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Reggie Mantle

(Okay, well I meant to write headcanons but then it turned into this. Like I said in my previous post. It seems I can’t write anything less than a thousand words. This has been in my head for a while and I intended to write it as a full fic, but decided on writing it like this instead?  I’ve been having serious Reggie Mantle feels lately, so here you go.This is also pretty much my Isaac Lahey fic, but Reggie. I’ve probably misspelled a bit, but it’s 3 am so I’ll edit it later. Feedback would be greatly appreciated and whoever reads this, I hope you enjoy.)

Reggie falls for the new girl

 -The first time he sees you, he’s talking to someone from the team in the hallway.

-The second his eyes land on you; he trails off on what he was saying.

- “Reggie, bro you okay?”

- “Yeah who’s that?” he says pointing in your direction.

- “Oh, that’s Y/N. She just started here today.”

- “Y/N.” he repeats to himself. 

 - “Yeah, she’s pretty cool. I met her this morning.”

 -Even though his teammate is still talking, Reggie barely hears any it because he’s having a hard time not focusing on you.

 -Reggie hates 5th period, so he always shows up late.

-15 minutes’ pass before he decides he’s going to head to class now.

-That’s when he sees you struggling trying to carry a few books while you look over your class schedule.

-You’re late for your class because you have no idea where it’s located.

- “Hey.” you hear someone say behind you. When you turn around you’re greeted by a tall boy with a very nice smile.

- “Hey.” you say.

- “Here let me help you with that, Your Y/N, right? I’m Reggie.” he says as he grabs the books out of your hand.

- “Thank you. Yes, I’m new here. Which is why I’m struggling trying to find my next class.” You say looking over your schedule again.

- “I might be able to help with that.”

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Driving (Me) Crazy

Request/Prompt(s): Ay eye mee, if you’re still doing your ficlet celebration (woooooo!!! 🎊 🎉 🥂), what about Bucky being surprised af when he’s in the car with you for the first time and realizes this tiny ass chick is a raging driver (is me. no shame).

Warnings: swearing

Word Count: 1057

A/N: Hahaah Nicole!!! Don’t be mean to my Bluetooth speaker! Here you go. J I skipped the queue to write this because it made me laugh.

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“I am not getting in that car,” Bucky insisted. He stood resolute with arms folded over his chest, positioned at least 5 feet away from your car. You rolled your eyes and shot a bored look to Sam as you leaned against the opened driver side door, flipping the keys around your finger.

“Man, you are a hundred years old, a war veteran, a POW, a stone cold assassin, and you’re not going to get in your girl’s car?” Sam prodded, leaning out of the back seat.

“After 100 years I’ve learned not to needlessly endanger my life,” he snapped, “but you enjoy the ride!”

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Under Appreciated TFB Lyrics

“I’m stabbing at the thoughts only to see what’s bleeding while I’m tripping acid and you’re tripping mushrooms.”- The Wrong Way

“You and your friends feel free and you’re way too cool for me and you do drugs now and all your problems run so deep”- Taking My Uzi to the Gym

“I keep asking questions I will never know the answers to”- The Winds

“It’s okay to give up ‘cause nobody here could care less”- So Sick We’re Dead

“We are so dishonest with ourselves”- So Sick We’re Dead

“Keep yourself distant and remote, unhappy and alone”- So Sick We’re Dead

“Times were pretty good before they started to unwind”- Silver Shinbone (Bucket Song)

“Believe me I’ve tried, and what I found
Was what we have is nowhere near as good as what we should have by now”- Not Yet

“I’m fine, I’m alright, but I will never let it go”- Somebody Else

“I have no idea what you’re going through so I won’t act like I do”- Somebody Else

“If I tell you all my secrets will you tell me all your lies?”- Pale Beneath the Tan (Squeeze)

“He said no one’s going to listen until you mean every word you say”- Pale Beneath the Tan (Squeeze)

“We keep saying we’re unhappy and they keep saying that we’re fine”- Pale Beneath the Tan (Squeeze)

“Everything you’re feeling is common even though you’ve never felt so alone”- Rhode Island

“She says you gotta promise not to break no matter how far you are bent”- Rhode Island

“I wanna be stronger than your dad was for your mom”- Santa Monica

“If you need a little sunshine you can borrow some of mine. It’s okay if you’re unhappy, I would say before I leave her,
just take a look around there’s no one here that’s happy either”- Lonely Eyes

“If for some reason, you don’t feel like talking, I would just sit and enjoy your company”- Lonely Eyes

“Stop asking questions and learn to accept that the things that we have right now are the best things we’ve had yet”- Molly

“In this moment, I was pretty pleased with the person I was pretending to be”- Summer Shandy

“Well I’m staring at unfamiliar ceiling and I should leave ‘cause everybody here is tripping some new drug, except for me. WHY?! ‘Cause I don’t have the money”- More Than It Hurts You

“I am alone only half of the time, the other half I am only hiding”- Legit Tattoo Gun

“There’s a voice in the back of my head in the back of my head, says, ‘let 'em be just let them be happy.’”-Legit Tattoo Gun

“Whenever I’m alone or feeling lonely 
I pretend I can play the drums 
Inside my head”- Legit Tattoo Gun

“I need to stop playing out relationships
inside of my head because every one of my memories is filled with shit you never even said.”- If You’re Happy

“I’m scared I’m gonna die as lonely as I feel right now”- Lipstick Covered Magnet

“And this is only a cry for help, you said watch me fade away.”- If You’re Happy

“Today we could do something we would’ve never done before”- Jim Bogart

“Hey, Sweetheart, where’d you get those eyes? You think that I could have a pair?”- Just as Big, Twice as Swollen

“I should hug my friends more than I do”- The Distance That I Fell

“All the kids I used to spend my time with but now can’t stand seem to be dying”- The Bells

“She’ll go to church and pray to god one day but is she getting into heaven? There is no fucking way”- Carry Me Down the Street

