well this popped into my head when i saw the pic so

*What’s Her Username?* Peter Parker x Reader


Summary: The Avengers have heard a lot about Peter’s girlfriend, Y/n. They want to meet the girl that Peter is crazy for, but first they must stalk her social media.

Word Count: 1084

Notes: This is probably very poorly written and I’m sososo sorry about that but tysm for requesting such a cute fic!

Status: Unedited.

Tags: @f-b-a-w-t-f-t and @momosakaki-san because they write some of the best peter fics that i have ever read!

Originally posted by randombitsoffandom

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Originally posted by life-is-so-unpredictable6

Warnings: None

Request: Can u do more cute imagines on stage with yn

I wasn’t sure how you wanted the imagine to go exactly but I hope this is good enough, Enjoy! 

Heavy breathing and loud screams. It’s a familiar sound now. 

I’ve been to so many of his concerts that coming just seems to be a second nature. It’s different then it was a few years ago though. Back then, I only saw him once every few years when he would put on a show, and I would usually only be seeing him from a far distance. He didn’t even know I existed. 

But now, my whole world has flipped upside down and as I stood from the wings, watching Justin and his dancers parade around on stage, I couldnt help but look at all the other screaming fans, reaching out for something so small, as simple as a graze of his shoe. 

I used to be like that, before I met him for real.

I remember it so vividly. The day it was absolutely pouring rain and I still had a good 2 miles to walk. I remember sneezing from the cold raindrops that trickled down my skin, leaving me to deal with an ongoing flu the next day. But I also remember seeing the black, tinted SUV pulling up beside me. 

At that moment my heart nearly stopped, and I was readying myself to run if needed. I really thought I was about to be kidnapped when the door to the SUV swung open, but gee was I glad stayed when I did. 

My idol stood in front of me, a concerned look on his face as he glanced at me, then up at the dark grey clouds above. Star struck, I listened to his words, so simple yet so demanding. “Need a ride? Get in! Where are you headed?” 

And from there it was a long spiral of being strangers, to acquaintances, friends, to love interests. Then finally - becoming official 3 months ago - as boyfriend and girlfriend.

“Get used to me holding you. Get used to me woeing you. Oh! get used to it…” The last line was sung. Justin’s jumping stopped as he ended in position, the crowd’s screams only just beginning to pick up.

“Thankyou all so much for coming tonight.” He announced breathlessly into the mic. “Don’t go anywhere guys, we’ll be back in 10!” 

And then he and the dancers ran off stage for a quick break. Justin immediately grabbed ahold of me, smiling like a fool under his head mic. “How am I doing?” 

After handing him his water bottle and wiping down his forehead with a towel as he gulped it down, I smiled and said, “Absolutely amazing baby. You always do great.” while rubbing his sweaty but masculine arms. It’s crazy to think that I have one of the worlds biggest popstars, as well as my dream guy, wrapped right around my finger. Just as well as I am with him.

“Let’s take a snap before you have to go back out.” I exclaimed, removing my phone from the pocket of my jeans.

“”Okay. But it’s only going to your family right?” And here we go again. Justin has been trying to keep our relationship a secret ever since we got together. At first it seemed to just be a privacy thing, so we could enjoy a little time to ourselves before going public to the world, but its been 3 months, and It honestly feels a little as if Justin is embarrassed to be seen in a relationship with me.

I mean, I’m definently not the most attractive girl, and I don’t have a model body either. I’m short, with a little belly. I can barely do my makeup for shit and not to mention, I’m not famous. In the end, I’m just a fan. 

“Oh- uh. Y-yeah. Of course.” I stutted in a failed attempt to hide my disappointment.

Justin’s face fell, eyes wondering over me in a concern. “You okay baby girl?”

“Yeah, yeah. Just forget it. Don’t worry about the snap. You gotta go out there soon and Scooter wants to talk to you.” 


“Go. Scooter’s waiting.” I pushed. I honestly just wanted to be left alone for a little bit, and pushing him away for a while was really the only way I was going to get that.

Justin hesitated and compelled but with some tugging and pushing, I got him over to Scooters side and walked away.

Justin’s POV

“Your doing great Kiddo.” Scooter began, looking down at the show plan in his hand, he hadn’t even realised that Y/N had practically dragged me over here, to busy caught up making sure everything was going according to plan.

“Yeah thanks Scoot.” I rushed. “Hey, do you know what’s up with Y/N?”

“Y/N? No. She was fine earlier.” Scooter answered, glancing up towards me. “Why?” 

“She just seemed like she was in a bit of a shit mood. Or something was making her uncomfortable.”

“Well did something happen?” He asked, crossing his arms over his chest.

“No…I mean…I don’t think so?” I questioned. “I don’t know.” I sighed. “We were talking about the show, and then all of a sudden she asked if we could take a snap before I went back out. Then after that she just suddenly said she didn’t want to do it anymore and that I should talk to you before I go back out.” I explained.

“Okay…” Scooter trailed off “Did you say anything before that?”

“No, just that we could take a pic, just as long as she only sends it to her friends and family. No one else.”

That’s when Scooters face lit up in recognition, a sigh leaving his lips. 

“Justin, I honestly don’t know how so many girls love you. You are so oblivious.” Scooter joked.

“What?” I questioned. 

“Justin, did it ever occur to you that maybe Y/N’s feeling a little insecure?”

 “Insecure? About what. She’s perfect, there’s nothing to be insecure about.”

“Maybe not to you but to her…” Scooter explained. “Justin, she’s a wemon - a girl. Shes gonna need constant confident boosters and reminders that she is beautiful because otherwise after a while, the confidence she has will just wither away. And you holding back on telling everyone about your relationship is probably starting to affect her. She probably thinks you don’t want to be seen with her.”

“But that’s not true at all.” 

“But she dosen’t know that.” Scooter stated. 

“Well then…what do I do?” I ask hysterically. Scooter only shrugs and pats me on the shoulder. “That’s for you to figure out Kiddo. Your on in a minute.”

And with that, he walked over to pep up the dancers.

1 minute seconds, that gives me 60 seconds to think of something. C’mon Jay THINK!

Then, a brilliant idea pops in my head. And not only for Y/N’s sake, but i think for the crowds entertainment as well. Guess there’s gonna be one less lonely girl tonight.



I sighed, looking out at the stage. “JUS-TIN…JUS-TIN…JUS-TIN!” the crowd chanted in anticipation. He was soon to go on, and the only thing I was feeling was self-conscious. I didn’t mean to push Justin away like that but I just can’t be around him when I get like that. I don’t like him seeing me sad, it makes him sad, and he needs to be in a good mood for the remaining part of this night.


The name was smooth but rushed as he voiced it from a small distance. Quickly, I straightened up and planted a fake smile on my face, awaiting Justin’s arrival.

“Hey baby, aren’t you supposed to be getting ready?”

“I need to show you something.” He ignored my question.

“Now?” I ask in confusion. Justin only nods and grabs a hold of my hand, mumbling “C’mon.” 

Scooters voice suddenly began echoing throughout the backstage arena, the dancers all running forward towards the wings of the stage. “Alright, where on in 3! 2! 1!”

