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As embarrassing as this is for Star, you gotta admit those marionettes are adorable.

I needed a Danvers Sisters scene after last nights episode since we’re likely not going to get one.

So I wrote one.

Part of the Family by BridgetteIrish

Kara pounded on Alex’s door.  “Alex, let me in.”  There was no response.  She shifted the donut box and coffee holder to her other hand and tried the doorknob.  Locked.  Alex never locked her door.  “Alex, your bike is parked out front, I know you’re still here.”  She knocked again.  “I’m sorry,” her words caught in her throat and she forced them out through hot tears.  “Alex, I’m sorry.  Please, just talk to me.”  She was tired of crying.  Tired of being wrong, of being right, of being responsible.  She wanted her sister back, like it was before.  Before everything had changed.  “Please,” she whispered.

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Reverse Idol (Namjoon)

And now it is time for our amazing leader, the second half of Namjin, my lowkey spirit animal who is looking s o fucking good with the purple hair like I love comebacks bc I’m such a hair girl and one of my favorite parts is seeing the new hair and his is looking gooD, Kim Namjoon aka Rap Monster aka joon

  • This AU is gonna be about what I think would happen if the reader was the idol and BTS were the fans, you can also think about this like a general celebrity post, I’m gonna be basing this off of kpop idols bc it’s easier for me to write with just one focus instead of being all the over place with it but if you wanted to see this as an actor!reader or a non-kpop singer!reader post, you could easily do that (and of course this is all still gender neutral)
  • Another series with idol!reader is my idol couple series (joon’s post is here) where both the reader and BTS are idols
  • The AU for this is gonna be college!Namjoon but I haven’t written that yet (I will be writing it soon) I have written a drabble using the AU though (here)
  • Namjoon is such a cute fanboy like I feel like he has so much respect for the artists he likes
  • He doesn’t just like them for a simple reason, he has to have something to connect to, a back story, the lyrics of a song, the way they work
  • He loves when he can just put his earphones in and just listen to the music and have the lyrics mean something to him but he also is into the songs that are more about the beat and when people manage to tie those two together oh bOY
  • Like BTS has s o many songs where the beat is amazing but then the lyrics have some meaning to it and that can be tricky to do but they’ve mastered it
  • Namjoon’s the type of fan that’s chill for 0.2 seconds then gives in and starts screaming and then goes back to being chill immediately after
  • He’s the s w e e test fan ever like he’s the fan that’s always wishing you good luck and watches every performance and does the fan chants in his dorm
  • Namjoon gets s o hyped up when he likes a song just imagine a tiny college!joon in his dorm with Jin just jamming out to your music and Jin’s kinda numb to it at this point bc he’s lived with joon for too long to be bothered by it and joon’s singing at the top of his lungs and doing his lil face dances
  • Jin’s just reading his book and joon keeps dancing around him singing and getting in his face and Jin doesn’t even blink tbh
  • Namjoon gets all of the boys into your music bc I feel like joon is totally one of those people that’s always discovering new music so they’re used to him suggesting artists to them so it’s easy to get them into it as well
  • Okay but Namjoon watching performances is literally s o fucking cute he gets so hype sometimes that it’s like he forgets where he is and he can be loud and that’s adorable to me
  • He also pretty much never stops dancing, he’s either bobbing his head or doing the actual dance to the song (at least the hand movements) and it’s just so precious bc it’s almost like he can’t help it he’s just gotta do it
  • Okay so you know how joon does those Kim Daily photos and they’re my favorite thing ever well head canon that college!joon has an Instagram and that he posts a Kim Daily with your merch on and then everyone flips bc wait he looks so good with it on why is he not the model for your merch
  • That’s actually how you two meet
  • The pictures goes viral in the fandom, everyone’s asking who he is, people are tweeting you, tagging you, trying to get you to notice this picture bc he looks so damn good bc we all know Namjoon is a model have you seen Kim Daily that’s some good shiT
  • Especially bc it’s a white shirt and he’s got the blonde hair and the glasses and some white shorts so it’s all white!joon (I highly recommend looking up all white!joon bc oh my god what a look) and his legs are looking all long and his shoulders are broad
  • You notice it pretty quickly bc one of your friends had told you about the cute college kid wearing your merch 
  • People figure out who he is bc Yoongi’s a youtuber with a music channel and he has joon come on with him during one of his rare live streams and they’re goofing around and making some amazing music together and everyone’s s o quick to link you to it
  • You start watching while you’re getting your hair styled for your performance and you’re nonstop laughing and smiling bc he’s so goofy and cute but you can see he’s got a lot of passion for music and he mentions how he’s a fashion major but considered going into music
  • Do you guys remember w a y back in the day when Yoongi was trying to make a log and joon was in the background and started goofing around and rapping over whatever Yoongi was saying (and then the iconic moment Yoongi got his revenge when joon tried to do a log later on) that’s the live stream just them playing around
  • You gotta admit that Namjoon is r e a l l y nicE but the personality is just 1000/10 you’ve got a crush already especially knowing that he already knows who you are and likes you enough to buy merch that’s !!!
  • You go to his Instagram and your heart melts bc he’s so cute, some pictures are Kim Daily, some are of his puppy Rapmon, some are of him with his friends (especially Jin bc roommates) and his smile is so fucking adorable the dimples are so poke worthy and his eyes get all bright and the crush has officially locked in
  • You decide to message him bc you just gotta, he’s too cute in every way, he’s got a kind soul and he’s just so interesting you could listen to him talk for hours and not get bored
  • “Hey, thanks for wearing my merch!! Maybe we could meet up sometime and talk about music or fashion? Maybe you can give me tips on what the next shirts should look like”
The Bet

The Bet

It was a couple of hours before the Super Bowl and Billie felt like she was running around like a chicken with her head cut off. She and Chris had arrived in Houston a few days ago and it was hard for her to keep up with his manic energy. Chris was on cloud nine because his precious Patriots were on the verge of winning their fifth championship ring. 

