youre exactly what i need

Happy Motivational Monday everyone! Sorry I missed last monday, but I figured  Arin would be a good one next for yall, and as a bonus, as per the grump, heres the rest of his tweet aahaha

He’s a great guy — inside there’s a really good heart. I said, ‘Look, the difference between me and you is I had four different boys going through the same thing to look to. He didn’t have that. I said to him, ‘Take my number and any time you want a chat, let me know as I’m here and I understand exactly what you’re going through and I understand your world’. He needs somebody like that and in that position.
—  Liam on Justin Bieber for Rollacoaster Magazine (via thedailypayne)
BTS Reaction to You Cuddling With Them

Note: Lets throwback to that one time this used to exist lmao. PS ; For some reason my phone keeps glitching and won’t let me answer asks, so I’ll reply as soon as I get my laptop back! | REPOSTED *credit to gif owners*

Jin ➳ He was laying down on the bed reading a book when you decided to lay down with him, slowly crawling to his side and throwing your arm around him. He put his book down, happiness engulfing him in a flash. Jin pulled you into his chest, and you loved it whenever he did this. “I see you’re really lovable today.” He whispered and you laughed, digging your face into his chest. “How about some kisses, too?” You stayed quiet and he groaned, beginning to beg. “Please?”

Originally posted by jinful

Suga ➳ Yoongi narrowed his eyes at you when you decided to lay down with him and hug him while he was trying to think of new beats. “Excuse you?” He said, and you stuck your bottom lip out, slowly retracting from the man.

“Well since you don’t like it, I guess I’ll leave.” You nonchalantly said and he looked away guiltily; shutting his laptop and putting it away. He grabbed your arm before you could take your leave and pulled you flush against his chest. He loved cuddling with you, and you knew there was no way he would deny it.

Originally posted by the-rap-man

J-Hope ➳ “Let’s cuddle?” You suggested and Hoseok’s face brightened, throwing himself onto the couch and having his arms spread out wide open for you to join. You walked over to him, laying against his chest and your hand slightly rubbed his best friend. Your face flushed immediately and you froze.

Hoseok chuckled. “Yeah,” he started, raising his fingers in quotations, “cuddle.” You smacked his arm and he smiled, embracing you tightly.

Originally posted by forjimin

RapMonster ➳ Namjoon was surely tired, exhausted from the day. He saw you laying on the bed, watching Youtube videos on your phone contently; and immediately jumped on the bed, grabbing your phone and throwing it to the side before hugging you tightly to fall asleep. You frowned at him as he disturbed your entertainment and he winked with his eyes still closed, smiling slightly. “Please, just cuddle me.” He murmured and you wrapped your arms around him. Yes, he thought. This is exactly what I need.

Originally posted by himchans

Jimin ➳ You were both eating pizza on the couch when you decided to lay it back down in the box. He looked at you worriedly and asked, “Is it bad?” You shook your head and hugged him, which made him become giddy inside. “Oh.” He teased, throwing his slice of pizza back into the box before snaking his arms around your waist. “So, do you wanna cuddle here, or the bed?” He laughed, kissing the top of your head while you dug your face into his chest in embarrassment.

Originally posted by princeminmin

V ➳ You were watching a movie when Taehyung arrived home, sitting beside you before trying to pull you into his chest which you stubbornly tried to stay in your spot you were comfortable in. “C'mon, let’s cuddle!” He begged, and you scoffed; giving in seconds later. He smiled brightly when you began to cuddle him and he wiggled his eyebrows. “Or,” he started, licking his lips, “we could do something more.”

Originally posted by taehyungifs

Jungkook ➳ He was innocently playing video games on his bed when you came in, laying down and watching him play. He glanced towards you before staring back at the tv screen, smiling softly before he turned beet red. You were cuddling him while resting your head on his chest and he had to pause the game, his heartbeat quickening from how nervous he got from the sudden affection. “You okay?” You asked and he nodded, slowly embracing you with a small grin.

“Yeah, just enjoying this moment.”

Originally posted by jibeom


Some Worldbuilding Thoughts

Recently, I had a fun conversation with @sansjoshiki, who sent us a question on anon but then followed up with my request for more information. (Thanks for doing that!) It’s exciting to be able to answer questions to the best of our ability because we have all the information! 

Anyway, a lot of the stuff I said was not specific to their world, and I think that some of you may enjoy and benefit from it, so here’s some general advice on putting worlds together and incorporating details into your stories!

So, having a single concept (or a few unrelated concepts) and building a world and story from it is completely doable, and can be a lot of fun! But it can also be totally overwhelming and difficult to decide just how much to build, what to focus on, and how to incorporate all of it. 

