#sorry to dig up your old posts I saw this on insta and wanted to say something

[mercury-viennazu]

It gets even worse actually. Because imagine being a demon, and you go through this whole my-boss-started-dating-the-boss-of-our-rivals experience, and you’re like. Okay okay I see how it it, my bad lol, we had the wrong angel demon couple. And you go about your life, and suddenly, you start noticing. Crowley isn’t on Earth for as long anymore. Crowley starts going back downstairs to watch other demons be absolute failures. Also, he seems a bit… more tired? Less snarky than usual? Gloomy and sulking even? And then one day, someone probably makes a mistake. Someone asks him something along the lines of ‘hey Crowley now that Beelzebub went off with Gabriel, when are you gonna start putting some moves on going off with Aziraphale? We all know you’re dating.’ And Crowley either absolutely destroys that poor soul to the point where everyone remembers they’re talking to the Serpent of Eden, Original Tempter, Deliverer of the Antichrist-

Or Crowley just starts sobbing uncontrollably

the demons in hell must be having a riot there's all these rumors about crowley and aziraphale dating and allegedly theres a picture of them together and then 90 years later you hear that a demon and angel ran off to alpha centauri and you're like oh must be crowley and aziraphale they've been a thing for ages but NO its your boss beelzebub (ex boss now, apparently) and heaven's supreme archangel fucking gabriel. like how do you go back to work after hearing this

[mimikoolover]

I saw your post and i think your feeling are valid, but I've noticed that the kpop industry is starting to sorta normalize dating, which is a good thing. There were a ton of couples exposed a bit ago, and only 1 got backlash. I think whatever the outcome is, jimin will be fine. Bts have such a strong fanbase and they have so much fame that it won't affect them in the slightest. Just look at Taehyung he had the 2nd best selling album last year despite the taennie drama.

Now, one thing I do wanna say is I think people need to stop calling that woman names and making her look bad. The truth is we have no idea if they're truly dating, dated, or have some type of friendship. So digging and trying to find dirt on her is a bad move because that WILL damage jimins rep if any of those allegations are true. As fans, we need to know our place because I'm sure jimin wouldn't like it if we were calling someone he knows a hag, ugly, attention seeker etc.. & we also don't want him to go down the same road as hyuna.

nah she started this, if people want to dig up dirt on her it's because of her own actions. fuck around and find out kinda deal. what I wish people would do is ignore her clout chasing ass. you think her putting jimin's career in danger is cute? tae had a good selling album because no one believed teannie because half his fans are tkkers and they wanted to be delusional. plus they never confirmed taennie. you're acting like hybe confirmed jimin dating this bitch. we don't know if he's even beyond acquittances with the bitch if he even knows her fr. let's see the leaked pics of them together oh she couldn't post that? if jimin comes out and owns this woman then fine. until then it's fair play.

if she really dated/s jimin then she could always choose to be quiet. it's not a requirement for her to chase clout on insta.

btw the one that had backlash is the same one who was on the front page of the BBC website here in the uk. that's a massive deal. if you want jimin to be in the news for relationship drama then that would be shocking.

I'm sorry for responding in a rude way but I can't imagine anyone defending a 33 year old (in June) clout chaser.

[serede986]

(HC) Self Harm - Jumin, 707 and Saeran(GE)

TW⚠️

Thank you so much for the request @qlassicc . Tho I'm so sorry I took 5 months to complete this, that was way too rude of me, I'm really sorry. I hope this completes what you asked for. Please feel free to demand a rewrite.

TW⚠️ Self Harm, mentioned abuse, assault.

~

Jumin

It's finally time, huh? What did we even do to you bitch? Taking our Jumin away for your selfish needs.

What do you hate? Height? Why don't I try and push you down the building?

You tried, breathing heavy and tears. Clutching your chest you fell to your knees, sobbing, trying to get some amount of oxygen in your system.

This was not the first time someone's comment hurt you, but it was getting worse and worse.

Sometimes it's them, or sometimes those high class wives, trying to bring you down, excusing their behaviour by putting up any petty excuse.

Jumin could suspect your growing anxiousness. Knowing how closely he observes you, you are certain he already knows.

But, I'm hurting him..

Rattled by the small voice in your head, your fingers snacked through your hair, pulling it so roughly. Your sobs were now screams.

It's hard, isn't it?

Looking up, you could spot a pink string. Elizabeth's leash. It was blurry, but enough for you to walk up there and grab it. Wrapping it tight around your wrist, you could see your hand slowly turning purple.

"MC? Dar' where are you?" You heard your husband call out your name, walking towards the room you were in.

Quickly wiping your eyes you hid your hand behind your back, smiling, trying to look as normal as possible.

Washroom is emp-

"Hello love- what's wrong?" Voice laced with concern, Jumin narrowed his eyes at you. Standing in front of you.

"Elizabeth's leash, can I have it MC?"

Leash that partly hung down was visible after your skirt ended below your knees.

Breath hitched in your throat.

You nodded, not really having the courage to speak, afraid you would burst out crying.

Suddenly, he grabbed your hands from your back. You hissed, feeling his finger touch your wrist.

His eyes spoke of shock, welled with tears. A sob escaped you.

He gently unwrapped the leash, staring down at your hand, his tears falling on the purple.

"I... Won't ask why.. seven told me about those comments, and I was aware of those ladies and I still couldn't do-"

"Jumin.. p-please don't leave.."

"I won't MC, we'll go through this together. "

"Mhmm.. " resting your head on his chest, you feel his hand softly caressing your head, pecking.

~

707

I'm 50, is it okay with you sweetheart

-No, I have a husband.

You have a husband? Why don't we leave that douchebag and escape to the Maldives.

-No. I love my husband, there's no way I'd leave him for a creep like you.

Oh c'mon darling, don't be so sour now. How much do you want? 5000?

-It's not about money.

Oh! Perfect then! Why don't we start with some nudes then?

*picture*

Oh my goodness- stop it.

This was the third time you blocked this guy but again he made a fake account to contact you.

Afraid as you were, you wanted to contact Seven, but didn't really know how or if he would even trust you. It's been going on for months now.

Flashbacks of when you were 16 started to creep into your mind. How you were so much into partying and how you somehow let so many creeps in your life, how it was so difficult to get out of the phase, how it was so difficult to be safe.

But.. Why is it happening again?

Your breath starts constructing in your throat it's so tight. Why would this happen again

Ugggghhhhdjjxjsmxjwkd

Breathing out, you looked down at your legs. Tho light, but those scars were still visible.

Taking the blade out of the first aid box, you close your eyes,piercing your skin. You let out hiss immediately followed by a sigh of relief.

Placing the blade on other leg-

"NO! MC!"

His hand wrapped around your wrist, pulling your grip from the blade.

"Stop this please stop this! you know how important you are to me, right? t-then why are you doing this? MC please tell me what's going on?" He exclaimed, throwing the blade somewhere in the room.

He cradled you in his arms, rocking back and forth trying to calm you down. You told him in between cries of panic and pain.

"Shhh.. it's okay MC." He muttered out phrases that caressed love and worry. As your story completed, those creeps in your high school, how you unintentionally got older men's attention, how similar stuff started to appear on your insta handle, how you were threatened, you stopped hearing any voice from Saeyoung.

Looking up, you could see all the usual shine in his eyes, vanished.

"Sae.. hey.."

His eyes met yours, meeting you in a soft kiss. Breaking from the kiss, he muttered "I said this in our vows, and I'll say this again, I'll always protect you, and you'll never hear from any creep ever again."

You gasped lightly, then nuzzled your head on his shoulder. You could feel him move from giggles and laughter, as he slowly saw the creep suffer through his computer screen.

~

Saeran

You are such a disgrace to our family! What a worthless daughter, huh?

You were sitting there on the floor, legs covered with fresh and old, cuts, and scars older than ten years, slapping you on your run from your home.

Memories of how your family set up random people to sleep with you, and marry you at the young age of 14, started to creep into your mind since the last few days.

Your eyes burned, dry, as you tried to close them.

How tough it is for you, huh? You just have to marry that man. Why don't you just accept your fate and live with it?

MC.. you're a lady, it is your destiny to live with a man and serve him. If you get beaten up, you deserve it.

But that man is 20 year older than me..

Do not talk back.

You let out a scream, grabbing your hair, pulling it with as much force as possible.

