drinking kind of night

Misguided (M)

Originally posted by y-ta

SUMMARY: After a run in with one of Johnny’s fellow frat brothers, you had thought he had just been after one thing. But when, not only Johnny himself, but with the help of your friends, they helped you realize that you had made some very misguided judgments. // “What tastes better than it smells?”

GENRE/WARNINGS: Fraternity/College!AU // It’s honestly mostly fluff with smut thrown in at the end. This is part of a collab with @versigny and a bunch of other writers. You can read the prologue here.

WORDS: 14.5k.

A/N: I died 3x over writing this. That is all.

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Cardiovascular Palpitations Pt. 2 (ft. Jeongguk) [M]

Originally posted by nnochu

→ fluff, smut, angst, really fuckign fluffy smut 10k
→ friends with benefits au, doctors au ft Taehyung
part 1 | part 2 | story talk

Yay! This was super cute but I’m seriously so glad its over lol I didn’t edit so its not my best work but it’s officially the longest thing I’ve ever written so I hope you like it! Let me know what you think, and I’ll be uploading a story talk and drabbles about this au soon! 

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the-bookish-soul  asked:

I meant to ask Feysand fluff fic I'm made you a cake

See my favorite thing as a writer is to write something totally off base of what might be expected from these prompts… I think I did that with this one… hope this is fluffy enough, friend. I’m kind of obsessed with it.

Feysand + “I made you a cake”

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“Mor, have I ever told you how much I completely and totally loathe you?”

“Oh quit being dramatic,” Rhys’s cousin snapped from where she stood between him and Azriel, her hand in his. “You’re the one who said you wanted a night out downtown with all of us!”

“I meant a night out drinking, Mor. Drinking. Alcohol. The cheap kind. And lots of it, preferably.”

“There will be alcohol!”

“Yeah Rhys, didn’t you read the pamphlet?” Cassian sauntered up to his friend, hooking an arm around his shoulder. “‘Wine and Canvas Painting.’ Sounds delightful, right? A real party. I mean I personally am gonna get so– ow! Quit it!”

Mor leaned over and pinched Cassian in the side to which he yelped.

“Don’t make fun,” Mor hissed. “My friend Feyre is still in the early stages of starting her own business, and I want to support her. And you guys support me, thus, we’re going to drink wine and paint some damn canvases or so help me you two will–”

“We’re here,” Azriel cut in smoothly.

Mor gave Rhys and Cassian one last glare that would have sent other men running before sauntering up the steps and opening the door to a little shop with an overhanging sign that read, “Velaris.”

“That’s a weird name,” Rhys grumbled to himself as he followed after his friends.

Once they were inside and had taken off their coats, Rhys glanced appreciatively at the space inside. It was… nice, he would give it that. Spacious and warm and full of light.

Mor’s friend - Feyre - apparently owned this little studio and taught art classes all throughout the week. And every other Friday she taught a 21 and up class where they served wine while doing canvas paintings.

And Mor, being Mor, thought it would be a great idea to do that this very weekend instead of going out to their favorite bar, the Illyrian, like they usually did.

“Well where is this friend of yours?” Cassian grumbled. “And where is the wine? If I’m doing this I need to be drinking.”

Rhys and Azriel laughed, but quieted instantly when Mor glared at them.

“She’s probably setting up or something. But her sister and Amren are over there, come on.”

“Amren’s here?” Azriel paled. Mor ignored the other two as they snickered and walked ahead.

“Amren! Nesta!” She called out. Two girls in the back row whipped their heads around.

Rhys recognized Amren, the terrifying woman that Mor had introduced him to a few times. The other one, Nesta, must be Feyre’s sister.

Amren just looked the boys up and down and huffed before turning back around in her seat.

Nesta rolled her eyes at Amren and gave Mor a forced smile. “Hey,” she said without much enthusiasm.

Mor went to reply and sit in the open seat next to Nesta, but the next thing they knew Cassian had practically shoved her aside and was careening to sit beside the young woman.

“Well hello there,” he said in his charming voice. “I’m Cassian. And you are?”

Nesta just stared at him, completely unaffected.

“You literally just heard her say my name,” she deadpanned. She looked back over at Mor. “Mor, who the hell is this guy?”

“I’m sorry.” Mor just rolled her eyes. “I told them to be on their best behavior, but I only have one of them trained.” Azriel narrowed his eyes at her but she only giggled and moved to sit down beside Amren and Azriel followed suit on her other side.

“Oh I can be on my best behavior,” Cassian continued, clearly not taking the hint. “I can be on whatever sort of behavior you want, sweetheart.”

He leaned in close to Nesta, giving her his best seductive look.

She was thoroughly unimpressed.

“Get your face the hell away from my face before I break it.”

Cassian’s brow shot up in surprise and Azriel and Rhys both snorted in laughter. His surprise soon turned into wicked delight.

“Oh just wait sweetheart, you’ll learn to love my face. In fact I’ll bet you’ll be painting it before the night is over. Or perhaps if my charm really sways you, you might even be s–”

“Do not finish that sentence and do… not… call me sweetheart,” Nesta seethed.

Rhys was just about to go sit on the other side of Azriel to avoid all of… that, when someone bumped into him from behind.

“Oh, oh I’m so sorry! I just… well I can’t really see right now so…”

Rhys turned to the voice only to be met with a stack of canvases stacked way too high for one person to be carrying. The stranger’s face was hidden behind the stack and it was clear she couldn’t see anything in front of her. He chuckled.

“Do you need some help there?” He offered.

“Nope!” The female voice chirped brightly. “Nope I am perfectly fine. Just fine.”

“Really?” He drawled. “Well then by all means, continue your trek.”

The person froze.

“Right. Yes. Continuing now.”

The woman turned slightly to the left, then slightly to the right. She took a small step forward only to bump into Rhys’s other shoulder.

“Dammit,” she hissed under her breath.

Rhys laughed openly, reaching forward to take half the stack off of her hands.

“Here, allow me.”

When the stack was considerably lowered, Rhys finally saw the stranger’s face - and felt like he had been sucker punched.

