funny how that anon ask came before i can post this

anonymous asked:

What's your opinion on this robot harry?For me it's so annoying he can't even pretend to be excited for his own tour, his social media presence is such a turn off

Well I’m sort of digging myself a grave with this one, but since I haven’t seen a post I can fully agree with, here we go. Disclaimer, I actually study this at uni. I was the Social Media Manager for the planning and putting together of a fashion show, on all platforms. I just handed in last month a 6-months marketing plan that was based around social media promo. So I do have a bit of knowledge in this area. I am by no means an expert, but this is my future field of choice, so I like to think I’m at least educated.

The situation isn’t as black and white as people have put it so far. All I’ve seen is “he’s horrible at engaging with fans” and “he doesn’t own you shit so stop complaining”. The answer is a very big grey area in which Harry’s actual social media presence fits perfectly in my opinion. First of all, there’s two main templates we studied for marketing purposes this year, Gaynor Lea Greenwood’s promotion suggestions (2009) and Burcher (2013)’s Paid, Owned and Earned media concept. Long story short, the first one is your traditional marketing campaign and the second one relies more on social media and advertising on it. Now, I think Harry’s team went for the more traditional approach, and let me explain why.

Harry started distancing himself more and more from twitter and Instagram ever since the hiatus started.Even before, during OTRA and MITAM promo, most of his tweets were promo stuff, lyrics I’m not sure we fully understand even now, charity work, promoting friends or tweeting about holidays/important days or events. His fan interaction has been low for quite a while, and I’m honestly baffled people are acting like this is news. Looking through his Twitter in 2015, there are some tweets to fans, yes, but they’re very sparse.I counted about 12 in 5 months, most of them in September, when Perfect came out, and around the release of MITAM.His tweets were mostly thanks to fans for various awards and nominalisation, promoting the songs/album, some lyrics and, without fail, after every concert he tweeted a thank you for coming.

It felt more personal than what we have now (tho in all honesty, his tour hasn’t started yet and if we eliminate the OTRA tweets it’s already a different story), but Robot Harry has been a thing then, and people were riding along with it instead of condemning it to the extent they do now.But, the thing is, Harry didn’t have the entire burden of engaging with the fanbase like he has now.Louis, Niall and Liam always took turns in taking the lead in replying to fans and interacting with them, which allowed Harry to do his part and everyone was mostly happy.

And yet, I personally don’t feel this frustration many people feel. I think it’s quite interesting actually. A bold move that wouldn’t work for other artist whose career relies on people who live and breathe social media (maybe Beyonce or Adele, but they are in another league). I was very intrigued by Harry’s statement in the Behind the album video, in which he said that there was a time in his life when people knew everything about him, and he didn’t like it.He has been overexposed since 2012, his personal life splashed across tabloids, fake relationship or not.And now he disappeared for a year (and has been retreating into himself for at least 2) and he wrote this mysterious™ album, trying to see if people can listen and understand it without knowing much about the current him. In this context, having an album that surrounds itself in mystery and then doing 4 Q&As on twitter and 3 livestreams sends…extremely contradictory messages. I can, and will fault his team for presenting a dual image of Harry that sometimes makes 0 sense, for handling a lot of things so poorly, and for the entire Carolina mess, but I will say that his social media fits this old school mysterious rockstar image they’re showing of him. I also think his actual reason is very personal and very real, and I respect the fact that he didn’t compromise this choice he made for promo purposes.

His promo relied on more traditional channels. TV and radio appearances, print magazines, and most importantly, the secret gigs. Now, I’m sorry, but I felt entirely more connected to Harry running across London at 8AM in my pyjamas than by any twitter spree he’ll ever do. I never did this before. This reminded me of the stories my dad told me, of queuing up for days in front of the box office so he’d get the tickets when they went on sale. It was very old school and it worked for me. It was a phenomenal experience, something I will never forget. And he did this for us. All profits went to charity, he didn’t do this for money. And while I know this was for a few selected cities and a handful of lucky fans, it was intimate and it was special and I think everyone, regardless if they were there, or vicariously living through pics and videos, felt a connection to Harry. We got emotional on his behalf when he sang with his idol on stage 2 weeks later, you don’t do that for someone you have no connection to.

Now, the actual reason I’m happy with what we’ve got is that it is genuine from my POV. Liam is the perfect candidate for a comparison, since he also took a bit of a break from social media (not as heavy as Harry’s, but he definitely wasn’t as active as Louis or Niall) and his promo is as textbook as it gets. He slowly, but surely increased his activity since January, a few more tweets, a few more pics on Instagram.A big turning point was April when he posted 13 pics on Instagram, compared to 8 in March, 4 in February and 3 in January. His Twitter went through a similar process.Now, the moment he started posting more, I knew his music was gonna be out soon. It’s pure marketing. You start your campaign weeks before the actual launch, it’s only natural. Unless you want to drop it as a surprise, but that’s another discussion. Actually Harry did it too, with the TV ad, but that was ruined by the info getting leaked beforehand and everyone getting pissed off by that so whatevs. Now, Liam is going for the approachable celeb route. Streams, Instagram stories, snapchat, tweeting fans, loads of pics, videos with popular Youtubers. It’s nice and about as well handled as it gets (apart from that weird video release earlier than it should have been and Liam just generally being a bit…odd?off?idk how to explain it, but a lot of people feel the same way from what I’ve seen). It fits with the image Liam is going for, it aims at the right target audience. He’s not trying to enter a new market like Harry is. He’s consolidating his place in the current market from what I’ve seen (and I’ll admit I haven’t followed his promo as closely as Harry’s). Trying to imagine Harry doing this sort of promo doesn’t really work for me.

Niall has been present on and off social media ever since he came back from his trip last year. Literally, if I pull up the calendars people have been making each month, he doesn’t get more than a handful of days without doing something, so it’s unfair to compare him to the others, since he’s always around and posting and doing stuff.

Louis deserves a better team and I won’t have anyone uttering anything else in my presence, and yet somehow, despite Niall’s constant presence and Liam’s textbook engagement, I’ll never feel as connected to them as I feel to Louis. Louis’ tweets are the perfect mixture of absolutely adorable fan service (“our year” 😭😭) and some of the things he’s passionate about (tv shows, fashion, footie/sports). His promo for JHO was….I have no words for it and I’m gonna have a rage fit if I start thinking about it, but his overall persona is charming and endearing when he’s posting things himself. He created a real communication channel between us and him and he knows how to use it when he needs to send a message (warning selfies anyone?Only you?). There’s an actual analysis of Instagram stats that shows he’s the number 1 male account in engagement and overall likes and that doesn’t surprise me one bit. Louis is a smart businessman, he has a loyal fanbase who is here for him through thick and thin.

And on top of everything I said so far, none of them owe us anything outside the promo bubble. Apart from shoots, songs/albums/tours info and official announcements, they do not owe us anything. If they chose to share a picture from their home, that’s their personal space, and while it’s good for PR, amazingly good in a society that thrives from the feeling of knowing everything about everyone (like what’s your fave’s breakfast and how’s their cat is doing), it’s still a part they can choose to keep private and no one should be entitled to ask for more.

Have you seen Adele’s Instagram? It gives you this illusion of closeness to her, with make up free selfies, funny poses and landscape shots. Too bad literally everything is from touring and other official appearances right? There’s one picture of her home, and that’s to celebrate the end of the tour. Harry sort of did the same with the booklet pictures. He allowed you into his personal space in a controlled manner, just like Adele did. Only he did it in a different way. His promo is just different and you have to think a bit outside the box to see that he actually did a lot of things other artists do. Just a bit differently. Was it perfect?Fuck, no. Was it as bad as many people make it look like?Personally, I don’t think so. It was just different and people are entirely justified to see it as a good or a bad thing. I see it mostly as a good thing. Mostly.

Devil Eyes

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary (Request) :(Anon) OMG I saw the Sebastian pic you reblogged, and baaaam an idea popped up haha. Would you write something where Bucky is a mechanic and one time you go there cause your motorcycle broke down and you’ve heard he’s good. So when you get there he’s wearing a muscle Shirt, is all dirty and Looks pretty hot with his metal arm. So after you watch him fix your bike you can’t resist the way he also Looks at you, so it happens that you end up in shower together. Later then he asks you for a proper date? :)

Warnings: Smut. You know the drill. ;)

A/N: I am so sorry to the anon that sent me this weeks ago and it took me FOREVER to write. I’ve been going through some stuff these past few weeks and it was really tough to get focused on my writing. But I promise to all of my followers that I will start posting more often, both reader inserts, and more chapters for Ineffable. I love you guys. <3

This is the photo. 