This process is easier if you have a plot or a character in mind, because you can use that as a lens to decide what parts of the world are important to focus on. For instance, if your character is royalty, do they care how the peasants get water? Will that factoid ever show up? Probably not. With that in mind, it’s fine to have no detail or vaguery in regards to things that aren’t relevant, so don’t strain yourself trying to explain every little thing.

Using guides to help you come up with your world can be extremely helpful to cover all the relevant bases, but no guide will ever match exactly what you need for your story in particular. I think that possibly the best thing for you to do is to start thinking about your character and/or plot. If you don’t have a plot, think about elements in the world that are especially interesting to you and contemplate ways to get those involved in your plot. If you do have a plot, then start thinking about particular aspects of your world that will definitely be involved. If your plot/character(s) are involved with the government, you’ll need to have a pretty solid idea of how that government functions, but if not, that’s a detail you can probably gloss over with only basic details.

If your plot is detailed, start thinking of particular scenes that you want to write in it. For instance, if you want a scene to take place in a store or market, you’ll need to think about how that’s laid out. Is there just one store that sells almost everything? Do most shops specify? Is there an open-forum market with lots of small vendors, or large department stores? How does the currency work? (Actually, “how does the currency work” is a question you should probably answer regardless of whether economics will be a focus, unless the average person on your world doesn’t use currency).

With this in mind, build the parts of the world that pertain to a scene until you can get a sense of what it would be like to be there. Think about real-world situations that are similar; what does it feel like to be in a government building? In a bank? In a convenience store? In a high-priced and specialized boutique? On a farm? How would these things change based on the ways your world works? For instance, if your world no longer employs people to run cash registers and instead uses something like Walmart’s self-checkout, how does that change the experience of going to the store?

Once you have a basic sense for the scene, start writing! You don’t need to know every detail by this step; in fact, don’t try to know every detail. Just place yourself with your character in the scene, and think about what you’d notice and what’s important.

However, be careful about glossing over “unimportant” things, or at least keep in mind that you did. If a detail is irrelevant in an early scene, but then becomes important later, you don’t want to contradict what you’ve said before. I’m guilty of this; I write along willy-nilly, and sometimes when I’m rereading, I realized that a detail I develop well in chapter 5 is contradicted by something I handwaved in chapter 2. This is fixable, of course, but you might save yourself a little headache by thinking about it beforehand. Having to rewrite what used to be the perfect scene because one detail changes everything is annoying.

Also, don’t be tempted to start from the very beginning with this method of worldbuilding a single scene; think of scenes that are critical to your story and what they’ll entail, and work backwards to the ones that are less critical.

Ultimately, don’t forget that worldbuilding shouldn’t get wholly in the way of your writing. It can be lots of fun and create a great story, but if you find yourself never starting because you don’t have all the details in place, relax.

Sometimes, “Just start writing” can be the best thing when you’re stuck with worldbuilding. If a detail is needed to make the story work, or to make the world believable, you’ll realize that as you go, and then you can pause, figure it out, and then carry on.

As for putting an adequate amount of world detail in, we’ve done a few posts about that in past. I’ll say a few words about that:

Putting detail in can be tricky, because you know all these things about your world and many of them might be working together to create a scene. However, you don’t want to annoy or bore your reader, so you have to limit yourself. Having a beta reader can be great for that, because they can let you know when you have too much or too little detail. Personally, I think that erring on the side of too little and then having your beta reader tell you so is best. If you’re confusing your readers, you’ll need to put more detail in, but people are less likely to tell you when you have too much detail. Try to keep in mind what’s essential for the world, and also what’s abnormal. Your character isn’t likely to be thinking about how the space-age toilet works (unless they work in the sci-fi equivalent of plumbing), and even though knowing what happens to the waste can be important to the author, it is unlikely to come up in a story. Put yourself in that situation, remind yourself that everything you’ve built is the norm for that world, and then think about what you’d actually notice.

If you have abnormal things going on, those are easier to explain and make it make sense that you are explaining them. This can also be used to show what the norm is: “Instead of just going into the vaporizer like it always did, [character]’s urine was sitting in the receptacle, making the bathroom smell bad.” Bam, now we know that toilets have vaporizers and that this one is malfunctioning.

Thanks for reading, and happy building! -Werew


Requested: A one shot where the reader tries to help Percival Graves after he’s been kidnapped. He’s cold and doesn’t let her in which leads to him pushing her away and them breaking up. Later when he sees her out with another man he begins to question his previous decision. 

Requested by: the lovely @fandomlover2001

I’ve never done a request before so I hope this doesn’t suck! 

Warnings: smut, language 

Word Count: 3,617

For as long as you could remember you’d known Percival Graves.

You knew everything about him.

What made him tick, what made him happy and what made him sad.

You knew him inside and out.