With her eyeline free now, the girl blew a stray strand of messy hair away from her face. Her eyes were blue-gray and absolutely stunning. She had a single purple streak of paint on her cheek that he had a feeling she had no idea was even there.

And then she smiled up at him.

“Thanks,” she said, clearly not noticing that he wasn’t even breathing. “Are you here for the class?”

“I uh…” he stumbled, unable to tear his eyes from hers.

What the hell was wrong with him, he didn’t get nervous around girls? Especially not ones with paint on their face and a stubborn attitude to boot.

“I…”

“Feyre!” Mor shouted suddenly, and the next thing Rhys knew his cousin was shoving him out of the way to give the woman an awkward hug over the canvases she held.

“Hey, Mor,” she said in a strained voice, giving Rhys a look that said ‘save me’ over Mor’s shoulder.

“I told you we would come.” Mor pulled back with a grin. “I brought Az, who you know, and then Cassian is the one over there about to get his balls ripped off by your sister, and it looks like you’ve already met my cousin, Rhys.”

“Yeah we… ran into each other,” Feyre said, smiling over at Rhys.

He could’ve died a happy man right then.

“Well I’d love to stay and chat, but I’ve got to get the class started,” she continued apologetically.

“Oh it’s fine,” Mor said quickly as Feyre started to make her way up to the front of the room. Rhys followed awkwardly with his half of the canvases. “Oh and happy birthday!” Mor shouted suddenly.

Feyre froze, whirling towards Mor but running into Rhys yet again.

“It’s your birthday?” Rhys asked, his head cocked to the side.

Feyre paled. “Yes, but don’t say anything else please. I hate celebrating my birthday, it’s just so awkward.”

Rhys grinned, his earlier awkwardness melting away and turning into his usual suave because now he had an in with this girl.

“My lips are sealed Feyre, darling,” he said softly as he sat down his stack of canvases and stepped closer to her. She looked up at him a bit nervously.

“Allow me to formally introduce myself since my cousin thought she needed to do it for me,” he said smoothly, extending his hand. “I’m Rhysand.”

He noticed her shiver and grinned a bit wider.

“Feyre,” she replied, taking his hand. “Feyre Archeron. And please don’t call me darling.”

Rhys laughed, walking backwards towards his seat.

“Whatever you say, Feyre, darling.”

“You know if you keep calling me darling I’ll have to come up with a name for you too. How about prick?”

Ohhhh, he liked this girl already. His smile said as much.

He finally made it back to his seat, plopping down next to Azriel. Cassian and Nesta were still at each other’s throats.

Rhys was watching Feyre as she set up her own easel when Mor leaned across Azriel and pinched his arm.

“Ouch! What, Mor?”

Mor grinned like a fox.

“I knew you two would hit it off.”

“You… you planned this?”

Mor only laughed, leaning back in her seat and grabbing the glass of red wine in front of her as she spoke to Amren. Rhys looked at Azriel incredulously.

He just shrugged as if to say, ‘what can you do?’

The class started, and Rhys found himself captivated by Feyre yet again. She spoke about painting reverently, it was clear this was her passion. Her eyes lit up and her voice took on a tone he could listen to for the rest of his life.

Then when the actual canvas painting began, she walked around the room and answered questions, helping here and there. She stopped by Rhys’s row a couple of times, but only long enough to chat with her sister, Amren, or Mor before skittering off to another place in the room.

Rhys huffed as she avoiding his gaze for what felt like the hundredth time that night.

Mor giggled. “The chase not working out how it usually does for you, cousin?” She teased.

“Neither is his painting,” Azriel murmured.

Rhys cursed his brother, elbowing him in the side.

“What do you mean?” Mor asked. “What’s wrong with your… Rhysand!” She shouted, leaning across Azriel and smacking him in the chest. “What the hell is wrong with you?”

“Stop hitting me!” Rhys hissed. The rest of the class - and Feyre, he observed - was watching them. “And mind your own business. I know what I’m doing.”

“Oh do you?” Mor drawled. “Well then by all means, show us your wooing skills.”

Before Rhys could say another word, Feyre had sauntered up right next to him.

“Everything okay back here guys?”

“Oh yes,” Mor said before Rhys could get a word in edgewise. “Az and I were just observing how wonderful Rhys’s painting is.”

Oh Rhys was going to kill his cousin.

“That’s great!” Feyre said enthusiastically, meeting Rhys’s eyes finally.

“Yeah, super great. Go ahead, Rhys.” Mor propped her chin in her hand with a sly grin. “Show her.”

“Well, Mor,” he seethed, turning his easel so Feyre couldn’t see his painting. “I actually wanted to show Feyre darling here my painting when the class was over.”

“Oh but it’s just SO good Rhys, show her now.”

“Yeah, show me,” Feyre jumped back in. Rhys melted at her soft smile, feeling a bit like a prick now. “I bet it’s great.”

“Well…”

“Oh for goodness sake.”

Mor leaned across Azriel for a third time, turning Rhys’s easel towards Feyre herself.

“Mor!”

Feyre’s jaw dropped when she saw that Rhys had painted a… cake.

A terrible looking cake with blue frosting and candles that looked like sticks. And in black paint he had written across the top, “Happy Birthday, Feyre Darling.”

She was silent for a few seconds and Rhys thought she might have stopped breathing.

“You…”

“I made you a cake,” Rhys finally said. It sounded infinitely stupider when he said it out loud. “Since it’s your birthday and I just thought… you’re smiling. Is that a good thing? Did I do something right or are you showing me pity?”

Feyre snorted, covering her mouth with her hand.

“I love it,” she said in between her laughter. “I mean it looks… utterly horrendous–”

“Hey now, this is exquisite.”

“But it’s very sweet of you,” she said, meeting his eyes with a genuine smile.

Rhys felt his own lips tilting upward at the corners of their own accord.

“Anything for you, Feyre darling.”

Feyre’s smile dropped and she rolled her eyes.

“You had to go and ruin it, didn’t you, you prick. Call me darling one more time tonight and I won’t go out with you when you ask me after class.”

“Oh I’m asking you on a date now, am I?” He asked, mouth turned up in wicked delight.

