this took forever only because i had to find these

anonymous asked:

Can you do one where harry is your husband and is oblivious to the fact that your "friends" Mistreat you and you just don't say anything because they're the only friends you have left And harry finds out one day and it's a lot of loving from him Pleaaaaase I'm dying to read something like this

I’m so sorry this took forever and I think it might be a piece of shit? I hope you like it though!

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“True Friend”

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You were sitting on the corner of the couch, surrounded by your friends who were supposed to be over for a movie night. After moving in with Harry and starting a new job, it had been pretty difficult to get to know new people. He had encouraged you to start hanging out with some girls from work so you weren’t so lonely when he was gone for the day, so you’d invited them out for dinner one night and things had progressed from there. But not necessarily in a good way.


You had always been paranoid that people didn’t like you. The slightest glare or sarcastic comment had you worrying that there was just something about you people had a problem with. However, this was different; these girls pretended they wanted to hang out when all they really cared about was belittling you. You weren’t sure if you really hadn’t caught on until recently, or if you were just in denial the whole time.


“Let’s just save the movie for another night and head to the bar!” One of them suggested, and the others cheered in agreement. Your heart sank, because you’d put a lot of planning into that movie night and hoped it would help change their minds and show them that you were just as ‘cool’ as they were.


You tried to protest, but it seemed that once the idea of getting drunk off their asses was in their minds, they weren’t going to be able to let it go.


“I mean, we can just go without you. It’s not like you’ll be much fun, since you’re in a ‘committed’ relationship and everything. I mean, you usually don’t get much attention from guys anyway.”


The way they all giggled after the last comment made you wonder what else had been said about you behind your back. As much as you didn’t want to let it affect you, their words stung. You were in an even worse mood now than you had been before, and you definitely didn’t want to spend any more time around them, so you halfheartedly told them to head out without you. They were out the door within minutes, leaving you alone to pick up the empty soda cans and rethink your idea of ordering pizza for dinner.


It wasn’t long before Harry came home, and he tentatively walked down the hallway expecting to see a big group of girls giggling on the couch. Instead, he found you curled up in a blanket alone while he tossed his keys onto the kitchen table.


“Where is everyone?”


You put on the most realistic smile you could manage, and turned around to meet his confused gaze.


“They decided to head to a bar.”


“You didn’t want to go?”


You shrugged nonchalantly, trying not to let on that anything was wrong.


“I’m just tired, that’s all. I wasn’t in the mood for drinking tonight.” You lied. You weren’t in the mood for drinking, that was true, but only because you got the feeling they didn’t want you to go anyway. Your time at the bar most likely would’ve been filled with their nasty comments, and you probably would’ve been forced to stand alone while they danced with anyone they could get their hands on.


Harry sat down next to you and cautiously placed his hand on your leg, studying the look on your face. He could tell you weren’t happy, but he didn’t really consider the fact that your 'friends’ were the reason you had seemed a little off lately. He’d believed you when you insisted that you were just stressed and overwhelmed after the move.


“Are you sure everything’s okay?” He asked.


You nodded convincingly and looked into his caring eyes. You knew you wouldn’t be able to resist breaking down if you stayed close to him much longer, so you quickly stood up off the couch before tears could well up and made your way to the kitchen before you spoke again.


“I was planning to get pizza for everyone, do you want me to order some for just us?”


He gave his approval and you were quick to dial the phone number before Harry could ask you what was wrong again. By the time you were off the phone, though, he was standing in front of you with his hands on his hips.


“Are you gonna tell me what’s going on?” He prodded. He had a serious expression on his face, but you knew by the look in his eyes that he was genuinely concerned.


“Baby, I’m fine. Just bummed I didn’t get to watch that movie.” You joked, managing a small laugh as you turned back to him and smiled.


You knew he wasn’t entirely convinced, but he could tell that you didn’t want him to press it any further. If something was really wrong, he was confident that you’d tell him whenever you were ready.


“We can still watch the movie.” He suggested quietly, not waiting for an answer before he went to spread some blankets and comfier pillows over the couch.


You managed to watch the entire movie without being distracted by the situation from earlier, but the ringtone of your phone made the bitter feeling come back again. You answered the phone as cheerfully as you could, not totally surprised when you recognized the slurred voices of the girls you were trying to forget about.


You managed to decipher their speech enough to know that they needed a ride home, and of course they hadn’t hesitated to call you and use you as their chauffer.


“I’ve gotta go pick them up, they’re wasted.” You sighed, pushing your blanket aside as you unhappily unraveled yourself from Harry’s arms.


“Do you want me to go with you?”


You quickly shook your head as you slipped on your jacket and shoes, assuring him you’d be fine and it shouldn’t take more than an hour. Truthfully, you were just afraid of what they’d say to you now that the last little sliver of good judgement had been taken away by alcohol, and you didn’t want Harry to know that the only friends you made since moving here weren’t friends at all. It was almost like you failed.


The drive to the bar wasn’t long, and as soon as it came into view you could see the familiar figures standing outside. They clumsily piled into your car, giggling while they all tried to speak at once.


“What are you wearing?” One of them asked from the back seat, and you sighed when you realized you hadn’t changed out of Harry’s shirt and sweatpants before you left. You certainly wouldn’t hear the end of it, but you hoped none of them would remember by the next morning.


“Hey, that’s Harry’s shirt! I’m surprised it fits you! He’s so thin and you’re… not.”
They all erupted in laughter and you tried to take a few deep breaths as you drove off. The entire car ride was filled with their snide comments and them constantly trying to talk over eachother’s slurs.


It seemed like it took hours to drop them all off, but you were on your way home in record time when you finally let some tears fall. You couldn’t believe these were the only people you could call friends. There was nobody else you’d met that seemed remotely interested in talking to you, and you were terrified you’d have to spend the rest of your life with no one else but those girls to spend time with.


You drove around the block a few times while you tried to calm down, but it finally become clear that you had no choice but to tell Harry. It would be much too painful to keep this inside forever, and knowing Harry, he’d probably know exactly what to do.


You unlocked the door, wiping a few tears from your cheeks but deciding you wouldn’t bother trying to hide the fact that you were upset. As you stepped inside, Harry rounded the corner.


“I made some ice cream sundaes if you want to- hey…” He immediately frowned when he saw your tear stained cheeks and sad eyes.


You sniffled as he walked over to you and tilted his head a bit while he waited for you to say something. What he didn’t expect was for you to fling yourself into him, but he was quick to wrap his strong arms around you and hold on tight.
Once your cries and sniffles had quieted down a little, he kept you tightly pressed to him while he looked down at you and spoke.


“What’s wrong?” He asked carefully, afraid to set you off into another round of crying if you tried to explain. By now, he was pretty sure he knew the source of your sadness lately but he didn’t want to push you any farther than you were ready for at the moment. You backed up to look up at him but quickly avoided his gaze.


“I think I need to talk to you about something.”


You could see him tense a little, because you knew it always scared him whenever you acted serious about things like this. You were generally a pretty laid back person, so if there was something you really needed to speak to him about, it usually meant it was a pretty big deal.


He slung his arm around you as he led you to the couch and invited you to sit on his lap. You cuddled into Harry’s chest and his arms held you close to his body, while he rested his cheek on top of your head.


“This is about the girls, isn’t it?” He finally prodded. All he got in response was a teary eyed look from you, and he knew he was right when the wetness threatened to spill down your cheeks again. He stared at you sadly, wiping a few tears that fell before you were ready to speak.