And since they didn’t bring the baby that weekend, he wanted to party his ass off. But Billie felt like a third wheel because he was spending most of his time with his brother Scott and last night he went out with Jeremy Renner to the Super Bowl pre-show concert. But as luck would have it, he had also sprung for her parents to join them for the big game. Yet when she picked them up from the airport, she hated that her mom was bombarding her with questions about the baby. And she explained that Leila was better off with Chris’s family so they wouldn’t screw up her sleep schedule.  

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Gif source:  Negan

Imagine Negan letting you decorate when he finds out you love Christmas and thinking your holiday enthusiasm is super adorable.

——— Request for anon ———

“A little birdie told me that some little lady has a thing for Christmas,” Negan smirks at the way you jump a little, having successfully snuck up on you.

“I do,” you admit.

“Well, why the hell didn’t you say something, sugar? We gotta’ get this place all fixed the fuck up, then! What do you think of that? If I let you fix it up?” Negan leans on Lucille and into your personal space as he teases, “You could even sit on my lap and tell me what ya’ want for Christmas.”



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ok yeah i gotta admit that theyre adorable and one of my otps but still-


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Just Friends : Mark X Reader Scenario

     You got out of the cab, eager to see one of your closest friends, but also a bit nervous about him seeing you.  Let’s just say, you looked different from the last time he had seen you in person.  A few new piercings…a few new tattoos…scratch that; a lot of new tattoos…You weren’t ashamed of them or anything like that, but you were concerned about what your friend would think.  It was pretty easy to hide most of your “renovations” under sweatshirts  and cardigans, but you figured it was time for him to see it all.  'It’s just Mark,’ you reminded yourself.

     Checking the address one more time, you hesitantly knocked on the door.  A tall boy with a very young face opened it and you saw his eyes widen as he looked at you.  "Um, hi there,“ you smiled, raising an eyebrow and giving a slight wave.  His only response was a weak wave as the corner of his mouth tilted upwards in a sort of dazed expression. "So, am I allowed inside, or…?”  He had a frantic look on his face as he bowed to apologize and move out of the way to let you in.  Just then, another boy with blonde hair walked by the door and came to an abrupt stop.  “Hey, can you tell me if someone named Mark Tuan lives here…or are you mute, too?,” you said, muttering the last part under your breath.  "Uh, yeah.  He’s in the kitchen…Wow.  He told us he was expecting someone, but never said they’d be this pretty,“ the boy said, leading you further into the house.  You were about to thank him when he yelled, "Mark hyung, your hot friend is here!” Mark walked out and his jaw slightly dropped when he saw you. The black haired boy tapped his chin to close his mouth and Mark swatted his hand away. “_____?” “Who else would it be, Big Head?,” you laughed. He grinned and pulled you into a tight hug and you wrapped your arms around his waist. He moved you back to arms length to examine you. “You look…different.” “Bad different?” “No, good different! Great different.” You smiled, ignoring the slight blush creeping onto your cheeks. Another black haired boy walked out of the kitchen with a cookie hanging from his mouth. “Hey, Mark, did yo-,” his muffled words stopped when he saw you and his mouth fell open, dropping the cookie. Mark laughed, releasing you and walked over to him before closing his mouth. You giggled and thought to yourself, ‘This will be one interesting week.’

     You sat on the couch surrounded by seven boys bombarding you with questions. Well, six…Yugyeom was still too nervous to talk to you. The rest were either really friendly or really flirty, especially JB. He was definitely into you. You told them all about your friendship with Mark and your job as an alternative model, which explained the extra piercings and tattoos. It was getting late, so you figured it was time to head to your hotel. You said your goodbyes to the boys and Mark got up to walk you to the door. After opening it, you took a step outside, only to have Mark stop you. “Hey, _____?” “Yeah?” “…I missed you…a lot.” “I missed you, too…….Big Head,” you teased. He chuckled and ruffled your hair. “Yeah, whatever, Punk.” You grabbed his hand and pulled him into a hug. “I’ll see you tomorrow.”

     You woke up to the sound of your phone blowing up with Twitter notifications.  Sitting up, you grabbed it and scrolled through your mentions.  "Emo Slut"  You read the words slowly, making sure you understood what was going on.  “Mystery Girl Seen Leaving the Got7 Dorm Last Night”  "Punk Rock Chick Spotted with Idol HeartThrob Mark Tuan"  “Wow…They work fast…”