And then the music began. Light strumming of a guitar. Wait? This isn’t right. the next song should of been trust. This is one less lonely girl…

“Justin, what’s going on?”

But to no avail. All he did was send a wink my way, then began to sing through his head mic, slowly making his was on stage with a firm grip on my hand.

“There’s gonna be one less lonely girl, One less lonely girl, There’s gonna be one less lonely girl,One less lonely girl! How many I told you’s and start overs…”

While He progressed on stage, his grip around my hand tightened as I struggled to pull away. “What are you doing?” I whispered.

I watched as the dancers ran around on stage, planting a stool in the middle.

Justin lead me further and further until I was in sight of every screaming fan. The cheers made my head dizzy and the attention made my body weak but with Justin here, everything seemed to refocus and seem alright. 

Justin smiled and placed me on the stool in the center of the stage, continuing to sing the current verse of one less lonely girl, what in the world was the boy doing?

“Saw so many pretty faces before I saw you. Now all I see is you! No, no, Don’t need these other pretty faces like I need you, And when you’re mine in the world - There’s gonna be one less lonely girl!”

He moved his body from singing towards the crowd, to directing the song towards me. Running his hand down my body and face in a sentimental way, love shining through his eyes.

He continued the lyrics to his old but popular song, half way through helping me off the stool to where he cradled me in his arms and began slow dancing with me, his arms locked around me, pushing my head into his chest.

Then the song began to come to an end, and he stopped moving. Looking me directly in the eyes with his arms stretched slightly, cupping my cheeks. Honey eyes radiating with nothing but love. 

“If you let me inside your world! There’s gonna be one less lonely girl….” Then in a raspy and low voice, he mumbled, “You shawty” Before connecting his lips to mine. 

And although we were accompanied by thousands of people screaming in shock, it was as if no one else was in the room but us. 

The kiss lasted a few seconds at least, before he finally pulled away, pulling me into his side and waving off towards the crowd with a smile.


anonymous asked:

RFA reaction when MC doesn't come back home because she was drunk with her friends. If it's roo much can you only do Zen and Jumin? Love you so much btw you're such an inspiration ♡♡

~Thank you so much, sweetheart!!! ^^ Love you, too! 

◉ Yoosung 

  • He sighed when he realized your phone must be dead 
  • Went through a whole pizza and various snacks as he sat up waiting for you and watching the door 
  • Eventually it got so late that he assumed you must be staying with your friends, you’d never come home at this hour 
  • As soon as you walked in the door he appears from the kitchen in his apron 
  • A slight frown on his face and a mug of coffee in his hands 
    • “I was really worried! I tried to call you…” 
  • He let out a huge sigh of relief and dropped his shoulders before handing you the mug
    • “I’m so sorry…I guess I drank too much and before I knew it I had passed out on the couch.” 
  • The smell of the coffee made your stomach flip and Yoosung must have read your expression with ease 
  • He pulled you into a brief hug and rubbed your back with a laugh
    • “Well, I had a whole speech planned…but I’m thinking this hangover you’ve got is punishment enough. Come on, let’s get some food in your belly.” 

◉ Jumin 

  • He starts to freak out a bit when you aren’t home 
  • Of course, he sends his security to investigate where you are 
  • He doesn’t sleep until he knows for sure that you’re safe
  • When they relay back to him that you are still at your friends house, he calms down finally 
    • “She never could hold her liquor well,” Jumin smiles and talks to Elizabeth 3rd before they head to bed 
  • When you wake up you find Driver Kim waiting outside of your friends house for you 
    • “I have some cold water waiting for you in the back, Miss,” Driver Kim shuts the door behind you 
  • You’re expecting a lecture when you get home 
  • But Jumin just smiled and gave you a kiss 
    • “Your hair is a mess, it’s cute. But perhaps a shower is in order?” 
  • You apologize for not coming home or letting him know what was going on 
  • You know he must have been worried 
    • “I’m just glad you are safe. Next time, please remember to call me…” he caressed your cheek, “We have a lot on the agenda for today. We won’t be home until late, and despite how you are feeling I expect you to keep our plans. But first, a shower.” 

◉ Zen 

  • He ended up drinking a bit at home while he waited for you 
  • And the later it got the more he wanted to smoke to calm his nerves 
  • He tried rehearsing his lines to distract himself but he just couldn’t seem to focus 
  • When he called you and it went straight to voicemail he began to panic 
  • Went to the chat to ask Saeyoung for help 
  • After much pleading, Saeyoung tracked you a bit and placed you at your friends house 
    • “Just let her have fun, dude. She’ll be home in the morning.”
  • When you got home you saw a half empty pack of cigarettes on the coffee table 
  • He must have been so worried
  • Zen appeared from the bathroom as he toweled off his hair, his eyes wide when he saw you 
    • “Babe! You’re home! I was just getting ready to go pick you up.”
    • “I’m sorry my phone died. It got so late I just decided to stay the night there,” you hung your bag up near the door.
  • Zen brushed your hair behind your ear and kissed your forehead, remembering what Saeyoung said
    • “It’s alright, I hope you had a good night! Though, if you really want to apologize for making me worry…I know a few ways you could make it up to me,” he winked and kissed you deeply. 

◉ Jaehee 

  • You were never home late like this
  • Jaehee washed the dishes and scrubbed the counters a second time just to keep busy 
  • she found herself fidgeting on the couch
  • She couldn’t even focus on the new Zen DVD she had popped in 
  • Her eyes kept glancing at her phone 
  • When you walked through the door the next morning you found Jaehee passed out on the couch, TV still on and phone in hand 
    • Had she been waiting for you all night?
  • You turned the TV off and grabbed the blanket from the couch, tossing it over her and giving her a kiss on the forehead 
    • “I’m sorry,” you whispered 
  • Her hand grabbed your wrist before you could walk away and you saw her eyes open 
    • “Where were you?” she looked mad for a brief second but her face fell and her eyes were filled with worry 
    • “I didn’t mean to worry you…I didn’t realize how much I drank and I felt it would be safer to stay there for the night…” 
  • She sighed 
    • “You have bags under your eyes.”
    • “Blunt as always, I see,” you laughed. 
    • “I’m too tired to lecture you right now,” she yawned and got up from the couch, “come on, let’s go to bed for a bit longer.”
  • She squeezed your hand in relief 

◉ Saeyoung 

  • He was sitting at his computer desk eating chips when you came home 
    • “I’m back! Hope you weren’t too worried…”
  • You started walking towards his computer desk
    • “Nope! I figured your phone had died so I texted your friend to make sure you were okay. She even sent me some great pics of you passed out on the couch,” he laughed. 
    • “You’re such a liar!”
  • He held his phone up and through it you heard the sound of your own voice, drunkenly singing karaoke at the bar you guys had been to that night
    • “I didn’t know you could sing, this outta get some good hits on youtube”
    • “Don’t you dare!”
  • You tried to wrestle the phone from his hands while shouting for him to delete it 
  • Finally he agreed and let you watch him delete it, but his face turned more serious and he grabbed your hands 
    • “You really have to be more careful, though…I was worried for a bit that something happened to you.”
  • Seeing his face like that made you feel sad that he worried so much
    • “I will, I’m sorry…” you gave him a kiss 
    • “Oh! That was a good start for your apology. Now only 706 more to go,” he smirked and picked you up in his arms 

anonymous asked:

Could you write something based on that new bughead pic of them fixing up the car?? Your stories are so good they are holding me over until October haha

Thankyou! I sure can try!