“They’re not my real friends, Harry.” You sniffled, leaning back against him as you watched for a reaction. He nodded slowly, rubbing his hand gently up and down your back.


“You could’ve told me.”


You frowned as you turned to look at him again and saw his eyes filled with complete concern and sadness.


“I know, but I just.. I have no friends, Harry!” You whined, hiding your face in his neck while the emotions seemed to hit you all over again.


If his heart wasn’t broken already, it definitely was now. Obviously he’d meant no harm when he encouraged you to make friends, and he never wanted you to feel down about yourself if things didn’t work out as expected.


“Baby, no, it’s okay. Don’t cry over them.”


He held you tight until you had calmed down again. He didn’t want to ask what was said during the car ride, and he didn’t want to know what else they’d put in your head over the past month. So you both sat in silence for a while until you finally looked up at him.


“I don’t want you hanging around them anymore, okay?”


You normally would’ve argued, but you knew you’d be much happier if you never had to see them outside of work again. Now that the barrier had been broken and Harry knew the truth about them, there was no sense in keeping up the charade that you actually enjoyed their company.


Your comment from a few minutes earlier hadn’t been forgotten; he kept hearing you say “I have no friends” over and over again in his head and it was making his heart hurt.


“And I don’t ever want to hear you say you have no friends, okay?” His voice had the sweetest, most gentle tone possible and when you opened your mouth to speak, he knew exactly what you were going to say. So when it slipped out that you really didn’t have any friends, he had the perfect response.


“You’ve got me.” He argued, pressing his lips to the top of your head.


“I know it’s not the same, but I love all the girly gossip and random stories you tell. And you know I’m always here for advice when you need it and I won’t mind those awful movies you girls watch, because I’ll always enjoy watching them with you. I know I’m your boyfriend and that’s not quite the same as being your friend, but I’m always going to be here for you, angel.”


The end of his rambling had you smiling up at him.


“You’ve always been my best friend, Harry. My true friend.”

Young - Pt. 4 [G.D mini series]

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Summary: Y/N had always had bad luck finding love, but it was wrong of her to feel things for the troubled young student she was supposed to be counseling.

Word Count: 2.1k

Warnings: age gap, smut, angst, mentions of death/suicide, etc.

A/N: Not edited again what’s wrong with meeeeee. I mentioned I was writing a novel (its basically a gray fanfic lmao) currently so thats a main priority. Sorry for this shitty one, I will make stuff worth it!!! I’m a slow-burn author ok!!!! It’s coming!!!!!!!!!!!!!


Getting out of the cab, I didn’t have enough strength in me to help Grayson’s heavy body out. It didn’t help that he was still half asleep - mumbling a few things to me that I couldn’t quite understand.

“Gray– Grayson, please, stop putting your face on my–” I cut myself off as I tried moving his face, which had been nuzzled against my boobs the second I moved to gather my purse and open up the car door.

I heard him hum sweetly, his lips pursed and a little too close to touching my skin. In frustration, I stood on the grass and pulled myself away from him to take a breath.

We’re going to try this again.

Immediately, I regretted it when he fell face first onto the muddy ground since I had been the one to hold him up. My face twisted as if I was the one in pain, crouching down to help him. It had rained a few hours ago before getting bright and sunny, so Gray took a face full of mud and grass. Lifting his beautiful face up to see if he was still alive, I saw that his nose was bleeding and a bruise was forming on the side of his face near his temple.

He moaned and once I was able to help him stand with my hand gripping his arm, I threw money at the cab driver who was impatiently waiting. I didn’t miss the disapproving look he sent my way before I closed the door, probably thinking so many bad things about this situation.

It was a little easier leading Grayson to the door of my house since that hit to the ground had woken him up. I could see the annoyed slash pissed off look on his face, causing me to grow nervous when I placed the key in and led him into my home. When I gently pushed him to walk in first, I looked out to make sure my neighbors weren’t spying on us because this probably wouldn’t look good to them either. It wasn’t a good thing having this 17 year-old here, but at least I knew that I wasn’t going to do anything but help him.

“Come here, you need to get cleaned up,” I said to him using my softer tone. Grayson stood near the hall, watching me as I went to turn on the lights, which helped me see how dirty he’d gotten, his hoodie drenched in wet mud along with his hair. It looked disgusting. “Okay, you’re gonna need to shower.”

Feeling guilt wash over me at the sight of him, I went to my bathroom to turn on the shower. He easily could’ve done it himself, but I felt the need to do it since I felt terrible and he was pretty much a guest. I liked to treat my guests as great as possible. While the water was warming up, I looked for a small towel and my first aid kit so that I could help with his bruises.

It took me a few seconds, but in those few seconds, Grayson had taken his hoodie off like nothing to show off his torso. I was taken aback, butterflies erupting in my stomach at the sight, and my mouth had gone dry at the view. He truly was gorgeous, and I had never seen someone with that much torn beauty before.

Thankfully he couldn’t tease me this time since he still had that pissed off look on his face, his eyes looking down at his body and his muddy hands.

Lord, snap out of it. “Just, um,” He curiously looked up at hearing the crack in my voice. I cleared my throat. “G-get in. I’ll go find something for you to wear and come back, okay?”

“Getting me booty shorts, Ms. Y/L/N?” he asked sarcastically, though I could hear the humor in his tone as he set his belt to the side. I didn’t even realize he’d taken it off, meaning I had to leave soon if he was willing to get fully naked in front of me.

“Maybe,” I tried joking back, turning around and leaving, but not before looking at his back muscles and admiring them. My hands itched to touch his shoulder blades, down to the dimples on his lower back, and then I just wanted to slap myself.

I had a few men’s clothing I often stole from exes or friends, but I seemed to only find a pair of sweatpants that belonged to someone who brought back bad memories. I was almost determined to actually give Grayson those booty shorts, but scolded myself and took the sweatpants before he got out of the shower and I had to witness his wet body in just a single towel. A shirt was easy to find, just a white one I wore to bed that was huge on me. It was fine.

I must’ve taken forever, because when I got back to the bathroom, Grayson was wrapping the towel I’d left for him to use on his lower body. I let out a tiny gasp at seeing the droplets of water cascading down the rippled skin, and almost stepped back, but he’d caught me.

“All clean,” he stated the obvious, running a finger on his lower lip and trailing his eyes down my body, making me realize I was still in my tight, exposing dress. Wearing heels all the time made me forget I had them on sometimes, so I still had those on as well.

“Here, got you these,” I said, showing him the folded clothes and placing them near the sink. He awkwardly put his hand down since he’d reached for them, but I didn’t want to get any nearer when he looked like that.

“They’re not Neil’s, are they?”

“No,” I replied with a chuckle. “Wouldn’t give you those, they wouldn’t fit. You’re really big.” I brought my palm up to slap against my mouth, slightly blushing when I realized the way it sounded.

Grayson only smirked, pushing his wet hair back. I bit my lip as I crossed my arms before shaking my head at myself and throwing my thumb back. “I’ll… um, wait in the kitchen if you’re hungry.” I gave him a smile, and once again I was awkward as I went to grab the first aid kid and towel. What if he needed them? The good in me just wanted to personally help.

He came into the kitchen, taking a bit longer than expected, and when I saw him, I felt my breathing hitch. I just saw him shirtless back there and yet I was still acting like this… ridiculous.