“Well you better. You already made me cake,” she gestured to the painting. “Now you have to buy me dinner.”

He met her teasing eyes and realized he was already in deep shit and he didn’t mind at all.

“Anything you want.”

Day6 badboy!au (relationship focus)

So is it bad boy, or badboy? I don’t know. Because bad boy doesn’t look right, but badboy has the red squiggle under it.

Also, thanks for the Day6 request, these boys deserve lots of attention

Jae

-          He’s a “bad boy,” but not actually

-          Like he wears the jacket and he does his hair up like one

-          But that thing sticking out of his mouth that your parents assume is a cigarette because he’s kind of far away and they can’t quite see?

-          It’s a lollipop. Bubblegum flavored, to be specific

-          And also, he’s a lollipop

-          He’s always smiling and he rides a motorcycle, and every time he gets on the motorcycle and you’re there, he winks at you and smiles before he ZOOMS off into the distance while ACDC plays in the background

-          Or maybe it was a B1A4 cute concept song or something, who knows with this boy

-          He finds any and every reason to talk to you and you guys become kind of friends but like one of those really playful bantery friendships

-          He throws a rock at your window to get your attention and then sneaks you out for milkshakes and karaoke at 1am this one time, and then he’s walking you back along the side walk with this really pretty view with flowers and trees, and he stops you under a street light, grabs the sides of the hood your wearing, and kisses you

-          And then you two just stand there with his hands holding your face and your hands resting on his sides and your foreheads are leaning together and it’s adorable and your stomach is all fluttery and :3

-          And it was great and so now he does that all the time and it’s just a thing now

YoungK

-          Actual bad boy, you knew he was trouble when he walked in

-          But not like rip your heart out and destroy your reputation and drink heavily kind of trouble, like he stays out later at night than he probably should and he skips class sometimes and he flirts with everyone but he’d totes be there if you ever got into a tricky situation type of trouble

-          Owns a muscle car that he cares for kind of meticulously, knows how to do his own maintenance

-          He kind of watches you walk into school or work while he leans on his car and it creeps people out a little

-          And he doesn’t seem very approachable

-          And he hangs out with the badboys

-          But then your car breaks down on the side of the road and he pulls over, helps you fix it, and then tells you now you have to go to dinner with him as payment with a smile and he turns out to be actually kind of sweet

-          KIND OF

-          He takes you to a burger place and you steal each other’s fries

-          And then you wind up talking for like an hour after you’re finished eating

-          And as you’re leaving, he hands you his number and he says “In case your car breaks down again and you need to call me. Or just literally any reason ever, if you ever want to call me or text me at all, do it.”

-          So you call him

-          Not for your car though, because there’s this great movie coming out that he would love

-          You call him many times, in fact, for various different reasons, and he calls you too, and its sort of a thing

-          Almost like you’re… dating… or something….

-          So he starts putting his arm around your shoulder literally all the time, and you both make your phone wallpapers the same picture of him with his arm over your shoulder and him kissing your temple and honestly it’s the cutest thing ever

Sungjin

-          Sort of the dadfriend of the bad boy friend group, doesn’t give a flip about the fact that he has a bad boy image, is %100 aware of it but doesn’t try to break it or build it up, he legit just doesn’t care

-          He’s a good bad boy. He’s got the I don’t give a flip, slightly reckless personality, but he’s also caring and nice

-          Seems a little intimidating sometimes because he keeps the boys in line and if he’s “in charge” with the bad boys then he must be REALLY TOUGH AND MEAN AND BAD right? Right? Right? ???

-          And then the five of them are out hanging at the arcade while you’re there and their jam comes on and he dances like a dork and they all start laughing and you’re like wait… what?

-          Like he legit actually doesn’t care what people think in any way and it’s great

-          And then he sees you looking and he nods and smiles at you

-          And then on his way out he taps your shoulder and when you turn around he smiles and says “you dropped this” and hands you a small folded piece of paper, and he walks away

-          And you open it and it has a phone number in it and it says “text me”

-          So you go back and forth for a while, but the curiosity gets the better of you because what boy dances like that in front of a girl and then gives her their number that confidently? and you text him, so he takes you to an amusement park and the two of you have a blast, and you go on all these big rides and the adrenaline just makes you guys more comfortable with each other really fast

-          So needless to say it went great, and two days later, he asks you to go back to that arcade with him, and you do, and it’s a blast and he’s super fun and wonderful and you go to karaoke after and he has a FANTASTIC voice, and then you’re walking home, and it’s dark and you guys start talking about your lives and you start telling him about your dreams and ambitions and he thinks its really cool, so suddenly he just stops you, looks at you for a second, and then kisses you

-          And you’re all !!!!

-          But then he pulls away and you’re both all :3

-          That’s literally the first time you’ve seen him blush

-          So from then on it’s a super chill comfortable relationship, and you guys go on dates and act like dorks without a care in the world and it’s literally the best

-          (I may or may not have a new bias)

Wonpil

-          Not a bad boy. He gets a bad rep because he hangs out with all the bad boys because they’re his friends

-          Actual sweetheart

-          Looks flippin’ bossin in the jacket and the hair and the jeans though, I mean like he’s the least baddie of all of them, but somehow he actually looks better in the getup than any of the others

-          He doesn’t really notice that people kind of classify him as a bad boy because anyone who he actually interacts with for long enough for him to pick up on something like that just completely abandons the whole badboy theory because how can you be with this kid for even just five minutes and not be like Dawwww :3

-          Is a customer at your work, and you meet him and immediately are like okay he’s a sweetheart, and he’s kind of shy and stutters a little and giggles for the whole time he’s talking to you over the counter or whatever at your work, and then he goes back to his friends and you watch as it takes them literally ten minutes to convince him to go and get your number because he’s too shy

-          They all cheer when you give it to him and he blushes like a lobster

-          So he works up the nerve to text you, and you can bet the boys helped him A LOT

-          So he asks you out to the boardwalk and you guys get cotton candy and walk, and you hold his hand and he gets really smiley and blushy

-          And  then he walks you home and he kisses your cheek and blushes super hard and smiles and then you both have a constant internal squeal going on for the rest of the night

-          So obviously you guys become official, but he’s still really blushy for quite a while after, like he’ll initiate skinship in private, he’ll hug you and stuff, but in public if you do anything more than hold hands he melts into this messy puddle of Wonpil goo

-           

Dowoon

-          Also not a bad boy. Youngest of the bad boy gang, sometimes forgets and starts teasing the others like he’s the oldest

-          Then goes back to being a shy puppy

-          DEEP VOICE is intimidating, doesn’t help with the bad boy image

-          He wears the getup just like the rest of them, but then his face is adorable and his hair is all curly and soft so actually everyone is a little unsure if he’s a bad boy or an actual angel child

-          (He’s an actual angel child)

-          You drop something while you’re walking about twenty feet in front of him and he picks it up and stops you to hand it to you, he can barely make eye contact because females? What? How does one interact with those? He doesn’t know..?