So, when he started to act different you knew something was wrong. You knew he wasn’t the Percival Graves you’d once known. Not the man you’d loved or the man you’d grown up knowing. But even when it was revealed that someone had been pretending to be him, that your suspicions were right you didn’t find relief.

At first, when he came back home, you’d thought that you could get through to him. That giving him space and attention at the right time would be enough to bring the old Percival Graves back to you. But it wasn’t that easy… the more you tried the more he pulled away.

The more he pulled away.

           Until he pulled away completely.

                       Until you both broke up.

The night that plagued your mind whenever you closed your eyes. It was a late night, the night you broke up, he’d come home from work and you could tell something was wrong before he walked through the door.

         You could feel it in my soul.

You’d been waiting in silence at the kitchen table, your eyes trained on the clock directly across from you. The moment he walked in he kept his eyes from you, his body tense when he hears you get up from the kitchen chair. Your hands rest along the table top and sigh when he reaches for one of the clean wine glasses on the counter. Without speaking a word, he grabs the bourbon and pours it into the glass, his eyes fixated on it.

He barely spoke to you anymore. Instead he acted as if you didn’t exist. As if you weren’t worth consideration. Even when you got up and cleared your throat he still pretended that you didn’t exist.


You’d said after several moments of silence. Your eyes watched him closely before daring to take a step forward. Your feet are quiet, but the moment your hand reaches out to touch his he pulls back. His brown eyes move to yours as a look of frustration crosses his handsome face.

His stare was cold.

           Colder than ice.

“… We need to talk.”

You find yourself pleading, begging as he his head shook in protest. Without speaking you knew what he wanted to say next. You knew that he was going to push you away, but you didn’t expect what he was going to say next. A string of sentences that ended it all.

“We don’t need to talk…”

He started before taking a swig of his bourbon.

“… You need to get out of my life. Because I’m done pretending to love you. I’m done pretending that we still have anything worth keeping us together.”

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Rockabye (pt.7)

genre: angst / stripper!au 

pairing: you x jimin

word count: 3.3k

Originally posted by hongshiyoung

“What do you mean?” You asked more scared than ever. Your heart was practically beating out of your chest. You felt sick to your stomach.

“It’s exactly what I said, Y/N. We need to talk when you come into work tomorrow. From what I can see, I don’t think you are going to like what I have to say either.” Namjoon replied quietly while walking out of the bathroom with Jungkook next to him.


This was not good. This really was not good. When you had to talk to Namjoon, it was never okay. The situation would have to be either extremely bad enough, to where it needs to be brought up to Namjoon, or if the workers did something wrong. In this case, you did do something wrong. You broke the rule.

“What’s going to happen, Y/N?” Jimin questioned like he was a child and he just lost a loved one but didn’t understand what was going on. He was looking down at you, with his forehead resting on yours. His skin was warm and you could’ve sworn his heart was speeding up every minute you didn’t reply. He was worried. Really, really, worried.

You look up to meet his now dull and dark eyes. They weren’t glistening like before. He was hurt. His body language and eyes were like a tattle-tale, yet there you were, not able to do anything about this situation.

You already knew what would happen. Namjoon would threaten your job. It’s black and white for him. You either continue working at his business and leave Jimin or you leave the business and stay with him. It was up to you, not Namjoon.

As much as you liked Jimin, you knew you shouldn’t have done this. You had put everything into the relationship and Jae-Eun even started calling Jimin, dad. It obviously wasn’t the full word since he was still under a year old but it was pretty close.

Jimin makes you happy. He comforts you when you need it and gives you space when you just aren’t feeling the company, which was rare. Without Jimin, you weren’t sure what would happen to you. Without him, is like a bike with a flat tire. You can still get to your destination but it would be a slow ride and you knew, you would most likely give up in the end. The thing that sucked was, you didn’t even know where your destination was and you weren’t willing to find it, alone.

But, you also needed this job. You needed to support your son. Sure, while you and Jimin are together, he would give you the money he has been giving you for months already. But, if you aren’t seeing each other there was no doubt in your mind that he would stop providing you with it. Which meant, going back to working twice as long and less time with your son.That also meant going back to sex, you didn’t want to have. You had no choice.

This is what you had to do.

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BTS’ Reaction to Their Boyfriend Showing Up at Their Hotel Room When on Tour

for anon, hope you like it my friend  \(^ω^\)


He would grab you and whip you into the room so fast while shouting “Babe! I missed you! Did you miss me? Of course you did, I’m the most amazing person you know~”, demanding that you two cuddle and eat for the rest of the night. 

Originally posted by crimsonspeedsterr


“Ahhhh! Baby boy, I’ve been so stressed, I’m glad you’re here.” ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)  He would try and balance out your alone time with his schedules, making sure he had enough time to spend with you without missing anything important.

