do you ever think about how harry was scared to paint his nails & then louis encouraged him and told him to “just embrace it”. & he did!! he wore polish in private, and sometimes he’d miss some when he went to take it off so there’d be a lil bit of red nail polish on his fingernails. and now, years later, he wears it publicly without shame. he’s embraced it y'all what the heck
Anon asked: character A and B are sick at the same time OR A gets it from B later on so A can care for them?
@orderly-opaline asked: idk i just???? Reallt wanna see a boyf riends contagion fic????? Like, something where Michael and Jeremy have it at the same time or Michael slowly starts getting it from Jeremy and Jeremy feels guilty.
*finger guns* i have no idea how this fic will turn out so my money is on shit show hope you like it anyway
Michael didn’t bother knocking on the door, he already knew no one would mind if he walked right in. For a moment he thought that the Heere’s should really consider locking their front door, but he didn’t really care enough to do anything about it. He gently opened up the door, closing it right along with the beat of the music pounding in his headphones. God that was satisfying, a smile played on his lips as he walked through the familiar lay out of Jeremy’s house. He was so pumped, ecstatic even. In his hand he held a copy of Mario DDR for the GameCube and was ready to do the most excersis either of them had had in years. His GameCube was already nicely set up in Jeremy’s basement from their melee match last weekend, and now that it was a Friday night he was ready to give Jeremy an awesome surprise.
He was making his way over to the stairs when he saw Mr. Heere in the kitchen. He was looking down at a bottle in his hands eyebrow raised and hand rubbing beard as he read the contents, not even realizing Michael had entered his house. Michael went over, leaning his arms against the kitchen counter as he nosily watched the olderman. It was pink cough medicine, Michael felt his head tilt in question as he brought his headphones down from his ears, still feeling the beats vibrating against his neck.
“Are you sick, Mr. Heere?”
The man flinched a bit and looked up, relaxing when he registered that it was Michael speaking. He sighed and took off the cap of the medicine.
“No,” he started pouring the liquid into a cup, “but Jeremy’s got a bit of a cold.”
word count: 2317 warnings: swearing requested! (but I changed it around a lil bit)
“I was thinking it’d be a” I said, looking over my homework sheet. Lydia glanced down at my paper and grinned.
“Yep” She said, popping the ‘p’. I grinned as I circled that answer and went on to the next one.
It was Tuesday, and Tuesdays’ were the days Lydia and I got together at her place to do homework, paint our nails, and gossip. Well, gossip sounds bad it was really just talking. This had been a tradition we’ve successfully held every Tuesday for the past three months, and we were both pretty proud of that.
Lydia and I became friends last year when we were juniors. Being Scott’s twin sister I was sort of a part of the pack, a designated human you might say. Stiles would’ve high fived me for that. But I knew all about werewolves and banshees and kitsunes and coyotes, to be honest we were like the misfit toys. But I guess we owned it.
I always sorta had a crush on Lydia, I mean, who didn’t? She was absolutely perfect in every way. She was a genius, she was funny, talented, kind, beautiful… the list went on and on.
But, with this perfection of hers, she had anyone to choose from. Anyone she could date if she wanted. And I, was definitely not on her list of crushes like she oh so ruled over mine. In fact, she was my only crush.
Not me though, Lydia Martin could never like a girl like me. No, I wasn’t as smart as she was, I wasn’t as petite as she was, I wasn’t as funny as she was. I simply wasn’t as perfect, or anywhere near as perfect, as Lydia Martin.
“So, what color polish do you want tonight?” She asked, standing up from her spot at the table. “I think I’m gonna get red for myself”
“Let’s go black” I said. She shook her head with a small laugh and walked off towards the stairs.
“Same old y/n” She sighed, making me laugh as she disappeared.
Same old, plain, untalented, y/n, I thought to myself.
When she came back, she was smiling wide at me and plopped her box of manicure supplies down on the table in front of me. Bottles of paint, polish remover, and lotions sticking out of it. As well as nail clippers, filers, cotton balls, and tools that looked like torture devices. Lydia seemed to have seen my look of fear cause she giggled that beautiful little laugh.
“No worries y/n, just the paint as always” She promised, shaking my bottle of noir polish.
“Thanks” I said sheepishly and she nodded, opening it up and grabbing my hand.
“So uh… the dance next week” My heart nearly fell out of my chest. But somehow I managed to keep myself calm as she began to paint my nails. I just looked at her, silently prompting her to continue whatever it was she wanted to say about it. “Maybe we could go shopping for it together? Or not- we don’t have to-”
“No that sounds like fun!” I said quickly, and Lydia smiled nervously, I think. I probably freaked her out. “M-maybe Wednesday after school or something?” big smile pulled on Lydia’s lips as she nodded.