-          And it’s super adorable

-          And then you find a reason to start chatting with him occasionally and he starts to open up and he gets smiley and playful and happy and its cute and all his bad boy bro pals are all “aww”

-          And so you two get closer until he’s actually comf with you, and then one day, he just seems super shy and wont look you in the eye, and so you’re like okay, what’s up with you

-          So he just stutters out ‘I like you’ and you laugh because ‘DUH’ and you kiss his cheek

-          “I like you too, silly”

-          And from that point on, he’s an absolute puppy, he holds your hand all the time, will not stop kissing your cheek, loves it when you kiss his cheek, fleufs all around

-          And he gets especially cuddly when he’s happy and excited and its just adorable and awesome

the bachelors react to a farmer they have a crush on (pre-romance) inviting them to sleep over! how would they react to snuggling up and watching an old movie/ pajama parties/ popcorn fights/ sharing a bed? 


Elliot would be obvious as fuck, to be frank. He’s a gentleman, and he has these boundaries he’s set for himself in his head, and this is crossing all of them. He would feel honored to be invited into the farmers home, would compliment their footie pajamas, but would probably draw the line once he was supposed to hurt the one he love- I mean, um, was friends with. The farmer probably invited him over just to see how much they could make him blush in one night, tbh, because if they did their expectations were exceeded. (also please imagine Elliot watching Finding Nemo for the fist time and sobbing into the farmers should while they pat him on the back)

Shane… would not be expecting this kind of party. A whole night of drinking, smoking, petting chicks nabbed from the farmers pen, that would be what he was expecting. Loosely hanging linen pajamas and cuddling close under blankets? He would be.. a little out of his area of expertise. As long as the farmer took it slow, guiding him though the nights activities at his own pace, he might not just bolt for the door. Just face it though, the farmer would never get him to show of his tummy just yet, so he’d have to wear an over-sized hoodie instead of whatever they picked out for him. All in all, he’d hug the farmer pretty close to his chest that night, and you’d gain +1 Shane friendship.

Alex is best friends with Haley, YOU CAN NOT tell me he hasn’t had a sleepover before. He would be pretty confident to start of with, walks in in nothing but a pair of pajama pants and bunny slippers. He is the master of popcorn fights, and abuses his power, tickling definitely follows his supreme victory. The farmer and him would have a ridiculous fake argument over whether they should watch “Tarzan, The Ape Man” or “Howard The Duck” (It would get super heated really quickly until there was a moment of silence and then they’d both just burst into laughter in unison). Once whatever movie they decided on started to play, and the farmer snuggled up, Alex would suddenly got unnaturally quiet. So what if the farmer was leaning on him? Haley always said his bulk made a good pillow! It doesn’t mean anything, right?! This internal dialogue would continue tenfold when they went to sleep that night, Alex not getting any proper shut-eye. (If the farmer wrapped an arm around him in their sleep, that would not help, and Alex would later deny feeling all warm and fuzzy because of it)

 Sebastian would just. Shut. Down. Do I say yes and go? What if I embarrass myself? What if I have a weird dream about them? What if they want to change in the same room? But how do I even say no? If I don’t go they’ll think I’m too unavailable for them or that I don’t like them! What if they think I’m avoiding them! Oh Yoba I need a smoke… In the end Sam would catch on to how he was acting and explain to the farmer how nervous the sleepover was making Seb. The farmer would cancel it because “I forgot that I have to stay up late all week that week in order to catch this rare type of fish…” Sebastian would be happy, the farmer would be happy, everyone’s good.

Sam is the Platonic Man. The Bro. The Dude. Sam’s the best at separating those buddy-buddy moments from all that romance goopy shit. Like you wanna have a sleepover? Sam will carry over all his video games and game systems for you two to use, no hesitation. You wanna popcorn fight? You just got a slice of pizza in your face, deal with it! Cuddle and watch movies? More like cuddle and watch Adam Sandler movies while laughing your asses off at all the dumb jokes. He would even suggest other things, like makeovers or jam sessions or pillow fights. Sam is down. He’s probably suggested sharing a bed. His resolve breaks an inch when he wakes up in the middle of the night to use the bathroom and sees the farmer all curled up into his chest because shit he feels something a little bit more.

Harvey would do the one thing he knows how to do in tense social situations; spit medical jargon until the person talking to him gets bored and goes away. The problem is, the farmer doesn't get bored of listening to him, and as the night continues, his monologue gets increasingly faster and faster and his voice raises in pitch. The farmer would try to get him to settle down by watching a movie, but with their arms around his waist, oh Yoba… this man is screwed. He’d end up leaving early because of “work”, leaving the farmer to wonder what exactly they had been doing to make him so uncomfortable and how to avoid doing it again.

anonymous asked:

If London was a person, what would she be like?

I love this question.

To me, London is exciting, London wears what she wants, when she wants it. She accepts everyone regardless of who they are or what they look like, and she’s safe in the most adventurous of ways, and adventurous in the safest of ways. She makes you feel like you could do anything, without it being scary or overwhelming, and she doesn’t push you out of your comfort zone, but she makes you want to get out of it on your own. She’s the kind of person that stories are written about, who endless people get inspired by, and not in a cliche way - in her own, unique way. Everyone looks at her differently, if everyone wrote a story about her, every single one would be different but beautiful, and she means a great deal to a lot of people in a lot of different ways. 