Your sister with whom you lost contact was on a call with you, informing you of her pregnancy with a girl. You started to get scared remembering how your childhood was ruined, how you, a girl, was treated in your household. Not only you but your sister too and how you escaped that home or hell to term it otherwise.

Your anxiety started to take over you, another victim of your family's beliefs. Another young life on the verge of being ruined.

Can this not happen anymore?

You ran away, and your fiance will leave you soon too. Let him realise what a worthless brat you are.

You wanted money, didn't you? Soon he'll realise you're a gold dig-

"NO I AM NOT!" You yelled into the phone, immediately throwing the phone at the nearest wall, shattering. Tiny glass pieces hit you back, piercing your skin.

Startled, you heard the rattle of the door knob, trying to push in.

"Saer-" your breath hitched in your throat, trying to call him. "I'm a bit busy Sae, I'll be out in a while.." you called out to him, nervous as you didn't hear any response from him.

The door turned open, he looked at you. You knew he was shocked, but he didn't really let it get to his face, knowing how much you needed him now, no matter how much you denied him.

Walking out, he soon came back with first aid box, sitting down in front of you, covering any bruises and scratches on your skin.

"I'm sorry Saeran.."

Your nervousness grew, receiving no response from him. Was he disappointed in you?

"... You're not worthless MC. You're everything to me, I.. cannot even try to imagine my life without you, you're that important to me. Please don't do this, not anymore MC, please?" You looked up into his eyes, tears damp on his cheeks.

You nodded looking down on your knees, ashamed.

"A-and don't be ashamed either. I have a surprise for you. Last week, Jaehee noona taught me how to make ice cream, and I made chocolate."

You looked up at him with a gasp, what a sweet surprise!

A few days later you started going to the counselling sessions with Saeran, seeking help together. Your sister was rescued by Saeyoung and Jumin, receiving help and support from different psychiatrist, and support for her child from the government.

~

Help is always available. Here is a post that mentions helplines that can be useful. My dms and asks are always open.

[anicyz]

Hi! Just popping in to say I'm enjoying your speedrun AU so far and I'm looking forward to the next chapter! (But no rush! Take your time!) Just curious, how did you get into LU?

I’m glad you’re enjoying it! I’m having a blast writing it haha I’ve actually finished writing chapter 3 as of yesterday and it is now in the hands of my friend who will hopefully get back to me about whether or not it’s good enough to post sooner rather than later (read quickly my friend! I’m sorry it’s so long!)

How I got into LU is kinda a blur to me because I found it on Pinterest like 4 years ago? But at the time I wasn’t super active on social media so it was more like I saw it every now and then and thought it was cool but had no idea there was a whole fandom behind it. Cut to December of 2021 a friend of mine tells me all about this Legend of Zelda AU and it keeps sounding more and more familiar the longer they talk. I go on insta- find it and flash back to senior year of college.

Getting into the fandom itself was kind of like a downward spiral of reading all the fanfiction, getting a wild(ha) hair and deciding I wanted to pick up writing as a hobby, and digging up my very old, very dusty tumblr account from the grave I’d buried it in. The rest is history!

[tsukishumai]

Date Night w/ Atsumu, Osamu, Suna

Warnings: Drinking, Smoking (weed)

A/N: repost bc I checked and my posts weren’t showing up in the tags 😭 sorry if you’ve seen it already.

Pls enjoy (ㆁᴗㆁ✿)

Atsumu

“Where are we going?” “It’s a surprise!”

Whenever Atsumu said those words, it meant one of two things: he’s put a lot of thought and effort into this and you’re about to have the best night of your life... or he’s done nothing, is winging it and kinda hoping for the best.

It’s been about a 50/50 success rate so you really don’t know why you’re gonna get.

“Tsumu, I swear to god, if this is like that one time by the beach...” “shut yer trap! We’re almost there!”

He opened the door to a small, studio like space, waving his hand and motioning for you to enter. You rolled your eyes at his theatrics but let out a tiny gasp once you were able to take in your surroundings.

Canvases perched up on easel stands lined the room, chairs set up in front with a little table next to the easel topped with paint supplies and wine glasses.

You turned to him excitedly. ���Paint and wine night!?”

“Paint and wine!” Atsumu exclaimed, “Ya been complaining bout how ya miss doing art, so I thought we could do it together. I would’ve liked a private class, but they only did group sessions.”

“This is perfect,” you said, taking a seat and inspecting the supplies. Atsumu couldn’t help but puff out his chest in pride.

The room soon filled out with the other guests, the instructor coming in a few minutes after everyone’s arrived.

Atsumu chose a red wine, you chose a white. You were only supposed to be served by the glass but he insisted on a bottle each, and you weren’t the only one that has a hard time saying no to him.

“Babe,” he slurred halfway through the night, “is mine supposed to look like that?”

“Tsumu, we’re supposed to be painting an ocean... where did you get that red paint?” “I dunno, I just found it.”

The instructor tried to ignore the both of you giggling like idiots, but they had to step in when Atsumu started flinging paint at you with his brush.

“Miya-san, please stop chugging the wine.”

You chuckled at Atsumu grumbling next to you, trying to steady your hand while adding in your final details.

“Aaaand done!” Atsumu beat you to it. You take a second to glance at his canvas.

“Atsumu... what the hell is th-“ “it’s called abstract art, okay?! Ya normies wouldn’t get it!”

Where the hell did he learn ‘normies’ from?

You laughed at his canvas the entire way home, much to Atsumu’s chagrin.

Still, you hung it up on the wall by your bed, just so it could be the last thing you saw every night before you drifted off to sleep.

Osamu

“Where’d you hear about this?” Osamu asked reluctantly.

“I saw a post about in on Insta! My friends went last weekend, and they said it was amazing!” “I didn’t know you had friends?” “You know what, Samu...”

When you arrived at your destination, you couldn’t help but smile at the wide-eyed expression on your boyfriends face.

Hyogo was hosting a food festival, encouraging up and coming chefs to rent out booths and test out any and all unique recipes they could think off.

Booths on either side lined the road, crowds of people holding plates of food that Osamu didn’t even know existed.

“Which one should we try first?” You asked, but Osamu was already walking up to stand claiming to sell “Sushi Burritos”

“We have to do this strategically,” Osamu said, looking at the paper pamphlet he received from one of the information stands, “We should only get one thing from each stand so we have room for dessert. It looks like all the dessert stands are on this end, so we’ll just do one big circle.”

You nodded and gave him a salute, happy to be dragged around by the hand.

You’d never seen Osamu so animated, eyes darting from one booth to the next, ears practically steaming.

Your favorite was watching him take his first bite out of whatever creation you bought from the stall in front of you, his eyes would flutter close and the satisfied hum slipping from his mouth always brings your lips up to a smile.

“Let’s try this one next,” he said, leading you up to an onigiri stand.

The worker handed you a plate with three perfectly formed onigiri, your mouth watering at the scent wafting into your nostrils.

You took a bite... and another one... but your brows knitted together together after each chew

“Something wrong?” Osamu asked

You shook your head. “No, nothings wrong... it’s just, ever since I’ve had your onigiri, nothing else can really compare”

Osamu desperately hide the blush that was quickly spreading across his cheeks. “Oh really?”

“Yeah! You know, Samu, if you opened up an Onigiri shop, I bet it would be the best one in the country.”

Osamu laughed, slinging an arm around your shoulder as he lead you to the next destination.

“You think so?” “I KNOW so.”

Osamu shook his head. “I couldn’t pull something off like that.”

You stopped in your tracks, tugging on his hand and forcing him to face you. “Osamu, I think you could do absolutely anything you set your mind to,” your tone was serious for a second before shooting him a wide grin, “and you would do it better than anyone!”

Osamu smiled, watching you run off to the next booth, thinking that if he had you by his side, then he could probably rule the world.

Suna

Suna has never ever striked you as the “hiking” type

So when he said he wanted to take you to a spot he used to frequent in high school, you were surprised, but oddly excited.

“How’d you find this place?” “You know... exploring.”

He took you to a park that was a 20 minute train ride from his apartment. The park was situated at the base of a mountain, and further back behind a canopy of trees was the beginning of a trail that you wouldn’t see if you didn’t know it was there.

Suna walked ahead, extending his hand behind him for you to take. He laced your fingers together, trudging along the path side by side.

The trail wasn’t really much of a hike as it is a walk. The terrain was relatively flat most of the way, green leaves bordering each side of the path.

Suddenly, Suna stopped, pulling you over to the side and moving aside branches and leaves.

