Freddie. Fizzy liked it. 

However someone told Fizzy that she’d actually just liked the photo of a random baby and that it wasn’t Freddie. To which she responded with:

This got the attention of Briana Jungwirth’s cousin, Ashley, who thought it would be a good idea to “question” Fizzy: 

That’s a damn lie because….they are….

Well, Fizzy didn’t take to kindly to Ashley’s lie. So what did she say?

The fact that Fizzy also used those specific emojis tells us that she knows something we don’t and that she’s throwing shade towards the Jungwirth family.

And don’t forget that Fizzy’s boyfriend, Rishi, liked this tweet:

Wow….. could this get any shadier? Unfortunately, Fizzy knew that trouble would brew since thousands of people had just seen her call out Louis’ (supposed) baby mama’s family for using fake baby pics. She then deleted her tweets about “Freddie” and her tweet to Ashley. 

Later, she goes on to act like nothing ever happened…

Lucky for us… screenshots exist and we caught the whole thing. 

Fizzy once followed an account that debunked babygate: While Fizzy is being brought up, it’s also important to mention that sometime in mid-January she followed this Instagram account that was dedicated to proving that Freddie Reign Tomlinson didn’t exist and that Briana was never pregnant. 

Need proof that she followed? Okay. Here you go:

And the comments…

I doubt anyone can come up with an explanation as to why Louis’ sister–his own flesh and blood!–would follow such an account; the username just makes it so obvious, and she knew what she was doing. As far as I know, Fizzy only followed this account for a few days. Right around the time “Freddie” was “born,” she unfollowed them and re-followed Briana. That’s totally not suspicious at all *sarcasm*

Let’s talk about Briana’s Snapchat stories, too…

This evidence is one of those “no fucks given” situations. 

We all know about Briana Jungwirth, the “baby mama” and “victim of Larry shippers.” She made a Snapchat account a few weeks ago and one of the first things she did was drag herself into the babygate mess to get attention.

Here’s how it went: First, Briana wanted everyone to know that she was going to Beverly Hills (where Louis was, with his family visiting at the time). She didn’t meet up with Louis at all. Later she and her friend Olivia went driving, blasting music (very loudly, might I add) and at one point Olivia took Briana’s phone to (purposely) show a baby car seat behind Briana (who was the driver). But the car seat was backwards and apparently not even strapped in… and they were still blasting music. Great parenting, Briana *yawns*.

There’s more! And this made me laugh my ass off: Olivia picks up three half-filled baby bottles–all of which were uncapped (that’s very unsanitary)–and says: “Oh my God, Briana! You have so much stuff I can’t even put my Starbucks in here!” And they were laughing and being over-dramatic on purpose. It’s like they’re shoving this in our faces to “prove us wrong.” Yeah, but the whole damn time you didn’t even hear a single baby noise. 

Then they get out of the car and Briana is “struggling” to put together the baby stroller together while Olivia films and laughs, neither of them taking it seriously. Shouldn’t Briana know how to put together a stroller by now? “Freddie” is almost three months old and she’s also had her whole pregnancy to learn something like this. Yeah… really great parenting, Briana *yawns louder*. Oh my God…. did they leave “Freddie” in a hot car? Or did they set him on the ground? Because the poor thing wasn’t anywhere in that video.

To finish it all off, they recorded the baby stroller being pushed for three seconds… still no shot of the baby or any baby noises; Olivia sounded like she was trying not to crack up. 

That same day… “Freddie” was reportedly spending all day with Louis and his friend Oli. So either Briana and Olivia are shading babygate… or they were lying for attention.

One Direction’s management would definitely do something like this, given their reputation…

Modest! Management has a bad reputation with their past and present clients. They signed One Direction back in July 2010 when they were on the X Factor UK. Here’s what you need to know:

X Factor UK 2010 finalist Rebecca Ferguson took them to court in June 2012 after a barrage of mistreatment. She claims they watched her faint during an interview– instead of asking her if she was okay or taking her to receive any medical treatment…. they handed her a can of Coke and told her to finish the interview. She also stated that they were “vile” and would not let her take time off to see her children under any circumstances. Even at one point she was so physically exhausted that she couldn’t walk and they still made her work. 

Screenshots still exist of these tweets because they can no longer be found (since they were deleted). After the court settlement a whole year later, Rebecca stated that she was happier and healthier. In September 2015 it was reported that she was currently with new management and working on her upcoming fourth album.

Evidence has also pointed to Modest! Management controlling their clients’ personal Twitter accounts. Because when Rebecca was taking them to court and tweeted about her children…. “Louis” decided to respond.

He’s very protective of his younger sisters just like Rebecca is protective of her children. So why does Louis seem to defend management’s actions in this tweet? Oh wait. It’s not really him…. Look at the time stamp on the tweets! She didn’t even tag him… That should make you raise an eyebrow. 

That same day, “Louis” defended management once again:

Babygate is punishment for Louis’ past actions…

Louis has had a history of standing up to management. Undoubtedly, this would have consequences for him. Modest! Management has a negative reputation for dragging their artists through hell, as shown above. Let’s not forget this interview that Louis and Zayn did in 2013 (that wasn’t shown on most broadcasts).

“Telling porky pies” is an English term; for example… “Don’t go telling me porky pies!” It means “telling lies.” You can ask most Brits and they might be able to confirm this. So, essentially, we have proof that Zayn and Louis called their management out as liars. Not surprising, however it was a risky move. 

This video is also important to notice. After hinting that their management has been lying to the press “behind their backs”, Louis and Zayn’s body language immediately changes. Zayn even looks off camera (possibly to someone from the management team) and then puts his head down, as if he knows he’s in trouble. Louis does a better job at hiding his regret for saying what he said, though you notice that he “stutters” for a moment. That stutter is probably nothing…but it should be noted.

Louis always warns us with a selfie… It’s a pattern

Every time “Louis” posts something about the baby on Instagram, what’s the previous post? That’s right… a selfie! This may sound ridiculous but it seems that’s the only way he can warn us anymore. Not to mention the last two only have a time gap of one day. 

The post on April 7 is damage control. 

Damage control- action taken to limit the damaging effects of an accident or error

What was the error that day? The trending article from Buzzfeed that called “Freddie” fake. But given that Louis posted a selfie the day before (and I told everyone to watch out), they were probably gonna post a pic of “Freddie” anyway.

Only “Larry shippers” believe babygate is fake… this is NOT TRUE

Larry shippers- people who believe that Louis Tomlinson is in a gay relationship with his bandmate Harry Styles, and he has been ever since One Direction formed in 2010.

Yeah, one thing I continue to see since these “babygate is fake” articles have emerged is that everyone loves blaming this ‘conspiracy theory’ on Larry Stylinson shippers (who are also called “fake fans”) and no one else. I guarantee you 100% that if you were to dig around and ask most Directioners if they shipped “Larry,” they’d say “no” or “just as a friendship.” And I also guarantee you that these same people are also likely to believe that babygate is fake, since “Larry” has nothing to do with it… Here’s a survey:

Trust me…. there are way more comments like these.

Larry Stylinson and babygate are two very different topics.

Louis’ mental, physical and emotional health is suffering…

This one is very debatable; Louis has shown dramatic signs of unhealthy weight loss as well as sleep deprivation and emotional exhaustion. 

I’ve heard it all: “You don’t know what he’s going through, how can you know?” or “Ewww, do you like assuming things?” or “He looks fine! Everyone gets tired when they have a kid!”

But you can tell he’s lost weight… maybe not around the waist, but definitely in the face. Doctors attribute unhealthy weight loss in the face to eating disorders such as anorexia. Eating very little / skipping meals due to stress? That’s always possible! He’s gained the weight back… only to lose it again within the next few weeks.

I understand that in some of these photos it’s probably just a “bad angle,” the lighting, or he’s drunk… But with each photo you know he’s possibly not at his healthiest. I’m no doctor… but I am someone who’s very observant.

Why did he FINALLY do something after all this time?

Louis loves children to death and he is overjoyed to be around them. We’ve established that, yeah? So if he was “so sure” that he was going to be a father ever since the news broke back in July…. if he is “so sure” that Freddie is really his and no one else’s…. why, two days ago, did he finally “shut down rumors” that the “baby” was fake? Let me tell you what’s wrong with this:

  • Several people and fans pointed out that pictures of the baby only appear in black and white, with its eyes closed, and it’s “photoshopped.” Whoever is in charge of this stunt was paying attention, because “Louis” posted a picture of a baby IN COLOR… WITH ITS EYES OPEN…that appears to be REAL. Only one thing: it doesn’t look like the “Freddie” we’ve seen. Fail. A reverse image search found no results, so it wasn’t stolen… but why would they finally use a real baby? We should mention that this is the first photo “Louis” has posted of the baby where “he” isn’t holding it…. That’s weird, if he’s so desperate to prove it’s real (like every online article is saying) then wouldn’t he be in the photo with it, too? And the reason I say “Louis” is because he doesn’t have full control of his Instagram account either. 
  • If they wanted to prove to us that this was genuine and NOT fake, they would’ve had Louis shut down “Freddie is fake” rumors from the beginning when it first started. It’s also trended on Twitter before… and Louis still did nothing. All we got outta that was Briana’s family stealing more baby pics.

“There’s a video of the baby… why are you still in denial?”

First, I’m not in denial. If there turns out to be a baby that’s actually Louis’ then I’ll be happy for him…. But we have all this evidence that says otherwise.

Oh. That video that TMZ posted with the baby crying while Louis was pushing it? 

To management: I’ll give them props for finally using a real baby; at the same time that also makes them sick monsters. That baby still looks nothing like what we’ve been shown recently. The fact that they finally reached this level is actually really disturbing– because they’re running out of ideas and it’s down to the last straw.

Unfortunately, they can’t make Louis act like he’s happy.

“Well then if it’s real then who’s baby is it?” 

Great question. 

Although Buzzfeed already covered this, I do need to point out that SYCO’s Global Head of Media, Ann-Marie Thomson, had twins (a boy and a girl) a few months ago (although it’s not sure officially when). 

The first photo she posted of them was on February 1. They look to be almost three months old in this picture. Three months old? That would put their birth around late November, two months before “Freddie.” In a tweet on December 3, 2015, Ann-Marie asked if there was a spa in LA where she could take her newborn twins to. That would mean they would’ve been a few weeks old, in fact making their birth around late November as I said. Also, in the same tweet, Ann Marie wants to know if the baby spa would be in areas such as Woodland Hills or Calabasas.

Guess who lives in Calabasas? Briana Jungwirth and her family. Wow. I wonder if that’s a “coincidence”? 

We need to compare photos of Ann-Marie’s babies to the ones of “Freddie” we got from TMZ and other media outlets, as well as photos in general from the last few days:

They used the boy for Louis’ photo…

On the left is Ann Marie’s photo (taken on February 8). On the right is what “Louis” posted on Instagram (April 7). 

The ears, nose, and little fingers look exactly the same. The two month difference would explain why the right photo shows the baby with more hair. But the photo that’s on Louis’ Instagram may not have been taken the same day it was posted (and that would mostly likely be the case). You can’t deny that both of the babies pictured above look almost exactly the same. 

Now, for the photos we got yesterday they used the girl…

On the left is from February 13. The right is from two days ago (April 7). Yes the angles are different but the girl is different from her twin because she has chubbier cheeks. 

But now let’s compare the Instagram post to the paparazzi photo…

No way that’s the same baby. 

But with another photo of the girl twin…

Now THAT looks like the same baby (these photos are two months apart).

It would make sense to use twins for this stunt. If one needs to rest or won’t stop crying, etc. they can switch them back and forth, and although these twins look alike they’re not identical, they’re fraternal– you can tell. That’s why there are noticeable differences and it’s easy to distinguish which baby is which. It’s scientifically impossible for there to be a pair of identical twins that are a boy and a girl. 

Oh hey! This must not have been the first time they used the girl twin.

See, I thought that was a doll because the sun was in its eyes and Louis was doing nothing to protect it. But I guess it was a real baby (since I had people messaging me that they met Louis and saw/heard crying from the stroller). A real baby…. but not “Freddie.” These pics were from about two weeks ago.

So now you must be like, “Wait, why would Ann-Marie allow her babies to be used? Isn’t that illegal?”

  1. She didn’t sign a contract, but yet she’s probably getting paid. 
  2. Since she didn’t sign a contract for her babies to be used (which would/should be illegal as hell!) the idea is that maybe Louis and his friends/family will “babysit” her kid(s) while she’s doing her other work or relaxing, while the media and everyone else thinks it’s Freddie. 
  3. She’s BFFs with Simon Cowell…. gee, that should sum things up.

And it seems like they used her for Louis’ younger sister to pose with:

I really do believe that they’re using Ann-Marie’s twins now.

Speaking of the TMZ video…

Wait until they (probably) read this and force Louis to give a shit. He would never ignore a crying baby, and because he did….you know something is up. Hell, the paparazzi were watching him and all he said was: “Have a bit of respect for a baby, pal!” A baby. Not “his” baby. A baby….