London is adventure, and she’s comfort, and she’s knowing that no matter what, there will be something good on the horizon always. She’s light in the darkness, hope when you feel lost. She’s drinks at nights in your favourite place. London is the kind of person everyone would want to be friends with, but no one resents. 

She’d be lovely.

anonymous asked:

AU where Eliza is deaf and Angelica and Alex are friends (that being how Eliza and Alex meet ^^)

Again just gonna do a headcanon thingy (tho I rly like this so a fic might follow up, especially if you/other ppl want it) — again going modern

Send me fic/headcanon prompts!!

  • Eliza probs lost her hearing at a young-ish age due to like an illness??
  • She can read lips and communicate that way
  • She prefers signing over most things tho tbh — she’s done it most of her life, her parents started teaching her p early on
  • Angelica and Alex are pretty good friends, Angelica had a tiny crush for like five seconds but she got over it (he’s too much of a lil shit for her)
  • They’re probs like work friends, aka met at a job & primarily hang out like after work to get a drink
  • But one night papa Schuyler throws some kind of event and Angelica is like ‘come pls’ ‘why’ ‘because you just might make it tolerable’ ‘thanks?’
  • Alexander’s never met Angelica’s sisters but the minute he lays eyes on Eliza he <3____<3
  • So he goes to try and talk to her and Angelica is like this fuckboy is tryna chat up my sister dear god
  • And him being his rambly self, Eliza never has a chance to say ‘slow down, my dude’
  • Angelica is like ‘I told you she was deaf’
  • ‘you said your sister was deaf’ ‘sHE’S MY SISTER??’ ‘YOU HAVE MORE THAN ONE’
  • -_____-
  • Eliza is like oml
  • However Alex isn’t a total idiot and does slow down
  • And Angelica makes up for when he gets a little over excited by translating !
  • Eliza is already like aaaahhh he’s so cUTE #charmed by this huge nerd
  • Alex is determined to woo her
  • He probs drops off little notes at Eliza’s workplace (probs something with kiddos)
  • He also looks up signs and stuff and starts trying to learn with Angelica’s help
  • Angelica is happy he’s actually serious about Eliza but makes it v clear if he fucks up she will chop his dick off
  • Eliza and Alexander start hanging out/texting more and more
  • They’re both hella smitten
  • Eventually Alexander is pretty damn good at signing
  • They move in together eventually and like a year after that Alex proposes (not before asking for papa Schuyler and lbr Angelica’s blessing) probs in a cheesy but pure way
  • They’re fucking cute!!!

anonymous asked:

(energy drink anon) it's... a long story involving probably the world's shittiest impulse control and a very abstract understanding of the concept of time, and i'll admit not one i'm particularly proud of, but i will say it did not occur to me that it would be at all concerning until i saw your response so. yes yeah it's cool i'm just living my truth out here, this is who i am and i've accepted it. anyway love your fic, in the home made me cry like 12 different times i'm gonna black out now l8rr

Anon, I want you to know: I love you so much

Alison is A: Top 5 Season 3 Clues

1. A somehow knowing exactly which item each of the Liars put in Ali’s casket. The Ouija board piece makes sense because Mona was with Hanna at the time, but how would A possibly know that the earring belonged to Aria?

2. This strange appearance of Alison in this flashback…why would she appear like this if not to totally freak out Hanna?

3. A drugging Aria in the exact same way that Alison snuck a sleeping pill into her friends’ drinks the night she disappeared.

4. This vague and kind of creepy comment. No, we don’t know why Alison picked Aria (or the others), but this makes it seem like just friendship wasn’t exactly what she had in mind.

5. Red Coat arriving at Thornhill Lodge in a plane, when the only other person we know who has experience flying is Alison.

My sister-in-law came over for iftar today. It’s always nice to have people over during Ramadan because it always feels like everyday is a celebration. We laugh, we love, we eat amazing traditional food and we drink some tea laughing about all and nothing. I love these kind of nights. I love that during Ramadan everything feels so special. We learn to love ourselves again through spiritual guidelines, by reading Quran, by going to the mosque, by praying whenever we can, by talking to God. But we also get to spend time with the people we love the most. Our family, our friends. This month is truly magical. It is a pause we get. A break from all the wild the world gives us, all the noise, all the critics. And I like to go out right after I finish my dinner to look at the stars that shine brightly. I like staring at the moon standing still in the black sky. I like feeling the soft wind that caress my face. I like all of it. I love all of it.
I try not to listen to music as much as I did so I can hear silence better. There are so many words, so many nasty words that we repeat unconsciously and that we shouldn’t. So I’d rather listen to the sound of silence. It’s inspiring.

My sister-in-law and I were talking and she told me she went to pray to the mosque on Tuesday night. It had been a long time, she said. But she regrets she didn’t go that often. Because, she explained, when you go to the mosque, when you get in there by yourself, you feel like the world has stopped. And for the first time in forever, all your concerns are gone for awhile. Because you can pray without being interrupted. You can read as much Quran as you want. You can listen to the imam. Your phone is turned off. No tv, no computer, no internet can tell you what is going on in the world.
And when you leave the place, your heart feels light and peaceful. Nothing can make you mad. Nothing can hurt you. You’re quiet. Everything is quiet.

Ramadan is truly the best month of all and I pray for all of you guys to find the peace I am feeling right now. May all your worries leave your heart because truly, know that everything happening to you will go away somehow. Don’t get over yourself. It is fine.

(Again, if you have any questions towards specific Islamic stuff, please ask, even if you think it is dumb.)

Adorable Little Sugg

Request


It was no secret that Joe Sugg was the smallest member of the Buttercream Gang. Anyone could see it and that was even after Joe tried his hardest to shrug it off saying he that he was the same height as his mates when they were sitting down, he was still the most petite. 

He had always been this way, a trait that was passed down to him and Zoe by their parents, and no matter how hard Joe worked to build muscle and put on weight, it still didn’t help. 

Sure he looked great, his chiseled features becoming the most admirable thing about him among his younger audience, but that didn’t stop the boys from making fun of him. 