Jughead shuffled his feet on the Andrews front porch, he could remember a time where he felt comfortable waltzing into the large family home without even knocking, but that was then and this was now, things had changed, people had changed.

Archie answered the door, his hands covered in paint as he rubbed them desperately on his jeans, the red heads eyes widened, it had been four weeks since he had seen Jughead standing beside him at the hospital, he had disappeared after that. Archie just figured it was too much for him, Fred Andrews almost death had been too much for a lot of people, himself included.

“Jughead? Everything okay?” He motioned for the beanieless boy to come in. Jughead followed Archie and sat on the living room couch.

“have you taken up art in the past month?” Jughead asked, his voice teasing but tense.

Archie looked down at his wrecked clothes and paint stained skin, he chuckled lightly.

“This? Nah, dad needs help around the house. Ya know, it makes him feel better to see things done. I let him think he’s the one doing it then when he goes down for his nap I finish it up, pretend he just forgot that he did it.” Archie shrugged his shoulders, scrubbing at the paint in his fingernails.

Jughead felt the familiar stab of guilt, he should be the one helping Fred, after everything that man had done for him, not to mention Archie was his best friend, no matter what he got into he knew Archie would always be his true best friend. Shedding his leather Jacket on the couch, Jughead tied his flannel around his waist

“Well we better get to it, he can’t sleep forever.” Jughead stared evenly at Archie, a wide but cautious smile sneaking onto the quarterbacks face.

“Well alright then.”

Two hours later the entire kitchen was painted minus a few casualties (who needed a blender anyway?) and Archie and Jughead had talked, more like spilled their guts like little girls on the schoolyard. Jughead felt better and he could see the way Archie’s shoulders seemed to be a bit higher. Soon Jughead was back on the porch and Archie was promising to pay him in burgers, the familiar voice of Alice Cooper drew his eyes to the house next door.

“That’s it Polly, just a few more steps left. bed rest? I mean really? I don’t see why they couldn’t just induce you right there. This wait is getting tedious. Never the less there will be no moving from you from this point on” Alice Cooper rambled, leading a very pregnant Polly into the house.

“She’s not home.”

Jughead brought his eyes back to Archie, quirking an eyebrow

“Betty’s never really home anymore, only to sleep and cook. She’s the only reason me and my dad are still alive, she makes us dinner everyday. She also stays super late at Vixen practice, hasn’t missed a game, except for the ones against Southside High because… well you know.” Archie rubbed a hand to the back of his neck, Jughead visibly winced.

It had been four weeks since he’d spoken to her, he wasn’t going to let her get dragged into his business with the Serpents and Southside high kept him ridiculously busy. He didn’t want her to be a part of his dangerous and hectic life. But he missed her.. damn did he miss her.

“Other than that she’s pretty much always fixing up F.ps pickup truck in front of Pops where your dad left it broken down. I’m pretty sure the stupid truck runs like a gem now but she can’t seem to stay out of it, always elbow deep in the engine for hours on end.” Archie sighed “everything thing that happened.. her parents, Polly, her long lost brother? And ya know.. my dad.” He whispered the last part “I think she’s coping in.. Well In her own way. That truck is her anchor.”

Archie had grown surprisingly deep, I guess nearly losing your father would do that to you, Jughead would know.

“I better go.” Jughead started backing away, Archie grabbed him by the arm

“You’re my best friend dude but… be careful okay? I don’t know how much more she can take.” Archie’s voice held a warning but the underlying sadness was also evident. They had all been through so much, too much for teenagers their age. With a heavy nod Jughead made his way to Pops.

She was the first thing he saw, well actually the first thing he saw was the huge green pickup truck parked smack dab in the center of the parking lot, Pop Tate was leaning against the door frame watching Betty, his eyes met Jughead and he smiled.

“Hello son, long time no see.” The older man slapped a hand to Jugheads back when he joined him by the door.

“Yeah, couldn’t stay away from your burgers for long.” He smiled back, his eyes drifting back to the pair of blue jeans sticking out from the hood of the truck.

“I was gonna tow it.” Pops said from beside him “takes up half the damn parking lot but when Betty found out it was your dads she begged me to let her fix it up, your old man left the keys in it and everything. Been like this for three weeks. I just don’t have the heart to make her move it.”
With a final squeeze to Jugheads shoulder Pops went inside promising to be back in a moment, he came back through the front door carrying a milkshake in a to go cup.

“I’m trying to stay “hip” I figured If take out is what the kids want I might as well get a foot in the door.“ Pops nudged Jughead towards Betty and headed back inside leaving the two alone as Jughead held the chocolate shake in his hands.

He stared for a moment more, now wasn’t the time to admire her body but god did he miss holding her and there was no denying how good her curves looked in those jeans. Shaking his head to clear his thoughts Jughead moved over to Betty, she was mumbling under her breath as she twisted a wrench over some metal object, completely oblivious to his presence.

“Did you get her running yet?”

Betty nearly slammed her head into the popped hood, her eyes going wide when she saw the dark haired boy speaking to her, her eyes quickly shifted to the leather jacket snug on his shoulders as she dove back into the car.

“She runs just fine, I’ve been working on the engine, all she really needed were a few new spark plugs. But then I noticed it had a little fluid flooding so I wanted to fix that up before it escalated. And then when I turned the Key in the ignition the check engine light came on and that obviously had something to do with the pressure so I…”

Jughead cut Betty off as he placed a hand over hers inside the hood.

“I’m so sorry Betts.” He whispered.

She turned to him with watery eyes.

“I needed you. Where were you? Where have you been?” She questioned, her voice shaky.

He gently pulled her away from the car leaving his milkshake resting on the side

“I got lost for a bit, I’m still lost but it’s getting clearer. I was looking for a home, for some place where I really belonged, but I missed it. It was right in front of me. You’re my home Betts and .. and I want to come home if you’ll have me.” He knew he was begging but in actuality he would have gotten on his knees if she asked.

But this was Betty Cooper and she didn’t need him to beg, didn’t need him to explain, gripping his hand she pulled him back to the truck

“See right here? Once we get this working the mileage will be so much better and ya know, I’ve kind of been wanting to visit Toledo.” She continued fiddling with the truck but the soft smile on her face let him know what maybe.. maybe they would be okay.

“Yeah Betts, Toledo sounds great to me.”

love.exe | ch 5

Originally posted by beautifulshuas

chapters:  1 / 2 / 3 / 4 / 5

summary: you don’t know what’s wrong, and jun isn’t the same. he wishes he was human, and you wish you knew. but everything gets better eventually, and he feels whole again. wonwoo needs help.

characters: android!jun/female reader, members of svt, members of pristin

genre: angst, hurt/comfort, fluff

word count: 3.0k

a/n: soooo here’s what happens from ur pov. also more angst cause i like torturing yall n it was too much fluff in this story already also im trying to rewire nayoung’s character bc i feel like shes too ooc forgive me ill do it subtly

also i was trying to get this out sooner but i ended up getting headaches and feeling like crap for the last few days so i apologize for that

warnings: cursing, unedited sorry abt mistakes, ya just cursing

Shutting the front door behind you, you walked towards Wonwoo, who was waiting outside his own door.