Originally posted by pjkook


Your ear drums would most likely burst with just how loud he screams when he sees you. Expect 1,000,000 kisses before you even get a chance to say hello.

Originally posted by hobismole

Namjoon/Rap Monster:

He would feel all the pent up stress melt away the minute he saw you, pulling you into a tight hug, soflty kissing your head. He would smile adorably while thinking, This is exactly what I need right now. 

Originally posted by aestheticpinkjoon


After a long and exhausting concert, you showing up at his hotel room alone would make him feel so relaxed. He would probably suggest that the two of you hop in the shower together before cuddling in bed.After fighting about who got to be the big spoon, of course. 

Originally posted by itschiminie


He would freak out, before abruptly stopping and asking if you brought his favourite snuggle blanket. The second you pulled it out of your bag, he would tackle you to the bed. “My baby boy is THE best!” He would kiss all over your face as a small thank you - vowing to give you a much better and more pleasurable thank you later on. 

Originally posted by bwipsul


When he opened his door and saw you standing there, he would immediately pick you up and spin you around while you both laughed. He’d thank the gods for sending him an angel, so happy that he was blessed with such an amazing boyfriend. He would constantly remind you of how amazing you are the whole time you two were together. “I’m so happy that you’re here, babe. I was getting tired of my hand.”  ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Originally posted by jeonbase

- angus  ♡ ♡ ♡

How to Talk to Your Therapist

I get a lot of messages from people asking how to talk to their therapist or how to disclose something difficult, so I wanted to make a post about this. 

I think the first step is to recognize that your therapist’s job is to listen to you with acceptance rather than judgment. Although you are unique and important, your therapist has heard lots of difficult, scary, embarrassing, weird, emotional things from their clients. It’s a typical part of being a therapist and any decent therapist will understand that and be comfortable with whatever you need to bring to the table. So if you can, don’t worry about what your therapist will think of you, or whether they’ll be upset because of what you tell them. 

The next thing I’d recommend thinking about is what you want them to know. Try to identify exactly what you want or need your therapist to know. I like to think about the 1 sentence version, the 1 paragraph version, and the novel version. Sometimes you may have so much going on, or there’s a huge history related to what’s going on, or a lot of context that’s important, so you think you need to share the novel version. It’s not that all of that is unimportant, but it can overwhelming for you to sort through and communicate the way you want. So start with a 1 sentence version or 1 paragraph version (maybe 5 sentences). This will help you figure out how to start talking to your therapist about it, and help you identify what’s most important for them to know.

You don’t need to tell your therapist everything, and you don’t need to disclose all the details about something that you’re experiencing or that’s happened. You may feel like your therapist expects to know all the details, or that you need to share for therapy to work. Ultimately, your history and your experience belong to you, and you are not required to share it with anyone, including your therapist. Research does not indicate that every detail has to be shared for therapy to work- even trauma therapy or other therapies that focus on specific experiences. It’s okay to share, but it’s also okay not to. 

Some clients also prefer to talk in hypotheticals- what if I felt that way? What if a person experienced this? –before actually sharing something about themselves. In my experience, it particularly happens when people are worried about ramifications of sharing- what if I tell their parents, what if I go to the hospital? So it’s fine to use hypotheticals to work that stuff out, or simply to ask- what will you tell my parents? What would cause me to be hospitalized? How can I prevent that?

If you have trouble getting the words out, think about what you would feel comfortable with. Could you write notes for yourself and go off of them when you see your therapist? Could you write a note or a letter for your therapist? Could you email them before your session and tell them the topic you want to discuss? Could you tell them you have something you need to talk about, but are having trouble saying it? Could you leave a voicemail about it? Could you say something about it but not everything? Would using coping strategies in session help? I think enlisting your therapist to help you talk about it is often useful- we understand it’s hard to share something big at all, let alone with someone you may not know well or feel comfortable with.

What else has worked for you?

Unintentional Chapter Nine: No Strings

Chapter Summary: You head over to Jared’s place after Misha leaves you a crying mess on your floor. You open up about your past and make an important phone call.

A/N: PLEASE READ THE WARNINGS FOR THIS CHAPTER!!!!!!! And PLEASE feel free to message me if you have any concerns or just need to talk, this chapter does get a little dark for a bit.

Pairing(s): ????

Warnings: DISCUSSION OF RAPE. It is not described in great detail, Y/N talks about it as part of her past. Discussion of addiction, lots of tequila, implied smut.

Word Count: 2.4k


Originally posted by rickdixonandthefandomlifeposts

You tried to keep yourself from hyperventilating but there was no stopping it as you sat there. Tears streaming down your face as you sobbed, the realization hitting you and making it even worse. You ignored the beep of the microwave, signaling that the popcorn was done. You tried to work yourself towards numbness, but you couldn’t. You fucked up, and now you were alone.