Last but not least…. why are his bandmates silent about it?

Niall Horan: He has a three-year-old nephew and loves kids just like the rest of his bandmates. Not even a public congratulations to Louis on “his kid”– and this is surprising because Niall is the most active on Twitter and Instagram, apart from Liam. Everyone else close to Louis did that…. except for Harry….and Liam….. hell, even Zayn Malik is avoiding all this. But remember…. the first time the “baby” was brought up Niall looked like he was about to laugh his ass off. Then the next time it was brought up he looked really uncomfortable.

Zayn Malik: Sure, he’s focusing on his music right now…but if he had the time to congratulate the boys when “Drag Me Down” came out, and also had the time to acknowledge Liam on the band’s five-year anniversary, why hasn’t he said a damn thing about Louis’ “baby”? Despite what tabloids tell you, Zayn was (and probably still is) very close to Louis and he would surely have a comment to make about this……..oops! No.

Harry Styles: This man adores babies the most apart from the others. He even acknowledges pregnant women at concerts…. however, he never acknowledged Briana when she went to at least three shows. Damn. She even had VIP seats with Louis’ family!

Liam Payne: Alright, alright. Calm down. There was a magazine that ran a story on Liam a while back and “he” (because you know how magazines love to twist words or write their own made-up shit) said he couldn’t wait to meet Louis’ kid. But this was before “Freddie” was born… and still we’ve gotten nothing about Liam meeting his best friend’s child. 

So, in conclusion, this is all the evidence I have provided for you on why babygate was planned. This is why I believe there isn’t really a “Freddie Tomlinson.” Now I’ve received a ton of hate and people demanding to know how I can call “an innocent child” fake. At least I don’t just say shit to say it. I support my beliefs with evidence. So you can call me crazy. Call me a bitch. I don’t care. Because unless you can explain everything wrong with babygate (yes, including what Buzzfeed posted) and have solid (really solid) proof that this wasn’t planned….. I may change my mind. Actually, wait, I don’t think I can…. because you can’t explain ALL of this. But thank you for taking the time to read this. I hope it changed your mind or at least made you think.

(And Modest! Management, if you’ve seen this… and you decide to “fix” some more babygate mistakes…. we’ll all notice because I’ve pointed them out. I have the right to freedom of speech. If you take this down it just proves that you’re hiding something and then everyone will know the truth.)

Have a nice day! 

Păpuşă (Part 1)

A/N: This took a different spin than I intended when I started writing this earlier this week. For better or for worse. This might be utter drivel. And that’s why I wasn’t able to get it out yesterday. 

Pietro Maximoff liked to get on your nerves and he was good at it because you were annoyed simply at his mere presence. Now Steve has sent the pair of you on an undercover mission as husband and wife. But the mission may have been more complicated then intended, for more than one reason. 

Pairing: Pietro x Reader,

Warnings: sexual references, language, guns

Words: 1,300

Păpuşă = little doll

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anonymous asked:

Hiii do you know anything I can do to attract a job? I've been applying like crazy but it's a year now and I'm using all the help I could get! Thank you x

Great question and I would be happy to help.  A bunch of my friends joke around about me being able to find jobs in a snap.  It is one of my “magic” powers.  

Before we get to any magic, might I advise a couple of different routes you may not be considering?  I always like to take a real world approach before handing out any spells.  I am not an old lady by any means, but I have learned a thing or two, and I think I might be able to help.  (Whether you like this type of advice is entirely up to you, but take it from me: the job market can be tough to navigate and sometimes it helps hearing this kind of advice from someone who has been down that road.)

Originally posted by tinaillustration

1.  Have you recently updated/revised your resume and cover letter?  Seriously, sometimes people do not hire you based on the content in your cover letter.  The wording could be off-putting, it could be too long (or too short), it could be not informative enough.  Cultivating your cover letter and resume is like crafting a spell; it needs to be worded correctly, express who you are as an employee in a concise manner, and make you seem as hireable as possible.  (You could also put a sigil on your cover letter and resume without anyone ever knowing using invisible ink or printing in white.) . A great website for formatting your cover letter and resume to make it look like THE BOMB DOT COM is CVMKR.

2.  Have you applied for every available job, including the ones that you may think you are “above”?  Listen, I have a BFA in Photographic Imagery; I didn’t exactly choose the most profitable and available field in the world.  I loved every bit of time I spent in college learning about art (and other various topics) and I am incredibly proud of what I accomplished.  I am still very passionate about my work, but the fact of the matter is that dream jobs are incredibly hard to come by.  There were plenty of times I had to suck up my pride and apply at places I thought I was too good for.  That includes fast food chains and restaurants, data entry, and even sales positions for companies I knew were absolute bullshit (the sales companies, not everything else.)  It took me years of gaining experience, freelancing, working for next to absolutely nothing, and busting my ass to get to where I am today.  So, if you haven’t gone down to McDonald’s or Walmart, you might want to lace up your boots and get to walking.  Money is money anyway you slice it, even if it means working at a place you aren’t necessarily are proud of.  I know that seems like tough love, but it is true.

My dad once told me, “You only get out of life what you put into it.”  I put in hours upon hours of literal blood, sweat, and tears, sleepless nights, going hungry and almost being homeless, paying thousands upon thousands of dollars back to student loans, and I have only JUST gotten what I would consider to be a dream job.  I believed in what I was doing every day.  I got up even when I didn’t want to.  You just have to keep trying, even when things seem grim.

3.  There are quite a few spells involving careers and money.  I am going to refer you to @urbanspellcraft and @flowing-to-the-ocean’s spells.  I trust their work to help you along the way, but just know that magic can only take you so far.  In the amount of time you would spend working during an average work day (8+ hours), you need searching and applying for jobs, calling employers for interviews, and going to temp agencies.  If not, you won’t find a job.  Take it from me, as someone who spent the better part of a decade struggling to find a career and finally–FINALLY–got her dream job.  You can do it, you just have to try.

* Spell to Get the Job You Want
* Spell for Job Seekers

anonymous asked:

Harry’s a jock, Y/N’s a cheerleader. They’d be a hot couple but they hate each other. But eventually they like each other

Masterlist and TFLNs

This was a little tricky as a TFLN, but I think I made it work, thanks for the request! (Niall is a jock in this too)

Harry You

Niall told me the funniest thing today 

And you think I care because?… 

Because it involves you

Great. What did he say?

He said that we would make a hot couple 

Ha! I always knew he had a comedic streak, that’s a good joke. What did you say? Or do I even want to know?

I said that I know opposites attract, but we would have to be the last two people on Earth before I even considered going out with you

I would agree with that, but I’m really not THAT big of a pain you know. You just get on my nerves so easily

I could say the same about you, ya know

Why are we still talking? I’m never going to go out with you so I don’t know why we’re still talking about this

Hint taken… moving on

What if you did go out with me? Like what if I “wined and dined” you proper? Then what?

Niall? It’s rude to take people’s phone without permission, give Harry his phone back

Ha. Ha. I’m serious, would you consider it? 

I don’t know? What you could possibly do to “wine and dine” me? You don’t strike me as the romantic type

You’d be surprised…

Are you gonna take me into a forest so you can feed me to the wolves? I pass

Oh get over yourself already. Just because we don’t get along at school doesn’t mean we can’t off campus

If you’d step down from your high horse and just let things happen naturally instead of always getting pissed off at me, you might actually have a good time

If I were to say yes to a date, what would we do?

You really wouldn’t let me surprise you?

If you really want to take me out, you’ll be smart and give a heads up as to what you’re planning

Okay, well, I’d come pick you up from your place. Or we could go after a game

You strike me as a “picnic by the lake” kind of girl, so I’d pack some sandwiches and snacks and a blanket or two. We’d go down to the lake on the other side of town, maybe take a walk along the water before we ate. After we ate we could watch the stars or go see a movie or whatever you have in mind

Harry Styles, you big softy. You’d really do that for me? I thought you hated me…

I don’t hate you. Do you annoy the shit out of me sometimes? Yeah, but I know how to annoy you back just as much if not more

So what do you say? Maybe Friday night after the game?

I feel like I’m being tricked. You’re the very last person I ever thought would ask me out

I know, I surprised myself. But who knows, it might be worth it. If you really hate the idea of it so much, just tell me now and we’ll forget it ever happened

It’s not that I hate the idea, I just never expected it in a million years

You’re not gonna throw me in the lake, are you?…

I can’t give away all of my surprises ;)

But no I’m not, promise

You really want to take me out?

I don’t know how much more I can say it, love. I’d really like to take you out and prove to you that I’m not as big of an asshole as I seem to be, especially to you

What do you say?

I guess I’d say you have a deal. The game gets done early this Friday, meet me in the hallway (😏) outside the gym doors around 8?

I’m supposed to ask you that, but sure, 8 it is

I promise you won’t regret it

Oh look at you making promises… Make sure you can keep them

Trust me, I intend to 

(Day after the date)

Despite all of your doubts, I hope you had as nice a time as I did last night. See? I’m not all bad

I’ll admit, I was skeptical at first. But thanks to you, I had a really good time. Thank you for taking me out

Pleasure was all mine, love. I’d like to do it again if you’re up to it

Sure :) but it’ll have to be during the weekend again if that’s okay

That works for me, we don’t have a game this weekend

Great! I would say that you could come over during the week sometime but I’m up to my ears in exams this week so the weekend works best

Do you need help studying? I had the same English class last semester, I might be of some use

There you go again being all soft haha. I guess if you want to come over on Wednesday night that’s fine. We can order carryout and you can help me try to not fail…

Give yourself some credit, you aren’t gonna fail. Especially because for every wrong answer, I won’t kiss you. So, you better know your stuff

Is that a threat? Maybe I’ll fail on purpose so I don’t have to kiss you, then what?

Nice try, but if last night is any consolation, you like my kisses so you’re not gonna miss out on making out. Can’t argue with facts, babe

Okay, you got me there… 

Wednesday at 7 okay?

Sounds good to me, see you then, love

It’s a date ;)


TFLN request? Ask away!

My Favorite Signs Together and What They Remind Me Of
  • <p> <b><p></b> <b><p></b> <b>Cancer-Taurus:</b> Cuddling by the fire // longing gazes // sly winks across the room // being perfectly happy with each other<p/><b>Libra-Scorpio:</b> Laughing until crying // literally no secrets between them // can be in the worst situation but will still laugh<p/><b>Gemini-Leo:</b> the secret passion they have for each other // over the shoulder glances // teasing<p/><b>Cancer-Aries:</b> adventures every day // so many jokes // relaxation // that feeling you get when you just take a warm, fuzzy blanket out of the dryer<p/></p><p/><b>Taurus-Capricorn:</b> always finding each other // that feeling of the breeze passing you and you just feel so peaceful // side hugs<p/><b>Sagittarius-Aquarius:</b> playful glares // talking about the future // loyal<p/><b>Gemini-Pisces:</b> Bad boy, good girl feel // blushing // going out of their comfort zones together // the feeling you get when you achieve something you didn't think you could<p/></p><p/></p>
  • Virgo-Capricorn: great minds think alike // borrowing clothes // acoustic music listening sessions
{ kid || daveed x reader }

okay so this is a re-upload of the daveed fic i had taken down. also, i’m creating a tag list! let me know if you want to be part of that!

so this is lin introducing the reader to daveed and they hit it off and are in different broadway shows. just fluff.

also, i know that daveed wouldn’t be in hamilton if the reader is in dear evan hansen but for the sake of the fic he is. 

anyways, here’s my longest fic! (1,264 words)

“Lin!” You grinned as you ran to him, engulfing him in a hug. He let out sort of “Oof” sound followed by a laugh. 

“Hey there, kid!” Lin smiled and ruffled your hair, he was like a big brother to you, “There’s someone I want you to meet, I think you two will really hit it off.” 

You rolled your eyes with a smile as he nodded to someone, signaling them to make their way over. 

“What does Lin have in store for me?” You wondered to yourself. Thoughts like these kept racing through your head. That was, until you saw him. Your mind went numbingly clear, the world was silent, and you were sure you looked like a fool the way you were staring. As hard as you tried, you couldn’t bring yourself back to reality.

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Confessions, Kisses, and a Jumper

Hey guys! Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit, your girl has ideas for this. You don’t even know, man. I’m feelin’ the fluff (and the hell of second hand embarrassment). Hope you enjoy!

Pairing: George Weasley x Reader

Requested: Yep

Anonymous Requested: Hiya!!! Could you do a really fluff george weasley x reader??? Maybe he’s been in love with the reader for the longest time and when she visits the burrow his whole family tease him until he eventually confesses? (Bonus if she steals his G jumper to wear ♡♡♡) 

Warnings: none

The Burrow. It was your absolute favorite place to be, excluding Hogwarts. You loved the openness around the quaint little place as well as it’s cozy feeling. Not to mention that you also loved the redheads on the inside. Picking up your suitcase, you moved towards the front door from your cab. You didn’t even get halfway to the house before a swarm of people greeted you. You happened to notice the twins absence though. How odd. 

