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SKAM S04E06 Clip 5 - Let’s go bitches

ISAK: Hello.

SANA: Hi.

EVEN: Hi, Sana.

ISAK: Where did you see it last?

EVEN: I don’t know. I think it’s in the bed, but I can’t find it. I’m sorry I’m stressing. I have to make it to work on time for once.

SANA: What a nice place.

ISAK: Thank you. Snooped around flea markets and picked out the cheapest stuff.

EVEN: You call that snooping?

ISAK: Yeah, I guess it’s that. Took the first -

EVEN: We were able to get quite a lot of stuff.

ISAK: Huh?

EVEN: We were able to get quite a lot of stuff.

ISAK: Yeah.

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Labels - Jeff Atkins

HAPPY FRIDAY SURPRISE! This is one of my original writings, unrequested, just me. You may also notice it’s a 13 Reasons Why character……That’s because, when I open my request box…

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The reader is kind of an outcast so fair warning : much self-loathing and dramatic loneliness. Gender neutral reader as well.

Originally posted by words-plus-wisdom

The music seemed to echo through the crowded house as you pushed your way through the crowd. You decided, on a whim really, that you should at least attend one party during your High School career. It didn’t help that everyone of your friends was begging you to tag along. It was really just one friend, one of the few one you had made at Liberty High.

“L/N!” You turned your head and smiled at Jeff, who was walking into the kitchen when he saw you. His bright eyes were wide with excitement and the high of social interaction. His extroverted lifestyle made your friendship even more outlandish. You were awkward, shy, and above all else, totally unworthy of Jeff’s attention. Let alone his friendship. As pointed out by almost everyone at school, you were odd to say the least. When people saw you and Jeff exchange, they’d stare at you for minutes after; as if trying to reason through what they saw.

“Atkins,” you shouted back, trying to sound as enthused as he had. His blue-green eyes flickered from your eyes to your apparel, making you slightly self-conscious. As he walked closer to you, you felt your heartbeat start to increase.

“You look great, Y/N,” he whispered in your ear, “really good.” Your cheek enflamed at his words and you were left with no idea how to respond. The effect he had on you was overwhelming at times, but you down played it with joking in return. Though sometimes, like this moment for instance, it was hard to dish it out. He pulled away from you, just enough to met your gaze while still remaining close to you.

“T-Thanks, Jeff,” you stuttered out. He grinned at you brightly, his deep dimples showing on his slender cheeks. With his familiar smile, a sense of ease washed over you. You were no longer at a noisy party, you were just with Jeff in that moment.

“I’m glad I was able to convince you to come,” he said over the loud music. “I was worried you weren’t going to show.” Now it was your turn to grin.

“How could I say no to Jeff Atkins?” A light pink blush rose to his face, bringing out the color of his eyes even more. You were gaining your edge back. Your relationship with Jeff always consisted of teasing flirtations and jokes, and trying to help out Clay. The two boys became your closest friends at school, despite the shock of Jeff’s teammates. You often found yourself thinking about how strange it was to be, someone like you, but be so close to someone like Jeff.

You didn’t have a set label at school, despite the gossip you’d pick up on sometimes. People would try to figure you out; maybe you were gay and felt isolated? Perhaps they’re an outcast? Or the emo loner? These titles would loom over your head like rain clouds at school. It didn’t help that you hardly spoke up in class, or spoke to anyone at all. Hanging out in the library with Clay was your only social outlet. Later on, through Clay’s tutoring of him, you met Jeff. Jeff didn’t care about the things whispered by the others, he saw you as you; unique.

A warm hand on your fore arm shook you from your thoughts of darker days turned bright. You looked up at met Jeff’s eyes once more. His face was full of concern.

“You alright? You spaced out a little.” You nodded quickly, breaking the eye contact between the two of you.  

“I’m fine,” you said trying to play it off. Jeff was having none of it, he knew you too well. He leaned closer to you, making you meet his eyes again.

“What’s wrong?” You placed a careful hand on his broad chest and pushed him away a little. He looked at your hand and back to you face, still waiting for a real answer.

“Really, I’m fine, Jeff. Go off with your friends and play beer pong or whatever cliche high school party game of choice.” A soft smile crept onto both of your faces at your sarcasm, but Jeff’s faded soon after it’s appearance.

“You’re my friend too,” he whispered. You just shook your head and gave him a shy smile.

“Go have fun,” you said brightly, “I’ll be fine.” Jeff gave you a hesitant look until your pushed a little ways away. You let out a small chuckle.

“Go,” you said once more. He smiled and let out a sigh.

“You leave me with no choice,” he said walking backwards towards the living room. “But I will come back for you!” With that, Jeff disappeared into the crowd behind him. You watched until you could no longer see his brown hair above the crowd. You turned back to the counter full of food before you. More people were starting to file into the kitchen so you quickly grabbed a cup of some drink and left. As you walked out, your ran into the one and only Bryce Walker.

“Y/N, who pegged you as a party person?” You swallowed hard as his question. You knew better than to become friendly with Bryce. Anyone who did tended to fall head-first into trouble.

“Yeah, Jeff wanted me to come,” you tried to push past him as you answered his question. He was quick as he blocked your way with one of his arms.

“How do you and Jeff know each other again? It just seems like an unlikely pairing, the two of you?” You raised your eyebrows at him and tried to escape him once more; to no avail.

“We met through a mutual friend,” you hissed, but Bryce didn’t take the hint.

“How does someone like you keep Jeff Atkins around?” He grew closer to you as he spoke. “You’re just…and he’s the star-member of the baseball team. You must do favors, right? Would you mind doing one for me?” You tensed as he grew closer, his almost predatory eyes watching you like a hawk. The couple that had been standing behind you moved, freeing up space so you could back away from Bryce. You turned away from him and darted out of the kitchen the other way. Tears were forming in your eyes as you rounded the corner into the living room. When you glanced up, your eyes met with Jeff’s. The smile on his face faded when he saw you and he walked away from his conversation with Sheri. He headed towards you, his eyebrows furrowed.

“Y/N, what happened?” His hands went to your upper arms, but you shook them free. Jeff watched worriedly as you struggled to find the right words.

“I’m leaving Jeff. I’ll see you around.” You pushed past him, despite his protests, and out of the door. The outside air was cold against your skin, but you needed to go home. Get away from everything; but Bryce’s words echoed in your skull like the music through the house. Why would Jeff want to hang out with you? The favors Bryce referenced never happened, but to be around someone like you without such ‘favors’ must be horrendous.

You shook your head at the thought, trying to focus on walking home. You watched as your shoes hit the sidewalk over and over again; not even hearing the car driving alongside the path. When you did hear it, you didn’t look up, just ignored it. Until the driver spoke up.