“The end of the world makes me nervous because I, for one, have not found god yet or someone to fall in love with, rob a bank, shoot a cop with”- The Cops

“Don’t ask questions, keep your head down, learn your lessons, 'cause no one with money ever goes to jail”- Current Events

“Only the strong survive and that is only the biggest lie”- Current Events

“I shaved my head last night to start anew in a chapter I call without you and it’s going to be the best I’ve ever written”- Current Events

“Sometimes you get sad when we’re together because you’re not sure if you’ll miss me when I’m gone”- Everything I Own

“I get these strange phone calls at night with no one on the other side”- Flying Model Rockets

“I’m always focusing on the wrong things and then the wrong things become everything, I don’t know what I’m gonna do I don’t know what I’m gonna do about anything”- HELP

“She is begging you not to cut your hair 'cause curly hair don’t look good cut short”- Hooped Earings

“She’s coming over because it’s better than being alone”- I Think Your Nose is Bleeding

“Well I’m not going to sit here and deny what I think I felt”- I Think Your Nose is Bleeding

“I’ll stop writing the book because the book, I realized, was boring”- I Wrote a Book

“I just want this to mean something to anybody even if they don’t know who I am”- Swear To God The Devil Made Me Do It

“It’s a shame the bad habits are the hardest ones to break”- Swear To God The Devil Made Me Do It

“I will stop cutting my pants into shorts, I will address the issues I cannot ignore, I will do the things that I think you might like, and I will be alone probably the rest of my life”- Swimming Pool

“I have been thinking about letting my hair grow, I have been thinking about cutting it short, I have been thinking about dying it yellow, but I don’t think I have the bone structure or wardrobe to support that type of look”- More Than It Hurts You

How Louis Tomlinson survived the break-up of the world’s biggest boy band and became his own man

The Observer Magazine 25 Jun 2017

Photographs ALEX BRAMALL Fashion editor HELEN SEAMONS

Coming out of a dissolving boy band must be a bit like being an entrant in one of those dystopian jungle fights –a Hunger Games- style event in which bandmates are scattered across an unknown terrain and challenged to slog their lonely route back to fame. Justin Timberlake, after NSync, enjoyed the unsporting edge of natural talent and crushed his former colleagues. Robbie Williams looked supreme in the Take That scrimmage, at least until Gary Barlow circled back, gathered up the other three, and made the fight a more compelling four- on- one. By the time One Direction announced they were to go on indefinite hiatus in 2015, many of us were familiar enough with the conventions of boy-band bloodsport to start picking favourites for the coming melee.

Harry Styles – charming, a grinner – was best placed to succeed on his own. Big-lunged Zayn Malik was already out of the band by that time and had used his head start to good effect, preparing a solo album that went to No 1. Liam Payne and Niall Horan – always second-tier members – were given middling chances. And ranked last in any serious analysis, the most fitfully appreciated member of One Direction, was Louis Tomlinson. Here was a combatant you might expect to find curled up in a fox hole on the battlefield, pale and chain-smoking.

It is in roughly this position I find the 25-yearold, one afternoon earlier this summer. Slender, tracksuited, a little wan under his manicured facial hair, Tomlinson sits on a garden bench outside the photographer’s studio and rewards himself with an entire pack of cigarettes. “I know, I know,” he says of the smoking. “It’s not great. But there’s so much hurry-up-and-wait in this job. It helps me get ready to go again.”

I’ve often wondered why the fringe members of boy bands do this to themselves. Why they gather themselves to “go again”. As Tomlinson acknowledges, in One Direction he was seen by some as “forgettable, to a certain degree”. “The others have always been… Like Niall, for example. He’s the most lovely guy in the world. Happy-go-lucky Irish, no sense of arrogance. And he’s fearless. There are times I’ve thought: ‘I’d have a bit of that.’ Zayn, back in the day. He could relate to me on a nerves level. In the first year we were both the least confident. But Zayn has a fantastic voice and for him it was always about owning that. Liam always had a good stage presence, same as Harry, they’ve both got that ownership. Harry comes across very cool. Liam’s all about getting the crowd going, doing a bit of dancing…” And then there’s you. “And then there’s me.” Tracks from Tomlinson’s solo record have been playing inside the studio. They’re modest, rather lovely pop songs that in their quiet way seem to acknowledge his underdog status. Tomlinson lights another cig. “You know I didn’t sing a single solo on the X Factor,” he says, recalling the time back in 2010, when One Direction were first put together as a band on the ITV reality show. “A lot of people can take the piss out of that. But when you actually think about how that feels, standing on stage every single week, thinking: ‘What have I really done to contribute here? Sing a lower harmony that you can’t really hear in the mix?” He guesses, smiling wryly, that in those months he was best known as “The kid wearing espadrilles, stood in’t back.”

Not the best singer, not the high-energy guy, not the dude, Tomlinson discovered he was the one in the band who was most tuned into backstage logistics – the one who paid attention when “the 20th approval form” was passed around for a signature. “And if there was any bad news that needed giving to the label I’d always be designated to have the argument.” Later this would lead to Tomlinson founding a small record label of his own, Triple String, and to starting a side project managing a girl band. In his day job with One Direction, meanwhile, he toured the world, released five albums and amassed a large, equal-parts fortune like the rest of the boys. Somewhere en route, Tomlinson says, he found his feet as a performer. “In the last year of One Direction I was probably the most confident I ever was. And then it was: ‘OK, hiatus!’”

Tomlinson argued against it, he says, when the band first sat down to discuss separation. “It wasn’t necessarily a nice conversation. I could see where it was going.” Tomlinson remembers his instinctive assumption being simple. He would step away – try writing for other people, keep his label going, wait the “two years, five years, whatever it be” until One Direction reformed. “If you’d asked me a year or 18 months ago: ‘Are you going to do anything as a solo artist?’ I’d have said absolutely not.”