“Yeah-yeah “ Lydia said, focusing back on my black nails.
I walked into school this morning, excited as today was the day y/n and I had decided to go dress shopping. I was thrilled, absolutely thrilled. I could just sing as I walked through the halls.
“Lydia Martin, are you skipping?” I was asked when I arrived at Scott’s locker, where we meet every morning before classes.
“Yes Scott, I may be a little happy for once” Stiles walked up to us.
“Is there a sale at Macy’s?” He asked with a snicker. I rolled my eyes.
“I’m more than shopping and shoes, Stilinski” I told him.
“Alright then, what else do you have to be happy about?” He asked.
“Mom out of town?” Scott asked.
“Hot date for the dance?”
“Prada had a new puppy friend?”
“Aced another test?”
“Any colleges accept-”
“Hey guys!” Scott and Stiles were cut from their ramblings as y/n bounced up to the group. “What’re we talking about?”
“I was actually just saying that you and I were going dress shopping tonight” I said, and her face lit up.
“Yeah! I’m super excited for that” y/n said, grinning wide. God I loved when she did that, her eyes always seemed to twinkle.
“You guys wanna ride there? You know I got a sweet one” Stiles said, wiggling his eyebrows at us.
“You got a new car?” y/n asked, raising a confused brow.
“No I’m talking about Roscoe duh- hey!” I giggled as y/n smirked a little to herself. “I don’t get why you guys are so mean to me” Stiles began muttering. “I mean seriously all I do is help and-”
“Hey y/n!” I turned to the girl whose name had been called, to see Erica Reyes standing there.
“H-hi- hi Erica” y/n replied, tucking her hair behind her ear.
“Can I.. can I talk to you for a sec?” The blonde asked. y/n nodded, giving a small ‘mhm’ and followed off with her. As soon as they were gone, I scoffed.
“Really? Erica Reyes? What could they possibly have to talk about?” I asked, crossing my arms. I saw Scott tilt his head, listening to their conversation. I glared down the blonde, just as Kira bounced up to us.
“Hey guys!” She said cheerfully. “What’re we up to?”
“Hush” Stiles scolded. “Scott’s listening in on Lydia’s girlfriend over there” Stiles said. I glared at him, but Kira giggled.
“Oh I see, get jealous of Erica did you?” Kia winked at me. She winked, she had the nerve-
“No I am not jealous, and y/n is not my girlfriend” I stated firmly, my arms uncrossing and putting my hands on my hips.
“How defensive..” Stiles muttered. “So what’re they talking about over there? Anything we should be worried about?”
“See, you don’t like her either. Do you have a big fat crush on y/n?” I asked with a sneer towards Stiles. “See? Who care-”
“She asked y/n to the dance” Scott said.
“SHE DID WHAT?”
y/n and I were walking through Macy’s, going through rack after rack of hangers. She’d been talking animatedly about how excited she was to be going to the dance with somebody. I was listening, I was, but I barely responded. Just let her go off as we looked over various dresses.
“Hey, hey Lydia” She called, and I looked up. She was two racks away, and holding up a gorgeous y/f/c dress. I thought about her wearing it and my knees almost buckled. “What about this one? I have the perfect shoes and everything” Her eyes lit up with excitement and I nodded with a hum.
“Yeah y/n it’s… it’s beautiful” She smiled big and hung it carefully over her arm.
I went back to scraping through the racks, but didn’t really pay attention to anything I skimmed over. All I could think about was the fact that y/n was going to the dance… with someone else…
Jealous? Never heard of her.
The ride to drop y/n back off home was again, mostly filled with her going on about the dance. Although this time I was barely listening. I couldn’t, it hurt too much. THis was my best friend, this was the girl I was in love with, and she was hooked on being with someone else. Maybe Stiles was right, maybe all of them were right… but she’s too perfect. It was ridiculous for me to think of being with her. Besides, I used to be such a bitch, such a bitch, why would she ever want to date me? I looked over at her in the passenger seat next to me as she talked on.
“…I mean I’ve just never been asked out before…” She went on.
She was beautiful, so fucking beautiful it was insane she even hung around us.
“Sure, I bet this is nothing to you you get asked out all the time- I mean look at you- but… but me! I just can’t believe someone would want to ask me out!” I slammed on the breaks, just outside of her house. “L-Lyd!? Are you okay?” I looked over, seeing her grip onto the handle of the door.
“Am I okay? No I am not okay!” Her eyes widened as I yelled a little. “y/n how could you say something like that? ANyone would be lucky to go out with you! You’re absolutely perfect!” She blinked.
