Cliche- Nate Maloley Imagine

You sat in Johnson’s living room, listening to the guys talk about girls, as per usual. You’ve been friends with them for years and they’ve told you on multiple occasions that you’re one of the guys. As much as you love it, you couldn’t help but want them to look at you the way they look at other girls. Specifically Nate. 

You’ve had feeling for Nate ever since you could remember. Even before you were friends with the guys, you would always see Nate around school and you so badly wanted him to look at you in that way. But the closer you got to the boys, the more you realized you weren’t their type. You were the exact opposite.

The guys liked girls who partied, drank, and weren’t afraid to physically be with someone. The girls they went for would always wear little outfits and seemed to have no care in the world. It’s not that you thought you were better or more mature than them, you just wanted the guys to look at you the way they looked at other girls. 

“Are you coming tonight, (y/n)?” Gilinsky asked you, snapping you out of your thoughts. 

Swazz was having a party and you’ve always made up some excuse as to why you couldn’t party with the guys. It was always something like “I got up really early this morning for work so probably not.” but you knew they were bothered by it. It’s not that you didn’t want to hang out with them, it’s just that you didn’t want to sit there and watch as Nate got with some girl that was ten times prettier than you.

“Sure.” You said, as you looked at five boys who were practically begging you to come.

Later that night, as you stood in Swazz’s living room, listening to some douche talk about how built he is, you couldn’t help but watch as Nate talked to a girl; his typical girl. The more you stared, the more you wanted to hit him. You wanted to smack him because maybe then, it would make him realize how much you actually care for him.

You knew you had to remove yourself from the situation before it became an actual situation. You said goodbye to the douche and headed outside. Just as you reached the end of the driveway, you heard Nate’s voice.

“(y/n)! Where are you going?” He said, running after you. 

“I just…can’t do this anymore.” You said. 

“Come on, it’s just a party…I don’t understand what your issue is.” He said and you knew he was genuinely confused. 

“Nate, I’m not talking about the party.” You were trying so hard to keep your anger and jealousy inside of you but it wasn’t working. “I can’t do this anymore.” You pointed between the two of you before turning around to walk away but Nate grabbed your arm and turned you around again.

“What the hell are you talking about?”

“Why did you pick her?” You asked, pointing towards the house. “Why did you chose her out of every other girl?”

“I don’t know.” You watched as Nate’s face scrunched up in confusion. “She’s hot?”

“Okay, and what about the girl last week? Why did you pick her?”


“Just answer.” You said, cutting him off. 

“She was hot too.” He said, not understanding what your point was.

“You’ve never said that about me. I hangout with you every day of my life and I listen to the way you talk about girls and then I hear the way you talk about me and the difference is unbelievable. You don’t look at me the way you look at other girls and I’m sorry Nate, but I don’t look at other guys because I’m too busy looking at you. And I look at you in the way you don’t look at me.”

“You wanna know the way I look at you?” He asked, getting closer to you. “I look at you and see a girl in a white dress, walking towards me, down an isle in the middle of a Church. I see a girl holding my baby, trying to get it to sleep in the middle of the night. I see a girl buying millions of Christmas presents for our grandchildren. Those other girls? I don’t see that with; I’ve never seen it. You’re different and as cliche as that sounds, it’s true. I held back because you didn’t show any interest but I should have known…you were always one to hide your feelings. You are the one I want; for the rest of my life.” He said, hesitating to put his hands on your waist. 

“You mean it?” You asked, not really believing that this was happening.

Nate let out a little chuckle as he pulled you closer to him so your chest was touching his. He placed his hand on your cheek as he used the other one to brush the hair out of your face. He looked from your eyes to your lips and began to lean in. 

“100%.” He whispered against your lips before finally connecting them with his.

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The signs as my students

Aries: The girl who answered the question “what’s something that’s magnetic?” with “Beyonce” 

Taurus: The boy who ran around at recess screaming “I LIVE TO DIE”

Gemini: The kid who thought snapchat face filters were just some cool game and was always asking if he could ‘play snapchat’

Cancer: The student who looked me straight in the eyes and said “I can see things other people can’t” and then went right back to drawing velociraptors.