By the time you’d stopped crying, the blood on your face was completely dried and it was almost nine o’clock. The only thing that you knew was that you did not want to be alone anymore. You were nauseous from how upset you’d been and had you not been too scared to wake up alone, you would’ve passed out.

You finally cleaned up and changed before doing the only thing you could think of to do; you headed to the liquor store for a bottle of tequila and made your way over to Jared’s apartment. You knocked on his door nervously. You’d been here plenty of times before, so you weren’t nervous about that. You were nervous because you didn’t want to have to explain all that had just happened, and you knew that you’d probably have to.

You took a deep breath as he opened the door.

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Dangerous Woman-Part 8

A/N: Buckle up fam! I normally do a lot of research for my stories but this was ridiculous!

Warnings: Fluff/Badass/Swearing/Blood/Wound

Summary: You’ve caught the eye of Tony Stark to become the head lawyer for the Avengers. You never expected your life to change but fate has a funny way of turning everything upside down. 

Bucky x Reader 

Part 7 / Masterlist

Originally posted by stuckwithbuck

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White Wine Nights

Summary: In which, we expose Lin as a wine mom 

(I really couldn’t think of a better description, I apologize)

Author’s Note: yay, my collab with @hamilbye!!! yes, it did take us that long to decide to write together and yes, it only took us like three days to finish this. We put our amazing brains together and wrote this pretty quickly. 

I love love love working with you, Nat. It was the most fun. I also love love love you. You’re the best. AND you’re very talented. 

Words: 2,138 

Warnings: alcohol/drinking mentions, a curse word or two (I forget), fluff 

An audible sigh escaped you when you stepped off the elevator in your apartment building, taking a right turn to head down the long hallway. Your feet carried you, but protested heavily after the shift you had pulled at your dead-end waitressing job. You were sure you smelled of stale cigarettes and dirty dishes, but at least you had some cash in your pocket. As if that hadn’t been stressful enough, you hadn’t even seen your apartment in about 20 hours due to college classes and familial commitments. It was the week before Spring Break and hectic was the synonym for your life.

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anonymous asked:

Idk if you're still doing this but think you could give some sensory disorder aus?

disability au’s: sensory disorder!

  • “I come across as this Cool Badass™ because I wear sunglasses indoors but really my eyes are just extra sensitive to light so haha u thought—im pathetic like everyone else”
  • “my situation inspired you to make this art work that allows the color blind to see the colors they couldn’t before and since you made it for me, i tried it out and holy shit…i think i might cry”
  • “my hearing got messed up after an accident and so everything is really loud to me except you—you mumble your words according to all the complaints I hear, but it’s actually a perfect level for me and idk I think this is a match made in heaven??”
  • “there’s an entire project requiring to touch this fabric and you decide to come help me after ten minutes of me staring at it because I absolutely cannot stand the feel of it on my fingers–thanks”
  • “I didn’t mean to randomly start feeling the hem of your shirt but holy shit this fabric is so soft—all the other types rub my skin raw and yours is exactly what I need”
  • “yeah yeah okay I have a weirdly strong sense of smell quit telling everyone I’m a werewolf”
    • “okay vampire”
  • “every time I six next to you in class you keep fucking getting up and moving away and it pisses me off bc what did I even do to you:”
    • “turns out your sense of smell picks up my perfume twice as well and it gives you a headache…oops”
    • “turns out I scratch my pencil on my paper when I write and you will literally go mad at that sound amplified in your ear”
    • “either way you hate it bc I’m hella cute and you wanna stay by my side”
  • “I like watching you because you remind me of my dog whenever you hear something coming — your face and ears kinda perk up and you look around real fast because noises sound like they’re right next to you and u flip out”
  • “I’m pretty sure you only love me because I have no sense of smell to smell the shit covering our child’s diaper”
  • “I have a habit of talking shit under my breath and I forget you can always hear me when I complain and repeat what I say BUT LOUDER SO I KNOW I AINT SHIT”
Liam Payne reveals his love for Cheryl for the first time, saying she's been his dream girl forever
LIAM PAYNE is genuinely living out his childhood fantasies. He’s a multimillionaire, a music superstar and, to top if all off, about to have a baby with the woman of his dreams. For the first time,…

WE’RE SUPER HAPPY’ Liam Payne opens up about his love for Cheryl for the first time, saying she’s been his ‘dream girl’ since he was a teen

One Direction star gushes about his mum-to-be girlfriend in new interview

WORLD EXCLUSIVEFrom Dan Wootton’s Bizarre column16th March 2017, 10:01 pm Updated: 16th March 2017, 10:06 pm

LIAM PAYNE is genuinely living out his childhood fantasies.

