girlfriend is a douche

random headcannons bc I want to:

  • The Aphrodite cabin has a HUGE salon and closet area that was added on by magic in the 50′s
  • its has 2 salon chairs and 8 mirrors and a shit ton of clothes and makeup
  • An older child of Aphrodite who has charmspeak and works as a motivational speaker, occasionally persuading their audiences that they could this!!! hell yeah!
  •  When some rando camper stereotypes the cabin members as mean and vain Drew goes off on them
  • “Aphrodite is the goddess of love, Jonathan, so if you think love is mean and vain then you should break up with your girlfriend, you douche.”
  • they swear the most (they get it from Drew)(also this is probably why I’m a a daughter of Aphrodite)
  • none of them are cishet
  • they made a pamphlet with as much lgbt+ info they could find
  • they have a whole closet section dedicated to binders and they have ones for every size and skin color
  • They have this whole business where other campers can sign up for slots to get advice (about love, dating, sexuality, gender, whatever)
  • you can sign up for a certain cabin member and time it’s pretty great
  • and you just talk about your problems for an hour while laying in a comfy armchair and eating cookies and drinking tea
  • every child of Aphrodite gets a friendship bracelet with a special bead on it so could maybe see your siblings outside of camp
  • One time Lacy goes to get her hair cut at a mortal shop in college and her hair stylist is wearing a bracelet and she yells “ME TOO!!”
  • they make their own makeup (and it has every shade so darker skin colors aren’t thrown under the bus)
  • they all went to women’s march (all of chb did tbh)
  • “the Aphrodite cabin is pretty lit fam” (as said by leo valdez)

athena dresses in cool, slick suits for office hours,
and then after she clocks out,
she beats her knuckles in on other people’s jawbones.

the fight clubs are her temples.

apollo shoots deer down with guns with his sister,
then plays in the local late-night rock band,
so that he can shoot up heroin after the show.

nobody ever specified what music meant to him.

artemis takes anti-depressants to live,
after actaeon raped her,
and if she didn’t then she’d never be able to hunt with her brother.

sometimes strong people don’t fight back.

zeus is a corporate ceo of human services,
making storms in other people’s lives,
and he’s fucking his assistant, ganymede, in the bathroom stalls.

the storm-master needs a little lightning of his own.

hera marries zeus,
sipping cool red wine out of a long-stemmed glass,
that she throws on him when she finds out.

she stays because as a marriage counselor, you have to take your own advice.

aphrodite is a senior in high school,
the school slut,
with a thing for ares, who‘s four years older.

chain-smoking tastes like 50’s perfume if you try hard enough.

poseidon goes to trial for the rape of medusa,
committed in the back room of athena’s fight club,
demeter testifies against him, too.

the father of two burned out his secrets.

ares fights at athena’s ring,
beats up the douche who hits his girlfriend on the street,
a raging feminist ally who bluffs his way through immorality.

his motorcycle is the loudest noise in the city that never sleeps.

hades is a nice guy,
his fingers flash with jeweled rings when he waves them,
dealing drugs out of his pocket.

sweet girls with bloody teeth are his favorite dessert.

persephone crunches diamonds between her teeth,
she sucks the rings off of hades’s finger,
and decorates his house with floral arrangements and nonconformity.

there’s only one queen of the underworld.

demeter rubs lotion over her dark skin at the flower shop,
she does her best to teach her daughter,
that laying down flat is for doormats.

queens raise queens.

dionysus spends his nights drinking jack and smoking weed,
long since dead to the concept of balance,
balance is for the weak.

who doesn’t want to live in extremes?

hermes is a sweet-talker with great legs,
his affections fleeting and wild,
as he swings around the pole at the all-opportunities club.

his life is flashing lights and nights in jail for petty theft.

hephaestus is dedicated to work as well as his wife,
let’s be honest,
algaea is as much work as the metal craft he does in their garage.

rough hands build things that endure.

hestia is a young girl,
a freshman in high school,
but her eyes are burning with fire as she protects what is hers.

she was taught young to strike first and you will always be safe.
in this world that kills beauty,
even gods cannot survive the fall.

modern gods were not made for this place.

—  modern gods; l.m.

♪ It’s not difficult to define Miss Douche ♪

So guys. Drunk Adrien:

  • Cries over Marinette’s freckles
  • “Well, hello little lady-” *vomits all over himself*
  • *Marinette tries to help change his shirt* “Um excUSE YOU. I HAVE A GIRLFRIEND.”
  • *sees picture of himself* “Ugh, he looks like such a douche”
  • “You know. Ladybug is my babe” *Marinette smiles in amusement* “Oh yeah?” “Yeah. You know, you kinda look like her.”
  • “Plagg, clawsh out!” *Marinette grabs a snickering Plagg before he can go into the ring* “Absolutely not.”
  • *unintelligible screaming at the sight of Tikki*
  • “Mari, why are you in my house.” “We have lived together for three years.”
My stupid kingdom hearts summaries
  • <p> <b>Kingdom Hearts 1:</b> the most simple of the bunch. Happy go lucky Disney to suffering. Sora kills himself, but his girlfriend, Kairi, brings him back. His boyfriend, Riku, is a jealous douche. <p/><b>Chain of Memories:</b> There's cards, confusion, a pink hair dude and antenna bitch making a precious bab do stuff because they want Sora's ass. Sora gets mad a lot. Sora goes to sleep for a whole year. Riku tries. There's two Riku's. Let it go. <p/><b>Kingdom hearts 2:</b> Who the fuck is Roxas? Wait, no Roxas. Sora just wants to go the fuck home. Mansex. Happy end, yay!<p/><b>358/2:</b> Really happy friendship turns into lots of feels and suffering and no one eats anything but ice cream. XION!! Got it memorized?<p/><b>Birth by Sleep:</b> Poor angsty boy, blueberry mom, and a cinnamonroll all end up in me sort of hell for ten years and non of them deserve it. There is also a really cool Jedi keyblade master and evil sora. Xehanort can just fuck a cactus and die.<p/><b>Coded:</b> Wut... what was the point-oh the letter... oh...<p/><b>Dream Drop Distance:</b> Sora is constantly stalked then kidnapped before being saved by his really gay boyfriend, Riku. Young Xehanort is best Xehanort.<p/><b>0.2:</b> PLEASE SAVE AQUA SOON!! AAAAA!! MY POOR MOM IS SUFFERING IN LITERAL HELL!!<p/><b>Khux:</b> The beginning of all the suffering and basically every kid dies... Ven wtf are you doing there? Wtf is in that box?<p/></p>
I Lost It (Part 1 of 3)

Summary: We follow Bucky as he describes the three times in his life where he has ‘lost it’ with you. 

Characters: Bucky Barnes x reader (from Bucky’s POV)

Warnings: bumbling Bucky, none for this part, fluff?… idk reader beware

Word Count: 1,000ish

A/N: So, instead of quitting, I’m gonna to post instead. This is tiny, little, mini-series to dip my toes back into the water. I’d LOVE to get some feedback and be re-inspired to create once again. Gonna try to finish the next two parts in the next day or so. 

Originally posted by ohh-bloodyhell

I must’ve missed the ignition ten times from how bad my hands were trembling. I couldn’t believe I was about to do this. It was time. I just couldn’t have her as my girlfriend anymore. So, dinner was planned —somewhere very public— a handkerchief folded neatly in my pocket, and every move I made felt surreal. The last five years had flown by.

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Photographer!Andrew & Model!Neil AU

(part one) (part two)

  • Neil Abram Josten, is an on the rise model. Son of a former actor (granted a douchebag of one) and a make-up artist, Neil is a stunner. He was pressured to model by his father and has slowly come to hate the world he was forced into.
  • Riko Moriyama is the son of several very successful models and the brother of Ichirou Moriyama- the current face of Calvin Klein. However, it’s clear he has no actual talent and keeps stealing jobs from his “best friend” Kevin Day, much to the disgust of Day’s agent David Wymack.
  • Anyway, so Neil is still famous for his sass, especially at Riko. His social media accounts are just clapbacks left and right. Almost too many for everyone to keep up with.
    • “Shout out to Riko Moriyama for proving to us that names can get you jobs but not talent.”
    • “Hey @Riko_Moriyama - have you learned how much it costs to pull your head out of your ass? If you can’t cover it all, maybe some of us can help you out. Our contracts probably give us more wiggle room than yours.”
  • Neil’s mother dies near the end of his contract, a fatal car accident that Neil is also involved it. He disappears for several years, during which Riko tells lies about Kevin to get him fired and steal his spotlight.
  • Andrew Minyard is an on the rise photographer, slowly becoming famous for his photographs which shed light on tougher subjects within celebrities. He was still in juvie for three years, though no one is entirely sure why.
  • When he decided to return to the public eye, Neil goes to find Andrew, interrupts him in the middle of a photo shoot and hires him to help expose the Hollywood world for what it is.
    •  Andrew thinks that Neil is a bit of a demanding ass, is annoyed with his quick temper and doesn’t want to do the job. Neil thinks Andrew is just another pretentious photographer. They don’t get along really, but finally Andrew is convinced to join.

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give or receive kisses | riverdale preferences


preference:whether they prefer to be the one who kisses or the one who receives the kisses.

written by: kelly

song: fake magic / peking duck & aluna george

Originally posted by colexlili

jughead: jughead is totally the one who would dominate when it comes to the passionate side of your relationship, especially the kissing. he was totally infatuated with the shape of your lips, it was one of the many things that people didn’t really expect from him. his home life naturally left him craving a stable and steady love that you provided with ease. this not only made him comfortable to be himself but it made him more open affectionately. he is very much into pda and he wants people to know that you’re his girlfriend (cries in 42 different languages)

Originally posted by archic-andrews

archie: archie is a total sucker for kisses. there was this romantic side to him that not many people got to see, he was very private when it came to intimacy after the whole grundy (bitch) incident. for the longest time your kisses where in empty hallways in-between classes. you were pressed up against the locker and his hand was placed gently on your lower back. after a few months he got more into showing off your relationship. he would play with your hair at pops and kiss on your cheeks. everyone would think it was crazy that he wouldn’t kiss you around them, but for you it was perfectly fine. you’d rather have those moments be intimate anyway, like it was all your little secret.