Leo: The girl who wrote a full-page story about a woman who fell in love with a giant ear of corn. The best line of the story being “The corn was always there for her.”

Virgo: The kid who would call me over to fill me in on the latest third grade gossip every morning

Libra: The student who dramatically sat down across from me after school and said, “Miss we need to talk business” when asked what kind of business replied, “Chip business”

Scorpio: The student who was not actually in my class at all but was somehow always in the classroom anyway

Sagittarius: The boy who during aftercare somehow snuck out of the school, walked to the 7-11, and then came back with a huge bag of chips

Capricorn: The boy who grabbed my hands one day, started humming tango music, and proceeded to pull me away to dance around the room with him

Aquarius: The kid that called me over in the middle of silent reading time to tell me that moth man did nothing wrong and was just a guy trying his best

Pieces: The little girl who every time she saw me would scream “warning you!” before jumping onto me and expecting me to catch her

anonymous asked:

"I love my best friend so much and she's beautiful, I mean I'm completely straight but I get butterflies whenever she laughs or touches me, I don't like her because I like boys and not girls but sometimes I think about what it would be like to kiss her, but it's just because we're really good friends!"

fairywomb  asked:

write about good girl/bad boy love!

bubble gum wrappers and cigarette butts. high-pitched laughter and empty bottles of whisky. mother’s clasped hands and whispered prayers up to heaven to save her little girl. she sees the boy, his sharp and frigid beauty reminding her of January’s first breath. the bitter sting of winter. he’ll pierce her heart, she knows, he’ll tire of her and toss her out to the thaw and the slush. little does she know that the boy prays too. he sings hymns as he runs his calloused hands through her hair, and is thankful for the greatest light he’s ever known. one of god’s most precious angels, the one who holds his heart in her soft hands and his soul in her brown eyes. he finds himself trembling in her presence often, although summer kisses her face in its yellow glow and he has never felt warmer.

Lonely pastel boy- Chapter 1

  Prologue link  ( READ FIRST ) -


  It was a normal boring day at St.Julie’s and the Lester gang barley made it through to lunch. They were on their normal school bench having a cigarette, all three of them were there. PJ, Chris and the leader; Phil Lester AKA “The punk boys” They were all covered in tattoos, wore all black and wore dark eye liner.

  It had been an average day, fighting and causing trouble was just part of their routine! All the girls loved them but Phil took no notice as he wasn’t into girls. The girls knew this of course but it hardly put them off flashing their cleavages at him or trying to get his attention some way or another. 

  PJ mentioned some thing about getting a new tattoo when Chris mentioned playing truth or dare. PJ and Phil were up for it so questions came and went as did the dares. Things like- “Eat the cigarette butt.” and “When did you first punch a kid?” Were passed around. When Chris was scanning the play ground for ideas his eyes landed on none other than Dan Howell, the school’s only pastel boy.

  “I dare you to go up and talk to the pastel boy-” Chris dared. “Easy.” Phil replied already standing up. “uh-uh-uhhhh.” He sing-songed “I didn’t finish, you have to ask him and take him out on a date.” “Ugh- but he’s so weird Chris! He literally has no friends AND he dresses like a flower!” Phil was trying to express his dislike towards Dan in hope Chris would let it go. He didn’t, so Phil sighed and made his way over to Dan’s usual spot under the large tree, he was sat alone ‘Of course’ Phil thought to him self. ‘He literally has no friends’ Phil didn’t feel sorry for Dan, he seemed to cope with it.

  Dan’s day has been the worst. He had been picked on before school by boys who he didn’t even know, they even threw rocks at him then shouted “Faggot! You dress like a fairy.” Words hurt Dan, a lot. So what if he wore light eye shadow and preferred pastel coloured clothing and maybe the odd flower crown too? His life at home was full of his parents screaming names at each other so when others shouted at Dan it felt worse than the physical pain that was coursed. 

  School was Dan’s escape. He only got the occasional punch or push in the corridors and most people didn’t really comment on his outfit. It seemed only people who didn’t go to his school did. There were a few people in school Dan would avoid at any cost though and that was Phil Lester and his gang. He always seemed to hate him. It may be because they were polar opposites but Dan found no need for the words shouted at him by them. 

