and we were just big crying messes

Norman Reedus x Reader - You’re all I need (SMUT) (Request)

- Anon: Could you do Norman getting caught having a little sneaky him time in his trailer over the new make up artist that he’s crushing on bad
and she catches him saying her name (reader) from outside and storms in on him and he doesnt notice till hes finished that shes stood there
and she gets annoyed with him and wont let him explain himself and he gets frustrated and teary cuz he’s embarrassed and pins her to a wall and smut like hell 😍😍
pretty please I would just die 😶

WARNING: HELLA SMUT

ENGLISH IS NOT MY FIRST LANGUAGE SO, SORRY FOR EVENTUAL ERRORS

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Pairing: Hamilsquad x Reader (poly), lil bit of John x reader oops
Requested by anon: “Poly Hamilsquad x Reader Idea: John comes home to find Hercules handcuffed, Lafayette blindfolded, Alexander with a ball gag in his mouth, and Reader is drunk or on a sugar high.”
Trigger Warnings: Usually these would be kinks but I got creative lol.


John walked through the front door with an armful of fast food, ready to have a night in with his girlfriend. His boyfriends had texted him, saying that they were going to the club, and asked if he wanted to come with. He promptly replied with, Raincheck, as he was painfully aware that Y/N was still mad at him.

When the boys were mad, it was at least bearable, but none of them could take you being upset. You had two kinds of anger. There was the passive aggressive kind: You’d smile happily at them while making snarky remarks in a bright and cheery voice. And then there was the silent treatment: Cold over-the-shoulder glances and straight up ignoring their existences.

You were silent treatment angry.

You’d been at it for weeks, sometimes forgetting what you were mad at him for. You were stubborn, though, so the reason didn’t really matter. You were waiting for an apology, a sincere one. Not the babe, please don’t be mad at me I’m sorry. You wanted the I know what I did was wrong and I’m prepared to make it up to you apology. And that was what John planned on doing.

He couldn’t stand the thought of you being mad at him, especially for so long. This entire relationship started with the two of you. You’d started dating in high school and here you both were, still together. Of course, with some additions.

It was a hard transition, going from his only significant other to being one of four. At first, you felt like you were competing for his love. As the others caught on, they reassured you that whatever your thought was certainly not the case. The four boys actually felt the same way you did; all feeling as if your love had to be won by one of them.

You all laughed about it in the end. It was then that the relationship started to fall into a relaxing pattern. Of course, whatever argument you and John had was an exception to this pattern.

As he closed the front door, he began speaking, knowing that Y/N was the only one home. “Baby.” He called. He walked to the kitchen in the dark since he knew the way like the back of his hand. “I know you’re here, please answer me. I brought food from that little diner you like.”

John heard a squeal and watched as you scurried into the kitchen. “Hi John.” You said giddily, searching through a bag for her food. He looked taken aback, “You’re talking to me?”

“Of course!” You grinned. “Why wouldn’t I?”

Your freckle-faced lover furrowed his brow, looking at you with a confused look. He took your chin between his thumb and index finger and tilted your head up. As you slurped a noodle past your lips, he noticed that your eyes were glassy. Your breath smelled like the rum that Alexander keeps in his room. “Y/N, are you drunk?”

“I mean, that would explain why I’m a little dizzy.”

John chuckled as you struggled to lift yourself onto the counter. This wasn’t exactly what he expected, but it was better than having you be mad at him. “The boys went to the club, right?”

“No.”

“No?”

“Nope.”

John began to walk out of the room, but stopped in the doorway. You were prone to accidentally hurting yourself when you were drunk. “Uh, don’t touch anything sharp. Or shiny.” When he turned to walk away, he stopped again. “Actually, don’t touch anything.”

He heard you mutter something along the lines of such little faith you have in me as he went to check the boys’ bedrooms. Upon opening Alexander’s door, John found nothing but papers and books scattered everywhere. Lafayette’s room was clean and tidy, but also empty. Herc’s bedroom was known as the war zone, so John expected the mess, but not the vacancy.

All of a sudden, John heard you crying, so he rushed back into the kitchen. You were standing with tears streaming down your cheeks and blood dripping from your palm. “I was just trying to cut this sandwich in half.”

“Babe, I told you not to touch anything. And why did you use a big knife? It’s just a turkey melt.”

You started mumbling an incoherent response as he cleaned and bandaged your cut. “Where are the boys?”

“Downstairs.”

“In the basement?”

“We were playing a game.”

John sighed and nodded, taking her hand and leading them to the basement. As he looked at his boyfriends he couldn’t help but to break into laughter.

Lafayette was blindfolded, struggling to follow the instructions that Hercules was giving him. Not to mention, he was handcuffed to a pipe, which John made mental note of (that’s probably dangerous, he thought). Alexander sat on the floor, defeated, with a ball gag in his mouth.

John wanted to ask how this happened, but quite frankly, he couldn’t stop laughing.

“Shut up, John.”

“Ses non drôle.”

“This is pretty funny.” John managed to sputter.

“Hmm mm mhmm.”

“Oh my god, John, please take that out of his mouth.”

John walked over to Alexander and pulled the ball gag out of his mouth, allowing him to take a deep breath. “I said I blame you.” Alex said. “What?” John asked. “I wasn’t even here.”

“We were going to go to the club, but belle was upset, so she wanted to play a game-”

“Which of course was truth or dare.” Herc added.

“-And for every dare belle didn’t do, she drank.”

Despite the hilarity of the situation, John did feel bad for upsetting you to this ridiculous point. So, he let Herc out of the handcuffs, gave the boys some cash and told them to go out, on him. They were worried for the both of them; after all, you were still upset with him. John assured them that he’d take care of you and that he’d be fine. With that, they left the house.

John took you back upstairs and sat you down at the table. He sat the food in front of you, urging you to eat. He could tell that you were sobering up because you were leaning back into the silent treatment again. “Eat, please.” He begged.

“Not hungry.”

Two words, he thought, we’re getting somewhere.

He then retrieved a bottle of water from the fridge. He handed it to you, “At least drink this.” You sat, contemplating how much you needed water. You decided to take it, if not for your own health, for John’s. He looked as if he was about to keel over in guilt.