“So, how long have you been doing this?” You asked, trying not to sound as if you were salivating at the flawless form in front of you trying to fix your motorcycle. His skin was glistening in the strong light he had shining over him, (Or the motorcycle, but no need to get into details) so that he could have proper sight of the structure before him in the dark garage.

           “I don’t know, a couple of months.” He replied, looking up at you for a moment before grabbing for another one of his tools.

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pairing: lams (hamilton/laurens)

modern AU

request: anon: Okay so on twitter there is a john Lauren’s bot and there is one tweet that says “alexander punched the mirror and now his hands r bleeding and i am kissing them better” and me and my friend said that would be a great fic idea and you’re a great writer and I was wondering if you can write it. I would appreciate it so much but you don’t have to if you don’t want to. Thank you if you do and thank you for reading this ask😘

word count: 1119 (finally a decent ish length again)

warnings: swearing

a/n: I’M SO SORRY I’VE BEEN SO INACTIVE I HAVEN’T POSTED IN OVER A WEEK. i’ll go back to updating regularly soon. maybe. i made this longer and added domestic stuff, hope you enjoy :)



There’s a loud shattering sound and John winces, recognizing the sound of breaking glass. Alex is in the bathroom, and he’s probably broken that little mirror that John doesn’t even know where it came from.

But nope, there’s a loud holler of pain from the bathroom, followed by a string of curse words from Alex. Worried now, John hops up and knocks on the door. “Alex? You okay?”

“No,” Alex growls, his voice filled with pain. “Because Thomas Jefferson exists.”

“Alex, babe, I know Jefferson’s horrid, but why are you hurt? And why is the mirror smashed?”

Alex opens the door and presses a washcloth to his hand, wincing. “Um.”

John peeks past his boyfriend. The large mirror above the sink has been punched, and shards of glass litter the tiled floor. “What the hell?”

Alex half-grins. “Let me explain.”

“What did Jefferson do to make you break our mirror? Good luck explaining this one,” John says, accentuating the words mirror and this.

“He somehow got my number and sent me half a dozen texts while I was washing my hands and my gosh he just makes me so mad, John, you gotta understand! And he goaded me, and wouldn’t shut up and uggggggggh. So, I, uh…”

“Punched the mirror,” John supplies, and Alex nods, unable to meet his boyfriend’s eyes.

John sighs and grabs some bandages to patch up Alex’s bleeding hands. He doesn’t say a word, and neither does Alex, not even when John puts the ointment on and it has to hurt.

“Thanks,” Alex mumbles when John’s finished. John lifts Alex’s knuckles to his mouth and kisses the bandages. Alex breathes in sharply.

“What?” John asks, a teasing glint in his eyes. “Something wrong?”

“You…just…still wanna kiss me after I ruined the bathroom?”

“Not till you clean up the broken glass,” John shoots back, and he leaves the room.

“JOHN LAURENS!” Alex shouts, but John can tell that there’s no real anger behind it. He grins to himself.

Some time later, Alex emerges from the bathroom with the remainder of the mirror in a baggie. “What do we do with this?”

“Put it over there,” John says, waving in the direction of the corner. “Not sure. I’ll Google it later.”

Alex sets the bag down and then sits next to John on the couch. Silence lasts a full six seconds before he bursts. “I’m sorry, John.”

“Sorry for what?” Alex apologizing for anything is rare, and John wants to draw it out, savor the moment.

“For breaking our mirror.”

John nods. “And?…”

Alex looks confused. “And what?”

“For being…”

“No. I am not apologizing for that,” Alex says. John turns away. “No, please no,” he whines. “That asshole doesn’t deserve it.”

“I’m not kissing you till you say you’re sorry for getting mad.” John doesn’t even look at Alex, and he wonders how long it’ll be till the other man cracks.

Alex lasts an impressive seven seconds this time before cracking. “Fine! Fine! Fine! I’m sorry for getting so mad at Jefferson! I won’t even block his number! Fine! Will you kiss me now?”

“Say it in a nicer tone,” John instructs, holding in a laugh. It’s cute how Alex gets so worked up over silly little things like this.

“I’m. Sorry. For. Getting. Really. Mad. At. Jefferson. And. Breaking. The. Bathroom. Mirror.” Alex’s tone is even and measured, and even though he pauses after every word, it’s good enough for John.



“Mirror, mirror, on the wall, who’s the fairest of them all?”

Snow White is playing on the TV. John and Alex’s daughter, Mindy, is captivated by the movie. She’s about three and has recently discovered the exciting world of Disney. Alex shoots John a glance as the evil queen talks to her mirror, and Alex suppresses a giggle.

“Remember that day?” John asks, not taking his eyes off the screen. He tries to be quiet, but Mindy still turns around and gives him a shushing motion. He nods.

“Yeah,” Alex breathes into John’s ear. It tickles. “When I broke the mirror, and you made me apologize.”

“And then the next day I made you apologize to Jefferson. To his face.”

“That scarred me.”

“But then you and him stopped being at each other’s throats twenty-four seven, and I got to hear about things that weren’t Jefferson being terrible. That was nice.”

Alex laughs soundlessly. “I did talk about him a lot.”

“You’d think that you were secretly soulmates or something.”

“Ha. No.”

“Will you guys shut up, please?” Mindy asks, turning with a look of indignance on her face. “I can’t hear.”

“Sorry, sweetie,” Alex says, kissing her forehead. “You wanna restart it?”

“Just back to the mirror scene,” the little girl decides, snuggling in between her dads. “That’s the good part.”

John doesn’t want to laugh, but he does, and Mindy fumbles for the remote, hitting several different buttons before finding pause. “What’s so funny, Daddy?”

“It’s a long story,” Alex explains.

Mindy crosses her arms. “We got time.”

“I see you’ve taught her well,” John mumbles to Alex. Alex grins with half of his mouth.

“So back before we got married, before we adopted you, your daddy had…issues with this one guy he worked with,” John starts.

“He made me so mad,” Alex adds.

“It’s not good to be mad at people, Daddy,” Mindy says. “It makes you mean.”

Three year olds are so pure.

“Anyway, he sent your daddy some texts that made him very mad, and so he punched the mirror in the bathroom and broke it.”

Mindy’s mouth falls open. “Daddy!”

Alex holds his hands up. “Guilty.”

“That’s why the mirror scene is so funny to us,” John finishes.

“Didya get a new mirror?”

“I think so. I hope so,” Alex says, worry creeping into his tone. “Wouldn’t want someone to be renting that apartment and find no mirror.”

Mindy giggles. “Okay, can we watch the movie now?”

“Sure thing, sweetheart.”

Some time later, Mindy’s fallen asleep, and Alex carries her to bed and tucks her in. “Goodnight, kiddo. Sweet dreams. Don’t punch any mirrors.”

“Is that just gonna be a running inside joke now?” John asks. Alex nods and then kisses him briefly. John tries to melt into the kiss, but Alex is already pulling away.

“Where are you going?” John mumbles, uncertain.

“To finish the movie, duh,” Alex shoots back. “We can cuddle on the couch.”

John happily skips after him and settles next to him. Alex hits play and then kisses John, and it’s nice, it’s so nice to be here and in love and raising a daughter and having inside jokes, even if the jokes are about Alex breaking a mirror.


likes are appreciated, reblogs are WONDERFUL, comments make my day

anonymous asked:

Hey there B! So I just saw ur post, and I was wondering if you could write a Drabble where Tom friend zones the reader like on another level, but then regrets doing that when reader moves on? And can it end in fluff? Thanks so much Plus the gifs you pick when u post give me life!!!❤️😂

Originally posted by vickydrogaax

Sorry this one took so long! I really gotta finish them now because an Anon called me out😂

You and Tom had been working on the second Spider-man and had been pretty close. But what Tom didn’t know is that you had a major crush on him and wanted to pursue a relationship.

You and Zendaya were on the way to her trailer when she was trying to hype you up to finally ask him out. “You got this girl!”, “You’re the most gorgeous girl I know and he’d be an idiot not to want you! You’re smart, funny, I could o on and on!”

You lightly bounced on your toes with your coffee in hand. “Okay! I got this.” She opened the door to her trailer were Tom, Haz, Laura, and Jacob were hanging out. 

“Hey you guys!” Tom said looking up from his phone. You melted at his voice, his hair, his eyes, just everything about him made you scream internally. 

You smiled and sat next to him and as time went ass you could feel Zendaya staring a hole into your head. You felt your phone vibrate and you read the message, Do it! Or I’ll do it for you!