“Y/N! Please get in the car,” Jeff shouted, “it’s cold.” You looked over and met his eyes. His face was filled with concern and you wondered why he even looked at you at all. You looked back down at your feet and continued walking. The car stopped, causing you to look up as Jeff opened the door. He ran towards you, catching up to you in a matter of seconds. His hands grabbed your shoulders, stopping your walk. You turned to face him and his gaze softened when he noticed the tears.

“Y/N,” his voice was quiet when he addressed you now. Instead of waiting for an explanation, Jeff just pulled you to him and wrapped his arms over your shoulders. Your arms hung loosely at your sides, until you felt the need for affection. Your arms snaked around Jeff’s waist, trying to hold him as tightly as he was holding you.

“You’re too good for me,” you choked out through tears. Jeff remained quiet, waiting for you to tell him more.

“I’m so unlikeable, I’m not even close to how friendly you are. People stare at me, wondering how a loser like me can be friends with someone like you. They just stare, judging and it’s just…” You trailed off, burying your face into Jeff’s chest.

“Are you nuts? You’re too good for me,” he whispered and you pulled away from him. “You’re beyond any label anyone could put on you and that’s amazing. People see me, they think ‘jock’ but when they stare at you,” his hand traveled up to your cheek.

“They see someone so complex they don’t even know what to say. Now that’s amazing.” His thumb traced over your cheekbone as he stared into your eyes. “I love that about you.”

Jeff’s eyes glanced from your eyes to your lips, as if thinking about the impossible. Your feelings rushed towards the surface, feelings you didn’t even realized you had. You stepped closer to him, hands resting on his chest softly.

“You gonna push me away again?” His voice carried a soft, teasing tone to it when he spoke. You smiled up at him shyly, your whole body fluttering with anticipation.

“No,” you whispered as your heart sped up in your chest. His hand still caressed your cheek, while his other moved to your waist to pull you closer. It felt like it was all happening in slow motion. The noise of the party drowned out as you became immersed in the feeling of Jeff’s lips on yours. The loathing thoughts in your head melted away, leaving you with a warmth you felt only with him. His hands pulled you closer, closing any gap between the two of you. Your hands curled in the soft material of his shirt, causing a grin to spread on his pink lips.

“Ya know what the shirt is made of?” Jeff asked as he pulled his lips away from yours. You caught your breath and hummed when you felt his lips land on your cheek. He kissed his way all over your face until your finally replied.

“I don’t know, what is it made of?” Jeff pulled away, a smug grin on his lips.

“Boyfriend material.” You stared at him for a long moment until finally giving into the laughter. You slumped your head against his shoulder, trying to stop your fit of giggles. If anyone could turn a horrible night around, it had to be Jeff.

“That was a really dumb, well timed joke, Atkins.” You lifted your head and met his eyes, which held pure amusement within them.

“If it made you smile it was far from dumb.” You felt a blush rise to your cheeks and smiled at Jeff.

“Now what do you say we get out of the cold and away from the prying eyes of half the student body?” You nodded at his offer, causing yet another grin to spread across his lips. He let go of your briefly, only to wrap a strong arm over your shoulders to lead you to his car.

“So where to?” You smiled and shrugged; for it didn’t matter where you went. As long as your were with Jeff, nothing seemed to matter at all. Not even a label.

Every Me And Every You - Seven

As you entered Spencer’s apartment your chest was filled with nerves again.
Spencer took your overnight bag into his bedroom before asking if you wanted anything to drink.

“I presume alcohol is out of the question?” you remembered his comments from the first time.

“You can have a small glass of wine. I just didn’t want anything clouding your judgement the first time. You need to be in control with this.” He pulled a bottle of white wine out and poured two glasses, handing one to you.

“Which is a strange thing to say considering you’re the one doing the controlling here,” you said, taking a small sip of the cool liquid.

“This is the thing you need to understand. I may be giving the commands but you’re the one that’s actually in control of the situation. If you call a safe word, we stop. If you tell me you’re uncomfortable with doing something, we don’t do it. If you tell me you specifically want to try something, then we can try it. Knowing that you want these things, however much you ‘act’ like you don’t, is what gives me pleasure. Seeing your reactions to what I do or say is what I enjoy. But as soon as you say it’s too much, then we stop. You’re in complete control here.”

“But I’m a complete novice at this. Does it not annoy you having to explain things to me, or that I might not be willing to go as far as your previous partners have? How can it turn you on being with someone who doesn’t know what they’re doing?” You took another sip of your drink, seeing his eyebrows furrow and his lips purse in thought.

“Y/N, you might think you don’t know what you’re doing but a lot of this is intuition. Your sarcastic comments in the restaurant about me cutting up your food and me ordering for you? I’m sure you’ve read enough about Dom/sub relationships now to know that things like that are likely to happen. I’d say you were baiting me. Wanting a reaction.”

Thinking back, you realised he was right. If you were playing the good little sub you’d have shut up and not commented. But you’d wanted to see what he’d say or do.

“As for your limitations….. With this, often you don’t know your limits until you test them, hence the need for safe words. And finally, wondering how this can turn me on. Watching you react, seeing you get visibly flustered, the way your lips part softly and that sharp intake of breath you give when you’re shocked by something I’ve said. That gets me ridiculously hard. You weren’t the only one hiding something in that restaurant.”

Fuck.

“Okay, so I’m in control. What if I wanted to actually be the one giving the orders?” You hadn’t thought about this before, but whilst you were on the topic of control you figured you might as well ask.

“I’ve mentioned previously that I prefer acting as the ‘Top’, I assume you’re now familiar with that term?“ He checked.

You were, Tops and bottoms.

“I’ve Topped from the bottom a few times, meaning I….”

“I know what that means,” you interrupted him. It meant he’d give instructions to a sub on how to ‘punish’ him. He’d receive the pain but still technically be the Dominant one as he’d be instructing them on what to do.

“Don’t interrupt me again Y/N, or I’ll add another strike,” he said cooly, taking a drink.

Ugh.

“I’m sorry,” you mumbled.

“No you’re not. But anyway, in the relationships I’ve had I’ve generally been the Dominant one, I’ve tried it the other way and whilst it didn’t turn me completely off, it wasn’t as big a thrill. That could just be the partners I was with though. If it’s something you genuinely want to try with me at some point then I’ll give it another go.”

“That’s good to know.”

“Anymore questions?”

“Not for the moment.”

“Good. Now come and sit on my couch with me Y/N. There’s a film on I’d like to watch.”

“Oh! I thought we were….. ”

“All in good time.”