He’s a multimillionaire, a music superstar and, to top if all off, about to have a baby with the woman of his dreams.

For the first time, the ONE ­DIRECTION star has broken his silence about his relationship with CHERYL, admitting the Geordie singer — ten years his senior — was the girl he lusted over as a scruffy teenager in Wolverhampton.

Liam said: “This is the thing. In a non-cliché way, it’s weird waking up every day and literally living out your dream. You wake up in the most beautiful places.

“Obviously I have the most ­beautiful girlfriend in the world and she’s absolutely amazing. She’s been my dream girl since I was younger. She’s so ace.”

Liam and Cheryl, who I revealed were dating in February last year, are UK music’s No1 power couple, amassing millions of record sales between them courtesy of their careers as part of the biggest boyband and girlband of their generation — 1D and GIRLS ALOUD.

They first met when Liam ­auditioned in front of judge Cheryl on the 2011 series of The X Factor, where he went on to form 1D with HARRY STYLES, LOUIS TOMLINSON, ZAYN MALIK and NIALL HORAN.

Her experience in the music industry is ­certainly appreciated by Liam, who’s about to embark on his solo career following an incredible five years with his band.

Speaking to Rollacoaster magazine, he said: “She is a wonderful, wonderful person and it’s amazing to have someone who can relate to so much of things — someone who’s taken greater steps than me.

“Her solo career was ­amazing. She’s been in the ­industry for 14 years now.

“She fully supports me. We’re super happy. It’s a very personal, precious time for us. I’m still ­learning. I’m only 23.”

Cheryl is a wonderful, wonderful person and it’s amazing to have someone who can relate to so much of things — someone who’s taken greater steps than me

Liam will soon become the fourth member of the band to release his own material, with Harry still ­keeping the fanbase waiting.

The singer, however, refuses to ­distance himself from the record-breaking boyband, showing his loyalty by his decision to accept the award for Best British Music Video at the Brits last month.

He clearly has fond memories of being in the band, even looking back proudly at being thrown out of a hotel by the new President of the United States.

Liam said: “DONALD TRUMP ­actually kicked us out of his hotel once. You wouldn’t believe it.

“It was about [meeting] his daughter. He phoned up our manager and we were asleep. He said, ‘Well, wake them up’ and I was like ‘No’ and then he wouldn’t let us use the underground garage.

“Obviously in New York we can’t really go outside. New York is ruthless for us. So he was like, ‘OK, then I don’t want you in my hotel.’ So we had to leave.”

As well as speaking about Cheryl for the first time, Liam also addresses his secret ­friendship with JUSTIN BIEBER in his rare chat.

The singer revealed the pair confided in each other regarding the pressures of the industry and dealing with their “chaotic lives”.

Liam said: “He’s a great guy — inside there’s a really good heart.

“I said, ‘Look, the difference between me and you is I had four different boys going through the same thing to look to. He didn’t have that.’

“I said to him, ‘Take my number and any time you want a chat, let me know as I’m here and I understand exactly what you’re going through and I understand your world.’

“He needs somebody like that and in that position.”

Unlike Liam, who only has to roll over and speak to the person he’s sharing a bed with.

And wootton has the exclusive?????

You’re Not There

Based on the song: You’re Not There by Lukas Graham

Word Count: 2080

Warnings: Angst. Death.

A/N: I had a weird day and was feeling super angsty/depressed. Then that song came on my iPod and I just… I just had to write.

Her gratitude was etched into every worry line and wrinkle on her face as she hugged her little boy close. Over his shoulder, the woman stared up at Dean with watery eyes. “Thank you so much!”

With a little wave and smile, Dean turned and walked away. Another hunt and another win. Everyone made it out alive except for the monster. A year ago he would have celebrated with you. A year ago, he would have let your excitement at seeing a family reunited wash over him. A year ago, you would have wrapped your arm around his waist and guided him to the Impala with a beautiful smile painted on your lips.

A year ago, everything was different.

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Distraction Redux (Harrison Wells/Reader)

Imagine Dr. Harrison Wells strolling in on you drunk and laying on his desk half naked…oh the things that can happen…

**This is a revival/new content/new look version of this series. I want to do it justice and feel like the first part went well. Stay tuned!**

Originally posted by politeandnotgay

NOTE: The reader for this was an engineering assistant to Ronnie, which is why they stuck around after the accident. They know about Barry and I’m sure have helped out with many of the gizmos they build. 

 Dr. Harrison Wells stared at the article heading unchanged. Waving a hand over the console he glanced over the minor articles. He didn’t know why he did this to himself…it just made him more homesick. Sighing he turned wiping a hand over his face his eyes landing  on his chair.

He stared at it with contempt as his hands rested on his hips. He hated this thing with a passion that did not encompass words from this known world. The only thing he hated more was Flash.