“Sorry, ripped the shirt trying to put it on. At least the pants fit, even though I’m quite big…”

I nodded, unable to form words for a second as I blushed all over again. “That’s fine. Are you okay?” I asked, when I noticed the bruise on the side of his face was more visible.

“Yeah, just…” He trailed off, licking his bottom lip and keeping his gaze on me.

There was so much tension in the room that it was making me go insane. I felt like I couldn’t breathe almost, especially when he slowly stepped closer to me. So close, until he was able to lean his back against the kitchen island. I tried so hard to keep my eyes from trailing down to look at his pecks and hard abdomen. The way that his hair was messy against his forehead, and his lips were a little wet, gave him further of an angelic look.

“Here, let me take care of that hideous cut,” I said to him when I noticed blood trailing down once again.

“It’s fine–”

“No, it’s not. Let me. Come here.”

I went to grab the first aid kit again and turned to him, our breaths mixing as I felt the warmth of his skin so near mine. I brought my hands up to his jaw, moving his head to the side, his skin feeling soft under my fingertips. I placed the hot wet towel to the side of his face, scrubbing as carefully as I could to not hurt him more. I could feel his eyes on me while I focused my own on his cut to try and maintain my focus on this one thing only. He really liked to stare, didn’t he.

“Stop,” I said without thinking, going for a small white bandage to place over the cut.

“Stop what?”

“Looking at me.”

“Would you rather my eyes be somewhere else?”

He slowly let his eyes trail down and I felt like smacking him, trying my best to ignore it and continue cleaning him up. However, he suddenly brought his hand up to cup my much smaller one holding the stained towel, making sure to look into my eyes until I looked into his as well.

“I can’t. Haven’t been able to since I first saw you.”

I tried letting go, even though deep down I didn’t want to. “Grayson…”

Shocking my even further, he leaned in to kiss me by pressing his lips to mine in the gentlest way. My cheeks went red as I rose my brows with closed eyes, immediately thinking about how sweet he tasted and how soft his lips truly were. What the hell are you doing?

Grayson kept holding onto my hand, now placing it flat against his bare chest, and I had to pull away once I started feeling his heartbeat.

I had to get him home somehow. “Grayson, you can’t do that–”

He cut me off, going to kiss me again, but this time by placing his arm around my waist to pull me rather roughly towards his tall, muscular body so that I wouldn’t have a way of leaving. This time, I didn’t stop him even though I should’ve. Him being so close was driving me crazy enough already, and his mouth was intoxicating, only pulling me in no matter what my conscience was telling me.

The devil in me was awakening, bringing my hands up to his stubbled jaw so that I had something to hold on to. I almost didn’t notice that he had turned us around so that he could bring a hand up my dress, touching my bare hot skin to grip my thigh and place me up on one of the stools without breaking away the rougher, deepening kiss. His hands felt hot and were riding up my skin-tight dress, making me gasp so that he had the opportunity to slip his tongue inside of my mouth.

I was the first one to let out a moan, especially when he pushed himself closer to really stay tucked in between my legs. The sweatpants I’d lent to him had already given him an obvious bulge that I tried not to look at like the rest of his body, but now I could feel it. Hard, and harder.

He was gripping my flesh in his fingertips and I was sighing into his mouth when I felt him find the side of my thong, fisting it in his hand and starting to pull it down while lifting my body up at the same time with one strong arm.

Then, he was kissing my jaw.

“I am hungry, Ms. Y/L/N, I’m so fucking hungry.”

Kissing down to my neck, my shoulder… thrusting his hips into mine, causing me to get wetter than I was already as I let out some type of whimper.

God, he was eager. And I wasn’t stopping him from pulling my underwear further down. I felt a breeze touch me as his fingers danced around my inner thigh, getting closer and closer.

Unfortunately, that’s when the doorbell started to ring ferociously. I thought maybe we could ignore it, until it grew annoying and repetitive, making me think the worst.

“I need to get that,” I whispered to him, eyelids barely being able to stay open as Grayson’s lips started trailing further down to my cleavage that was almost completely spilling out for him to touch. “Grayson–” He pulled away when the bell wouldn’t stop ringing, turning to walk the other way with his back muscles flexing as he pushed his messy hair back.

Breathing heavily with red cheeks, I rushed to my mirror and rubbed at my slightly smudged lipstick after pulling my underwear back up. The doorbell would not stop ringing and I grew nervous. “Stay there,” I called out, stepping to my door, pulling down my dress.

I opened it and who I saw almost made me throw up. Bad memories were brought back immediately.

It was my ex.

sierranovembr  asked:

Ok, but secretly married Tony and T'Challa. Tony is literally the only person on Earth with dual citizenship in Wakanda. Iron Man and Black Panther ass-kicking on the down low on their honeymoon. Tony helps capture the vibranium thief the Avengers later encounter in Age of Ultron and he has to make up some excuse after saying he knew the guy. T'Challa laughs for days when he hears the story and uses "There are conferences" to tease Tony all. the. time.

*cracks knuckles* Alright! I’ve been so eager to write this since you sent it, but finals, and then just too tired to write much, and then, you know, stuff, but it’s been a pretty good day and I’m feeling this prompt so hard! ;D

I didn’t really get to… all bits of it, and it kind of is angsty tbh, sorry. Not at all sure if this is what you were looking for, but damn it one day I will write the happy version of this prompt! lol

Timelines are wack, just go with it here.

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Tony’d gotten used to not having any kind of private personal life when he was a small boy. Howard hadn’t seen the point of keeping Tony out of the media; Maria had surrendered to his decision on the matter. Since Tony could speak, it was like his life had been on display, he’d been on display, nothing too sacred to the press.

Tony got used to being hounded everywhere he went, all his mistakes displayed for the entire country - and eventually world - to know. All his worst moments observed by outsiders.

He’d gotten used to… belonging to the public, instead of himself.

And then he met T’Challa.

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Oh, last-minute Christmas shopping…

Last year, I worked at a department store over the holidays as a temporary cashier. It was the eve of December 23rd, mass chaos abound the sales floor– customers lined up to the back of the store, items were lying helpless on the literal FLOOR. 

The most memorable part of that shift would have to be this older lady attempting to buy “the only PURE WHITE scarf in the store,” which was on clearance. Of course, there was no price tag or UPC number. She refused to find another similar item because it was “THE ONLY PURE, WHITE SCARF IN THE STORE.” She had been looking all her life for a PURE, WHITE SCARF. So I had to page someone from that area of the sales floor. It took what seemed like forever for the nice sales associate to help me find a similar item, while the line was backed up to Timbuktu. There were a few other cashiers, but in my mind I was a lone soldier in a battlefield of angry shoppers.  

OH I FORGOT TO MENTION– the scarf was damaged. But she just HAD to get this PURE, WHITE SCARF. 

Eventually the lovely, heaven-sent associate found a clearance item similar enough for me to ring up, and I even marked THAT down for the inconvenience. 

This ratty old rag of a scarf was so important to this lady because of its color. $9/hr was not a high enough pay for the holidays. 

I’ve  Always Cared: Part 2

THIS IS FOR MY GIRL ANNA @queen-archeron whose birthday was yesterday!! She is is one of the best people I know and please check out her blog if you already haven’t cause she is amazing! I’M SO SORRY!!!! I know, I suck, this took me forever to write because I had to start over about 3 times. BUT I did find out how I want this entire fic to go and I think (or hope) you guys will like it ! This one is kinda short but only because I needed this to set some other stuff up. People you asked to be tagged @songbirdsbooks @aelin-firehearts-court @krm00623 @queen-archeron  


Her mouth dropped open. 