“Oh, (Y/N), dear, it’s so good to see you again,” Molly said, grinning. You felt someone take your suitcase. 

“Nice to see you too. And thanks for having me,” You said. Quickly, she lead you inside and into the kitchen. 

“Now let’s have a look at you.” Her hands sat atop your shoulders as her eyes scanned your face and body. You watched as her pursed her lips and raised her eyebrows. 

“What’s wrong?” You asked. 

“You’re too skinny, dear. Much too skinny,” She said. You smiled. Molly always said that about you. 

“Well, I’m sure you know just how to fix that.” Molly’s eyes twinkled as she laughed. Before long, you wandered into the living room with a muffin in hand and sat in your favorite chair. Ron smiled at you from the couch. 

“I reckon George will be happy to see you,” He chuckled. 

“I haven’t seen hide nor hair of Georgie since school got out,” You said. You and George were usually attached at the hip, but you’d been off in America this summer visiting some great anunt you didn’t know you had. People usually joked that you were the long lost sister that made the twins, triplets. You didn’t feel that way towards George though. Unsurprisingly, you were head over heels for the younger twin. 

“Well, he’s been waiting all morning just to give you a hug. You should go say hi,” Ginny said, leaning over your chair to hug you herself. 

“It would be rude not to,” You giggled. With that, you rocketed up the stairs and landed just outside the door to the twins room. You knocked lightly. 

“We’re very busy,” One of them yelled. 

“Too busy for me?” You asked with mock sadness. The door flew open and George wrapped his arms around you, spinning you around. Fred laughed loudly. 

“(Y/N)! You’re back! Great to see you,” George laughed, squeezing you tightly. You laced your arms around his neck. 

“I told you should’ve come with me. It was sooooo boring without you,” You said. And it had been. 

Your great aunt was a little, grey, ninety year old lady who looked far older. She’d been sweet, but incredibly boring. Of course, there wasn’t much to do there either considering her closest neighbors were a mile in either direction and the nearest town was an hour away. God, you’d wished George had come with you. At least then you would have had someone to dip around with. It was incredible how much you’d actually missed him. You were snapped out of your thoughts when Fred began to speak. 

“Wow, mate, did ya’ really miss your bird that much?” Fred asked. 

“Shut up,” George grumbled, flushing lightly.

“Do I get a hug from you or do you not like me anymore?” You asked, holding your arms out to Fred. He held his hands up, shaking his head with a grin. 

“Oh no, wouldn’t want the little brother getting jealous,” He teased. You laughed as you leaned into George. You were so happy to see him again that you nearly kissed him. Leaning your head back into his shoulder, you looked up at him. 

“Did ya miss me, Georgie?” You asked, sweetly. 

“Oh he missed you alright. You should’ve heard him at ni…” 

“You’re hungry, right (Y/N)?” George yelled, steering you towards the stairs. You snorted, knowing the sexual jokes always made him uncomfortable. He more or less picked you up and carried you down stairs to the kitchen where Molly was starting dinner (despite the fact that it was barely noon). She smile when the two of you entered the kitchen. 

“Oh aren’t you two just the cutest,” She said. You smiled, reaching for a second muffin. 

“I know. (Y/N) might weigh me down a bit, but I really do make us look good,” George said, striking a pose. 

“Oh yeah, you’re just, like, so totally cute.” He pouted at your tone. 

“I’m very cute,” He said. Laughing, you patted his cheek. You agreed with him. He was the cutest boy you’d ever seen. 

“The absolute cutest,” You said, squishing his cheeks between your palms and giving him an eskimo kiss. The skin under your hands became warm and it took everything you had not to laugh. 

“Go on you two,” Molly laughed, shooing you out of the kitchen. 

A few seconds later, you were sitting in his lap in the living room. You’d turned towards him so you could play with his hair. He’d grown it out since you told him you thought he’d look good with it that way. You were right. He very much did. Suddenly, Ginny laughed behind you. Glancing over your shoulder, you could see the youngest Weasley’s trying and failing to stifle their laughter. You raised an eyebrow at them. 

“What?” You asked. Ginny shook her head. 

“God, George, could you get any redder?” She laughed. A quick look at his face told you that, no, he couldn’t get redder. 

“Merlin, (Y/N), what are you doing over there?” Ron asked. 

“Braiding his hair.” Both of them lost it, laughing for an uncomfortable amount of time as you turned back to George.

“I was right about the long hair. It suits you,” You said. He just watched you with an almost nervous smile on his lips. That was weird. You didn’t know George got nervous. 

“I know, now I can really say I’ve got better hair than you,” He said. You glared, playfully. 

“You wish.” 

When dinner finally rolled around, you and George had taken places next to each other at the table as usual. All the Weasley’s snickered as you did. Glancing at George, you saw him glare at his family. A warning. One that probably meant they needed to shut their mouths. You almost wanted to know what he was hiding, but you figured he’d tell you himself at some point. As you settled in and began to eat, Molly caught your attention. 

“(Y/N), dear, what color would you like your sweater this year?” She asked. Of course she would start knitting sweaters months early. 

“Whatever color you make his,” You said, nodding to George. 

“Why?” He asked, choking on his food. 

“I thought you’d like to match with someone other than Fred for once,” You said, sweetly. His face burned brightly and you stifled a laugh by shoving a forkful of peas in your mouth. 

“Awww, you and your girlfriend are gonna match, Georgie,” Fred joked. 

“She should be so lucky,” George chuckled, sounding slightly strained. You raised an eyebrow at him. 

“Oh but just imagine it. We’d be the power couple of Hogwarts,” You chuckled, only half joking. 

“True, but I’m a little out of your league,” He said. You snorted. 

“I’m sure I could win you over with my sparkling wit and my, uh, assets,” You said, leaning towards him with your chest puffed out to a comedic size. With a start, George fell out of his chair. 

“Ah, young love,” Mr. Weasley muttered, placing his hand over his wife’s. 

“You okay?” You asked, leaning over to look at him. 

“Great.” You pulled him back into his chair. 

“Great now that you’re here,” Ginny said with a bad imitation of a swooning George. You rolled your eyes. He glared at her. He was beginning to go as red as he had in the living room earlier. 

“You should’ve heard him, (Y/N). All summer it was ‘I wonder when (Y/N)’s getting back. I miss her so much’ we all got sick of hearing your name for a while there,” Ron said, smirking. Admittedly, you probably sounded about the same way to your own family with how often you talked about George. That was why they sent you back early. 

“Awwww, I missed you too,” You sing songed, making obnoxious kissy noises as you wrapped your arms around his shoulders. 

“Come off it,” George grumbled. 

“I thought you missed her,” Ginny said, rather unhelpfully. 

“Yeah, brother o’ mine, you were the one mumbling her name all ni…” Fred said. George flicked a spoonful of mashed potato’s at him to shut him up. You laughed, leaning back in your seat. 

After a good hour or so, you yawned. Traveling took a lot out of a person, especially when they came to the Weasley household. Scooting your chair closer to George, you rested your head on his shoulder. He looked at you and you yawned again, running your fingers through your hair. Molly took one look at you and started to push you towards the stairs. 

“Get to bed. You’ve had a long day,” She said, gently. Nodding, you made your way to the twins room, where you always slept. 

“Where the hell are my pajamas?” You mumbled, sleepily digging through your bag. 

After a few minutes of unsuccessful searching, you concluded that you probably threw them in your sister’s suitcase because you hadn’t had room in your own when you were packing to leave. Well, that put a damper on things. Looking around the room, your eyes landed on the little dresser. You began to rummage through it without much thought before you pulled out a big jumper. When you slid it on, you realized that it was George’s. Not only did the smell tip you off, but it had a big ‘G’ on the front. Shrugging, you crawled into bed and fell asleep almost instantly. 

The next morning, you didn’t bother to get dressed when you went down for breakfast. They’d seen you without pants before. Nothing new there. As soon as you entered the kitchen, you saw Bill leaned against the counter. He smiled at you and you gave him a sleepy wave. 

“What’re you doin’ here?” You yawned. 

“Figured I’d come home and say hi while everyone else was still home. Didn’t expect to see you,” He said. 

“Oh, well, it’s nice to see you. I’m just here ‘cause I wanted to see George,” You said. Bill’s lips curled into an amused smile as he scanned his eyes over the sweater you were wearing. 

“It’s been a long time, are you two together now?” He asked. You shook your head slowly, reaching for a mug. He handed it to you, pouring you some (coffee/ tea/ etc.) with a raised eyebrow. 

“No, why?” You asked. He laughed softly. 

“Given your hair and the jumper, it looks like you might have gotten up to something,” He teased. You blinked at him, absent mindedly trying to smooth your hair. It had no interest in being smoothed. 

“’M hungry,” You said, vaguely wandering into the dining room. 

“Morning,” You muttered, picking over the food on the table and ignoring the way everyone stared at you. When you finally filled your plate and sat down, you looked up at everyone. 

“What are you wearing?” George asked. You glanced down. 

“Your sweater. I slept in it last night.” The family continued to stare at you as you buttered a piece of toast. “Bill said I had sex hair.” 

“He what?” Molly sputtered. You smiled at her. 

“He said I had sex hair, well, implied it anyway,” You said. Out of the corner of your eye, you saw George flush red. 

“Ohhh, Georgie, what’d you get up to last night?” Fred asked, elbowing his twin. 

“Wouldn’t you like to know,” George spat out automatically. You snorted a laugh at how uncomfortable he seemed. Still, you felt a little bad about it. You didn’t mean to get him teased. 

Throughout breakfast the family teased George relentlessly. The second you were done eating, he dragged you from the table. You didn’t even get to finish you (coffee/tea/etc.). He pulled you all the way up to his room, face red in embarrassment. You smiled softly at him and yawned, still not totally awake. He watched you as you rubbed your face with the sleeves of his jumper. Despite the fact that you had slept in it, it still smelled like him which was nice. 

“I need to talk to you,” He said in an uncharacteristically serious voice.

“Here I be. Talk away,” You said, sitting criss cross on his bed. He couldn’t seem to look you in the eye; expertly avoiding it by looking at the top of your head. 

“I missed you. A lot,” He said. You smiled, reaching to give him a hug and successfully circling your arms around his middle. 

“I missed you too, you goof,” You said. He shifted uncomfortably. 

“No, uh, merlin this is hard,” He said. 

“That’s what she said,” You giggled. A soft laugh vibrated your cheek where you’d pressed it to his stomach. 

“Do you take anything seriously, (Y/N)?” He asked. 

“That’s rich coming from you.” He gave you a nervous smile, rubbing the back of his neck. His grin was sheepish and lopsided. You tipped your head to the side, realizing that he really did have something to tell you. 

“This would be much easier if you weren’t wearing my jumper,” He said. 

“Well, I’d take it off but, I’m not wearing anything underneath,” You said, shrugging. The tips of his ears turned cherry red and he sat next to you, staring directly ahead. 

“I love you,” He said, still rubbing the back of his neck. 

“Oh.” That was the best answer you had at the moment. Your dreams were coming true, so your brain was short circuiting. George still didn’t look at you, but he didn’t move either. He seemed to be frozen in some kind of embarrassed haze. Slowly, you crawled into his lap. 

“I love you too,” You said. His face erupted into a huge grin. 

“Kiss me immediately,” He demanded. Who were you to deny him? 

You wrapped your arms around his neck and pressed you lips to his in a feather light touch. They were warm and far softer than you imagined they would be. It felt like a switch flipped in your brain and everything made sense. It felt like you’d just found your soulmate, as corny as that sounds. George rubbed your sides lightly, holding you as though you were a precious jewel. The kiss was soft with some nose bumping and little giggles. Every part of you just felt warm. When the two of you pulled apart, you rested your foreheads against each other and smiled. 

“Is this what they’ve been bugging you about this whole time?” You asked. He nodded. 

“Seems stupid that I was so afraid of telling you,” He said. You shrugged, laughing lightly. 

“I love you,” You said, pecking his lips again. 

“I love you too. Ha, I can say that as much as I want now. I could scream it from the roof if I wanted!” He laughed, jumping up. He was actually going to scream it from the roof. You knew him. 

“George no,” You said, reaching for him. He was already halfway out the window. 

“George yes.” Well, he might be an idiot, but he was your idiot. 

What Did He Say?

Title: What Did He Say?

 Summary: When Kili decides to say something to you in Khuzdul, you have no idea what it means.  But that doesn’t stop the fallout that occurs with Fili, causing you to have to seek out some extra help.

 Warnings: None?

 Masterlist of Fan Fiction

Originally posted by lehnshark

 You were laughing at the story that Bofur was telling, completely entranced with the narrative.  Bofur was always an amazing story teller, you loved it when he would share stories around the fire.  You leaned back a bit and bumped into Fili, who was sitting next to you.  “Oh, sorry.”  You said as you shifted.  “Didn’t mean to bump you.”

“No worries, lass. Doesn’t bother me.”  He said back quickly, giving you a soft smile that made you want to melt.  Those blue eyes, those perfect blue eyes, you couldn’t think when they were looking at you.