  Usually they wouldn’t touch him but if they were found in the same corridor they never failed to push him to the floor or wall. And today was no different. 

  Dan was drawing- blocking out the world with his music so he never realised when Phil himself was making his way over to him. Phil was no stood directly in front of Dan. “Hey? Dan?” Phil said, sounding annoyed by his presents. Dan still didn’t notice. Phil kicked dirt at him to try to gets Dan’s attention, right onto Dan’s new white Jeans. “Oi, flower boy!” Phil said slightly louder. “What the-?” Dan finally looked up and gulped to see Phil.

  He shakily pulled out his ear phones and asked “W-what do you want?” He was violently trying to rub the first off his jeans but it just spread and got worse. “Howell- Er- Dan I was wondering if you’d like to go out some time?” Phil asked sounding bored already. “What? So you can push me around outside of school too? Yeah right.” Dan mumbled to himself. “Look do you want to go out or not?” Dan blushed and met Phil’s eyes again. “Are you being serious?” “Yessss” Phil gunted. “Er okay?” Dan said still unsure. “Okay, meet at John’s coffee shop, 2 o’clock on Saturday. Be there.” Phil almost threatened.

  Phil turned on his heel, with out saying another word, heading back to the bench. Dan’s eyes never left him. Just for good measure Phil turned to wink at Dan which made Dan blush harder. “I did it boys.” Phil said smugly as he settled back down. 

  Dan’s day only got better, he started a large portrait of Phil. Maybe Dan would show Phil one day, If the first date went well that is. 

Chapter 2 link - N/A - (Not yet written)

anonymous asked:

did someone in exo come out??? 😧

Nah not really, bc the words were vague, sorry about that.

It’s actually about sehun saying he likes men. Some people said he’s joking some said he’s joking but his words contain some truth in them

Some kfans think (this is their personal opinions, remember opinions) that he’s wanting to show that exo (especially him) are cool with boys liking boys or girls liking girls

He once said men made his heart flutter, also he said something about don’t mind dating suho (i don’t really remember the exact words but the context of their conversation is about dating men), oh don’t forget that time during fanmeet (?) he said “to take pride and not be embarassed in their identity or who they choose to like/love” and recently he said he likes men (남자… 좋아), so yeah…

Anyway sorry for the misunderstanding and sorry for other anons that i haven’t replied to 🙇

grimmiechan16  asked:

May I request headcanons for daddy au for Sawamura, Miyuki, Kuramochi, Tetsu and Chris? For example how many would they want/actually have and how they would go about taking care of them when their s/o isn't around? Thank you so much, love your work!~

Thank you so much!! <3


  • he’s the kind of dad that throws their kid in the air too high and almost makes his partner have a heart attack;
  • wants at least two children and will probably have two, one boy and one girl;
  • he’s a very good dad even though he’s horrible at advice. He’ll support them in anything they choose to do, especially if they show an interest in baseball. He’d be very patient with them and even though he doesn’t offer good advice, they know they can tell everything to him.


  • one of the best dads out of the bunch tbh. His kids aren’t fussy eaters and are well mannered, even though he can’t help but sneak them chocolate before dinner sometimes;
  • he’d like one or two kids and would have two girls that look just like him. They’re his princesses and honestly every time the three of them go out people actually stop and stare;
  • has no problems in playing house with them or letting them play with his hair, though he might put too many vegetables on their plate if his partner doesn’t watch out.


  • a bit of an awkward dad at first because his dad has never been around much, so he doesn’t know how to act;
  • wants one kid and would have one boy, who’s a total sucker for his partner. Ofc his kid loves him too, but he can be just as much of a little shit as his dad;
  • they probably wouldn’t spend hours talking about their emotions but I’m willing to bet his son would love baseball and that’s how they’d spend most of their time together. Whether it’s out of irony or not, his son is a pitcher.


  • the hot smooth dad that makes all the other housewives giggle with his silly jokes while his children roll their eyes at him;
  • would like to have at least two kids and has three: two boys and one girl. The girl is just like him and even has the same laugh, and even though she isn’t afraid of her brothers’ adventures she’s a total daddy’s girl.
  • their house is always always very lively, especially because Mochi stays up until 11 pm playing with his children. I think they’d all love him because he’s a very fun dad but he can be serious and responsible when he needs to be.