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17 on Tumblr (Jun)

hohoho here is the requested Jun on Tumblr! can you believe I actually got around to continuing this series lmaO

  • *cracks knuckles* *rubs hands*
  • let’s get started hohoho
  • okay so we all know Jun reads novels online and what not right
  • and seventeen has shamelessly, on a few occasions, admitted to searching themselves up online
  • so one day, Jun, being, well, JUN, searches up a fanfic about himself and he’s casually scrolling through naver when a title catches his eye
  • and it’s a posted on tumblr fic
  • at first he’s all like “????????” and innocently wonders what tumblr is, but then he asks vernon who then widens his eyes because yknow tumblr is mainly known for porn
  • he decides to venture into the unknown anyway
  • he starts off by reading the fic that got him there in the first place, and wow is he hooked
  • he kinda forgets that he’s the main character because it feels so surreal and different but at the same time similar to his own personality
  • but damn! he’s enjoying this fanfic way more than he should be
  • (don’t imagine an emo wen junhui staring at his phone intently at 3am about to internally explode because fic-him and the oc are giving each other the cold shoulder)
  • (and don’t imagine him stifling his laughs with a pillow to avoid waking up the other members)
  • yeah 
  • don’t
  • and let’s face it, he probably didn’t realise tumblr existed as a mobile app until he finished reading the entire fic
  • when he realises it is a mobile app he’s so excited and literally falls over himself downloading it
  • his username is probably some shit like “wjhui179696″
  • he searches up the fanfic that he read by the title, and finds the blog that posted it
  • and he’s awestruck
  • the blog is so pretty and the theme is so warm and the description is so nice and!!!!!!!
  • he falls in love instantly
  • guess who owns that blog
  • that’s right
  • you
  • and you don’t just post 17 fanfics, you also post a great deal of other writings and poems and short stories, but your svt stuff always seemed like the only things that got reblogs so you stopped writing your poems and stuff for a while and focused more on the fics
  • and wen junhui is so enamored he finds himself scrolling through your entire blog and looking through all your pre-svt stuff and he’s like
  • shit not only are they a seventeen fan, they’re also generally just a really good author and poet who puts out really meaningful things!
  • and you have this one poem written in chinese for a module you took a long time ago and it’s so beautiful 
  • that jun took a quote from that poem and used it as his kkt status
  • obsession?? noOooOoOOooo what psh
  • anyways
  • he notices you don’t write such stuff anymore and he gets kinda sad 
  • so he sends you an anon ask that goes “Hello I’m a new follower but I realised that you stopped posting your original poems and short stories after a while, is it okay if you let me know why?”
  • and you receive the ask and !!! you didn’t actually think anyone would notice that you stopped putting out those poems and stories because they never got many notes anyways
  • you’re kinda touched and a small grin forms on your face because someone actually noticed? 
  • and you reply with 
  • “nah it’s nothing I just thought people would rather read my 17 fics instead. but thank you so much for sending this ask in”
  • jun reads it an d lmao guess what he says
  • “Oh if that’s the reason then just send those poems to me! I’d be more than happy to be your only audience ;-)”
  • and you’re at this point giggling and smiling to yourself because THIS ANON IS SO GREASY AND THEY’RE ONLY ON ANON but they’re also really cute so you reply with 
  • “sure but first reveal your username ;-)”
  • so he messages you with a “wassup i’m the ;-) anon”
  • and from then on blooms a beautiful beautiful mutual friendship thing
  • like it’s super cute because the both of you tag each other in 17 shit and other funny stuff and while jun always knows the 17 stuff beforehand (because, he’s well, part of seventeen), he always finds himself chuckling at the stuff you tag him in
  • not to forget you keep by your agreement and send him a bunch of your poems and stuff, and he’s always so happy and ! to read them
  • plus he’s always really excited to check the message you leave him, especially if svt had a really grueling schedule and he was dead tired and exhausted
  • and he finds himself being more drawn to your personality as y’all talked more and more??
  • you’re also under the impression that his name is wendy because when you first asked for his name he typed wen and then regretted it immediately so he did a Save and now he’s wendy
  • ok fast forward a few months
  • jun just had a comeback and he’s dead tired
  • you still don’t know he’s The Wen Junhui
  • (also he has a habit of referring to himself as The Handsome One)
  • (and Hot Boy 101)
  • (and Sizzling Shenzhen Babe)
  • the list goes on
  • but one day you message him and you’re kinda curious about how he looks like so you’re all like
  • “hey Muscle Man shouldn’t you at least show me your face once and let me see for myself how hot you actually are?”  
  • “sorry y/n i’m really tired now, another time maybe?”
  • but you don’t think he’s being serious so you say “lmao then what bout a skype call? you can just sleep and i’ll just stare at your face, we both win”
  • when jun reads your message he gets upset and disappointed because! he’d just gone through a day of shit from everyone
  • he had to deal with recording for an hour because woozi wasn’t pleased with his one line
  • and he had to suffer through hoshi’s relentless nagging and tiring choreography
  • and he thought maybe opening up tumblr would make him happier but instead he came on to see you asking for a pic and not even taking no for an answer???
  • so he’s just like 
  • you know what fuck it i’m just going to stop replying them
  • anyway it’s not like they can know i’m wen junhui
  • so boom
  • jun ignores you for a good whole week
  • but then !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
  • in that week you actually manage to get tickets for seventeen’s fansign !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
  • you’re so pumped and hyped because YOU FINALLY GET TO MEET JUN AND !!!
  • he’s the literal love of your life how can you not get really excited
  • except, you still feel kinda shit because wendy (jun) hasn’t replied you for ages
  • okay maybe it’s just a week but still
  • so before you go for the fansign you drop wendy (jun) a message telling him that you finally get to meet your idols and that you’re sad he can’t be with you :’)
  • and then right before he gets onto the fansign stage, jun reads the message
  • he panics for a while but manages to stay calm because lmao its not like they know i’m their online friend psh it’s all aight
  • but when he gets up there he sees a person sitting in a corner alone, with no fancy dslr but a small iphone camera, eagerly waiting for him to come out and 
  • he knows that’s you
  • you look so happy yet slightly :( and he can’t help but feel slightly guilty
  • so when it comes to your turn with jun,
  • you tell him how much you adore and love him (at this, jun blushes and eye smiles) but then you ask him for advice on how to apologise to a friend
  • and he goes from :-D to :-( real quick
  • because although that confirmed his suspicions about you being his amazing author memey mutual, he felt really really bad about making you feel shitty
  • so he’s like “wait let me show you a magic trick”
  • “take out your phone”
  • “you wanna apologise through text right?”
  • at this you nod your head fervently 
  • jun takes out his phone too
  • and he’s like “okay go to your chat, and on 1,2,3…”
  • a new message bubble pops up and 
  • “why use facetime when the real deal’s in front of you?” 
  • he shows you his phone screen with the exact same chat log as yours
  • and you’re just like !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! WHAT !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
  • he smirks and puts a finger to his lips
  • “sh’’
  • when the fansign ends, you’re so certain that it’s all a dream that you check your phone again
  • at this point another message pops up 
  • it’s an selfie of jun at the fansign location with his finger poking a far off image of you in the background
  • “how’s this for a picture? get home safely ah my dear carat! ;-)”
  • and that’s when you realise your mutual’s name isn’t wendy, but wen jun hui

!!!!!!! finally done with 3/13 of this series! i’ll finish the rest and update the masterlist in my free time so please be patient!

requests are open!

love, jyn

anonymous asked:

#36 with Justin Foley

fuck yes,, protective beans yes pls. thank ya for requesting, enjoy!! xx

is this even protective?? idek but either way,, here you go yo

#36: Protective them in party scene.

You laughed loudly at something Montgomery had said, almost spilling your cup of water onto the expensive couch. “Oh my god,” You wheezed. “And they just walked away?!”

Monty laughed, grinning wide. “Yes! It was so fucking funny I could have died.”

You wiped your teary eyes, your tipsy mind was causing everything to be a bit funnier than they usually would have been. Justin sat beside you, watching your interaction with Monty, a beer can to his lips, eyes peering over. You could sense his watchful gaze, wondering why he got so protective at parties - he knew you wouldn’t do anything, but he was just weary of the other guys, especially if they were high or drunk, like Monty right now.

“Hey, Justin,” Bryce piped up, you looked at Justin to see his beer can come down from his lips and the curt nod he offered to Bryce. “I’d watch Monty if I were you, your girl’s having more fun with him than you.”

You rolled your eyes. Bryce always just had to ruin the mood of every room, like he honestly said things because he knew they would piss someone off. And this time it was Justin. Monty let out a small sigh beside you, shaking his head. You knew Monty wasn’t going to try anything on you. He may be a cocky piece of work when he wants to be, but he would never hurt his friends intentionally. 