He walked over to his couch and sat in the middle, meaning wherever you sat, you’d be directly next to him. You followed him and sat down. Spencer switched his TV on using the remote, turning it to one of the movie channels where you could see that Mulholland Drive had not long started. You’d seen it before, a few times and you knew Reid had too, you’d had a conversation about it a few months ago.

“Comfortable? Good. Now I don’t want to hear a peep out of you for this whole film okay?”

You nodded, knowing this was a command.

You waited.

Twenty minutes in you felt a hand on your thigh, Spencer’s soft fingertips stroking the exposed skin. You dragged your bottom lip between your teeth and glanced at him. His gaze was fixed intently on the screen.

His hand crept higher and higher, pushing the fabric of your dress up as he went until he was caressing the very tops of your thighs.

Your eyes had closed and you were concentrating on keeping your breathing quiet, but it was incredibly hard. What he was doing felt so good, sending shivers through you.

“Part your legs Y/N,” Spencer instructed, a hoarseness to his voice.

You did as you were told, your legs falling open.

Spencer shifted his hand so that it was lightly gripping the top of your inside thigh, his hand in such a way that his pinkie finger was pressed against your folds.

You breathed in deeply.

“Try to keep the noise down Y/N. You’re a very heavy breather sometimes and I’m trying to watch this. And open your eyes. You’ll miss the movie.”

You did as he wished, opening your eyes and staring at the screen, not actually taking in anything that was happening.

His hand remained still for the next fifteen minutes and you tried to regain control of your breathing again.

A finger twitched and you flinched, almost letting out a gasp but stopping yourself. He’d brushed against your clit.

Fuck.

You started counting in your head, needing something to focus on.

Seven minutes and twenty seven seconds later, he did it again. Your hands clenched up and you pressed your mouth tightly shut.

Fourteen minutes passed before he moved again and this time it was his whole hand that moved, adjusting himself so he was now cupping you. The temptation to grind against his hand was almost killing you.

“Do you have any idea idea how wet you are Y/N?” Spencer turned to look at you.

You were acutely aware that you were very probably coating his hand right now. You nodded, needing to respond but remembering you weren’t meant to speak.

“Good girl.” He smiled approvingly. Had that been a test to see whether you’d speak?

Six minutes and thirty nine seconds went by until he started circling your clit with his forefinger, your eyes falling shut again and your lips parting.

Fuck.

Fucking fuck.

The tiniest gasp escaped your chest as he pressed on your sensitive bundle of nerves moving it from left to right repeatedly.

He didn’t say anything about the noise you’d made, continuing his movements.

The next gasp was louder, you couldn’t stop it.

“Do I have to gag you, Y/N? Anymore noise and I’ll add another strike.”

Jesus. You shook your head in case he was watching for an answer.

Think about something else, anything other than what he was doing.

You couldn’t. His fingers were rubbing faster and harder. You opened your eyes and glanced down at him, noticing a bulge had formed, the fabric of his pants now tighter against one leg. Good. At least this was affecting him too.

You were doing well, your breathing was heavier but you’d managed to stop the gasps, your mouth opening wide and you grimacing instead as your orgasm started to build. You could do this, it was just like when you’d needed to get off in college and your room mate had been asleep in a bed two feet away from you.

Until he ran his finger down your slit and entered you.

“Fuck!”

Oh crap.

“Stand up Y/N.” Spencer’s hand retreated entirely, him wiping it on his trousers.

Your cheeks burned red as you stood.

“Walk around to arm of the couch and bend over it.”

You did as he instructed, your legs feeling shaky as you walked. You bent over, resting your arms against the cushions.

Spencer still hadn’t moved. You started your count again wondering how long he’d make you wait.

Only five minutes this time.

He stood up and adjusted his pants before walking around behind you.

“Raise your dress.”

Oh crap. Oh God.

You lifted the hem of your dress, exposing yourself to him.

Spencer ran his hands up your legs, pushing them slightly further apart.

When he reached the top, he dragged his fingers slowly from front to back trailing them all the way between your cheeks until he reached to base of your spine. You could feel the moisture he’d dragged with him, drying cooly on your skin.

Palming a cheek softly, he spoke.

“Four times. Three for the restaurant and one for the noise.”

You nodded, your hands digging into the cushions in anticipation.

His hand left your cheek and two seconds later you felt a rush of air before it reconnected. Hard.

Your knees buckled slightly but you forced yourself to stay still, heat rushing to your bottom and your skin stinging.

“That’s one.”

Twenty seconds later and he slapped you again. This one harder, the noise echoing in your ears. He’d struck the same cheek and the sting now intensified.

“FUCK!” you gasped out, your eyes widening at the pain.

The pain you could stop any second. But you knew you weren’t going to.

“That’s two.”

Then next one came quicker, on your other buttock. Your thighs being thrown against the armrest with the force. You grunted.

Your breathing was now heavier than ever and as you steadied your legs, you could feel that the dampness between them had increased.

“That’s three.” Spencer’s own breathing had grown shallow and he rested his hand momentarily against your burning skin.

Feeling it retreat once more, you braced yourself.

You cried out at the last slap, it seeming harder than the rest and you slumped, your chest and face resting on the couch cushions, your ass still raised.

Your weren’t sure if you were allowed to move, but you weren’t sure if you even could. Your legs felt like jelly.

You heard rustling behind you and moments later you felt bare skin and something hard pressed against your stinging behind as Spencer’s hand reached around to your front and pulled you away from the arm rest slightly.

Now able to access you, he started rubbing your clit again, grinding his erection against your sore buttocks.

You were gasping in pleasure in no time at all, the sensation of him working your clit overcoming the burning you felt.

His other hand pushed your legs apart and he slowly entered you.

“Fuck, your so tight Y/N,” he groaned as he filled you.

He began to thrust gently at first, and then harder and faster, one hand gripping tightly onto your hip bone as he deftly massaged your throbbing nut with the other.

His skin hitting against your butt as he drove in at out of you was adding to the sting but the pleasure you were feeling from his fingers and cock were enough to make you not care.

You were close, so very close. He pulled out of your nearly all of the way and pushed back inside quickly, hitting your sweet spot inside.

And that was it. Your walls tightened, gripping him as you came, Spencer’s fingers not stopping until you were whimpering and trembling underneath him. A few thrusts later and you felt him empty himself inside of you, moans catching in his throat as his fingers dug into your hip.

He fell forward, his weight on your back as he caught his breath.

“Fucking hell Y/N,” he groaned softly.

You didn’t respond, you were lost for words, feeling light headed and dazed.

He pulled out of you and you heard him drag his trousers back up before walking away.

He returned a few moments later and you felt a washcloth between your legs, cleaning up his mess that had started to trickle out of you and down your legs.

He flicked off his TV and rested his hands on your hips.