Originally posted by riverdale-slut

reggie: total pda freak. one of the many things that reggie hid from people was the fact that he was always very insecure. he never thought he was good enough to hold a relationship until he met you. due to his own personal issues, he loved to make it a known fact that you were his girlfriend, and only his. he wasn’t this douche that he made himself out to be. he was a kind and compassionate person, he would go and play football with the kids in his street and show you this beautiful and gentle reggie that you fell deeply for. at school he would twirl you around and kiss you dead on the lips, all of the guys would cheer and holler like a bunch of giddy kids. he didn’t care at all though, he made sure that you felt loved and that you knew the true reggie.

Originally posted by supagirl

veronica: the smooth and relaxed ronnie was well and truly a princess. she loved to be dotted on and was happier to receive the kiss than give it. she had a very flirtatious nature, so people would automatically assume that she was into them. this was not the case at all. she only had enough room in her heart to love you. she never would act on impulses and would set people straight if they ever tried to hook up with her. when you kissed, they would be oozing with passion.

Originally posted by phebobuffay

betty:  elizabeth cooper was a jeckyll and hyde type of lover. her goody two shoes attitude would be out of the window when it came to all sides of your love life. kissing was full of lip biting, teasing and grinding. that was all behind closed doors though. in public, her persona would change and it would be all sweet little pecks and kisses on the cheeks. dark betty was a fierce and lustful kisser. sweet betty was a smooth and quick kisser.

Originally posted by stiles-lydia

cheryl: cheryl and jughead had a lot more in common than people thought. they both came from fairly turbulent homes. she knew what she wanted when it came to a relationship and she was totally the dominant type. the kissing was always very sudden and brought on by her. the cherry red lipstick would smudge all over your lips and her delicate fingers would trail all over your body. after the messy make out session she would fix her hair and lips, walk out with a smirk placed firmly on her porcelain face.


Legally Blonde the Musical
  • Omigod You Guys: sisters before misters
  • Serious: probably the douchiest breakup ever
  • Daughter of Delta Nu: sisters before misters reprise
  • What You Want: with a bit of hard work and peer pressure you can get whatever you want
  • The Harvard Variations: emmett is the only person here who isn't privileged
  • Blood in the Water: let the 75th annual hunger games begin
  • Positive: win back your man with the power of a greek chorus and a hot bod
  • Ireland: i listen to foreign music to drown out my troubles
  • Ireland (Reprise): it's not a... perfect metaphor
  • Serious (Reprise): warner is a real douche
  • Chip On My Shoulder: let's get down to business to defeat the huns
  • So Much Better: the empowering "i can do anything" act one finale
  • Whipped Into Shape: holy crap how is she singing with that choreo
  • Delta Nu Nu Nu: sisters before misters reprise reprise
  • Take It Like A Man: legally blonde + ratty corduroy 5ever
  • Bend and Snap: if you did this in real life it wouldn't work at all but this is a musical so let's run with it and try not to break any noses in the process
  • There! Right! There!: gay or european (i bet you thought that was already the title)
  • Legally Blonde: legally blonde + ratty corduroy reprise feat intense empathetic crying
  • Legally Blonde Remix: warner may be a douche but his (ex)girlfriend sure isn't
  • Scene Of The Crime: something to do with showers and perms i think at this point we all kinda stopped paying attention
  • Find My Way/Finale: forgiveness also sisters before misters reprise reprise reprise and legally blonde + ratty corduroy reprise reprise
pumpkin eater - tom holland imagine

Originally posted by peterbparkerr

cos my writing is shit ha x but thank you lovely! I swear to god if tom or has ever find one of my writings and publicly announce it to the world I will cry of fear and joy. I also have a very big obsession with the song ‘pink + white’ by frank ocean. chuck it a listen. ps I didnt feel comfy with writing about cheating because its something close to my <3 so I kinda put a lil baby twist to it, hope thats okay. AGAIN I USED A LIL BABY BIT OF DRAMA TERMINOLOGY IM SORRY FOR BEING A DRAMA NERD FUCK. this is actual shit I’m so sorry 

requested; yuppp

pairing; tom holland x reader

word count; 933 words

warnings; possible swearing, mentions of stitches and blood yuck

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Description: Richie and sassy reader go at it—fight—in the sewers. It’s kinda a drabble. Hope you like!

Pairing: Richie x Reader, slight Eddie x Reader

Warnings: Swearing, strong language. But, c’mon. It’s IT.

Word Count: 318

I scrunch up my nose at the smell, “What the actual fuck is that?”

“Your mother’s cooking. The sewer, genius,” Stan rolls his eyes at me.

“Fuck off, Motel.”