After you drank your water, John led you to bed, just laying with you, side by side. You were both silent as you stared at the ceiling. Suddenly, John was speaking quietly, “Do you remember when we had our first serious fight?”

You stayed silent.

“We were fighting over where we were gonna move. Our first apartment. I wanted to live in Harlem, and you wanted to live uptown.”

You turned your head to look at him, “Uptown is better than Harlem.”

“In your dreams. It’s way too quiet up there.”

“That’s the beauty of it.”

John chuckled as you turned your head back to look at the ceiling. You both were in silence for a few minutes. Neither of you could continue the conversation; you didn’t know how to break the tension.

“I was wrong.” He muttered. You turned your head once more to find him looking at you. “I was. I’m sorry, Y/N. I never want to be the cause of you feeling this way again.” He said. You looked into his eyes and saw honesty. He definitely meant it. “Do you forgive me?”

You grinned as you pushed his hair from his face, giggling slightly, “Honestly, I forgave you when you walked through the door with my favorite noodles.”

My friend hippogriff (Remus Lupin x reader) -3

A/N: I think reader’s friendship with Sirius is v important and has been understated up until this point, but now is the time. Who knows how to cheer you up when that boy acting a fool? His best friend who’s also kind of your best friend. Duh.

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Sugar Daddy Pt 2




Hello babes here is part 2 of the Calum sugar daddy au it is significantly longer than pt 1

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2 weeks. That’s how long it had been since the last time Calum texted you. It’s not that he didn’t want to but he felt like he had to after your last text.

To Calum: Stop calling. Leave me alone.

You didn’t want to get involved. You didn’t want to get hurt. Your reasoning was if you’re not together he can’t break your heart. But still your heart ached every time you looked down at your phone and didn’t see a message from him, and you changed the radio station every time his song came on because you couldn’t bare to hear his voice.


Luke was on a grocery run when he saw you. You looked tired he thought. He was debating whether or not to confront you when you saw him. Your breath caught and a look that he decided was scared crossed your face. “He’s not here,” Luke said and you visibly relaxed. He walked over to you noticing the snacks you were standing in front of, “I thought you didn’t like poptarts.” He’d remembered the time you’d stupidly gotten in a fight with Calum over the toaster pastries. You’d asked him to bring you snacks and he brought you back poptarts, they were his favorite and he wanted to share them with you. You didn’t like poptarts and when he presented them to you, you threw a major fit. It was one of the many reasons his bandmates didn’t like you and thought you were using him.

“I don’t,” you said. But for some reason you didn’t want to admit to yourself you were at the grocery store reaching for a box of Calum’s favorite poptarts. The moment became awkward as the two of you stood there avoiding eye contact and not saying a word. Luke started to move away, when you finally spoke. “How is he?”

Luke stared at you and it became apparent that what he had earlier mistaken for tiredness, was sadness. You were sad, it was so obvious now. It was true he didn’t like you, none of the boys did but he realized that whatever you had felt for Calum was real. And that you missed him, you were buying his favorite poptarts for christ’s sake. However he wasn’t about to start being nice the the girl who had broken his best friends heart. “Same as you,” he said and walked away.

He’d texted the other boys about his encounter with you. While Ashton had agreed with his decision to blow you off, Michael called him an idiot.

From Ashton: You did the right thing she’s a fucking bitch

From Luke: Thanks I thought maybe I was too harsh

From Michael: YOU IDIOT

From Luke: What?!?

From Michael: Don’t you see what this means. It means y/n still cares about Calum

From Ashton: shit

From Luke: so

From Michael: Look I talked to Calum on his 5th day of not showering and he’s convinced she never cared about him. He said we were right and she was just using him and started crying

From Ashton: we have to tell him

From Luke: fuck

They went over to Calum’s and sat him down in the living room.

“Is this an intervention, this feels like an intervention,” Calum said staring at the three boys in his living room. “Guys I’m fine I promise, I’ve been eating I’ve been showering I’m fine just please don’t bring her up.”

“Calu-”

“No please don’t talk about her. You were right okay! She was just using me, I know I need to get over her but please just don’t.”

“No Calum, we were wrong.”

“Luke tell him.”

“Tell me what?”

“I saw y/n today,” Calum felt like he had stopped breathing. He got up from his seat and started walking away, he didn’t want to hear about how happy you were. “Calum wait! I saw her okay and she was so fucking sad! Alright, we were wrong. And I know she was sad about you because she asked how you were and I swear to God I thought she was going to cry.” Calum couldn’t believe what Luke was saying.

“I need you guys to go.”

“What Calu-,” Ashton was cut off for the second time.

“Please. Guys I just need to be alone for a while.”

“Okay just call us if you need anything.” Calum nodded as the boys made their way out.

You were sad. But it didn’t add up in your his head. If you were as big of a mess as him, then why did you tell him to stop contacting you, why didn’t you go to the show, why did you run away when he’d told you he loved you.


3 days. That’s how many days its been since you’d seen Luke at the grocery store. Every time you thought about the exchange you felt like crying. Same as you he’d said, at first you didn’t realize what he meant. Then you got home opened the box of poptarts started watching BoJack Horseman. The devastation of not being with him crept up on you slowly and before you knew it you were a sobbing mess. You missed him so much it hurt to breathe. You were eating his favorite snack watching his favorite show but he wasn’t there. Same as you  the words echoed in your head and you started crying even harder. Calum was a mess and it was all your fault. A fresh wave of tear was set free as you once again thought about what you’d done. You ruined everything, he’d told you he loved you and you ran away. You wiped the tears from your eyes as you heard a knock on the door. Not knowing who it could be you opened the door. He took in your red rimmed eyes and greasy hair and thought you’d never looked more beautiful. He wanted to kiss you but he was on a mission he needed answers. You stared up at him in stunned silence not really believing he was there.

“Hi.”

“Hi,” you replied shyly. Not wanting to make things awkward you invited him inside and offered him some tea. The two of you sat down on your couch facing each other.

“I’m Sorry,” you said at the same time he said “You left me.”

You gestured to him to repeat what he said.

“You left me.”

“I know,” you whispered.

“You never called.”

“I know,” you breathed out.