“What are you doing here?” Cassian and Nesta said simultaneously. She scowled at him and said before he could open his mouth again, “You know what? I don’t care, if you’re here the rest of your dog pack shouldn’t be far away. I’m leaving.”

She had to get away from him. Out of all the people Nesta could have seen tonight it had to be him. Well, she’d be damned if she let Cassian see her as a sad drunk. She didn’t need him to add more reasons to the list of why he doesn’t like her. Nesta moved to leave, but should have known he wouldn’t let her get away that easy though. 

Cassian grabbed her arm and brought her close to him, “I’m here looking for you.” he said with an almost panicked look in his eyes. 

“And why were you looking for me?” She said annoyed.

“I-We thought something happened to you! Nesta you haven’t been out of that house for more than a couple of minutes for the last four months, but you’ve been gone for hours today! You left no note, nothing to show us you were okay, you just …left.” Cassian said all in one breath. 

Nesta looked up at him wide eyed. “I-I didn’t realize anyone would have cared or noticed if I was gone, least of all you.” 

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Cassian said looking…hurt? Crap, she didn’t mean to admit that last part but still, why did care all of a sudden? 

Nesta laughed dryly, he didn’t care but that doesn’t mean he was willing to admit it. Too bad she already knew. “Cass, it’s no secret that you’ve been avoiding me. So excuse me for being a bit confused on why you are acting worried about my well being after months of me locking myself away. You didn’t care about me then, so why do you care now?” She said bitterly. She was being childish and unfair, but she didn’t care. She was hurt, and drunk, and couldn’t help but voicing her thoughts. 

Cassian had a pained expression on his face. He opened his mouth, probably to come up with some bullshit explanation when Nesta just could not take it anymore. She pushed him out of her way and left the bar. This time, Cassian didn’t stop her. 


By some miracle Nesta remembered her way to Feyre’s town house and knocked on the door. Elain opened it, her smile fading when she saw Nesta’s expression. 

“I don’t want to talk about it” She said while gently pushing past her little sister. Elain had been staying at the town house for a while now, and always let her know when it was empty so Nesta would feel comfortable staying over. That morning Elain had sent her a note that said she had the house to herself for a week, and Nesta had been planning on staying with her over anyways. 

“I, uh, have a surprise for you.” Elain said with a sheepish smile. Nesta couldn’t tell if Elain was nervous about whether she would approve of her present, or if she was even in the mood to get one. So Nesta forced a smile and asked “What for? Its not my birthday is it?”

Elain laughed and said “No, no, I was out and well, you’ll understand once you see it.” Elain grabbed Nesta’s hand and led her to the room she uses when she stays over. Elain stopped in front of the door and turned to her sister. “We’ve had a rough couple months, and I need you to know that you deserve to feel happy again. I hope this will get you there a bit faster.” She said, and opened the door.

Nesta didn’t know what to think other than her mind felt completely clear for once. She stood staring at a grand piano with unfilled sheet music and pencils upon it. It was the sheet music that made her understand.  Nesta realized that Elain knew she was broken “Elain I haven’t written since-” Nesta began but was cut off.

“Before we moved into that cabin? I know. You told me then it was because you couldn’t write about how you felt because you would only become angrier. Nes I think you are way more than angry now. You don’t have to, but i think you should write about why you feel so…guilty.” Elain said while avoiding looking her sister in the eye. 

Nesta whipped her head to look at her sister. She had always been bad at putting her feelings into words. When she was a girl, Nesta’s father realized how  much she adored music, and taught her how to write her own. Nesta soon learned that she was fabulous at it. Whenever her thoughts would overwhelm her she just turned them in a song to help her sort through them. It was her favorite coping mechanism, but when they moved to that cabin all she felt was that anger. She tried to write about it, but she always ended up feeling worse. After so long, Nesta never thought she could ever write a song again. 

But Elain, Elain who loved to here Nesta sing when they were little apparently never doubted her. Nesta sometimes forgot how well her little sister could read her. Elain knew Nesta was filled with guilt and possibly more feelings she didn’t know how to deal with anymore.

“Just try Nes, I know it’s been a while but this used to help you, maybe it still can.” Elain explained and left Nesta alone in the room.

Nesta decided to listen to someone’s advice for once, and sat in front of the piano.She began to think of who she wanted to apologize to first. 

for a long time now i’ve had the hc that bitty’s secret wasted song is Peaches; he only listens to it when he’s absolutely smashed and it actually took forever for smh to find out

 here’s how i see it going: 

  • it’s bitty’s 21st birthday and he’s never been this drunk before; sure he gets hammered at kegsters but he always stops when he feels like he might black out (because he despises hangovers and hangovers are the WORST post black out) 
    • when bitty gets very drunk he’ll switch from jamming to pop music to belting out country 
    • usually bitty has to be VERY close to blacking out before he switches from pop to country and everyone knows that as a particular alcohol threshold for bitty 
    • “oh bitty’s singing jason aldean… he’s probably about to tap out”

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Insecure - M.C

So, I had an anon request for an imagine where y/n feels insecure and I wanted to make it different. Usually, it’s about a thicker girl that wants to feel thinner, so I did it the other way around. I hope this is okay anon and enjoy.


“Guys, nine o’clock,” Calum says discreetly, siping out of his straw, Luke looking confused, furrowing his brows together.

“My nine or your nine?”

“God damn it, Luke. Just look to your right,” Ashton groaned, Luke snapping his head to the side to see the girl Calum pointed out as she stood at the counter, y/n looking as well taking in the curves of the girl, her wide hips, nice rack, and tight waist that all four boys fawned over.

“God. Damn,” he muttered, looking down to his food as he adjusted his hat so he wouldn’t get caught. Y/n looked down to herself, noting how her A-cup boobs weren’t busting out like the  other girl’s and were fine at the moment without a bra under the tank top she wore, suddenly wanting to hide in one of the boys’ baggy sweatshirts.

“Nice tits,” Michael muttered popping a fry in his mouth as Ashton hummed in agreement.

“And ass,” Luke added, the girl walking away with a soda in hand out of the McDonalds that happened to be across the street from the hotel they were staying in. Y/n sighed wrapping up her empty wrappers ready to toss them out, grabbing her milkshake as well. This had been a thing the boys were doing lately, pointing out girls they thought had the right curves and thickness to their body as y/n sat and thought about how she could look like those girls. She wanted to feel wanted, even in the slightest.

She stood from the table without another word, none of the boys noticing as their eyes found a new victim to gawk at. She quickly sped off in the direction of the hotel, making her way up to her single hotel room, sighing contently at how alone she was. She stripped almost completely, leaving herself in her underwear as she stared at herself in the mirror over by the bathroom: the thigh gap she suddenly hated, her almost non existent chest, the ass she wished was just a bit bigger. She sighed once again before tugging on the shirt she stole from Michael, letting it fall to her mid thigh before climbing onto the bed with her laptop, quickly looking up different ways to grow her assets. $4,000…that’s all it would take for a new pair mounted on her chest and she knew she had more than enough in the bank.

She had fallen asleep, only to wake up to the sound of knocking, opening it to find Michael there holding a bag from Forever 21. “What’s this?”

“We want to go out. So, I took the liberty of buying you a new dress. So, go change,” he said pushing her back into the room as he followed her in. “Can I borrow your laptop for a second? Calum’s using mine to facetime his mum because he lost his.”

