aw yeah so excited for this week

Jason and Annabeth

Here’s the first set!

- They start a club to fight the idea that blonds are dumb because they have both dealt with that.

- Annabeth wanted to call it “The Association Of Blond Demigods Who Are Strongly Opposed To The Stereotype That Says That Blonds Are Stupid” but Jason refuted the idea because, “Even TAOBDWASOTTSTSTBAS is a mouthful, Annabeth.”

- They eventually decide on “Blonds for Blonds” or BFB.

- They tried recruiting Will, but he refused.

- They have meetings basically whenever one of them is feeling annoyed about stereotypes or (more commonly) when its a good opportunity to bug Percy or Piper.

- Percy and Piper made a “We are in relationships with dorks” club to retaliate.

- They succeed in recruiting Nico.

- That causes Will to join BFB.

- It turns into a recruiting war between the two clubs. Percy and Piper are sure they are gonna win because they aren’t limited by their recruits’ hair color, but end up losing by a landslide because they can’t give a real purpose for the club other than “cuz why not”.

- Jason and Annabeth never let them forget it.

- Both Jason and Annabeth like to wake up early to work because they find it easier to think when the world is quiet.

- (They don’t forfeit the sleep though. Jason heads back to his cabin to sleep for at least three more hours after he’s done working and Annabeth falls asleep by nine most nights.)

- They discovered that they had the same habit on the Argo II when they both woke up early to study battle plans in the mess hall.

- Once they are back at camp, they agree to have breakfast and work together in the Dining Pavilion. Annabeth brings her architectural plans for Olympus and Jason brings his Pontifex Maximus work.

- They work about half the time and ignore their work completely to talk the other half of the time.

- Jason asks Annabeth for help designing the monuments to the gods that he’s building. She immediately agrees.

- Between listening to her talk and going over the plans with her, Jason begins to understand the basics of architecture, and with Annabeth’s help, he becomes good enough at it to make the designs on his own.

- When the Shrine to Hecate that Jason designed on his own is finally standing at Camp Jupiter, no one is prouder then Annabeth.

- Jason never submits a blueprint to Chrion or the Senate without Annabeth’s approval first.

- They share stories with each other about their childhoods at the different camps.

- Jason tells her about the pressure he felt to be perfect from the first moment he entered Camp Jupiter and Annabeth tells him about how at age seven she realized how awful the world could be.

- They teach sword fighting classes together, and have a running contest to see who can casually intimidate the younger campers the best.

- For example: “Pay attention this is a difficult move.” “Yeah, I had such a hard time learning this move that I almost wished that I was training with the wolves again.” “I struggled too! It took me about four months to perfect it. In fact, I officially mastered it about a week before my eighth birthday and I was so excited.” “It’s a handy move; it saved my life when I was slaying the titan defending Kronos’s throne.” “Thanks for doing that by the way. It would have been interesting to see how Kronos survived after I helped destroyed him if his throne had still been standing.”

- (The campers leave the class in awe and with goals to be as powerful as their instructors.)

- They have a huge list of inside joke that make no sense whatsoever. Like someone will say they are in the mood for tacos and they will smile at each other and say “Upside down tacos?” at the same time and die of laughter.

- (Percy and Piper seriously consider reopening the “We are in Relationships with Dorks” club.)

- They have a deal that they will write detailed accounts of anything interesting that happens while they aren’t near each other and give them to each other when they do meet up. They both end up with a boxful of letters.

- For Christmas, they both get each other beautiful boxes to hold the letters.

- Someone once asked Annabeth if Jason was her brother, and she smiled and said “I wish.”

- When Jason was asked if Annabeth was his sister, and he smiled and said, “In all but blood.”

BabyDaddy!Cal Pt.13

A/N: Helloooo. Writing this chapter was a breeze, plus I wrote the next chapter ages ago so the quicker you get this to 100, the sooner you can get it. Chapter 14 is wild, it’s a whole lot of drama that goes down(what a lot of you have been waiting for). Anyway, as always get to 100 notes and feedback is welcome. I hope you cuties enjoy💕

This is kinda long, but I know y'all don’t mind.

**WARNINGS**: Smut since its highly requested lol


Parts: one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten, eleven, twelve,thirteen, fourteen, fifteen, sixteen, seventeen, eighteen, nineteen, twenty{END}


“Mom is throwing you a baby shower.”

“Seriously?”

“Yeah, she’s really excited.” Calum would laugh, remembering how his mother had been excitedly rambling nonstop about hosting a baby shower in her home.

“Your mom’s so sweet, I love her. ”

“She’s loves you more than me. I don’t know why, you’re pretty awful.”

You’d smack your lips as you said,“Whatever.”

“Do I take this left?”

“Yeah. It’s gonna be the complex on the right.”

With being seven months pregnant, Calum had decided that now would be the best time for you to go apartment hunting. You had been searching for nearly two weeks and although you were satisfied with nearly every complex Calum always had something that he didn’t deem “perfect” enough for you. The view wasn’t pretty enough, the rooms were too small, there wasn’t enough kitchen space, the downstairs gym wasn’t big enough. Out of all seven of the complexes, none of them were just right for the three of you.

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anonymous asked:

Peter gets deaged and seny back to earth by wellmeaning being but It forgets to erase hod memories. Tony and hus team finds him after CW and Peter tries to get their help but nobody believes that he is a man from space. Tony takes care of him and Peter falls in love. Tony gets suprise of his life when there kid he is fond of turns out to be handsome spaceman.

“What the hell.” says Tony when he is back at his tower and sees a kid sitting on his couch.

“No swearing in front of the kid.” says Pepper and she looks at Tony, who promptly blushes.

“What is he doing here?” whispers Tony towards Pepper and the boy looks at him.