“Can you stand up for me?” his voice now warm and soft.

You inched backwards and into an upright position, your legs still feeling like they might give way.

“Put your arms around my neck.”

You did as instructed, feeling him bend and catch you under the backs of your knees with him arm, scooping you up and carrying you effortlessly into his bed room.

He set you down next to his bed and tugged at the bottom of your dress, you raising your arms so he could remove it.

“I assume you sleep with your bra off normally?“ Spencer asked and you nodded. He unclasped it and slid it off your arms.

“Pj’s in your bag?”

You nodded again and watched him open your night bag, seeing a huge purple t-shirt that you placed at the top so it was easily accessible. He passed it to you and you pulled it on as he rolled the covers on his bed back.

“Lie on your front okay.”

You climbed on and adjusted his pillows so you could lie down comfortably.

Spencer left the room and when he returned his had a bowl of water and some pieces of cloth is his hand.

Sitting on the edge of the bed next to you, he soaked the cloth before ringing it out and then placing it on your butt.

The coolness of the damp fabric felt like heaven against your hot skin.

Your hair had fallen forward over your face and Spencer reached over, tenderly stroking it back.

“Y/N, you’ve not said anything since we stopped. I’m starting to worry.”

“Sorry… I just… I’m a little overwhelmed by all the feelings I’ve just felt.”

“Understandable.” He kept stroking your hair, concern clouding his face.

“Spence, I’m fine. I’m surprised, but I’m fine.”

“Surprised by what, if you don’t mind me asking.”

You took a breath.

“By how much I enjoyed it.”

"Oh.“

"It hurt. But I would have taken more.”

“I wouldn’t have given you more. Not tonight. I smacked you harder than I was originally intending to. I was in two minds whether to actually fuck you or not afterwards, you looked so red. But you were still so wet and beautiful, I had to.”

“I’m glad you did. That was….. Quite frankly the best sex I’ve had.”

You saw him grin, typical guy. You weren’t lying though, it had been. The sensations he’d made you feel from the moment you’d sat down on his couch, both physically and mentally, you’d never felt before. It didn’t matter that you’d not actually been screwing for that long. It was the build up, the foreplay. The anticipation.

“For now.”

“Pardon?”

Spencer smirked. “The best sex you’ve had for now. There’s plenty more we can do. Not tonight though. But have a think about what you’d like to try next time okay.”

“Okay.”

“Do you mind terribly if I shower? I’d offer you one but it might be a sore on your bottom right now.”

“I’m fine, I’ll shower tomorrow. Go ahead, I can feel myself falling asleep anyway.”

“Okay. I’ll be back in a bit.”

He left the room and you heard the shower start up.

You must have passed out as you didn’t hear him come back into the bedroom fifteen minutes later.

Drinking Disaster-Calum Hood

A/n: Hi guys! I just want to say thank you for all the support I’ve been receiving. I know the topic of this imagine is a bit touchy and may be hard for some readers. But as someone who has experienced something similar to this, it makes me feel better if I write about it.

Warning: Drinking, Swearing, Sexual Assault, Fighting.

Summary: (Y/n) goes to a party with the guys. It was supposed to be a fun night for all involved, but when a guy can’t keep his hands off of (y/n) her best friend Calum comes to save the day. 

Originally posted by jiminvy

As we pulled up to the party my senses were instantly filled with the smell of beer and the loud thumping of music. I’m not usually one for parties, but the guys were going with me, so I knew I’d have a good time. Looking out the window, I see tons of people already. Most of the females I see are wearing short, tight dresses, instantly making me feel self-conscious. It’s not that I’m not confident with my looks, I just felt a bit out of place because I’m wearing skinny jeans and a t-shirt.

“Hey Mikey, you gunna be my wing-man tonight” Ashton questions.

“Sorry Ash, but you’re on your own. You aren’t the only one trying to talk to girls” Mikey jokes. I look over to Calum who just rolls his eyes at his friend’s antics. Thankfully Calum and I are very similar, and aren’t too big on parties so I know he will stay by me most of the night.

As we got out of the car, I could tell Mikey already found a girl he wanted to talk to. We all laugh as we watch him try to be cool while walking over to a girl only to slightly stumble.

“Come on guys let’s leave Mikey alone” I warned. “Hey Cal wanna go get some drinks?”

“Yeah sure, Luke or Ash, you guys want anything?”

“Nah man, I’m good” Luke responds.

“Same, I’m good” Ashton chimed in.

Cal and I walked into the house to find where the drinks were being served. On our way we would stop to say hi to some people I barely knew, so I typically just let Calum do all the talking. This is how my life was, always being side by side with Calum, my best friend. However, I didn’t want him to just be my best friend, I wanted more, but I could never tell him.

I wasn’t paying much attention to the conversation Calum was having now and I just wanted to find a drink. I look around and finally see the area where drinks are being served and I excuse myself from Calum and the people he was talking to.

As I sift through the large cooler I finally decide on just having a water. I’m not usually too big on drinking anyways, especially because I feel like I always need to babysit the boys once they’ve had a few too many.

“Hey there, what’s a gorgeous thing like you doing alone at a party” a man asks me.

“Well I came with friends, I just left them so I could get a drink” I say making small talk.

“Man, if I came with you, I wouldn’t let you out of my sight” he says flirtatiously. “The name’s Troy, and yours?”

“I’m (Y/n)” I say with a smile as I shake his hand. I could tell Troy had already had a couple of drinks as some of his words were a bit slurred. But nonetheless he was pretty cute so I didn’t mind talking to him.

“So where are you from?” he asks. He takes a couple steps closer to me, probably so that he could hear me better over the extremely loud music.

“I currently live in LA, but I am originally from a small suburb of Chicago. Yourself?”

Before he answers me, Troy digs through the cooler and pulls out two of the cheapest beers he can find. He goes to offer me one, but I politely turn it down causing him to shrug. Instead of just putting it back in the cooler he sets it next to me as he opens his bottle.

“I’m from San Francisco, but I’m staying in LA for the weekend.” As he talks he continues to move closer to me, leaving little space between us. However, since Calum isn’t around, I suppose flirting a little bit wouldn’t hurt. I mean I don’t even know if Calum likes me anyways, so I’m sure he wouldn’t mind. I go to take a drink of my water, only to realize I have already finished it off. I give off a small huff as I decide to say screw it, one beer won’t hurt. I go and grab the bottle of beer and pop the cap off to take a drink. Troy smiles in victory when he sees that I take a drink.

“So do you have a boyfriend” he asks smoothly.

“No, no boyfriend. I’m completely and epically single” I joke.