“Yo.” He greeted, dark sweatshirt still pulled over his tall frame.

“You said you had something to show me?” you asked, looking around for something he might’ve been holding.

He shook his head, grinning bashfully. “Lied about that, sorry. Just wanted to get you out here. Wanted to talk for a little bit.”

You raised your eyebrows. “Okay.”

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[Miraculous Ladybug]: It’s All Hype!

i feel like i’m severely going to regret taking this much on but fuck it, YOLO, im dead inside :))))

in honor of Ladynoir July i’m going to desperately try and do one multi-chapter for every week of the month! so that means this first week i’m going to be using Days 1-7 to make a multi-chapter, and so on and so forth until the month is over. we……..will see how that goes lol

but in the meantime enjoy the first story!

[Day 2: Banter]

Link to Archive of Our Own: [AO3]

Title: It’s All Hype!
Pairings: Ladynoir (Ladybug x Chat Noir), Adrienette (Adrien x Marinette)
Summary: Alya accidentally gets the Internet in a frenzy after announcing that Ladybug and Chat Noir are dating, but the two heroes are adamant about correcting the error and making sure the world knows that they’re just friends. So Alya proposes a staged public break up to set everything right.

In hindsight, she really underestimated how utterly freaking difficult that would be.

Day 1: Patience

“Ah, my lovely Lady, bless our good fortune that I may be able to accompany you home on such a cold Autumn’s night. Perchance the stars may be able to lead us back to your marble palace before dawn.”

Ladybug threw her head back and cackled. “You’re such an idiot, what are you even saying?”

Chat Noir scoffed. “Such a sharp tongue, my Lady. Whatever would your father say? Although, I suppose I could lock this secret away between the two of us should you permit me to seal it with a friendly kiss.”

Ladybug stuck her tongue out. “I’ll seal it with my foot up your nose if you’d like.”

“So not only does that sound impossible, but that sounds like a sinus infection waiting to happen,” he replied. “Do you know where your feet have been? I could catch a disease.”

“The depths of your dramatics are truly unfathomable,” Ladybug deadpanned.

“You know, my best friend tells me the same thing,” Chat Noir wondered. “I was thinking of getting involved in acting. I played a detective once. I was pretty good.”

“You should play a knight or something,” Ladybug suggested. “You know, really play up the whole needless chivalry and romantic waxing that you’re so good at. I mean, you’re getting practice for it right now.”

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Baby, Rock On - ft. Jimin & Hoseok

Summary: Jimin followed the company’s orders about not having a relationship while being an idol, and ended it with you even though he was still in love with you. Everywhere he goes, he gets reminded of you and misses you even more. He’s tried to move on, until you showed up at the dorm one day with, which took him by surprise.

Song: Rock On - Tucker Beathard

Word count: 5695

I guess a Jimin angst, and Hobi fluff


Originally posted by jihope-less

Girl I really did mean it when I wished you the best

“Jimin get away from me!” You slapped his hand away right before it was about to land on your shoulder. He flinched at your loud words, and actions. He was hurt to say the least, he didn’t want to do this, but the company was making him.

“Babe,” he brought his hands to his sides and licked his lips, his eyes were glistening, showing you that he was ready to cry at any minute. “I don’t want to do this.” You could hear the break in his voice, as it became a whisper.

“Then don’t do it Jimin.” The tears were falling down your cheeks, as you used the back of hands to wipe them away. “Tell me to stay Jimin!” You let out a little sob as he shook his head.

“I can’t Y/N.” You turned your head to the side and nodded, then sucking in a great amount of air to hold your tears back a little more. “I wish I could babe, I wish this isn’t how it has to end.” In his 3 years with you, he never thought that he would have to do this. You were both in love with each other, sharing an apartment, motivating each other to chase their dreams. He always told you that you will always be there with him, through thick and thin and not even joining BigHit would make you leave him. That was until they told him he had to get rid of you otherwise he wouldn’t debut.

“I’ll have my things moved out in a few days.” You said it so coldly. You slipped on your jacket, and grabbed your car keys. Jimin was right behind you as you were walking to the door. This was it, this was goodbye.

“I still love you Y/N.” Were his last words to you, as you shook your head and slammed the door. Once you got into your car, you broke down. The love of your life was chasing his dream and you were standing in the way this whole time.

While back inside, Jimin sat on the couch in complete silence with his head in his hands, the tears falling down. He looked up to see all of the pictures you two had taken together, and all of the memories that were created along the way. He wanted you to be by his side for so much longer, but the company wouldn’t allow it. He chose his career over you, and it’s going to haunt him until the day he dies.

Good to hear you’re killing it way out west

You never kept up with Jimin and what he was doing. You would hear his name every now and then on the TV, from talking about music videos to tv shows to radio interviews. But, you always ignored him, and stayed away from listening about him and hearing how he was doing. He promised you forever, and you didn’t receive forever.

In the meantime, you wanted to focus on college even more. You studied as much as you could to get your mind off of him, and after another long 2 years, you finally became a doctor. One of the top students to graduate your class, and you couldn’t be more proud. Your life was just getting started, and even though you were doing it alone, you felt accomplished, and on top of the world.


Jimin always wondered what you were up to everyday. He didn’t have much time to check up on you, but he always thought about you and it made his heart ache even more. What would happen if you two stayed together and he hid you from BigHit? The endless amount of ‘what ifs’ hit him every single day, because he misses you, and is still hopelessly in love you.

While getting his hair done before they went live that night, he was scrolling through twitter when something caught his eye. A university tweeted a picture of their graduates from Med school. He clicked on it because something, or someone looked all too familiar.

And there you were, in your white jacket with your hair pulled back, smiling at the camera. ‘You did it Y/N.’ Jimin thought to himself. All of those night studying at your desk instead of going to bed, all of those nights falling asleep at the library and all of those nights that 2 pots of coffee were consumed, they all paid off.

You got your dream, and he got his.

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house-mate vibes // (k.l imagine)

Anonymous said: Can you do an imagine of you and kians first kiss. Where you and kian are really close friends (maybe roommates idk) and everybody kinda knows you have a thing for each other. Can you make it quite detailed and cute/fluffy but not too much that it’s cringy?

lmk if it’s cringey, I feel like sometimes i write cringy shit unintentionally so lmk

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What Now?


Genre: Angst

Word Count:3416

Description: You and dean have been together for several years. He met you through a friend of his sometime after his career took off. You knew what his career would entail but you did’t know how cold he would become after it. What happens when you guys get in a fight and you both say things you probably shouldn’t? What will you do and where will you go? Read to find out. 

Inspired by: What Now By: Rihanna 

Originally posted by deantheofficial

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Ten Years (Part 4)

Summary: AU. When a major account is on the line at work, reader is forced to revisit some old connections at her ten year high school reunion for a chance at success. Will she let the past consume her, or will she see the future in her grasp?