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Title: Settle For Me
Character: Jake Peralta
A/n: I listened to the “Crazy Ex-Girlfriend” soundtrack and for some reason this song just screamed Jake to me, I dunno why. Give it a listen and lemme know if you agree.

“You’re staring at him again.”

Your chin fell from your hand and you looked up wide eyed at Rosa who was staring you down with her usual unamused expression.

You sat up in your desk chair, smoothing out your hair and presuming your case report as you cleared your throat. “Maybe I was.”

Rose clicked her tongue, reclining in her chair as she folded her arms, the leather material of her jacket making small squelch noises. “Why don’t you just ask him out, it’s obvious you have a thing for him.”

“I can’t! Then he’ll know!” You told her with a distressed expression as you cast a small glance over at the cute detective across the room.

His name was Josh and you had been harboring a small crush over him ever since he started working at the precinct a couple months ago. On his first day, he accidentally spilled coffee all over your new white blouse, and after dozens of apologies he told you to take his NYPD jacket to cover the mess.

He was just so dishy, a kind smile, the most dazzling blue eyes you’d ever seen on a person, and one of those jawlines that looked like it could cut butter.

“He’s too good looking for me,” You reasoned, the speed of your typing increasing the more you thought on it. “I’ll just admire from afar.”

Rose exhailed sharply and rested her elbows on the top of her desk she was intimidatingly close. “Look, I don’t care but you should know that anyone would be lucky to be with you,” Her eyes took one glance at how your eyes lit up and she went back to her work. “And I don’t care, just man the hell up and ask him.”

You smiled at her, knowing she was trying to be supportive the best she could.

Just a couple feet away from your desks was Jake Peralta, unhappily switching gaze between you and Josh, noticing the doey look you were giving him much to Jake’s annoyance.

Jake let out a sigh, starting to fill out some forms and not-so-subtlety looking up at Amy, waiting for a response.

When he got nothing he sighed again, louder this time and dramatically tossing aside his pencil.

Amy gave him one glance before going back to her work.

Jake frowned. “Alright, you obviously can tell I’m in a distressed state and want to vent, the least you can do is pretend to care.”

Amy rolled her eyes. “Why don’t you go find Boyle or Gina?”

“Boyle’s on that family trip and Gina found a new place to practice her dance moves.”

Amy followed his hand and saw Gina sparatically dancing in the evidence room with a huge pair of headphones on.

“Okay,” Amy said quietly, pushing away her keyboard. “I’m just gonna pretend I didn’t see that, what do you want?”

Jake pretended to toss back his hair. “Thank you, it’s nice to feel appreciated,” He said, taking a great deal of pleasure in her annoyed scowl. “I’ve been into (Y/n) for over a year now, why does she like that tool more than me?” He asked, throwing a quick gesture over to Josh.

Amy looked over at him and smiled. “Oh yeah, the cute one.”

Jake groaned, falling back into his chair. “What is wrong with you two! I’m a catch!”

Amy snorted, folding her hands neatly on her desk. “Well let’s start with the easiest things. For one, he is exceedingly more handsome than you, definitely more in shape, he’s sweet and charismatic, doesn’t have a weird attachment to the one nice jacket he owns and his credit is impeccable.”

Jake looked at her with his mouth agape. “Well glad to know you put a lot of thought into this, Santiago. And for the record! I have tons of jackets.” He said, grabbing his leather jacket and tossing it onto the floor behind him.

Amy stood up from her seat, grabbing her coffee mug and looking at him with an unimpressed expression. “I guess add that he’s less petty than you onto the list now too.”

Jake pouted. “Dammit, she got me.”

He looked over at you again, noticing the small peices of hair falling out of the updo your hair was in and how your fingers tapped on your desk and he found himself smiling softly.

Jake stood up, quickly plucking his jacket off the ground. “I’m sorry, she made me do it, just ignore her.” He whispered to it before putting on and adjusting his hood over the collar.

“Hey, (Y/n)!” He said, casually strolling up to your desk and attempting a charming smile. “Wanna go grab a coffee with me?”

You looked up at him and smiled. “Yeah, sure. I could use a break.”

Jake smiled and offered his arm to you. “After you.”

The whole walk to the coffee shop, you and Jake talked about everything under the sun, cracking small jokes to one another and just having a lovely little moment together.

Jake just couldn’t stop thinking about how great a couple the two of you would make. You and him just understood each other and for him, you were the most easiest person in the world to talk to.

Not to mention he felt his entire insides turn to jelly when you leaned into him after a particularly hearty chuckle, still having your arm linked with his. He wanted to be that close to you all the time.

Then he would remember you had a crush on someone else and it really killed the mood.

But what really bothered him was that Josh never really seemed to notice you the same way, he was polite to you but never went out of his way to talk to you. And Jake couldn’t understand how someone lucky enough to hold your affection would just ignore you.

The two of you sat down at a little table near the window and continued to talk about small things while you waited for your coffee.

Jake watched how your fingers would sometimes tug onto your lips when you were trying to think of something or the way you tapped your foot to the beat of the music playing in the background.

“Can I confess something?”

You were about to respond when a barista came over and set down two mugs of coffee on the table. “A secret from Jake Peralta? I’m all ears.”

Jake laughed, twirling his mug by the handle. “I just wanted to tell you that I really think the world of you, I think you’re brilliant at your job.”

He looked up and saw you eyeing him curiously over the brim of your mug and he cleared his throat before continuing. “And I know that you have a thing for Josh,”

You choked a little on your coffee, placing the cup down before covering the lower half of your face with your hand. “H-How did you know that?” Flushing when you heard him chuckle.

Jake looked at you with such fondness it almost took you back a little. “C'mon, I know you better than anyone in 99, plus you’re really not that subtle.”

He shook his head. “Not the point though, what I mean is I’ve had a crush on you for forever and I wanted to know if you would give me a shot,” Jake said quickly, noticing the surprised look on your face. “I know I’m literally nothing like Josh, word around the office is that he’s a dreamboat but don’t take my word for it.”

Your brows furrowed. “You have a crush on me?”

Jake nodded and looked down at his coffee. “Yup, I mean I totally don’t mind being your second, I just can’t shake the feeling that we’d be really good together. So, I was uh, hoping you’d let me at least give me a try. I mean we’re great partners and I like being with you” He laughed. “Call it a sad version of fate.”

You smiled at him and shook your head. “I can’t believe I didn’t notice, I must have been pretty oblivious.”

Jake blew a raspberry. “God, you were the worst! I was worried I’d have to go full Boyle or have Gina come up with an interpretive dance to tell you.”

You laughed, taking a moment to look at him. “You deserve a lot better than to be a second choice, Jake. Tell you what, why don’t we go out somewhere Friday night, maybe we could see a movie?”

Jake gave you smile that just beamed happiness and he held out his hand. “(Y/f/n), are you asking me out?”

You took his hand and kissed the back of it, causing Jake to let out a totally manly squeal. “Yes, I am.”

Jake was properly blushing, but he cleared his throat and wheezed. “Thought you’d never ask.”

It’s A Small World After All

Valentine’s Day Special #1

Pair : Jensen Ackles x Reader

7. You’ve never had a valentine in your life but your best friend wants to break that curse. She forces you out to a club/party and tries to find you a guy to spend the rest of the night with. But she fails when almost every guy there is either taken or a total fuck boy. Until she bumps into an old friend. Small world.

Requested by anon. 

Warning : Language. 

Word Count : 1,913

“Come on, smile!” Aria, your best friend nudged your side. “At least pretend like you’re having a good time.”

You watched as she took a swig of her drink, eyes glancing around the crowded bar.

“I-I just want to go home.” You muttered. Gently playing with your straw, feeling as though the night was nothing more than a waste.

“Look, we can go home after you meet your soul mate.” She smirked. “Or a one night stand mate.”

You rolled your eyes, adjusting yourself on the stool.

“Seriously Aria, it’s just not gonna happen.”

“With that attitude it won’t.” Aria leaned on her elbows and sighed. “Look, I made you a promise, and I don’t want to let you down.”

“Hey, you won’t ever let me down.” You stated. “But let’s face it, we aren’t-”

You were interrupted with cold drink running down your leg that was spilt from the dunk guy beside you.

“Shit! I’m sorry!” He slurred his words.

Taking the only napkin you had, you began to dab the liquid, growing annoyed.

The stranger was able to get a better look at you, and with all the alcohol in his system, he felt confident.

“Or maybe I’m not sorry.” He began. “Shit, I shoulda spilled my drink on you a long time ago. Damn you’re so fine.”

You only flashed a soft smirk, still not responding.

“What’s your name sweetheart?” He asked, hovering over you. “Do you maybe wanna get out of here? Have some fun.”

Clenching your jaw tightly, you glanced at aria, who knew exactly what you were thinking.

“Hey buddy, how about you stop hitting on MY girlfriend and go find someone who is too drunk to care about your ten dollar haircut.” She snarled, with a shitty grin plastered on to her face.

But of course, the guy was too out of it, he only focused on the word girlfriend.

“Wait, you two are lesbians?” He asked.

“Yes, so you’re definitely not needed here.” Aria continued.

The stranger tapped his friends shoulder, catching his attention. “Dude, these girls are fucking lesbians! That’s so fucking hot!”

You let out a sigh, growing impatient with the drunk. It was obvious you weren’t interested, but he didn’t care.

“How about you two make out, prove your lesbians.” The friend smiled.

Aria propped up to her feet, her shitty grin not once faltering. “Or how about you two make out. Give us one hell of a show.”

“We aren’t gay!” The friend cackled.

“Oh come on! It’s 2017! You don’t have to be gay to kiss someone of the same gender.” She exclaimed. “Come on, just stick your tongue in his mouth, it’d be so hot.”

The guys slowly took a step back, shaking their heads. “We have to meet up with the rest of our party.”

“Aw okay, well have fun!”

The boys turned without another word, obviously feeling uncomfortable of the situation.

You however couldn’t help but burst into laughter.

“Fuck, they were annoying.” Aria exhaled.

“Yeah, this bar seems to be filled with those kind of guys.” You stated.

Aria let out a long sigh, feeling defeated. “Fine, we can go.”

Your eyes lit up, the moment you have been waiting for. To finally go home.


“Yeah. It’s obvious you don’t want to be here. And these dip shits aren’t worth shit, so let’s just go.”

You pulled her in for a quick hug, flashing a soft smile. “Thanks for trying though.” You said.

The both of you started for the door, pushing passed the crowd, and forcing your way through.

But as you we’re just about to open the door, the door swung open and immediately you ran straight into broad shoulders. Almost knocking you off your feet.

“Shit!” You yelped, trying to stable yourself.

Suddenly, you felt an arm loop around your waist, keeping you steady.

“What the hell man! Watch where you’re going!” Aria exclaimed. “You okay?”

Before you could respond, the stranger apologized profusely, looking over you to make sure he hadn’t hurt you.

As your eyes met, you felt your breath hitch to the back of your throat. He was beautiful beyond belief. With taunting emerald green eyes, and lips so full, you could only imagine just how soft they were.

“I-I’m fine.” You whispered.

Aria glanced at the stranger, and immediately her anger subsided.
“Jensen?!” She said with her brows raised.

The stranger looked up to your friend, a smile growing by the second. “Aria!” His arm left your waist, and he pulled your best friend into him. Giving her a quick hug.

“Holy shit! Long time no see.” She chuckled. “You look good!”

Jensen shrugged, “aw thanks.” He said. “How’ve you been? I haven’t seen you since Mackenzie’s eighteenth birthday party!”

“I’ve been great! Just been working, what about you?! I see the show has been doing great.”

You stood there awkwardly, as they went back and forth. Your eyes couldn’t help but glance at Jensen. There was just something about him that made so captivated.

“Shit, this is my best friend Y/N.” Aria said, interrupting your thoughts. “Y/N this is an old friend, Jensen Ackles.”

You slipped your hand into his, and immediately you felt chills cover you.

“Nice to meet you.” He smiled, his voice creating your legs to shake.

“You too.” You forced out.

His gaze held yours for what seemed like forever. Almost giving the illusion that you two were alone.

That was until someone cleared their throat. Breaking the trance.

“Crap, this is my brother Jared and his wife Gen.” he muttered.

“Hi, nice to meet y'all.” Jared smirked.

“You girls want to join us?” Jensen asked. “I mean, it’d be nice to catch up and stuff.”

Aria glanced at you, then back to her old friend. “Actually we were just about to-”

“We’d love to.” You blurted out. “I-I mean the nights still young.”

Aria chuckled to herself, shrugging her shoulders.

“Let’s drink!” She exclaimed.


(A couple hours later)

A few drinks in, and you could feel your lips start to tingle and your mind begin to haze.

You sat there, listening to some great stories from the set, and getting to know the boys and Gen, who you absolutely adored. She was completely amazing with her quirkiness and kind heart.

Aria seemed to have a great time as well, catching up with Jensen and cracking jokes with Jared.

But even with all the fun and chaos, you caught yourself glancing at Jensen, and even slightly flirting with cute little remarks and facial expressions. It was hard to contain it.