“God Y/N! I was a mess. Don’t you think I deserve an explanation.”

“I’m sorry,” you said finally looking up into his eyes. You wanted to cry again. Those eyes that you missed so much. Those eyes that crinkled every time he smiled. Those eyes that were so big and vulnerable when he’d declared his love to you, were finally in front of you again. You never thought you’d see those eyes again.The relief you felt seeing them actually did make you start crying. You loved those eyes. Fuck, you loved him. “Calum I’m so sorry,” you said now fully sobbing. “I didn’t want to get hurt,” you said moving closer to him. “I was so stupid, running away from you. I thought being away from you would be the only way I wouldn’t get hurt. But I was wrong so so wrong. God Calum being away from you hurt so much more because,” you hiccuped, “I love you. And I was so scared I-”

“What,” Calum said cutting you off, “What did you say?”

“I was scared?”

“No before that.”

“I said I love you.”

Calum took both your hands in his and moved in till you were so close you could feel his breath on your lips, “Say it again,”

“I love you.” Your eyes fluttered closed as he kissed your lips.

“Again.”

“I love you.” he kissed your cheek and then your temple and your nose until he made his way back down to your lips. He’d gone to your place looking to prove the boys wrong, but you loved him and the moment he heard you say it the last three weeks were forgiven and forgotten. You loved him and he loved you, what more could he ask for.

Heres some Calum for you. Just look at him. He’s so precious

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** Justin Bieber Imagine for rosietheturtle***

Imagine…

You and Justin had been fighting all month about the littlest things. You were starting to think you and him wouldn’t work out. You loved him so much and just thinking about not being with him hurt you. 

One night after coming to a party you and Justin had got into a fight over some girl.  You thought this was going to be like all the fight you usally  have. You yell at each other for a while then go back to normal. It wasn’t like that this time.  

Justin looked at you and in the calmest voice he said “ I would never let a girl get between us. So if your jealous is going to keep getting the best of you then we can’t be together. ”   He looked down for a couple seconds then got up and left.

It felt like your heart was stepped on. You just sat on the floor and cried.  You felt like you messed up big time. You did let your jealousy get best of you. You had lost one of the most important things in your life over something petty.  About an hour later you heard the door open. You were still crying.  It was Justin. He walked over to you and pulled you into his arms. 

“ I’m sorry, Justin. ” you cried “ I’m going to do better ”

He was silent for a while then whispered “ I forgive you." 

You pulled away from him and wiped  your tears. ” I hate fighting with you and I want make it right between us. Will you give me a second chance?“

” Why do you think I came back?“ he smiled

His smile was contagious and you smiled too. ” Let’s never fight like that again.“ 



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[ Chris extended imagine ] Proposal.

Original imagine: Imagine: Chris telling his friends all about his engagement to you.

Written by: A.Wölf.

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-Whoa, whoa, whoa, man! Easy! What are you talking about? It was a moral victory for the Patriots. –Exclaimed Chris holding a drink in his right hand.

-That quarterback needs to go. Face it, Evans.

-Fuck off.

Chris, Sebastian, Anthony, and Aaron were attendees at a glamorous party in LA. The 4 of them had been drinking and chatting for a while.

-Uh-oh, guys… look at that girl in the red dress at 2 o’clock- muttered Aaron.

-Holy shit. 10 bucks say she’ll… oh nevermind she’s already looking at Chris.- Sebastian said.

The woman sat at the bar; she smiled flirtatiously.

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anonymous asked:

DID ANYONE WATCH THE P101 FINAL? I STAYED UP UNTIL 4AM NOT TO SEE SAMUEL (JONGHYUN TOO) TO NOT DEBUT IN THE GROUP. LIKE MNET PLAYED THEM REALLY DIRTY WTF WAS UP WITH THE RANKING REVEALS IN THE MIDDLE OF THE EPISODE, IT MESSED UP THE RANKINGS. PROUD OF THOSE WHO MADE IT BUT SAMUEL DIDNT AND I CANT STOP CRYING

Hey there!

I stayed up too and honestly, I was so angry last night. My friends and I were just ranting over the fact that Jonghyun didn’t make it through and we also felt so bad for Samuel. Mnet also did the middle show ranking reveals in Produce 101 season 1, so for me it wasn’t too big of a surprise but woah, it played with the rankings so bad - especially since Jonghyun is 14 and Samuel is even lower???? (Could’ve been such a perfect line-up if they both got in too grr)

Let’s just try to support our boys in our own way and for their future activities as well as Wanna One (still hurting for Minhyun because he doesn’t even want to be in the group now that JR isn’t; my poor baby).

Love,

FAM Xx

So, @ttgg-hawks asked me to write down what Kaner said about Panarin in his WGN Radio interview, and I ended up transcribing pretty much the whole thing! Feel free to point out any mistakes guys, I tried to do my best but English is only my second language :)

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Patrick Kane: Even After Three Stanley Cups We’re Not Satisfied Yet

Have you ever had more fun on the ice playing hockey than you’ve had this year?

Patrick: Yeah it’s been pretty fun. I almost feel like I need my Russian passport now to go over there and play with my two line mates. It’s been fun playing with Panarin and Anisimov, those guys want to do so well it brings out the best in yourself too. So it’s been fun so far this year.

Have you taken time to realize you’ve gotten old enough to be someone’s big brother and your little brother happens to be the goofy Russian kid who never stops smiling and scoring goals?

I never thought it was the case there. I think for a long time I was the youngest player on the team, I think my first five years. Now as the years pass I feel like a big time veteran I guess.

You’re the old guy now, dude!

You know it’s not a bad thing, it’s a good change and I like it. Especially when the young guys coming in bring in so much energy, it makes you wanna play hockey even more. So it’s been a good fit.

There was a point the other day when you got your first regular season hat trick, and Panarin had a breakaway, he did a little drop pass to you to try to get it before you actually got it later in the game. And I thought, ‘this is going to be one of those times when Panarin pretends he can’t speak English when Q reads him the riot act when he gets back to the bench. But you guys seem to know where each other is gonna be on the ice all the time, where is that coming from?