“I still don’t know who Motel is.”

‘I still don’t know who Motel is.’” I mimic.

"A-aren’t you guys c-c-c-coming in?” Bill asks, pointing his flashlight back at us.

Eddie, Stanley and I all look at each other—horrified and disgusted looks on their faces. I smile. Eddie shakes his head. I nod and step into the sewer onto a rock.

“Y/n-! No… why…” Eddie groans.

“Oh come on, Eddie. It’s not the end of the world,” I grin back at him but I am met with his disappointed gaze. I shrug, “Hope you saved room for me, Tozier.”

“Yeah, it’s getting a little crowded in here thanks to my enormous–”

“RICHIE!” The rest of the boys yell.

“Don’t pretend like your dick isn’t actually the size of a tic-tac, Richard,” I emphasize ’Richard’ in a snotty tone. It really is a joy when someone’s name can be an insult.

Richie smirks, “Y’know, that’s a lot of big talk coming from an A cup.”

I gasp and cover my chest self consciously, “Asshole!”

I could almost feel the irritation radiating off of Stanley and Eddie. Bill gives a low, unimpressed whistle.

“Don’t listen to him,” Eddie scowls, “He’s a douche.”

“You don’t have to defend your girlfriend,” Richie teases.

“She’s not my girlfriend!”

“Y'know,” Richie pushes up his glasses in an attempt at being seductive and leans into me—I just glare at him, “I’m just so cute. I don’t know why you aren’t dating me.”

“Maybe it’s your ugly personality,” I spit, “Find some kind of plastic surgeon that can cover that up then get back to me.” I start walking after Bill and can hear Eddie laughing.

“Shut up, Eds!”

“I told you not to call me that!”

Overhead (Lucifer Morningstar)

Originally posted by ohh-bloodyhell

Pairing: Lucifer Morningstar/ Reader
Words: 880+
Warning(s): None
A/N: YEEE protective luci!!! i hope you enjoy
Request:  So i officially love Shy!Reader x Lucifer Morning star like holy shit this is the cutest thing on the planet. So i was requesting if you could do another one??? Maybe where Dan comes over to Lux to interview Lucifer and when he’s waiting for him, maybe the reader comes down and she’s looking for him and Dan tries flirting with her but it just flies right over her head? Pretty much protective Luci is great 😍 Thanks so much girl! (And im sorry if this sounds confusing lol, love your writing tho)

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Flirting (Peter Maximoff)

Requested by @rosie-girl87

When it comes to Peter, handling jealousy in a mature, responsible way goes out the window when a douche bag hits on his girlfriend.

Your POV

“Hey sweet thing!” You hear a voice say while you were on your way to class. “Wanna catch a movie later, maybe come back to my house, if you know what I mean.” You turn around and give the boy a look of disgust. He winks at you. “Oh, playing hard to get are we?” The boy walks up to you. Picking up your pace, you start walking to class. He walks faster. “Woah! Are you afraid of me? Are you worried I might do something you won’t like?” He smirks and puts his hand on your shoulder, moving it down your arm. “Don’t touch me.” You mumble, trying to get to class. The guy puts his hands on your waist with a firm grip. “I don’t think you’re going anywhere-” He was cut off by you. “I said don’t touch me! Don’t you have ears?” You yell. Shocked, the boy let’s go of you and you run to your class that you were now late for.

“Hey babe.” Peter greets you outside of the classroom once the bell rings. Your boyfriend notices the annoyed look on your face. “Are you okay, what happened?” His face softens. “It’s nothing… a guy just tried to hit on me.” You mumble. “What?” Peter raises his voice, startling you a bit. “I’m sorry babe, what did he do?” He asks. “He tried to get me to go to his house with him. When I tried to leave, he grabbed my waist and I yelled at him.” You roll your eyes at the thought it. Looking back to where Peter was standing, you notice that he isn’t there anymore. “Oh god Peter.” You whisper so yourself.

Peter’s POV

I run up to Jean. “Hey Jean. Can you find out who was hitting on (Y/N) earlier?” I lean on her shoulder. She pushes me off. “That guy by the tree. His name is Johnathan, he’s still thinking about her and… what he wants to do…” Jean points and replies awkwardly. I look in the direction she’s pointing and it him. I almost gag. That little bitch. Why would he want to do things to (Y/N) when he knows that the one and only, the greatest X-men there is, Peter Maximoff is dating her?

I speed up to him, knocking down his papers. “What do you want, freak.” Johnathan looks at me. “Well one, don’t call me a freak, we are literally in a school full of mutants and two, I heard you were hitting on my girl.” I try to sound as intimidating as possible. “Oh yeah, (Y/N) is quite the girl, great bum, nice tits-” The little prick doesn’t finish his sentence. I kind of accidentally punch him about 10 times and leave him on the ground. Whoops.

Your POV

The next day, you walk down the same hallway and stop once you notice him. Apparently his name is Johnathan. He has a black eye, a busted lip and a few teeth knocked out. You smirk to yourself, knowing this was Peter’s doing. “Your boyfriend is a bitch!” He yells at you. “You’re an even bigger one!” You yell, walking away from him.