     "Wait, what were they saying?!,“ Mark exclaimed as you showed him the tweets.  "Your fans are upset about me hanging out with their 'oppa’,” you smirked, using air quotes.  "But they’ve got it all wrong!“  "Do you wanna tell them that, cuz, uh…I don’t think they’d want to hear from me right now.”  "Don’t worry, Noona! I don’t think you’re a slut!,“ you heard BamBam’s voice from outside Mark’s door. Mark rolled his eyes as you went over and pulled the door open. Jr. fell in while BamBam leaned backwards and Youngjae ran down the hall. "And what about the emo part?”  He looked you up and down and said, “Well…”  You scoffed and slammed the door in his face once Jr. got up and backed away with an awkward laugh.  "Hey, check these out,“ Mark said, pointing to something on your phone.  "OMG! Whoever this girl is, she’s gorgeous!”  "Yeah and she looks so cute with Mark!“  "I ship them!  Ugh, they’re such an adorable couple!”  You smiled looking at the snapshot of you and your best friend in a warm embrace.  "Gotta admit, we do make a pretty cute couple,“ you giggled.  "Yeah…we do…”  You noticed a sudden serious tone in his voice.  You looked at him with a slightly raised eyebrow.  "What’s with the voice?“  "Huh?  What voice?,” he grinned.  "The voice! You know, your 'serious man’ voice?  What was that?“  ”'Serious man voice’? What the hell is that?,“ he laughed.  "I don’t know!  You tell me!”  He paused for a second before speaking.  "It’s just…I don’t know.  I’d be lying if I said I never thought about it,“ he shrugged.  "You mean…about us?  As in me and you?”  "Yes, us!  And don’t sound all weird about it.  I’m a great catch!,“ he defended himself proudly. "Yeah, of course you are, Big Head!,” you teased, pulling his beanie down over his face.

     A few days went by like a few hours and before you knew it, it was time for you to head home.  JYP released a formal statement to prove you and Mark weren’t dating and you had spent the whole week with the boys, bonding more than you thought you ever would have. They absolutely adored you and were upset that you had to leave.  You were saying your goodbyes and hugging each one when you got to Yugyeom.  "Still nothing to say?,“ you asked holding your arms out.  He smiled, wrapping you in a tight hug and lifting you off the ground a little.  "Goodbye, Noona.  I’m gonna miss you,” he said, putting you back down.  You giggled, pinching his cheek, and responded, “And I’m gonna miss you too, Shrimp.  But don’t worry.  I’ll be back to visit.”  Then you moved over to JB, accepting his hug with a smile.  "Goodbye, ____-ah,“ he said, kissing your hand.  You laughed lightly and said, "Bye, Cheeseball,” right before you gave him a quick peck on the cheek.  A wide grin stretched across his now red cheeks as he went back to the group on the other side of the room.  You finally got to Mark and let out a huge breath.  "Well, I guess this is goodbye,“ he said.  You nodded and said, "For now, anyway.”  "And we still have Skype,“ he smiled, wrapping his arms around your waist as yours hung over his shoulders.  "Yeah…Hey, Mark?”  "Hm?“  "Can I be honest with you about something?”  "Of course.  Anything,“ he said, loosening his grip.  ”…..I kinda thought about it, too…Y'know…us?  And….I just wanted to, um…“ You stuttered as your eyes flickered between his eyes and lips.  The both of you leaned into a soft kiss.  After about three seconds you mutually broke away and released each other.  "Nope.”  "Nothing.“  "That felt like incest.”  "Ew.“  "Let’s never speak of this again. Agreed?”  "Agreed.“  You laughed and shook hands before he pulled you into another hug, ruffling your hair in a familiar form of affection.  "See ya soon, Punk!”

anonymous asked:

You should totally give my hcs on what it's like to date the other guys too! Like Prompto, Gladio and Ignis! I especially have a thing for Ignis though, hehe.

Yes, yes! I would love to and more than happy to do it for the other guys as well! Seeing as how the others have been requested for in some other messages, I will tackle that major cutey Ignis right here, right now!

  • Ignis likes his romance like he likes his meatball soup- warm, full and simmering. Meaning he also likes it to be kept at a slow burn.
    His love may be slow, and cautious, but it’s every bit as warm and “home” feeling as you could hope. Finding the “I love you’s” in everything he says whether it’s those three words themselves or if it’s spoken in “It’s going to rain today, remember to bring an umbrella” or “I figured tonight I would make your favorite”.

  • Rise and shine sleepyhead, Ignis is getting up early. So unless you work later shifts and such, he encourages you to do the same on occasion. Of course, being woken up by him includes him slinging the god damn curtains open and making you want to retreat under the bed or into the closet, gently shaking your shoulder, gently kissing your forehead and telling you breakfast is soon to be ready, or on a rare occasion breakfast in bed.

  • While he would greatly appreciate it if no one touched his glasses… he’s gotta admit, when he caught you snatching them and putting them on it was actually adorable and kind of humorous. But just don’t make it a habit.

  • Ignis never tries to keep you waiting. Although he would like to tend to you and spend time with you, his job and duty to the kingdom and Noctis will always come first. Meaning he’ll come back late, or have to unexpectedly go. The part he’ll always hate the most is coming back late and seeing you’ve fallen asleep while waiting for him.

  • One very nice thing to being with him is Ignis is a very patient and understanding man, and also a very encouraging one. If you fail at something, he’s there to help cheer you up, after all practice makes perfect and there is always next time. Whatever it is you decide to go into, Ignis is backing you all the way and has faith you’ll be able to do it.

  • His cooking is always such a delight and that’s something you’d often be treated to. He’d much rather be the sole cook and loves to sit back and watch you enjoy his cooking. But he still likes it when you come and help him cook, adding in your own sweet touch to the dish.
    If you really want to surprise him with something he’ll forever appreciate; cook for him. Don’t even give him a chance to step into the kitchen. Even if you’re not the best cook, the important part is that you put in all your effort.