“Rin? What are you doing?” You asked curiously, but he just said, “Trust me.”

Past the foliage was another trail, one that looks like it wasn’t meant to exist in the first place, formed only by repeating footprints that climbed up the slope.

Suna held out his hand for you to take, looking like he had every intention of climbing up the side of this muddy hill.

“Uhhhh, Rin, I don’t think we’re supposed to -“ “I said trust me, didn’t I?”

You grumbled at him, throwing snide remarks and thanking god that you wore an old pair of sneakers today.

It took about 10 minutes of climbing until you reached the top, walking past a couple of trees to reach a clearing.

In the middle of the clearing was a tree stump, different logs of various sizes encircling the stump. You rolled your eyes, knowing exactly what it was you were looking at.

“You brought me to your old high school smoking spot?” “Hell yeah, I did.”

Suna walked ahead of you, sitting down on one of the logs and digging through the backpack he was wearing.

He stood up, and laid down a small blanket on the log, sitting back down and patting the spot next to him. You chuckled, taking a seat next to him.

“If you wanted to get high, we could have just done it at the apartment?” You said, but Suna just shrugged. “It’s nice to have a change of scenery once in a while.”

He dug out his bag, zipping it open and setting his grinder, blunt wraps, and weed on the tree stump.

You’ve always liked watching Suna prepare your blunts. He’s let you try doing it once or twice, but you could never get it to roll as tightly as he does.

You hear the telltale click of a lighter, Suna dragging the flame across the seam of the wrap before bringing one end to his lips, and lighting the other.

Once it was lit, he took a few deep drags before passing it over to you. You brought the blunt to your lips, taking in a deep breath, holding it until you felt your lungs burn, and letting out a big puff of smoke.

“Whoa there,” Suna commented, and you laughed in between fits of coughing.

“It’s been a tough week.” “Yeah? Tell me about it.”

The two of you sat there, you weren’t sure how long, exchanging stories about your week, making each other laugh with corny jokes you read online, showing each other tik toks and just enjoying each other’s company.

The blunt was finished long ago, and you notice Suna’s shoulders were much less tense, his facial features finally easing into a calm expression.

“Practice has been tough, huh?” You asked, and he let out a big sigh.

“Yeah... but it’s alright. S’long as we still get to do stuff like this, I’ll survive.”

You tilted your head as he stood up. “Where you going?”

“Let’s go, it’s getting cold and I got the munchies.”

“I am way too high to climb down that slope right now.”

And that’s how you got Suna Rintarou to give you a piggy back ride down the side of a muddy hill.

A/N: also sorry for the shittt format I’m on mobile :(

[atlafan]

Take it Slow - Part Fifty-Three

a/n: okay this is my first shot at a harry:y/n fic, and it will be multiple parts. y/n had a bad experience with an ex over a year ago, and finally accepts her coworker and good friend Niall’s invitation to go on a blind date with his friend Harry.

Warnings: Fluff, Smut, and some Angst.

Masterpost (all previous parts can be found in the masterpost)

Julia mostly kept her distance from Harry as much as she could for the rest of the week. She was embarrassed by what she had done, or what she had attempted to do. Harry couldn’t wait to get home to you. He felt slightly depressed Friday morning. It was your six month anniversary, and he wasn’t even there to be with you. He didn’t say much at breakfast.

“Everything alright, H? You should be happy, we’ve done great work this week.”

“I’m fine, I-“ His phone goes off. A notification from Instagram and Facebook.

You had edited together a video for him. It was of the two of you, different pictures and videos of the two of you over the last six months with one of your favorite songs in the background. It was a song you two had listened to on the way to New Hampshire. Your message in the caption was short and sweet.

To the man I’m lucky enough to call my boyfriend and the love of my life, six months may not seem like a long time to others, but I have loved nothing more than being with you all this time. You make every day better. I can’t wait to see what the next six months hold for us. I love you, Harry.

Harry put his phone down and put his face in his hands. He starts crying, leaving Christin and Julia deeply concerned and confused.

“Harry?” Christin puts a hand on his shoulder. He slides his phone over to her so she can watch the video. “Oh…honey…” He grabs a napkin and blows his nose. His eyes were red and puffy. “It’s your anniversary?” He nods his head yes. Christin had never seen him like this before. She finally understood he really had it bad. “This was shit timing, I’m so sorry.”

“I need to….I need to go call her, excuse me.” He sniffles and gets up to call you.

“Hi baby.” You coo.

“Hi…saw your video…”

“Are…are you crying?”

“No!” He wipes his eyes. “Okay, maybe a little, but only because it was so sweet and I just wish I was with you.”

“Oh, Harry.” You wish you were there to console him, your sensitive boy.

“Um…before I left I packed away something for you. Can I tell you where it is?”

“You don’t want me to wait until you get back?”

“No, it’s similar to what you did for me, so I want you to have it now.”

“Alright. Where would it be?”

“Go to where all of my picture boxes are.”

“Okay, one sec.” He hears you shuffle around. “Okay.”

“It’s in the box labeled London 2015.”

You open up the box and gasp, a smile grows on Harry’s face. Inside was a photo album with a picture of the two of you on the front. It looked like he had it made himself.

“Printed it at work.”

“Oh my god, Harry.”

“Flip through it later. Just wanted to know you had it.”

“I can’t wait to look through it, this is so sweet. I love you so much.” He feels tears prick at his eyes again.

“I love you too.”

“Only one more sleep baby.”

“I know.”

“I finished my period yesterday, so I’ll be good to go for you.” You joke, trying to make him happier.

“Well, that’s excellent news.” He chuckles, and then sighs. “I have to go…I’ll call you later.”

“Sounds good, can’t wait to see you tomorrow.”

“Me too, love you.”

“Love you too.”

He hangs up the phone and walks back over to the table. He slumps down in his chair. Christin looks at Julia, then to Harry.

“I’ll be fine.” He takes a sip of coffee. “I don’t want a word of this spread, do you both understand?” Christin smiles at him. “What?”

//

You sit down on the sofa with the book. The picture on the front was him kissing you on the cheek on the London Eye. You open it up, and on the first page was a message from him.

To my light, my love, my everything.

You smile big as you flip to the next page. It was the picture of the two of you laughing on the trail when you went to New Hampshire, just underneath was the picture he had taken of you, and the picture you had taken of him. The next page were of some silly selfies and pictures you had taken of each other when you had lazy days at each of your apartments. There were pictures from England he hadn’t shown you. Some from Christmas morning, and others while you walked around London. He must have been planning this book for a while. He had such an incredible eye, he was truly gifted at his craft. There were some pictures form your work party, and he had even managed to squeeze some pictures in from his birthday. When you were done you hugged it to your chest. You felt tears prick at your eyes, you were so overwhelmed.

You spent most of the morning organizing your linen closets, and medicine cabinets. Niall had been a big help all week. He help set up your wifi and TV. You had some pictures printed and put into frames. You left them on the floor under the walls where you wanted them. You didn’t want to hang anything up without Harry though, just to make sure he liked what you had put together.

During the midafternoon, you finally finished putting away all of yours and Harry’s clothes. You hoped he wouldn’t mind the way you folded his laundry, and chose the drawers each article should go in. Niall said he would meet you for dinner that night. At least you’d be able to go out with someone.

You meet him at an easy going bar after work.

“That video you posted was really sweet.”

“Thanks. He made me this really nice book filled with pictures of the two of us. I felt so bad, he called me crying this morning.” Your phone goes from a notification. “Oh wow.” You smile.

“What?”

“He posted about me on his private insta, look.” It was just on photo, and there was no caption, but it meant the world to you. “God, he’s so sweet.” You and Niall dig in to your food. “Are you seeing Sarah tonight?”

“Yeah, she’s comin’ over for dessert.” You both giggle.

“I’m so happy you guys are together. Do you think you two will ever move in together?”

“At some point. I was thinkin’ of givin’ her a key soon.”

“Oh! That’s great.”

“I have to say, selfishly I can’t wait for you to come back to work Monday. Was a borin’ week without ya.”

“I’m so sorry to have done that to you.” You put your hand over his playfully as you speak with a sarcastic tone.

“I ate in my office all week, the one day I tried to eat in the breakroom the old biddies came in and tried to gossip with me.”

“About what?” You laugh.

“I have no idea! I pretended to get a call on my phone and left.” You both laugh.

Dinner with Niall was the perfect distraction from missing Harry. When you get up to your place, and key in, you notice a pair of black boots in the front hall that weren’t there before you left. You practically run into the living room.