“Why not,” she said making her way into the bathroom, instantly regretting saying yes, convinced she hadn’t closed out of the tabs from before, but being reassured when she came out of the bathroom and he hadn’t said anything, just clicking away at her computer.

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“Guys, I need to talk to you,” y/n said walking into Calum’s hotel room a few days later. They all stopped what they were doing, Michael pausing the fifa game he and Calum were in the middle of, Luke putting down his guitar and Ashton hanging up on  the facetime call he was in the middle of with his mum. She tugged on the sleeves of the sweater she wore in nervousness as she tried to psych herself up to speak.

“Is everything alright, y/n? You aren’t pregnant, are you?” Calum questioned, fearing she may be telling him he was going to become uncle Calum in a matter of months.

“No, I’m not pregnant you shit,” she muttered looking at him shaking her head. “I want to get my boobs done.” It was silent in the room as they tried to register what she had just said and come up with a response that wouldn’t sound rude.

“You want to get what done to them, exactly?” Ashton asked after a few minutes of silence, his stomach dropping just looking at the expression on her face.

“I want to make them bigger, and I want you all to go with me when I do it, for support, you know?” she questioned looking at all of their faces.

“You aren’t serious, y/n…” Luke muttered out in disbelief that she was even considering that.

“It’s only about four grand. I have more than that saved up, and I can get them done in LA. I’ve done some research on it an-,” she started before being cut off by Michael holding up his hand stopping her.

“Meet me in your room. We need to talk,” he said simply as she bit on her bottom lip, nodding her head before retreating out of the room. He waited to hear the click of the door before even attempting to say anything to the other three boys.

“She’s joking, right?” Calum asked finally speaking up as Michael shook his head. “What do you know that we don’t?”

“When I went to use her laptop the other night, she had a few tabs open. One was how to get bigger boobs and the other about how to get a bigger butt, as well as the cost for boob implants. I didn’t think it was serious, so I didn’t say anything.”

“Do you think that’s why she’s been wearing huge clothes lately?” Luke asked, Michael shrugging as he stood up from his place on the floor.

“We’ll see.” Michael’s bare feet padded out of the hotel room across the hall to his female friend’s, twisting the knob opening it quietly, gazing at her as she sat on her bed, legs crossed in front of her. He stepped into the room silently closing the door behind him and locking it with a quick flick of his wrist. She didn’t even bother to look up at him, knowing who it was already just waiting for him to start yelling. He made his way towards her, quietly climbing behind her, pulling her into his chest as he ran his fingers through her hair. “Want to tell me where this whole boob job thing came from?” She shrugged her shoulders, conforming into his body hoping he would leave it at that, but knowing it wouldn’t be that easy. “Babe, I’m serious.” She sighed heavily, squirming in his grasp trying to get comfortable.

“You guys are just always talking about how hot some girls are and constantly point out that they have nice tits or a nice ass and I just feel disgusting because my boobs are barely an A cup and that I have an almost non existent ass,” she let out quickly hoping she wouldn’t have to repeat her statement. He turned her head to face his, brows furrowed as he cocked his head to the side.

“Is that why you’ve been wearing my clothes lately, trying to hide your body?” he questioned, her head nodding slowly as he cursed. “Fuck, I thought you were trying to hint at something.” She giggled lightly, her head nuzzling into his neck as he just held her.

“I know it’s stupid…but I just don’t feel sexy, Mikey.”  He pressed his lips to the top of her head, holding her tightly to him.

“Well, that’s nonsense. You should feel sexy. You don’t need to look like those other girls to feel that way. You’ve got your own factors that make you sexy.”

“Like what?” she questioned, a devilish smirk appearing on Michael’s face as she gave him permission to say everything that turns him on.

“Like when you don’t wear a bra with those tight shirts you have and your nipples get hard, which is literally almost all the time. And I know this is weird, but like the fact your collarbone is so prominent makes me want to just suck on it all the time a-,”

“Michael!”

“What? I’m just saying, thicker girls don’t necessarily have those qualities. Everyone has something that should make them feel good. And boob jobs aren’t sexy. Besides, personally, I think they look awful and don’t feel like the real thing,” he said explaining himself. “I love you for you. Ashton loves you for you. Luke loves you for you, and Calum loves you for you. We’d all feel awfully upset and guilty if we were the reason you went to get fake boobs. So promise you won’t?” She nodded her head, thinking to herself for a second before turning to face him again.

“How about a fake butt?”

“How about no, and we go get ice cream instead? Ice cream sounds like a great idea right about now.”

Lotor x Reader: You’re different

Prompt: “I swear, I’m not as stupid as you think.” and “I swear, I’m not as stupid as I look.”


Everyday there is always some job or mission to complete. There is jobs found within missions, but missions can be found within jobs as well. So, what is the difference between the two? Missions are mostly done as a team, and most of the time are done outside the Empire. Jobs are assigned to one person, and are normally done within the Empire. On the days that jobs are assigned, like today, it feels like a very boring, long business meeting.

“- Ezor, you will be listening around for anyone going behind our backs. And (y/n), you’ll  be taking a fighter to check up on the Cletian ruler.” 

“What? What am I doing?” I asked, looking around confused. “You’ll be checking up on the Cleatian ruler.” Lotor said again, unamused. “Um…” “To make sure he’s actually on our side.” Acxa clarified, looking at me with a small, unimpressed glare. “Oh- OH- oh I understand now.” I realized while everyone stared at me. “I swear, I’m not as stupid as you think.” I said while getting up to leave and prepare the fighter.

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Finding Forever (M) Pt. 12

Pt 1 Pt 2 Pt 3 Pt 4 Pt 5 Pt 6 Pt 7 Pt 8 Pt 9 Pt 10 Pt 11

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

Rating: M since it’ll eventually have smut

Genre: Fluff, smut, probably some angst

Warnings: depression, cheating, violence, probably some swearing tbh.

Summary: Your divorce is final, and the only thing you can think of is escaping from the life you used to share with your ex-husband, Yoongi. At the urging of your best friend Jimin, you buy a house and move out to the little seaside town he’s living in. For a while you almost regret the decision, thinking your life could never open up to someone again, until a chance meeting with Jungkook has you thinking otherwise.

A/N: Final chapter guys! enjoy!

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hey guys! i’ve been reading quite a few fics that don’t get the recognition they deserve and that i would definitely recommend to everyone!! here are a few of them:

But Please, Don’t Bite by shyserious:  “Melodic little jingle sounded from a bell hanging over the doorframe and warm indoor air curled heavily around his shivering body for the first time in months. Harry suddenly felt a sting in the corners of his eyes and had to force down a broken sob. Fuck, he was a mess. Such a mess. He had to focus.” words: 74k, WIP

Please Remember Me Once More by peachyzain:  Everything has gone to shit, as in most of the UK has been destroyed by the corrupt government and nobody can be trusted. Louis and Zayn are partners in crime armed with devilish good looks, quick wit, and actual weapons. Liam is a guarded badass with a soft spot for one particular boy. Niall is a box of giggles and dick drawings, and a surprising amount of knowledge. Harry is a particularly affectionate boy with no memory of a life before Louis found him in the woods. words: 58k, complete

Emperors New Clothes by sunsetmog: The fact that Louis’s most precious belonging was a cat with a face like thunder and an uncanny ability to cover every single inch of Louis’s clothing with cat hair was something that Louis chose not to think about too much.or: Harry’s a pop star and Louis isn’t, and there’s a non-disclosure agreement where there used to be a relationship. words: 64k, WIP