Jensen felt himself slowly gravitate toward you. The way you smiled, and laughed and talked, drew him in and he didn’t want it to end.

“Come on, let’s go dance!” Gen pulled at Jared’s arm.

He only chuckled and did as he was told. Following his wife to the dance floor, leaving you with Jensen and Aria.

“So before we bumped into each other-” Jensen teased. “What were you girls doing?”

“Actually, we were here to find a valentine for Y/N!” Aria blurted.

You shot her a glare, pursing your lips. But she wasn’t paying attention.

“She has never had a valentine in her life.” She continued.

“Okay, thanks for making me look pathetic!” You forced a chuckle.

Jensen flashed a smile, seeing you grow embarrassed was somehow adorable to him.

“Well, I’ll be your valentine.” He said, still holding his gaze on you.

For a second, you froze. Until aria nudged your side.

“Y-You don’t have to.” You exhaled. “Don’t want you to feel obligated or anything.”

Jensen let out a laugh, as he began to shake his head. “Trust me, if I didn’t want to, I wouldn’t have suggested it.” He winked.

“Well shit! Now that she has a valentine, I need to go find one.” Aria cackled. “I’ll be back.”

Before you could even think of a response, she was gone. Now you were alone, with Jensen.

“Can I just say, you’re really beautiful.” Jensen said with a soft smile playing on his lips.

You looked up at him, feeling your stomach flutter from the compliment. He was buzzed, obviously it was just the alcohol, right? Whatever it was, you didn’t want to ruin it.

Who knows when you’ll ever see him again.

“You’re not so bad yourself.” You stated.

Something overcame you. Maybe it was the way he looked at you, or the way he made you feel. But somehow, you felt a spark ignite in you and suddenly, you leaned over the table and crashed your lips to his.

His hands tangled into your hair, pulling you in closer. Tasting you with his tongue.

All at once, everything around you seemed to fade into the distance.

It was perfect, like a scene from a movie. You didn’t want it to stop. And maybe you wouldn’t have, if it weren’t for Jared.

“Okay! Get a room you too!” He exclaimed.

You jumped back into your seat, feeling the heat radiate off you as you began to grow with embarrassment.

Jensen couldn’t help but giggle behind his hand. Most likely feeing the same thing you did.

“I mean, that was hot but not sure how other people feel about it.” Jared continued to tease.

“Shut up.” Jensen cackled.

“Usually, id take the girl out to dinner first.” Jared shrugged. “Just saying.”

Jensen glanced at you, his cheeks aching from smiling so much. “Want to dance?” He asked, ignoring his best friends comments.

“Sure.” You smiled.

His hand slipped into yours, and lead you to the dance floor. His body pressed against yours as your bodies began to sway with the music.

“Sorry about that.” He muttered.

“It’s okay!” You chuckled. “Jareds funny.”

Jensen shrugged, “eh, don’t tell him that. Or he’ll never stop.”

As the song went on, you were both lost in each other. The way his body felt against yours felt like you had finally found the missing puzzle piece. It fit perfectly.

“Sorry for kissing you.” You exhaled.

He scrunched his brows together, looking into your eyes. “Don’t be sorry for that.” He said. “Trust me, you can kiss me whenever you want.”

There it was again, that same spark you had back at the table.

“So I was thinking-” Jensen drawled out.

“Oh yeah? Don’t think too hard, don’t want to hurt yourself.” You teased.

Jensen chuckled to himself. “So I was thinking maybe I can take you out tomorrow?”

You swallowed hard, looking for bluff.

“Like on a date.” He continued. “I know we just met, but for some reason, I want to keep getting to know you.”

Your stomach was fluttering so much, it was begging to ache a bit. But you held on to every word, locking your gaze on his face.

“There’s just something about you Y/N. And I really don’t want to go on with my life thinking what if.” He stated. “So, would you like to go out tomorrow?”

Without a word, you propped up on to your toes and gently pecked his lips.

As you slowly pulled away, Jensen couldn’t help but smirk. Fluttering his eyes open.

“So is that a yes?” He chuckled.

Giggling along with him, you nodded. “Yes, I’d love too.”

The song continued playing in the background, making Jensen pull you in closer. His scent being the only thing you breathed in.

“Happy Valentine’s Day.” He whispered.

Begin — Jeon Jungkook (02)

Words: 3694

Warnings: none

Description: You’ve never met your father, so you finally make the decision to go meet him in Korea. But what you found there was more than just a father.

prologue [01] [02] [03]


You were sitting in the passenger’s seat of Jin’s car. Hoseok, Jimin and Jungkook were in the back seats. The rest of the boys were in a different car that Yoongi was driving, since everyone couldn’t fit in the same car.

As a song started playing on the radio, Jin and Hoseok started singing, loudly. It was hilarious.

Hoseok held his phone in his hands and used it as a microphone. “Jin!” He called, putting his phone (the “microphone”) in front of Jin’s mouth, ushering him to sing.

Jin started to sing the next verse of the song. It was Sorry Sorry by Super Junior, a song that you knew.

“Jimin!” Hoseok called, putting the phone to Jimin’s mouth. Jimin laughed before singing another part of the song.

“Ah, Jungkookie!” Hoseok says, switching Jimin for Jungkook.

Jungkook did the same and started singing the song. You were all laughing, it’s looked like they were having the time of their lives.

“Y/n!” Hoseok says, putting his phone to my mouth. You were shocked because you didn’t know that he would do this to you, but you obliged anyways.

You sang into the phone while laughing. You loved how these guys could make you laugh by barely doing anything.

“I told you she can sing! Of course! I’m a great singer, and you’re my sister, so it’s only right for you to be a good singer too.” Jin laughs as another song started playing.

You giggled at his comment. “What about the dancing part?” You teased. The boys in the back started laughing and Jin sighed.

“Roasted by your own sister.” Hoseok says as he continues to laugh with the other boys.

“We do not speak of that.” Jin says.


“It was nice to meet you, y/n.” Hoseok says as the car parked in front of their hotel. “It was nice to meet you guys too. You’re all so nice.” You smiled at them.

Soon, the car with the other boys pulled up behind you and the rest of the boys stepped out. It was night time, so they didn’t really have to worry about any paparazzi or fans.

“Will we see you tomorrow?” Taehyung asks you after all of the boys say goodbye.

“Um, I’m not sure.” You say, looking at Jin. “Most likely, yes.” Jin answers.

“Good. You’re fun to be around.” Tae smiled. “Thanks, so are you.” You said, waving goodbye to everyone.

They walked inside of their hotel and Jin started driving the car again.

This was the first time that you and Jin have been alone after finding out that you were siblings. Surprisingly, you didn’t feel as uncomfortable as you thought you would feel. You didn’t feel like an outsider anymore.

Your thoughts were interrupted by your phone ringing. The noise caught Jin off guard and he jumped.

“Sorry.” You couldn’t help but laugh at his reaction. “It’s fine.” He spoke, laughing at himself.

You looked down at your phone to see that you mother was calling. It was 11 p.m here, meaning that it was 10 a.m where she was.

You pressed the answer button and pressed the phone against your ear.

“Hi mom.” You say into the phone. “Hi baby. How are you? Seyun called me a few minutes ago. He said you seem like your having fun.” Your mother says through the phone.

“Everyone here is really nice. I’m glad I finally met them.” You tell her. “I’m glad you’re happy. I’m sorry for keeping you from them for so long.” She apologizes.

“It’s okay, mom. You did what you had to.”

You started talking about the family and you told her all the nice things about them. You also mentioned the fact the Jin was a huge idol in Korea.

“So you’re an idol’s sister. You must be so happy.” Your mother laughed.

“I wouldn’t be as happy if it wasn’t a group that I actually listen to. I still can’t believe that he’s my brother.” You smile, looking at Jin. He kept his eyes on the road, probably not understanding a word you said, since you were speaking in English.

“I’m just glad you’re having fun, baby. Enjoy your time there, okay? I’ll talk to you tomorrow.” She says. You said your goodbyes before you ended the call.


Jin carried your two suitcases up to the guest bedroom while your carried your handbag.

“Thanks.” You thanked him as he set the luggage down on the floor.

“No problem, sis.” He smiles. “Wow, I love saying that. I’ve always dreamed about having a younger sibling. Prepare, I’m going to be super annoying, but you’ll love me anyways.” He comments.

You giggled before sitting on the bed and opening your suitcase to get out some sleeping clothes.

Jin sat beside you and looked at you.

“I’m going to be the best big brother ever, okay? I’m going to protect you, no matter what. I’ll stay by your side. And even when you go back to America, we’ll still be like best friends.” He assures me.

You smiled at his words before looking at him. “Thank you.” You tell him.

“For what?” He asks.

“For accepting me. Most people wouldn’t be too excited about a random girl showing up and calling herself their sister.” You explain.

“You’re not some random girl anymore. You’re my sister. And I’m glad to have you here.” He smiled.

You smiled once again before taking the clothes out of your suitcase.

“Get some rest.” Jin says standing up. “Tomorrow, we’re gonna go out with the boys, wherever you want to go.”

You nodded before he walked out of the room, closing the door behind him.

You smiled to yourself.

So much has happened today, you still can’t believe it. This family is so open and accepting.

You love it!

You can’t wait to make some good memories with them.


“Ji-yeon and I have to go to work, and we’ll be back later.” Seyun told you as you sat down at the dining room table, a full breakfast plate in front of you.

“So you’re not staying for breakfast?” You ask, seeing as they were fully dressed and ready to walk out of the door any second.

They both shook their heads. “Sorry, but we’ll have many opportunities to eat breakfast together.” Ji-yeon smiles.

This family was one of the nicest families that you’ve ever met. Ji-yeon cooked a whole four course breakfast meal, but she wasn’t going to eat any of it. She made it just for you and Jin.

“We’ll see you two later, okay?” Ji-yeon says, grabbing her bag and getting ready to leave.

You and Jin both nodded.

“Jin, make sure that y/n has a good time today. Don’t let her get bored.” Seyun smiles.

“I will, don’t worry.” Jin smiled. “I’m pretty sure I won’t get bored anyways.” You smiled.

You and Jin said goodbye to Ji-yeon and Seyun before they left the house, closing the door behind them.

“So,” Jin starts, eating his breakfast while you started eating yours. “What do you want to do today?”

You shrugged, chewing the food in your mouth before you answered. “I’m not sure. Maybe we could go to the mall. I hear that the fashion in Korea is very high quality.” You told him.

Jin smiled. “A girl who has an eye for fashion? You really are my sister, aren’t you?” He laughs and you giggled.

You’re glad that you and Jin get along. You were sure that your relationship with each other would be a good one.

You two continued eating while talking to each other.

“You’re not uncomfortable with the boys, right? They’re going to be around a lot.” Jin tells you.

“Are you kidding? Of course I’m comfortable with them. They’re all really nice, too. I like having them around.” You smile.

Jin returned the smile before speaking again. “We don’t really hang out with girls much. It’s usually just us guys. So if you ever feel uncomfortable, just tell me, okay?” He asks.

“Okay.” You nodded.

“And since you and Jungkook are the same age, maybe you two can be friends. Although, he gets annoying sometimes. All of them do.” He tells you.

Jin continued to tell you about the boys and you weren’t complaining. Why would you? You were talking to Jin, a famous k-pop idol who was also your brother, about his best friends, who are also k-pop idols.

Even though you’ve kind of gotten used to it, the thought of being this close to people who you adored felt so surreal to you.

Once you and Jin finished eating, you put your dishes away and sat in the dining room for a little bit.

You looked at the time on your phone. It was 10 a.m. here, which meant that it was 9 p.m. where your mom was. You knew that she would still be up, so you decided to call her.

The phone rang a couple times before she picked up.

“Hi y/n!” Your mom greats your through the phone. You could practically see the smile on her face.

“Hi mom. I hope your going to bed soon. It’s getting late over there.” You told her. “Don’t worry about me.” She laughs. “How is everything over there?”

“Everything’s good.” You answered. “I just finished having breakfast with Jin. We’re going to the mall later.”

When Jin heard his name, he looked up at you.

“You’re going to the mall? Make sure you buy me something.” She joked. “Of course, mom.” You replied, smiling.

“That’s your mom?” Jin asks you. You nodded and he smiled. “Can I speak to her?” He asks.

You were shocked by the question, but you quickly smiled and nodded once again.

“Mom, Jin wants to talk to you.” You spoke into the phone. “Okay.” Your mom says before you put the phone on speaker and set it in the table so you both could hear her.

“Hi.” Jin greets your mother in Korean through the phone. “Hi, Jin. How are you?” You mom asks.

“I’m great. You have a great daughter. She’s nice and fun to be around.” Jin smiled. You smiled at his compliment and buried your face in your hands.

“Well, you have a great sister. We can both agree that she’s a lovable person.” Your mother says. “And from what I hear about you, you’re also a great person.” She adds.

You, your mother and Jin continued to talk on the phone until your mother said that she was going to sleep.

After hanging up the phone, Jin continued to go on and on about how nice your mom was and how much he wants to meet her in person.