What changed? If the management stuff made you happy, I say, why not sit back and focus on that? “But then I’d be conceding,” he says. Conceding to who? To what? He waves his hand in the air. He could mean anything:

Niall is the most lovely guy, Zayn has the voice, Harry is very cool, Liam gets the crowd going… And then there’s me

I honestly think they’ll write books about One Direction fans. They are so fanatical. The intensity. It’s remarkable

history, bandmates, doubters, the press. Tomlinson is quiet for a while and eventually says: “I’m trying to work out why it is that I’m [doing this], now that you’ve asked that question.” He fidgets and trials a few answers that run out of steam. “It’s frustrating, because I know what I want to say and I can’t articulate it.” He pats for his lighter. The odds are against this tilt, Tomlinson seems to understand. But as we start to talk through his reasons for at least trying, I find myself hoping that this Last Directioner makes an unlikely go of it after all.

pop industry has an ineREASON ONE . TH E luctable momentum, and the star who begins something ( like a skier inching off a hilltop) can quickly find themselves bound to ride out whatever thrills and trials comes next. Tomlinson gives the example of how he first became famous. Born in Doncaster in 1991 he was raised by his mother, Johannah Deakin, and later also by her new partner Mark Tomlinson. He was 16 when he went to his first X

Factor audition. Prompt rebuff. A year later he made it into the audition process, but still nowhere near the part where ambitious young singers are briskly embraced or condemned by that great gatekeeper of celebrity, Simon Cowell. In 2010 Tomlinson, twice unlucky, gave the auditions a final try.

“I told myself I’ve just got to get to Simon, get his opinion, that’s all my ambition was. Then all of a sudden everything changed. To my friends in Doncaster I would always say [getting into the band] was the most incredible thing that happened to me. And it was. But it happened when I was already having the best year of my life. I was 17, 18, just started driving, didn’t need fake ID any more, going to house parties. That’s the time. That’s the age. And to a certain degree… ‘Having it taken away’ is the wrong phrase. But there was a price to pay.”

He says his current efforts as a soloist came about in similar fashion. In 2016, Tomlinson had become a father. (His son, Freddie, “who I love so much”, was born after a brief relationship with a Californian stylist called Briana Jungwirth.) He had some other personal matters to work through and in the summer he went on holiday to Las Vegas to blow off steam. At a club the American DJ Steve Aoiki was playing. Tomlinson, giddy with delight from Aoiki’s set, suggested to the DJ they try writing something together. In career terms, he had inched off the hill again, without necessarily considering the gradient of the slope.

A few months later, Tomlinson says, a single he’d written with Aoiki was being rolled out for release through One Direction’s old record label, Syco. Tomlinson was booked in to perform it on live TV. “And I was, like: ‘Did I really think this through?’”

Which leads Tomlinson to reason two. He’s well aware he was fast-tracked into his music career. That, as a part of One Direction, he was only a piece of a “heavy machine”. And as a self-aware northerner, from a proudly working class family, this has left Tomlinson with residual guilt to answer about wealth and status that do not feel to him fully earned. “And I know, I know it sounds ungrateful. But I think about a man, on a nine-to-five, working his arse off for six months so he can go to his family and say: ‘Guys, I’m taking you to Disneyland.’ That moment… I’ll never have that in my family life. And I’ve worked hard. But I’ve never worked hard, not like that.”

Tomlinson says he has already sweated more for this record than any before. When you’re putting together material as a soloist, he says, you quickly learn that those hot-shot collaborators who once dribbled to work with One Direction no longer pick up the phone

so readily. “I couldn’t say to you now that I could definitely get a superstar writer in a session with me. And I understand that.” Tomlinson adds, with no real vinegar: “Harry won’t struggle with any of that.”

In their One Direction days, no question, Styles got the most attention. But all the boys had their devotees and Tomlinson wants to prove to his own fans – reason three – that he’s been worth the backing all these years. “I honestly think they’ll write books about One Direction fans,” Tomlinson says. “Because they are so fanatical. The intensity. It’s remarkable.”

Tomlinson cannot talk about it with me, not without getting into muddy legal waters, but there was recently a difficult episode involving a small crowd of fans at an airport in LA. He was travelling with his partner, Eleanor Calder, who is viewed with some distrust by the fiercest corps of Louis fans. Video footage seems to show Calder being surrounded and attacked by a group of girls. Tomlinson, unable to discuss the matter, says to me more generally that he hopes his new music will reveal to fans a more complete version of himself than before. “Honestly, it’s crazy. It’s hard for a lot of people who are fanatical to believe that you are a real entity and a person.”

Which brings us to reason four. Reason four Tomlinson discusses with caution. Reason four he enshrouds with disclaimers: that it is not his intention to tell “a sob story”, that “I don’t like people feeling sorry for me”. Reason four concerns his mum.

Johannah Deakin was diagnosed with leukaemia in early 2016. Tomlinson had been worried his luck would run out; that having been “dealt that amazing hand” to squeak into the last berth in One Direction, he was due some sort of equalising blow. And he gives a bleak little laugh when he recalls where he was when the terrible phone call came. “At Jamie Vardy’s wedding of all places. Talk about your places, for something super-traumatic. My mum told me, uh, yeah, that she was definitely terminal.”

They were unusually close. He recalls how she was often one step ahead “because she had the password to my email”. It was an intimacy he attributes to them being close in age. “I remember the day I lost my virginity. I hadn’t even told any of my mates and I was, like: ‘Mum? I know this is really weird. But I’ve got to tell you…’ I remember thinking this is a bizarre conversation to be having with your mother. But it’s testament to how comfortable she made me.”