“I can hear you!” says the boy and Tony frowns at him.

“Okay what are you doing in my tower? How did you get in here?” asks Tony and the boy stands up. He looks like he is maybe 6 years old.

“P-picked your lock! Was easy.” says the boy and he smiles.

“What the…” Tony begins again, but Pepper coughs. So he stops.

“He says his name is Peter, he is actually 30 years old and from space.” says Pepper smiling and then she stands up. Tony looks back at her. She wears new shoes. Means she bought them from his money. Tony smiles a bit.

Then he heard what she said.

“I have one question.” says Tony then and he hears Pepper leaving. Rhodey isn’t even at the Tower yet and Vision is in search of Wanda. So its only him.

“Yeah?” asks Peter and smiles up at him.

“Are you crazy or am i?”

*

“So lets talk about that again? Your name is Starlord - which is the coolest name i know alright - and you have a spaceship and are a superhero in space?” asks Tony a while later, when they sit on the kitchen table.

“Yeah. I-i need to get home and i know you are really clever so please?” asks Peter and he pouts a bit. He looks like a sweet child. Tony smiles.

“Okay okay. Do you think you can draw me your team? While i work on something?” asks Tony then and gives Peter paper and a few crayons.

Those are Steve’s but he doesn’t care. Tony sits down again and starts searching for any hint about Peters parents. But he and friday can’t find anything.

“Tony, Tony look!” says Peter when he finished the drawing of Rocket, Gamora, Groot and Drax. Tony looks up at him and smiles.

“Aw that looks really cool, Peter.” says Tony and smiles down at him. For a moment Peter frowns, because he understands now that Tony doesn’t believe him either.

He sighs.

“Do you want to hang it on the fridge?” says Tony and Peter shrugs.

“Come on. It will be fun and you can tell me all about your superheros. I’ll listen i promise!” says Tony and his voice is a bit lighter.

He picks Peter up, lets him hang the picture up and smiles.

Peter wants to roll his eyes but he smiles, because Tony looks so excited.

“That’s Gamora…” he starts.

*

“Tony?” whispers Peter because he dreamed of aliens again and he is so tired. Two weeks, he is here for two weeks and … Tony still thinks he is a kid.

But he is so wonderful with him.

“Yeah?” Tony croaks and the arc reactor is the only light in the room.

“I’m sorry.” whispers Peter back and he is embarrassed. But Tony sits up and smiles down at him.

“Aw kiddo. Come here.” says Tony and helps Peter on the bed.

“Wanna tell me about your bad dream or do you wanna hear another story from me?” asks Tony and cuddles Peter.

“Story!” says Peter excited, because he enjoys this too much.

“Alright. Once upon a time there was a really brave boy named Peter and he was also known as Starlord…”

*

“Tony!” shrieks Peter when Tony tickles him. He even kicks, but Tony is a lot of stronger than he is a the moment.

“Thats what you get, when you eat the last of my ice-cream, mister!” says Tony and Peter laughs even harder.

“Stop!” says Peter and Tony looks down at him.

“Please never grow up, Peter.” says Tony then and he looks so sad that Peter knows what he thinks.

Don’t leave me, too.

*

“Of course i will keep him.” says Tony to Pepper. Peter sits outside of the door and eavesdrops.

“You don’t know that kid. You can’t just keep him.” says Pepper and she sounds not angry but distraught.

“He has no home, okay? And he is so smart for his age and has such a good heart… i don’t want him to be in an orphanage.” answers Tony and he sounds so exhausted.

“Just don’t hurt yourself you hear me?” says Pepper fondly and Peter sighs. He wants to go back to his guardians…but he can’t leave Tony.

*

“Tony!” says Peter and he is so happy. Oh god.

“What? Leave me alone squirt.” grumbles Tony who is deep asleep on the couch. Its exactly one month after the accident and Peter is finally big again.

“Look!” says Peter and this time Tony rolls onto his stomach.

“Munchkin i already told you…” starts Tony and then looks up.

“Tada.” says Peter and now he blushes. Tony sits up.

“You said the truth.” begins Tony and Peter nods. It takes two seconds and then Tony looks so heartbroken.

“Hey! No i won’t leave you.” says Peter and takes Tonys hand in his.

He will take Tony with him. Away from everybody who could hurt him.

despite this awful hurricane blowing through my area, i am really excited for what comes afterwards. once this whole thing is gone i’m finally moving out of home! granted im only moving about ten minutes away, but it’s still so nice to think about like…getting away from this nasty place and stuff. there are a lot of bad memories at my house and living with my mom is utter hell so rn im just like, hell yeah, moving in with a friend in a few weeks, so hype

Fools II Jaspar fanfiction

The tale of how Caspar Lee fell in love with Joe Sugg, told by Joshua Pieters.

Disclaimer: Nothing here belongs to me and obviously none of this is true. All events depicted here are purely fictional.

A/N: Yo this bitch got inspired and started yet another story… this doesn’t mean my other stories will be abandoned

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“I am so blessed I get to call you mine.” (Grayson)

Requested by anonymous: “Could u do one wear is all grayson’s P.O.V at you wedding like how he feels before the wedding how he reacts when u walk down the Isle and some other cute stuff and it being on social media and fans go nuts plz”

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*Grayson’s P.O.V*

Being in the social media limelight, a lot, if not most, of what I did was shared with my fans. As soon as I broke the news to them about (Y/N) and I dating, they were more than happy, and went absolutely crazy when I shared the news of our engagement. 

It’s been about seven months since I proposed to (Y/N), and it was finally the day that we had both been looking forward to.

It was finally our wedding day.

I hadn’t seen (Y/N) in two days, because of the whole “you’re not supposed to see the bride the night before the wedding” and whatnot, so I was glad that I was finally going to be able to see her again.