“Shut up, Bryce.” You spat, placing your hand on Justin’s thigh.

Bryce laughed. “Whatever, Y/N.” He took a swig of a spiked punch mixture, turning back to watching the beer pong game outside.

You let out an angry sigh, looking over to Justin. He shook his head, turning away from you. For fuck sake. “You know what, Bryce?” You asked, causing him to turn back around and face you, a smug smirk set in place. “You really need to learn when to zip it. All that ever spouts from that mouth of yours is complete shit, and I’m tired of it.” You admitted. “How about for once, you maybe think with the part of your brain that isn’t a dickhead,” His smirk dropped. “Or is that too difficult for you? Has is entirely gone now?”

Monty snorted a laugh to your right, distracting himself with the video game he was playing on the tv. You didn’t look at Justin, but he stayed quiet, observing the new interaction.

“Y/N, maybe you should leave.”

You scoffed, standing up. “Fuck off, Bryce. I’ll leave myself.”

You pushed passed him to get to the door, but he roughly grabbed your arm, pulling you back toward him. “Bryce!” Justin yelled, jumping up from the couch. You pushed at Bryce’s hands and arms, his drink almost spilling all down you. Justin pushed his poor excuse of a friend away from you, pinning him to the wall. “What do you think you’re doing?!”

You stood there, watching as Justin’s arm came up to trap Bryce by pushing on his chest. “Woah, man, blame your chick.” Bryce held his arms up either side of him defensively - like it was my fault.

Justin narrowed his eyes at the jock. “She isn’t my ‘chick’, Bryce, she’s my fucking girlfriend, and I’d appreciate some damn respect for her!” He pulled his arm away before pushing his chest roughly, however Bryce didn’t fight back. “We’re leaving. Thanks for your hospitality.” Justin spat venomously, grabbing your hand and pushing the door open, letting you go out first.

You yelled goodbye to Monty, is whom just let out a short and loud laugh. What the fuck just happened?

* also: i’m not taking requests for like a week, so i’m sorry if you want to send one in! if you do send one still, it won’t be posted for a while. thank you for understanding. *

anonymous asked:

Speaking of Julian! I need a fic/drabble of him crushing on Isak? Bc that boy was so busy having a crush on Jonas, he probably wouldn't have noticed?? But we all saw Isak in s1. How could Julian NOT have had a crush on him?

things julian dahl notices about isak first:

  • his instagram name is a stupid pun
  • his hair can probably house a family of birds
  • his smile makes the flash on the pictures he takes of himself obsolete
  • his girlfriend is pretty, objectively, and she looks enamored with him

things julian dahl notices about isak after they start talking:

  • he absolutely believes he can rap
  • he can make conversation about any subject you put forth, even if it’s a half-assed one
  • he doesn’t notice when he’s being flirted with, but he sure giggles like he’s aware
  • he thinks ‘me gusta’ memes are still funny, and will defend them by reminding julian they’re the reason memes even exist today with a fiery passion
  • he has a crush on his best friend, though julian can’t tell you if he knows that yet

things julian dahl notices about isak too late:

  • he stops crushing on jonas somewhere at the beginning of second year
  • when julian makes a joke, he doesn’t laugh as hard anymore, his gaze often locked somewhere over julian’s shoulder
  • his eyes flit around the hallway desperately some days, as if looking for something (someone?)
  • he starts missing all the pregames and parties his friends are going to, and they never know what to tell julian when he asks after him
  • he’s quieter at school, keeps his head down more often, is only loud when he’s fighting with his locker
  • he looks tired, and sometimes worried, but sometimes he’ll stop to gaze at a group of tall third years sitting across the yard and look okay, maybe relieved, for just a second, then go back to looking tired and worried again

things julian dahl notices about isak post even bech næsheim:

  • if his smile could make camera flashes obsolete before, now they could put the sun to shame
  • when he thinks no one’s looking, he’ll brush his fingertips against even’s, and they’ll both share a quiet, tender look that goes unnoticed by mostly everyone around them
  • he rarely looks tired anymore, and he’ll laugh at the things julian has to say again, maybe just not as hard as before
  • he stops pretending to care about the things he doesn’t care about, and julian hasn’t seen him so much as look at a skateboard since even came into his life
  • when he’s walking beside even, his posture is comfortable and relaxed, and sometimes he’ll laugh so loud he throws his head back and even’s eyes will shine with what julian can only define as wonder
  • (and he knows it’s wonder, because julian knows firsthand what it’s like to be mesmerized by isak valtersen)
  • and now, when he and julian talk, he’s always paying attention – his gaze is never locked over julian’s shoulder, and it takes julian a couple of days to realize that it’s not because of julian, nothing’s ever because of julian anymore; it’s because isak now knows exactly where even is, at all times, he never has to look, and when he does look, he never has to worry–
  • now, he knows even is always looking back
Bathwater- Auston Matthews

Originally posted by yourhockeyboys

Ok so I had a harder time with this song because I could have taken two different meanings from it, but I went this way and I hope you like it anon! Enjoy!

Warning: a curse word or two

Anon Request: can I request a auston matthews one inspired by bathwater by no doubt? thank you and i love your writing!!


              “Love you, babe” Auston said over the Facetime connection.

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Attacked Part 2

Hellooo my beautiful people! So this is part two to this imagine, and I’m honestly surprised by how many of yall  requested part 2. I was suffering from a bit of writer’s block(as always) for this story, but I got this idea from an anon, so thank you so much whoever you are. I don’t think it’s all that and a bag of chips, but it’s pretty good. I hope yall like it!!

It’s been weeks since Calum, or anyone, has heard a word from you. After the day you left, it was as if you’d dropped off the face of the earth. You weren’t active on any social media, you wouldn’t reply to anyone’s text, and no one knew where you were. Well, besides your bestfriend of course. You were living with her until you could find a place of your own, but from the looks of it, she wasn’t letting you leave any time soon.

“You gotta get up Y/N. We’ve been locked in my apartment for weeks.”

“I don’t wanna go out there.”

“Are you still scared?” She questioned with a sigh, sitting on the edge of the spare bed.

“No, it’s just…the world is so fucking cruel. I’d rather be locked in here than be out there.”

“Good point, but we’re leaving.”

“Y/BF/N, no.” You whined as she pulled the covers off of you. You attempted to tug them over your head but she yanked harder and they fell to the floor.“ I don’t wanna.”

“But you’re gonna. Now get dressed so we can go catch a movie or I’m dragging you out the house in penguin pajamas.”

“Calum, you’ve seriously have to stop this.”

“Stop what?” He looked up at his best mate in confusion.

“All this moping around.” Luke sighed, plopping beside him in the black SUV.The four boys were just now leaving their hotel for a scheduled meet in greet in thirty minutes.

“I’m not moping.”

“Then what do you call it?”

Calum only stared at Luke blankly for a few seconds before rolling his eyes and letting out an exasperated sigh.

“So what if I’m moping? ”

“Luke, leave Calum be.” Ashton sighed as he and Michael climbed into the next row of leather seats.

“I’m just sayin’.” Luke shrugged his shoulders.

“My girlfriend got attacked, left me, and then disappeared all in the same day.” Calum complained.“I deserve to mope.”

“And I understand that, but-”

“But what?”

“Nothing, mate. Nevermind.” Luke gave up on trying to prove his point knowing it was damn near impossible with Calum. He pulled out his earphones and stared out the window as he drowned his friends out. 

Even though Calum knew that he wouldn’t find anything on your social media pages, he decided to check again just in case. He started off with your twitter, sighing when the last thing he saw was from the day before you left. He then went to check your instagram, his heart beating fast when there was an upload of you and Y/BF/N cheesing at the camera. The two of you seemed to be in a arcade having the time of your lives.

“She uploaded something!” Calum grinned from ear to ear and turned around in his seat to show everybody.

“She looks like she’s okay.”Luke concluded after examining the photo.

“Really? I was starting to think she was dead.” Michael joked.

“Now do you feel better knowing she’s safe and sound with Y/BF/N?” Ashton questioned and Calum nodded.

It was eating him alive that he didn’t know what happened to you or where you went. After you left Calum felt broken; it was as if a piece of him was missing. After being with someone for almost two years and living with them for one, something just always feels off. He often finds himself  subconsciously making and ordering food for two, turning over in the middle of the night to cuddle, and even walking to the other room to show a funny meme even though she’s no longer there. These past few weeks have been hard on him and it definitely didn’t help that he was worried sick about you.  