  • Also expect nice walks through a market place. He may be a frugal man and doesn’t like needless expense, but he still likes to walk through the markets and see what they have to offer, and he can’t deny he enjoys the aroma of the fresh foods and ingredients as you both walk through.
Day 6 - Winter/Christmas

“Genji. We love you. We all do. But you got to put on pants before the Christmas Party starts.”

Angela stood tall, her lit-up Christmas sweater blinking almost as bright as Genji’s armor. Back during Old Overwatch he learned that Angela did not half-ass any holiday. Right now she was wearing a blinking sweater, a skirt made up to look like a christmas tree, the fluffiest Santa hat he had ever seen in his life, and Rudolph slippers with lit up red noses. It certainly put Genji’s oversized Christmas sweater to shame.

“Why do I need to wear pants? I’m wearing armor!” Genji looked over to Hana (adorable tailor made Santa outfit), who only shrugged.

“I gotta admit, you in a sweater but no pants just looks…weird.”

“I’m wearing armor!”

Lucio (somehow wearing more lights than Angela) nodded. “Genji, your armor doesn’t really leave much to the imagination on a normal day.”

Genji rubbed his eyes, wishing he had his visor to hide behind. “But you think that when I put on clothes I’m somehow more naked?”

“YES!” Said Angela, Hana, Lucio, Reinhardt (huge Santa), Jesse (Christmas Cowboy), and Bastion (reindeer antlers tied to head) who didn’t actually say yes, but beeped in a way that sounded like a yes.

Before Genji could debate just throwing ninja stars at his dear friends, a hand on his shoulder brought him down. There was Zenyatta, wearing an equally large sweater that was almost slipping off his slight frame. “I think you look fine, Genji.”

“Says the omnic engaged to that fine ass.” Hana muttered, which got a nod of agreement from Lucio.

“Zenyatta is wearing pants.” Angela said as she pointed at Zenyatta’s normal pants, which could barely be seen under the sweater.

“Zenyatta always wears pants.” Genji said.

“Yes.” Said Angela. “Zenyatta always wears pants.”

“Can we please stop talking about any part of my brother and finish decorating?” Hanzo muttered as he walked into the room carrying a box of Christmas decorations. He was wearing a downright normal sweater, thus missing the entire purpose of ugly Christmas sweaters. Genji really wasn’t too shocked.

Thankfully that seemed to dispel the crowd, leaving Genji and Zenyatta alone as the others worked on covering the common room in streamers and various shiny things. Genji pulled down the hem of his sweater, wishing that he picked something longer. Did he even own pants? Maybe he could go back to his room before the party started-

“Genji. Breathe.”

Genji found himself obeying Zenyatta’s command before he could even think about it. Breathe in, hold for five, breathe out. Let the nerves calm down. No one was looking at him anymore. These were his friends, people he trusted. He was fine. He was okay.

“Thank you.” Genji said before leaning over to kiss Zenyatta on the cheek.

“Perhaps we should sneak out while the others are busy?” Zenyatta leaned down and took Genji’s hand. “It’s starting the snow, and the view from the roof is rather lovely. Shall we?”

“Mmm.” Genji risked a look at the others. They were in fact far more focused on getting the star on top of the tree then the two of them. “You know, the view from our room is pretty good too.”

“Well on a normal day but with the snow-oh! Oh.” The lights on Zenyatta’s faceplate burned bright for a moment before he gave Genji’s hand a squeeze. “Perhaps we shall retire early tonight?”

Genji grinned and pulled Zenyatta out of the room, his thoughts filled with getting the both of them out of their sweaters.

Which would somehow make Genji less naked. Somehow.

Christmas Movie Edition: Love Actually

This is it, people. It’s the day after Christmas, I’ve consumed more white wine in the past two days than the entire cast of Real Housewives of Orange County did all of last season and now I’ve been smacked by a soul-sucking stomach virus as retribution. So there’s only one thing left to do—take on the Mount Everest of Christmas movies. Oh yes, I’m talking about LOVE. FUCKING. ACTUALLY. Gird your loins.

00:00:37 Crikey, I always forget about the 9/11 airport angle they tried to shoehorn into this shit. Nobody looks that happy at the airport, NOBODY. I step foot into LaGuardia and instantly morph into a gremlin after midnight.

00:02:44 “Oh! Fuck wank bugger shitting arse head and hole!” Billy Mack is what my insides look and sound like.  

00:06:21 Drinking game: Take a shot every time you see a hideous turtleneck, sweater vest or any other form of aggressively patterned topwear.

00:07:14 DRINK, BITCHES. Also, Chiwetel Egiofor, you are a Commander of the Order of the British Empire—just say no to magenta on your goddamn wedding day.

However, fabulous lady behind you in the feathery magenta hat? YOU. BETTA. WERK.

00:08:30 “Anything to put off actually running a country.” Too real, Hugh Grant, too real.

00:10:04 Chiwetel Magentiofor is marrying Keira Knightley, who’s dressed like a glamorous chicken, so obviously these two are made for each other.

00:10:27 FOR GOD SAKES, LAURA LINNEY. You are a four-time Emmy-winning, three-time Tony-nominated, THREE-TIME OSCAR-NOMINATED WHIRLWIND OF TALENT. Who let you wear this crochet foreskin on your head to a wedding? WHO?

00:11:22 “Oh, pardon me, sorry about that, just have to shove my trombone under the church pew.” I hate everyone at this wedding.

00:12:23 Keira Knightley is mainlining champagne at her own wedding reception which, if I had a full cockatoo nesting in my updo, I would be, too.

00:13:46 “Colin, you’re a lonely, ugly asshole. And you must accept it.” Tony knows what’s up.