“Hey, Gray. You almost ready?” Ethan asked as he came into the dressing room. As best man, he had been here with me all morning, helping me settle my nerves. I was a nervous wreck. I was sweating terribly, and I couldn’t stop shaking.

“Yeah, just about.” I said as I straightened my tie. “Do I look okay?” I asked..

“You look fine. And even if you didn’t (Y/N) would still love you anyway. C’mon, it’s almost time. Everything is gonna be fine, and it’s all going to run smoothly. Before you know it, you and (Y/N) are going to be married, and everything it gonna be good.” Ethan said as he pat me on the shoulder. 

“Thanks man. For everything. I really appreciate it.” I said as we hugged.

“That’s what brother’s are for. Now, c’mon. You have a bride to marry.” He said with a laugh. I smiled as I threw on my jacket and my I walked down to the altar and stood there awkwardly as I waited for everything to start. I looked out at the pews, seeing all my friends, my family, (Y/N)’s friends and family. It felt nice to know that all these amazing people are here sharing this moment with us. Just then, all the groomsmen and bridesmaids walked down the aisle. As they all took their places, the wedding march started to play, and I felt my heart start to race and butterflies fluttered in my stomach. The large wooden doors opened and (Y/N) appeared, her arm linked with her father’s, her bouquet of roses in the other hand. As soon as I caught glimpse of her, I felt the tears start to fall. She was so beautiful, and I couldn’t believe that I was moments closer to being hers forever.

As her and her father made it up to the altar, I took her hand in mine and we exchanged a quick smile. She handed her flowers to her maid of honor and took my other hand in hers. The minister started the ceremony and my heartbeat had finally settled as I was getting closer and closer to marrying the girl of my dreams.

“Now, I understand that you two have something you would like to say to each other before the presentation of the rings.” The minister said. We both nodded.

“Ladies first.” I said. (Y/N) smiled and cleared her throat.

“Grayson, where do I even begin. I can’t believe that we’re finally doing this. I remember when we first met, how relentless you were to get my attention. Now, here we are, after six years of dating and we’re finally getting married. You make me happy beyond words, and I’m so glad that we have each other. I wouldn’t want this with anyone else in the world. I love you so much baby. I can’t wait to see what the future holds for us.” (Y/N) said, wiping her tears, making sure she didn’t smear her makeup.

“Grayson?” The minister said, motioning to me.

“I actually sat down and wrote all I wanted to say, one afternoon, and after I did that, it filled like three notebook pages, and I don’t think anyone wants to hear me read all that, so I’ll just say the important parts.” I began, “(Y/N), baby. You mean the absolute world to me, and I am so blessed that I get to call you mine. Every day when I wake up with you by my side, I know that I couldn’t be happier with anyone else. I wouldn’t want to live this life with anyone else. You make me so happy, and I still can’t believe you agreed to date little annoying ol’ me, all those years ago. But, nonetheless, I’m so glad that you’re mine, and I absolutely cannot wait to start our futures together.” I said. (Y/N) smiled wide at me, and I felt as though I’ve never been as in love with her than I was at that moment. 

The minister continued on with the vows and we finally got to the ring exchange.

“Grayson Bailey Dolan, do you take (Y//N) to be your lawfully wedded wife?” He asked.

“I do.” I said, a feeling of relief fall over me as I slipped (Y/N)’s ring on her finger..

“(Y/F/N), do you take Grayson to be your lawfully wedded husband?” He asked.

“I do.” (Y/N) said, smiling at me, slipping the ring onto my finger.

“By the power vested in me by the state of (your home state), I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may now kiss the bride.” The minister said.

“Finally.” I laughed. I took (Y/N)’s face in my hands and kissed her, cheers and camera flashes surrounding us.

“I love you.” She said when I pulled away.

“I love you too baby.” I said, kissing her again.

“Ladies and gentlemen, I present to you, mister and misses Grayson Bailey Dolan.” The minister said. We walked down the aisle and out to the front of the church, where our photographer took pictures of us, and our bridal party. Afterwards, we hopped into the limo and made our way to the reception.

At the reception, many toasts were given, and everyone had a good time, dancing and enjoying themselves. After the reception, (Y/N) and I were whisked off to the airport to head off on our honeymoon. We were off to the Bahamas for the week, and I was so excited to finally be alone with (Y/N). 

“Have you seen any pictures yet?” She asked as we sat on the plane, waiting for it to take off. I nodded.

“Yeah, so many people have been sending them to me. Oh look, here’s another. My mom just sent me one.” I said. It was a picture of (Y/N) and I as we shared our first kiss as newly weds.

“Awe, that’s a cute one.” She said.

“I’m gonna post it on instagram.” I said. She nodded and I went ahead and posted it. “I captioned it “Well, we did a thing.” with the diamond ring emoji. Give it a few minutes and we’ll see how everyone reacts.” I laughed. She smiled at me and laid her head on my shoulder. 

“I love you Grayson. I know it’s been said a million times already today, but I really do love you. I’m so glad that we’ve been on this journey together for the past seven years, and I absolutely cannot wait to see where this road takes us.” She said. I looked down at her and kissed her softly.

“I love you too (Y/N). I couldn’t imagine myself doing this with anyone other than you. I am so glad that I have such a great girl by my side through this all.” I said. Just then, my phone buzzed on the tray table, and Ethan’s name flashed across the screen.

“BRO TWITTER IS BLOWING UP RIGHT NOW.” His text read. I laughed and opened up twitter. I read through my timeline and saw nothing but kind words.

GRAYSON AND (Y/N) ARE FINALLY MARRIED IM SCREAMING.”

“I’M SO HAPPY THEY’RE FINALLY MARRIED WE’VE BEEN WAITING FOREVER FOR THIS DAY.”