It didn’t take long for the band to arrive at the venue. Of course it was surrounded by screaming girls and the boys knew that it was going to be a long day. They all smiled kindly and waved at the fans as they walked entered the building to get set up at the long white table, taking their seats and waiting for the security to start allowing the fans to come in. It was going normally; they were asked a lot of questions, goofed around, signed, hugged, and took pictures with the girls. It was only when a two girls showed up and began having a conversation about Y/N with Calum when he really started to get in his feelings.

“Have you heard from Y/N? Is she okay?” The teen asked, reaching to push loose strands of auburn hair into her ponytail. 

“I haven’t been able to talk to her,”Calum shrugged his shoulders,” but she’s okay.”

“I saw what those girls did to her. It was so fucked up.”

“Yeah.” Her friend shook her head.”We were about to ask her for a picture when they just attacked her. She wasn’t doing anything but getting cereal.”

“You were there?” Calum furrowed his eyebrows and the two nodded their heads.

“Yeah, I recorded it and posted it on tumblr. It went viral there, I’m surprised it isn’t viral on twitter.” The girl spoke as she unlocked her phone and began to search for the video.

“It’s time for you girls to move now, we have others who want pictures with Calum.” One of their security guards came to escort them to the exit, but Calum told him to wait.”Calum-”

“It’s about, Y/N, it’s important.” 

That was all it took for the guard to leave them alone. You had made good friends with the 5sos crew. Almost everyone accepted you as if you were their daughter, so when they found out what happened they were devastated.

“Here it is.”

“We haven’t found their twitters or instagrams or whatever, but a lot of people on tumblr are still looking.” Her friend informed and Calum felt his eyes watering as he watched them attack you.

How could they do this to you? How could they do this to anyone? Calum understood the dedication some fans had and he greatly appreciated it, but why would they go this far? He examined the girl’s faces anytime they appeared on camera and made sure to not forget them. 

“Uh, thank you for showing me this.” He sniffed, quickly wiping away the tear that escaped from his eye.

“No, problem. I hope you two can work everything out.” The auburn haired girl smiled and went for a hug, her friend joining in shortly. 

Calum allowed them to write their twitter and instagram accounts on his hand and gave them one more hug before they made their way out. It was around two hours later when there were only a handful of girls left and the meet and greet was almost over. Three girls were going along taking pictures with the others boys while Calum finished up with a dark haired girl.

“Hey, Calum!” A strawberry blonde and her two brunette friends made their way to them with huge smiles on their faces. Calum gave them a grin before bidding the dark haired girl goodbye, turning to give them his full attention.

“I can’t believe I’m actually meeting you!” The taller brunette squealed.

It took Calum some time, but soon he began to realise exactly who these three were. His whole mood was ruined as he felt his breathing become quicker and his body heat up from the anger bubbling inside of him. Calum was a gentleman, he knew he’d never hit a girl, but in that moment he wanted to drop-kick all three.

“It was you.” He simply said as he glared, wishing they’d disintegrate.


“You’re the ones that attacked Y/N!” He suddenly shouted, drawing everyone’s attention.

“Calum, you don’t know if-” Ashton walked over but was interrupted.

“I do! These girls showed me the video earlier and it was them!”

By now almost all of the remaining fans were quiet, watching the altercation with wide eyes. The fandom has seen Calum lose his cool with a sarcastic comment or slight attitude, but this? This was full out anger. Skin flushed, vein popping anger.

“Why would you do that?! What in your fucking mind would tell you to attack my fucking girlfriend and say shit like that to her?  She was minding her own business and you had the damn nerve to go up to her and assault her? What the hell did you think that was going to do, huh? Get you a better chance to be with me? Because I for sure wouldn’t want to go with selfish, evil bitches like you.”

At this point everyone’s mouths were dropped. The three girls stared at Calum with teary eyes, but he didn’t care. All he could see was red and the three girls who caused him and his love pain.

“Did you even think about what that would do to me? To her? Y/N’s fucking amazing! She was the best thing that’s ever happened to me! I was planning on marrying her soon and now you’ve got her too fucking scared to even be in a relationship wit me! I lost a piece of me because you had so much hatred for someone you didn’t even fucking know!” Calum’s eyes welled up with tears as he yelled at the girl.

“Calum, come on.” Michael grabbed his arm and he snatched away.

“No! They deserve this! They just get away with jumping my girlfriend and causing her to disappear from the face of the earth while I suffer and have to pretend that I’m fine when I’m not!”

“But they’re still your fans, Cal, you can’t just-”

“They’re not fans.”He corrected him.” Real fans would see how much I loved her and how happy I was with Y/N/. They wouldn’t attack her while she’s fucking grocery shopping and degrade her.”

Calum closed the top to his permanent marker and slammed it down on the table. He decided that he was done for the day and needed time to himself for now. Before he left, though, he was sure to say one more thing to the three crying girls.

“I have never been so disgusted by someone in my life.” He spat, eyeing them up and down. “The three of you can go fuck yourselves.”

Then he headed towards entrance to call himself a Uber.

Of course like all incidents like this one, it spreaded on social media quick. Everyone was talking about the video of Calum going off on fans, some justifying it, some not. Majority were saying that that’s what the girls deserved, but then again you had few that made Calum just seem like a horrible, out of controlled boy. Calum had his earphones plugged in and was huddled under the plush duvet in his hotel room, scrolling through the multiple tweets about what happened. He even smiled a few times, happy to know that almost everyone was on his side. He felt his phone buzz again and a text notification appeared on the screen. Calum ignored it, thinking that it was either management scolding him or the boys checking to see if he was okay. It was when it buzzed again did he look at the message as it appeared, his heart skipping a beat at the familiar number. He clicked it quickly and chewed his lip as it took him to his messages.

There were three text sent:

Are you okay?
I think we should talk.

Eh, I could’ve ended that better. There will most likely be a third and final part so inbox me if you think I should do that. For everyone who’s sent me a request, I’ve seen them and I’m working on them. Like I said, I have a bit of writer’s block and don’t wanna just give you a shitty imagine, plus I’m dealing with AP classes in school and just ugh.

If you liked this imagine here’s the rest of my writing: Masterlist

Sidney Crosby #1 - “I love you”

Anon asked: Can you write a Sidney Crosby image ? Prompt : first time he says he loves you . Have fun

Ah yes Squidney Crocsby. The man is a mess but I still love him so what can you do. Anon you said “have fun” so naturally I turned it into a bit of angst. This one is somehow even longer than the Zach Werenski one I posted recently. If only I wrote this much for my novel. Oh well. I hope you enjoy it!

Sidney Crosby was usually the picture of levelheadedness and being cool under pressure so of course your first “I love yous” had to be during a fight. The day had started off innocently enough; you came home to an empty house as you often did during the season. The Penguins were out of town until tomorrow so when your costars invited you out you were quick to agree. The outing was nothing more than going to a local bar and relaxing after a long shoot but the pictures taken without your knowledge took everything out of context. The angle and lighting warped the photos so it looked more like you and Jonathan, one of your costars, were cozying up instead of straining to hear each other over the noise in the room.

You and Sidney were not public with your relationship because you both favored your privacy, so the media was always speculating if you were involved with anyone. You had happily been with Sid for a while but no one besides your close friends and family knew. Unfortunately, Jonathan also played your love interest in the widely popular movie franchise and it only added to the so called evidence your fans put together insisting you two must be more than friends. During promotional tours or awards shows he was often your plus one because of how close you are and because Sidney couldn’t come with you. Apparently your acting was too convincing which in any other situation would be funny but not when your actual boyfriend could and would see the photos. You had nothing to worry about seeing as you hadn’t done anything but you still weren’t ready for the conversation.

You didn’t even know about the photos until the morning when you woke up in Jonathan’s living room with Carrie and Rachael. His apartment was the closest to the bar and you three along with your other costar Turner had stayed the night out of convenience.

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What Pretty Is

Prompt: Riley grows insecure about the triangle that once was and fears Lucas will get bored with her and realise he chose the wrong girl. 

Note: I have written something similar to this before which you can read here. As I was sent similar but more specific prompts I decided to write another version. All anon asks are attached at the bottom of the post :)

Word Count: 2268

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Unfortunately, Riley Matthews is no stranger to being bullied. Also, the quirky brunette has gotten used to other people having a say in her relationship, even though it upsets her. So when the two insecurity triggers collide Riley’s reaction is anything but rational. 

It all started one afternoon at school. Classes had ended and Riley fiddled in her locker with her books when two girls whom Riley had never met before approach. There was a stranger leaning against either side of Riley’s locker, one blonde and one redhead, each with devious looks on their faces. 