“Thank god” he sighs. “Usually the hot ones are always taken and I don’t find out that they have a boyfriend until I’ve already talked to them for a while. Although, I mean, if they are up for it, then I don’t mind.” The boy begins laughing as if he has told the funniest joke on earth as I just stand their awkwardly. Alright, maybe he isn’t as great as he first seemed.

“Well I should go find my friends, they’re probably wondering where I’ve been” I say quickly.

“Wait now” he says as he grabs my arm. I stop in place the moment I feel his touch. An uneasy feeling flows through my stomach as the grip on my arm tightens. “Now why would you leave when we are having such a good time” he asks harshly.

“Sorry Troy. I didn’t mean to be rude.”

His hand releases my arm and instead he moves his arm so that it snakes around my waist. A soft smile lands on his lips as I do nothing to push him away.

“Why don’t we go up-stairs” he asks. Before I even have a chance to say anything I feel him guiding him towards the stairway. I look through the crowds of people hoping to find Calum or any of the boys, but have no luck. With every step up I take, I feel my body shaking in worry. Troy walks me into an empty room and closes the door.

Without having a chance to move, Troy roughly presses his lips to my neck. I stand there frozen with little idea of what I should do. His hands begin roaming my body, to places I have never let anyone explore.

“I really should get going” I say lightly as I try to push past him. In response he roughly grabs my shoulders and pushes me back so that I cannot go through the door. Tears begin welling up in my eyes as I know damn well Troy is much stronger than me. Once again, his lips find my neck and his hands reach the hem of my t-shirt.

“Please don’t do this” I mumble.

Tears begin flowing down my face as I feel him placing his hands under my shirt. All of my mobility has been officially shut off as I feel stuck to the ground. I pray that Calum or one of the guys would come and find me before Troy can do anything further. But instead I feel a rough shove, as Troy gets my body to the bed.

The blankets felt scratchy to my skin, but it was nothing compared to his hard touches. His hands now found the band of my pants as he fumbles trying to unbutton them. After struggling for a few moments, he finally is able to pull my pants down to my knees. He plays with the band of my underwear and all I can do is lay there.

“Please.” I’m sure it was inaudible for him, but it was all that would come out of my mouth. As I lay there, my consciousness begins to fade, as I just want this moment to go away. However, I’m brought back to reality when I heard a loud yell and a hard smack.

“Get the fuck off of her, and don’t you ever fucking touch her again.” I easily recognized the voice. Calum.

The room grew loud with yells coming from Troy as Calum continuously connected his fists with my attacker’s face. It took me a second to regain myself, but once I was finally able to move I tried pulling Calum off from Troy’s limp body.

“Calum, please stop. Let’s just go” I yell through tears and his loud grunts while he lands a few more punches in. I grab his face in my hands and look him in the eyes “Calum please.” Once he sees the fear in my eyes he gets up from the ground and wraps his arm protectively around me. We didn’t bother finding the other guys before leaving and decided to just walk back to my apartment because it was the closest to the party.

Once we got to my place, I gently guide Calum over to the couch while I go to grab a cloth to wash the blood off from his hands. His eyes are red and puffy from him violently crying, matching that of my face. The room is silent as I clean off his knuckles, which causes him to wince every now and then from pain. Once he was all cleaned up we sat there for what felt like forever.

“Thank you” I say ever so softly.

“I’m so sorry” is how he responds.

“Cal, it’s not your fault. But thank you for getting to me before he could do anything else. You are my hero.” I gave off a weak smile, but his face stayed blank.

“I should have never let you wander off alone. God (y/n) if anything ever happened to you I could never forgive myself. I’m just so sorry it took me so long to get to you.” While he speaks, tears begin streaming down his face. I hate seeing him in pain, for something that is clearly not his fault and so I take my thumb to wipe away some of his tears.

“Cal, please, it’s alright. I’m alright, and it’s all because of you.”

“I love you.” It was soft but I still heard him say it.

“I love you too Calum.”

“I’m in love with you” he clarifies. I feel my heart skip a beat as this is what I have been waiting for my whole life. “You are my whole world, and I don’t know what I would do without you. That’s why I can’t forgive myself. It’s not just that I didn’t get to you sooner, but because I didn’t tell you how I felt sooner.”

Before Calum can say anything else I gently place my lips to his to show him that I feel the same. He was my best friend, someone I have loved for a long time, but I never got to show him just how much I loved him until now.

“Calum Thomas Hood, I love you” I say with a smile. He tucks a loose strand of hair behind my ear and softly smiles for the first time since the disaster that occurred earlier. Although I was still greatly upset from the previous events that occurred. I was safe and it was all because of Calum.

cursumperficio  asked:

Back in season 1 when Wren as dinner with Spencer, Melissa and Peter he chooses to order a vodka soda, because Spencer jokingly wanted one, and then shares it with Spencer. Watching 7x15 and they are both drinking vodka soda, it means nothing but it gave me a feeling of melancholia and it was a nice nod to old times.

Yeah! I liked that too. I like that the writers put in little Easter eggs like that. That’s something only us fans would realise and appreciate. Those who turn on the TV once a week and never hear of PLL until the next episode probably wouldn’t have noticed that about Wren and Spencer. And just in general, 715 had a lot of little nods to past seasons. Ali and Paige’s scene was seriously iconic. It was absolutely beautiful and it summed up their ugly past history (story from 3A) really really well.

anonymous asked:

Don't get me wrong - lovin all the TG pics showing up BUT seems weird he's sharing all of this and tagging all of these places. Did you catch the note from the surfing school were he forked out all of that money?!? Is it weird the KW article came out while he's on the other side of the planet?

Now that I think about it, it is super weird that they tagged all locations. It is obvious he wants us to know where he is. Reminds me of some of my annoying FB friends who take EVERY.SINGLE.PLACE they go to eat/sleep/drink/pee/anything… 

I am curious to see if anything else will happen with Kerry after that article 

Just me being silly...