I think we just kinda play a similar style of game, we’re very similar players to start with, except he’s on a left wing and a right hand shot and I’m on a right wing and a left-handed shot. When you yell at him enough to pass you the puck he gets that in his head. I think we’ve developed some good chemistry. Even though we might have good games, you know after we score or have a good shift we always tell each other not to be satisfied and not to be happy and try to continue to push for more, so it’s been fun.

Well he was in here and and he taught us a few dirty words in Russian. We know he’s been learning more and more English throughout the year but how you guys have been communicating? Because I’m a lot of games and I don’t see the interpreter skating behind him. 

He knows more English than he lets on to be honest with you, I think he just doesn’t wanna do the interviews after the games where’s scored goals, like you said. I think it’s really not that hard, I think you almost have to talk to him and not really spell out everything, but just be patient with him and after a while he’s been understanding and I think his English has definitely gotten better since the first day, I would say a lot better, and it’s still improving too.

A couple of words words you’ve used: “energy, chemistry, there’s obviously a lot of talent”. Does their presence– Panarin, Anisimov and some of the other guys, make you guys more dangerous as team than you even were last year?

Yeah I think in ways, for sure. Like I said after a while when you get all these changes to your line-up, sometimes you bring in these new guys and they have the energy and force to try to do things that we’ve done in the past and make sure they’re a part of something special too. It kind of pushes us forward makes us want to do it with the new group and keep getting better. It’s been great, it’s awesome, these young guys come up and they have such an impact on the game, they push a lot of us to even enjoy the game more, to have more fun around the locker room, to have more fun on the ice, it brings the most out of the other guys as well.

It’s been a year of streaks: your point streak, the winning streak. What’s it like going to the rink every day when you’re on a hot streak like that?

I think it’s the same every day, even when we’re winning nine times, eleven games on a row, I don’t think we thought about it too much. It was probably that game in Nashville where we knew if we reached twelve in a row we were gonna break the franchise record, that’s probably when it got into our head a little bit. And when you win that many games in a row, you play that well for so long, sometimes there can be a little bit of a downfall like there was in Tampa and Florida, then we came back with a big win against St. Louis at home the other night.

But the thing is, the streak that you were on that’s being in the zone for a long time. Baseball players talk about how the ball looks bigger, basketball players talk about the hoop looks bigger. Does the net get bigger, does the game slow down? What does it feel like?

Sometimes you feel lucky, I had a few games there where I got some lucky points at the end. I think when the media starts talking about it, I think it was around maybe fourteen, fifteen games when they started talking about the American record at eighteen games, you wanna make sure you’re able to reach that.

It was making Eddie’s (Olczyk) hair fall out, when you got close to his record it was making his hair fall out, that’s when he went to the guy.

Eddie’s been great about it, he’s one of those guys that told me about his record even a few years past and said that it would be awesome if it was something I could do, so it was great to do that.

How great is that?

And once you get past that you start thinking about the franchise record, and it’s just a lot of attention that you just want to keep building it, keep continuing that on.

Andrea say hi to Kaner.
Andrea: Hey Kaner, I know fans see your camaraderie on the ice, but off the ice it’s great to watch as well. So my question to you: I know you’ve taken Panarin to some of your favorite places, but has he taken you for tea at the Russian tea room yet? Tea’s very big with the Russians.

No, but I’ve seen them in the locker room every day, they kinda sit there for about ten or fifteen minutes with their tea and their legs crossed , the two of them just *guy starts laughing so I don’t know what Patrick said* in Russian. It’s pretty funny, sometimes I go over there and kind of joke around with them and cross my legs and I just kinda laugh, who knows what they’re talking about and who they’re making fun of on the team. It’s pretty interesting to watch.

*Tries to speak Russian* That means 'stop by for some tea’ in Russian.

Oh ok. I know one phrase it’s 'davai, davai’, which means 'let’s go, let’s go’.

I hope it means 'let’s go’.
Anisimov told us that last week.
The thing is when Panarin was here you know he was giving us words that were filthy. By the way *tries to speak more Russian*.

Ok.

When you scream 'puck’ does he know what you’re talking about?

Yeah I think he does, I just say 'pass to 88’ and he kinda figures it out.

And then he pretends he can’t hear you he just wants to shoot himself. Hey your first landlord in Chicago got some good news today, Stan Bowman’s contract was extended, no surprise. But I don’t know how many people realize, when you first came to town didn’t you live in his basement?

Yes, my first year I did. When I was eighteen years old, it was actually great, just to kind of get accumulated *he means acclimated* to the city and adjust to everything that the Blackhawks did and the way it was to be a professional hockey player. I really enjoyed my time there, it was fun spending time with his kids and his wife Sue, and they really took care of me when I was coming in from high school  and to the big league. I’ve got nothing but good things to say about Stan. He’s a guy that over the years with all the roster changes and different things we’ve had to make after Stanley Cup runs and long playoff runs, it seems like this team continues to win, he knows what he’s doing, he’s doing great things for the Blackhawks obviously, and congratulations to him.

It’s gotta be exciting to you to see him get an extension, Q gets the extension a couple of weeks ago, you and Tazer just in the first year of your new deal, Seabrook extended. You kind of have that confidence that these guys are gonna be around for a while, that you all are gonna be together and that you can keep this thing going.

I think it’s great, the more there is change the more things stay the same. It’s great for all of us, obviously we talk about that core group of guys that help lead our team on the ice, I think it’s the same thing off the ice for the organization too, you have those core guys, you wanna keep them around, you wanna keep them together because they’ve been successful and you know they’re not satisfied with what they’ve done. I think it’s great for the whole organization.

You’ve got your old buddy Steeger coming back with Carolina when the Hawks play Carolina tonight. If you do what everybody else does online and just reads the headlines, you’d think Steeger and Toews were having a fight, because Steeg said something about Toews being a big cry-baby. It’s just a joke, right?

Yeah I haven’t read that to be honest with you, I’m not sure exactly what he said, so I don’t wanna put any words in his mouth, but I’m sure coming from Steeger he’s joking around all the time.

He’s a knucklehead!

He likes to pick on guys and mess around, so I’m sure it’s nothing serious.

Of course not. We have a question from Cynthia Scott: 'any big adjustments needed since 3-on-3 came into the overtime, and do you prefer the old way or the new way?’