They never meant it as an actual insult, they were all just taking the mick out of him just like he would to either of them when he had the chance. But Joe’s build was something that would most likely stay the same from the rest of his life, so the jokes that Joe had to endure were also the same day after day. 

After all these years of friendship, its almost felt like the boys almost got bored at making these jokes. They didn’t laugh genuinely when someone cracked a joke, and honestly, Joe was glad his mates let up on the jokes. It got annoying at times and he was glad that they had over did it so that he could have time to be himself and not feel self conscious around them even though he knew they didn’t mean it in a hurtful way. 


Months had pasted and Joe had actually thought that his mates had had enough of their teasing. They quit making their snide remarks after taking a group picture, seeing the obvious height difference between the boys. Maybe because Joe had been sticking to the gym for nearly a year and he looked happier, healthier and stronger and they didn’t want to drag him down. 

The boys had all decided to go out one night which was exactly what Joe needed at the moment. He had been stressed over the projects that he and Caspar were creating for this production company and things weren’t exactly going as planed. A few drinks and a night out with his mates was exactly the kind of distraction he needed.

The night had started off just like any other. The boys had gone out for a quick dinner to start off their nights. The goal of the night wasn’t to get completely wasted so when Jack suggested getting food, nobody disagreed. 

When they all arrived at the club, like usual, the boys placed their bets on who they think would pull first and a few of them ventured out in the crowd while Joe and a few of the others stayed back to enjoy their drinks and each others company. 

As the night went on, the boys eventually all ventured out in crowd to dance or try to talk some girl into letting them have their phone numbers. Joe on the other had wasn’t worried about a phone number, instead he searched the awkwardly lit club for a girl who he had locked eyes with earlier. She had been with her friends all night but suddenly disappeared when Joe finally worked up enough courage to go talk to her. 

After what felt like hours of searching, Joe excepted the fact that she was off with someone else, someone who wasn’t scared to go up and talk to a beautiful woman. He turned back to his friends when he felt a tap on his shoulder. 

“Oh hey.” Joe said after turning around and recognizing the face as the one he had been searching for. 

“Hi.” She replied, a sweet smile gracing her lips. “I saw you staring, thought I’d come over and say hello.”

“Oh yeah, sorry. I’m Joe by the way.”

“No apologies, I’m Y/N. I wouldn’t have come over here if I didn’t want to get to know the guy who’d been looking around for me for the past hour.” 

Joe let out an awkward laugh, partly a little embarrassed that she saw him searching for her and partly because when he had first saw her, she was sitting down. She was now standing next to him and that was only when he noticed that there was a height difference. It wasn’t anything dramatic or anything, maybe a foot or two taller than Joe but then again she was wearing heals. 

“Oh please don’t feel embarrassed. I thought it was cute, adorable really. You are too.” Y/N said after Joe didn’t reply. 

Joe ordered the two another drink as they danced together, their hands quickly becoming aquatinted with each others bodied. After they had finished their drinks and had familiarized themselves with one another a little more, Y/N wrapped her arms around Joe’s neck and pulled him closer to her, their lips connecting passionately. She pulled away and whispered something in Joe’s ear before dragging him out of the club after he nodded and shot a wink to his mates.


The following morning Joe woke up to the sound of his phone blowing up. No it wasn’t the sound of social media notifications, but the sound of text messages. 

He blinked his eyes open and turned his head to where Y/N had fallen asleep hours earlier but frowned when he was met with an empty bed. The sound of anything text coming through made Joe groan before he rolled over and unlocked her phone, pulling up the group chat he had with his mates. 

‘Wakey wakey little Sugg’

‘An adorable little guy such as yourself shouldn’t waste the whole day away’

‘I’m quite surprised you could even reach her lips last night mate’ 

Joe read a few of the most recent texts before replying ‘Shut up I pulled didn’t I?’

‘You’re so adorable to think that were going to forget about this just because you pulled.’ Jack texted back. 

‘Yeah mate, looks like we’re not done with you yet!’ Mikey texted. 

‘Adorable little Sugg!!’ Joe read Caspar’s text before he read it again but this time from Oli, then Jack, and Josh and then seeing a picture come through from Conor where his contact name had been changed.

Joe threw his phone to the side as more texts from his mates came through. He ran his hands through his face and exhaled loudly before shaking his head with a slightly laugh. 

He was never going to catch a break.

No More Sad Songs

Originally posted by shineemoon

(Inspired by the little mix song )

Perhaps the girls were right. Perhaps having a night out in the club and getting absolutely wasted was what you needed to take your mind off your mistake; your joke of an ex boyfriend and the fact he’d found someone new. Honestly, you’d lost count of the amount of drinks you’d had and the night had barely started. The bass was only just kicking in and the music was so loud that it made the floor vibrate. Surrounded by people, you wondered how many girls were out doing the same as you and blocking out mankind from their brain, drinking their pain away. It was the kind of night where you danced with everyone you met, toasting to the future and doing shots until you felt your stomach burn. For the first time in a long time, you laughed and smiled, genuinely meaning it, feeling it in your heart. Your dancing turned sloppy as the minutes passed, your mind in a calm daze until your eyes locked on to his. 

Through the sea of people, the deepest dark chocolate eyes found you; you’d never forget his daze. His dark hair, milky skin and cheeky grin made your body buzz more than the vodka in your system and before you knew it, he spun you around and in to his arms. You opened your mouth to speak, stunned by him, only for him to gently place his finger over your lips with an iconic smirk. He moved behind you and held your hips as you swayed them to the optimistic, upbeat trance music and for some reason, you didn’t seem to care. The stranger was the most attractive man you’d ever seen in your life, making your ex look like a slobbering dog and already, this man was treating you like you were the hottest girl in the world, looking at you like you were pure gold. It was like he knew what you needed; someone to make you feel great, to give you confidence so when he wrapped his arms around your waist, his forehead brushing yours as you got close, you were reminded how thrilling it was to be single, to be free. You could barely breathe, his touch making your mouth as dry. He smelled amazing and he danced like a pop star; you were dying to know his name. All of a sudden, you felt sober under his touch, incredibly aware of his lips brushing yours and his fingers tracing the curve of your spine. 