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader

Word Count: 3,215

Warnings: language, sarcasm, fluff, mentions of past cheating

A/N: I scrapped the original chapter four in favor of this one in which I went a bit overboard. Two more chapters to go, including this one, before the reunion. It’s trying to write itself, I can’t stop it. :) Also sorry if there are errors, I’m super sick rn.

Part: 1 - 2 - 3 - 4 - 5 - 6 - 7 - 8

Originally posted by closer-to-the-edge-of-glory

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Set It Off - the story of trap!mork

If there’s one thing Mork Tuna knows how to do - it’s survive in these streets.

If you’re in some trouble, who ya gonna call? No, not the Ghostbusters bitch. Mork fucking Tuna.

If he doesn’t leave your ass on read receipt first.

~ the most action packed lit ass story of our generation…..based off this dream I just had about mork tuna with some drug money in the strip club. (gifs aint mine but the story sure is)

(I recommend playing Nicki Minaj’s Beez In The Trap for this shit)

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You Do His Makeup


Prompt- could you write one where your boreed or something and you do nialls makeup but like glam girly makeup and he doenst want you to do it but you do it anyway and hes grumpy through out it, id think that will be cute.

~1422 words


“Please baby.” You whined to your boyfriend for the hundredth time. “We can take it off right away.”

Niall groaned and ran his large hand through his soft hair, “(Y/N), babe, the guys will be over soon to watch the game and i really don’t want them coming in when you’re putting all that goop on my face.”

“I promise i’ll take it off right away. Please? I sat here all day watching golf, can i just do it this once?” You cuddled closer to him and gave him your best pleading eyes making him sigh, “Fine. But it better all be off my face by the time they get here.”

Squealing like an excited school girl and got off the sofa and went to gather your makeup. Niall watched you leave the room , he knew he was wrapped around your finger and that no matter how much of a fight he put up it would have happened anyway. He eternally cursed his decision to allow you to do this when you came back with your arms full of palettes, brushes and sparkles galore. “Alright, let’s get started.” You smiled as you sat back on the couch spreading all your stuff out on the coffee table.

Niall turned on the couch cushion so that his arm was resting on the back of the sofa, one leg bent and resting on the cushion between the two of you while the other one rested to the floor. “Good thing you shaved this morning.” You commented as you grabbed the foundation and beauty blender.

“Yeah, now i’m gonna be looking even more like a girl.” He closed his eyes as you worked the foundation into his soft skin, you would have made him wash his face and put on primer but you didn’t want to push it and he wouldn’t have it on for long anyway. “How do you have this on your skin all day everyday.” He asked as he scrunched his cute face when you put the foundation on his nose.

“You get used to it.” You giggled. “Alright let’s go on to eyes.” Niall watched as you grabbed your morphe palette and opened it, he never seen so many shades.

“Why do you have thousands of eye shadow things when this has so many colors.” He asked genuinely confused.

“Because, there is different shades and some are shimmery and some are matte.” You answered and started to put a dark brown color in his crease. “I can’t believe i let you do this to me.” He said grumpily.

“You let me do this because you love me.” You then went to another shade that was lighter and was shimmery.  “My man is going to look so pretty.” You joked.

“Well I better not be looking pretty when the lads come.” Niall warned gently finally opening his eyes when you were finished blending it out. “Can I see what you’re doing to me yet?” He said reaching for his phone but you grabbed his wrist stopping him. “No you can’t look until i’m finished.” You scolded him, putting your pallet down and grabbed you cosmetic glitter to make the eye shadow on his lids a little more glam.

“No. No glitter.” He said pulling away from your hand.

Giving him puppy dog eyes, “Please Ni.” You whined. He gave you pleading eyes, “No one will know babe. Please? For me?” A groan left his lips as he sat up again and closed his eyes allowing you to tap on the cosmetic glitter. “See. It’s not that bad.”

“I haven’t seen it yet.” He grumbled.

After putting simple bar eyeliner on, concealer on his under eyes and did his eyebrows, which again made him cranky you grabbed you contour palette. “Let’s make them cheek bones pop.” You smiled getting the proper bush and started to dust the powder over his cheeks.

“How much does all this stuff cost?” He said looking at all the products on the table. You grabbed his chin and pulled him back so that he was looking at you, “Stop moving. And they all cost something different.”


“What does it matter?” You sighed, exasperated from the constant questioning and grumbles.

“Just curious.”  

“The thing i’m using right now is like fifty dollars.” You answered, referring to contour palette in your hand. His eyes widened, it wasn’t really a problem but Niall would have never guessed that it would cost so much. “Fifty dollars? For some brown dust?”

You couldn’t help but laugh at your boyfriend, “It’s not just ‘brown dust’ babe. But yes fifty dollars.” After you finished the contouring you leaned in and kissed his thin lips. “Now the highlight.” Switching out the contour palette for the highlighter and a fan brush.  Dusting the illuminating powder over his cheekbones, “Look at that glow.” You joked, “Oh, i almost forgot.”

“Please, i don’t want that near my eyes.” Niall complained when he saw you get the mascara.

“Don’t be a baby.”

“Well i’m a baby then, i don’t want that near my eye. You might poke it out.” Rolling your eyes at how over dramatic your boyfriend could be.

“I’m not going to poke your eye out. If you let me do this then we can be done and i’ll never ask you to do this again.”

And with that Niall let out a long sigh, “Fine, but after you put that on I’m taking this all off.”

“Okay.” You smiled and started to unscrew the mascara.

“Better Than Sex?” He read the mascara tube and raised an eyebrow, “Is it really that good?”  

“Shut up Horan.” You giggled, “Look up and don’t blink or else i will poke your eye.” It was a struggle to get him to finally sit still and allow the wand to come anywhere near his face. You felt very accomplished when you were able to get one coat on his thin lashes.

After putting the mascara tube down and looked at your work, you couldn’t help but laugh at how your boyfriend looked, “There all done, you can look now.” Niall took his iPhone out of his pocket and turned on the front facing camera.

“Jesus Christ.” He said looking at his reflection in the phone, he turned his head side to side looking at your work. “This is fucking creepy.” He chuckled.

“Let me take a picture then you can wipe it off.” You said reaching for your own phone to take a picture.

“Alright but please don’t post it, the last thing i need is for the lads or the fans seeing it.”

“I wont post it.” You reassured him, he made faces at your phone as you snapped a few pics before putting down your phone and getting the makeup remover wipes. “I can’t believe you’re making me wash away my beautiful work.”

He took the wipe from you and scrubbed the makeup off his face as you got up to put away everything, “You did a good job beautiful but i never want any of that goop on my face ever again.” You laughed at his remark and kissed his forehead that was damp from the makeup wipe. “Thank you for letting me do it.”


Later that evening you were sitting in the kitchen eating ice cream while Niall and the lads were in the den watching the game but your ears perked up when you heard Deo ask “Niall what the fuck is on your eyelashes?”

“Nothing.” You heard him answer quickly, you didn’t even have to see him to know that he was scrubbing at his eyes.

“Mate, is that mascara?” One of the other lads said.

“No.” Niall said defensively.

“Yes it is.” You heard another say followed by laughter. You felt kinda bad for him but a part of you thought it was so cute how defensive and embarrassed he sounded.  