When the clock hit 1 p.m., you and Jin both got ready to go to the mall. He texted the boys and said that they were going to meet you guys there.

You got dressed in a white t-shirt and light blue ripped jeans. You were black sneakers, since they matched with your outfit. You had a half up, half down hairstyle in your hair and out your phone into your pocket before going downstairs to meet Jin in the living room.

“Ready to go?” He asks. You nodded and with that, the two of you were out of the house and into his car.


“Doesn’t this get annoying sometimes?” You asked as you were all surrounded by fans.

When you guys got to the mall, security was already there to help you out.

Since these boys were famous, they almost always had to have security guards with them to keep people from getting too close.

The sounds that you heard were mostly screams. People where screaming the member’s names, or screaming how much they love them. You’re lucky they didn’t shatter your eardrums.

You almost didn’t hear it when Hoseok answered your question. “We’re pretty used to it by now.”

Would you ever get used to this? Probably not.

Jin held onto your arm as a way to make you stick close to him as some security guards led you and the boys to a secluded area in the mall.

This area basically just looked like a break room. It consolidated if chairs, tables, microwaves, coffee machines and a fridge.

You sat in one of the chairs while the boys started talking to each other.

“So we’re gonna split up?” Taehyung asked.

“Yes, so who wants to be with who?” Namjoon answers.

They talked about who they all wanted to be with and then came to the final conclusion.

They where splitting up into two groups. Namjoon, Yoongi, Taehyung and Jimin were in one group and you, Jin, Hoseok and Jungkook where in the other group.

When they settled on the groups, you all left the secluded area and split into your groups. Each group had 4 security guards to accompany them.

The first store that your group went into was of course, a clothing store. You all stuck together, even while looking for your own clothes.

You saw a lot of things that you liked, but you hesitated on picking some of them up because of the prices. Why were clothes so expensive?

Currently, you were holding two shirts, trying to decide which one you should get. They both looked great, but you didn’t want to pay for both of them. If you did pay for both of them, you wouldn’t have any money left over to get something to eat.

You had a daily budget, and you didn’t want to go over it.

You looked into one of the full length mirrors and put both shirts in front of you to compare. You still couldn’t choose which one you should get.

In the mirror, you saw him walk up to you, so you turned around and asks him which shirt you should get.

“Why don’t you just get both of them?” He asks. “Do you know how much these shirts cost? I want to be able to eat later.” You giggled.

“Don’t worry about it. I’ll pay for them.” He tells you as he continued looking for clothes.

“No, you don’t have to do that.” You told him.

“Really? It doesn’t matter because I’m going to do it anyways.” He smiled, taking all of the clothes you hand out of your hand and adding it the the bunch of clothes he was holding.

You thanked him and he started talking again. “Don’t be afraid to get more stuff. I’m going to pay for everything so don’t worry about it.”

“Jin, you don't—” You started, but he spoke over you. “It’s a nice day and I’m treating you to anything you want. Are you really going to fight me on this?” He asked.

You shook your head as Jungkook and Hoseok walked towards the two of you. Hoseok was holding clothes in his hand. “Jin-hyung, come with me to try this on!” Hoseok says.

“Okay. Jungkook, you keep y/n company.” Jin spoke before Hoseok dragged him away to the dressing room.

You and Jungkook made eye contact before awkwardly looking away.

“We should get some Starbucks and leave those two losers by themselves.” Jungkook smiles. “I know he’s your brother, but you’re not a real sibling unless you ditch him at least once.” He added, causing you to giggle.

You really wanted to go, but should you leave Jin? What if he gets worried? Well, he has Hoseok with him anyways.

“Okay, lets go.” You smiled. Jungkook returned the smiled and you two walked out of the clothing store, two security guards following you just in case anything happens.

You walked around the mall and into a Starbucks. The small store was surprising mostly empty. You two ordered what you wanted and when it was time to pay, Jungkook took out his wallet and paid for both of them.

“What is with guys and paying for stuff for other people?” You asked, giggling. “I’m trying to be a gentleman. Do you want to pay for it yourself?” He asks as the barista put your drinks on the counter.

“Nope.” You answered simply, picking up your drink and sipping it. “I thought so.” Jungkook says, picking up his drink.

After discussing it, you two decided to walk around the mall while drinking. While walking, both of your phones started ringing at the same time.

“It’s Jin.” You tell him. “It’s Hoseok.” He says at the same time.

“Should we answer?” You asked. Jungkook thought for a second, but then shook his head. “I know where we should go.” He smiles.

You both put your phones away and you followed him as he walked.

“Where are we going?” You asked. You had been walking for a couple of minutes, but hadn’t gone into any stores.

“You’ll see.” He said. “Just tell me.” You say. “Aish, stop asking questions. I know you’ll like it once we get there.” He laughs.

After a couple more minutes, he finally led you into a store. It was a store that sold music related things. They sold band t-shirts, records, albums and more.

“I assumed you liked music so, here we are.” Jungkook smiled as you two walked around the store.

“You know, it’s not good to assume things.” You said, taking a sip from your drink while looking around.

“You don’t like it?” He asks, raising an eyebrow. “I never said that.” You say.

“Okay, then.” He says, sounding satisfied. “Since I brought you here, I’ll let you pick out anything you want and I’ll buy it for you.” He smiles.

“Really?” You asked and he nodded. “Well, I mean, if you’re paying for it, let me just look for the most expensive thing here.” You joked, laughing.

“Just get whatever you want.” He chuckles.

You nodded and walked around the store with Jungkook following close behind you.

“Can I ask you a question?” You asked him as you looked through all of the music albums that the store had.

“Sure.” He says before sipping his drink. “Why are you being so nice to me? I’ve known you for like a day.” You giggled. “I mean, I understand Jin being nice to me because he’s my brother and all, but you? I don’t get it.”

“Are you saying that you don’t want me to be nice to you?” He asked. “No, not at all. I’m just not used to everyone being so nice. You guys are so kind and I just—I don’t know. It just isn’t normal for people to be overly nice where o come from.” You explained while still looking through the albums.

“What are people like where you come from? New York, right?” Jungkook asks. “You don’t want to know.” You tell him.

Jungkook gets the hint and waited a couple seconds before speaking again. “Well, what can I say? I’m just a nice guy.” He smiled, boosting his own ego.

You playfully rolled your eyes and settled on just getting a phone case. Jungkook paid for the case and you two walked to the exit of the store.

“Thank you.” You tell him. “You’re a good person.” You add.

“I’m a what? Sorry I didn’t hear you, say it again.” Jungkook joked. You knew that he heard you, he just wanted to hear you praise him again.

“I’m not saying it again.” You teased. Jungkook playfully pouted as you two walked through the exit of the store.

As you got out of the store, you were both greeted with a bunch of screaming fans. “Oh my gosh.” You said.

Security guards were trying to hold all of the fans back, but there were a lot of them.

All you heard was fans screaming, once again. A security guard led you and Jungkook away from the fans that were crowding all around you.

Jungkook grabbed you arm to keep you from getting lost in the sea of fans.

“I still don’t understand how you guys are used to that.” You tell him.

“It’s like a daily thing now. It doesn’t faze us anymore.” He says.

The security guards walked you two to where the rest of the boys were sitting on benches, safe and away from the tons of fans.

As Jin saw you two, he stood up. “I was calling you two. Where did you go? Why’d you just leave like that.” Jin asks as Jungkook let go of your arm.

From his words, you thought that he was mad at you. You were about to snitch your way out of this.

“Jungkook told me that we should ditch you guys. It wasn’t my fault.” You say, putting your hands up in defense.

“Why did you rat me out like that?” Jungkook laughed.

“I’m not mad at you. Jungkook does stuff like this all the time.” Jin chuckled.

You smiled and sipped your drink as Jungkook told Jin where you two went.

“Well, now that you’ve had a successful day at the mall, let’s go get something to eat.” Jin smiles.

“Jin loves to eat. He also loves to cook. You’re lucky to have him as a brother. His kimchi is 10 out of ten.” Jimin smiles.

“Jin, promise to make me kimchi one day. I’ve never tried it.” You admit.

All of the boys gasped at your confession.

“You’re not a real one until you’ve tried kimchi.” Jungkook tells you.

“A real what?” You ask, giggling.

“A real one.” He says, as if that made you any less confused.

You playfully rolled your eyes and you all began walking to look for a food place.

You all decided on a Korean barbecue place, but as you guys were about to walk inside, Taehyung stopped you.

“Wait.” He says. Everyone stopped, confused as to why he would make you stop.

“Listen.” He spoke. You all went quiet and listened. The mall was playing a BTS songs.

Taehyung started dancing while making a funny face, causing all of you to laugh.

You’re glad that these boys are so fun to be around.

Sorry for any spelling mistakes!

I hope you guys like it so far :)

Best customer interaction:

I have a really chipper voice when I’m taking orders at the Golden Arches, and customers often comment on it. This is part of the reason I’m always stuck on the drive-thru. Today, however, took the cake. A couple of kids my age (college-age) came to the window. They were both in uniforms that told me that they intimately knew the hell of customer service, so I knew I could throw a not-strictly-recommended joke in without getting in trouble for it.

Customer: Wow, how’re you so peppy? It’s almost midnight.

Me: I know. I get to leave soon!

Customer: Oh, and here we thought you just loved your job.

Me: Don’t be rediculous.

They laughed, I laughed, my (super chill) manager laughed. All in all, a great interaction and one of the little things that keep me sane in this job.

Their girlfriend has abs (GOT7)

JB: -he thought it was hot how toned you were. He loved your abs and you loved teasing him with them- “did you want to do something baby girl?”

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Mark: -he was one who liked when you bummed in a sports bra so he could like poke you and what not but you were all muscle on your tummy- “you know I like poking your abs”

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Jackson: -he saw it as a good time to get a gym buddy because then you two could be one of those gym couples- “we should start working out together babe. It would be very cool”

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Jinyoung: -it was a joke that your abs were better than his and he would find it rude but he knew it was true- “I mean they’re great but who says they’re better than mine?”

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Youngjae: -you were one who didn’t brag or anything about it so seeing your abs was nice- “you’re just getting more ripped. I swear”

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BamBam: -he would simply rest his hand on your stomach and feel how solid it was and pull up your shirt seeing them- “well you’ve been working out haven’t you”

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Yugyeom: -he knew you had good abs but everytime he would see them they always seemed to get better- “damn baby”

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Shameless - Tom Holland x Actor!Reader

this is a one-shot based off the song “shameless” by all time low (one of the best bands in the world, fyi). the reader is also gender/race/age/sexuality neutral – I don’t know who reads these, but I aim to be as inclusive as possible. 

it is directly based on the line: you talk like you’re famous // you’re shameless

bet y’all weren’t anticipating this – happy new year!!!!!!!! 

comments, feedback, requests: all welcome, all adored.

thank you for everything :) x

In a perfect world, Tom was still dating Y/N. In a perfect world, they are living together, sharing an apartment (maybe), and they have a dog and they have cutlery and china and all that fancy stuff. In a perfect world, they would still be America’s new “it” couple.

But sadly, perfect worlds don’t exist and Tom and Y/N broke up 3 months ago. 

And Tom would like to say he isn’t angry or that he isn’t kind of bitter about the whole situation – he understands that people grow apart and break up, etc – but the way Y/N handled the breakup made it seem like it wasn’t even real. Tom was angry because you made it seem like you took complete advantage of the breakup and boosted your image, while Tom was left sobbing on his sofa for a week. 

And Tom wishes he could say he doesn’t know anything about ‘fake Hollywood relationships’ – but that would make him a very big liar. He’s guilty of those, too – promoting a movie sometimes comes with having to go out to dinner with someone you shared the screen with. Sometimes you have to use those 'coincidentally borderline romances’ to have people talk about you and your movie. He knows that sometimes people will be in mutually-understood relationships like that – but he doesn’t understand why it feels like he was left in the dark about this one.

You dated for 10 months before you decided to call it quits – he knew that it was your decision to break-up (Tom thought things were going really well for you at the time – he even thought about getting a puppy with you in the new year) and everything just seemed to throw him off-guard. 

What with the chatter about your new movie coming out and the talk about you finally being nominated for an Oscar, you were set to have a crazy year – and you never mentioned to Tom anything about needing some time or needing a breather or needing anything really. You had spent the last two months of your relationship talking about how you and Tom were going to look like some high school juniors going to prom – you made jokes about Tom appearing like a trophy husband as you walked the red carpet. Everything was great – up until it wasn’t. 

Then things became confusing and terrible – you were pissed about things that didn’t need much attention; you were upset all the time and Tom tried to help but you always pushed him away; you were always trying to keep everyone away at arms-length. Tom wishes he could say he didn’t care or that he wasn’t hurt, but that would diminish everything he felt during those last couple of weeks. 

Everything he did suddenly became “the problem” of the relationship – staying too close or being too far away and he was suddenly the one trying to ruin the relationship. So when Tom finally suggested doing something about it – whilst holding pamphlets for couple’s therapy – that’s when you decided to call it quits. And that’s when you left.

And promo for your new movie started that same weekend. 