  • the most fun dad anyone can ever have. Other kids always want to go to his house to play with him because he gets so into it;
  • wants at least three children and will have four: two girls and two boys. He’s gonna raise them pretty much equally and not care about this ‘pink is for girls and blue is for boys’ bullshit. If his girls want car toys, he’ll buy them. If his boys want dolls, he’ll buy them.
  • I can see his two daughters loving baseball and his two sons liking something like literature or architecture. Either way he’s gonna support them with all he has, though someone might have to shush him when he cheers too loudly at his sons’ chess tournament.

i like a trans lars hc (hc stemming from lars being trans i dont even call lars’s transness an hc) in that like, lars and sadie are both bi (that’s not the hc) and obvs lars is sometimes attracted to ppl who aren’t girls (also not the hc) but like i totally love to think about tiny lars not only having a bad time with confusion about his gender status but also about does he like boys!! does he like girls!!! does he like everyone or no one etc etc etc tiny bewildered lars and like. lars gets comfortable with being a boy first and like gets to a point where he doesn’t have to worry about random people he’s around knowing he’s trans and like one day he just gets the opportunity to say “omg she’s cute” and its like, a super casual event but lars gets to embrace his Girl Love and it turns out its fantastic and nobody even knows its a big deal and nobody thinks he is weird for it and its just like, a win-win-win etc scenario


If someone was wondering what happened with me for last 2 weeks:
My friend @denevert asked me if I wouldn’t be interested about watching Xiaolin Showdown in this summer, because she wanted to rewatch her favorite childhood cartoon.
And because I haven’t seen this ever (EVER), I thought “Well, why not”.
I became a Jack Spicer Girl, I love redhair badbutnot100%bad nerd boys with fuzzy eyebrows, all my kinks in one person I can’t handle this.

Im now at the end of second season, and all I drew for last two weeks were weird sketches and Osomatsu-San crossovers just wait till I’ll start drawing Homestuck and Steven Universe crossovers, I swear I’ll do it someday I’m always doing this with new fandoms God help me.

Characters © Xiaolin Showdown
Crossover with Osomatsu San
Sketches © BeastKonoha <-it’s a me :’D

Kyungsoo's Kitten Pt. 2

PT. 1/Intro PT. 2

Title: Kyungsoo’s Kitten

Genre: Fluff/Ambiguous 

Description: A story in which you are a cute kitty and handsome Kyungsoo decides to adopt you. 

You were a kitten. Jongin had bought you off of a breeder and decided to keep you around in his pet shop. Though you didn’t have a family, you didn’t mind staying in the pet shop because you were taken care by Jongin, who was really handsome. You actually did want to be adopted and be taken care more genuine and be loved. You were also constantly annoyed by the loud parrots.

Though no one adopted you. Maybe because you were shy and pet owners prefer clowns. Maybe because you were a female. Mean and hostile. You didn’t really know why. But the one thing that you were confident about was that you’re cute. You were bred specifically, to keep your small shape. Pre-school girls and boys actually did want to take you home, but your price was expensive, since you were a special breed.

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So....Joshaya idea

Riley and Maya visit an art museum. Maya meets a guy who’s passionate about a piece and they talk all day. He asks her out. But Maya doesn’t know what she should do because she still loves Josh. But Riley only wants Maya to be happy, and she thinks New Guy can make her happy now, so she encourages Maya to date the guy.


For those who are confused, just watch the episode where Cory and Topanga get back together after Laurengate.

anonymous asked:

Gen trying another eating competition and winning then showing off his stomach?

Anonymous asked: Yay cheer boys!! I can’t get over all the food they eat AND the eating challenge that pops up. As such, um could you write something about Gen Hasegawa training under Kouji Toono and finally completing the challenge with encouragement from his friend Souichirou Suzuki? Lots of belly rubs and burps? I love your stuff!!

AN: Gen is my child i love you both

If there was one thing Gen knew, it was that girls liked winners.

Girls liked guys who could impress them – who were able to do cool things, who were handsome and capable and sexy. Girls liked guys exactly the way that Gen liked girls.