When Deakin died, in December 2016, Tomlinson was only days away from the live gig he’d agreed to do on the X Factor. “I remember saying to her: ‘Mum, how the fuck do you expect me to do this now?’ And she didn’t swear much, my mum. She’d always tell me off for swearing. And this time she was like: ‘You’ve got to fucking do it, it’s as simple as that.’ It was football manager, team talk stuff.’” The footage of Tomlinson’s performance that weekend is hard to watch. When he first appears on the X Factor stage he looks rigid, almost plastic, with grief. He’s clearly able to lose himself in the three-minute drama of a pop song. And after that the colour drains right back out of his face.

Tomlinson smokes for a bit. He says: “I’m not gonna claim this is all for me mum. But it was definitely… It was…”

He thinks. Throughout his life, he says, his mum always had greater belief in him than he did. “Sometimes my reservation, or my confidence, might have prevented me from doing something. And I’ve needed a mum in the past to kick me up the arse and go: ‘You’re doing it.’”

The boy bander has his reasons, then. “I’ve enjoyed this,” he says. “An opportunity to talk super openly. Not, y’know, answer questions about who my favourite superhero is. I don’t feel I get that many chances.”

The pile of cigarette butts in front of him has mounted to quite a height. Tomlinson, seeming to notice it for the first time, mutters: “Sorry. I’ve been chaining.” His mum hated smoking, he says. Then he smiles. “Though I remember she had the occasional cigarette herself.”

He taps his lighter on the table and asks what I make of everything he’s said. “Do you think your readers are still gonna wonder: ‘Why doesn’t he just not do it?’”

I’m not sure, I tell him, trying to be honest. But let’s see.

The day I lost my virginity, I hadn’t even told any of my mates, and I was, like: ‘Mum? I know this is weird but I’ve got to tell you…’

Louis’s new single ‘Back To You’ featuring Bebe Rexha and Digital Farm Animals is coming soon

So @badacts and I came up with this ridiculous spy au and idk lads here’s a preview of the fic for it I’m working on, hopefully it’ll keep you warm whilst I’m crying over finals (cw: graphic depictions of violence - stay safe kids!) 


Agent #10-03-18: Josten, Neil Abram.

Aliases: Nathaniel Abram Wesninski, Michael Hatford, Stefan Bernard, Alex Vidakovic, Chris Rey (see attached notes for further)


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BOKUAKA [Bokuto/Akaashi]

Among Us (verse, M) by dgalerab - I will personally advocate for this fic series until I die - I didn’t think I’d even like an X-Men AU but the dynamic and characterisation and character development and drama is just? too good to ever put down?? Whenever I share it with other people I advise them to read at least the first three chapters before passing judgement and I don’t yet think anyone has actually turned away from it after doing so. read also: e-v-e-r-y-t-h-i-n-g by dgalerab, starting with Notes: Bokuto Koutarou (G)

arrogant boy, love yourself so no one has to (oneshot, G) by earlgrey_milktea - Character study and the consequence of familial expectations. Hooo boy, this was the first BokuAka fic I ever read and it still hits hard. So, so well done.

better than spy films (oneshot, G) by dalyeau - Akaashi is Kuroo’s new roommate and Bokuto falls in love. …Yes I know it’s not much of a rec when all of dalyau’s fics are some of the most popular BokuAka fics on AO3 but~ they’re exactly that for a reason and I’ll forevermore adore the heck out of them. read also: love in the time of wifi (G), tea-stained polaroids (G)

bitter (twoshot, G) by silvercistern - Valentines/White Day fic. The fact that these two chapters were posted on the corresponding days make them all the more sweeter– or… not sweeter? Good bitter? (And yes, the countdown to White Day was agonising purely because I couldn’t wait for this update and it was so, so worth it.) A headcanon I could 100% believe in Akaashi and, of course, no-one would pick up on something like that faster than Bokuto Koutarou. Super quirky, completely adorable. read also: Character Development (T)

full hearts and flower emojis (multi, G) by lagatos - Akaashi discovers that his garden has a serial flower thief every morning. Featuring my favourite trope - KuroAka being best friends and roommates - and dialogue that had me smiling for daaaaays. I can’t even do it justice in words but, if you’re craving something light and cute as heck, this is your fic.

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What if I liked it? // Thor x Reader

Pairing: Thor x POC!Reader
Warning: Language, Fluff ‘n’ Smut, Oral sex (m & f receiving) Accidental butt stuff 
Word Count: 1.7k+

Summary: Accidents happen…but what if you’re into it?

A/N: I know. I know. I know. I haven’t posted a fic in forever. I’m sorry. Writer’s block is an absolute cunt and I hate it. I couldn’t even create art without trashing it immediately. But I’m back now. PLUS I SAW THAT DAMN GIF OF THOR COVERED IN LIGHTNING AND I’M CURRENTLY ON THE VERGE OF COMBUSTION. So…let’s see how much you like this fic I cooked up for @emilyevanston CAH Challenge. [#1: Surprise finger in the Anus with Thor]

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GOT7 Reaction // When their fiancé doesn’t fit in their wedding dress.

I love you too haha! I hope you enjoy this one! I switched it up a bit if that’s okay.


You would call him freaking out, to the point where he couldn’t understand you.

“Y/N, First, calm down”

You obviously couldn’t calm down. Your wedding dress didn’t fit you whatsoever.

“You could literally walk down the aisle in a cloth, and I’d still be the happiest man alive” He started. “Just calm down. Once I get home we will figure this out.

His words reassured you and calmed you a bit. So you took care of the dress and went back home to wait for him.

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He was just getting done with a lesson when he got your call. His ears started ringing when he realized you were freaking out because your wedding dress was the wrong size. He waited for you to finish ranting, which made you think he hung up.

“are you done?” he replied to your rant.

You replied yes, mostly out of breath.

“Okay” he started. “just give me the address and phone number and I’ll take care of it” he seemed pleased to say that.

“Now go home and rest, I’ll be home later.”

He went to the dress shop and basically convinced them to give him the correct size. He surprised you with the correct dress when he got home.

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He would lowkey be annoyed when he found out your dress didn’t fit. He told you to not worry about it. When he found the time, he immediately marched his ass up to the dress shop.