00:16:25 I know this is supposed to be a funeral and all but is there no indoor heat in the U.K.? Why is everyone and their mother dressed like they’re trudging through the tundra?  

00:16:41 Cue Natasha Richardson-related tears here.

00:18:17 Cue Alan Rickman-related tears here. Genuinely terrified of the day when everyone I know and love from Love Actually will have passed. Except for that fuckturd Colin. He can leave this earth at any time.

00:18:42 Double sweater-vest horror for the price of one. Drink and then drink again.  

00:19:28 Side drinking game: take a shot for every HR violation in this movie. GOODBYE LIVER, GOODBYE WORLD. 

00:22:24 Ok, so sometimes I’m Billy Mack but all the time, I’m his fat manager.

00:24:01 We’re just going to have to set up an IV of Hennessy for the entirety of the Prime Minister Hugh Grant/Not-Really-Fat-At-All Natalie subplot. Also anything involving that turtleneck trollop, Mia.

00:28:04 “No one’s ever going to shag you if you cry all the time.” Literally years of one-on-one sessions and NOT ONE therapist has ever summed up my life problems as succinctly as Emma Thompson just did.  

00:30:30 Laura Linney, I’m docking an Emmy for every godforsaken butterfly clip pinned to your already hideous sweater. I AM NOT FUCKING AROUND.  

00:33:20 We’re discussing Non-Fat Natalie’s non-fat thighs whilst in the Prime Minister’s office. You know what to do.

00:35:16 Me

00:36:40 Kentucky Fried Keira might be wearing one of those wildlife-killing plastic soda rings around her neck. Sartorially offensive and environmentally irresponsible. 

00:36:55 Professor Snape just smacked Sad Laura Linney in the workplace but she is wearing a sweater that looks like it’s knitted from the stomach spew of a drunkard, so she 100% deserves it.

00:37:33 The Turtleneck Trollop is trying to seduce Professor Snape in this getup. Girl, it literally looks like you wrapped your English muffin in origami. DO LESS.

00:39:19 Oh for fuck’s sake, I totally forgot about that “Mr. Darcy boinks the Portuguese help” subplot. Can anyone be employed in this fudging movie without penetrating their coworkers? Anyone?! NOT EVEN THE FUCKING PRESIDENT CAN KEEP IT IN HIS PANTS.

00:44:42 The Prime Minister just basically launched WWIII because he wants Non-Fat Natalie’s non-fat thighs all to himself. Sadly, this doesn’t seem all that far-fetched considering our current batshit political climate.

00:46:47 I’m not saying I’ve recreated this exact dance in my underpants whilst alone in my apartment but I am saying it’s happened a couple thousand times.  

00:49:03 I’m going to need an entire dissertation paper on why the Portuguese help had to disrobe down to her underpants but Colin Firth got to keep on THREE LAYERS OF SHIRTS when they go into the lake for his dump typewritten pages. I want that shit APA style and with full citations and multiple sections dedicated to the Mr. Darcy wet-shirt scene from Pride and Prejudice, you hear me? Also, you should be chugging alcohol straight from a garbage can based on the HR violations in this scene alone.  

00:53:11 “I know you’ve never particularly warmed to me.” Well, Kentucky Fried Keira, that might be because you insist upon dressing like the homeless pigeon lady from Home Alone 2.

00:58:02 THIS BITCH. We all know that this bitch just wants to have her own private audience with the Prime Minister’s prime minister and that’s why she’s size-shaming Non-Fat Natalie’s non-fat thighs. If we’re gonna get real, girl, Chris Kirkpatrick had your hairstyle for most of the ’90s and it ain’t doing you no favors, either.

01:03:21 Now, we can all agree that Thomas Brodie-Sangster was one of the cutest children to ever walk the planet, but we’ve got to talk about the hair height on this poor child. Exactly how many foreheads does he actually have under there?

01:04:12 FOUR FLOWER BROOCHES? That’s it, Laura Lonely, I’m taking away your Golden Globes, too.

01:05:37 The Turtleneck Trollop is wearing devil horns to the office Christmas party. At least you can’t accuse her of subtlety.

01:10:10 Laura Lonely is trying to get all up on her co-worker Karl because he looks like he stars in the porn parody of Aladdin but she keeps getting clam-jammed by her unwell brother and it’s just like CAN SOMEONE CUT LAURA LINNEY A GODDAMN BREAK IN THIS MOVIE? She had to go topless for this bullshit and is constantly covered in hideous brooches and FOR WHAT? Not even a little jammin’ of the clammin’ from real-life Aladdin? FOR SHAME.

01:18:05 The Turtleneck Trollop coerced Professor Snape into buying her jewelry without even serving up her English muffin to him yet. She’s a grade-A slutbag but you gotta admit, she’s masterful. Also, if I were on the brink of breaking up a marriage and ruining a family, it would have to be for something that doesn’t look a gold nugget that’s been pooped out and put on a string.

01:20:04 Listen to me: I adore Alan Rickman and mourn his passing on a near-daily basis but the way he says “yogurt” has haunted me for fifteen fucking years and now even more so because I’ve discovered AN ENTIRE SONG OF IT.

01:25:25 Know how you know Colin’s is the worst subplot of Love Actually? It’s soundtracked to not only “Smooth” but also “Wherever You Will Go.” It goes without saying but we’ll be skipping his scenes from here on out.

01:29:39 Try to argue that Emma Thompson didn’t deserve an Oscar nomination for these three minutes of exceptional acting alone. YOU CAN’T.