“(Y/N) was messing about earlier give me a break.” You heard him grumble.

The lads laughed, “Ya let your girl doll you up?” One barked out.  

That’s when you left the kitchen and walked to the den, “Yes he did, and it was very sweet of him to do.” You said walking over to Niall and kissing his lips, “And no you’re not going to see pictures.”

You left the room as Niall’s mates continued to give him a hard time. But you knew you were Niall’s princess so he’d taking some teasing just as long as he knew he made you happy.


Hope you liked it, requests open.

anonymous asked:

prompt- where harry is a famous singer & niall is a famous actor, so one day when they are both on a vacation & walking around (niall is with his cousin) she stops him to take a pic with harry, then harry takes a look at niall (niall is his male crush and he talked about it on an interview and they're both openly gay OK) (niall just waits for his cousin to finish) & gasp & asks him for a selfie and then they compliment each other on their songs and movies, and you can complete it. thank you x

I was worried how this would turn out but I liked it in the end! Thank you!


Deo, one of his closest friends and cousins had been begging for a family trip for a while, but with Niall’s constant busy schedule and everyone else having their jobs to go to day in and day out, they didn’t really have time to get to it as quickly as they wanted to.

But they’ve finally made it, everyone in the same place in Jamaica right smack in the middle of the beach with a little cottage by the water. It’s paradise, and Niall never felt the stress leave him fast enough as he laid out on his beach towel, listening to the waves touch the shore and suck itself back into the never-ending ocean.

He let out a long deep sign, eyes shutting and mind turning off to let it run loose and get lost in the sounds of heaven and the echoes of his family playing and conversing around him. But it didn’t last long, because he felt a small kick beside him, sending some sand to fly onto his body and towel. He blinked his eyes opened again, wincing at the unforgiving sun beaming down onto his body and making him move his hand up to block it. He could see whoever it was now, and noticed it was Anna, his cousin from Australia.

She had come down with her family as well, everyone deciding if this was going to be a big trip, everyone needed to show up. They did, a long, long plane ride, but they showed up with the biggest smiles on their faces, giving tight and lingering hugs as greetings.

Niall hasn’t really talked to her, throughout the years of his life he has maybe met her twice. Even when he pops in Australia for his promo and premieres for his movies, his schedules are so hectic he can barely get to a cafe for a relaxing cup of coffee.

But here they are now, together and staring each other right in the face. So he smiled and sat himself up, welcoming her.

“Anna! Holy shit haven’t seen you in forever, how’s it been?” He asked, watching as she chuckled and shrugged her shoulders.

“A lot has happened, and you’ve been getting all famous and such…wanna go for a walk a little ways down the beach? Catch up?” That sounded like a perfect thing to do, and Niall didn’t hesitate to hoist himself onto his feet, grabbing at his white t-shirt beside him to shrug it on. She had on a white frilly dress that hugged her curves perfectly, and it looks like she’s lost weight since the last time he saw her.

They walked silently for a little bit, letting the hot sand sooth the bottoms of their feet. Anna had decided to move down the beach to splash in the water, letting her feet get soaked as she kept a steady pace with him. He asked about her life, how it was going, and by the time they were ten minutes into their walk he had found out she was engaged and was planning a wedding for next summer, making him congratulate her till she was blushing red.

“So, tell me a bit about your life…I’m sure it’s a lot more interesting than mine!” She had gushed when the conversation died down, and he almost wanted to sigh at her comment, because of course she was thinking her life was irrelevant, now that he was a big superstar in the movie business.

“You getting engaged is amazing Anna, I definitely don’t have stuff like that happening right now!” He encouraged her, eyes moving down to stare at his toes that dug into the sand at every step he took. “It’s just busy days and nights, I’ve had fun though, love traveling and meeting new people.”

Niall didn’t really like talking about himself, because he hated the way the light in peoples eyes grew dull and lifeless, like they were realizing how shit their lives were compared to his. It was something they couldn’t control, and Niall saw it too much and he was done putting people down.

He gets enough praise in his life anyways.

“Oh my god.” That was Anna’s answer, and he kind of just shrugged, not really understanding what she meant but still agreeing half-heartedly. Maybe she was wanting him to go on with his stories, or was mad that he was acting as if his life wasn’t that important.

“I mean, I’d rather hear about what date you were planning for your wedding. I’d love to come, definitely.” His mind whispered for him to change the subject, moving his head up to give her a smile but getting even more confused at her shocked expression and how she was slowing down beside him.

“What?” He asked, looking around him but not seeing anyone or anything that would be shocking to see. He frowned towards her, trying to step in her view to see if she’d look at him.

“Oh my god, that’s Harry Styles.” Her voice grew louder, and at the same time that Niall turned his head to where her eyes were landed on, the man that was a few meters away with a woman looked right at them.

Now Niall knew, staring at that face was almost an immediate connection of the Harry Styles who created the award winning self-titled album, looking gorgeous in his Hawaiian shirt and yellow swim shorts. It was definitely different compared to his custom made Gucci suits. 

“Hello?” Harry spoke, turning away from the woman who didn’t look bothered at all. She must be a relative of his by the way she smiled warmly at him walking away, almost a motherly look to the way proudness blossomed in her eyes.

“U-uhm hi, sorry to bother you, god I didn’t realize I was that loud.” As Harry came closer, he was smiling wider, saying she didn’t need to worry and immediately nodding when she stuttered out if she could take a photo with him.

“Niall can you take our photo? Please?” She stared at him with big eyes, looking like she didn’t know what do with her herself as she handed her phone to him shakily and moved to wrap her arm around Harry’s waist, blushing when Harry wrapped his arm around hers.

It was as Niall moved her phone up to take the photo that him and Harry locked eyes, and it looked like Harry was thinking hard about something, realization dawning across his expression as soon as Niall finished taking a couple photos.

“You’re Niall Horan, right?” Harry was the one sounding breathless now, and Niall didn’t really know what to say, a weird feeling coming across his body like a heatwave as he stared at Harry blindly fishing out his phone from the back pocket of his shorts.

“Do you mind if I get a photo with you? Would love one mate.” Harry was smiling so big, moving closer until Niall could count the prickles of beard coming in along his jawline. He was so much more beautiful just a few feet away from him, Niall was stuck in a trance.

“Uh, ye-yeah of course.” He answered, shaking all his jumbled thoughts out of his head and watching as Harry gave Anna his phone.

Harry moved to stand beside him, his arm wrapping around Niall’s waist similarly to what he did with Anna. Niall followed right after, doing the same thing until they were doing a loose side-hug, smiling into the camera as she took a couple photos.

Niall didn’t really know what to say after Harry had gotten his phone back, because Harry Styles, the biggest singer in the world right now, had just asked to take a photo with him. It was the strangest thing.

“Before you go,” Harry spoke up just as Anna and him were saying their goodbyes, Harry being silent for a few seconds after they had taken the picture, staring at his phone screen with a fond look across his face. “Can I have your number?”

Now Niall had thought the photo was weird, but now Harry Styles is asking him for his number, looking all hot with the sun beaming across his face, making it shine and show the sweat along his skin. His hair was in perfect ringlets even at the short length that it was in, and he was so perfect Niall could only stare in awe.