“Harry?!” He turns around to look at you, and he smiles brighter than you think you’ve ever seen.

You run into his arms. He picks you up and swings you around, and you wrap your legs around his waist. He stands there, just holding you as close as he can nestling his face into your neck, taking in a deep breath. He never thought he’d miss the smell of apples and cinnamon so much.

“What? How? I’m delighted, but confused.” You say looking at him.

“While I was talking to you this mornin’���Chris saw how upset I was and she changed my flight immediately. She knows her way around a camera, she covered for me today.”

“When did you get here?”

“Like thirty minutes ago. I’ve just been lookin’ around at everything you did. It’s amazing in here, you did such a great job.”

You cup his cheeks in your hands and kiss him, you kiss him so hard you figure his lips will be bruised. He groans into you, and sucks your bottom lip into his mouth. Your tongues collide, and you suck on his. God you missed the way the mint from his gum tasted. He starts walking you both towards the bedroom. Your lips detach as he sets you down, both trying to catch your breaths. He tugs at the hem of your shirt to lift it up overhead.

“I missed you so fuckin’ much.” He says pulling you close and sinking his teeth down into your neck. You moan out, and unhook your bra for him.

“I missed you too.” You say breathlessly.

His hands go right for your breasts, and he twists your nipple piercings. Your head falls back. He plasters wet, open mouthed kisses down your chest, and he takes one of your nipples into his mouth, sucking harshly.

“Ah, fuck.” Your hands reach for his pants. “Want you so bad, Harry.” You undo his belt and unzip his pants.

He shimmies them down his legs, and tugs your pants down as well. He takes his shirt off, grabs you, and practically throws you on the bed. You giggle and take your panties off, throwing them to the floor.

“I don’t even know what I wanna do first, I just want all of you.” He looks down at your body.

“You have me, do whatever you want.” You tilt his chin up so he’ll look at you. “I said you could annihilate me, remember?” You smile. “That is, if you did what I said. Were you a good boy while you were away?”

“Yes, very good. I’m about ready to fuckin’ explode.” He starts to spread your legs apart. “Did you hold up your end? Were you a good girl?”

“Yes, but it wasn’t easy. I was so lonely here all week.” You whimper as his thumb rubs over your clit lightly.

“You were?”

“Yes, wanted you every night.”

“And I bet it was even worse from the hormones?”

“It was torture.” You gasp when his fingers plunge inside you. Your head rolls back into the pillow, and your hand moves to his hair. “Oh my god, oh my god, fuck!” His fingers were already curling up inside you, rubbing against that special spot. His thumb rubs hard against your clit. “Fuck, Harry!” You come on his fingers.

“Jesus, don’t think you’ve ever reacted so quickly.” He smirks.

“Just felt so good.” He takes his fingers out and sucks on them.

“Missed the way you tasted.”

Your tongue peaks out of your mouth and he leans down to kiss you. You wrap your arms and legs around him. He slides his tip against your folds, just grinding against you.

“Please, Harry.”

“Can’t hear ya, love.”

“Please, for the love of god, put it in! Fuck me!”

Harry grins, and pushes inside of you. You both gasp at how tight and snug the fit is.

“Christ, a week without me and you…I mean…this is how it was when I first fingered you.” He bites down on your neck again and you arch up into him. “Feels so fuckin’ good.” He breathes into your ear.

Your nails rake up his back as he starts to move. Your heels dig into the backs of his legs as he gets a rhythm going.

“You’re so big, Harry.” You say against his neck. “Love the way you fill me up.”

“Tell me you’ve never been fucked like this before.”

“I’ve never been fucked like this before. No one’s ever fucked me the way you do. I only ever want you inside me, forever.”

“Jesus, shit.” He pulls all the way out of you and flips you over. His ring clad hands squeeze your cheeks and you gasp. “Is this oaky? Can we do this?”

You look back at him over your shoulder, and grin.

“Wreck me, babe.”

His eyes grow wild. He grips your hips, and brings you up closer to him. You prop yourself onto your elbows. Harry lines himself up with your dripping center, and slowly slides in. The moan he makes is music to your ears, but you can’t help but clench tightly around him.

“Just me babe, you’re okay.” You relax slightly. He starts to move in and out of you slowly. “You have no idea how fuckin’ good this feels, and you looks beautiful from this angle.”

You moan in response and grip the blankets, your knuckles growing white. He keeps one hand on your hip and the other slides up your back. He desperately wanted to wrap his fist around your hair and pull you back to him, but he didn’t want to scare you.

“Doin’ alright?” He breathes harshly.

“Mhm.” You weren’t though. It felt really good, but you were struggling to stay in the moment.

He was hitting deep inside you. He lowers himself slightly, and reaches one of his hands around to rub your clit. You back your ass up against him.

“Shit, I’m not gonna last much longer.” He groans. You continue to grind back against him as he rubs your clit.

He fully lays on your back as he pumps in and out of you, making you collapse fully to the bed. The angle of his dick this was delicious and deep. You let out a loud moan, finally feeling like you could enjoy the position. You felt hot all over. Your orgasm was just around the corner.

“Harry, ngh, I’m gonna come. Holy shit! I’m gonna come!”

His release comes at the same time as yours. You weren’t sure what sound you let out, but you missed the way his hot come filled you up so much.

“Put your fingers in after you pull out.”

He does as you say and you arch up into him. He was still trying to catch his breath. You open your mouth for him and turn your head slightly to take his fingers into your mouth. You suck on his fingers and lap around them with your tongue. When you’re done, you roll over onto your back. You wipe your eyes. Your makeup got all fucked up.

“Were you okay?”

“Yeah.” You squeak.

“You’d tell me if you weren’t?”

“Yes, baby.” You push the hair that fell onto his forehead back.

“This room is huge.” He chuckles.

“I know! I put all our clothes away today. I’ve been loving the shower too, so much room.”

“Do you have plans tomorrow? Can we just stay here all day?”

“My only plans were picking you up from the airport.” You giggle. He turns your body towards his and squishes his nose to yours.

“Can I take ya out on a nice date tomorrow night? To make up for tonight?”

“You have nothing to make up for. Having you home a day early was the best surprise…but yes, I’d love to go on a date with you.”

“Good.” He kisses your lips lightly.

“Your gift was so lovely.”

“You looked through it?”

“Mhm, it was so sweet.”

“S’not all I got you.” He gets off the bed.

“Harry, we said no crazy gifts.” You sit up against the headboard.

“I know, it’s not crazy.” He rummages through his bag and takes out a long box. “Here.”

“Harry…”

“Just open it.” You open the box and smile. “Got you a proper chain for my ring.”

“I love it, thank you so much.” He leans down so you can kiss him.

“Do we have any food, I’m starvin’.”

“Let me make you something!” You switch the ring to the new chain. You gesture to have him help you clasp it. “Thanks. How’s it look?”

“Absolutely perfect.”

“Have you taken your pearls off?”

“Not once.” He smiles.

You get up and grab your robe out of the closet. You grab a brand new one out for him.

“What’s this?”

“Got you a robe of your own.” You giggle.

“I’m honored.” He puts it on, and follows you out to the kitchen.

“My mom said she wants to take us shopping for a proper dining room table.”

“She doesn’t have to do tha’.”

“I told her over and over, but she insisted.” You shrug. “What are you hungry for? I’ve got a salad made up, some leftover veggies and rice, some-“

“Veggies and rice, please.”

“You got it.”

You take the container out of the fridge and put some in a bowl for him to heat up. He wraps his arms around you from behind, and he nuzzles into the back of your neck.

“Mm, so cozy.” You coo.

“Missed ya so much, I can’t wait to cuddle all night.”

“Me too, baby.”

And you did. Harry kept his arms and legs wrapped around you all night. You slept pretty peacefully until you woke up drenched in sweat. He was fully on top of you, with his head on your chest, drool dripping down his chin. You sigh and try to turn over, but there’s no use. You chuckle softly to yourself and try to fall back asleep.

//

Harry didn’t let you leave the bed for nearly two hours when you first got up. He was like a ravenous animal. But you didn’t mind, you pretty hungry for him too. Distance truly makes the heart grow fonder. His stamina never ceased to amaze you. After another quick fuck in your giant shower, he gave you some time to yourself to get dressed.

He was in the kitchen making you some eggs when you came out in a sports bra and leggings. He plated them up for you, and put some toast on the side.