You know what the 3-on-3 is fun, it’s been a blast, I think it’s been one of the best changes that the NHL has made, a lot of open ice. I think sometimes I’ll be at home on tv watching hockey games and kinda looking around searching for a game that’s in overtime to watch that. I think the fans enjoy it, it’s exciting, it’s unpredictable what’s gonna happen, it’s been a great thing for the game.

And you are a captain for the All Star game coming up this weekend in Nashville, which is gonna be 3-on-3, what do you expect this weekend?

It’s a fun weekend. It’s a good way to celebrate the game, there’s really not that much to be tired about when you’re down there, it’s really a fun weekend.

But the 3-on-3 for the entire game, that’s a lot of skating. I mean Jaromir Jagr who I think is 79 years old asked people not to vote for him because he didn’t wanna skate that much.

Yeah, I mean it’s only a twenty minute game, I think there’s three different lines, it really won’t be that bad. I’m just excited I get to captain Tazer for once in my life, so it will be nice to boss him around a little bit.

Tell him where he’s gotta go. Well it’s great catching up with you man, congratulations on a just ridiculously good year. Stay healthy because there’s no end in sight. And one other thing Panarin taught us, I think this is clean *tries to speak Russian*. Which he said meant 'good luck’. I don’t know, I could have said anything to you, I apologize if I insulted you.

Yeah you know him as well as I do.

Don't be late

Pairing: Peter Parker x reader

Anon request: Could I have a Spider-Man (civil war) where Peter and the reader (best friends right now) get into an argument about something stupid and then the reader goes on the roof to like clear their mind and then Spider-Man pops up (reader doesn’t know) and they start talking and somewhere in their conversation the reader lets it slip that they like Peter, then later Peter comes over and tells the reader that he likes him? I know it’s confusing I’m sorry !!!❤️

Authors note: let me know if you guys want a part two.

“Ok so we’re all set for our movie marathon right?” I asked peter as we exited the school. Every Friday since I could remember we would have movie marathon at each other’s houses. Well up until four months ago. He’s been acting strange recently but I can’t put my finger on it.

“Yeah aunt May is actually going on a date so she’s more than happy that I’m going to be staying at your place tonight” I noticed Peter cringed at the thought of his aunt dating again.

“So is it Star Wars marathon or Star Trek ?”

“Oh Star Wars all the way ! ! ! ! Ok so I’ll be at your place at 8:00pm” he gives me a quick hug before we went our own ways.

*time skip peters pov*

“Alright aunt May I’ll see you tomorrow” I grabbed my stuff and made my way to the front door.

“Alright Peter don’t cause any trouble over there. You know y/n parents will tell me if you do” my aunt warned me.

“Alright bye” I shouted before leaving. I was half way towards y/n places when I got a phone call from tony stark

“hey mr. Stark what’s up”

“Hurry up and suit up. I need you here at the compound immediately”

“am I really needed I kind of have a thing to go to” I asked as I made sure no one was listening to the conversation.

“yes it is now hurry up and get here. You can get back to whatever you were going to do later.” With that he hung up the phone. I was debating whether or not to text y/n that I was going to be late but decided not to. I mean this thing isn’t going to last long. Right?

*Y/n pov*

It’s past midnight and Peter hasn’t shown up. He could of at least called to cancel instead of leaving me hanging. Lately I’ve been seeing less and less of him and it breaks my heart because I have such a big crush on him. Of course he doesn’t know but I was hoping he’d get the subtle hints I’ve been giving him. I was about to turn my lights off when I heard a tap on my window.

“Peter?” I opened my window.

“Hey sorry I’m late” Peter was trying to get in but I blocked him. “um let me in”

“No I’m not letting you in”

“Why, come on I’m getting cold” Peter tried again to get in but I blocked him.

“You said you’d be here at 8:00pm and its past midnight” I scolded him

“I was busy”

“You could of called to let me know”

“Who are you my mom” I noticed Peter was starting to get mad.

“No I’m your best friend who’s worried about you. I barely see you anymore what’s up with you” I tried to mask the pain in my voice.

“Nothing’s wrong with me now let me in”

“No, go find somewhere else to sleep” I closed the window and the curtain before falling asleep.

*peter’s pov*

Damnit I messed up big time, I’ve pushed away one of the closest people in my life. I knew I should of called to let her know. On top of that now I need to find somewhere else to sleep for the night. I called up the only person I could think of: tony stark.

“What’s up kid”

“Can I stay at the compound with you guys” I asked as I stared at y/n window before I made my way down the fire escape.

“I thought you had a thing” it sounded like he was eating something.

“I was too late and she doesn’t want to see me”

“Say no more come on over” he replied before hanging up.

*time skip*

I have been trying to contact y/n to apologize but all I got was her voicemail. Tony told me to let her cool off but I couldn’t, I hate the fact that I have to keep this secret from her. Even though tony did say I could tell her the truth I didn’t want to. I want her and my aunt to be safe, that’s why I’m keeping Spider-Man a secret from the both of them. It’s now Sunday evening and I’ve hit my breaking point, even though I don’t want y/n to know I’m Spider-Man. That doesn’t mean I can’t talk to as Spider-Man. It was 7:00pm when I arrived at her rooftop. I knew she was going to be there, whenever they was stressed she would go up here to think and I was right. There she was staring out at the city.

“Hello Ms. Are you alright” I asked causing her to turn around.

“Oh my gosh you’re Spider-Man, what are you doing here” y/n looked like she was going to pass out.

“I was just passing by when I noticed you were here all alone. What’s wrong?”

“It’s nothing don’t worry about” I noticed she was going to turn away when I placed my hand on her shoulder.

“You can talk to me about it, I’d like to help”

“It’s just” she was staring at the ground, she only stares at the ground when she’s about to cry. “I got into a stupid fight with my best friend.”

“What did he do” I tried to sound clueless to get situation.

“He’s just been MIA lately and I really miss him.” My heart was breaking seeing y/n beginning to cry. “And on Friday we were suppose to hang out but he totally bailed on me. I mean he did show up but it was past midnight when he did. It really sucks. I have the biggest crush no wait I’m in love with him. but it seams like he just wants to put an end on our friendship” she’s in love with me ! ? ! Oh god I’m really messed up big time.