My OC: Sits down with a sigh, strokes ‘tache, gets a cigar out and pours a whisky. “Hey, want one?”
Me: (knowing full well this is a fictitious character of my own co-creation with the people who created my fave game) “… er, I don’t drink much.”
My OC: “That why you got a nearly full bottle over on your sideboard there?”
Me: “I ran out of pop to mix it with.”
My OC: “What, you mean soda? Like Nuka Cola?”
Me: “Kind of. I prefer Dr. P….”
My OC: “Nah, you look like you need it straight.”
Me (*thinks* I’m not entirely straight…“) "Whoa, I’m on meds.”
My OC: “This Doc P forbid you from touchin’ a single drop?”
Me: “Well no, not exactly.”
My OC: “And do you have any pressing matters tomorrow? Any responsibilities that’ll only fit on your shoulders?”
Me: “Um, no. My 'romanced companion’ can take care of things.”
My OC: “So lighten up, chill out, don’t be so square and get a little fire in your belly.”
*slips back into his own virtual reality.*
…..
Me: “Wow, such a little glass, only filled it about two fingers high. How come I feel better than I have all day? Mmm, zingy in my tummy. I like whisky. All your fault, Vin.” * Stumbles onto the internet, looks up anagrams of own diagnoses acronyms, comes up with 'Caps Stash, Smeg Off DD’. Writes silly prose. Has half a notion to extract self from internet…*

y'all so my boss here (the one I’m friends with who got me the job) quit like last week and came in tonight to have a drink, right. he asked me if I got that assistant manager job and I said probably not since I haven’t heard anything and he said if I really wanted to go for it he’d refer me for a full ass manager position at his new company and like, train me on how to nail everything and like,,, yes bitch…

SKAM S04E05 Clip 4 - Humble

SANA: What are you doing?
MOM: Have you seen my green veil?
SANA: *Speaks Arabic*
MOM: Yeah..
SANA: Yes! Why?
MOM: Because I don’t know what you’re up to anymore.
SANA: I’m not up to anything!
MOM: You are out with all your friends and suddenly I see you outside with Yousef and then you don’t tell me anything. I’m worried, don’t you understand?
SANA: You talk about my friends like they’re criminals or something. It’s not like all non-muslims lie, drink and have lots of sex!
MOM: I know that, Sana.
SANA: Yeah, then why can’t you trust that I have friends who are good people?
MOM: I trust you, Sana, but I know lots of young people don’t follow the same rules as you. And you know that Norwegian society have lots of customs that don’t fit us.
SANA: There are lots of things in Islam that doesn’t fit me either! Like its view of homosexuality or why does Islam say that muslim men can marry non-religious women, but muslim women can’t. Isn’t that a bit sexist? At least in the society we live in and when Islam says the Quran can adapt to every society you live in…?
MOM: Where is this coming from?
SANA: I’m just asking! Aren’t you allowed to ask?
MOM: Yes, you’re allowed to ask. You’re allowed to ask.
SANA: But what? You don’t have any answers?
MOM: I’m just worried about you, Sana. I don’t want you to get hurt.
SANA: I won’t get hurt!
ELIAS: *Speaks in Arabic*
SANA: *Answers in Arabic*
ELIAS: I heard. What were you doing with Yousef the other day?
SANA: With Yousef?
ELIAS: Yeah, mom told me she saw you together.
SANA: Oh, yeah. He just walked me home from Noora’s.
ELIAS: You like him!
SANA: Huh? No!
ELIAS: Yousef is a nice guy.
SANA: It’s just that he’s not a muslim.
ELIAS: Yousef is the most muslim guy I know. He doesn’t drink, he’s always respectful to everyone.
SANA: Yeah, but he doesn’t believe in Allah.
ELIAS: Doesn’t believe in Allah.. Do you know how many people I know who say they believe in Allah? But they still drink, steal and vandalize. What’s more important? Saying you believe in Allah or live like you believe in Allah? The most important thing to me at least, is that my sister is doing well with a good guy and.. not only goes to the Mosque.
SANA: I don’t think mom agrees.
ELIAS: You know mom just wants what’s best for us. It’s just that she was born in a completely different country in a completely different time, so she doesn’t know what it’s like to be us. You have to stop having such a sad face. Because when you’re sad, I’m sad too.
SANA: I’m not sad.
ELIAS: That’s good.
SANA: There’s a party at Løkka* tomorrow. If you want to come.
ELIAS: With your friends? Those who were at the flat the other day?
SANA: Mhm.
ELIAS: Fun! Fun. Yeah, of course we’ll come.
SANA: Bring Yousef!
ELIAS: Yeah, I’ll do that

You know, people love to say that opposites attract. And maybe that’s why I tried so hard to make us work. The girl who measures two teaspoons of sugar to put in her tea and the boy with calloused palms, climbing every mountain he can because he likes the way the stars look when nothing is in their way. Frothy milk and adrenaline. We looked like idiots together. You at my charity dinners in a poorly tailored sport coat. Five o'clock shadow. Bad jokes. And me scaling the rock climbing wall with slippery hands. Two feet above ground. A loose cotton dress. But laughing. Both of us always laughing. At me and you and this stupid world for working in a way that let the two of us need each other so desperately. Opposites. You’re damn right they attract.
     But attraction and commitment were never the same thing. Maybe you always knew that. And that’s why you laughed. Because you knew that one day, your girl would stand on Everest. Scream to the stars. Drink her coffee black. But me, I’m still learning. Learning as you tell we want different things. Learning as you drop off every piece of myself I’ve left at your place, nothing folded, the toothbrush tangled with hairs. Learning as I sit here writing about the boy who bounced from cliff tops to see the stars and the girl whose feet never left the ground, whose eyes only ever knew how to watch him walk into clouds and disappear altogether.
—  the truth about you and me
Oh Deer God.

Little backstory: I’m playing a game with my boyfriend and a few others who have been really wanting to play D&D for a while. My boyfriend is DM'ing so I’m playing a dragonborn paladin, and on the team is also a half-elf ranger, and a tiefling warlock. Well, after waking up from being dead (long story), we are now in a time when the world is ending, the gods have left, and everything is going to hell in a handbasket. We are led to the last bastion of civilization and we all go our own ways to do our own things. My paladin joins the guard because she just wants to help people, the ranger joins a group that goes out of the safe haven’s walls and scavenges for anything useful, and the warlock decides to do his own thing. This is the story of him doing his own thing.

Warlock: *heads to the druids tower to speak with the head druid who is a plant person* Hey, anything interesting going on here?

Plant person: Actually, I have this potion that I made that I’d be willing to pay you to test out. I have no idea what it does, but I’m fairly certain it’s safe.

Warlock: Works for me. *drinks the potion*

Plant Person: …

Warlock: …

Plant Person: … Well … how do you feel?

Warlock: Well … everything is tinged green … *turns into a deer and has to fight to keep his mental stats*

Plant person: Oh … huh. *takes notes* Um, can you understand me?

Warlock (OOC): I’m gonna fuck with him and pretend I can’t and- are there any plants in here?

DM: You’re in a druid’s tower. Of course there’s plants.

Warlock (OOC): Cool. I’m gonna start eating one.

Plant Person: Oh dear. Well … it should wear off in a few hours …

Warlock (OOC): Okay, now I’m gonna head outside and make my way to the infirmary.

DM: Okay, you make your way down the stairs and head outside, anything else you wanna do?

Warlock (OOC): I’m gonna strut my stuff.