“So, Y/N, how is the single life treating you?” some snobby looking reporter asked.

“It’s good yeah – finally getting some time to myself. Been polishing some stuff up for my new book – I’m really glad I’ve got a great fanbase backing me! Things have been really incredible these last few months.” You tried to smile politely and you were hoping your discomfort wasn’t present in your tone of voice.

“Well, obviously one of the biggest questions we’ve had since the breakup is 'why?’” He smiled.

“It was just like all other breakups really… We just drifted apart – wanted different things – everything ended amicably, though." 

"So, no bad blood then?”

You smiled tightly, “No, no bad blood.”

When the short interview was over (your last of the batch), you posed one final time for the cameras. Considering you weren’t very well-known still, you figured they should have had enough photos of you by now. You smiled – your camera smile of course – and then thanked everyone and walked to the end of the red carpet with your head slightly bowed. 

You were definitely trying to keep your mind clear of all distractions at the moment – you didn’t need to be nervous about other things along with your nervousness for the movie premier. 

You caught up with one of your castmates – although you had never been part of a major movie production before this, you knew that it was normal to feel anxious about how the critics would review the film. All your other roles – all for smaller, amateur films (mostly done by your friends back home) – had never been anywhere near the scale this film had been at. Shooting on location – in Greenland of all places! – had made you very perceptive and had given you loads of experience for any other roles you were hoping of getting. You had even auditioned for a Nolan film last week – you’re also pretty sure you nailed it – if the writers’ reaction was anything to go by.

“Hey Y/N. How’re you doing?” Your castmate Alfred Enoch asked as you began moving towards the giant screening hall. “Press treat you all right out there?” He laughed his big belly laugh and wrapped an arm around you, squeezing your left shoulder lightly. 

“They’re animals!” you joked lightly. “All of them!” Considering you shared a considerable amount of screen time with Alfred, it was nice to be reunited outside of the set. You laughed at Alfred’s laugh and continued to walk to your seats, near the front of the theater

“Well,” he said, “let’s hope they got what they wanted.” You smiled and took your seat next to him. 




     Just when you thought Hollywood couldn’t get any shadier – newcomer Y/N Y/L/N has managed to do some really gritty stuff. The youngster has managed to create more chatter on the web when they were recently seen getting cozy with co-star Alfred Enoch at their movie premiere last night. The two, who according to sources, were inseparable in Greenland – and it seems the magic continues to follow them. Look at the pictures from last night, here.

And remembering that it was Tom who got Y/N the audition for this movie, and ultimately the role, is Tom to thank for this new couple? 

     What are your thoughts on this new couple? Think Alfred was the reason for the Tom/Y/N breakup? Let us know in the comments below!

@YourTwitterHandle: Can’t believe people take a moment between friends and decide to flip it around

@YourTwitterHandle: Alfred and I have been friends since we started filming – insane to think that friendships are suddenly romantic relationships as soon as someone hugs someone else

@YourTwitterHandle: Anyways – go watch our movie in theaters now!

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tomholland2013: “you talk like you’re famous, you’re shameless”

He picked up on the third ring. 

“Hello, darling. How might I be of service?" 

"I know your Instagram caption was aimed at me, you shady asshole.” You were absolutely fuming – Tom did not have any right to attack you, especially through an Instagram caption.

“I’m great! Thank you so much for asking – how are you?” He spoke in a condescending manner.

“Cut the shit, Holland.” You didn’t want his sassy bullshit. “I want to know what you were trying to say and I want you to tell me what your problem is.”

“My problem?!” You could tell that he was no longer playing the coy card. “My problem is that everything I ever did was to help you – that movie role was my doing. That book deal was me too.” He was definitely not messing around anymore. “A large percentage of your "fanbase” comes from me – so that’s my fucking problem.“

"So you’re mad that I went and stole some of your fans – is that your problem?!”

“My problem…” He sighed deeply, almost trying to hold back emotion. “My problem is – I did so much for you – nearly ruined my own credibility as an actor – so that you could star in a film when no one knew who you were. I got someone on my team to get publishers to call you. I did so much for you – I fucking created you – and you act like you did it all without me. Without any help.” He mumbled a bit but continued. “You honest to God, talk like you’re famous. Like you built this on your own – but you didn’t. That’s my problem with you right now." 

”…“ You were left without any words. "I di– I didn’t thank you, di-did I?”

“…No, you didn’t.”

“Tom… Tommy…” You could hear his anger slowly dissipating. 

“I’m the worst person in the entire universe…” You sat down on the nearest flat surface and thought about all the months following the audition. “I didn’t thank you – and you did so much for me.”

“No, Y/N… You don’t have to say anything.” You could hear him shuffling stuff around on the other end. “I didn’t mean that I wanted you to feel bad or anything – I was just spewing shit because I was angry. I’m so sorry darling." 

"Tom,” you were nearly whispering into the phone. “I’m so, so incredibly sorry.” Tears were falling from your eyes, but you wiped them as they fell. “I– I didn’t even thank you… I’m such a horrible person Tommy – I’m sorry I never told you how thankful I was…”

You heard Tom try to say something, but you continued talking.

“I was selfish and I never thanked you for everything you did for me. You did so much– and I broke up with you because I was stupidly in love with you – and you were angry throughout the whole thing because of me.”

Tom inhaled and sniffled, “You loved me?" 

"Yes…” you whispered.

“I loved you, too.” He laughed a bit, “Fuck– I still love you.”

You sighed and Tom took that as his cue to continue, “I shouldn’t have said that – I’m sorry. You and Alfred are probably trying to keep things low key and I’m over here ruining everything again." 

"You didn’t ruin anything – ever, Tom.” You hesitated for a second before you continued. “And I’m not dating Alfred or anyone else for that matter.”

“That’s, that’s good – or well, I mean, unfortunate for you. I mean, that’s– that’s if you even wanted to date anyone anyways…”

You laughed at him, feeling good about how naturally awkward Tom tended to be when he was trying to be nonchalant. “Don’t hurt your pretty little head, Tom. I get what you meant.”

“You think my head is pretty?”

“The prettiest.” You smiled and imagined Tom rubbing his hand over the back of his head – which was exactly what he was doing when you said that.

“Thanks,” you could feel his shy small radiating through the phone. “Well… I guess you’ve gotta go get stuff done…”

“Yeah…” You didn’t want to hang up, but you had a plane to catch soon. “Hey, Tom?”

“Yeah?” You hoped you weren’t imagining how hopeful he sounded.

“I miss you…”

“I miss you.”

You smiled and figured things would be okay. 

“We should meet up soon – you know, in the new year and stuff…” You bit your lip.

“I…. I definitely agree… New year, new us, right?”

You laughed, “You’re a dork, Holland.”

He laughed too, “I’ll see you soon, then, yeah?”

“Yeah – bye, Tommy.”

"Bye, Y/N. Happy new year.

"Happy new year.”





    “One of the greatest things to happen to me this year is getting back together with Tom [Holland]. We finally figured out how to get things done, how to be independent, while still being in a relationship. I’m forever thankful for his love and his support.” said the youngster about Spider-Man. 

Considering we’ve seen Y/N’s humbleness through all recent award nominations, we’re sure they’ve managed to gain a new perspective post-breakup. What are your thoughts on their rekindling? 

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tomholland2013: waiting for my person to get home from filming like… @YourInstagramHandle, hurry up!


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  hi! I saw you write for Alex Ernst, and I was wondering if you write for scotty sire? sorry if you have a post explaining, I didn’t look. Anyways could you do something about your first fight? thanks so much, and I get it if you don’t <3
a/n: i actually really like scotty!


You are not a conflicting, confrontational or loud person, the exact opposite of Scotty and that’s probably the reason why the two of you make such a great couple – opposites really do attract. And you love him. Possibly hate him more, but love him all the same. You usually put up with his jokes and pranks and his crazy ideas like dousing you in cold water in the morning to wake you up quicker (of course, he apologizes if he sees that he has pushed the boundaries too far). But…You haven’t been dating for that long, a month at best, and really, the water dousing has become a headache and you finally snapped.

You had never seen a man so frightened. Truly, seeing you angry is a sight for sore eyes, and you aren’t even that angry! Only mildly irritated, annoyed, disgruntled, however you name it in that head of yours. He stands by the counter with ice-cream in his hand and no shirt, looking like a lost puppy as his eyes bore into your unhappy expression. Slowly, he sets the ice-cream down. You can practically see the gears in his head turn.

“…Babe…” He calls softly, more shaken than anything, “I’m sorry, just…” He raises his hands up, “Calm down. I’m sorry. I won’t even do it again.”

Requests are open!

Novaturient: Part Three (Bucky Barnes)

Authors Note: I am so sorry that this is so so so late. I apologize greatly. I’m gonna begin brainstorming and writing for Part Four, but I really want to have 100 notes before I post it. Also send me in ideas and suggestion. As for people with requests, I will get to them asap but it might not be tonight. 

 Warnings: swearing, violence, terribly written fight scenes, sexual tension, implied smut 

 Word Count: 1833

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 You could cut the tension in the room with a knife. It was literally consuming you. You kept your eyes on Steve, who was explaining to everyone what exactly they were doing. 

 Steve glanced between you and Bucky,“You need to train with your partners and since Buck and (Y/N) aren’t very familiar with each other, they should be the first to train together. You guys have two hours tops before Nat and I take over, okay?" 

 Oh lovely, alone time. Something you and Bucky haven’t had since last week when you got drunk. Since the almost kiss. 

 Bucky cleared his throat,"Earth to (Y/N).” He complained,“C'mon, we need to get done." 

 "Got somewhere to be, Barnes?” You asked, a little smile in your face as you got into your fighting stance with your fists in front of you. 

Bucky rolled his eyes,“Why do you care? You turning into my stalker now?" 

 "No.” You answered, throwing a punch to to his gut which he easily blocked. He returned the motion with his own, trying to trip you but you easily predicted his move and jumped over his foot. You then landed a roundhouse kick to his chest, making him stumble backwards. Bucky lunged at you, blocking another hit before flipping you over and landing you on the mat.

 You quickly jumped up and shield yourself by manipulating what Bucky could see. Ah, sensory manipulation really was the best. 

 "What the hell?“ He said in confusion before you knocked him to his feet and uncloaked yourself. 

 "You see, I got this amazing thing where I can make myself where no one can sense me.” You said,“Can’t see, touch, smell, and all that when it comes to me. It comes in handy when dealing with cocky super soldiers." 

"I can’t believe this is our assignment.” Bucky huffed as he stood in front of the full body mirror and tied his tie before buttoning his blazer.“Are you ready yet? You’re taking forever." 

 You rolled your eyes before you unlocked the bathroom door and stepped out in the beautiful long dress that you had been provided. It fit your bust perfectly and hugged your waist. 

 "I’m ready, now calm your tits." 

 Bucky scrunched up his nose, sighing at her."God, I’m still not used to women saying things like that.”

 "Probably not used to them having rights either.“ You said under your breath, and Bucky’s head snapped towards you. 

 "What is that supposed to mean?” He asked in offense.“I may be from the 40s, (Y/N). But believe me, back then I was all for women having rights. I was a little old fashion but I wasn’t that old fashion." 

 "Yeah, okay.” You chuckled, glancing over at him,“What are our covers for this, by the way?" 

 Bucky shrugged, grabbing the file from the table and scanning through it."It’s says to infiltrate the formal, get Morozov…” He trailed off,“Our covers are James and (Y/N) Moreno." 

 You raised an eyebrow,"Brother and sister?” You asked hopefully. 

Bucky shook his head slowly,“No, um, husband and wife. Apparently we’ve been married since graduation from high school. Says to act like a married couple, touching and what not.” He informed you with a tone of distaste.

 "Oh great. This is just amazing.“ You sarcastically replied,"And here I thought I might get laid tonight." 

 "Seriously?” He ridiculed,“We’re on a mission." 

"It’s a joke, Bucky. Chill.” You replied. Let’s just go, okay? We got a job to do.“ 

 Bucky rolled his eyes,"You should learn to be more serious, (Y/N). Your mouth is gonna get you in trouble one day." 

 "With who?” You mocked,“You?" 

 You watched as Bucky mumbled something under his breath, something you could barely hear except for the word punish. If you were being completely honest, it sent shivers down your back to think of what he might have said. 

Focus, (Y/N). You reminded yourself, He might be your soulmate, but he doesn’t know that. Stay focused. Don’t get distracted by his..everything.

You were brought out of your thoughts when you felt an arm wrap around your waist,"We’re about to go in.” Bucky quickly explained, trying not to look all awkward. He cleared his throat,“Keep your ear piece in and on. Don’t think I won’t leave you if there is trouble and I can’t contact you." 

 You frowned,"Ass.” You mumbled as you walked into the huge, extravagant ballroom of the hotel.“Um, wow. Okay, I have never felt so out of place." 

 Bucky nudged you,"Don’t say things like that. You’re gonna blow our cover, idiot." 