“MR AND MRS GRAYSON DOLAN ARE SO CUTE, IM SO HAPPY THEY’RE FINALLY MARRIED”

Well, it seems like everyone is taking this nicely.” I laughed, showing (Y/N) my twitter.

“Oh my goodness.” She laughed as she looked through the tweets. “Your fans are so sweet, oh my god.” She said.

“If they’re like this over a picture, I can only imagine what they’re gonna be like when we post the wedding video.” I said. We continued looking through tweets until our flight took off. We talked for a while, once we were in the air, but we both fell asleep shortly into the flight.

I see you

Being in a long distance relationship is always hard especially when you’re dating a celebrity especially when that celebrity is Jay Park. You lived in Australia and Jay was always travelling due to work. At times, he would have traveled to 3 different countries within a week. Like last week, he performed in Thailand then flew to Hong Kong to shoot a music video then back to Seattle for some family time all within a week. You always admired his work ethic - always hard working. But he would always manage to find time to speak to his family and you. 

Jay: Hey babe, it’s me. How are you?

You: Hey. It’s 8am and I just woke up. Are you still in Seattle?

Jay: Oh sorry, I woke you up. No, I’m not. Currently at the airport and I’m waiting for my flight back to Seoul. 

You: Oh I thought the flight was tomorrow and how’s your family?

Jay: You live in Australia so you’re like living 2 years into the future *laughs*  My family is doing alright. Mum was asking when she can meet you in person and I said soon. 

You: Psh whatever and I can’t wait to meet her. Sick of having to speak to her through Facetime. The net always screws up so the video usually cuts out. 

Jay: Yeah that happens to us too. Fucking Facetime. 

You: Have you eaten yet? Remember to eat babe. You’re always working and forgetting to eat. Like who forgets to eat. Seriously. And drink water as well! 

Jay: Yes, yes miss.  I bought a croissant and coffee at the airport so I’m all good.

You: Good boy. Hey, I can’t wait to see in 2 weeks. I made a list of all the things that we’re going to do in Sydney!

Jay: I seriously can’t fucking wait babe. Is the Harbour Bridge Walk on the list?

You:  Yep! I confirmed our booking yesterday. Ahh can’t wait. I’m so excited!

Jay: Cool. Hey babe, I gotta go now. The boarding gates have opened.

You: Aw okay. Safe flight and  I’ll see you in two weeks. Love you.

Jay: Love you too. Mwah. 

2 weeks later

You: The weather right now is kinda chilly so bring a jumper or jacket.

Jay: Okay. Remember to pick me up aye. 

You: *laughs* I only forgot once and it wasn’t entirely my fault. You sir didn’t give me the correct arrival time. 

Jay: Yeah yeah, kinda my fault I guess. I’ll be wearing mostly white so look out for me. I don’t wanna look like a fucking loser when I arrive at the gates. Looking like a lost puppy or some shit.

You:  Oh Jay. I’ll be there early then and I’ll be wearing your denim jacket. 

Jay: Oh fuck. I’ve been looking for that jacket. Forgot you packed it into your bag when you left Korea. I’ll be taking it back missy.

You: Yeah, I don’t think so. It’s mine now thanks. 

Waiting for Jay at the airport

You arrived at the gates super early so that Jay wouldn’t come out looking like a lost puppy. He would otherwise never let you forget it. You  saw on the board that his flight had landed so he will be coming out the gates soon. But you thought, why not prank Jay and let him think you had arrived late. 

Just as you saw him you went and hid behind a group of tourists. You saw him looking around for you. You could see him swearing under his breath. As the group of tourists walked off (Jay probably waited for 10 minutes) Jay saw you. 

You: I see youuuuuu. 

You knew he was going to say “you fucking didn’t” really loud but then covered his mouth quickly. 

Please let me know what you think of this. It’s my first time writing these things so any feedback is good :) 

snoozingcat  asked:

crappy day prompt: i've been sick for the past week, so... a little stevetony where they use avengers-themed bandaids for some reason? thanks for doing these!

aw sick no :( 

you’re welcome! i hope it helps a little

“Dad got hurt?” Peter says, big brown eyes wide with concern.

“Yeah, buddy,” Tony says, giving his hand a reassuring squeeze. “He got scraped up pretty good today. He’s okay though, he just needs some Band-Aids. Do you wanna help him out?”

“Yeah!” Peter exclaims, face brightening with excitement. “I have some that will make him feel better!”

Tony smiles. “Why don’t you go get them?”

Peter’s off like a shot before he can suggest anything else.

Tony heads over to the couch, where Steve is sitting inspecting the series of mild scrapes decorating his arms. He looks up at Tony’s approach and smiles. “Hey.”

“Back at you,” Tony replies and bends down to get a kiss. “Told Pete you got a little roughed up.”

Steve sighs. “It’s really not bad.”

“Well, he’ll feel even less bad after he fixes you up.”

Tiny feet come pounding out from the bedroom.

“Speak of the devil.”

Steve raises his eyebrows, but his expression melts into a smile when Peter leaps onto the cushion between them, the first aid kit from his bathroom clutched in one hand. “Daddy!”

“Pete!” Steve echoes and wraps him up in his arms, kissing Peter’s face and neck until he’s giggling wildly. “What did you bring me?” he asks.

“Band-Aids!” Peter squeaks enthusiastically, and since they don’t seem inclined to let go of one another, Tony does them the favor of opening up the kit and getting out the box of Band-Aids. They’re Avengers themed. Tony hides his grin behind his fist.

“I’m going to make you feel all better, Daddy,” Peter says seriously.

“Thank you,” Steve tells him.