Broken Boundaries by guccipriano: (READ TAGS!) Harry is the youngest recruit the Academy has ever seen. Godlike reflexes and hawk eyes make him a natural gunner assigned to fly the futuristic ship with technology so advanced it’s still classified. But it takes a two-man crew and Harry, the lone wolf, must have a partner.On his first day he meets Tomlinson, the most dangerous man at the Academy. The ice blue eyes and scarred face of the older cadet aren’t enough to scare Harry. Nor are the rumors that Tomlinson killed his last partner. But when he finds out they are to be a team, his anxiety starts to mount.Tension climbs to a breaking point when Tomlinson informs him that in order to fly the Needle he and Harry must have their bodies pressed together in a dance of sensual intimacy that makes the sexually straight Harry angry and uncomfortable. Tomlinson must master Harry completely and break down his physical and emotional boundaries. The only thing that will keep them alive is their partnership—any space between them means certain death. words: 76k, complete

I’m in Trouble Deep by allthelivelonglarry,helenahjay, sammie4jones, scrufflecake:  Louis has been nothing but clear with Harry from day one. “Don’t fall for me,” he said, eyes bright and dancing, fingers in Harry’s belt loops tugging him forward even as his words pushed him away. “I’m not your happily ever after.” words: 33k, complete

Mute by TroubledProHow is love supposed to speak, when one can’t even choke out the words?
Louis’ life was a joke through his witty words.
Harry’s life was a joke through his lack of words.
Louis was classed as a normal child; mentally and physically.
Harry was classed as an abnormal child; mentally and physically.
Louis could speak.
Harry could not.
Harry had progressive mutism.
Louis did not.
words: 122k, complete

Run Until You Feel Your Lungs Bleeding by whisperingwind: Harry’s hands tremble, carelessly ripping each of his paintings, one by one, until his studio is littered with not only remnants of his masterpieces, but his despondency. “You don’t love me.” he accuses, tugging on the roots of his hair. “You never loved me. You pity me! And to make it worse, you told everyone that you pity me! You promised you would never…” his voice fades as soon as his cries intensify.Louis can’t manage to say anything. His eyes wander, gazing over each item that once made Harry happy, and he shakes his head. Harry spent years building the ambiance of his studio and it’s been destroyed in mere minutes, thanks to him. “Harry I…no, that isn’t true. Whatever you think you heard, I swear to god isn’t true. I care about you more than - ”“Get out!” Harry screams, pointing to the door. His chest heaves with sobs. “You said it doesn’t matter that I can’t walk. You said I’m the most incredible person you’ve ever laid eyes on. Why did you lie to me?"Or, Harry is an angry, starving artist isolating himself from the rest of society due to his disability. Louis is a pop-star pretending he doesn’t care about anything, but when it comes to Harry, he cares too much. words: 49k, WIP

Little Technicolor Things by tekhnicolor:  Louis is a poor writer and recent university graduate, depressed, anxious, and living in London when he meets Harry, an artist with a secret who likes to paint sunrises and pretty boys from California. words: 71k, wip

Behind My Eyelids are Islands of Violence by whisperingwind:  Harry has epilepsy. No matter what time it is or where he’s to be located, Louis will always come running. words: 122k, complete

Connoisseurs of Comfort by sky_reid:  louis has only really had his flat to himself for a few weeks when liam knocks on the door and brings him a new flatmate. this one turns out to be a bit different though. words: 45k, complete

Big Boob Girl Problems (the real deal)

I just read a little thingy with big boob problems… sure they apply but they’re not the things that are problems for us. I think I can speak for big boobed girls because I have 36 DDD. (Or better known as hell in a bra level 1)

Real problems

  • Finding cute bras that fit properly (biggest problem is spillage and having it properly fit around which is why for some I’m a 34 and others 36… I don’t think they really get us)
  • Laying down… boobs in your face is not fun… especially when they’re your own
  • During foreplay everyone thinks that playing with your boobs is amazing (no… I see them enough… bump them into everything… I would prefer you ignored them)
  • Hitting them into everything… which equals boob pains
  • Back and neck pains … and if you don’t have on the right bra bra strap pains 
  • Finding shirts that look nice without revealing everything or tenting over the rest of you. (almost impossible)
  • Being asked if they’re real (which the next question is can I touch… no … fuck you…. she can though)
  • Hearing every female say I wish I had bigger boobs and crying inside because you only want smaller boobs
  • sweaty boobs (summer without baby powder= a bad day)
  • Everything finds it’s way in there (i don’t even know how… my niece’s fucking sticker fell off her and on my boob and it took us forever to find it)
  • Losing money, phones or various other objects in your bra depending on where it migrates (and then having someone else tell you it’s there)
  • Did I mention back pain
  • Never understanding why other girls would pay for your sorrow 
  • Every lover you have remembers your breast as pillows
  • Always wanting to weigh your boobs
  • Finding out that 10-20 lbs of your weight is your boobs
  • Running without something strapping them down sucks (a. the movement makes it feel like they’re being ripped off your chest b. holding them down you look dumb c. letting them go you look dumb)
  • People with normal boobs always suggesting that you try to hard to flaunt your boobs not realizing that the shirt that fits you best everywhere else  won’t stay button all the way up … you’re not trying to do that.
  • People ignoring your great ass because the boobs have more of a magically quality (unless they see the ass first ;) lmao)
  • Neck pains
  • back pains
  • How they move without a bra … ugh
  • All of your friends are used to grabbing, hand weighing, laying on, or just setting their hands on them… and you are too. (the dirty looks we are given)
  • Ever girl with small boobs joking about stealing your boobs and laughing when you say if you pay I’ll do it … they never do… EVER
  • Praying for smaller boobs
  • NECK AND BACK PAINS
  • Being smothered by own boobs 
  • Getting sauce on your boobs and licking it off becomes normal at home 
  • Having to admit to weird shit you do because of your boobs 
  • Looking directly down you cannot see your stomach, vagina or feet… and having to push them back for a glimpse. 
  • Hugs are always awkward.
  • Talking to men sucks because you’re not sure if they attracted to you or your boobs… or are even listening
  • Fear of tits to your ankle when you get old

I don’t know…. I can’t think of all of them but this is a lot of them. Big boobs are not awesome. They’re a burden. Don’t get fake boobs…

The Stupidity Continues

Note: Long read. I’m highly annoyed over how Sasuke, Sakura, and their relationship is challenged by idiots after so many months. 

How many months have passed since Naruto ended? Why can’t people get it through their head that Sasuke loves Sakura and only her? That Sakura’s love for him didn’t destroy her character? That they were meant to be since the very beginning because Kishimoto wanted it to be that way?

There’s too much stupidity in this world and the number one target of said stupidity tends to be Sasuke. These..morons can’t stop bitching about Sasuke and insist on portraying him as a monster. He’s not! Sure he did stupid things as a teenager, but he obviously came around and took it upon himself to find himself and better himself. He returned to Konoha, to Sakura, to everyone as a man with his head on his shoulders. Sasuke became someone who was worthy of Sakura’s love and Naruto’s friendship. 

Let’s address Sasuke’s love towards Sakura and their relationship. The romance in Naruto was subtle. It was never going to be shoved into everyone’s face and spoon fed to the readers. The missions Team 7 went through made Sasuke and Sakura work together, learn to respect each other, and see that there was something there, whatever it was, that went beyond a crush and comradeship. 