“I seen what you did to that Johnathan kid.” You tell Peter after class. “Well, you can’t blame me. If a girl was treating me like that wouldn’t you get mad?” He asks you. You laugh. “Of course! I’m not even mad at you.” Peter hugs you. “You’re mine. My little sweetie. Nobody can hurt you or touch you or-” You cut him off with a kiss on the lips. “Ok Peter, I think I get it.”

Thomas Brodie-Sangster Imagine: “More Than Your Best Friend”

Request: “Can you please do one with line 53 and 76 if you have time? Thanks.”
     “Darling, stop” & “Come here.”

Word Count: 3,565 (Requester wanted a more developed story that also had Thomas’s POV and didn’t seem rushed or forced, and since I like more developed stories too, this ended up long.)

“Tommmyyyyy,” you shouted excitedly, and very loudly, across the halls, waving your arm in the air as obnoxiously as possible in order to catch his attention. Thomas’s head rose as soon as he heard that familiar voice, his countenance shifting warmly as soon as he saw his best friend waving at him. He smiled brightly and pushed his hair out of his face happily.

“Y/N,” he greeted you, sweeping you into a warm hug. You wrapped your arms around his strong back and crushed him back teasingly. You pulled away and pouted, “I haven’t seen you in a week, and that’s all you’ve got?” You linked your arms in his bracingly and pulled him along into your next class. “Come on, you need to tell me everything about your vacation.”

Thomas turns to look down at you warily, amused at how sprightly you managed to be at 8 in the morning. “Well… There’s not much to tell,” he put simply.

You dropped your bag on your desk and sunk in your chair grumpily. “Oh come on,” you whined. You leaned forward and grinned mischievously. “No cute girls? No wild nights spent drinking on the beach?”

Thomas rolled his eyes and punched you on the arm frustratedly. “Darling, stop. You know you’re the only one for me,” he laughed wickedly, masking his own dismay hastily. He then winked in your direction, eliciting a mock show of surprise and flattery from you.

“Oh, Thomas, how did you know? I’m absolutely in love with you,” you joked back.

Thomas flushed slightly at these words and fell quiet. He changed the subject hurriedly. “Mmm yes, and given up on Dylan? Doubt it.”

You blushed at the mention of the boy you had recently grown close to. “Well if you won’t spill any juicy details… I will. Dylan invited me to his big party this weekend!” You could hard keep out a girlish squeal at the end of your sentence. Thomas could tell you had been bursting to tell him all day. He tried to look happy for you, but, failing miserably, he cocked an eyebrow and remarked through gritted teeth, “Are you asking for my blessing?”

You averted your gaze from Thomas’s steady one. You coughed awkwardly. “Well it’d be nice to make some sort of effort to like him, or get to know him, for my sake.” You couldn’t help the annoyed glare you were flashing at Thomas when your teacher walked into the classroom.

Thomas glanced down thoughtfully, the apologetic guilt written all over his face, and opened his mouth to correct you when –

“Alright, ladies and gentlemen, open your textbooks to page 492. Let’s begin.”


The hallways were as tightly packed as ever, which annoyed Thomas to no end. He couldn’t find you or Ki Hong anywhere. Thomas snaked his way through the lunch room and sat down on his typical lunch table. It wasn’t long before Ki Hong and you showed up… With Dylan trailing at your side.

Thomas groaned inwardly as Dylan nodded in his direction and sat down next to you. “How’s it hangin, man?”

Thomas hated his little eye wink and that cocky smile he always flashed. “Never better,” Thomas replied icily. You flitted your eyes between the two boys, waiting for a sparring match to erupt. Ki Hong stared, eyebrows raised, mouth hanging open slightly in a failed attempt to understand why Thomas and Dylan were being so cold to one another.

Dylan didn’t spare Thomas a second glance, and instead turned to you, cuddling up to your shoulder with his and looking at you with a light smirk. “So, what are you wearing at the party Friday?” He flirted.

You blushed and pulled away slightly, rolling your eyes playfully. You noticed Dylan had recently been flirtatious, but it had never been in front of your friends, so you hadn’t cared. Now, suddenly, you felt quite self-conscious. You placed your hand on his arm warningly. “Not now, Dylan…” You whispered in a low voice, turning away from the boys sitting across from you.

Dylan smirked, his light brown eyes flashing darkly as he saw the shy, soft side of you that you kept so well hidden. “Only for you, babe,” he chuckled, letting the matter drop. Thomas clenched his jaw lividly as Dylan ran his hand up your thigh teasingly. You laced your hand in Dylan’s to get him to stop playing his not so subtle game. “I said, not now.” You growled at him, turning to look at him dead in the eye.

Dylan simply smirked, pulling back and drawing himself to full height. “Only because you begged,” he replied, even though he was stung. He didn’t understand why you were being so detached now that you were around your friends. They all had seen you sitting together before… all except Thomas.