 You just rolled your eyes before glancing around the room till you spotted the target. The host of the Gala’s husband. To the public, he was a generous businessman whose wife threw huge Galas for a charity they created to help children in need. However, according to Shield intelligence, Viktor Morozov was one of Hydra former agents and was currently running illegal weapon and information trade from the remains of Hydra. 

This charity of his was a big show to cover up what was really happening. "There he is.” You observed, discreetly pointing to the man in the classic tux with slicked back black hair and a little bit of stubble growing on his chin. 

You quickly got your phone out,“What the hell are you doing?” Bucky questioned, in which you just held up a finger as you clicked away dexterously. After a few moment of Bucky seething beside you, you slide the phone back into your purse.“Follow my lead." 

 "What are you doing? Tell me, what was all that?” He questioned you all the way until you approached the Morozovs. 

 "Дарья!“ You squealed,"How good it is to see you.” Darya Morozov looked at you curiously. You quickly elaborated,“We took the same class in secondary school, I was the girl in the back that everyone hated because of my father’s mass amounts of money." 

 Darya probably didn’t remember any of her schooling classmates, but as soon as you mentioned money, you were in. "Oh yes,.." 

 ”(Y/N),“You told her,"And this is my husband James.” You introduced him with a loving glance before looking at Viktor,“And this must be the famous Виктор." 

 Darya smiled politely, shaking Bucky’s hand before she nodded,"Yes, yes. This is my husband. He’s very busy, so he can’t really talk at the moment." 

 "Oh, well, I won’t take too much time.” You assured them,“I just wanted to tell you, Виктор. The art you picked out for the Gala is gorgeous. Tell me, is this art from France or did you make it yourself?” You asked. It seemed like a ridiculous question, and Bucky looked at you in bewilderment, wondering why the hell you thought this guy could have made all this art. 

 Viktor grinned as you uttered the code words,“Oh no, its transported from all over. It’s rare to meet another lover of the art. Would you like to see the art that didn’t make in the Gala?" 

 "Yes.” You replied, and just like you’re being led off by Viktor and followed by two men who you have already observed to have two guns each. 

 Once you traveled up the elevator, you leaned in to Bucky,“Get your gun ready.” You muttered very quietly. 

 Bucky nodded, starting to catch on to what was going on as you were welcomed into the top floor and into the penthouse. As soon as the door closed, you went to roam around the room.

“Виктор, this place is beautiful…If I was you, I’d take a moment to really breath it in.” You threaten as his back turn to you. You pulled your gun from your thigh holster and click the safety off.“Cause the only view you’ll be getting from now on is a prison cell.”

 Viktor turned around, his lips in a tight line as he looked at you.“Fucking hell, can no one do their fucking job to keep you people out.” He snarled as both the body guards had their guns pointed at you. 

 That’s when Bucky stepped in, placing two guns to back of their heads.“I would put the guns down if I were you." 

 For a moment, you thought maybe this was gonna be easy, but you thought too soon as one of the men turned around to disarm Bucky. 

Suddenly, the entire room had turned to chaos as you fought the three men. You dodged all of Viktor’s punches, until he threw a brutal hit that knocked you off your feet. You didn’t dare stay on the ground, flipping up on to your feet before kicking your leg up to hit one of the guards directly in the jaw and a crack echoed the room. 

One down. 

Two to go. 

 Bucky launched the second guard into the wall, and the man fell limp on the ground. Both of you now zeroed in on Viktor, who went to reach for the gun nearby. You reacted quickly, focusing on him until you finally mustered up enough energy to manipulate his eyesight.

 "What..” He breathed out,“I can’t see…What’s happening?” You could help it, but suddenly you were controlling all his senses. His ears were overwhelmed with a piercing noise and pain rippled through his body. He quickly went down, falling completely silent since you worked quickly to avoided attention. 

 "Is he?“ 



 "He’s passed out. He’ll wake in 48 hours.” You murmured,“Its a sensory overload. I just put him into a brief coma.” You explained as you handcuffed both the guards and emptied their pockets to make sure they couldn’t contact anyone.“Let’s go.” You locked the room before you left it, making sure no one else could get in. 

 As you approached your shared room, Bucky finally broke the silence.“I underestimated you." 

 You glanced up at him,"Oh yeah?” You smirked. 

 "Don’t get cocky.“ He replied,"But you’re kinda badass, (Y/N)." 

 "Why thank you.”

 "And, you look beautiful, doll.“ He added teasingly. 

 You turned to him as a flush creeped up on your cheeks. You were shocked at this comment,"And here I thought you hated me." 

 "Oh, I do, doll.” He whispered, taking a step closer.“Doesn’t mean in blind, though. It certainly doesn’t mean I can’t admire.” His arms slipped around your waist.“Especially when someone so beautifully annoying is still my ‘wife’ for the night.”

 You looked up at Bucky with a mischievous smile,“Oh really?” You whispered as you slipped the hotel key into the door. 

 "The mission’s over. You said you wanted to get laid. Might as well, right?“ He teased. You walked backwards into the hotel room, pulling Bucky in by his tie with the door closing behind him immediately.

"Might as well.”

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From Now On Our Merge is Eternal - Lussien Crackfic - 1/?

Sometimes I write like what I think is okay to good fic.

This is not one of those times. Manga has RUINED ME.

Title: From Now On Our Merge is Eternal

Pairing: Lucien x Cassian, background Feyre x Rhysand, Tamlin x Ben and Jerrys

Summary: Tamlin wants Lucien to summon Satan or some shit to go get Feyre back. Instead, they get Cassian The Sexy Ghost. More importantly: Lucien gets a new laptop.Nice.

Originally posted by ghoststories-gifs

From Now On Our Merge is Eternal

Like, Lucien was normally against summoning demons into the mortal plane, and most world-ending-shit like that. Most of the time though, Tamlin never cried.

A crying Tamlin was a terrifying sight, especially when it was surrounded by photographs of his ex-girlfriend, Feyre, pinned everywhere. As in, every single wall was covered with close ups of her face, or shady stalker photos taken through bushes. Tam had even gotten himself a T-shirt printed with her face and ‘HAVE YOU SEEN THIS GIRL’ on the front.

“Someone’s kidnapped her, Lucien,” He’d wailed into his pint of Ben and Jerry’s. “I need to find her.”

“She literally left a note saying-”

“The kidnapper obviously made her write that. She would never leave me for that… that monster.”

Whilst Tamlin sobbed into the aforementioned ice cream, Lucien sneaked in a quick text reply to the monster in question.

‘Yeah. He’s still not over her. Maybe don’t ask for her stuff back yet.’

“Who are you texting?” Tamlin sniffled, all puppy dog eyes and chocolate around his mouth.

“Uh. I wasn’t. I was- googling.. vengeance spirits?” Lucien hoped he was drunk on grief enough to buy the bullshit.

“What?” Tamlin demanded, throwing off his Feyre-Pattern duvet. Standing, he marched over to Lucien and grabbed him by the shoulders. “Lucien… Lucien, that’s genius.”

“What?” It was Lucien’s turn to sound stumped.

“You summon a demon to kill her kidnapper, and problem solved.”

“There are… multiple issues with that statement, TimTam.” The least being the fact that there was no wrong to avenge. Feyre had warned him she’d leave multiple times and had told him they were breaking up before she went off to Rhys’. Also: demons.

“Lucien,” Tamlin said more sternly. “Are you or are you not my private witch for hire?”

“I mean yeah, but-”

“But nothing. I am hiring you. For this,” he inhaled dramatically, “I’ll pay you a grand.”

Okay, yeah, now Lucien was paying attention. Potentially ending the world was definitely worth getting that swanky new laptop he’d been eyeing.

So that was the why he was doing the whole demon summoning routine, but the how was a little more… complicated. Especially since he had no intention of actually summoning one. But he had to put on a show for Tamlin; whom he’d already warned it might not work. Thus, he had a nice salt pentacle drawn out on the grass already, some - kinda skanky - road kill placed at each of the four corners, and a couple of candles lit for spooky atmosphere reasons.

“Make sure to keep back,” He yelled over to Tamlim, who was hunched over on a camping chair watching, with a nice mug of hot chocolate. “This could get messy.”

“Yeah, for the kidnapper,” Tamlin shouted back, cackling at his own joke.

“I cannot believe I wasted so much good salt on this,” Lucien hissed under his breath. Fucking muggles.

Clearing his throat, he clicked play on Itunes and put on some creepy beats, before picking up his book. It was just a copy of ‘The Great Gatsby’ he’d painted black but what Tamlin didn’t know wouldn’t hurt him. He began to read aloud. Or, more accurately, he began to read backwards. It sounded suitably ominous, and also Lucien would be lying if he claimed he didn’t enjoy pulling shit with Tamlin.

Just as he got towards the top of the page and was preparing to grovel to Tamlin about it simply not working (and demand pay for the supplies anyway) things started going… wrong. Wrong was definitely a good descriptor for the situation. For starters, the salt pentacle started glowing.

Cutting the scene of Nick getting laid by a photographer short, Lucien shut up. Tam was on his feet, gazing in wonder as the glowing ramped up to blinding white shining. The flame of the candles ignited into unexpected flamethrowers, thunder roared overhead, birds fled from the surrounding forests, lighting cracked across the sky-

And then a naked dude was lying on the grass before them.

The sky clearing and returning to cheery sunshine, the light revealed it to be no ordinary man.

This dude was hot.

“That’s it?” Tamlin said, suddenly beside Lucien and in the circle. “That’s the demon?” Lucien really hoped not, else Tamlin would probably be about to be devoured. Again: fucking muggles. “It doesn’t look very demon-y.”

There were many witty comebacks waiting to be said in response to that particular statement of idiocy, but Lucien was more concerned with something else: Had he just summoned Jay Gatsby?

Immediately, he started compiling a mental list of questions to ask him, mainly: how did you make all that money? “Is it… asleep?”

“Unconscious, I think,” Lucien replied, wincing as Tamlin nudged the man with his foot. Next time he did this, he would make sure to educate Tamlin on how not to treat potential members of the underworld.

“Well,” Tamlin said with a sigh. “You’d better pick him up then. We can put him in the boot, take him back to mine, and get him on Feyre’s trail. Hopefully he’s better at this than he looks.”

Lucien didn’t get a chance to argue about how shutting a demon in the boot was a super bad idea, because Tamlin was already wandering back to the car. Sighing, he bent down to the man-demon/possible Jay Gatsby. He lived up to the descriptions; He really was hot. Maybe he was a demon. Lucien could imagine someone with a face like that seducing fair maidens into the depths of Tartarus.


Long story short, it turned out the man was not a demon. Nor was he Jay Gatsby. He was just your everyday ghost/ghoul/spirit gig who’d been haunting about the forest and had unwittingly stumbled into the salt circle while it’d been being laid.

His name was Cassian, and apparently, he was now eternally bound to Lucien: A suitably homoerotic outcome considering the source material he was summoned with.

The situation had its plusses and minuses. For one, Lucien had got that grand, and his nice new laptop. On the other hand, he also had a ghost following him around everywhere. A ghost he soon discovered to be very, very annoying.

“Oh my lord, how is coffee so good now? It never tasted like this for me,” Cassian rambled as they sat together at Lucien’s usual table, in his usual coffeeshop, doing his usual morning routine.

“Welcome to the future,” Lucien muttered in response, trying to do his actual job, as opposed to his fake job: getting his best friend to pay him to fuck about with magical shit. The fake job was somehow more effort than his real one, which consisted of editing for Witch Weekly like a civilised mortal.

“And when did boys start getting so hot? Y’all dress nicely now and everything.”

“Societal pressures only continue to mount with increasing access to global communication and advertising.” Lucien had been answering questions about the future all week and was starting to get pissy, but that was what you got for accidentally summoning a ghost from the civil war era. He’d given Cassian his old laptop for a reason, but the ghost had just cried ‘witchcraft!’ and thrown it in the trash. Lucien would have felt bad for him if he hadn’t caught him in hysterical laughter afterwards. ‘Good joke, yes?’ The ghost had asked.

He did not make good jokes. He made very, very bad ones. Lucien had groaned more in the past seven days than he had in his entire life.  

“I was trying to flirt with you,” Cassian sniffed haughtily, “but fine. Be all serious and smart.”

“…I would appreciate it if you would not flirt with me.” That was another thing Cassian did a lot of, and unfortunately, he did it far too well.

“Hey, it’s legal now. Let me enjoy my new liberties.”

“Not if Trump has anything to say about it,” Lucien muttered.

Narrowing his eyes, Cassian leaned forward and lowered his voice conspiratorially. “Ah yes, the orange man.” Tapping his fingers together, he thought for a moment. “Can a ghost be charged for murder?”

“No. But I would get charged instead,” Lucien said tightly, because he honestly wouldn’t put it past this massive goofball not to assassinate the president. “Just leave it to the CIA, okay? If they can do Kennedy, they can definitely get away with murdering a talking cheeto.”

“What is this cheeto you speak of?”

Okay. Even Lucien couldn’t deny the ghost that one simply pleasure. “Tonight, my sweet summer ghost,” Lucien said softly, finally looking up from his laptop. “You shall find out.”