“Mm, thank you, I’m starving!”

“I’ll bet.” He smirks.

“Shut up.” You shovel the food into your mouth.

“Noticed some pictures and frames lyin’ around.”

“I didn’t want to hang anything up without you, baby. It’s not just my place it’s ours.” He smiles.

“After we eat we can hang some up, yeah?”

“Sounds good, and I left the heavy stuff alone like you said.”

“Good. I’m gonna bring a ton of my pictures up to the loft. Was thinkin’ of havin’ Niall over tomorrow so he could help me put my desk back together.”

“I can do that, I’m pretty handy.”

“Oh really?” He smirks.

“Yes, actually. My dad’s an electrician remember? He practically rebuilt our entire house. I helped him a lot. I know how to use a drill.”

“Okay then, will yeh help me with that today? I’d like to get all my shit up and runnin’.”

“Sure!” You kiss him on his cheek and clean up your plate.

Harry gets the tool box out and you start hanging up various pictures, a mixture of what you had hung up at both of your places. You kept some of the family photos in the hallways so they weren’t so “in your face”. There were a few you had printed of the two of you that you wanted hung up as well.

“Where do yeh want these, love?”

“I don’t know, I don’t want to be obnoxious with how cute we are…” He laughs.

“We could put them on the book shelves instead of hangin’ ‘em up.”

“Oh good idea. I wanna keep this one on my night table actually.” You snatch one of them and go into your bedroom to put it where you want. You come back out and see him placing the others in various spots.

“Ready to do my desk?”

“Yup!”

You help him carry up the pieces. Your desk was already up there and set up. It was the perfect space, and you enjoyed working up there.

“Can you hold the flashlight f’me, the screw holes on this thing are so fuckin’ dark.”

“Mhm.”

He gets under part of the desk with the screw driver and a few screws between his lips. You hold the flashlight for him how he asked. He gets the screws in, you loved watching him do this, you weren’t sure why. He stands up.

“There, didn’t need Niall at all.”

“Guess so.” He smirks. “Shall we break it in?”

“What?” You giggle.

“Let me bend ya over it.” He grabs at your hips.

“Little sore for that right now, you kept me pretty busy this morning.” He pouts his bottom lip out at you. “Oh stop it.” You swat an arm at him. “Let’s get your monitor and printer hooked up.”

“Fine.” He sighs.

You get him all set up, and move some of his equipment around so it looks nice and organized.

“Still plenty of room up here too.”

“I know! I was thinking when the holidays roll around we could decorate the staircase with lights and stuff, I think it would look really pretty.”

“I think that’s a great idea.” He kisses the top of your head and you both go down the spiral staircase.

“Do you think every apartment here has a loft?”

“I don’t know, they could. Be really cool if they were all set up different.” He wraps his arms around you. “I appreciate you gettin’ so much done while I was gone. The place really looks great babe.” You lean up and kiss his nose.

“I was happy to do it.”

“I hope they don’t send me off like that again for a while. I had some fun while I was down there, but it would’ve been better with you.”

“You’re so cute.” You nuzzle your face into his chest. “Where you taking me tonight?”

“Somewhere really nice, way over the top.”

“Oh, Harry…I don’t wanna spend a lot of money.”

“You won’t be spendin’ a dime.” He pats your bum and goes to sit on the couch. He catches you rolling your eyes right as he sits down. “Don’t.”

“Don’t what?” You sit down next to him, turning the TV on.

“Roll your eyes at me.” You turn your face slowly towards him. “Don’t do it?”

“Why? What are you gonna do about it? Spank me?” You scoff. His mouth forms into a straight line. “You’re a freak.” You shake your head and turn back to the TV. Your face snaps back to him.

“What?”

“You won’t spank our kids will you? I don’t believe in that.”

“Y/N…” He sighs. “How did your mind even just go there?”

“I don’t know!” You both start laughing hysterically.

“To answer your question, no I wouldn���t spank our kids. Only person gettin’ a spank to their ass in this house is you baby girl.” Your jaw drops.

“You need to stop.”  

“Why?” He smirks.

“Why do you want to spank me so bad?”

“Love watchin’ that ass ripple.”

“Harry!” You smack him in the arm and get up.

“What?” He says laughing.

“I’m very self-conscious about my butt.”

“You’ve got to be kidding me.” He gets up. “You have the most perfect ass I’ve ever seen in my life.”

“But it’s so jiggly.” You pout.

“Yeah…it’s sexy.”

“Stop it.”

“It is! Love that I have somethin’ to hold onto.” You scrunch your face at him.

“Don’t say stuff like that.”

“You know you have a beautiful body, why are you gettin’ like this?”

“I’m not getting like anything.” You pout. “I just don’t like everything about my body…”

“Would you rather have a flat ass?”

“No! That’s not what I’m saying…I don’t know. I have stretch marks and-“

“Y/N, please, I can’t listen to you talk about yourself like that.” He puts his hands on your shoulders. “I wouldn’t let anyone talk about you like that, including yourself. Just don’t.”

“I can’t help that I feel that way sometimes.”

“You take such good care of yourself, inside and out. You’re so beautiful, every part of you is beautiful, okay?” You nod reluctantly. “Thank you.” He kisses your forehead.

“I’m gonna go pick an outfit out.” He nods and lets you walk away.

Harry had been around women his whole life. There was plenty he understood, but the one thing he would never understand is how a woman’s mind could just flip a switch like that. One second you’re having fun banter, and the next you’re talking shit about yourself from simple comment he made. He had no idea you felt that way about yourself. He figured you just preferred the lights off most times because you were shy, not because you were self-conscious. He ran a hand through his hair and walked to go stand in the doorway of your bedroom.

You were standing in front of your closet pondering on what you might like to wear. It was a little colder out, and you weren’t sure you felt like a dress. You had a really nice pair of black dress pants that were slightly high waisted, so you pull those out and lay them on the bed. You turn and see Harry standing in the doorway.

“What are you doing?” You chuckle.

“Just makin’ sure you’re alright.”

“I’m fine.” You look back at your closest and pull out a few tops that would work with the pants. “Think I’m gonna go for slacks tonight.”

“Anything you wear will be perfect.”

“Alright mooshball.” You shake your head at him. You pick up a long sleeve pastel blue crop top and decide that would look nice with the pants. There was a cute ruffle on the bottom so your skin would barely even be showing. “I’m gonna take some time to do my hair and makeup, okay?”

“Okay.”

Harry goes up to the loft to get a jump on his pictures form Florida. You shake your hair out and run your curler through it. You brush out the curls to get a nice wave. You put your clothes on and start to do your makeup. Harry comes down to get dressed himself. He didn’t see you because you were in the bathroom. He pulled out a white button up and a navy pair of dress pants. You come out of the bathroom and smile as he pulls up his pants.

“Handsome.” You coo. He turns to look at you.

“You look gorgeous.”

“Thanks baby.”

“Love the way my ring looks on that chain.” You twist it between your fingers.

“Me too.” You slip your feet into a pair of one inch black heels. You knew they wouldn’t hurt your feet too much.

Harry tucks his pearls under the collar of his shirt and smile at the way the rest of the dangle. You were happy he was happy with them. He runs his hands through his hair a couple times and turns towards you.

“Shall we?”

“Mhm.”

He keeps his hand on your thigh the entire car ride. He takes you to a fancy French restaurant that you had heard of, but had never been to. You go inside and are seated right away. Harry must have made the reservation when he thought he was still going to be away. Harry has your favorite wine ordered to the table, and you clink your glasses once it’s poured.

“Happy six months, love.”

“Happy six months.” You both smile and take a sip. You lick your lips after. You end up ordering a bowl of creamy tomato soup and a salad. Harry ordered ratatouille.

“Soup and salad is really all you want?” He looks slightly disappointed.

“Yeah, I love cream of tomato soup. I got a whole bowl, I’m excited.” You take another sip of the wine.

The food was delicious. You couldn’t help the small moan you let out when you tasted the soup. Harry told you more about his trip, and what it was like to dive under water.

“Wish I could’ve seen you in the wet suit.” You giggle.

“There was no wet suit, I went in with a t-shirt and trunks on. They hooked me up with some air and I went under.”

“Is that safe?”

“Yeah.” He shrugs. “Water was plenty warm for me.”

“I’m sure Julia enjoyed seeing you in a drenched t-shirt.”

“God, please, don’t say that.” He groans.

“Is everything going to be okay with her at work?”