Dylan turned suddenly and focused his attention on Thomas. “Hey man, I’m having a party this weekend. I already invited (Y/N) here, why don’t you and Ki Hong come along too –” he turned to Ki Hong, who was barely paying him any mind, “– and bring your girlfriends, yeah?” He didn’t pause to wait for an answer, merely rose from the table, clapped Thomas’s back, and with that he was off.

Thomas turned to face you and Ki Hong in a daze. Ki Hong stared back at him and just blinked. “What just happened?”

“I think Dylan just invited you to his party,” you replied slowly, analyzing your friend’s slow reactions.

Thomas let out a low whistle and slunk back in the bench, shaking his head spitefully. “Did he just ask us to bring girlfriends? What a douche.”

Ki Hong blinked again, before breaking his silence with, “I don’t even swing that way.”

Thomas cracked up.


“Tommy none of these dresses look good on me,” you whined from behind your closet door. Picking an outfit for Dylan’s party was proving harder than you thought, especially when Kaya, your best girlfriend, wasn’t there to give you advice. Instead, Thomas was waiting on you so that he could accompany you to the party, since Kaya was busy during the day and would meet you at the party a little later.

Thomas, hands stuffed inside his jeans pockets lazily, sighed and shook his head. “We’ve been at this for hours, (Y/N), just pick a dress… Why does it matter so much anyway, it’s just a party.”

You scoffed and popped your head out of the door indignantly. “It’s not just a party, it’s Dylan’s. As in the guy who has been flirting with me for weeks and has adorable puppy eyes I just can’t say no to.” You flashed a joking smile to let Thomas know you were kidding, but he knew there was at least some truth to what you said. It was true Dylan had his eyes set on you for weeks. You probably didn’t really like him back, but like you said yourself, you just couldn’t say no to his irresistible charms and good lucks. Thomas rolls his eyes at the thought, annoyed that you were carrying on with such a self-absorbed brat.

“So are you going to come out today so we can actually attend the party or –” Thomas was cut off short as you opened the door and walked out with great fanfare.

You spun around once, flouncing, and then turned to Thomas, eyebrows raised. “So, is this okay?”

You asked with a curious sincerity in your voice and eyes that Thomas loved. He looked at you breathlessly, unable to say anything proper. “Um… wow – you look great.” His voice caught, and he pursed his lips before he let out breathlessly, “You look beautiful.”

You blushed. Thomas was always so sweet, but the way his eyes followed you made you shiver. He made you feel, well, beautiful. You shyly tucked a loose strand of hair behind your ear and glanced at the ground for a second. “Thank you,” you whispered. You looked back up at Thomas, whose gaze still hadn’t left you. You took his hand hurriedly, trying to ignore the burning rising from your neck into your cheeks, and pulled him along with you. “Come on, let’s go see what all the fuss is about over this party.”


Pulling up to the party, you knew this was definitely not your scene. Music was blaring even as you took your first steps towards Dylan’s house. You gripped Thomas’s arm tighter as soon as you entered, strobe lights glaring and making it impossible to focus on anything or anyone. “Where do you suppose Kaya and Ki Hong are?” You yelled into Thomas’s ear.

“No idea, love.” Thomas looked down at you worriedly. “You know (Y/N), we can leave if you want.”

Your shoulders were tensed. “And miss out on the wild high school experience? Nah, we should stay.” You tried pushing your way past the innumerable bodies pressed against each other, each one holding a drink. You caught Thomas looking at one particularly wasted couple making out with each other, leaving not even an inch between each other.

“Maybe I should just get wasted, too,” you said jokingly. “Might make it easier to tolerate this.”

Thomas looked down sharply at you. You were smiling, and realizing you were joking, he relaxed. “I guess I’ll go get us something not so unholy to drink, then.” You nodded, busy looking for Dylan. Thomas had merely just disappeared out of sight when you turned and saw Dylan right in front of you.

He looked pleased. “(Y/N)!” He exclaimed, wrapping his arm around your waist. “I’m glad you came! Let’s go somewhere quiet, yeah?”

You nodded, following him upstairs to his room. You felt relieved to be away from the crammed bodies and deafening noise. Dylan handed you a drink and pulled you to sit next to him on the bed. You took a nervous sip and looked curiously towards Dylan. You didn’t know what he intended to do with you.


“You’re Thomas, right?” a burly, arrogant boy appeared in front of Thomas, blocking his way out of the kitchen.

Thomas looked at him simply. “Yeah?”

The boy, with spiked golden hair and piercing blue eyes, took another menacing step towards Thomas. The bulge of muscles in his arms stretched his shirt, clinging to his built figure tightly. Thomas eyed him warily, pretty certain he had seen this idiot walking around with Dylan. The boy laughed and looked at Thomas with a predatory kind of amusement. “I got a message to deliver to you. Courtesy of Dylan.”

Thomas placed his drinks on the counter next to him and narrowed his eyes in the meathead’s direction. “What about that little idiot?”

The boy gripped Thomas’s collar. “He wants you to know that (Y/N) is his. You’re going to have to back off, or get hurt.”