“Lydia I’m sorry I didn’t mean to-”
“No- no get out just- just get out” I shook my head, looking down at my hands gripping the steering wheel.
“y/n, go home” She stared at me for a moment, but I heard her unbuckle her seatbelt and open the door.
“I’m sorry Lydia” y/n said softly, then closed the door, and walked up to her door.
Now, I hate crying, it makes you weak and ruins your makeup. But today I almost couldn’t drive home because I was crying to hard.
Who knew being in love hurt this much.
I didn’t think being in love hurt this much.
I was standing in the corner of the gym, the whole room lit up and blasting with music. Bodies were.. Well everywhere. Dancing, talking, sweating. The more I thought about it, the more claustrophobic I felt. I looked around, seeing my friends all together. Stiles trying to get Scott to dance with him, Kira teaching Malia how to dance, Liam… doing god knows what.
And there was Lydia.
She looked breathtaking… the green dress she wore hugged her curves in all the right places. The neckline dove down enough for me to blush. But she wasn’t really dancing with the others, just awkwardly swaying back and forth. I frowned, and wanted nothing more than to go over there and dance with her, maybe make her happy. But she’d made it pretty clear that she wanted nothing to do with me.
“Hey y/n I’m back” Erica walked up to me, handing me a plastic cup of punch. “And uh.. I smell checked the bowl. It’s not spiked” She laughed, and I chuckled quietly and nervously.
“Thanks” I said quietly, taking a drink and casting a glance towards Lydia. Erica stepped over closer, following my line of sight.
“O-oh… Lydia… I’m sorry are you guys..?”
“Dating?” She nodded, and I shook my head. “No… no she wants nothing to do with me” Erica frowned.
“Pretty sure she wants everything to do with you” I raised my brow in silent question. “I mean, when I asked you to the dance, she sorta had Scott listen in, and seemed pretty upset when you said yes” My brows raised, and I looked at her quickly.
“R-really? She did? Was she mad? Sad? Disappointed?” Erica laughed quietly, wrapping an arm around herself and rubbing her arm.
“You uhm… you really like her don’t you?” I gave her a guilty look, feeling bad that I couldn’t really help my feelings towards the strawberry blonde. “No no, it’s okay” Erica said, giving me a small smile. I returned it. “Well, go on, go get your girl” I grinned, and turned, walking myself straight over to Lydia. When her eyes caught mine, she smiled for a moment, but it quickly fell.
“y-y/n” Her voice was quiet, I’d never heard it so unsure before. It was like she lcked all of her confidence. “Shouldn’t you be with Erica?”
“No” I shook my head. “No I don’t want to be here with Erica, I want to be here with you” I said. Her eyes widened.
“Really? Y-you do?” Lydia asked, almost like she didn’t believe it. But I nodded my head, trying desperately to keep up my confidence before it all went away. “You… you like me?” My brows furrowed.
“What’s that supposed to mean? I’ve had a crush on you for as long as I could remember” Lydia shook her head exasperatedly and groaned. My heart sank slightly. “Look I know it’s pathetic and you’re you and I’m only me but seriously I mean it-”
“God would you just stop talking” Lydia groaned. I opened my mouth to protest, but she grabbed my chin in her hand and yanked my lips against her.
I swear the world slowed down and my heart exploded.
She was so warm, and her lips were so soft, and she tasted like.. Like cherries.. And root beer. Maybe a mix of chapstick and lip gloss I don’t know but it was heaven.
“Not fair. I liked you first” She said when we pulled away.
“You definitely didn’t-”
“Yes. I. Did” She said firmly, pulling away slightly.
“Did not” I grumbled, and pulled her back in for another kiss.
“You sorta suck-”
“Lyds shut your mouth” She giggled, wrapping her arms around my neck while mine went around her waist.
“All our friends are staring at us” SHe whispered, and I laughed a little. “Welp, Kira just started clapp- Stiles took a picture” I laughed more and kissed her nose quickly.
“Yeah well it took you long enough to show an interest” Lydia rolled her eyes.
“Seriously, in our moment, you’re gonna hold that against me?” I nodded with a grin.
“Wouldn’t want you thinking I’m an easy catch” I said with a wink, walking towards the beverage table. “Gotta make it interesting, right?” I winked over my shoulder and she groaned, following after me. But I heard her muttering.