“I mean…it’s cause I want you in one of my music videos that I am planning on shooting next month. If you aren’t busy.” Harry was quick to say that, almost looking panicked with the way his hands came out in surrender. It was cute though, and it made Niall laugh.

“Of course, would love to. I’ll have to check if I have anything planned but definitely call or text me.” He was grabbing for his phone now, letting them exchange numbers and barely meeting each other in the eyes. Maybe it was because they were both blushing and making their whole faces flushed a soft pink.

But they made sure to part wonderfully, Harry giving a small wave and Niall returning it along with Anna. As they turned to leave, he was surprised when Anna had grabbed for his arm in a tight grip, making him yelp.

“I think you just got asked out by Harry Styles.” She was squealing, moving her hand off his arm to start jumping off the ground.

“No I did not, it’s just business…he wants me to act for his music video.” He chuckled at the way she looked a little disappointed, but playfully bumped her shoulder with his to lighten the mood.

But the biggest surprise of the night was when he saw a text from Harry already, it saying ‘would love to go out with you some time, it doesn’t have to be for the music video :) x’

Snapchat Scandals

Day One of NurseyDex week! I’m so happy to be participating in this week. Thank you to the lovely people for organizing this. :D

I also took inspiration from this post. I hope I did the prompt justice :)

Day One: Getting Together

If it hadn’t been for the new Snapchat update, Will might have never found out.

Tristan had said that he had to go to San Diego for work, some sort of client meeting, which was why it had to be on a weekend. Will had kissed him goodbye Friday morning and watched him drive off, leaning against the doorframe of his house, spatula in hand.

Later that night, Will was half watching one of the Die Hard movies and snap chatting Chris, a work colleague who he had played hockey against during college.

Did u c the new snap update? Chris sent, a pic of the Sharks game in the background.

Will sent back a pic of his feet up on his coffee table. Nope, what is it?

After a moment, Chris sent a screenshot of a map, Bitmoji characters scattered across the screen. His was circled. I c u bro.

Will laughed, taking a quick selfie. Stalker. (How did u do that tho??)

He sent back a demonstration video, with a chirp at the bottom. Damn an engineer couldn’t figure out the newest snap update. #imposter

Will sent back a pic of the laughing/crying emoji over his entire face. Whoops, I’ve been made.

He swiped across the screen like Chris showed him and found Chris’s bitmoji character. He was about to take a screenshot and send it back to him before he saw Tristan’s character. It wasn’t at the airport, or anywhere close to the airport. He zoomed in.

According to the Snapchat map, Tristan was at the Keg Restaurant downtown, which didn’t make any sense. He was supposed to be on a flight to San Diego right now. It left, Will checked his watch, two hours ago. He didn’t have any texts from Tristan saying that his flight was delayed. What was going on?

He closed Snapchat and reopened it, but Tristan’s little Bitmoji icon was still there.

Maybe the update was so new that there were bugs in it?

He narrowed his eyes and grunted, frustrated. No, no way it would be that wrong.

He took a screenshot and texted Chris.

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And here’s the second part!!! This one goes to @evartandadam with THIS BEAUTIFUL PICTURE. I’ve been staring at it for so LONG wondering if I’d ever be able to fit it in, and I could T~~T Please read the wonderful analysis under the pic too!!!

Here’s the first part of this guy, and the whole fic on AO3.

…There were more feels then intended @___@

And Ignite Your Bones

    Genos looked down at his deep blue robes, making the final adjustments to his obi while his teacher stood behind him doing the same. For a moment Sensei’s hands idled and wandered and slipped, and with a rustle of black silk they snaked around his belly.

    Lips pressed against Genos’ neck and he shivered. “Yes, Sensei?” he laughed, dipping his head forward.

    More kisses answered him first. “Nothin’.”

    “Nothing? All these cuddles are for nothing, then?”

    “…Is it weird?”

    “No…” He tilted his jaw to the side as an eager mouth pushed forward. “But…I’ve been getting many cuddles for nothing, lately.”

    “…I like this yukata on you.”


    Sensei hovered for a second. “I…like your belt, too.”

    “I assumed. You spent a while on it… What were you doing, Sensei?”

    “Eh…” You could hear the flush on his cheeks. “Just getting the knot right.”


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The Morning After (Scott McCall)

Originally posted by holyhalehottness

Summary: alcohol (n.): a liquid in a variety of colors, smells, and tastes that gives the drinker courage to do (and say) something stupid at the cost of their memory

She woke up feeling relatively normal. No hangover, no desire to stay in bed, and no need for ibuprofen. That was a good thing, especially after she knew that she drank a lot in the club last night. But she would take no hangover any day.

She reaches over to her nightstand to check her phone. There was a long list of notifications of likes on a picture she apparently posted on Instagram. She didn’t remember posting it, but let out a sigh of relief when she saw what it was. It was only a pic of her with Lydia, Malia, and Kira at the club with the caption: #girlsnightout. Good. Normal. Nothing stupid.

Good morning.

That was an incoming text from Scott.

Her heart skips a beat and she smiles. Good morning, she texts back. Because it was a good morning. There’s something very good, downright pleasant that the guy she liked for the past six months was sending her a morning text. It didn’t mean anything, of course; they were just classmates and she just so happened to like him.

Just wondering…
But do you remember anything from last night?

That wasn’t a good start.

Not really, she answers. Why do you ask?

You don’t remember what you said to me last night?

Her heart skips another beat, but it’s not a good one. It’s like it just tripped and is dropping to its doom. Oh god. What did she say to him last night? Damn alcohol.

No. What did I say? The three ellipses that pop up is like a countdown to her doom. Shit, shit, shit.

You told me you liked me.


Her heart comes to a halt, and she wants to cry. Fuck, she said that to him? How was she supposed to face Scott in class now? Or even lab? He was her partner in bio chem, and now she made the rest of the semester completely awkward with an admission that she didn’t even know she made.

Her phone makes a few pings. It’s another series of texts from Scott.

You said you had a crush on me and before I could answer, you said you had to go to the bathroom so you left.
I didn’t see you after that.
When I texted Malia, she said that you both left to get steak and eggs.

She buries her head in her hands. Her good, normal morning had turned into a bad one. She should just withdraw and transfer home because there was no way this could get better.

You left before I could say anything.

“I wish you didn’t say anything so I wouldn’t be rejected,” she mutters to her phone.

If you stuck around, you would have known that I like you too.

Oh. Well shit. Things were starting to look up again.

Rhys and His Drunken Plans

Here is a little gem I wrote for @jennpy  It probably has really bad humour and like… is not even that funny. But my writing style is weird so eh. I ain’t changing the way I write just because people hate it. Love you guys xD

Based off of the text I’ve seen all over Tumblr of,

·         Jack: do you know why I called you in here?

·         Rhys: because I accidentally sent you a dick pic

·         Jack: [stops pouring two glasses of wine] accidentally?


Warnings: No sex but mentions of a dick.

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This is all @foleypdx ’s fault. I was studying without pants, sent her a pic of my textbook on my legs, and she replied with ‘nice science. nice gam’. I can only assume that her later thought process was this:
lol, Alexis is a science, she’s pantsless, Lena’s a science, she’s probs also pantsless.
She then sent me: 'imagine Lena pantsless in her office’
To which I screamed about and then wrote this.