Thomas clenched his jaw, roughly grabbing the boy’s hand and flinging it off of him. He straightened himself and seethed. “Oh yeah? So tough and all, isn’t he? Why couldn’t he tell me himself, face to face, that coward?”

The boy’s mouth twisted into a smile. “Dylan sends his apologies. He’s too busy screwing your girlfriend to waste his time on you.”

Thomas’s resolve broke. He swung violently at the other, and he heard the sound of his knuckles cracking against his jaw before he could register his own action. The jock stumbled back, and he gripped his cheek in an effort to relieve himself of some of the pain. Ouch. Thomas’s fist was red, and he was sure he hurt himself more in the moment than he hurt the other boy.

The boy’s face was impassive, as if he had expected as much from Thomas. “You can hurt me all you want, man. We both you I’m not the one you want. Going after me isn’t going to change the fact that Dylan’s hands are up your girl’s little skirt right now, and he wins.”

Thomas’s face contorted with rage again, and this time he roughly grabbed the boy’s collar and shoved him against the wall. “Tell me where they are, you bastard,” he yelled.

The boy smiled. “Clock’s ticking.”


“So… something tells me you don’t come to a lot of parties,” Dylan started slowly, looking at you intensely, breaking the silence.

You smiled nervously. “No, uh, they’re not really my thing. I’ve never really found a good enough reason to go out at night and get wasted with people I don’t know and do things I probably won’t remember but will definitely regret.”

Dylan gave a side smile at that. “So, why’d you come to this one?”

You colored slightly, and responded flirtily, “For you, of course.”

Dylan’s face shifted darkly, and he smiled and raised his eyebrows, impressed. “I didn’t know it’d be so easy.” He took one last gulp of his punch before setting it down to his side.

“No one’s ever accused me of being easy, Dylan,” you warned jokingly, though you couldn’t help but feel slightly affronted at his comment.

“Really?” He smirked, drawing closer to you and placing gentle fingers on your jaw, stroking it. “I haven’t had a particularly difficult time to get you in my room, or on my bed.”

You assumed he’s just flirting and let it continue. “Well now that you’ve got me here, what are you going to do? Are you just going to sit here talking about it…” your voice trails off as Dylan’s fingers reach your chin, his thumb brushing against your lower lip.

“We’ve waited so long, (Y/N). What’s a few more minutes?” Dylan’s voice was husky, his breath falling on your neck. He pushed your hair to the side, exposing your neck to him. He ran his fingers gently down your neck and rubbed them against your collarbones rhythmically.

You let your head fall back and looked up into Dylan’s eyes intently. “What are you waiting for?” you whispered, confused. Dylan wasn’t the type of guy to stall in taking what he wanted.

Dylan’s eyes clouded with dark pleasure. “So eager, (Y/N). Why are you in such a rush? Afraid someone might notice you’re gone?”

You pulled away slightly from Dylan’s lingering touch. “And who would that be?”

Dylan’s grip tightened on your jaw, holding your face in place to look up at him. “Thomas,” he uttered bitterly through clenched teeth.

You turned your face away and twisted yourself out of his grip, backing away slightly on the bed, pressing yourself against the headboard behind you. “What do you mean, ‘Thomas’? What are you saying, Dylan?”

Dylan’s face had shifted into a frightening, brooding kind of anger now. “I mean that everything was fine between us before that lovely fellow returned from his trip, and suddenly you couldn’t stand to be seen with me around him. So, you tell me, (Y/N).”

“I-I… you and I are not together, Dylan,” you sputtered. “Why are you acting like a jealous boyfriend? Thomas is my best friend. Of course I care what he thinks. What, did you just bring me up here to make him jealous? Is that what you were waiting for, for him to walk in on us?”

Dylan crept forwards, towards you, backing you into the corner of the bed. He put his hand out onto the headboard, and used his other hand to run his fingers through your hair. “What would you say if he did? What does he think about you being here with me? What does he think of me kissing you?” He lowered his lips onto your jaw, outlining it with the brush of his mouth. “Are we still not together, (Y/N)?” Feeling his lips on your skin, you felt as if you were on fire. The image of Thomas flashed in your mind, and you burned. This was wrong. You placed your hands on Dylan’s shoulders to push him off. He was relentless.

“No,” you growled. “We’re not together. Get off, Dylan.”

Dylan raged in response, becoming more fervent in his touch. “Come on, (Y/N), forget about him. Play a little longer –” The door smashed open. Thomas burst into the room, panting breathlessly. His forehead was furrowed and his chest was rising and falling rapidly, his disheveled blond hair flying wildly.

Thomas’s expression shifted into a wild rage as soon as his eyes fell on you protesting against Dylan. “Get the hell away from her,” Thomas bellowed. He threw himself onto Dylan, pulling him away from you and shoving him against the back wall. “Don’t you dare touch her,” he growled deeply in his throat, his normally soft brown eyes hardened with a steely cold anger you had never seen before. You could not imagine Thomas being so angry.