Yesterday I was someone different. I was blonde hair and pretty skirts.Yesterday I was sugary tea and nights spent listening to the Beatles in his parents car. I was cursing the moon and stolen booze. Yesterday I was chasing after a girl that would leave me face first in the mud. Today I am bitter coffee, black nail polish. I am red hair and spilled vodka on kitchen counters. Today I am days I wont forget and nights I don’t remember. Today I am in a strangers bathroom, tongues dancing and hands roaming with a girl whose name I wont rememeber. I am ripped jeans and old rock bands. Today, I am unapologetically me.
Magnus started getting ready early. He woke up, and mentally
went over what was left to be done. The loft was mostly decorated, only a few
details (like arranging candles and flower petals) were left to be done. And
the bed! He smacked his forehead. He waved a hand to strip the current sheets
and quilt off the bed. After drying off, he went to the linen closet, and chose
a red and black set for today. He then did his makeup and nails, adding more
red than he usually would, and got dressed in a black suit with a red button
down, and pocket square. There was then a knock at his door.
Magnus did not know what he was expecting, but a cute
delivery boy with a bouquet of roses, was not it. “Your flowers Ma-… Sir…” The
boy had obviously already delivered flowers to many women, and it was only ten
in the morning.
Magnus ignored the boy’s slip. “Why thank you! I was not
“That’s what most people say.” The boy muttered turning
“Wait.” Magnus said, not wanting to be counted amongst the
masses. “It’s not that I think he doesn’t love me. He’s just not always one for
gestures, and when he is, they are usually bigger than delivering a bouquet.
This is new, and therefor unexpected.” Magnus paused. “This is a holiday about
love, that doesn’t mean it’s the only time one should express it.”
The boy gave him a weird look, “I’m just delivering
“On Valentine’s day.” Magnus nodded sadly. “Don’t worry,
whatever it is that’s bothering you, things can and will get better, and facing
the world with a smile, and attitude that say you don’t care how sad the world
wants you to be helps.” Magnus snapped his fingers behind the flowers and
reached out of the boy’s sightline to grab his wallet that had just appeared on
the side table. “Here’s a tip, for going out on Valentine’s day, and dealing
with gripey wives and girlfriends, not to mention, listening to my speeches.”
Magnus made a face while handing the boy several folded bills.
The boy took them and turned away, as Magnus closed the
door. Magnus smelled the roses and took out the note. It read: Taki’s by eleven. In Alec’s neat
handwriting. Magnus shrugged and waved a hand to set up the candles, since Alec
had slightly different plans. He pulled a coat on over his suit, and left the
Can you do a Devin Sola one were your like really girlie and wear flower crowns and is innocent as anything and you two have a day out at a theme park and he’s really sweet and you take lots of pics and videos for insta and soo much fluff. Sorry it’s too long love the blog<3A/N; AND DON’T FUCKING TELL ME “OH MOTIONLESS IN WHITE ISN’T METALCORE”, I LOOKED IT THE FUCK UP.. YOU CAN’T TELL ME NOTHING OK, GET A LOAD OF IT.
“You ready to go, love?” I heard a voice on the other side of the door ask. I smiled looking down at my dress. I adjusted my flower crown and slipped on a pair of Vans and walked out.
“Yeah, lets go!” I said, smiling at my partner. To be honest, I’m surprised we even started dating. Devin was in a metalcore band, which I had no clue about the genre, called Motionless in White. While he was playing bass and rocking out on stage, I was sitting at home crying over “The Notebook.” Devin wore nothing but dark clothing, I wore nothing but bright pastel colours. I sported flower crowns everyday while he wore black nail polish.
Today, Devin and I decided to walk along The Garden. The Garden was extremely close to our house, a 15 minute walk, 10 minute drive. We set out on foot, hand in hand. The Gardenr was just what it was. A giant gardenr. It had a few rides on it, mostly for younger kids, but ever since we moved, I begged Devin to take me.
“Smile, babe!” He said, pulling out his phone and taking a picture. I smiled as he snapped the picture of us and put it on instagram.
“Come find me and @y/insta/n at the garden in y/city/n!” He wrote down before posting the picture. Instantly the picture was flooded with comments, mostly people commenting on how cute we were.
“What does that one say, Dev?” I asked him, pointing to a specific comment.
“I’m gonna be there at noon, we should all meet up at some point!” He read out to me as we crossed the street.
“You wanna do it?” I asked him. He smiled to me as he typed out a response to the person. The responded back instantly, mostly freaking out over how Devin responded, but also to say that they would meet us at the Starbucks across the street. We finally got to the garden and we stood above, the wind blowing my dress and hair.
“So, noon, huh? That gives us plenty of time to screw around.” Devin said to me.
“Well, what do you wanna do first?” I asked him.
“Whatever you want to do!” He smiled, kissing me on the cheek.
“Devin! Oh my god, they have a maze. Oh my gosh, we need to go!” I exclaimed, pulling him towards it.