He literally did anything to get the correct size. Of course, they were nice enough to make an exception since he was famous after all.

He managed to get the dress without going angry wang on everybody.

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He tried to hide his savageness. He was trying to calm you down while on the phone and without any warning, he was already on the way to your destination. Once he found you, he saw you in your beautiful dress.

“Babe what is exactly the problem?” he questioned.

“It’s too big!” you replied.

He thought you were so beautiful, even if it didn’t fit. So he spoke with the nearest employee to see if they could go a size down.

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He would feel so overwhelmed when he found out they gave you the wrong dress. They basically lost your dress. He left the studio and went home to see you. Once he arrived, he saw you in the new dress they gave you.

“But babe what’s wrong with this one?”

“It’s not the right one” you replied.

He still thought you looked pretty in the current dress you were in, even if it’s not the one you ordered. Hopefully you could work out everything before you wedding date came.

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He understood how overwhelmed you were with the situation. So once he got home he immediately cracked some jokes.

“You know, you can always walk down the aisle naked.”

Once he said that, you hit his chest lightly.

“BamBam! I’m not walking down the aisle naked!”

He apologized to you and promised that everything would work out eventually.

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Once he found out the news, he would be slightly annoyed and stressed himself. Not only for him but for you. He tried to work things out with the dress and surprise you since you were so overwhelmed. When he found out what he could do was limited. He contiuously apologized to you and that you two would figure out everything soon.

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Big Fucking Mess

Everything is just turning into a big fucking mess for Harry and Y/N. Things were supposed to be complication free, right?

This was requested: Can we have a FWB blurb? plot twist your a virgin and just want a FWB fling with harry and soon you two developed feelings for each other. 

It will also most definitely have a part two up soon-ish (: 

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   Drunk. You were incredibly drunk. The world was spinning but in that nice, floaty way that made you smile at everything. Harry wasn’t too far behind you, his words slurring and his head resting on your shoulder every few minutes or so. 

   The bride and groom had already shared their slow dance together, and now the dance floor was full of people grinding and laughing loudly. You watched as everyone squeezed together onto the small space. Usually, you would be out there bumping and grinding like the rest of your friends, celebrating the brand new bride and groom to the fullest. Tonight, for some reason, you were perfectly, drunkenly content with sitting next to Harry in the large booth that was now abandoned by everyone except for the two of you. 

   You looked over to see him watching the people dancing as well. His green eyes were glazed over, and there was a smile at the corner of his lips. You poked the dimple that was subtly showing and he turned his gaze to you. 

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winter-wing  asked:

I looked up Chuck Tingle 'cause I had not idea he was. I had hopes that they were going to provide more books for me to read. And well...I went to his site and looked at the paperbacks....I've made a mistake and I don't think I'll be able to un-see some of his covers. x.x

Look, I know it’s weird and if you’re not aware of what he actually writes then it’s hella weird, but the novels are actually some of the best poignant and satirical commentary on current issues.

I forget which one it is, something like “Pounded in the Ass by Medical Debt” or something and he basically breaks down everything wrong with the American health care system and calls out the need for social reformation because we are literally getting fucked by the system. Like I don’t care if his covers are fucking insane. I’m writing about bisexual poly werewolves punching nazis with their cute vampire bf who can’t stop adopting children and their bad ass wife. None of this makes sense just go with it.

Overgrown Lizard Law

A/N: Hi guys! Second one-shot in two days, I’m on fire! I had fun with this one, and it’s my first request! I hope you guys like it! Requests are open, and feedback is always welcome. Feel free to follow me!

Request: Hello can I get an Owen x Reader where the reader works with Owen and the raptors? The raptors act weird towards the reader and no one knows why. It turns out it’s because they acknowledge her as the alpha’s mate and so alpha female of the pack?

Owen x Reader

Warnings: Swearing again, but only like once so it’s fine.
Y/N/N: Your Nickname (or just your name)
Y/L/N: Your Last Name

“Are you nervous?” You ask, leaning your arms on the railing of the catwalk, watching as the girls play-fought and chased each other around the paddock.

“Me? Nervous? Sweet cheeks, I was born ready.” Owen said with his signature smirk plastered across his-quite honestly, gorgeous- face, reaching out a finger and bopping you on the nose. Rolling your eyes, you bump him with your shoulder, and look down at the ground again watching as Delta ran circles around Charlie. Biting your lip and playing with your hands anxiously, you watch as the two chase each other’s tails.

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Another Tom Holland Imagine.

This has no official title. I almost posted it on my main blog, though. So:

Title: I Almost Posted This On My Main Blog (unofficially)

Pairing: Tom Holland/reader

Words: 1,640

Warnings: Mild swearing, fluff city.

Summary: You had a bad day at work, and Tom vows to turn your mood around.

Notes: Imagine the worst possible day you could have at your job. That’s what kind of day you have in this story.

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I'll Kill You Myself (Dominic Toretto x Reader)

Title: I’ll Kill You Myself 

Warnings: swearing, stitching up wounds ? 

 Synopsis: Dom comes home, late and injured. You’re sick of this shit, but try not to wake up the kids.

A/N: My first imagine on Tumblr! How did you like it? Let me know! I hope you’re having a great day! -Jena

P.S- You can find part two here. Enjoy!

Originally posted by warcraftedits

You gnawed at your lip, eyes nervously watching a late-night rerun of the Big Bang Theory. Your eyelids drooped from a desire to rest, but you just took a sip from your fourth cup of coffee, pressing forward into the night. Your eyes flickered to the clock, it read 2:48 a.m. You sighed, bouncing your knee. Dom and the team had a late-night race they were going to- a race against a dangerous criminal, to be exact. You volunteered to stay behind and watch Brian and Mia’s children, along with Dom’s son Brian. 