He took a seat powering it up quickly and maneuvered it out into the hall the time vault closing behind him. He didn’t have time to be homesick and worrying about chairs. He needed to figure out a way to get Barry faster and it was turning out to be much more difficult then he anticipated.

Turning into the cortex he breathed a sigh of relief seeing it was empty. He’d risk standing but with all the excitement going on lately somehow he’d knew it come to bite him in the ass.

Rolling over to a computer he tapped the keyboard sparking life into his eyes flicking over the room. He had to do a double take over to his office his heart skipping a beat seeing a pair of legs hanging off his desk.

His heart thumped loudly in his ears as he rolled over. Despite having the ability to zoom across distances he took the slow agonizing path, letting all the worst scenarios pas through his mind.

He rolled into the office stopping the chair at the end of the desk tilting his head, “Y/N?”

“Hm?” You smiled lifting your head toward him, “Ah…There you are…”

He stared at your form laying on his desk topless. He was trying to remain focused on your face, but was finding it exceeding hard. His eyes kept flicking down to your stomach leading up to the delicate lingerie that pushed up your delicate breast in the most…alluring way. There was no doubt that he’d found you beautiful fully dressed…now…you had ascended to the state of a goddess.

You sat up looking at him with rosey red cheeks a smirk playing across your lips, “You…you  are…exactly what I need right now.”

“I walk into work this morning and find you shirtless on my desk…” He stayed where he was watching you slowly begin to shift your weight to your feet, “Exactly how much have you had to drink tonight?”

“Meh…” You waved the question off almost toppling over catching yourself on his desk knocking papers around. You were cute trying to play it off like you meant to do everything. He’d never seen you like this ever, “I was helping Barry…Barry n…n…”


“Caitlin!” You pointed at him, “Yes…she was there too…we uh…tried a new Caitlin brew.”

Wells sighed and half smiled amused by conversation, “So you just had a sip…”

“I had a sip…” You admitted taking him by surprise as you sat down straddling him in his chair, “But…but that doesn’t even matter…”

“Uh…” He swallowed trying to wet his suddenly dry throat as he gripped the chairs arms tightly as you continued.

“I see…the way you look at me…” You smiled your eyes narrowing on him as you began to speak with your hands. Eventually landing on his tense flanges gripping the chair’s arm, “I’m not always consumed with my work, like you think I am.”

“Y/N…” He flipped his hands grabbing the backs of your arms before your roaming hands could proceed further than his shoulders, “You’re drunk…”

“That’s okay…it’s okay…I just…I came to see you.” Your small frame escaped his grasp allowing your hands to move to his neck, your thumbs caressing his just behind his jaw sending shivers down his spine, “I had to say that I have always liked you…even when you yelled at me that one time for proceeding without Ronnie present…it was so hot…”

 “Y/N…” He began to protest again, but was cut off as you leaned into him your lips planted themselves against his. Nothing could have prepared him for that, or the feeling of pure elation erupting in his chest. He moved his hands slowly to your bare back memorizing the sensations he felt as he went along the way. He’d forgotten what this felt like and was startled at how much he craved it.

He pulled away quickly remembering that he needed to play the better man. Harrison Wells was a man still grieving, and your boss, “Y/N…I…”

He stopped as you stared him beginning to pale, “I think I’m gonna be sick…”

His eyes widened as he simply reacted when your hand went to your mouth. He sped you to the nearest bathroom in the facility. He sighed holding your hair back as ‘Caitlin’s Brew’ had it’s vengeance upon you.

When you were finished you laid your face on the toilet seat closing your eyes tightly making a soft moaning noise. He let out a long sigh as he looked at you before reaching over brushing a strand of hair behind your ear.

He never thought anyone would like him in that way again. He thought he’d lost the opportunity of companionship years before his descended into the past. However, here you were, drunkenly confessing your feelings to him. It was probably as close as he would ever get again.

He cleaned you up before carefully carrying you back to his office laying down on his small couch. You sighed, he wasn’t sure if it was from content or pain at this point, as he laid a lab blanket over you before taking a seat in his damnable chair where he stole glances at you the rest of the night as he continued his work.

That you morning you woke up groaning and feeling as if battery acid had been poured down your throat. You sat up looking at the blanket wrapped around as you heard laughter, “I see you didn’t make it home last night.”

You glared at Barry standing in the doorway as you whispered, “Where am I?”

“Dr. Wells’ office.” He walked over with a cup of coffee holding it out to you, “I don’t know what it is about the girls in this lab but you do not do alcohol very well…”

You reached for the cup as the blanket slipped a little you recoiled holding the blanket around yourself “Where is my shirt? Why am I missing clothing? I don’t remember what happened last night…why am talking so loud?”