01:32:34 This woman only had one scene and she and her overacting eyebrow were going to make it COUNT.

01:34:43 I yell out “I HATE UNCLE JAMIE” at least twice a week, for no reason at all. I wish I was kidding.

01:36:36 The last we see of Laura Lonely, she’s hugging her brother which, okay, cute, but we both know you’d rather be hugging that beautifully tanned Aladdin dick. WE BOTH KNOW IT.

01:37:59 Okay, so we’re at the scene. And I have SO MANY QUESTIONS. Firstly, how did Rick Grimes know that Kentucky Fried Keira was going to answer the door and not Chiwetel Magentiofor? What was the back-up plan, with you standing there with a boom box and notecards declaring your undying love for his wife? What if KFK didn’t play along with the carol singers bit? MANY QUESTIONS, NO ANSWERS. But, real talk, if a dude looking like Andrew Lincoln showed up to my door with all of this fuckery, I would relocate myself into that perfect little chin dimple of his and never come back out, bye.

01:41:10 I am 100% behind this old-man ship between Billy Mack and his fat manager. Which I think also means that I ship myself, er, with myself. Sounds about right.

01:42:12 That earth-shaking screech you just heard was my soul leaving its earthly form due to the fact that a movie about Christmas SPELLED FUCKING CHRISTMAS WRONG.

01:43:41 Why didn’t the Prime Minister just take the goddamn envelope with Non-Fat Natalie’s return address on it for when he searched for her apartment? I’m legitimately getting a migraine from trying to make this movie make any sense.

01:52:09 Yes, the performing kids are adorable but the sparkly scarf-wearing, obviously-gay back-up singing teacher is the real winner of the Christmas talent show. 

02:01:25 What is this half-yarmulke that Mini Mariah is wearing to the airport? Also, Five-Head Tommy wouldn’t be able to catch Mini Mariah in time because Heathrow is the seventh circle of hell and also when the guards do catch him, he 100% would be interrogated in the tiny terrorism room because of 9/11 but no, racial profiling and ARGAPSGAIHATGAEIS.

02:04:46 Mr. Darcy is proposing to his Portuguese help even though he doesn’t know her and only spent a few weeks talking at her but she has a cute little lower back tattoo and that’s all he needs to know! Also, I love Colin Firth as an actor but his on-screen kisses look like those adult virgin couples smooching for the first time at their wedding. What is your hand doing? 

02:09:31 And now we’re back at the airport and all of the subplots have woven together unrealistically and everyone’s hugging and not miserable and I STILL HAVE SO MANY QUESTIONS. Like how are Kentucky Fried Keira and Rick Grimes going to hang out with Chiwetel Magentiofor like nothing happened? Does he ever find out? Does the weight of their collective lie ruin their beautiful biracial marriage? Also, does Emma Thompson go crazy from resentment over Professor Snape cheating on her and kill him in a rage soundtracked to Joni Mitchell? And how does Non-Fat Natalie handle the public pressure of dating the Prime Minister? And does she use her vag power to have him fire Chris Kirkpatrick who shamed her non-fat thighs? AND WHERE THE FUCK DID LAURA LINNEY GO? Someone send me Pepto-Bismol and a new brain, please and thank you. 

I gotta admit after the first 10 minutes of pure joy over the Ronan sequel trilogy, nothing but worry is left.

There are so many happily ever after hc and fics out there and I adore them all. They give me life but you don’t write three books with a happy Ronan.

What if Maggie breaks up Pynch? What if?

I can’t survive that. I need to sit down. Someone help!!!

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I know you've been gone but any chance of younow thoughts? Your recaps are my favourite. Please please please.

Hello I’m alive and yes I have to because WHAT AN AMAZING LIVE SHOW.

My god, was it just me, or did Dan seem giddy af? He was in such a good mood. Seriously, for a second I almost questioned whether he might be tipsy or something lol. The dimple was nearly on full display that entire hour because of how much he was laughing and smiling. So lovely and nice to watch.

With that came so many gems…..

“Get a house and a dog” “Probably one day, it’s inevitable…I’d like to think.” hahahahahahahahaha ha ha ha h *cries* way to paint the most beautiful picture imaginable, Daniel. I can see it now. Dan. Phil. Dog. House. Koi pond. Garden. Marriage license (but come on, Phil’s right, it’s only just a piece of paper and they’re already married as hell). What more could anyone else want really?

“Phil came up with this one you little shit” My favorite sentence of the whole show.

Dan saying this has been the best year of his life. *wipes tear*

Phil being loud in the background and Dan yelling to him. Also LOVED that he admitted to Phil waiting till the show is over so they can eat together. I mean, we all knew, (gotta love the times when we hear Phil banging around in the kitchen) but it was cute to have him mention it. The idea of Phil getting all restless and trying to make Dan hurry up so they can have dinner is pretty adorable. “The Domestic life of Dan Howell” is right.

He said multiple times how pleased and happy he was that everyone was so supportive of the app. And how scared he was beforehand because he thought the reaction would be negative. That made me a bit sad tbh. That is definitely 100% directly related to the reaction of tabinof and it hurts my heart to think that they might have been any ounce more doubtful of themselves. It would be very difficult to not harbor some insecurities after the reception of the book/tour. Dan already doubts himself quite a lot and it’s just a shame to think that their confidence might have been wounded from that. Especially in regards to something they were/are so proud of. I know people had their reasons and it was a huge shock to many, but I just wish things had been different. That’s all. And his statements today really reminded me of that. But on the positive side, I'm very happy that they were so excited and proud of the way the app was received by everyone this time around. They deserve it.