Peter wriggles back in his grip enough that he can get a good look at Steve, and when he spots one of the scrapes, he reaches for a Band-Aid. Tony has helpfully extracted it from the wrapping and Peter clutches it carefully. He bends forward and plants a big kiss on the first scrape. Then, with all the concentration he can muster, he puts the Band-Aid over it.

Tony’s heart bursts in his chest.

“Daddy, what did you do,” Peter asks after he kisses and applies the Band-Aid to the fourth scrape. It’s a Falcon one.

“I fell down a lot,” Steve says.

Peter gives him a very exasperated look. “You should be more careful, Daddy.”

“That’s what I told him,” Tony says and bites down on a grin at the wry look Steve shoots him over Peter’s head.

Five minutes later, Peter kisses the last scrape and sticks a Thor Band-Aid over it triumphantly. “There, Daddy. All better!”

“You’re right,” Steve says, smiling warmly, “I feel much better.”

Tony pulls up the back of Peter’s shirt and blows a raspberry in the middle of his spine. Peter shrieks with laughter. “See, told you he was okay, Squirt.”

“But now he’s more okay.”

“Thanks to you,” Steve says and kisses his nose. He’s got cartoon pictures of the Avengers scattered across both arms and Tony can honestly say he’s never looked better.

Break Up and Make Up (S.W)

Request: Can you make an imagine where sammy and Y/N broke up and she starts getting jealous of Stassie and all those girls he hangs out with and they go to Puerto Rico with the squad and he gets jealous of the boys that flirt with her, and they have a huge fight that leads to a heated make out😁

Y/N POV

“Well you know what? Fuck you Samuel!” I scream at the top of my lungs, throwing my hands in the air, frustrated with the whole entire argument. I couldn’t even remember what it was about.

“Piss off, (Y/N). God you’re such a fucking bitch. Why the hell am I even dating you?” He spat out in a burst of anger. After he said it though, his face began to soften. “Fuck.. (Y/N), I-I didn’t mean it..” he mumbled, and I rolled my eyes.

“What the fuck ever.” I groaned. I grabbed my purse and opened the door. “Guess we’re over then, asshole.” I stepped out of his house and slammed the door shut.

A few days past after Sam and I’s break up. Everyone knew about it, because the next day, he was all up on every girl he could see. So much for giving a shit about me. I was currently at the club with my best-friend, Anna and the rest of the Crew. Of course Sammy was here, but he was all up on Stassie and her friend. I slowly sipped my drink as I watched them grind on one another.

“(Y/N), are you jealous?” Anna asked me, and I looked over at her. I scoffed, and took a swig of my beer, shaking my head.

“Nah..” I mumbled, but in all actuallity, I was. It should be me over there with him on the dance floor. He should be grinding on me, instead of that fucking whore. We should be getting wasted off our asses together, not fighting. But I guess this is just how life works.

Gilinsky and Johnson shook their heads, because they knew that I was lying. They could read me like an open book. “Hey (Y/N)?” G asked and my head shot up. I nodded towards him so that he could continue speaking. “The boys and I were wondering if you would like to come to Puerto Rico with us.” He scratched the back of his neck awkwardly, as if he was afraid of my answer.

I nodded my head again, a grin beginning to curl up on my lips. “Hell yeah I’ll come to Puerto Rico with you guys! That sounds like so much fucking fun!” I squealed in excitement, and slowly the radiaiting jealousy began to vanish.

A week later, and we were in Puerto Rico. The plane ride was God-Awful, because I had to sit next to Sammy the whole way. All he did was talk about Stassie and her friend. It was “Stassie this,” and “Stassie that”. It was such an annoyance and I wanted to hit him.

We had gotten a large condo at a Resort in Puerto Rico. There were 4 bedrooms in the place. G, Johnson, and Nate got 3 of the bedrooms, while Swazz was staying out in the living room on the pull out couch. Who had the fourth bedroom? That’s right, Sammy and I.

I hauled my bags into my side of the bedroom, with Sammy on my tail. He didn’t even bother helping me, what a dick.

“Hey, (Y/N), did you need help unpacking?” Nate says as his head pops in. I smile at him and shake my head.

“Nah, I’m actually gonna try and find my bikini so that I can hit the pool.” He nods his head and then allows himself to come into the room.

“Well once you find it, maybe you and I could go swimming?” He suggests, and adds a suggestive tone to it. “I wouldn’t mind spending time with you and your pretty face.” I giggled quietly, and just nodded my head.

“Sure Nate, we can go to the pool.” He grins and sends a wink my way, before exiting my room.

Sammy, who had just watched the whole encounter, scoffs at my actions. “Whore.” He mumbled under his breath, and I looked at him.

“Excuse me?” I asked, my attititude becoming present.

“We broke up like two weeks ago, and you’re already going after my friends. You’re such a whore. A homie-hopper.”

I groan loudly, rolling my eyes at his stupidness. “Sorry that I can’t move on? You moved on like the next day, so just get over it Sammy! I’m not yours anymore! You can’t control me.” I mumbled.

“Well what if I didn’t want it to be over?” He yells, and I look at him confused. It was him who basically said he didn’t want us to date anymore.

“Wha-” I began to say, and then I was cut off by his lips meeting mine. They were attacking me with hunger, and his arms slid around my waist. His hands gripped my ass tightly, and its like his lips were devouring me.

I, of course, reciprocated his actions. I moved my arms around his neck, and my finger slipped into his hair, tugging in places. He moaned into my mouth, and he slowly bit my lip before pulling away.

“I fucking love you (Y/N), can’t you see that?” He asked, looking me deep in the eyes.

“I fucking love you too Samuel.”