Also, the idea that Lena doesn’t like caramel is from wtfoctagon whom I cannot seem to tag? but here’s a Link to their blog, but their fic: Sunlit Honey and Lavender Sunsets which is literally the best representation of Jess that I have ever seen with mine own two eyes and I fucking love this fic, I can’t even describe how much I adore it.

This is also on AO3 :

Jess was tired and now Ms. Danvers was here and Ms. Danvers was nice but honestly she was loud and rambunctious and a little over the top with everything in life and Jess was just tired. So, yes, she waved Ms. Danvers toward Ms. Luthor’s door without buzzing Ms. Luthor and THEN the phone rang and well? Ms. Luthor always liked seeing Ms. Danvers so it just wasn’t going to be a problem.

Kara opened the door; Lena’s office was dark except for one lamp beside her couch. Kara really needed to talk to Lena about staying so late. Really, if the light bothered her enough that she had to sit in near dark-

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naomi-campbell13  asked:

hiii, i was wondering if you could write about Y/n being famous too and she meets harry for the first time and he asks her out

I had a few requests for something where the girl is famous too, so here’s what I wrote. I decided to write it in first person and gave her a name.

Meeting Harry Styles

My sister had taken me to a One Direction concert. Neither of us were particularly huge fans, but I’ll admit I’d been known to sing along to a few of their songs on the radio. When she originally told me about the tickets I raised a brow, but ended up agreeing to join her, thinking it would be a fun night out with my sis. I’d recently wrapped up filming for my latest movie, and between that and press and promo for my previous film that was opening in a few weeks, we rarely got to spend time with each other anymore.

Halfway through the show, and a few beers later, Nora let the cat out of the bag. I wasn’t sure if it was the alcohol or the sheer excitement from the crowd, but with her arm looped through mine she informed me she’d always had a crush on Niall. I giggled at her as I leaned my head on her shoulder, watching the four boys on stage. My eyes, however, were not focused on the Irish one, but rather the tall, long-haired one in jeans so tight you could practically see-

“Mia!” Nora shouted in my ear, interrupting my dirty thoughts. “Did you see that? Oh my God, he’s so cute! That smile!”

“Yeah,” I grinned. I knew she was referring to Niall, but I wasn’t.

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anonymous asked:

I was taken aback by how quickly the CG June 4th concert tickets got sold out. Same as the first CG concert. Agree that Darren is extremely popular and it shouldn't be that surprising but it still bothered me. More my instincts than anything else and also cause of what I heard last time, that Darren's team and his beard were trying to keep CC shippers out and fill up the venue with chillarrens and friends. And that only they were given whatever it was that enabled them to purchase ... (1)

…to purchase the tickets first. I am a longtime CC shipper and you may call me biased and I won’t be offended by that. After the Teragram concert, I am looking at all the IG stories and pictures from the concert, the tweets of miarren intimate moments and all the posted videos (thank you btw as we couldn’t wait to see them) and reviews and stories of the evening… I barely recognize any names. If anything, the ones I did are M’s friends (from her past) or known chillarren shippers. …(2)

Considering how long I have been in the fandom, how come I saw just one CC shipper posting. Does that mean, the CC fandom was again barred / banned from the concert and only the ingenious ones who managed to slip through, got in? Was it more important to have Darren sing PPG as opposed to I don’t mind? Does it mean that even the teenaged CC shippers are not welcome at D’s concerts as they won’t be screaming and crying for Darren, hoping to date him/be next beard? Great job Darren’s team! …(3)


Hi Anon, thanks for bearing with me and re-sending part 2 multiple times. So very strange.

Anyhow, I think I already wrote about my experience with the NYC show, which was a lot smaller.  Tickets were to go on sale with a password at 12:00. I did not get mine until approximately 12:18 and by the time I was able to log on, tickets were sold out.  It is my understanding that the password was circulating in the world prior to 12:18. And yes, I suspect that a first round of “PR compliant” fans were given the password in advance to ensure they were present. And there is no question that venue was filled with beard friendly fans. None.  It was very reminiscent of the pop-up piano bar event prior to Elsie. Another event where M was prominently on display, one had to “win” tickets to attend, and looking at the pics, the M stans were all in attendance.  The thing about these type of events where people “win” tickets or a password is needed, it is very easy to manipulate who actually gets the tickets.

However, I won’t go so far as to say CC fans are barred, I think that would be too hard to control.  They would have to have a separate list of “undesirable” emails. And I think that is way beyond Ricky’s extremely limited abilities. But I do believe other fans are given major advantages.

And  it gets really old.  Darren has a ton of fans and its frustrating that Ricky has to continuously favor the same group repeatedly. And its not just events. I have seen fan pics with said fans on the stage at Hedwig. I did not see that from any other Darren fan who is not kissing ass to get favors.  

I honestly do not know on the LA show. I think it took a little longer to sell out (a few hours). It is a bigger venue (I want to say 4x the size, 250 at Mercury Lounge and maybe 1000 in Telegram??? Too lazy to look that up). I know specifically of two CC people present.  And while I wasn’t paying close attention, I was curious, and I am fairly certain the password was sent timely.

But again, no question that venue was filled to the max with M friendly fans who could be counted on to report her every move. 

And on Sunday the strategy was as transparent as ever. They had the fans there early.  M “causally” walked passed them multiple times with her “equipment.”  Fans were able to catch a glimpse of the “director’s notes” and even get a photo of said notes.  And fans were inside reporting about how hard she was “working.”  Some fans even apparently saw M&D with their arms around each other as well. Conveniently, that was another moment where every camera must have broke because I have yet to see one photo or video of this “tender moment.” (not saying it did not happen, we all know this was a PR set up but the lack of photos is telling).

This strategy however, again, just highlights the truth. If M&D were in an actual relationship, it would be wholly and completely unnecessary to stack a venue or event with her fans to spread the news that she is present. None.  Because they wouldn’t have to work to sell the relationship. The genuineness would sell itself.  But as this is the most purely executed bearding relationship in bearding history, Ricky needs all the help he can get.

I will disagree on one thing. While absolutely no question, there was a time when this was about selling Darren as a straight man. These past few events are about selling M and getting her exposure and publicity.  The job she was given on Sunday- that was a huge, huge pay out. Intended to build her resume and make her look legitimate as opposed to her true persona- the lazy, spoiled, self-entitled brat that has not had an actual job aside from trailing after Darren in years. And even the ones she had were token positions handed to her because of her association with Darren and the need to keep up appearances. 

 And they needed people in attendance to both get the word out that she was actually “working” for once in her life and to document, that yes she was even “working hard!!!”

On the songs, not sure what possessed him to reprise the second worst song in his repertoire. But I am guessing that was not a choice. And while I am sad he teased but did not sing I Don’t Mind, I am cool with it if he reserves it for a time that is stunt and PR free.  And we did get 2 Darren songs (Day the Dance is Over and Foolish Thing) that are about his actual relationship. 

I honestly have no complaint about the performances on the stage. It is the circus that surrounds it that has me constantly shaking my head.