In his personal opinion, Gen was impressive. He was definitely sexy, capable, impressive, and could do some really cool backflips. He was a quick learner; he got good (enough) grades; he was probably going to get a really great job when he got out of college, even if he had no clue what that job would be yet.

The one thing he hadn’t done, though, was manage to impress any girls. This was about to change.

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“i’m going to kill someone.” roxanne had had enough of her roommates. she was the only weasley in her room and the other girls were getting on every nerve in her body, all one hundred billion of them. she’d simply wanted to read in her corner in piece but as they jabbered on and on about the absolute cutest boys of the year, she found herself stomping out into the hallways just to get a single dose of fresh air and peace.


Honestly girls, if a dude says he doesn’t use a condom during sex even after you tell him you won’t fuck him unless he has one, you gotta run. I have heard so many dudes joke and tell their dudebros that they always fake putting one on.

These boys are toxic and don’t care about your comfort or you. Dump their deadass and find a boy who respects you and takes your word.

Also, as your friendly neighbourhood bisexual mom, girls are a lovely alternative if you’re tired of boys and their shit. Just saying lmao.

man i need more lesbian romances that’re more high-concept than “instead of falling in love with a BOY, this generic brunette fell in love with a GIRL”

straight folks have movies about a woman with short-term memory loss falling in love with adam sandler fifty days in a row, meanwhile we’re stuck with “this girl had a FORBIDDEN DALLIANCE with a LESBIAN” over and over and over. i want weird, high-concept gay romance

Here’s the cold, hard truth baby girl: If he cared about you, he would let you know. 

When you have a place in someone’s heart, they will make sure you know it. It is not your job to play detective and try to figure out how he feels or what he wants. If he doesn’t make himself clear to you, if he doesn’t make sure you know that he cares, then he doesn’t care- period.

“And, more importantly, a careless boy like this does not deserve a girl with a heart like yours.

—  excerpt from a book i’ll never write #113

psychic: *reads my mind*

my mind: I’m coming apart at the seams pitching myself for leads in other people’s dreams now buzz, buzz, buzz doc, there’s a hole where something was doc, there’s a hole where something was fell out of bed, butterfly bandage, but don’t worry you’ll never remember, your head is far too blurry. put him in the back of a squad car restrain that man he needs his head put through a catscan hey editor, I’m undeniable! hey doctor, I’m certifiable! I’m a loose bolt of a complete machine what a match, I’m half doomed and you’re semi-sweet so boycott love detox just to retox and I’d promise you anything for another shot at life and perfect boys with their perfect lives nobody wants to hear you sing about tragedy (wants to hear you sing about tragedy) ohh little girl, you got me staring odd oh! or was that just a telescopic camera nod p-p-painted dolls in the highway truckstop stalls lot lizard scales cool your nightlife moods all the rookies leave your badge and your gun on the desk when you leave the room I’m a loose bolt of a complete machine what a match, I’m half doomed and you’re semi-sweet boycott love detox just to retox and I’d promise you anything for another shot at life and perfect boys with their perfect lives nobody wants to hear you sing about tragedy (wants to hear you sing about tragedy) detox just to retox detox just to retox detox just to retox detox just to retox detox (so boycott love) just to retox detox (boycott love) just to retox detox (boycott love) just to retox detox (boycott love) just to retox so boycott love (boycott love) detox just to retox and I’d promise you anything for another shot at life and perfect boys with their perfect lives nobody wants to hear you sing about tragedy (wants to hear you sing) nobody wants to hear you sing about tragedy (wants to hear you sing about tragedy)

psychic: man what a freaking jam

Her smile was radiant as Tatooine’s primary as she took his flesh hand and pressed it to the soft fullness of her belly. “He keeps kicking.”

“He?” Anakin asked mildly. “I thought you’d ordered your medical droid not to spoil the surprise.”

“Oh, I didn’t get this from the Emdee. It’s my …” Her smile went softly sly. “… motherly intuition.”

He felt a sudden pulse against his palm and laughed. “Motherly intuition, huh? With a kick that hard? Definitely a girl.”

—  Revenge of the Sith by Matther Stover