“Hello,” Riley gave them a smile each and held back her nervous laughter at how odd it seemed. 

The blonde girl nudged her head down the hallway and Riley followed the direction she was trying to highlight. Riley spotted Lucas and Maya walking together. Riley knew they had last period together and was waiting for them to all go to the bakery to study. Her best friend and boyfriend were in hysterics, laughing at something. Riley smiled at how happy they looked and the redhead let out a patronising ‘aww’. Riley turned to give her a funny look when the blonde girl snickered, “She doesn’t get it.” 

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What’s Up, Doc? Pt. 2 (Peter Parker One Shot)


“part two for whats up doc? ty! x” - anon

“Please please I’m begging you to post Part 2 of your What’s Up, Doc? fic! Pretty please!!! It is so awesome and it’s adorable when Peter tries to ask reader out, really funny :D” - 1022bridgetp

“PART 2 I NEED ;)” - sebastianstan-theman

“Part two please!? I love this so much 😍” - legendarydazekitten

A/N: I’m glad a lot of you enjoyed the first part! Again, I thought I’d be done with this story by part two but ideas kept flowing in! Part three will be posted if (and only if) requested! Btw, some details don’t align with the timeline of Peter Parker’s MCU character or anything but I made it fit the story so…yeah. Thanks for the requests and support, everyone :) Enjoy and let me know if you liked it!

Summary: Peter Parker’s regular ‘check-ups’ move from the Nurse’s Office to the reader’s bedroom.

Warning: Mentions of injury (and maybe incorrect treatments for them??? idk i googled it)! Captain America Civil War spoilers (not really lol)? Pretty dramatic.

Part One | Part Three

Originally posted by sexy-stan

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anonymous asked:

I saw you wrote that thingy about Trans!Will on his period and I was maybe wondering if I could request something like that? Like maybe... Will coming out to Nico or something like that? (I've never done this question thing before and its anonymous and my anxiety is urging me to press the cancel button and I don't know why 👀).

never be scared to send in an ask, on or off anon!! i love getting asks tbh… and i love writing trans will stuff!! i have another trans will coming out fic on my ao3 (willsolaceyall) so hit me up there if you wannu to!


Will didn’t hide any part of his identity - that wasn’t his style. He was a Loud and Proud kind of guy. Will Solace was the kind of guy to yell “I’m gay!” at the top of his lungs in response to any personal question. On top of that, he often wore the trans flag emblazoned on different jackets and shirts and even socks. On many an occasion, Will walked around camp with a giant pride flag draped across his shoulders as he zoomed around like a superhero and called himself ‘The Terf Destroyer’. 

So, he never thought he’d have to come out to Nico. But, apparently, he was wrong.

Nico’s eyebrows were furrowed in confusion, pretty dark eyes locked on Will’s blue ones. “Wait, wait,” he interrupted again. “You’re talking like you have that too?”

Will’s face scrunched up like he’d taken a bite of something both very sour and terribly alarming. “What, a period? That’s because I do. You know that, darlin’, don’t you?”

Bushy red hair came into Nico’s view and suddenly he was looking at Rachel with the same perplexed expression. “Are you alright, Nico?” she asks and suddenly Nico isn’t so sure.

“You’re a man..” his whisper came, quiet yet so loud to Will’s ears. No amount of sparring in the distance could drown out his voice. Not even the volleyball game that was taking place nearby. “How do you have .. that?”

Will blinked. He rubbed his eyes, stuck his pinkies in his ears and twisted to clear them. “I’m sorry.” He wasn’t sorry and was obvious. “I’m sorry, I… I don’t think I’m understanding you. Do you have amnesia or something?”

Nico shook his head. “I would remember this, believe me.”

“Nico… I’m not exactly quiet about being trans. You know I’m trans, right?”

Rachel took this time to excuse herself. Apparently a mural was carving it’s way through her mind and if she didn’t skip off to paint it right this minute, they’d all face the wrath of Phoebus Apollo himself. (”It’s always nice to see my dad.” Will snarked. Rachel left laughing.)

When Rachel was finally gone far enough away, Will nervously shifted towards his boyfriend, clearing his throat. “You do know I’m trans, right? Like, this is okay?”

Nico shrugged. “I don’t know what trans means.”

“You…” Will’s blond curls fall over his forehead messily and that he didn’t automatically bring his hand up to toy with them or move them out of his face said something very loudly to Nico. And then Will sighed, brought his hand up in one motion, and tugged all of his own light hair backwards, pulling it. His eyes were wide. “How has no one told you yet…”

And Nico just shrugged again. He said, “Will you?” and smiled a bit when Will agreed because, of course Nico, why wouldn’t I?

“Well, there’s a lot of ways to explain this,” Will murmured. “But, I guess that the easiest way for someone who was born in your time period is… I was born a girl.” He paused at the look of surprise on Nico’s face. “Well, not really. But everyone though I was a girl because of body stuff. You know how doctors are. Bunch of quacks.” It’s here that Nico laughed, bringing hope to Will’s heart like he always did. “It wasn’t until later in my life, when I figured out I could be a boy that I realized that I always had been, secretly, inside. So.. I’ve got all the funny birthing components, like a uterus, or whatever you need, but I’m still a dude. There’s intersex trans dudes who might have different stuff,” Here, Nico’s face grew more perplexed, which cue’d Will’s turn to laugh. “Okay, okay, we’ll save that for a different discussion. But, basically, I’m transgender, which means ‘identifying as a different gender than the one assigned at birth’. They said I was a pretty little lady,” he shrugged with good humor. “I say I’m a pretty little man.”

Nico scratched his chin. “Is that what those colors are for? The flag?”

“Blue, pink, white, pink, blue,” said Will with pride. “If that’s what you’re referring to, then yes. That’s the trans flag.”

“And.. the other word. The one you-”



Will smiled at his boyfriend happily. “You’re very open-minded for a guy in your 80′s.”

Nico rolled his eyes, but Will could see him smiling. “Just shut up and tell me what it means.”


aaaa hope you enjoy!! idk why it was so hard for me to keep tense through out this, i kept wanting to switch to present tense?? haha anyways, hopefully it’s alright! i’ll see if i can save it, edit and revise a bit, and then post on ao3 in its Final Form … thank you for sending the request!!! - mod will

aph-breadsticks  asked:

How would Russel introduce his skeptic s\o to Del?


“You’re bullshitting me,” you exclaimed, hands on your hips. You were currently in your nightie, looking at Russel with a raised brow, “Stop trying to be funny, you’re doing an awful job.” It was the first time you had agreed to sleep together, actual sleeping, not sex.

“I’m not! You’re just not believing in me,” Russel grumbled, crossing his arms over his chest, “Ghosts are real, you know.”

“No, they’re not,” you rolled your eyes, “That’s just nonsense, you know it is.”

“Look, I’ve already told you about him, what more do you want?” He continued looking defensive, not giving in to your annoyance.

“You were drunk when you told me,” you pointed out. When he didn’t even flinch, you scoffed, “Oh my, you’re actually serious?”

“I was terrified, can’t blame me for having some liquid courage before? You took it pretty badly,” he looked away, “All I’m saying is, don’t freak out when, or if, you wake up in the middle of the night.”

“Of course, I won’t,” you said as you crawled into bed, “But I don’t want to go to sleep in the middle of a fight.”

“This is not a fight, baby,” Russel reassured, walking up to you and smiling softly, “This is just you being a little disbelieving. I promise you, I’m not lying.”

“No, but you’re being a jerk,” you pouted, looking down. Russel put a finger underneath your chin and tilted your head up. He smiled, “Kiss me goodnight and wake up and know I was right. You’ve seen pictures of him, so you won’t freak out that much.”

Reluctantly, you gave in and gave him a soft kiss, “I still don’t believe you.”

“You will, now come on,” he lifted the covers off, “Let’s sleep.”


You woke up, just like Russel had said, in the middle of the night. Your eyes hadn’t quite gotten used to the darkness but it took you nothing less than a couple of seconds to spot a large blue figure. You gasped, “What in the world?”

The figure, sitting in the armchair in Russel’s room, looked up and gave you a boyish grin. You noticed his see-through skin and big white eyes, and it made you almost nauseous with anxiousness, “Who are you?!”

“So this is Russ’ new lady, huh?” He smiled, looking you up and down, “He did a nice job, I suppose he has told about me?”

“No!” You exclaimed, surprised that Russel hadn’t reacted in the slightest at your yelling. You got out of bed, “What do you want? What are you?” It was obvious who it was, but you were certain this was a dream. Ghosts weren’t real. Del was not real, Russel just said so because he missed him, easy to figure out.