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please know that i loved you 
wholly, utterly, consumingly 

i loved you when you were broken 
when you were throwing up with the stink of booze clinging to your throat 
curled up miserably in a train seat with empty hands 
and even when you wouldn’t get out of bed, having covered yourself in depression and blankets and the refusal to shower 

i have always loved you despite everything
(i wish i was a better sister.
i wish i loved you for your faults, not in spite of them 
but i am only human 
and my own faults are tearing me in half)

and ultimately, 
i don’t know why. 

blood goes a long way 
i guess

i cannot love you any longer 
because my love turned me into a giver 
and you have, at heart, forever been a taker 
you took and took and took 
until i had nothing left to give 

you are scraping clawed hands at the emptied end of an abyss
trying desperately to find something else 
a dreg of myself left over for you to consume 
but i am hollow 
and you were not made to fill

i loved you 
please know that 

because i have stopped giving 
and you only love me when you can take.

—  i am a hollow lover, hands open as my heart // H.S.
“I’ll always look out for you.” A Stiles Stilinski One Shot.

Maybe have part2 set like a year or two later and she comes back to beacon hills because one of her grandparents past away so she goes for the funeral and to stay with the other one and stiles sees her or something, or maybe stiles is in trouble so derek tracks her down because he knows that shes secretly a supernatural thing and is the only one to safe him or instead or derek have malia find her?


Part 1. 

I changed it up a bit, I hope that’s fine! I am so sorry this took forever to write! 

You were humming along to the song that was currently playing from your phone, as you pulled out clothes from the dryer, folding them nicely as you thought about Stiles like you always did when you had nothing to occupy your mind with. You pulled out a pair of jeans getting ready to fold them when you felt something in the back pocket. Stunned, you pulled out a crumbled piece of paper, tears forming in your eyes when you realized what it was. You threw the jeans on the floor, not caring that they were clean. Gently you unfolded the paper, looking at the smiling faces. It was you and Stiles at a swing set, it was obvious that the two of you were having fun. Stiles was completely bent over, his face facing you, you had your hand covering your mouth, trying to hold back the laughter.  You felt a tear slip just as the doorbell rang. You wiped it away as you opened the door, stopping dead in your tracks when you saw the person in your doorway. His dark hair and dark eyes, dark clothes. Everything was as you remembered it. 

“Derek?” You asked in disbelieve. He smiled, but it was obvious that he was in a hurry. 

“It’s about Stiles.” He said. You swallowed the lump in your throat as you nodded and opened the door signaling for him to come in. 

Stiles’ Point Of View. 

He let his fingers wander over the steering wheel, trying to block out the sound of Theo’s voice, when Theo mentioned the smell of smoke. Stiles didn’t get the chance to react before his world was literally flipped up side down. He landed on his back in a broken jeep, when he felt himself being pulled out. Surprised and confused, Stiles looked around before he looked up, his eyes locking on someone he never thought he should see again. He couldn’t form words, the sight of her made him numb. Tears were running down her cheeks as she bent down and caressed his face, he grabbed her hand in his, making sure what he saw was real and not some sick and twisted dream. 

“You’re here.” He whispered, shock obvious in his voice. She let out a soft giggle. 

“Yeah. Yeah I’m here Stiles. A little bird told me you might be in danger.” You whispered back, stroking his cheek trying to get some of the blood off. 

“Why?” He whispered, scared that if he spoke too loud you’d disappear. 

“Don’t you remember what I wrote? I’ll always look out for you.” You said, as he wiped away another tear. 

Just realized while cleaning up my harddrive that there’s a bunch of, quite frankly, totally random Musketour photos I never posted! So I’ll just pack them all in one post, as they don’t really deserve posts of their own.

The tragic crossroads in the middle of freakin’ nowhere! (Thank god for Google Maps. Don’t know what we’d do without it.) The church where d’Artagnan and Constance married is right next to it, by the way, but unfortunately, it’s permanently closed and can’t be visited. 😞

The basement chapel! The altar wasn’t there the first time we were there, so it was a nice surprise. While inwe-k took one for the team and drew our guide’s attention, I snuck off to take some pictures. 😋

The ambassador’s hideout! They used this place in eps 3 and 4, though one side was heavily greenscreened as you can see (well, considering they blew it up - not surprising). Some acrobatics involved in getting these pictures (which I don’t want to elaborate on 😝), but not really a lot to see there. We went there on a hunch, because I thought it might have been where they filmed the outside scenes, but I had no confirmation, and as it turned out: my hunch was right! 😊

The Court of Miracles! That one was a bit of a surprise - the surprise being I only realized what I’d photographed about 3 months later, I used to think that was filmed somwhere else and only took these pictures to get my photo permit’s money’s worth. In my defense, they did cover it up pretty good on the show!

The stairs of death! Such a random set. Took me forever to find it and as you can see, the side d’Artagnan comes in through was greenscreened again.

The Huguenot church! There was an exhibition going on when we were there, which was a bit unfortunate, so some of the windows were blocked out and the security kept changing their minds on whether I was allowed to take pictures or not, so I kept getting yelled at and then told to go on and take some in alternating 5-minute-intervals. Other than that: nice church! 😄

Two Truths & A Lie - Chapter 11

Well, if anyone knew how to make me feel like shit about myself, it was Harry Styles. For the rest of the day, and the day after that, and even the day after that, I was tormented by the fact that I really had treated him like he was a complete asshole. To be fair, for a while, he was. It took him forever to warm up to me, but as soon as he did, I became the asshole. But I was only being cautious because he was an asshole before. Gosh, everyone was an asshole.

It didn’t matter how I went about explaining it to myself - I officially felt horrible. He was attempting (in a very odd way) to make friends. The least I could do was find him a decent date for Homecoming, and with just two days left before the dance, I needed to move fast. Oh, don’t hate me. It was part of my personality - helping people all the freakin’ time. Instead of trying to suck girls into a “Harry Styles” themed conversation and determine how worthy they were to be Styles’ date, I resorted to just flat-out asking who had a date and who didn’t. When a girl told me she had yet to be asked to the dance, my next question was, “Have you ever started a rumor about dating Harry Styles?”

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Indecent Jobs- Michael

Michael: Porn Star

Warning: contains some smut

The day you met Michael was probably one of the funniest days you’ve ever had the pleasure to experience. After a productive day of shopping, you decided to stop by Starbucks to regain some energy. You sat down at your booth, and as you sipped your coffee, you noticed a group of four boys about your age looking your way and whispering to one another. You giggled to yourself, they were really cute, and looked slightly flustered when they noticed you looking back.

After what seemed like a short and heated discussion, you saw a flaming red haired boy stand up, his cheeks slightly pink, and start walking towards you while two of his friends high fived each other and smirked, and the other blonde boy looked utterly confused.

“Hi, my name’s Michael” He introduced himself, holding out his hand to you, you smiled, and shook his hand with your small delicate one. His palm was slightly sweaty, a bit gross but nevertheless cute, he was nervous.

“Y/N” you replied, not breaking the eye contact, earning an awkward giggle from him, as he rubbed the back of his neck with his other hand. You noticed his sleeve lift up a little to reveal his inked inner bicep, you liked it.

“Excuse me Y/N, but, have we met? I have this strong feeling of having seen you somewhere else before” he asked you too quickly, and you couldn’t help the laugh that rolled off your tongue.