“Kibum. Kim Kibum. Nice to meet you, beautiful.” 

It was a new beginning. 

“Just friends” *WARNING: SMUT

Request from anon: Could you do a Sammy visual or regular smut where y/n is Nate’s little sister and all the guys come over for their traditional movie night, but y/n and Sammy have always flirted and so they cuddle during the movie and Sam starts to tease y/n when almost all the guys are asleep and he fingers her? LOL uh, 

Y/N’s POV

“What’s up sport?” Nate walked in the house, rubbing my head, messing up my hair. “Ugh, hi,” I said annoyed because he knows I hate when he does that to me. Just then the guys started walking through the door too. As a routine, as each walked by living room table, I would hand off to them their favorite snacks and drinks. This wasn’t my first rodeo for these kind of nights with these boys. Every other Saturday was movie night at the Maloley house hold here in LA. Everyone was invited, even the couples. It was basically our only tradition as a whole family. We may all be doing our own things, but in the end, we will always come back to each other where we began. I love doing it. I love hearing the stories, hearing the laughs, trash talk, and “OH!” I squealed out, snapped out of my thoughts to my ass getting slapped. 

I turned to my left and smirked, “Missed me much?” I said, looking at Sam. Sam and I have an on and off flirtatious relationship. There are times where we’ll be really flirty and there are times where we are just friends. Those ‘we are just friends’ moments are when Stass, Jordyn, and or Kylie are around. Sam turns into a whole different person when he’s around those 3. I don’t know why but I really don’t question it. For the past couple movie nights, he would bring one or all of them. It’s not that we didn’t mind, we did sometimes, but we just didn’t want to piss him off that he wasn’t allowed to bring people he wanted. Nate and I love them, don’t get us wrong, but sometimes, it would be nice if it was just the crew. But the crew has been adding numbers to the crew so we don’t question it. 

“What’s on the menu for tonight?” He looks down at me with hungry eyes. He plants his hand on my ass cheek and squeezes it. I just bit the bottom of my lip, “Me.” I winked, and walked away to the living room where the guys were. I sat down on my usual spot and Sam walked in front of Johnson, “Move.” “What? This is my spot. This has always been my spot.” “Tonight, your spot is next to Hayes. Come on man.” I watched them argue back and forth. “Give me your gummy bears and it’s a deal.” Johnson said and Sam threw him his bag of gummies. Johnson smiled and got up to switch spots. Sam quickly sat down next to me on the two person couch and looked at me, and I looked back at him. “Oh no.” Nate said, getting up and sitting between us. “Nuh uh.” He crosses his arms, looking back and forth to Sam and I. Nate knew Sam and I were flirty with each other but it never went that far. He always prevented us from sitting next to each other or walking with each other or any of that. 

I just laughed at his childish big brother ways, “Oh Nathan. Nothing is going on between us. Swear.” I threw my hand up. “Then why did he switch seats with Jack?” He looked at me. “I was tired of the side view of the tv. I wanted front row seat this time.” Sam said behind Nate but he didn’t turn his face, still looking at me. I stared back at Nate, “We are just friends. Can you relax?” I put my arm around his neck and leaned my head on his shoulder. “I love you big brother.” I said sweetly. “Fine. Just friends?” He looks at me again. “Just friends.” He gets up from between Sam and I, slaps Sam on the side of his head, and goes back to his regular seat. Sam and I look at each other and burst out laughing. 

Whoever was the last game night champ got to pick the movies. Harry Potter SERIES. We started the first movie, and everyone was focused on the tv. My legs were wrapped under my blanket that I always use, sitting criss cross on the couch. The couch is so small for a 2 people couch, that my left bent knee extended onto Sam’s lap. But he didn’t mind. I didn’t notice that during the movie, he placed his hand over my thigh and just left it there. It didn’t bother me, he likes to do that a lot, so I am used to it. 

As the night went on, everyone got more comfortable in their seat, to the point where they started falling asleep. At the beginning of the second movie, I saw that everyone was sleeping, light snoring, heavy breathing, slow breaths, eyes closed, no response to my calls. Then I looked to my left and saw Sam wide awake. “So,” he says. I quickly glance at Nate and saw he was sound asleep. I made myself comfortable and cuddled up on Sammy’s side. We started whispering to each other, not wanting to wake anyone up. We were talking about things like his music and my work and helping out with Nate and his stuff. Talking to him made me remember some videos I came across on twitter the other day. 

“So,” I chuckled a little, “I heard you liked being called daddy.” He just threw his head back and quietly laughed to himself. “You saw the video?” “I did. I didn’t know you had a daddy kink.” “I don’t know what started it but a girl moaning daddy to me is the sexiest thing to my ears.” He whispers as his hands grip onto my thighs. “Oh really?” I placed my hands on his shoulder and leaned my chin on my hands as my face was facing the side of his head. “What if I said it?” I said seductively in his ear. I feel him squirm a little in his seat, “Nah, you’re my best friend’s sister.” He says calmly. I bit the bottom of my lip, smiling without him seeing me. I slowly moved my hand on his inner thigh and gently slid it up and down. I watch as he sits up straighter in his seat, and his eyes glued to the TV. I smirk, and started breathing softly in his ear as a tease. “Mmm,” I heard him groan in his mouth. “Quiet, daddy,” My hand slowly gliding up higher to his area, “You don’t want to wake everyone up, do you?” 

He groans again, his teeth gritted together. He quickly grabs my wrist with his free hand, and looks at me whispering, “Don’t start what you can’t finish baby girl.” His eyes were full of lust. “Fine.” I pulled my wrist from his grip and faced toward the TV. Sam threw the rest of my blanket over his legs. His hand slowly made its way under the blanket and lied on top of my inner left thigh. I tried to ignore it as he was trying to get me back. He slowly moved his hand closer and closer to my area. His gentle little glide sent shivers all over my body. He stopped once he reached my clothed pussy. I turn to look at him as his eyes were still glued to the TV. I felt his middle finger go up and down on my clothed slit making me wetter. “Do it.” I whispered to him. To my surprise he actually did it. 