 Your nervousness wasn’t replaced with rage until you heard the familiar purr of Dom’s Charger. You clicked the TV off, gripping the handle of your mug so tightly that your knuckles turned a shade of white. You made your way towards the entryway, standing about seven feet from the door. A hand was poised on your cocked hip, your tired eyes glaring at the door and it was as if the door was going to burst into flames. The keys jingled and the door was opened by Brian, who had a smile on his face but it quickly disappeared when he saw the anger in your eyes. “Hey, Y/N.” he nervously said, stepping aside and letting Mia and Dominic enter. 

 "Your kids are asleep upstairs, I didn’t feed them much sugar. They were well-behaved. I loved watching them, and I hope you enjoyed your night out.“ You said, your eyes locked onto Dom. Your voice held unintentional hostility but the slightest hint of genuineness was detectable. Your head turned to Mia and Brian, smiling a small smile. "Seriously. I hope you guys had fun, sorry for the rudeness.” You turned back to Dom. “Could you guys excuse us for a minute?” Your hostility and anger was back. Mia and Brian departed up the stairs, claiming to be tired and go to bed. It was a good thing they did, because the second the door closed, your eyes pierced Dominic Toretto with frustration. "What the hell were you thinking?“ you quietly exclaimed, trying not to wake up the sleeping kids or prevent Mia and Brian from sleeping. 

 "It was just a night out racing, just like old times. Nothing serious.” Dominic said calmly, his low voice soothing you yet making you all the more upset. 

 "I’m not an idiot, Dominic.“ You spat, pulling out the full name card. "You haven’t moved from that position since you walked in, you haven’t shifted your weight. You’re covering a certain spot on your torso. Plus, Mia texted me and said you got sliced." 

 "Babe, it’s nothing a little rubbing alcohol and a good night’s sleep can’t fix.” Dom chuckled, stepping towards you with a wince. 

 "Sit on the couch. Take your shirt off.“ You ordered, walking away before going to find the rubbing alcohol, gauze, and a few cotton balls. You returned to the living room, a look of annoyance on your face. You refused to let yourself make eye contact with Dom, you knew you’d melt. 

“I’m sorry.” Dom muttered, and you felt the urge to look at him, but you resisted.

“Why are you apologizing, Dominic? What happened wasn’t your fault. You didn’t know this guy was gonna try and kill you.” you said softly, applying the rubbing alcohol-drenched cotton ball to the open wound on Dom’s stomach. 

You two just sat there in silence for a bit, just the sound of rubbing alcohol swishing back and forth in the bottle whenever you dumped more onto a cotton ball. You bit your lip in concentration, and also deep in thought.

What if I had lost Dom? What if this guy.. what if he got the jugular? What if he lost a lot of blood? What if Dom had died?  

The last sentence brought a wave of hot, salty tears to your eyes, and you fought with everything you had not to cry. You bit your lip harder, you were not going to cry. Not right now. 

But, Dominic Toretto isn’t stupid, either. 

“What’s wrong?” he asked you, and you shook your head, attempting to rid the tears from your eyes. You kept your eyes trained on the wound you were currently bandaging. 

“Nothing.” the word fell from your lips and almost crushed Dom’s heart.

“Y/N, you can tell me anything. You know that, right? What’s wrong?” he asked.

The dam holding your tears back was broken at his words. A soft sob escaped your lips, and you brought the back of your hand up to your mouth, attempting to silence yourself. Hot, salty tears rolled down your now red cheeks. You sobbed into the back of your hand, your body shook from the intensity of your tears.

Dom sank next to you on the ground, wrapping his arms around you and pulling you into his chest. Your body fell into his, and you couldn’t help but cry harder. “Hey,” he whispered, “I’m here. Y/N, I’m here.”

The words were reassuring, but you still cried. And you cried for about fifteen minutes more, quite unsure if the tears would stop until they did. Dom grabbed a Kleenex box off of the coffee table, placing it in front of you. You grabbed the tissues and wiped your face. 

“Now, can you tell me what’s wrong?” Dom asked, and you pulled out of his grasp to look into his eyes. You sat with your legs criss-crossed, and sighed. A shaky hand was raked through your y/h/c hair. 

“I just… I just started thinking. What if this wound was a lot deeper. What if he went for your jugular. What if he took you from me, Dom? Do you understand why I always wait up, even when the kids are put to bed hours before? Do you understand why I get so mad?” you started. His eyes softened as they met yours.

“It’s because you care.” 

“I love you so much, Dominic Toretto. And, if you die, I will go out of my damn mind. I can’t lose you, not yet. I’m not ready for that, neither are Brian and Mia. Little Brian needs his dad.” A small smile crossed Dom’s lips when you mention the tiny Toretto.

“I love you, too, Y/N Y/L/N.” Dom said, leaning in to capture your lips in a kiss. 

When you pulled away, you gave him a hug. “And, hey, next time, take me along please. We’ll have Rome or someone watch the kids.” 

Dom gave you a funny look. “You want somebody to watch my son, our nieces and nephews… and you chose Roman Pierce?” 

You laughed. “Okay, maybe not Rome. But maybe Hobbs or Deckard?” 

“Maybe. But, I promise. You’ll come with us.” 



Originally posted by jengkook

Word count: 1820

Warnings: ANGST

Author’s note: I feel like I got a lot to say right now. Sorry about that in advance.

First of all this scenario is inspired by K.A.R.D.’s “Rumor”. At first I didn’t liked that song but I started liking it eventually. And damn this photoshoot gets me everytime. Also I don’t have the feeling I wrote a good Jimin story yet so I hope this will be poppin.

Second thing: I guess you noticed that I am repeating the members now. I mostly pick who I think would fit the role but there hasn’t really been any request regarding a certain group/member. Just to let you know that I am open for any suggestion! If not then I am willing to continue my own comeups ;)

For the third and last thing I just reached 400 followers!! ♥♥♥ For that I wanted to welcome every new companion and of course thank you all :D It is overwhelming to me how this blog grew out of nothing :) I will continue as long as you guys like me to ;) But now we will get going!