“I think so. She sort of let me be the rest of the week. I think she was embarrassed.”

“Good, she should be. Trying to make a move on my man like that.” You take a bite of your salad.

“Didn’t seem too upset about it over the phone.” He smirks.

“I’m still not upset. I’m just saying, I’m glad you put her in her place. Hope it’s not weird for her next time I show up at the studio.”

“She’ll probably steer clear of you.” He gasps with excitement. “Maybe this means she’ll bother me less in general. Wouldn’t that be nice?” You laugh at him and shake your head. “I have to go to my old campus Wednesday night by the way.”

“For what?”

“Lou’s gonna pop the question to El.”

“That’s so exciting!”

“I’m going to hide somewhere to take pictures for them.”

“They both have the day off from work?”

“Guess so.” He shrugs.

“The day after that is Valentine’s Day, why wouldn’t he just propose then?”

“Didn’t want it to be too corny.”

“I get that, it’s kind of tacky to propose on a holiday now that I think about it.”

“What makes it tacky?”

“I don’t know, if something went wrong the holiday would be tainted forever. You’re also sharing it with everyone else in the world. A day like that should be special and totally your own. Props to him.” Harry takes in everything you’re saying and makes a mental note.

You look over out the window in the restaurant and notice that it’s snowing. You grimace.

“What’s wrong, love?”

“Nothing, I’m just done with winter I think. I’m counting down the days until I got to Aruba already.”

“Oh.”

“Booked my flight while you were gone, I got a really good deal. I managed to get on the same flight as my mom too. You’d be fine having her spend the night with us before right? We have a really early flight and since you and I live closer to the airport I thought she could stay with us.”

“Yeah, that’s fine. When do you leave?”

“Um, a couple days before Easter I think. Has your mom and sister said if they’re coming here or not?”

“Haven’t exactly had a chance to talk about it with them.” His jaw tenses and you notice immediately.

“Are you mad at me?”

“No, why would you think that?”

“Just this whole vibe you’re giving off right now.” You gesture in his direction. “You’re allowed to leave for a week for a work thing, but I can’t go on a family trip?”

“I never said that.”

“Well, that’s how you’re acting.” You cross your arms.

“I’m not going to fight with you right now.”

“Who said we were fighting?”

“Y/N, cut the attitude, we’re in a restaurant.” You scoff at him.

“I’m not the one with the attitude, you are.”

“Don’t you think it would be nice for you and I to take a tip to some tropical island together?”

“Harry, of course I would love to do that with you, but my Nannie invited me to come on her annual trip, and I had a lot of fun last year. It’s really hard for her to go there by herself because her and my Papa went there together for like twenty years. She needs me there.” You feel tears start to prick at your eyes.

“Calm down, I never said you couldn’t go.” Your eyes widen with rage.

“As if I needed your permission.”

“S’not what I meant.” You roll your eyes at him. “Jesus, fuck, this was supposed to be a nice dinner.”

“And it is, the food is delicious.” He sighs heavily.

“I feel like I can never say anythin’ right sometimes.”

“You say a lot of things right, but I’m going to call you out of I notice something. I’ve known you long enough to pick up on when you’re mad about something.”

“Oh really?”

“Yeah really. The second I saw your jaw tense.”

“It’s so cool how you put your communication degree to work like that. All that knowledge about nonverbal communication and shit.” He says facetiously.

“Alright, I’m done.” You say putting your fork down.

“What do you mean you’re done?”

“Please, get the check from the waiter.” You stand up and put your jacket on. “I’ve lost my appetite.” You reach into his jacket pocket and pull out his keys. “I’ll be in the car.” He grabs your wrist.

“Are you serious?”

“You wanna be a child and act up in a public place? I’m going to sit there and have you talk to me like that.” You yank your wrist free and walk out of the restaurant. You get into the passenger seat of the car and turn it on. You take a deep breath and wait for him. You truly didn’t understand him sometimes.

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Yours, Not Hers | Nap Date 5

Blind Side: catch (someone) unprepared; attack from an unexpected position.

This is what Shawn has done to Ember. He’s blindsided her, by not preparing her for what he was about to do. 

The week after Shawn flew back out to tour his Instagram posted a very intimate picture of him and her. Not her as in Ember, but her as in her.

She’s an old flame. Someone he’s put music out with before, had a hella crush on when he was a kid, and had a few hook ups with. Someone he’s claimed means nothing now, that is only a friend. Someone who he’s learned from, the mistakes he made with them and why they were mistakes. 

Yet, here Ember sits, watching this music video. It’s wildly intimate, and oddly convincing? 

He’s tried calling her three times so far, she just hasn’t been able to turn the video that’s on a loop off. She finds something new with each watch. Like how his hand grazes her butt when he dances with her. Or how he leans into her hips when he pushes her up against a wall. Or how he takes his fucking shirt off in the bedroom.

She’s meant to be on a plane right now. A plane that will fly her across the country to him. A plane that he scheduled since she surprised him with two weeks off. A plane he knew she wasn’t on. A plane he was hoping would take off before the video was released so when she landed he could tell her about it in person. 

“Hey Emi,” He clears his throat. “Please can you call me back? I just,” He sighs. “I just wanna talk about it. I can explain it all, I promise I can. I just, I need you to answer or to call me, or text me if you want. But I love you, and I need you to know what my plans were before they we were ruined okay? I love you, call me.” 

That’s the third message he’s left and her heart hopes that he actually had a plan. So with that hope she clicks the ‘call back’ button and waits while it rings. 

“Baby?” He answers quickly, as if he was staring at his phone, willing it to ring.

“Mhm.” She responds softly. 

She can hear him take a deep breath, can picture him running his fingers through his curls. “I love you.” He says, wanting her to know that he’s in love with her and always will be. 

“Okay.” 

He knows he’s in hella trouble when she doesn’t say it back. His heart is racing. What the fuck was he thinking?

“Are you-” He stumbles over his words. “Are you at the airport?” 

“No.” She says quietly. “I don’t know if I should go Shawn.” 

“No Baby don’t.” He blurts. “Please come, please.” He begs. “I want you here. You know I do. I can explain it all.” 

“Then explain Shawn.” 

“I’d like to be in person when I do.” 

She gasps, and doesn’t respond right away. “Is it that bad?” 

“What?” His voice cracks. “No it’s not bad at all. I just want you here. Always, always want you with me. Please Baby, I’ll get you on another flight, just come to me okay?” 

“Fine.” She sighs, hanging up and without even thinking about it leaves her apartment to go to the airport before she changes her mind. 

**

It’s all the talk. Literally broke the internet. The IT couple is finally together. The most talked about pair. The most ‘what if’s?’, the constant ‘what happened?’ have finally come true. The song plays three times on the way from the airport to his hotel. Each play is fuel to her fire. What seals the fate is the Behind the Scenes video that’s just now been published. Showcasing them dancing, and laying together, stretching together.

She’s 100% sure he’s going to tell her about how they fucked or something and that he was so sorry and that it wouldn’t happen again. She was 100% sure she flew across the country to get her heart ripped in half. 

He meets her in the lobby, chewing at his nails, curls the biggest mess she’s ever seen on his head. His eyes are red, and he can’t stop pacing. He looks up when she walks over to his figure. 

There’s no ‘Hello’, no ‘Hi I missed you’. The first thing out of her mouth is;

“Why didn’t you tell me?” 

He can’t even answer, he’s worked himself up so much that he’s not sure he can make it through this conversation without bursting into tears. He can’t tell if the tears are from the fact that she’s actually in front of him, or if he’s scared that this will be the last time he’ll see her. 

He simply offers his hand and leads her to the elevator. It’s silence between them the whole ride up to the 16th floor, and not a good silence. It’s an uncomfortable silence, the kind that makes you want the ground to open up and swallow you whole. 

He takes his time, holding her hand, walking down the hall to his door. Refuses to let go when he digs for the room key in his pocket, and squeezes her hand tighter when they finally make it into his room. 

“You um-” He starts when she closes the door behind her. “You didn’t bring a bag.” 

“I didn’t know how long I’d be staying.” 

His heart cracks when she says that. His eyes drop and focus on the fact that she’s still holding his hand. That has so be somewhat of a good sign.

“Okay.” He nods. “You tell me if you want to leave, I’ll get you the first flight home. I just want you to know, before we get into everything. That I love you, I’m so fucking in love with you and I don’t want you to leave. Even if we fight, or we don’t. Okay?” He asks, taking a seat on the bed. 