His hand made its way up to my lower stomach and down my shorts and panties. My shorts and panties were tight around my figure so it felt like his hand was suffocated. I helped him out and moved my position where I sat in a normal position, legs hanging off the couch and my feet flat on the floor. I slipped my shorts and panties down to my ankles and opened my legs a little. He grins, “Easier access, I like it.” He whispers and continues his movements. His middle finger went up and down my wet slit, teasing me. My eyes roll back as his touch gave me chills. He leans closer to me, his head lying on my shoulder, looking at me. His finger still teasing me, “Fuuuck.” I murmured right in his left ear. I feel him laugh a little as 2 fingers go in fully. I started breathing harder as his pace went as fast as he could, without the sound of my wetness overpowering the movie. He started leaving kisses on my lips as I was too distracted at the pleasure he’s giving me. I started whining with my mouth closed, looking at him with pleading eyes. “Mmmmm, shiiiiiii,” I whispered., breathing heavily. “Please daddy,” I pleaded. He started fingering me faster but the sound of my juices got louder, 

I held tight on his wrist to prevent him from going faster because of the sound. Although it is music and sexy to both of our ears, not with 14 other people around. “God you’re so fucking wet.” He clenched his teeth next to my ear as I felt the need to return the favor. I kept my eyes wandering from person to person just in case they woke up. I stuck my hand in his pants and started jacking him off, pleasuring each other. 

Once I started jerking him in a faster pace, I felt him groan, “Ungh, Babygirl,” and he bit my collarbone. I guess he was so turned on by everything that it didn’t take him long to cum in his pants. Me on the other hand, he was going to slow that I have yet to cum. As I slowly took my hand out of his pants, Nate started moving and we froze our bodies. I turn to look at him as Nate’s eyes were still closed, his arms still crossed, and his head slouched on his shoulder. We waited a 2 minutes to make sure he was fully sleeping. As I gave Sam a coast clear, he started rubbing my clit. 

He slowly fastened his motion and started leaving kisses on my neck. I felt myself starting feeling on edge. He knew I was close too as he sped up on my clit, making me want to moan but can’t. “I’m going to come,” I started panting. “Daddy, I’m gonna cum.” We look at each other straight in the eyes, as he passionately kisses my lips. My body starts to shatter as I cum all over his fingers and moan in his mouth. His fingers start slowing down to a stop and removes his hand from my clit, making me shriek at how sensitive I felt. We release from our kiss, as his eyes were lazily looking from my mouth to my eyes. 

I turn to look to see if anyone woke up but no one did, and quietly stood up and quickly pulled up my shorts, tip toeing upstairs to the bathroom to clean myself up. I looked at myself in the mirror after i was done, “What just happened.” I took in a deep breath and walked to my room, sitting on my bed, back towards my door. Out of nowhere, I jump at the touch of someone, and Sam makes his way around, and sits in front of me. “Just friends?” He asks. “Just friends.” I reply back. He looks into my eyes, as our heads lean forward and kiss again. I pull away, confused. “Just friends?” 

“Friends who like to do this,” He leans in closer to me and leaves trails of kisses from my cheek to my collar bone. “Just friends.” I whispered to myself. Nathan can never find out about this, I think to myself. 


Note: I will not make make another part to this of “nate finds out.” or “they get together.” Just letting you know if you request it, it will not be done. 

anonymous asked:

Aramys playing with Theron's hair for the ask meme :D

This is literally one of her favorite things to do, no joke.  She’s very tactile and enjoys his hair very much.  I’m very happy you chose this one!  This one is short and sweet, and I loved writing it.

♧: Your muse playing with their hair 

Theron collapsed into the couch Aramys had curled herself into, a datapad in her lap.  He buried his face into a nearby throw pillow, arms wrapping around it as he let out a very loud sigh.
“Long day?” Aramys asked, not looking up from the datapad.  He only grumbled in response.  It had actually been a long day for the both of them, meeting after meeting, holocall after holocall.  Moments like these, where they had a moment to themselves, were rare; though it usually only happened when they were both too exhausted to do anything.  They had talked about maybe going to the cantina for drinks as a kind of ‘night out’ without having to actually go out, but Theron had already changed into a gray shirt and red sleep pants.  This meant they weren’t going anywhere tonight, but she wasn’t at all disappointed.
“I should go take a shower now that you’re done,” Aramys said, the smell of soap emanating from him reminded her of her own desire to be clean.  He shifted himself so his head against her leg rather than the pillow.
“Just another minute,” he said, flipping onto his back.  Aramys didn’t protest, appreciating his closeness.  He wasn’t a big cuddler, but there were moments like this where he just wanted to be touching her.  They were her favorite.
She went back to her datapad, hoping to finish quickly.  It didn’t take long before Theron batted the back of the pad with his hand like some kind of bored cat.
“Hello,” Aramys smiled down at him, placing the pad on the end table beside her.
“Hi,” Theron said.  His shoulders were tense and rigid, she could feel it.  He was thinking about something he didn’t like and was looking for some kind of distraction.
She moved her hand into his hair, it was still damp at the roots, but had yet to be styled in his usual way.  There was no point if they were turning in for the night.  It was soft and unburdened by product.  She loved his hair, it was softer than her own coarse black strands.  She remembered her father doing the same for her when she was upset, as she got older she began requesting him to do it.  He’d always oblige if he had the time between his duties.  Aramys found herself getting the same amount of pleasure by doing it to someone else.  She loved the way his hair felt between her small fingers, almost as much as he seemed to enjoy her touch.
She felt his shoulders release as she moved her fingers back and forth in slow soothing motions.  She quietly watched his eyes close and the corners of his mouth relax.  His breathe began to even out, slow and deep.
“Do the nail thing,” he mumbled after several minutes, eyes still closed.
“You’re being awfully needy tonight,” she teased, gently raking her nails against his scalp rather than the pads of her fingers.  He let out a content sigh.
“Yep.” A cute sleepy smile tugged at his mouth.

The lyrics “I hope the sun shines and it’s a beautiful day and something reminds you, you wish you had stayed, you can plan for a change in weather and time but I never planned on you changing your mind” will always hit me like a bus full of emotions.