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Reasons to love Bang Yongguk ( a few at least)

-He’s aegyo might be cringe worthy but you gotta admit it’s damn adorable
-Most precious leader
-Very handsome
-Has amazing tattoos
-Good fashion sense
-Proud father of B.A.P
-Have you seen how proud he looks like looking at the other members…????
-Amazing song writer 👌👌
-Produced the whole MATRIX and Carnival album and other B.A.P songs!!
-Loves Black and White pictures
-Posts things on his SNS in caps lock, it’s cute
-That gummy smile man it’s so cute!
-His hands are so elegant man
-His rap is just 👌👌💯💯
-His deep raspy voice man, I could hear him talk for hours
-Cares a lot for the other members
-Very quiet but very wise person!
-Camera shy
-Looks shy and quiet out of stage but on stage he’s very 💯💯👍👍👌👌
-His love for kids it’s adorable, seriously
-He even made an instagram for his dog
-Has a huge love for Tigger
-Can rap but also sing and when he sings it’s just perfect
-A very super kind person seriously
-Helps everyone he can all the time

Bang Yongguk is the most precious leader ever, seriously there’s so many reasons to love him

Ladies and gentlemen, meet George Gershwin. He was a composer and composed “Rhapsody in Blue” (it’s really famous, and you’ve probably heard bits and pieces of it somewhere!) and “An American in Paris”, among others. He composed, and his brother Ira wrote the lyrics. He wasn’t just a talented composer - he did oil paintings, too! (Very well, I might add.) And George was kind of known as a playboy, too. He dated a lot of girls, got engaged to one, but never married. (and hey, he’s managed to make me fall in love with him from beyond the grave, so, I guess his charm still works.)

He was born in Brooklyn on 26 September 1898, and dear God, that Brooklyn accent. This song - from the 1924 stage show Lady, Be Good! - is sung by Fred Astaire (another one of my loves!). George is playing the piano, and after singing the song, Fred starts dancing (you can hear his taps. love. <333) and he calls out, “How’s that, George?” George says in this incredible voice, “That’s great, Freddie! Do it again!” And then Fred dances some more and you can tell that George is adapting the piano to Fred’s dancing, and near the end Fred starts laughing and it’s just plain adorable.

But he died in 1937, shortly after finishing the score for Shall We Dance, which also starred Fred Astaire. It was a brain tumor. Yeah - we don’t talk about that much, because it makes me cry every time. I mean, c'mon, look, you gotta admit that George is a total STUD. His music still continues to be covered and played, and I think that’s just a testament to his true talent!

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um!!! tsukihina finding each other annoyingly endearing like: hina wanting to wear kei's clothes all the time bc "it's not fair how warm and comfy your clothes are compared to mine!" and kei always calling out hina on how bad his music taste is but he's gotta admit it's adorable when he wakes up to find hina bopping his head and swaying his hips along to the shitty pop blasting from the radio as he cooks breakfast for the two of them and ugh why is this not a thing???

thats!!! so cute!!!

“god, why do you have to be short,” tsukishima complains, rolling his eyes as he makes a show of leaning down to kiss his short boyfriend. hinata makes a face at him, wraps his arms around tsukishima and tugs him down the rest of the way.

OR cuddling! tsukishima complaining that hinata moves around too much, that his feet are too cold pressed against tsukishima’s thigh but really he doesn’t mind cUte 

Did you fall from heaven?

So, I still have some of those pick up line prompts.  And since I finally watched Age of Ultron yesterday, I can actually write the Pietro/Darcy prompt I got!  Did you fall from heaven for Pietro/Darcy from andyousaidtruelovedidntexsist.

               In the wake of Ultron’s attempt to destroy humanity (and really?  A freaking evil robot?  Darcy thought Gods were bad enough), the world wasn’t exactly… enthusiastic about the Avengers.

               Pepper could hold all the press conferences in the world, but they needed more than to just turn the tide of mainstream media in their favor.  That was when Jane had made the suggestion to Thor, who put it up to the other Avengers, and then Darcy was hired as their Social Media PR.

               They needed a fresh, young perspective to twist things to their favor, and she was it.

               Working with the Avengers was, admittedly, pretty cool. And useful.  Like Natasha, teaching her how to defend herself with more than a taser – not that she stopped carrying the taser, of course. But knowing how to throw a decent punch could only be a good thing.  And then there was the amazing tech she had at her fingertips thanks to Social Media. Or the drinking partner she had found in Wanda, who in the aftermath of … everything, had been more than happy to have a friend around her age that could help her loosen up a bit.

               Of course, with Wanda, came Pietro.

               Darcy had been the one to give him the name Quicksilver, because the first time she met him he had given her this… grin, and then just disappeared, and she swore all she saw was a flash of his hair, looking silver, and then he was just gone.

               He had reappeared seconds later with a daisy, and told her that a beautiful girl deserved a beautiful flower, and while she had been flushing bright red, Barton had been scoffing and telling him that he wasn’t nearly as smooth as he thought he was.

               Darcy disagreed of course – she thought he was pretty damn smooth.

               But nothing much had come out of it.  There had been flirting of course, but Darcy flirted with pretty much everyone, and was the point in working with the Avengers if you didn’t take every opportunity to ogle Captain America shirtless and admire how good those men looked in their tight uniforms?  Hell, Darcy was all about the free love – Wanda and Natasha looked pretty damn good too.