A/N: Wow, so I actually like this one too. I hope you guys do. Keep requesting! I love you all.

ticktocktober replied to your post: [[MOR] hey is there a way to tell people “yeah i…

well, the *way* you say ‘i’m busy and tired’ can help a lot and remove the sting. the key is to be really wamr and affectionate and say something like ‘aw man, i would LOVE to!! but i got this thing i HAVE to get done or ELSE’ or 'but i’m SO tired after this ROUGH day, can we do something tomorrow/next week??’ and pretend to be really excited abt future, preferably non-specific plans.

shit……..this is some good social hacking. thanks my dude, that’s actually rly helpful ahaha 

anonymous asked:

I am SO excited to see all of this beauty and the beast stuff! That movie happens to be one of my favorites! I've only seen two of your drawings, but you add so much uniqueness to this tale as old as time. *ba dum tss!*

Yeah, me too! I really enjoyed the movie as a kid, so I am excited to see a resurgence of Beauty and the Beast in my life! Aw, thank you so much! I have been slowly morphing into Beauty and the Beast trash over the past week, haha! <3 

(doodle from ma tweeter)

Title: Save Me, Call Me Baby

Author: winezarry

Pairing: Zayn Malik/Harry Styles

Summary:

“Your boy’s passed out,” Louis says upon entering the kitchen. He’s got a smug smile on his face, arms folded across his scrawny chest.
“Kay,” Zayn shrugs, pouring two glasses of water.
“Come on, Zaynie. What was that back there?”
Zayn doesn’t even protest the God-awful nickname. “Nothing, just. We talked about that.” His shoulders tense automatically. They hadn’treally, but boundaries do exist. Which clearly, Harry has no problem invading. God, Zayn doesn’t even like him, doesn’t even know why Harry agreed to pretend to be Zayn’s boyfriend for the week.
“Talked about him wanting to fuck in front of others?” Louis laughs a bit in disbelief.
“S’different with him,” Zayn defends.
“Well yeah, he’s your boyfriend. If you don’t like him as much as he likes you, tell him.”

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save the trees.

a little something about environmental activist emma swan and sweet puppy killian jones who just wants to help her out ~ a college au

The first day she sets up the stand it’s orientation week and not a single person comes up to her, let alone takes a flyer or signs her petition. She thinks it could be partly because the clubs set up around her are playing loud music and shouting about parties with free beer, or it could be because no one gives a damn about the environment. If she’s being honest with herself, it’s definitely the latter. 

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ok so when peoples dogs run off why do they shout at them angrily?! like menacingly shout ‘come hERE” why would u think your dog would come back to that?

I was looking after two pitbulls for a week and one of theme was sorta grumpy and would start fights and i could stop any grumbling by just calling excitedly at them.. or once they got out of the gate and I was like aw shit these are someone else’s dogs that will probably be put down if someone finds them waking around so I was just like

come here puppies hey babies!!! and they were like yeah hell yeah whats up sounds like something exciting is going on here!

love ur animals. learn to look after them properly and it’ll benefit u both

GUESS WHAT I’M EXCITED FOR NEXT WEEK.

Love Triangle (Wilkinson vs. Gilinsky) - 15. College Week

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A/N: There’s a lot of fast forwarding in this chapter, so try to keep up!

**TWO WEEKS LATER**

SHAY’S POV

Jack has had tutoring after school everyday these past two weeks, so I’ve spent my afternoons after school with Sam and my weekends with Jack. Sam and I have grown extremely comfortable around each other; I constantly show up at his house unannounced in sweatpants and a t-shirt and he teases me for “putting in SO much effort to look good.” We usually spend our hours together watching documentaries and playing video games. I now have a higher killing spree record on Call of Duty than he does, even though Sam blames it on “luck.” We know we care about each other, but our relationship is strictly platonic. No flirting. No innappropriate touching. No eye-contact lasting longer than needed.

Tomorrow, all the seniors leave for college week. I’ve pushed it to the back of my mind. It pains me to imagine spending an entire seven days apart from Jack. We’ve never spent more than a day without seeing each other since we met over a month ago at the grocery store. Every second I spend with him, the deeper and deeper I fall in love with him.

I lay on Jack’s chest, my fingers lightly tracing little pictures and words on his muscular bare arms. His gaze remains on my face as he twirls my hair around his finger. We lay underneath the stars on the same white blanket and pillows as we did a month earlier.

“What am I gonna do without you for a week?” Jack says quietly.

“You’ll be having fun partying and snorting cocaine off of busty girls’ tits.” I smile and wink at him jokingly.

He grins at me and tilts his head, “So you’re okay with that?”

I hit him playfully on the chest and say, “Shut up. Don’t even think about it.”

He wraps his arms around my back and rubs it softly. He looks at me with a slight smile and says, “I was being serious when I said I wouldn’t go if you didn’t want me to.”

It’s not that I don’t trust Jack, but picturing him being surrounded by hundreds of older and hotter college girls is daunting. A week earlier, Jack and Jack were telling me how stoked they were for college week. I nodded my head politely and faked a laugh whenever they laughed.

But Jack saw through it; he knew me too well. After JJ left, he asked me what was bothering me. I avoided the question for a while, but Jack eventually got it out of me.

“And I was being serious when I said no. Jack, you have to go. I’m not gonna hold you back.” I smile softly and stroke his cheek.

He momentarily closes his eyes at my touch before reopening them, “I hope you know you have nothing to worry about.”

"I know.”

There’s a pause. Jack looks me in the eyes and touches my hair, “I love you so much.”

“I love you more.”

Jack shakes his head, “Impossible.”

I smile at him widely and clasp my hands around his face. I press my lips to his lustfully and he entangles his fingers in my hair.

**THE NEXT DAY AFTER SCHOOL**

I hug Jack tightly, never wanting to let go. I grab a fistful of his shirt and dig my head into his chest, breathing in his sweet scent.