“Heyheyhey, what I am is a kinda rude thing to say, you know,” Del said and got up as well, making you gulp at how tall he was, “I’m pretty hurt, honestly, he hasn’t mentioned me? I suppose it’s a deal breaker, but c’mon?”

You turned away, covering your eyes and breathing deeply, “It’s all in your head, he is not real. Calm down, y/n, it’s just a dream.”

“Hey, I’m still here,” Del said, sounding annoyed, “And I can hear you. Why don’t you pinch yourself? Or even better, I pinch you.”

“No, you’re being ridiculous!” You said and spun around again, “I can pinch myself, thank you very much.”

Del held his hands up in defeat and laughed quietly, “Whatever you say, damn you’re a feisty one.”

“Shut up,” you grumbled but then started pinching yourself, panicking after a few tries and even more when you realised that nothing was happening, “Oh God, no. I’m losing my mind! Russel!”

“He is a heavy sleeper, I remember that much,” Del smiled fondly, “Been ages since we talked the last time.”

“What do you mean?” You asked, facing the so-called ghost again.

“I’m only here when he sleeps,” Del said, looking deflated all of a sudden, “Did he say nothing about me? I should whoop his ass.”

“No, nono, he did tell me about you,” you replied, “Fuck, am I actually talking to you?”

“You sure are, miss.”

“I need a glass of water,” you eventually decided, not knowing how else to cope with this. You felt quite dizzy and there was no way, you were going to faint now.


When you came back, Del was still there, sitting in the chair again. No dream then, this was real, you thought to yourself.

“I'm… I’m gonna go back to sleep now,” you said, walking back to the bed without taking your eyes off of him, “Okay?”

“Yeah, I’ll be here,” Del winked, “Hope this doesn’t make it weird.”

“No, I-I mean, it might take a little time,” you mumbled, already yawning.

“Can you do me a favour?” He asked and you tried focusing on him as you were falling asleep. You nodded and he sighed, “Can you tell him that I miss him?”

anonymous asked:

Hello ❤️ have you read any new Marcel fic recently that you would rec? I've just found out that I passed my exams with top grades and I'm in the mood to treat myself😌

Well first of all, congratulations, anon!!! good for you! :))

And second of all, sorry. I wish I had read some new Marcel fics lately, but I have not. 

I don’t think there’s really been that much Marcel published as of late, so I am going to take this opportunity to selfishly promote my own short lil marcel fic:

It’s A Rare Condition by gloria_andrews - 6.8k 

and of course, Lexy’s Marcel masterpiece, even though you’ve hopefully already read it:

But Why Wonder, Why Wonder? by 100percentsassy - 30k

otherwise, in terms of general larry fic here is some stuff that I enjoyed recently:

Christmas Without You by Objectlesson - 5.6k

It’s Christmas Eve and Harry misses Louis so badly he might be going little crazy.

okay seriously, i cannot get ENOUGH of everything objectlesson writes.  The strength of feeling almost always makes me literally gasp at least once per fic.  I just subscribed, because I should have done that like forever ago, and I saw they wrote another fic recently called Saved Tonight (30k) that I haven’t read yet, but i’m preemptively reccing, anyway.  

Yet In Thy Dark Street Shineth by juliusschimdt - 58k

Louis’ life has become the very thing he’s always dreaded: routine. His job is steady, his bills are paid, his friends are preoccupied, his siblings are mostly old enough not to need him, and his mom keeps pestering him about attending church. Apparently, the new minister pulls rainbows and unicorns out of his robes.

Advent arrives three months into Harry’s first call as associate pastor at St. Andrews. Life is… not perfect. He’s still figuring out how do his job and the holidays bring a whole bundle of extra stress. On top of which, he has no friends or family nearby with whom he can decompress. Louis Tomlinson shows up to worship in the nick of time.

This was written as an advent fic and it just made my whole December so nice.  Harry and Louis are so lovely in it and it’s genuinely funny, too.  Read it!! you won’t regret it!! (PS @juliusschmidt has been posting little fics in the Last Best Option Universe lately and they are great and also make my heart ache!)

Black With Autumn Rain by whimsicule - 93k

“Thank you,” Geoff says, taking a sip of his tea. “What did you tell him?”

Louis has a sip as well, lets the tea burn down his throat too quickly, too hot, and he feels it all the way down to his stomach. “The truth. Essentially,” he replies after a moment, licking his lips, relishing the slightly bitter taste of the brew that’s never quite strong enough for Louis’ liking. At least it’s not decaf. “That my dog scented it. That I didn’t touch the body. That I came here first thing.”

Geoff nods pensively. “Did he believe you?”

“Probably not. There’s only so many people who can drown on dry land before it gets fishy.”

or: Harry is a journalist, Louis has lots of secrets and the moors aren’t exactly the ideal place to rekindle a lost romance.

What a great fic!!!! like seriously.  just reading the title takes me to a certain place in my mind! the descriptions are so good and the feelings are really intense and i don’t know what more you could ask for!! 

Chestnuts Roasting… And All That by Elsi_bee - 47K  

Louis is apparently the only person at his new job who is single as can be. It’s not a big deal to just tell his new colleagues that he has a boyfriend, right? Until he has to make this imaginary boyfriend magically appear at the office holiday party. Cue fake relationship antics with a certain someone who is more than willing to play along.

This one is locked on ao3, so you do need a profile to read it, but it’s sooooo good!! i loved it!! Perfect, holiday fake boyfriends AU.  I’ve already reread the angst/resolution part like 3x.  :)))

Okay, that’s it for now!! 

Kakashi x Fem Reader

 Anon Request: “Can you do a Kakashi x female reader?”

A/N: Okay so I’ve actually never seen Naruto, but before writing this I checked the wiki for Kakashi to get an idea of his personality, so sorry if there’s a bunch of mistakes!


            Being around Kakashi was calming to you. He was a laid back guy, it seemed. He didn’t look for action or excitement or try and get involved in anything that didn’t concern him. You were just comfortable around him and felt you could always talk to him if you needed to. 

            The thing you liked most about Kakashi was the way he tried to hide his feelings for you. It made you just want to squeal the way his face would turn a light shade of pink whenever you caught him staring at you, or when you two came into sudden physical contact. But your favorite thing about him, the thing you loved the most: was the way he trained you.

            Now, you’ve seen the way he trains people. He isn’t a real hands-on and ‘touchy’ person. In fact, he acts almost like he’s bored all the time, and that bothered you. But back to the training. The way he trained you was basically a dead giveaway of his feelings for you. Sitting down on a bench outside, you recalled your sweet memories as a slight breeze hit your face, the cherry blossom trees moving with it. 

             He was patient with you. And the first thing that you noticed, was the way he made as much contact with you as possible when teaching you what element techniques you were skilled in. 

“Hey, Y/N.” you looked up to see who had distracted you from your thoughts. You smiled. 

“Oh, hey Naruto!” Naruto looked at you. “You should come inside and eat, everyone else already started. Plus you better hurry up before someone takes the only eat next to Kakashi’s!” he poked you with his elbow and made a smug grin. You rolled your eyes.

 “If you’re gonna act like a child, do it later. I’m hungry!” With that, you got up from the bench, leaving Naruto, who had already eaten. You walked inside and were surprised at what you saw. There was enough room for at least 12 people to sit, but no one was there. In fact, the only one sitting down was Kakashi. You turned around.

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“Naruto, I thought you said that everybo-” You paused before heavily sighing.The supposed occupants of the dinner table were all hiding behind the bathroom door, giggling and talking like schoolgirls while leaving the door open a crack so they could see.  Even Naruto was with them! 

“Are you gonna sit?” You turned your attention towards Kakashi, then back at the bathroom door. You smiled.

 “Yeah, I am pretty hungry. You sat next to him after serving yourself. You looked over and noticed he had a bean cake, one of your favorite things to eat. As he chewed under his mask, he extended his hand with the bean cake. You stared at him, then at the cake. 

“Want some?” he asked. You couldn’t help but smile at the man who just offered you a half eaten bean pastry. 

“Sure, thanks.” You grabbed hold of it, feeling a small spark of joy as your fingers touched his briefly. You popped the remaining bit of it in your mouth, and chewed quietly. Kakashi moved his eyes back to his plate, and kept chewing whatever was in his mouth.  Then something popped into your mind. Something you thought would be funny and interesting.

“Hey Kakashi…remember when you were teaching me what my element technique was for the first time?” you asked, wanting to see his reaction. He swallowed his bite and focused on you. 

“Yes. Your technique was fire, I believe.” You blushed a little as he made eye contact with you. You pressed on.