DM (laughing): Roll a charisma check.

Warlock (OOC): *rolls a natural 20*

DM: The people believe that the gods have returned and that you are one of them walking among them. They throw money at your feet and start singing the praises of ‘Deer God’.

Me, the Warlock, and the Ranger (OOC): *laughing uncontrollably*

TL;DR: The warlock, in deer form, was so full of charisma, people started worshiping him as a god and it is now a running joke in our campaign whenever anyone says ‘dear god’ that we are now reminded of 'Deer God’.

Mr. Min - Chapter 06

Description:  Your CEO caught your attention the first day you started your new job and it seems the attraction is mutual.  Too bad he’s only interested in a relationship that benefits him.

Pairing: Yoongi x Reader x Jungkook

Genre: Angst and Smut

Word Count: 26,321 

A/N: I’m so sorry.  I don’t think I’m capable of doing short chapters anymore.  Feel free to read this on AO3 instead if your app messes up.  

And a huge round of applause to the always lovely, @avveh, for beta-ing this behemoth.  I’m so sorry to put you through that lol.

Prologue - Ch 01 - Ch 02 - Ch 03 - Ch 04 - Ch 05 

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Stay With Me

Warnings: Angst, mentions of a car accident.

A/N: This came to me when I was at the library and the song ‘Stay With Me’ by Sam Smith came on. Let me know what you think? I’ll do it as part of my Jeff x Reader series. ALSO I will be doing all of my requests as well, and some of them that I do will just be your memories of Jeff. Should I make it a separate series? Let me know what you guys think! :D

This is just a preview!

“Are you sure you don’t want to go with me? Because I was thinking,” your boyfriend rubs his thumb across your lip. “We can stop and…” he trails off, biting his lip.

You roll your eyes. “You get a taste and now you can’t stop.”

He chuckles at that. “Technically I didn’t get to taste you,” he grins when notices how your cheeks turn pink. “But that can change.”

Suddenly a body bumps into you from behind. “She can’t go anywhere,” Hannah, who has had too much drink, slurs. “She has to stay here and… and…”

“Fine,” Jeff huffs. “Hog my baby.”

You give him an apologetic smile. “Hurry back,” you lean up and kiss him softly. “We can take advantage of one of the rooms. I’ll let you have another taste.”

“Fuck,” he rasps. “I love you.”

“And I love you,” another peck to his lips you watch him walk over to his car. Why he volunteered to do a beer run was beyond you. Once he’s gone, you turn to Hannah. “You’re a mess.”

She giggles. “No, I’m clean!”

 You sigh and wave Clay over who just walked out of the house. “Where’s Jeff?”

“Beer run,” you answer and he frowns.

“But he’s been drinking.”

“He had two beers, two hours ago,” you chuckle. “He’s fine.”

You and Clay try to handle a tipsy Hannah, but she was a sassy drunk. She took her empty beer cup and throws it at Alex. Your brother raises a brow. “Why did she throw a cup at me?”

You can’t help but laugh at that, “She must’ve mistaken you for the trash can.”

“Ha ha ha,” Alex gives you the finger. You laugh again.

But your laugh was cut off by the sound of tires squealing and the sound of- “Oh god, Clay,” you cry. “Jeff!”

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You woke up to feeling of something on your face. You sit up and blink the sleep out of your eyes. It’s Jeff’s fingers, twitching against your cheek. Your eyes widen, “Help! He’s awake!”

———————————–

The Doctor opens the door, giving you the okay to go in. “Come on, sweetie,” Mrs. Akins takes your hand in hers and gives it a gentle squeeze. You look over at Clay and Hannah, both of them giving you a smile.

When you walk into the room, the first thing you want to do is throw yourself into his arms, but you don’t. He’s sitting up, but he still looks weak. The doctor follows in behind you.

“Look who’s here to see you, Jeff,” he gives a smile. “Your family. They’ve been here since day one,” he points to you. “Especially this one.”

“Oh honey,” Mrs. Atkins rushes over to her only child. “I was so worried- we all were.”

“We’re so glad that you’re okay,” Mr. Atkins adds in.

“When can I go home?” Jeff asks, voice rough. “I hate hospitals.”

“Soon baby, soon.”

His eyes move from his mom to you. You smile, “I’ve missed you.”

He’s quiet. Then, he tilts his head to the side.

“I’m sorry, but… do I know you?”

Suga Daddy: Part 8

Suga Daddy: 8

Word count: 8.3k

Genre/Warnings: angst, dirty talk, language 

Pairing: Yoongi x Reader

Summary: Yoongi tells you about his past but is terrified of how you’ll take it.

This came a little early than expected. Anyway, enjoy and thanks for reading.

Parts: {playlist} one | two | three | four | five | six | seven 

Everything felt like it was playing out and slow-motion and all you were doing was twirling the flowers in your hand. You were nauseated and your mind was racing with every possible scenario. You knew that Yoongi couldn’t have a squeaky clean record. Especially with his attitude and the way he talked to you sometimes. For some reason you still loved him, despite that.

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For context: my party was fighting a bugbear king, who was also Macho Man Randy Savage. My character had gotten a can of Fantasy Monster Energy from a trader earlier in the campaign, and I had a great plan involving it.

Me: Can I drink my Monster and throw the can at [bugbear king]?

DM: Go ahead, but it’ll be a flat d20

*gets the hit*

DM: …No fucking way. He had 2 hp left, you just knocked him out.

Our tiny, fairly weak bard: I want to slide over to him and put him into a pinfall

DM: Make an athletics check.

*bard just makes the dc*

DM: You roll him onto his back, and pin him

The bugbear gives her a heavyweight champion’s belt, actually a belt of hill giant’s strength, and he promised her that he would reclaim the belt one day.

Guys My Age (1)

Pairing: Bucky X Reader

Words: 2554

Warnings: Lap dancing. ANGST.

Summary: You’re playing truth or dare with the Avengers when Nat asks you when the last time you got laid was  and Sam dares you to pick a song that perfectly grasps why you haven’t had sex in so long.

A/N: Thanks for the anon who recommended this song. I thank the heavens I found it because it’s so fucking relevant. I can’t seem to write smut without just a tinsy bit of a plot. But here you go.