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maniacani  asked:

Can Pidge get any more adorable? Yes, she prolly can. Ok, but what about her hair? Does she go through a "i want my hair to be long so i can slap mean people with it" or does has she always kept her short-ish? Does she simply not care all that much? What about her family (bet keith wants to be the hairstylist lol)? <33

[The Voltron Family] The time Keith was away for a week, Shiro was not aware he was going to be on hair duty along with everything else. He was currently preparing the kids’ snacks and lunch when Pidge came down to the kitchen looking forlorn. 

“Baby girl, what’s wrong?” Shiro asked, dropping everything he was doing to attend to his daughter. 

“Daddy, when will you do my hair?” Little Pidge asked. 

“What?” Shiro’s eyes widened. 

“My hair,” Pidge pointed at her head. “Daddy Keith ponytails it and sometimes braids it. I can’t go to school without my hair in braids.”

Shiro just stared at his daughter, completely at lost. He was no hairstylist like Keith, nor was he an expert. However, he was good at tying Keith’s hair. Braids, ponytails…  Surely, they were not that different.

He swallowed a lump in his throat. “Yeah, okay. We can… we can do that now.” He looked around the breakfast table and then back at Pidge. “Here. We’re doing your hair here.” He picked up Pidge and placed her on one of the stools. “Let me just get a comb and—”

“Got em!” Pidge cut him off showing a little comb and some star hairbands.

“These hairbands,” Shiro softly said as he took them. “I bought these for you.”

Pidge nodded, beaming at him. “You did. It’s my fave now. I love green stars.”

“Sweetheart,” Shiro sniffled. He looked at Pidge and he just adored her to bits. With newfound determination, he nodded. “Alright. Let’s do this. Let me just call your Daddy Keith.”

Keith was currently on the screen of the iPad that was on the table, giving specific instructions on how to make a simple braid. “Yes, good. Now go under the first one and there we go. Be careful.”

“Ouch,” Pidge winced.

“Oh god. I’m sorry!” Shiro panicked, releasing his grip on Pidge’s hair. “Did I hurt you badly?”

Pidge shook her hair slowly. “No, it’s okay. It’s okay, Daddy Shiro.”

“Keith, I’m not cut out for this!” Shiro turned to the iPad, looking devastated. 

“Yes, you are,” Keith assured. “It just takes practice. You’ll get a hang of it.”

“Are you… watching Youtube tutorials on hair styling?” Allura asked Shiro as they ate lunch together at work.

“Indeed I am,” Shiro nodded. “Keith’s out for a week and I ain’t letting my daughter leave the house without looking like a warrior princess from space.”

“Shiro, that’s…. that is such a Daddy thing to say,” Allura cooed. “I’ll offer my hair for you to practice on.”

The following day, Shiro was prepared. He didn’t need to call Keith anymore to ask for guidance. So he entered Pidge’s room. She was already dressed in her uniform and they both shared a look… a look of determination.

“Today we’re doing a French braid.” Shiro announced and Pidge smiled with so much glee. 

The hair styling session ended with so much kisses. 

“I did it,” Shiro cried as he called Keith right after. “I’m sending you a photo and you’re going to love it whether you like it or not.”

Keith laughed. “I’m sure I will.”

“Also Pidge said, and I quote ‘Daddy Shiro’s my new hairstylist now!’” Shiro chuckled. “That’s right, Keith. You’ve been fired. I’m sorry.”

“Oh no. What will I do for a living now?” Keith faked gasp and then laughed. “Doing a French braid is no easy feat. I’m proud of you, Takashi.”

“Thank you,” Shiro smiled. “Maybe I can teach you a thing or two.”

“Now don’t get ahead of yourself,” Keith chuckled. 


Bughead's Fate in Ep 13

I was so nervous about the fate of Bughead in episode 13, but I’m actually pretty certain they’re going to be the couple that survives the season and stays together. I also think they’re the couple that go all the way, and here’s why:

*In all of Lili’s recent interviews she flat out says that Betty loves Jughead and that she’s really happy with him. She also says that she’s not confused about her feelings, and her love for Archie is different (I’m assuming this means she’s in love with Jug and only loves Archie as a friend).

*Cole said that Betty and Jughead discuss their relationship in episode 13 and it’s a conversation that will either make or break them. Judging by what Lili has said and the BTS photos and the new trailer, I’m pretty sure they get through it.

*A and V have not had enough build up or even enough of a relationship to go all the way. They’re not even official. Veronica wouldn’t just jump into bed with him, especially with Archie being a player.

*Episodes 10-12 have given Bughead quite a bit of drama. That’s why I think episode 13 is about them rebuilding their currently strained relationship.

*We have seen behind the scenes photos, which show Bughead arm in arm and smiling. In those BTS pics Jughead is wearing the outfit he’s wearing at the booth at Pop’s from the promo where the core four are drinking milkshakes together. Archie has his arm in a cast in that scene, which means this takes place after all the moments in the snow where everything is going wrong for them. They’re really happy in those BTS pics and Pop’s scenes, and it seems like all that is towards the end of the episode.

*One of the writers Brian recently answered a fan’s question on Twitter about whether Jughead will ever be happy, and he replied saying absolutely.

*Lili said in an interview, a while back, that she always knew Jughead and Betty were going to end up together, but didn’t know it would start as early as episode 6. So does that mean she was expecting them to get together towards the end of the season?

*Cole said in an interview, while he was in the middle of filming the final episode, that this Jughead is not Zdarsky’s Jughead. He isn’t the asexual Jughead. Why would he say that if Jughead hasn’t even had a love scene yet? Wouldn’t he have just said that Jughead’s sexuality has yet to be explored and will probably come into play in other seasons?

*Cole said that in episode 13 there’s a moment where Jug isn’t wearing his hat. Getting intimate with Betty would be a good reason to take it off.