Sitting in the driver’s seat with ray bans on, JJ groans. “Let’s speed it up, lovebirds. We’re gonna get stuck in traffic.”

I pull away, but Jack keeps his hands wrapped around my waist. He looks at me lovingly and says, “I’ll call you every night, no matter how drunk, high or fucked up I may be. I’ll call you. I love you.”

“Whipped.” JJ says indiscreetly between coughs and pretends to whip the air.

I lower my eyes glaringly at JJ before looking back at Jack. “I love you. Be safe.”

I lean in and he presses his lips against mine. After a few seconds, I pull away and hug him again. He lets go of my waist unwillingly and gets into JJ’s car.

I pout at him sorrowfully as I wave goodbye. JJ starts the engine and pulls out of my driveway. I watch his car turn out of my neighborhood and onto the highway, feeling my stomach drop as the realization I won’t see Jack in a week sinks in.

I sigh and go back inside my house. Walking into my room, I peer out the window and see Sam running past my house with earbuds in and his shirt off. I furrow my eyebrows and rush outside.

“Sam! Sammy!” I scream his name, trailing behind him and trying to get his attention. I throw my shoes off and run barefoot to catch up to him.

I brush his arm and he stops half-jog. “Shay?” He takes an earbud out of his ear. “What are you doing? Where are your shoes?” He looks down at my feet and laughs.

Trying to catch my breath, I say between pants, “Why…aren’t…you…at…college…week?”

He puts his phone and earbuds in his pocket and says, “I have club basketball games everyday this week. I wanna get recruited to play in college and there’s gonna be hella scouts, so I can’t miss ‘em.”

“Aw. I’m sorry you have to miss college week, everyone seems so excited for it.”

He looks at me and nods, “Yeah. I mean it’s whatever. I’ll have four years of that next year.”

“Well that means you get to hang out with me all week!” I smile at him crazily and clap my hands together.

He rolls his eyes playfully and says sarcastically, “Oh, god. I can’t wait.”

Just then, my mom opens the front door and screams, “SHAY! COME HOME AND GET READY FOR THE FAIR, YOU PROMISED ME YOU WOULDN’T MISS IT!” She gives me a look before slamming the door shut.

I groan loudly and Sam raises his eyebrows at me.

“I completely forgot. My mom signed Daisy and me up to help her out at the county fair. She’s trying to do all these activities because she wants to ‘be more involved in the community.’” I roll my eyes and Sam gives me an apologetic smile.

“Sam…?” I look at him excitedly and clasp my hands together to my chest.

He looks at me with wide eyes, “Yes…?”

“Do you wanna be my favorite person in the entire world and come visit me at the fair so I won’t die of boredom?” I smile widely and show all my teeth.

He looks at me and smirks. “I was gonna go anyways. My parents drag the entire family there every year. I’ll see you there, Connors.” He smiles at me once before turning around and walking into his house.

My mom, Daisy and I walk into the volunteer center and peer at the bulletin board. My mom squints her eyes and reads off a list, “Daisy, you’ll be helping out at the petting zoo. Shay, you’re gonna be working at the kissing booth.”

“What?” I say instantly.

“You’ll be working at the kissing booth, sweetie.” My mom looks at me as if there’s nothing wrong with her statement.

“The kissing booth? Are you kidding me?”

"Honey, look around. There is no boy here over the age of twelve. It’s one little peck, no big deal.” I look at her unbelievably. “Shay, this is volunteer work, okay? All the proceeds are going to a good charity. Now go. You’re late.”

I give her one last look of utter shock and I stomp my way over to the kissing booth. I see two small stages with two chairs in the center of each.

“This is gonna be so awkward,” I mutter under my breath.

Walking to the lady in charge, I fake a smile and say, “Hi, I’m Shay Connors. I think I’m supposed to be here?”

“Yes! Oh my, you are beautiful as well! This is a change. We might actually get some business this year!” She smiles widely at me and shoos me over to the back of the stage.

I stumble backstage and see the back of Katie’s head. “Katie!” I run towards her as she turns around.

“Shay! Oh my god. Thank god you’re here. I don’t know how I got myself into this. I needed more service hours and they signed me up for the kissing booth.” She shrieks in disgust.

"Okay ladies!” Another lady with a clipboard claps her hands to get our attention. “Thank you for signing up for this year’s kissing booth! This is how it’s going to work. Each of you will sit on a chair on each stage and wait for a lucky gentleman to take the other seat. Once you’re both seated, Sharon and I will collect their tickets. One ticket is three seconds, and three tickets is a minute! No excessive touching is allowed. Are you girls ready?!”

Katie and I look at each other before looking back at her and sheepishly nodding our heads.

“Great! Get on stage!” She claps her hands and turns on a stereo to full volume.

Katie and I walk onto our stages and take our seats. One by one, preteens and old men walk onto the stage and hand in their tickets. I pucker my lips and cringe each time I feel their chapped lips against mine. I keep my mouth shut and refuse to open it, even when the horny twelve year olds try to force their tongues in. I ferociously rub my lips with my fingers after each time, determined to get any and all leftover spit off my mouth.

“Good work, ladies! This is the most amount of tickets we’ve ever gotten in the past 10 years!” Sharon claps her hands wildly and laughs.

I hear someone clear their throat and my head snaps their way as I sadly anticipate another overexcited old man.

I see Sam slowly walking up the steps to my stage and he takes the seat across from me. He smirks at me and says, “I told you I’d come and see you.”

Before I can respond, Sharon sprints up to Sam and says, “Tickets please!”

Sam reaches into his pockets and takes out five crumbled tickets. Sharon looks at them eagerly and snatches all five out of his hand, “Perfect! That gets you, um, two minutes. Go on!” She giggles and stares at us intently.