Dylan pushed Thomas’s chest, throwing him off of him. “Jealous, Thomas?” he jeered. “Jealous she chose me?”

You don’t love her!” Thomas yelled into his face. “I could never be jealous of you. You only sent that idiot after me because you were the one who was jealous.”

Dylan laughed at the idea. “Jealous of you? You’re right,” he spat coldly. “I don’t love her. She was just my amusement, but you started this war when you came back and got your little feelings hurt.”

Thomas swung his fist and made contact with what he hoped was now a very broken nose. “Consider it ended,” Thomas spat, staring down disgustedly at Dylan, who lie limply curled on the ground, clutching his nose in pain.

Thomas spared no time in turning to you. You were standing behind him, tugging on his arm to pull him away from Dylan. “Tommy… Tommy please, let it go. Come on.” Thomas took your hand tightly, lacing his fingers with yours, leading you out of the room, down the stairs, and out of the packed house. The midnight chill hit you instantly, making you shiver in your small dress. “Tommy, your hand –” you reached out to grab his other hand, gently pulling it towards you. His knuckles were red and bruised, swollen slightly around his fingers. You felt a pang of guilt, suddenly aware that he wouldn’t be hurt if it weren’t for you. “I-I’m sorry, Thomas…” You blinked away a sudden tear, unable to say anything more for fear of breaking out into sobs.

Thomas shook his head and enclosed your hands in his, hiding his bruised hand under yours. “Darling, stop. Come here.” This time, when he called you “darling”, there was a new meaning to it you couldn’t shake off. He pulled you into a tight embrace, and you let your head fall against his chest. You could hear his rapid heartbeats, feel the rise and fall of his chest, smell the cologne on his neck. The warmth of his body relaxed you until you could breath normally again. You pulled away shakily, and tilted your head back so you could search Thomas’s face. His eyebrows were still furrowed, and he still looked worried, but there was a new expression as well.

Leaving one arm wrapped around the small of your back, he brought the other up to run his fingers along your cheek. “Are you okay? Did he hurt you?”

You shook your head. “I’m fine. He seemed to want to hurt you more than me. I should be asking if you’re alright.”

Thomas spoke softly, “He didn’t do anything to make me feel anything I haven’t already been feeling. I… I love you, (Y/N), and that hurts me every day.”

“I love you, too, Thomas,” you whispered, unable to believe yourself the words that were coming out of your mouth. You weren’t sure you meant it until you said it out loud.

Thomas ran a frustrated hand through his tousled curls. “I don’t mean it like that, (Y/N). I mean, I want to be more than your best friend. I love you more than just as a best friend.”

You nod fervently, taking Thomas’s face in your hands, focusing his wild eyes on you and your words. “And I love you, too, Thomas. Not just as a friend. You care for me the way no one does. I can’t get my mind off of you. I think about you even when I try so hard not to. But I’m not going to try not to anymore. I want you, and you alone.” You spoke rapidly and breathlessly, afraid that if you didn’t say them now, you never would be able to. As if this was all the time you had left with Thomas.

Thomas drew you closer. You had given him all the permission he needed. He brought his mouth down onto yours, kissing you with such unimaginable softness you melted into it. You moved your hands instinctively to the back of his head, running your fingers through his rumpled hair. Thomas’s hands roamed up your spine, making you breathless. You gasped against his mouth, sensitive to his light touch. You pressed your mouth back against his, this time with more fervor, suddenly unable to get enough of Thomas, your best friend you knew so intimately. His hands rose to your hair, and he swept it behind you, his fingers trailing down your temple to your ear to your neck. His thumb rested on your collarbone, tracing it with utmost care and wonder.

The surrounding world faded from sight as you pulled yourself out of the kiss. “You’re beautiful, (Y/N),” he breathed, resting his forehead against yours, never taking his eyes off yours.

Change (Part 2) - Luke Hemmings

Pairing: Luke x Reader

Word Count: 1,7k

Ratings/Warnings: General Audiences, No warnings.

A/N: So, here is the second part of what I’m thinking it would be a fic. I know this is not the best part and that I’m moving slowly but I need these “fillers” since they are important for the story. Please, if you enjoyed the part, like/reblog the post and don’t forget to leave your thoughts and comments in my inbox. It’s super important for the writers!! Happy reading! xx

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Ya know, whenever Thomas talks about meeting Guy-Man at 12 years old at Lycée Carnot, he makes it seem like their friendship was instantaneous since they shared so much in common which lead to them spending so much time together. But when Guy-Man said his piece in the April 2001 issue of Musikexpress, it turns out that he used to think Thomas was a douche bag who always had the better girlfriends in spite of being a huge jerk. Ouch.

I guess…since Thomas was Mr. Super-Popular McGeniusstudent and Guy-Man was the resident greasy music nerd delinquent…and they were 13 and 12 years old respectively, so they were practically children…I guess it makes sense for a young Guy-Man to be jealous…

Plus, you don’t make mixtapes for  and go on a movie date every week with someone you hate…

…Do you?

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