Barry had to stop himself from laughing as groaned, “I…don’t know…Dr. Wells said he found your crashed in his office when he came in this morning. He couldn’t wake you up, so he covered you up. Just…drink the coffee, I’ll get you a lab shirt.”

“Thanks, Barry…” You swung your feet off the couch taking the coffee from him holding it to your face as he left.

“I see you’ve awakened.” Looking up you saw Wells rolling over to you. He didn’t seem mad…but you knew him to keep his composure quite well.

“I am so sorry, Dr. Wells.” He watched you get flustered.

He raised his hands silencing you giving you a small handsome smile, “It’s okay, we’re all entitled to a mishap occasionally.”

You put your fingers on the bridge of your nose trying not to cry from embarrassment, “All the same…it will not happen again.” 

“Headache?” You nodded sniffing away the tears as he held out his hand to you, “Which brings me to why I’m here.”

He dropped a few aspirin into your hand and you gave a sigh of relief before looking into his eyes, “My knight in shining armor.”

He watched you throw you head back wincing a little as you took the pills. He mulled over a moment how to move on when finally he just spoke what was on his mind, “When you’re feeling better, I’d like your thoughts on something I’m working on in the bunker. As we’re encountering more metahumans, I feel we need a better containment system. I have a few ideas, I’d like you to use your hands to make them a reality.”

“Of course, Dr. Wells.” You nodded slowly as you stood up seeing Barry heading back over, “I’ll get right on it.”

“How many times must I ask you to call me Harrison?” His eyes narrowed on you making you stop briefly.

You smirked walking past him tilting your head a little, “Just once more.”

He smiled turning the chair watching you head for the door, “Y/N…”

You stopped and looked at him. He smiled at you to your great surprise it looked inviting from his usual one, “Call me Harrison.”

You flushed a little and looked down to your feet, “Uh…Of course, Dr. Wells.”

You turned from him walking over to Barry taking a sweatshirt he’d found for you. Wells didn’t take his eyes off of you feeling disheartened. He didn’t know what he expected, perhaps it was for the best. He needed to stay focused on Barry, and you would only serve as a distraction. 

Still…a distraction might be nice here and there…

Benny & Lullabies

This was requested by @hunters-hiraeth! I hope you enjoy this! <3 <3

Word count: 430

Warnings: fluff

(gif is not mine)

It was another restless night for you in the bunker.  Sam and Dean were on a hunt and you hated sleeping alone.  You hoped that Benny was still in the kitchen; it smelled like it.  You wondered what he could be cooking at an hour like this.

You poked your head into the kitchen, immediately gaining Benny’s attention.  A smile spread across his lips before he returned to the food on the stove.  “Ya should be sleepin’ Sugar Belle,” Benny mumbled, stirring the food inside of the pot.  “I’m not keepin’ ya up am I?”

“Nope,” you sighed, hoisting yourself onto the countertop next to Benny.  “I can’t sleep.”  

Benny glanced over at you.  He could sense how tired you were.  It was a good thing he convinced Sam and Dean to go without you.  “I’ve already made you a cup of tea,” Benny recalled, turning off the burner.  “I think I know just what’cha need [Y/N].”

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I’ve Got You (part 1)

Pairing: Jongdae x Reader

Genre: Fluff, Canon AU, Future Smut (??)

Description: You work for SM as it’s public relations specialist, and Jongdae is one client that you have to deal with far too much. Sometimes though, he isn’t all that bad.

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7, Part 8, Part 9, Part 10, Part 11, Part 12,

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Love Triumphs Chapter 2: The Next Morning

Jared Padalecki x Reader

1300 Words

Chapter Summary: The next day on set, you aren’t sure how to act around everyone, especially Jared.

Story Summary: AU (I love Gen, and love her with Jared.) Jared and Gen have split up, but are still friendly. You, the Reader have recently started acting on Supernatural, and have fallen in love with Jared. Both of you get hate due to the fact that you are much younger than he is.

Catch Up Here: Part 1

That next morning, after your date with Jared, you couldn’t stop smiling. As you got ready for another busy day on set, you couldn’t help but hum along with one of your favorite songs, grabbing your cup of coffee on the way out the door.

Driving through the main gate, you parked in your normal parking spot, waving at Misha as you walked past him. “You’re in a good mood.” He said, turning to walk with you.

“Yes, I am.” You answered, not ashamed that you were feeling good.

“I’m glad. It’s about time you felt at home on set. None of us bite you know.” He teased, and you knew you had been a little stand offish during your first week on set. Stopping suddenly, you waited for him to come back to you.

“I’m sorry. It’s just. This show has been going on for quite some time, and everyone is comfortable and friendly with each other. I wasn’t sure where I fit in, or how long I would even be here.” You admitted. Misha seemed easy to talk to, very open.

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