“I’m so sorry to hear that, your friend is a jerk” I really was, y/n is the sweetest person I know and I caused her pain. I don’t deserve to be her crush.

“Yeah well I have to see them tomorrow at school so it’s going to be very hard to avoid him” without even thinking I pulled her into a hug.

“It’s going to be ok. I promise” I felt them hugging me back

“Thank you for listening to me” they whispered before letting me go.

“No problem” I let go but stayed in my place as I watched her leave.

*next day y/n pov*

After my little chat with Spider-Man last night I was feeling a little bit better. I mean I was still dreading school but to my surprise Peter didn’t even show. I was having a great day until I got home and noticed Peter was here.

“What are you doing here” I glared at him.

“Please let me explain” I noticed he was getting nervous.

“Explain what ! ! !” I yelled back

“What happened on Friday, listen I really didn’t want to tell you because I wanted to keep you safe”

“Safe? From what, what did you get yourself into Peter”

“The reason I’m always gone is because I’m Spider-Man” I didn’t know if he was serious or not.

“No you’re not”

“Yes I am, last night you had a conversation with him on the rooftop and-”

“Oh god I told you that I loved you” I felt like I was going to die. I never wanted him to find out.

“Yes but that’s the thing y/n I love you too. The reason I never told you was so I could keep you and my aunt safe” I looked up and saw panic in his eyes.

“So your aunt doesn’t know either?”

“No she doesn’t, she thinks I’m interning with mr. Stark but I’m really helping them-”

“The avengers” I cut him off

“Yeah them I’m really sorry I’ve been lying to you but I wanted to keep you safe” I watched as he cautiously hugged me.

“As far as excuses go for why you’ve been MIA. This isn’t the worst” I joked as I hugged him back.

“Do you forgive me?”

“Yes I forgive you” I replied, burying my face in his neck.

“Um can I take you out on a date this Friday” I noticed a hint of nervousness in his voice.

“Yes… Just don’t be late”

“Don’t worry I won’t mess it up this time.” I pulled away and kissed him gently on the lips.

“Do you want to watch a movie?” I asked as I broke the kiss.

“Yes” Peter replied, his eyes still closed from the kiss.

“Ok come on” I grabbed his hand and made our way to the living room.

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Ziam with number 6 "It wasn't supposed to happen like that"

#6- “It wasn’t supposed to happen like that”

(This is mainly for Denise @thotograph bc she made a heart wrenching au post that goes perfectly with this quote :) )


His eyes are locked on the blunt sitting on the table and he wonders how long it’s been there and if its stale by now because it’s probably been sitting there for a good week or two seeing as he hadn’t been anywhere between his bed and the studio for a while.

[MORE]

He’s reached over and grabbed the lighter, deciding observation enough wouldn’t prove his theory when his phone rings– buzzing on the couch beside him. He mumbles out a curse as he pats around the couch, his fingers curling around the phone. He’s really only half awake seeing as he’s got to get ready for a shoot for his album cover soon so the name on the screen doesn’t register until he blinks a few times.

And then he’s suddenly wide awake.

Liam’s name stares at him from his phone screen and he can hear his heartbeat in his ears.

He hasn’t talked to any of the boys for half a year other than goofing around two or three times on Twitter with Niall but none of them held the same intimate importance in his heart like Liam.

And to this day, that thought scares him.

It’s probably the tenth ring when he decides he’s going to answer the phone and when he does, he puts it on speaker because his hands are starting to shake a little bit from anxiety and he really wishes he would’ve gotten the chance to light up first.

It’s quiet for a second but then he hears a staticky “‘Llo?” And “Zayn?”

He swallows thickly, his mouth suddenly going dry.

“Liam,” He starts “’s me, yeah.” He says and he’s aiming for indifferent but by the way his hands are shaking, it’s probably going to be in his voice too in less that a minute.

“Zayn!” Liam says on the line and its slurred and happy.

He’s drunk.

“Zaaaaaayn! Zee!” Liam laughs and the background goes from sounding like a club scene to muted city traffic.

“Hey Li, you’re pissed aren’t you.” Zayn says with this awkward cut off chuckle. It’s easier to talk to Liam when he’s drunk. He’s not so careful and doesn’t over think what he’s going to say. But he misses the crease in between Liam’s eyebrows when he’s having a deep thought, he misses the way his lips would part slightly before closing again because he’s decided what he wants to say is wrong or could be better.

“I am.” Liam laughs, a sound that makes Zayn’s gut twist a bit. A lot. Liam’s laugh makes him nostalgic. “I miss you.”

Zayn really wishes he would’ve lit that blunt. Even if it was stale, he’d still be hazey enough not to be a fucking idiot and spill an entire load of bullshit to Liam.

“I miss you too L-” He starts but Liam’s slurred voice cuts him off.

“Don’t say you miss me too. Because you can call me. Fuck Z- you can text me.”

Zayn’s throat closes a bit with the sound of desperation in Liam’s voice and he knows what Liam’s saying its true but it’s not that simple.

“Liam, it’s not that simpl-”

“Don’t say it’s not that simple, it took me twenty seconds to pull up your contact. It would’ve been even faster to send you a text but I wanted to hear your voice, Zayn. I miss you and you left me.”

“Li-”

“I miss you so much and you fucking left me.”

“Liam, listen to me. You’re drunk.” Zayn says but it’s more like a plead. A “please don’t do this, I’m sorry”.

“I’m done listening, Zayn. You just up and left! You just left without saying bye to any of us- to me, Z. And it hurt. It hurts. So fucking Bad.”

“Liam, it wasn’t supposed to happen like that- I swear I wanted to go back and say goodbye to you guys but I couldn’t. I had-”

“You had to make sure Perrie was okay.” Liam spits and it’s so uncharacteristic of him. This isn’t Liam. This is who he made Liam. This is what his neglect made Liam.

“Liam.”

“How is she by the way? You’ve probably talked to her, haven’t you? She always came first, didn’t she?” He says and his accent is thicker, the alcohol and emotion probably making him feel more drunk than he already is.