I look at Sam with a worried expression and he mouths to me discreetly, ‘Why the fuck is she standing there?’ I giggle and shrug my shoulders.

“Well, go on now. He paid his tickets, Ms. Connors.” Sharon urges me on.

I pause and look at Sam. He looks at me with his eyebrows raised and a satisfied smirk plastered on his face.

“Oh, brother.” Sharon rolls her eyes before slamming my mouth into Sam’s. He kisses me, moving his lips softly against mine.

As Sam grabs my face gently, I think of Jack and instantly feel guilty. I pull away after a few seconds and say, “I think that was two minutes.”

Sharon scoffs. “Hopeless.” She shakes her head and walks off the stage.

I turn to look at Sam. “I..I’m sorry. It’s just…Jack and all.” I say quietly.

Sam stands up and scratches his neck nervously. “Yeah, no. I understand. Sorry. I shouldn’t even have—I’ll see you tomorrow.” He nods his head at me quickly and scurries down the stage.

I try to gather my thoughts as Katie walks onto my stage and slumps down onto the chair across from me.

“That was brutal.” Katie looks at me, exasperated.

Tell me about it. I think one of the old guys got their denture glue on my mouth.” I shudder in disgust.

Katie makes a face of revulsion and says, “Ew, I don’t even wanna talk about it anymore.” I nod my head in agreement. “What are you doing Friday night?”

I pause for a moment as I wrack my brain. “Nothing.”

“Perfect. You and me are gonna surprise visit our favorite boys at college week.” She smirks at me and my eyes lighten up.

I sit up straighter in my seat and say, “Wait, for real?”

Katie nods her head at me excitedly. “But I totaled my car this morning… So you’re gonna have to drive.”

I nod my head, “That’s totally cool! I didn’t even know visiting them was an option.”

“It’s not really allowed, but as long as we don’t get caught….”

“I’m in.” I squeal in excitement at the thought of seeing Jack again. 

“But you have to keep it a secret! It’s gonna be JJ’s birthday, so I wanna surprise him. That means no telling Jack!” Katie warns.

“My lips are sealed.” I smile at her with no teeth and she grins back.

I feel my phone buzz and I take it out of my back pocket. Smiling, I unlock a message from Jack.

‘Missing you already.’ He attaches a seflie of him frowning and I feel my heart skip a beat.

**FRIDAY AFTER SCHOOL**

Today is the day I get to see Jack again. For the past week, he has videochatted me every night and it makes me miss touching and kissing him more and more. We talk for hours on end about nonsense, considering he’s drunk and/or high every time. He often starts drunk singing about how much he loves me and how beautiful I am and I love every second of it. I love him.

Sam and I hang out everyday after school like normal. We haven’t mentioned the kissing booth and I hope it stays that way. He’s become one of my closest friends and I don’t want to jeopardize it in any way.

I need to dazzle Jack tonight. I need to look sexier and hotter than ever. I want him to pounce me the second he sees me. I throw on a tight gold bodycon dress and curl my hair into small waves. I apply my makeup and throw on a pair of black wedges.

I grab my car keys and pick up Katie. Once she steps out of her house, it’s clear she wants to impress JJ as well. She’s wearing bright red pumps with a tight leather skirt and matching bralette.

“You’re lookin’ hot.” I wink at her as she climbs into the passengers seat.

“Girl, please. Have you seen yourself?” Katie giggles as she snaps on her seatbelt. 

I pull out of her driveway and out of the neighborhood. We blast music and sing along obnoxiously to the words for two hours and before we know it, we arrive.

As I unbuckle my seatbelt, I turn to Katie and say, “You know what’s crazy?” 

She raises her eyebrows at me, “What?”

“I still get butterflies whenever I’m about to see Jack.”

She smiles at me sweetly and touches my arm. We slide out of the car and sneak into the dorm rooms occupied for the seniors.

As soon as we yank open the door to the lobby, we hear JJ’s familiar laughing and the smell of alcohol. The music is loud and the room is crowded with strangers. Katie instantly runs into JJ’s arms and he yells, “Katie?! Oh my god!” He hugs her tightly and she exclaims, “Happy birthday, babe!” They lean in and kiss, while the other guys check out Katie’s ass in her skirt.

I stand by the door and scan the room for Jack. I walk in eagerly and give JJ a hug, “Happy birthday Jack!” 

“Thanks Shay! Jack will be very happy to see you. I think he went back to our room.” JJ points down the hall and I smile at him gratefully before walking away.

I walk down the hall and feel the butterflies flutter away in my stomach rapidly. I can’t wait to see the look on his face. My heart beat quickens to an abormal rate as I stand in front of a closed door with a a sticky note that reads, ‘Gilinsky and Johnson.’

I take a deep breath and open the door.

"Jack! I—” I stop. My stomach drops.

I see Leigh’s lips pressed against Jack’s with her arms around his neck.

A/N: Dun dun dunnnnnnnn

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Hey Everlarkers! There’s been a general dip in fics/drabbles lately, and I want to pitch an idea to get it kick-started again for the summer: Think we could do weekly prompts? I’d be up for launching a side-blog that posts a prompt every Friday (or something along those lines). You’d have a week to write and submit something for the prompt, and then the next Friday, all submissions would be published along with the next prompt.

I’d be willing to get this up and running as early as next week, because as soon as finals are over for me, I’ll have too much free time on my hands. Still, if you’d be willing to get involved with administrative stuff, feel free to shoot me a message.

Also (and more importantly!) let me know if you’d be willing to submit drabbles/poetry/artwork. There wouldn’t be any commitment required–you could write/draw something one week, then decide your schedule won’t permit it the next week. But, if this seems like something you may be even remotely interested in, shoot me a message or reply to this post just so I can see if this is something that could potentially fly.