“Okay.” She nods. 

“I wrote the song over a year ago.” He gulps. “Brian hooked up with some chick who liked to be called a certain name.” He raises an eyebrow. “And don’t ask me why, but it sparked some idea of a one time summer fling. I was deep in like the idea of love? But not true love? More like puppy love?” He shrugs. “It’s weird, I know, but like I was just really inspired by the summer fling cliche? Grease and shit you know? So like I wrote the song, and texted her about it. She didn’t want to do it. But six months ago she texted me and was like ‘okay I’m in’ so we recorded when we happened to be at the same place at the same time.” 

“Okay.” 

“We filmed the video 5 months ago.” He explains, pulling her a little closer to himself, and farther away from the door. “We took all the promo shots 5 months ago. We went out to lunch 5 months ago. I haven’t seen her since.” 

Ember takes in the information and feels like she can finally breathe again. “You didn’t go to lunch with her yesterday?” 

“No.” He shakes his head. “I don’t even know where she fucking is right now. Those pictures you saw, they’re from months ago. Cez had Connor take them, as ‘pap shots’ or ‘candids’. Her team released them yesterday morning to get our names out in the public because they dropped the single last night and the video this morning. It was all planned, but I wasn’t told it was planned like that. If I’d known,” He bites his lip, tears forming in his eyes. “If I’d known I’d have told you.” 

She’s crying, but tears of joy now. She was so scared that he suddenly realized that she wasn’t enough for him. That he found better. 

“Please don’t cry.” He reaches up and wipes her tears. “I’m sorry Emi. I didn’t mean for this to happen. I didn’t mean to do this to you. I told you this wouldn’t happen. That I wouldn’t do something like this to you.” 

“It’s okay.” 

“It’s not okay. It’s not okay at all.” 

“You didn’t know.” 

“That doesn’t excuse the fact that I didn’t tell you. Even if I didn’t think it would actually become a thing I should have told you.” He wipes his own eyes with the back of his hand. “I’ve recorded a song with Julia, and Alessia.” He blurts out. “Julia, well I mean we have ‘Like to be you’, but we also have another song recorded. It’s more R&B, but about wanting the other but never saying so. Alessia’s, it’s a painful break up song. Both written but never true.” 

“Okay.” She gives him a small smile. “Thank you for the warning.” 

“They aren’t planned to be released, ever. Literally you, me, and the girl who wrote it are the only ones who know about it.” 

“I need you to tell me something.” She caresses the side of his face. 

“Okay.” 

“Do you have feelings for her?” 

“What?” He sits up, eyes wide. “No, fuck no.” 

“Because,” She sighs. “The behind the scenes,” 

“The what?” He asks, brows furrowed. “What behind the scenes?” 

“It was posted on your Insta, and youtube, and twitter. I watched it on my way here from the airport. You were looking at her like more than just a friendship stare. You lingered with touches, you smiled with your Shawn sparkle.” She hiccups. 

“Shawn sparkle?” 

“And I thought I was the only one who knows what the Shawn sparkle is because you look at me like that, but if you have the sparkle for her-”

“I don’t!” He stands now. “I don’t. You just said it yourself, I only look at you like that. I’ve only ever looked at you like that. I’m yours Ember.” 

She gasps when he uses her full name. He’s only ever called her Emi since they started dating. A few pet names, but he took pride in being the only person who gets to call her Emi. 

“I’m yours. Not hers, yours.” 

“You promise?” 

“With my whole fucking heart.” 

“Can you just tell me first before you do this shit.” She sighs, leaning into him. “I was so scared.” 

“Scared of what?” 

“Scared that you were leaving.” 

“Never.” He kisses the back of her hand. 

“I missed you.” She whispers. Staring deeply into his eyes, allowing her frantic emotions to calm. 

“I missed you too.” He leans up, pecking her lips quickly. “So much.” 

Just then there’s a knock at the door. Shawn stands, still not letting go of her hand when he goes to answer. When he does he’s surprised to see Andrew standing in front of him, with a suitcase by his side. 

“The airport found Ember’s suitcase, the hotel called me about it since your phone was on DND.” 

Shawn turns and looks at Ember who’s giggling softly behind him. “Thanks Andrew.” She smiles, still timid around the manager. She’s met the team a few times now, but this was supposed to be the official ‘become apart of the team’ trip.

“Hey Ember, good to see you. We can’t wait to show you around the world.” 

“It’s good to see you too. I can’t wait to see it.” She answers, reaching forward and pulling her suitcase into the room. 

“Okay well you two have a goodnight, you have a meeting at 8 so don’t make it a late night.” Andrew says to Shawn, who goes red and shuts the door promptly. 

“You told me-”

“I mean I wasn’t lying.” She shrugs, “I thought you were like breaking up with me. Since you wanted to explain in person, I thought you were flying me to you just to dump me. So I wasn’t lying. But in reality they lost my fucking bag and I didn’t want to wait at the airport while they tried to find it.” She answers, throwing the bag next to his and flopping on the bed.

“I am never breaking up with you.” He stands at the end of the bed with his arms crossed. 

“Yes and we covered this. We’re okay. I was wrong for jumping to conclusions. You were wrong for not communicating. But we communicated it out, can we cuddle now because my heart hurts and you’re the only one who can fix it right now.” 

“Cuddles is gonna fix it?”

“It’s a good start.” She says reaching out for him, to which he crawls up the bed and lands on top of her. 

[prorevenge]

My hippie math teacher was real garbage.

So some background: as a kid, I’ve always been pretty good at math. It was always my best subject, I’d catch onto concepts easily, but I hated it. Not because math was hard or anything, but because no matter how much I hoped, my math teacher would always be the type that would be like “Use the formula I gave you or it’s wrong.” Now, see, my mind works in what others call “a super weird way.” Every time I was taught a new concept in math, I wouldn’t use the formula that the teacher gave us because I’d have a hard time remembering it and I thought it was too time consuming and expanded. Instead, I’d come up with a more efficient, step skipping formula that worked just as well.

Other students would ask me how I do the math so fast, and when I shared the formula with them, they found it much easier and did it just as fast.

So rewind to 7th grade. I was like, 12 or something at the time. I had finally got a good teacher that allowed freedom for multiple formulas because “math is math.” We had her for about a few months, and I really liked her teaching. She got into a freak car accident and took her leave, and from what other staff members told me, she was “lucky to even survive.” I never knew how bad the crash really was, but from what I was told, she cheated death. Staff said she was supposed to come back in a few months, and until then, we would have a long-term substitute.

Before I knew about the accident, I walk to class over in the way corner of my school. At the time, I remember having a class right before that was on the opposite corner of school, so I’d often be late if I walked too slow. So, I turn the corner of the building and notice there’s no students waiting outside, meaning the teacher had already opened the door. Unusual, but I checked the time, and I was earlier than normal. So, I knocked on the door. I waited and waited for someone to open the door, because usually it’s the nearest student to the door who opens it. I knock. And knock. It’s about a few minutes of constant knocking until someone opens the door, but he’s looming above me.

When I look up, it’s a new teacher, long hair and a beard, kind of looks like Jesus. Yes, he was a hipster. He opened the door right after the late bell and said “you’re late.” I explained to him I had been knocking the past few minutes and nobody answered the door, to which he responds “That’s because I told them not to. You should have been here when I opened the door to begin with.” I wanted to explain I had a far away class and I couldn’t be considered late since the late bell didn’t ring, but he didn’t take any of it. I had to go to detention that day.

So, let’s call this teacher Mr. Hippie for convenience. I sat next to my friend, lets nick him Bro, and ask what’s the deal with this guy. Bro tells me that I’ve already made a bad impression, told him to elaborate, to which he explains the whole accident long term sub thing.

So to summarize the first part of his teaching, he didn’t actually teach us anything. Instead, we did completely pointless activities that have nothing to do with math. One of these activities was a class game where we had to tell each other a list of jokes and whoever got the most laughs got the most points and won the game.

So we read these jokes that we’ve been given, and it’s a list of inappropriate jokes. They were all pretty racist, sexist, etc which we already knew he was extremely prejudiced based on his everyday, passing language towards us (some include “girls have good handwriting because they waste their time practicing their letters” and “the only guys that climb mount everest are white dudes because they’re the dumbest people out there” and “girls wouldn’t get raped if they just stop overestimating their strength” whatever that one even means). I can’t think of all the jokes off the top of my head, but here’s some I remember:

Why are religious Jamaicans obese? Because at church they chant “Praise the Lard.” What’s Miley Cyrus’ favorite food? Roast twerky. Why can’t the Kardashian’s swim? Because they have more plastic in their butts than in the whole ocean.