“You know that’s not true.” Zayn says and it’s firm. “You were my best friend before I met her. You always came first to me, you know that.”

“Best friend.” Liam snorts, the connection making his voice sound staticky. “That’s what we’re calling it then.”

“You were always my best friend Liam-”

“Best friend’s don’t kiss each other, Zayn. Fuck- best friend’s don’t do any of things we’ve done, Zayn. You can’t say we’re just friends. Don’t say we’re just friends. After all the shit you’ve put me through- you can’t say that.” Liam says and fuck- he sounds close to tears and it hurts. It physically hurts because Zayn made him this way.

“Liam.” Is all he can say because he’s starting to feel out of breath, a pressure’s building up behind his eyes and his tongue suddenly feels too big for his mouth.

“We weren’t just friends, were we?” Liam asks and his voice breaks.

Zayn’s quiet and he doesn’t realize he’s crying until a tear drops on his couch, the droplet rolling down the leather and into a crack.

“No. We weren’t.” He finally says and he’s looking at the ceiling when he says it.

“I loved you. I still love you.” Liam says.

“Liam-”

“Remember that one time in Brazil when you and Harry were messing around with Brooklyn backstage?” Liam recalls and it’s such a change in topic that Zayn doesn’t have to time to really try and remember it. “You looked at me and I saw my entire fucking life with you right there, Z. I- I wanted everything with you. I would’ve given up anything to just be with you, Zayn. You could’ve asked me to leave with you and I would have. I would’ve done it because I love you.”

“Leave then! Come here! Stay with me. Liam, please.” Zayn says and he’s reached the breaking point, his voice loud and a hand in his hair.

The line’s quiet for a while and Zayn would’ve thought he’d hung up if it weren’t for the London city life in the background.

But Zayn kind of wishes Liam would’ve hung up after hearing him speak.

“I can’t. I’m gonna get over you.”

“Liam, I love you. Please just-”

“I’m sorry, Zayn but I can’t wait any longer for you to get your things together. I can’t be here when you need me but you not be there when I need you. I can’t allow myself to be stupid over you anymore. I’m sorry, Zayn, but I can’t.”

Zayn’s got a hand frozen in his hair and he’s too hurt to care that he’s not only going to be late for his shoot but it’s going to take some extra makeup to cover up the redness from crying on his face.

“I have to go. Lou’s probably wondering where I am.” Liam’s voice comes through and he sounds more sober than he has since the call started. Like saying this got a weight off his chest, like this was sobering. “Bye, Z.” He says and doesn’t say anything after that. He just hangs up. No I love you.

Zayn misses his shoot and somewhere in London Liam’s telling himself he can get over Zayn although he knows he can’t.

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Living With 5sos

(I got another suggestion for this one. If you guys have any suggestions for me don’t be afraid to send me them! No idea is a bad idea according to me!)

L: Guys lets uh rock um this…. Thing.

U: A little nervous there?

L: Psst no!

L: Okay maybe a little.

L: A lot. I’m really nervous.

U: It’s alright Luke. Everybody gets nervous for these things.

U: Come here.

L: Your hugs help me. Like a lot. You give the best hugs.

U: Well that’s what I’m here for. You guys may annoy the living shit out of me but I still love you guys.

L: I’m so glad you’re here.

U: Me too.

U: Uh Cal? Forgetting something?

C: Shit! My pants!

L: Now that’s a good example of nerves.

U: Shut up Luke.

U: Calum, did you find your pants?

C: No! I can’t find them anywhere!!

U: Calum. Calm down. Please. Deep breaths.

U: Now. Where’s the last place you remember having them?

C: The couch.

U: Here they are. Right where you left them.

C: Thanks y/n.

U: No problem Cal. Now just keep taking deeps breaths. Don’t get to worked up about it. You guys will do great.

U: Hey Ash. You okay?

A: Yes.

A: No. Please come back here.

U: Nerves?

A: Big time.

U: It’s alright Ash.

A: What if I mess up badly on stage?

U: Hey don’t think about the bad things that could happen. Think about the food things. Like how you guys are going to smash this performance. I know you are.

A: I hope you’re right.

U: I’m always right.

A: Haha yea. Okay.

U: Hey.

U: Where’s Michael?

L: Bathroom. I think he’s crying.

U: Hey Michael.

M: Hey y/n.

U: How are you feeling?

M: Terribly nervous. My emotions are mixing together.

U: Hey. Don’t worry. You guys will be great on stage. Just remember I’ll be back here the entire time.

M: I’m so glad you will be.

U: Me too.

U: Alright boys. It’s time. Everybody got their pants on?

C: Ha ha. Very funny.

U: At least it got you smiling.

L, C, M, A: *goes onto stage to get in places*

L: *stutters through solo*

C: *chokes up*

M: *misses a beat*

A: *drops drum stick*

L, C, M, A: *come off stage looking really sad*

L: We were terrible out there!! *starts crying*

C: We should’ve never came here!! *cries*

M, A: *starts crying with them*

U: Hey. So you messed up one show. Everybody makes mistakes. Nobody’s perfect. It was your first big performance on this award show. And it’s a big award show. Like the biggest there is. So don’t worry.

A: What if they thought we sucked so much they won’t invite us next year?

U: They’ll give you another chance. I promise. This was just a trial and error. I’m sorry guys. Come here. This deserves a group hug.

M: Your hugs are so comforting.

C: So calming.

A: They are the best.

U: You guys feeling better about this?

C: A little. You’re definitely helping though.

U: Hey, it’s what I’m here for.