“Calm down, Y/N. God, you’re adorable. Ok, let’s go.” He said as I dragged him to it.
We paid the feel to get in as we were surrounded by the light green hedges. I walked through it, dropping Devin’s hand as I tried to find my way. After about fifteen minutes of going in circles, I became frustrated.
“Dang. Didn’t we just pass this hedge?” I asked him.
“We passed it a while ago, baby.” He stated.
“Well, dammit, Sola. How am I supposed to know where were going?” I said, my temper breaking.
“Hey now, don’t get mad. I’m sure were close to an exit somewhere. We just have to plan out where we’re going. See, have we gone that way?” He asked, pointing to another path. I shook my head no.
“Well, let’s try it.” He said, taking my hand and gently guiding me. After a matter of minutes, we were out of the maze and standing outside of the exit.
“See, we made it! I guess we weren’t looking hard enough.” Devin smiled. I smiled back, pecking his cheek as I pulled out my phone to see a new notification.
“@lonesomeghost1937 has taken a photo of you.” I smiled as I unlocked my phone and looked at the photo, a picture of me not looking and my hair blowing in the wind.
“Well of course we weren’t looking hard enough when you were too busy taking pictures of me.” I giggled to him. He smiled, wrapping his arms around my waist and pulling me closer into a hug. He kissed the top of my head as I giggled again, pulling away.
“Don'tttt, you’ll give me cootieessss.” I cooed, trying to pull away from him.
“Well of course, my love. You probably already have cooties from all the time you spend with me.” He said, kissing me on the nose. I wrinkled my nose and stuck my tongue out at him as he blew a kiss at me.
“You love me.” He stated.
“I do. But only because you love me.” I said, crossing my arms, walking along the path to the rose garden.
“I could’ve sword it was you who said ‘I love you first’ but whatever floats your boat, princess.” He said, picking a flower from the garden. He picked off a few thorns before passing it to me, wrapping an arm around my waist and pulling me in for a kiss.
“That was unexpected.” I said in between his kisses.
“You love unexpected.” He said, lightly touching my butt.
“Hey! Not in public, silly butt.” I said, pushing him away slightly. He tried leaning in to kiss me again but I covered his mouth with my hands.
“I think this is instagram worthy.” I said, pulling out my phone. Devin smiled to me as I put on the video. He stayed paused for a moment, smiling at my phone.
“Ghost, it’s a video.” I cooed to him. He burst out laughing, burying his face in my shoulder.
“Now I feel like an idiot, Y/N!” He laughed to me.
“Yeah, but you’re my idiot.” I smiled ending the video. I uploaded it, tagging him and the rose emoji.
“I love you.” He said, kissing my earlobe.
“I love you too. Should we go meet those girls now?” I asked him, spinning around to wrap my arms around his neck.
“Of course. Can’t keep 'em waiting can we?” He asked. After walking to the Starbucks and ordering, we sat down with our drinks. Two girsl in Motionless in White shirts opened the door and walked in, making a beeline for us.
“Hi.. Um, we’re from instagram?” The girl with the blonde hair said.
“We’re huge fans of your band, Devin!” The black haired one gushed.
“Really? I never would’ve guessed by your shirts.” He said sarcastically. They gave each other a weird look as I tapped Devin’s hand, just to let him know he was being rude.
“I’m sorry, he has a very dark sense of humour. What’s your guy’s names?” I asked them.
“I’m Pepper and this is Mandy.” The blonde one said, introducing us.
“Nice to meet you too. Would you like a picture with Devin?” I asked them, Devin looking at me. I gave him a look that said, “Yes I’m making decisions for you, be quiet and deal with it.
"Yes! But we want you in it too, you’re amazing and you and Devin are sooo cute together!” Mandy gushed, but quickly became red faced.
“Sorry, this is our first time meeting famous people.” Pepper said quickly.
“Oh, don’t worry. I’m not famous, I’m just Devin’s girlfriend.” I smiled.
“And you’re an amazing one at that.” He smiled, picking up my hand and kissing my knuckles. After getting a picture together with the girls and talking for a bit, me and Devin decided to call it quits and go home.
“I had fun today.” I said, laying in bed next to Devin.
“I did too. I may look like a giant goth guy and look like I want to sacrifice baby animals most of the time, but I swear, you bring out a side of me that makes me feel like a little kid again.” He said, pulling me closer to him.
“Like what?” I asked him.
“Like a kid in a candy store. I can’t help but feel all happy inside when I’m with you.” He said, kissing behind my ear.
“A kid in the candy store, huh?” I mumbled, before drifting off into sleep.