“How come you were so close to me? Like touchy and stuff?” This was true. He would always help you train by holding you close and demonstrating the  moves by using your hands in his. His stare lingered, then wandered a bit. You kept your eyes on him, as if trying to read his mind.

“Because I like you. I find you attractive and always have.” You raised your eyebrows, not expecting that answer. Or were you? Part of you thought he would make up a random excuse or something, but not a confession!

“Sshh!! Shutup and listen!” You heard from the bathroom. You sighed and looked back at Kakashi, who hadn’t taken his eyes off you. You gave the sweetest smile, and put your hand in his.

“I like you too, Kakashi.” You closed your eyes and smiled again. Kakashi squeezed your hand. 

“I know, it was pretty obvious.” He replied, making you giggle from his joke that might have actually been serious. You blushed, squeezing his hand back. It now seemed like your whole day had gotten better, and it was all because of Kakashi.

anonymous asked:

can we get some angsty and/or fluffy karchie headcanons pls? (i live for ur headcanons lol)

Anon I’m SCREAMING I LOVE YOU SO MUCH!!!!!!!!!!!!!! 💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖

Damn omg you got it pal, Kevarchie coming your way. (Also I apologise for this being so fucking long I just had so many Ideas)

- It’s some unspecified future time. Kevin and Archie are living together, with Jughead too. Kevin and Archie are boyfriends and they both have qpr’s with our aroace Jughead.
- It’s their anniversary. They decided years ago that they’d take turns of who planned it each year, it’s Kevin’s year. He takes Archie to that new superhero movie he’s been dying to watch, then up to the observatory hill after grabbing some food to star gaze.
- Kevin’s watching Archie beaming in the moonlight, happily stimming as he talks about his favourite parts of the movie inbetween bites of ketchup dipped chips and he’s struck by the thought that he wants to marry this man.
- Kevin’s driving them home, one hand on the wheel, the other in Archie’s hand. Kevin laughs at one of Archie’s stupid jokes while driving under a street lamp, the warm yellow lighting up his face. Archie’s struck by the same thought; I want to marry this man.
- Kevin always has to leave early for his shifts at the hospital as a nurse so it’s just Archie and Jughead sitting at the table eating breakfast.
“Jug, I… I want to propose to Kevin.”
“Okay. Figured out how yet?”
“Wha-? No I- Jug-”
“Arch, I love you, and I love Kevin too. But I don’t love you guys the way you two love each other. I know you both love me. If this is something you want, go for it. There’s nothing in your way.”
- They get a few minutes together when Kevin gets home from work, but Archie has to run off to a gig that night and then it’s just Kevin and Jughead.
“Yeah, what’s up Kev?”
“I want to ask Archie to marry me. Just want to make sure that’s okay with you.”
Holy fuck, Jughead thinks, a grin spreading across his face but not for the reason Kevin thinks.
“Totally okay with me.”
- The next few months are Stressful™. Archie is running around behind Kevin’s back trying to create a perfect proposal, Kevin is running around behind Archie’s back trying to create the perfect proposal. Jughead is laughing to himself eating cereal in the background.
- But it wears on them. They’ve both pulled away from each other and neither can figure out why the other would do that. It’s been five months since their anniversary and Archie realises they haven’t even been together since then. Nothing beyond couch cuddles and kisses on the way to work, no more than an hour or two at a time.
- Archie freaks out, stress stimming all day in their room until Kevin gets home. “I miss you.” He whispers, the tightly squeezed play-dough in his hands giving away how anxious he is.
- Kevin’s shoulders slump, because he’s been freaking out about the same thing for about two weeks now. “I miss you too.” He says back softly, walking over and taking Archie in his arms.
- They talk it out, both of them knowing how busy they’ve each been now. They both take the next day off to just be with each other again. It’s the most relaxed they’ve been in months, and Jughead feels a little bad for not noticing sooner. But they’re happy now, kissing his cheek or squeezing his shoulder every time they pass by to get more tea or snacks.
- Tour season for the band starts up again in a month.
- Kevin: “I’m finally gonna propose after their first concert on the tour.”
Archie, fifteen minutes later: “I’m gonna propose to Kev after our first concert.”
Jughead, eating cereal: “This is gonna be so fucking funny.”
- So the concert has ended, Kevin’s out on stage congratulating his boyfriend, nothing out of the ordinary with that.
- Then Archie grabs the mic again, he’s blushing and shaky and stuttering. “Uh, Kev, there- there’s um. Something I wanna ask you…”
- Kevin knows this Archie. This was the Archie that approached him when he was questioning, who asked him out for their first date, when they first came out, and he’s PISSED
- “Oh hell NO!! There’s no way you’re asking me first!” Kevin yells, scrambling in his pocket for his ring.
- Archie catches on and instantly drops to his knee, scrambling for his own box.
- They both yell “MARRY ME, YOU DORK!” And “MARRY ME, DAMNIT!” At the same time, kneeling and holding their rings out at each other.
- Jughead is laughing so hard he’s fallen to the ground clutching his sides
- Archie takes a moment and just looks at the sight in front of him. The love of his life kneeling and offering him his heart. He can’t help but beam, placing the ring he’d bought down and holding out his left hand for Kevin. “Absolutely.”
- Kevin melts a little bit, sliding the ring onto Archie’s finger only to watch the redhead melt completely. He blushes darkly right to the tips of his ears, sinking all the way to the floor as he stares at the ring, his free hand flapping.
- So Kevin laughs softly, heart bursting with love for this man. He grabs Archie’s ring himself, noting that they matched (bc of course Jughead made sure they matched), and sliding it onto his own hand.
- When he gently tips Archie’s head up to show him the ring on his own hand, Archie tears up and starts flapping both his hands, before Kevin pulls him into a hug and the hands end up clutched in Kevin’s sweater.
- They have a long, long night together, and are woken much sooner than they’d like by heavy binders being dropped on their chests.
“Let’s talk napkin colours.”
“Veronica it’s six am.”
“You were in New York last night.”
“I’m thinking some soft blues and yellows, a real summery feel.”
- Jughead makes waffles for breakfast as an apology for not stopping Veronica on her way in (Though he’s not completely sorry bc his boys are most adorable when sleepy).
- About a month after the engagement.
Archie: “You know I’m surprised Jug never figured out we were planning the same thing.”
Kevin: “What??”
Archie: “Well, I told him how I was gonna propose to you.”
Kevin: “What the fuck?? I told him how I was gonna propose to you too!”
Both of them: “JUGHEAD!!”
Jughead: drops his spoon into his cereal “I suddenly remembered I have to leave right now immediately.”

anonymous asked:

Okay I respect everyone's right to ship what they want but I genuinely do not understand the Aquaman and Superman ship. Do you have any idea? Like beyond the fact that Jason Mamoa is stupidly gorgeous.

tbh i think that’s the most common reason as of now: Jason and Henry look good together. Jason stood up to defend MoS. Jason hugged and made effort to include Henry in the JL cast. Jason and Henry chatted with each other on Instagram. And the legendary SS premier. Their real life chemistry can be transformed easily to their roles. End of story.

BUT. if you want more solid reasons/details in the comic- hmmm the fact that Clark would go to war for Arthur (twice) and Arthur holds Clark in very high regard???


Buckle up anon, I’m taking you on a drive

(special thanks to @cryptmirror for helping me out with this, let’s show the world the glory of comic AquaSupes (´∀`)♡)

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Triple H/OC: You’re supposed to be in a romantic storyline with Seth, but you make a dig about how his ego is bigger than Triple H’s and that must mean he’s compensating for something. After the segment, Hunter calls you back to his office to assure you that he isn’t compensating for anything. SMUT WITH THICK COCK DADDY HUNTER GOD BLESS AMERICA. Requested by anon. 

I know it’s late but I really wanted to go ahead and post it. So here goes.

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anonymous asked:

Like what about a fic where it's a few weeks before the curse is broken and everyone is struggling to re-adjust to their human form after spending so long as IKEA, especially Plumette who keeps falling over and Lumière keeps catching her and yet he's so intrigued to have fingers again and Mrs. Potts and Chip are dancing all around the castle because they're so excited to have their limbs back and catch each other when they fall over thank you

i love this but everytime i look at it i read ‘after spending so long in IKEA,’ and then i picture this sort of mass-IKEA trip the staff have to go on to find replacements for all the objects they were, and then i imagine Lumiere leaving having bought like 5000 coffee tables he doesn’t know how to put together, and they lost Chapeau somewhere in the back, and Cogsworth is criticizing the minimalist Scandinavian design, and basically it’s a total clusterfuck and why does my mind take me to these places

But, uh, yeah. You had a great fic idea. let’s give it a shot!

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