*On Reddit someone asked Cole if Jughead fucks, to which he replied ‘Jughead makes love’. Cole could have easily answered no if that was the truth. Also, Betty has said she loves Jughead and we know he loves her, too (hopefully we get an I love you scene), so wouldn’t it be fitting for them to be the couple that make love, seeing as though they are in love? :)

*On the FB live stream with Lili and Mads, Lili let slip that Bughead are good in the finale and then both her and Madelaine said something happens and their reactions implied it could be something special.

*Kj said that there’s a massive twist in ep 13 that involves Archie. So because of that maybe he and Veronica are the ones whose fate hangs in the balance?

*If Jughead is adopting a dog then it must mean he’s not living at the Andrews anymore, so perhaps he moves back into his dad’s trailer. FP doesn’t look like he’ll be released from prison anytime soon, so what if Jug ends up living there by himself? This would give him and Betty the trailer all to themselves. 😉

*Probably the biggest reason: It’s Cole Sprouse. As if they’re not going to take advantage of that. The CW would not let their most attractive, most popular and most famous actor go without having a sex scene! Archie has already had multiple love scenes with Grundy, so I think they’ll give the next one to Jughead.

Lastly, if Bughead get intimate I am positive it’s going to be done in the most romantic and gentle way. It won’t be over sexualised. It will be really sweet. Maybe similar to Pacey and Joey’s first time in Dawson’s Creek! 😍🙏

i spy a cheater

Request Prompt; Can you write a Shawn imagine where he’s been distant lately and sleeping at his friend’s house more often so when you confront him, you find out that he cheated and was too scared to tell you? So you’re about to leave him but he’s sobbing and you can tell he’s sorry so you decide to stay?

Warning; very slight use of some foul language


You and Shawn were definitely an inseparable couple. The two of you guys came in a pair, and it only made your relationship with the rising artist even stronger. Just as well as the two of you guys worked together, your trust levels were through the roof.

Although it was a bit weird at first, you learned to accept that Shawn’s career would always have him surrounded by girls that were practically in love with him. Even at the beginning of the relationship, Shawn assured you that the only girl he wanted was you. This of course made you more comfortable in the relationship and ultimately helped you through your now seven month relationship with Shawn.

Shawn was beginning to write his newest album, which required him to stay later at the studio than usual. This was nothing new to you, but you started worrying after he stopped answering your texts. You sent an occasional text every other hour to check up on him, but it was as if you were texting a wall. It had been like this for the past few weeks – Shawn wouldn’t answer your texts, he’d come home late, and by the time you’d wake up, he’d already be off at the studio.

When you got the chance to ask him, he gave you the quick excuse that he was sleeping at his friends house every other night since it was closer to the studio. Of course you bought it, but it was often a thought that bothered you.

The thought of him cheating on you never occurred because he’s never given you a reason to think that he would stab you in the back like that. He gave the relationship as much time as his job would allow him, and you didn’t complain. He knew how to treat a girl well, and he never had trouble making you feel like the luckiest girl out there.

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You Get Into A Fight With Them

Turtles (2014/16) x Reader

Notes: This gave me so many feelings I can’t even ;-;

Prompt: “Say the turtles get into a fight with their S/O, what do they do afterwords?”

  • Leonardo

He thought of the pros and cons of apologising to you over and over again. He hated admitting that he was wrong, but he hated fighting with you even more. Leo had forgotten what the argument was even about, but remembered the end of it vividly. He remembered you walking out, and the tears that streamed down your face and the intense feeling of self-hatred and regret as his heart broke in two. All he could do then was lay in his bed, stare up at the ceiling and hope to God you didn’t hate him as much as he hated himself in that moment.

  • Raphael

Raph took to the gym after a particular heated argument with you. It was definitely not your fault, but it wasn’t his either. Right? Okay maybe a little bit of it was his fault, and a little your fault. He was utterly confused. Both of you were fine in the morning, and now you probably couldn’t stand to see him, and the more he thought about it, the more frustrated and angry he got. He spent hours and hours in that gym, beating the punching bag to a pulp. How could Raphael let you go? He needed to be a man, fight for you; get you back.

  • Donatello

After the explosion that happened early in the day, Donatello tried to busy himself with his current  projects and work. But he couldn’t concentrate knowing you were sad, and angry with him. He got the wrong compounds together, or he missed out a key ingredient. It wasn’t working. Distracting himself from his obvious mistake wasn’t going to fix what he’d done, but he could at least try for now. The weight of his world was on his shoulders, his world being you. You (and his family of course) are all that he cares about. He’d give everything up for you.

  • Michelangelo

Food, food and maybe a light snack. Mikey closeted himself in his room, watching reruns of your favourite shows and movies and eating away the pain he felt. When his brother’s came in, he’d joke around, saying he was being a pig instead of a turtle today, but they could see the hurt he was feeling. He threw a chip at a character on the screen, the pretty girl you’d always gush about. “You ain’t shit compared to my angelcakes, [Y/N] has better hair than you.” For the rest of the day, until the evening when he could see you again, he laid and did nothing. How could he do anything? He couldn’t even get you right, and you were the easiest, yet most complex thing that he had ever come across in his short life. You are his everything.


“Welcome, welcome to Caraval! The grandest show on land or by sea. Inside you’ll experience more wonders than most people see in a lifetime. You can sip magic from a cup and buy dreams in a bottle. But before you fully enter into our world, you must remember it’s all a game.”

I joined a Tumblr book club, the first book was Caraval by Stephanie Garber .

I may be one of the few, but I enjoyed the book. I didn’t have any expectations going in , and while there are many things wrong with the book , I choose to focus on what’s good.

I was swept up in the magic of Caraval, I was second guessing everything. I loved the relationship between Scarlett and Julian. But ultimately I fell in love with Julian, I pictured him a bit like hook from the show Once Upon A Time 😍😍😍