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Part 2

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Meanwhile, in a World Conference
  • England: Alright, who broke the coffee machine? I'm not mad, I just want to know.
  • Japan: I did it.
  • Arthur: No, no, you didn't. Romano?
  • Romano: Don't look at me! Look at Italy!
  • Italy: What? I didn't break it.
  • Romano: Funny, how'd you know it was broken?
  • Italy: Because England just sat down and told us!
  • Romano: Suspicious.
  • Italy: No it's not!
  • America: If it's any help, and it probably isn't, but Poland was the last one to use the machine.
  • Poland: Liar! I don't even drink that crap!
  • America: Then why did I see you over by the machine earlier?
  • Poland: I use the stirring sticks to push back my cuticles. Every one knows that, stupid American!
  • France: Let's not fight. I broke it. Let me pay for it.
  • England: No. You're not just taking the blame so we can forget about it. Who broke it.
  • Everyone: ...
  • Prussia: Canada's been really quiet...
  • Canada: Fucking really!? Really!?
  • Prussia: Ja, really!
  • Everyone: (Starts screaming at each other)
  • ...
  • England (aside): I broke it. I hate coffee, France, and America, who drink it, so I broke it. Any moment now, they'll be at each other's throats with war paint. Good. I love causing chaos!
  • Sarge: So. Who broke it? I’m not mad. I just want to know.
  • Simmons: I did. I broke it...
  • Sarge: No. No, you didn’t. Tucker.
  • Tucker: Don’t look at me. Look at Grif.
  • Grif: What?! I didn’t break it.
  • Tucker: Huh. That’s weird. How did you even know it was broken?
  • Grif: Because it’s sitting right in front of us and it’s broken!
  • Tucker: Suspicious.
  • Grif: No, it’s not!
  • Church: If it matters, probably not... Donut was the last one to use it.
  • Donut: Liar! I don’t even drink that crap!
  • Church: Oh really? Then what were you doing by the coffee cart earlier?
  • Donut: I use the wooden stirrers to push back my cuticles. Everyone knows that, Church!
  • Simmons: Alright let’s not fight. I broke it, let me pay for it, Sarge.
  • Sarge: No. Who broke it?
  • Donut, whispering: Sarge, Doc's been awfully quiet…
  • Doc: Really?!
  • Donut: Yeah, really!
  • ...
  • Sarge: I broke it. Caboose burned his hand so I punched it. I predict ten minutes from now, they’ll be at each other’s throats with warpaint on their faces and a pig head on a stick. Good. It was getting a little chummy around here.

anonymous asked:

WTF was all that pure pastel pink promo shit weeks ago? I feel like I dreamt it. Now when I look at the album art and listen to the lyrics about different women and sex and I make no correlation to the pure soft vulnerable bare Harry on the cover. WTF is the hard candy lyrics? WTF is going on with 'I am not a womanizer' image. Oh yeah sex, drugs & rock'n'roll. That's what's going on. As a fan of rock music I am so proud of the album. As a fan of Harry, I am disappointed.

Hello, and thank you for your message.

I completely understand. In fact this morning I did a full rant about my thoughts on the matter via Twitter. You can read it here. Like high key, Twitter is where I have no filter and am like “THIS IS WHAT I’M THINKING!!” and Tumblr is where I’m an analytical hoe about things, so let’s analyse!

I listened to the breakfast show last night (as I am currently in LA) and then fell into a mini rage coma because I, too, was like, “What the actual fuck just happened?” Then I woke up to this:

And I was like, “Well this is probably the most damage control we’ve ever gotten or will get.”    

HOWEVER! The dichotomy from Harry rainbow-wearin Styles and this NO HOMO I HAVE HETERO SEX WITH ALL THE WOMEN Hersh makes me…uneasy. That’s the only word I can come up with. Let’s be honest, last week Harry looked about one tattoo and rainbow away from coming out. This might as well have been him at that hockey game:

And then today with this…

There’s just this constant push and pull between what Harry DOES and what he says in interviews. But I get it. I do. Harry Styles is a billion dollar commodity. Do you understand how much revenue he’s brought to Sony in the last month? He sold out a tour for music that no one had even heard in minutes. 

At one point in my vida loca I was offered a publishing deal with a company that everyone has heard of. They wanted to publish it through their non-fiction department and they wanted me to say that I had slept with a don or professor at my university. Which I hadn’t. This was during my final year at university, and whilst I’m sure my life would’ve had a much different trajectory I’m also sure that once people figured out who I am (as many have), I would probably be stripped of my hard-earned Oxbridge degree for lying and shaming my university. Which is why you’ve never read any kind of SCANDAL at Oxbridge. Just the normal undergrad sex and drinking stuff. I rank quite low on the list of outrageous alumni if you look at the last 900 years of students. 

Back to Haz. 

Whilst I never compromised my morals, I also didn’t sign any kind of deal with the devil when I was 16. We have absolutely no idea what the details of his employment are. And he is an employee. Harry is owned by someone. Whether you like it or not, the bottom line doesn’t stop at Harry, it stops at the people who are investing in him and relying on a substantial profit. 

Perhaps the rainbows and pink and very romantic vibes he’s got going on with just about any man in his vicinity thing were all put out there to test the waters. We know that they monitor the fandom, and maybe the analytics didn’t hit their “okay to be gay” criteria. I’m speaking bluntly in terms of business because I can guarantee you that Sony cares about exactly one thing: the money that they are making for themselves. 

Something else to consider when recovering from whiplash because of this complete 180 Harry’s done since last week, is that interview with that horrible woman who said, “Fans are convinced that ‘Sweet Creature’ is about your relationship with Louis Tomlinson. Is it?” After which Harry spent approximately 138 seconds saying “Uhhhhhhhh” before refusing to say “no”. He could’ve said no! He could’ve SHOUTED no, as he did at Grimmy when he said, “Here’s a song about Taylor Swift!” One thing we got from that interview is that Harry does indeed have the word “No” in his vocabulary. “No. This isn’t about Taylor Swift.” vs “Yes. I can understand why fans think this is about Louis because it is but I would lean towards them maybe being wrong.” That isn’t how you say no. And that didn’t go over anyone’s head. 

Honestly, I love this album. “Woman” is actually my favourite song from it at the moment. I can’t really listen to “Two Ghosts” because it sounds too much like “Revelry” by Kings of Leon and that song is forever associated with a very bad time for me so yeah. “Woman” just reminds me of Bennie and the Jets and 27 Dresses.    

I just wish it could’ve been left at, “ It’s much more powerful when not taken simply as what it is.” Because that’s so true. This album is so layered and brilliant and I think I’m mostly mad that they’ve reduced it to such a boring and blatant interpretation. We got the very opposite of what Harry’s been telling us when he all but said that these songs are about actual women that he literally slept with. 

So I guess my question is…what exactly is Jeffry helping with aside from bringing back a narrative that Harry seemed to have tried relentlessly to debunk?

I just can’t reconciliate the Harry that they’re pushing this week with the Harry that reacted this way to being called a womaniser in an interview:

Regardless of what you think or ship, I do think that it’s fair to feel like you’re being asked to accept two completely contrasting versions of Harry Styles right now.