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Hey I was wondering if could you go into detail about what it was like to meet Jared, I'm so happy for you btw ((If you don't want to I'd understand)) ps. I freaking love your cosplays, you're basically my inspiration for everything I do

OKAY I’M GOING TO USE THIS OPPORTUNITY TO GO INTO DETAIL ABOUT DALLAS CON AND JARED AND I IN GENERAL– INCLUDING COSPLAY THINGS AND MEETING HIM

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THE SKY & OUR DISTANCE

“I don’t cry because we’ve been separated by distance, and for a matter of years. Why? Because for as long as we share the same sky and breathe the same air, we’re still together.” - Donna Lynn Hope

“It is so hard to leave—until you leave. And then it is the easiest goddamned thing in the world.” - John Green, Paper Towns

“All of the emotions that hit people at times like these, all of them, were coursing through us both like a secret we couldn’t tell. Because if we said everything we were thinking and feeling right then…if we laid it all out for one another…we might not like the way the words strung together. Or the way fear and hope and bitterness and love mashed up into one big mess in the pits of our stomachs.”- Laura Anderson Kurk, Perfect Glass

“I felt like crying but nothing came out. it was just a sort of sad sickness, sick sad, when you can’t feel any worse. I think you know it. I think everybody knows it now and then. but I think I have known it pretty often, too often.” 
- Charles Bukowski, Tales of Ordinary Madness

TOUCH

This was requested by Georgia, an anonymous account. The request was to have Harry not want to be touched now I couldn’t decipher if this was in an inappropriate way or not. So I decided to take the PG way in writing this, as an idea popped into my mind. As always you can request a one shot idea in my ask box and I will try to get it done as soon as possible. Enjoy! :)


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I stretched myself out on the twin bed. I sighed in distress. This was getting out of hand. I looked across the room to the other twin bed holding my husband. It had been 2 years since we shared a bed, a kiss, a hug. After Harry’s sister died he isolated himself from everyone including me. Late at night he would cry himself to bed. Eventually he started sleeping on the couch. He never got a good night sleep so we settled on selling our king bed and bought two twins.

He shifted in his sleep, probably having another nightmare. I wanted so badly to hold him, to tell him everything was going to be alright. We had talked about getting a divorce. He didn’t want me to have to put up with him. I couldn’t do that though. I loved him too much to just let everything go. One day, I knew one day he’d come back to me. He would show some sign of affection.

“Babe.” I heard his groggy voice. Harry sat up in his bed looking at me. My heart did a little flip. I loved hearing him speak when he first woke up. His morning voice was one of my favorite things. When we first moved in together he’d wake me up every morning by singing to me. Harry had the most magical voice.

“Yes?”

“Can you … can you go make me some breakfast?” I sighed. I knew it would be something like that but a small part of me had hope that he would invite me into his twin bed and we could cuddle and laugh and talk about the silliest of things.

I slowly made my way out of bed and to the kitchen. I took eggs out of the fridge and began to make them.


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I opened the front door to the house. Dropping my pocketbook on chair and my keys on the key rack, I called out for Harry. No response. I was exhausted and I only wanted to curl up in a little ball, cuddle my pillow and fall asleep. Something was different though tonight. Harry wasn’t sat on the couch watching tv as usually.

I called his name again. No reply. I could briefly make out a noise. It sounded like crying. I approached the bedroom in which it was coming from. My eyes instantly went to Harry’s bed. He wasn’t there. Looking across the room I found him in my bed under the blankets crying.

“Harry…” I approached him. He stopped his sobbing. The blanket was removed and he looked up at me. His eyes were red and puffy and his face was wet from tears.

“I love you so much,” he said, his breathing scattered, “and I loved her so much. I’m a mess Babe, a big fat mess. Ever since she’s past I can’t think straight. We were so close. And now… now I’m losing you. Do you know how much I want to take you every night in my arms and fall asleep listening to your heavy breathing? I’m just so scared. I can’t bring myself to touch you. To hug you. To kiss you. I can’t bear it. Babe, I wanna die. I don’t wanna do this anymore.”

I looked down at the ground for a split second trying to phrase the right words together. Tell him that he can’t die. That I need him.

“Harry, in life everyone needs to take risks. Everyone needs to do things that are out of their comfort zone. You never hear anyone on there deathbed saying that they’re happy they didn’t take risks. You’re never going to get yourself anywhere in life if you don’t get out of your comfort zone. Of course, it’s difficult. No one said it was easy. You have to try. Something small. You deserve a full life and you know your sister would want you to be happy.”

His eyes were tearing up again. I could see it. I bit my bottom lip waiting for his next move. Slowly, his hand moved. It moved in the direction of mine. My eyes widened and my heart sped up. His shaking hand slowly grazed mine, then grabbed it. Our fingers intertwined. His breath was shaky and his eyes met mine.

“It’s okay, Harry.” I assured him. I sat down on the bed next to him and he looked down at our hands together. He was not crying. There was no emotion. Maybe there was, but I couldn’t see it in his face. He squeezed my hand three times. I could feel my eyes tearing up.

When Harry and I went on a date one time we were walking through the fair holding hands and I squeezed his hand three times.

‘What does that mean?’ He asked.

'I love you.’ He then smiled and squeezed my hand back three times reciprocating the feeling.

He remembered. He remembered our date. I knew that the old Harry was still there. Hidden beneath the depression there was a light. A small light that was waiting to be discovered. Waiting to be unburied. That small light held so much. It held hope, happiness, love; it held a brighter future.

I squeezed back. Three times. His eyes moved from our hands to my eyes. They stayed there for what felt like hours. His hand removed itself from mine. He took a deep breath. His eyes still remained on mine. His arm came out of the covers and before my mind could comprehend what was happening, his arms wrapped around my body. His head rested on my shoulder.

One my mind caught up with his actions my arms wrapped around him, holding him tight. I could feel wetness on my shoulder, evidence that he was crying again. I soon followed. My eyes carrying out the action that his were doing. As tears spilled down my face onto him, his hold on me tightened.

This was how it felt to be loved. This was what I’d been yearning for the past two years. He was all I wanted and now I had him.

“I love you. I love you, I love you, I love you.” He mumbled over and over again. Each time gaining more feeling. It was like a car. His engine was starting up again. Slowly, but it was moving.

“Harry.” He pulled away putting his hands on my shoulders. Looking me in the eyes he did something I had only seen in my dreams. He smiled. His lips curved up, his mouth gradually opening showing his teeth, making his smile bigger and finally reaching his breathtaking dimples.

It was like the sun came out. It peaked out after the big storm. It was a contagious feeling. A smile made its way onto my face as we smiled at each other, for each other because all that matter right now was each other.

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I hope you enjoyed that. It made me a bit emotional writing it. As said before you can put a request in my ask box for more one shots. Go read my other ones!