I objected against playing this stupid game because of all the offensive jokes in it, some of which I related to and was offended by. He sent me out of class that day. Bro got sent out eventually as well, because instead of using the offensive jokes, he said a stupid knock knock joke that made the class laugh out of pure stupidity. “Knock knock.” “Who’s there?” “Pizza delivery guy. I burned your pizza because it had pineapple on it. Bad move, cuz.”

At some point when we actually started learning math, Hippie was a douche, He did the same old same old docking me points for not using his formula thing. We were doing white board problems, to which he forced me to do the most complex ones. When I did them correctly and showed my work, he’d think I was wrong until he checked his calculator. Bad move. So, instead, he erases my work off the board in front of literally the whole class, and says to me dead in the eye: “You didn’t show your work.” So, I said, “Alright, I’ll show my work.” So I did. Again. And he erased it. By that point, I was fed up with his bull, so I just left it at that.

When we took tests, we would grade the papers as a class. He would tell us the answers, to which he’d screw up on middle school level questions. Every time I got a different answer, I would ask him to do it on the board, and that would prove he was wrong and I was right. He hated me more for asking questions.

Every time I “technically” got a question wrong, he would call me an idiot, slow, stupid, etc. etc. and even passed a few “maybe if you were a guy you’d be more useful.” I tried telling this to the teachers, but they weren’t having it. I tried waiting until he would finally leave, but info came out that our teacher wasn’t coming back, so we’d have him even longer. So naturally, I did some digging.

Bro and I searched his full name up online and found an admittedly hidden link to his Instagram account, which I won’t leak, but it was golden. He posed himself literally as Jesus, with several sexual and racial posts and memes. He had solid evidence of smoking weed and vaping off campus too, and it looked like he was also becoming the path to an antivaxxer at some point. Some posts included things like “You can’t cure cancer, yet you take away our medicine?” Followed by a picture of weed or something of that sort.

Though it wasn’t exactly what I wanted him fired for, I brought it up with the counselor. She said they’d look into it. While it was followed up by several other students, I was walking home one day when I saw Hippie with a big bag of what looked like posters as he threw it in his trunk and drove off. We came back one day to a brand new, female teacher. Posters that Hippie put up were gone, just like the ones he threw in his trunk the other day. She explained to us the old teacher had been fired for suspicious online activities, and will likely have a hard time ever getting a new job. Since then, the Hippie’s name had been removed from the account, but it’s still up and running by him.

We had that new teacher for the rest of the school year, which wasn’t exactly long, but she did teach us math and threw us a big party on the last day of school, though she still didn’t approve of alternate formulas. Sorry this was quite a long one, fellas, but I thought it was worth sharing.

TL;DR: Got a math teacher fired for his inappropriate Insta after he made sexual jokes and racial slurs and straight up insulted me for months.

(source) story by (/u/TheAcidicFire)

[poetiqueconnard]

4:17 am on July 28th.

I hate to admit i have a date at 11 am this following evening .. i feel as if I’m cheating but in reality; i was never yours to begin with. He clearly does love me. He posted on his story saying he was meeting the lovely Levi the next day .. how happy and excited he was .. i felt nothing but guilt. I wont find it in me to love him even if he has expressed it tons of times to me/ He went to bed with posting a love quote for everyone. I wont be what he wants. I am far too ill to date anyone. But hey ... i can give myself to him for a few hours. Just a small movie and a .. long ass car ride... but i wonder. Have you seen the You tube playlist i made for you? are you looking, Emily.

I wonder if you worry over me. Do you see things that remind you of me and you can’t help but feel your heart break? Because I do. and i hope i am not the only one suffering over this. selfish? decision. I dont hate you. But i did tell mark i at least think you deserve to step on a fucking lego or get a razor scooter to the ankle. Childish?

i cant find it in me to hate you. even if you think or believe i have every reason to. 

I skyped with Mark and Alex tonight. I;; actually laughed and felt happy for the first time in a while. I didn’t want to end the call but not everyone torments themselves like I do. I told Mark some things i never even realized myself before till now.

I have a envelope in my heart. labeled; “words i wish i said.”

there’s a lot in there currently.

There is alot you dont know. or how much you looked into knowing about my mental state.

you are recovering.

i am worsening by the day.

far against your knowledge.

i am afraid for you to know.

i am afraid you will come back just because you are guilty and not because you love me.

i know you said it will take a year to even talk to me.

but.

Emily.

i dont want to waste time on pointless apologies.

that is all you will come around to do.

you will not return to me and say “I’m so much stronger, Levi. I’m ready for that future we had planned together. I want it with you finally.”

you will tell me you are sorry and hurt my heart of past memories once more,

is this fun to you? seeing me break everything inside and out of me.. you cant even bare to understand what //pain// i truly suffer.

i cannot leave my house.

the world reminds me of you and how i am still lost without you.

i have lost weight, emily.

so so so much weight ...

i lost appetite.

i have night terrors about you. how you were once around, i still feel the warmth you gave to me. sometimes when im barely awake; i feel your hands roaming on my thighs like you always have done while you tugged me onto your chest, like you always had. 

you were always touchy on me. only me. no one else. i was so greatful.

ever since i realized i loved you.

i realized we were in different worlds. you were a proud, strong leader.

i was a undignified, weak follower. i dreamed to be apart of your world and taste it. i admired your strength so much. maybe i dont want to love someone who wont fight over me like you did.

remember in ikea.

you pulled my hand when we got seperated from your family.

emily ... you had so much hope and faith in your eyes when you dreamed of having a future with me, i adored it. I thought you loved me as much as i loved you.

your eyes would dialite while looking at me.

the night in my room with the fairy lights on.

......

your eyes didnt dialite when you looked at me.

i knew then. you wouldn’t stay long.

why did you leave? was it the lashback? i would of protected you.

did you toss the letters? cut up the polaroids? did you delete the file?

did you finally declare me as the worst mistake you made? am i just a regret to you? i try so hard trying to understand what went wrong.

your last verbal words were “i love you,”

i may be misunderstanding but.

i saw that damn keyboard.

you had refused to dig it out of your closet because it was packed full of shit and you lost that piano.

but seeing it in the background when you told me you didnt know if you loved me.

you’re so cruel emily.

so damn cruel.

i sometimes wonder if this is your sign of you hating me because who else would put someone through this awful pain?

you aren’t around to stop these thoughts.

are you afraid to know how badly you left me?

i have every sign of ptsd. my depression is now showing all symptoms.

i developed a eating disorder from being so damn depressed over you leaving.

i wouldnt rub it in your face. i will cover the skin and bones with the awful scars from you.

i dont want to graduate.

i’m officially a senior. 

do you not think i was stressed? 

i hid it from you.

my fears.

my flaws.

i thought if i was the perfect man you wouldn’t leave again.

im so tired of crying

emily. please.

this is cruel.

torture? did you want this? 

i deactivated my accounts on insta because maybe my thoughts being hidden should be better.

maybe i’m silly thinking you’ll see this.

you probably got a job.

maybe a new lover?

i hope he treats you well.

even though i am way more better suited.

but you are afraid of me.

i am a regret you made along the way.

i am a mistake you cannot revise.

you probably had thrown my cologne bottle so hard against the wall it shattered. 

you probably had enjoyment shreadding the polaroids and big stack of love letters. 

or finding old clothes of mine and cutting them up.

where as.. i still have everything hidden from my sight

perfect condition.

i wish i remembered your smell.

i still remember your eyes.

gold so close to the pupil and just a sea of white waves being engulfed in that beautiful blue.. 

no one looked as much as i did.

most days i feel numb. but i still skip meals.

i was upset to not see ribs showing.

i was upset to see i am 97 pounds. 

mark says i wont make it till christmas if i keep doing this.

all the meds do is make me sleep till 6pm.

and i stay up late past anyone sobbing about you, do you even care?

did you ever care?

i dont think you did.

loving me was a fun past time till college started and you’d boot me out again -- right? 

was i just a object? did my love mean anything? did ///I// mean anything?

now looking on it, no. i never did.

you wanted to ruin me.

ruin my purity, my innocence.

and you wont fucking speak up.

no matter how many times i sob your name at night, you dont consider i still want you.

you cruel woman.