“PornHub maybe?” You replied, raising an eyebrown, and that’s when it dawned on him. At first his face lost all colour, and the he flushed a bright red, staring at you with both eyes and mouth wide open

. “Oh… OH! OH MY GOD! OH GOD THIS IS EMBARASSING! HOW DID I NOT? OH MY GOD!” He tried to keep his voice at normal volume, but you could tell it had gone a couple of pitches higher, and you giggled to yourself again.

“I see you are a fan” You said seductively. “Sit down Mikey” He nodded eagerly and sat down, mouth pursed shut, and eyes wide open. His cheeks now matched his hair. You couldn’t help thinking to yourself how cute he looked when he was embarrassed, and much you wished you could lean forward and kiss him to calm him down.

“You probably think I am a pervert now” He told you laughing awkwardly, avoiding eye contact.

“Nah, it’s my  job I’m used to the idea of men doing naughty things because of me, but I didn’t know cute guys like you did It too” You brushed it off, and flirted with him mercilessly, watching his eyes widen at your words, and struggle to find an adequate reply. You got punk rock star Michael Clifford flustered, it was a great feeling “. It’s not every day I get to meet one of my favourite musicians by the way. Could you sign this page for me?” You asked him with puppy eyes, pushing your notepad towards him on the table. He picked up your pen, and looked at you, ripping a page out.

“Only if you sign this for me, after all, it’s not every day a man gets to meet his favourite porn star.” He told you, wiggling his eyebrows at you. You laughed, and signed each other’s paper. You flirted and talked for a bit, exchanging phone numbers and a few awkward comments about your profession. Soon after it was time for the guys to leave, Michael reluctantly got up from the chair in front of you, and bent over the table, his lips brushing your ear slightly sending chills down your spine.

“Maybe one day we can make our own movie” He whispered, and with that he left, leaving you flustered for the first time in a very long time. For the rest of the night, the boys teased Michael, and also cheered for him, and demanded to know absolutely everything, just like a group of teenage girls gossiping.

After a while, your relationship with Michael started to develop, but although you both liked each other, and had an open type of relationship, you had yet to make the move to become an official couple. This was partly because the fans disapproved of you finding out about your job almost immediately after you were seen with him at Starbucks, but also partly because of your profession. You knew you couldn’t have a relationship with Michael, if you spent most of your day having sex with other men.

It drove him crazy. At first he would watch your movies just to get off on them, for the sake of seeing you, for seeing what he wanted to see, and he thought it was hot. He loved seeing your naked body doing naughty things on screen, your lips around someone’s member, imagining it was him. He loved seeing you in all those stupid outfits you were asked to wear. He loved hearing your voice as your moans echoed in his earphones, his stare fixated on your image on the screen, his dick held tightly in his hand, as he stroked himself, at first gently, slowly, and then catching up speed until he felt his own release.

 But the more he got to know you, the more attached he became, and he started getting jealous. Your movies would no longer turn him on, they would make his insides churn, and his veins burn with jealousy and fury, but he would torture himself watching them, over and over again, even if it ended with him screaming at his screen in frustration. He felt as if you were cheating on him, when in reality, you weren’t, because he didn’t have the courage to ask you out. He couldn’t stand the idea of other men touching you where he had touched you, or kissing you the way he kissed you, or doing to you the things he had done to you. And then, inevitably, came the insecurities. You had sex with men with huge… you know, for a living. You had sex with professionals, how would he ever be good enough? He looked nowhere near as good as those tall men with their toned tanned bodies.

So that’s why you quit. You showed up at Michael’s house one Thursday afternoon, and as soon as he opened the door you engulfed him in a hug, burying your head in his chest, pushing him in the house, as you took in his scent. He wrapped his arms around you, smiling at your sudden physical affection display.

“I quit” You whispered into his neck. His eyes opened wide, he couldn’t believe what he was hearing.

“You what?” He asked you although he had heard you already the first time, his voice a pitch higher in excitement.

“I quit Mikey, I quit! I have my real name back. I am Y/N Y/L/N again!” You told him, almost squealing.

“But… why?”

“I love you Michael. I want to be with you. I want a serious relationship with you. So I quit. I will need to find a new job, and a new place to live but-“

“Come live with me. Don’t worry about the job. We will figure that out. Just come live with me” He offered, almost begging you, and you nodded, smiling at him widely.

 He closed the door, and pushed you against it roughly, he grabbed hold of your thighs, and you jumped, wrapping your legs around him. His mouth crashed into yours, kissing you passionately and hungrily, his hands roaming your body. One of his hands shifted down to his jeans, unclasping the belt, and pushing them down along with his underwear. You could feel his hard length on your thighs, making you moan loudly with desire into the kiss.

Michael gently brushed his hand along your underwear, feeling how wet it already was, and moving it aside. Without a warning, he slammed into you, taking you right there and then, not giving you time to adjust. You screamed his name and tugged at his colourful hair, bouncing as he pushed himself into you, becoming a moaning mess himself. He bit your shoulder, leaving a mark, and you threw your head back and moaned at the mixture of the pain, and the feeling of Michael inside of you, hitting you in all the right places.

  His thrusts became sloppier, as he reached his high, his voice lower and rougher than usual. He climaxed inside of you, his hot load filling you up. He smiled to himself as you reached your high immediately after because he knew he would be the only one who ever got to do this again. And sure, the hate was bad, the insults got to you sometimes, but Michael didn’t care, he had you, and you had given up your job to be with him, he didn’t need any other proof to show him you loved him. As far as it concerned the both of you, you would forever be the happy Mr. and Mrs. Clifford.

Okay, I will be doing this for the other boys. This is my first time writing smut, so don’t be too judgemental please! I hope you enjoy it, because it took me forever to write. I do apologize if any of you find this topic uncomfortable, please forgive me, but this is only fiction after all.

anonymous asked:

how do u like your new phone? can u post ur thoughts/review on iphone 7 :>

i switched from the samsung galaxy s5 so this will affect my experience so far obviously! if you have a different phone etc, some things probably won’t apply

  • everything is super fast
  • the home button was really strange at first! but i’ve since gotten used to it
  • i don’t have an i7 case atm since it’s so new, so i’m using my friend’s i6s case and it nearly fully blocks the camera  - so you most likely can’t use your old cases if you’re switching up from a 6/6s
  • not really a fan of the new ios 10 design for some apps like music - i would switch back to spotify but apple music is like half the price + has more k-pop and k-indie
    like seriously why is the now playing screen so huge and why can’t we make it smaller
  • also why aren’t the notifications grouped together
    i made the mistake of turning on ig notifications and its so spam
  • tbh the headphone jack isn’t a big deal for me since i rarely ever charge my phone and listen to music at the same time
  • still getting the hang of 3d touch
  • the only thing i really miss about my samsung is that i could customise the control center with whatever i wanted, i wish apple did the same so i could remove irrelevant shortcuts i never use
  • TOUCH ID WORKS SO WELL i’m v impressed
  • the apps are sooo clean 
  • snapchat and snow work so much better and faster, they would usually either crash or heat my s5 up a lot 
  • imessage is great but it took me forever to find out how to use the new effects
  • the camera is super good in low light!! PLUS THE FRONT CAM IS SOOO NICE (i remember when i had an iphone 4s and the back cam was 8mp…. the i7 front cam is 7mp omg)
  • i’m not sure if i’m a pleb because apparently a lot of phones can do this but i only just discovered you can take photos when you’re recording!!!
  • basically i’m happy :~)