               But still, she couldn’t help but look a little longer at Pietro, with his light hair and gorgeous eyes, and she thought she maybe saw him look back once or twice… but, well, he was too fast for her to really be sure.

               “I do not understand why you are upset with my brother,” Wanda told her, when Darcy dragged her out for a night on the town. Darcy had one too many screwdrivers, and somehow that turned into her complaining about how boys – mainly Pietro – were way too hard to understand.

               “Because I wear my cutest low cut tops for him, and give him my best come hither smiles – that always worked nine times out of ten in the past – and yet he always just… runs.”

               “Pietro always runs,” Wanda replied.  “It is his way.  You were the one that named him Quicksilver, no?”

               “Yes, but he’s not supposed to run when I want him to stay.”

               Wanda considered this.  She drank her drink – a gin and tonic – much slower than Darcy, still not sure if she enjoyed alcohol or not.  

               “Perhaps he does not know you wish him to stay. We have spent most of our teen years in the experimental program.  All of the girls he knew… well, they all died.”

               Except his sister, which makes Darcy consider everything.  Because yeah, she had been smiling at him, and he had flirted – a pretty flower for a pretty girl – but maybe… maybe smiles weren’t enough.  Not if he didn’t realize she was smiling at him.

               She turned on her chair an caught sight of him across the bar.  She thought it was sweet, how protective he was of Wanda, even though she was the freaking Scarlet Witch and could more than take care of himself.

               “What are you thinking?” Wanda asked, her expression somewhat uncertain.

               “That you probably aren’t going to want to look toward your brother for a little while, Wanda.”

               Darcy threw back the rest of her drink and set her glass firmly on the counter before she made her way across the bar, to where Pietro watched everything, looking rather uncomfortable.

               “Do you have a map? Cause I keep getting lost in your eyes,” she said with a cheeky grin when she finally reached his side. Pietro startled, and she realized that though he had been looking toward where she had been sitting with Wanda, his mind had apparently been a thousand miles away.

               “I do not understand this statement,” Pietro admitted after a moment, in which his face went through several adorable stages of befuddlement.  

               “It’s a pickup line, Quicksilver,” Darcy replied with a chuckle, nudging him with her shoulder.  “Admittedly, it’s a pretty bad one, but you gotta enjoy the classics every now and then.”

               “Ah,” Pietro looked as though he were considering that, and filing it away for later, then gave her a quick grin that made her pulse race.  “And after this pickup line has been used, would it be natural to offer to buy the pretty girl a drink?”

               “You’re a quick study.  Asking the pretty girl to dance wouldn’t hurt either.”

               She woke up the next morning with a headache and a grin, because memories of dancing with Pietro and plying him with alcohol, only to discover that his increase metabolism meant getting drunk wasn’t an easy feat had left her more than a little tipsy, but he’d totally carried her home.

               When she joined the others, she thought there might be a little awkwardness, but Pietro had given her that smile of his and then gone back to being an utter smartass to Barton, which Darcy was pretty sure was his favorite past time.  When everyone began to go their separate ways for the day, Pietro fell in step with her, an when he leaned down, his breath warm on her ear, she nearly jumped.

               “Did you fall from heaven?” Pietro asked, and he wore that half grin of his.

               “Really?” Darcy blurted, because the combination of his nearness and her own general lack of tact meant that she didn’t really think before speaking.  Pietro’s face fell into confusion.

               “I am sorry.  Barton, he says that is one of those pickup lines?”

               Darcy almost face palmed, because of course it would be Barton, and she shot a glare at the archer who was howling in laughter.

               “He neglected to tell you when you should use them,” Darcy explained.  “It’s typically in bars… when you’re drunk.”

               Comprehension dawned on Pietro’s face, and he turned his own glare to Barton.

               “What’s wrong, Kid?  Didn’t see that one coming?”

               She could see his muscles tensing, ready to go for Barton, but she placed a hand on his arm, making him freeze and look down at her instead.  Throwing caution to the wind – because caution had never really been her thing anyway – she went up on tip toes and pressed a lingering kiss to his cheek.

               “I liked a pretty flower for a pretty girl better,” she admitted, a whisper into his ear, before she went back onto flat feet and went on her way.

               “Oh, c’mon,” she heard Barton whine behind her.  “You can’t tell me she actually let that work, can you?”

               “What?” was Pietro’s reply.  “You didn’t see that one coming?”

               She shot a quick look over her shoulder before she rounded the corner, and saw that for all he was snarking back at Barton, Pietro was watching her go, a goofy grin on his face and his fingers pressed to where she had kissed his cheek.


The famous, hot headed UberhaxorNova. He is the loud one, he is the one with the short temper and the adorable dimples. Nova is know. For his raging, for breaking his keyboard and so on. James is absolutely amazing and a sweetheart, not to mention his cute face-. I mean look at those dimples! Don’t get me wrong i am certainly not a fangirl- but you gotta admit he is a cute looking fellow. When my i am having a bad day, his yelling and raging makes me cry of laughter.

Prompts #2. Things you said when they weren’t around. & #5 How you met one another.

Requested: Yes! By: @agentcarter24601 (#2 and #5 with Tom Holland’s Peter Parker?)

Warnings: Fluff. 

Word Count: 697

“I think he’s kinda cute.”

Your best friend Emily looked over at you smiling, “Why haven’t you told him (Y/N)?”

You shrugged, leaning against the lockers. “Because, he’s got a lot more important things to worry about, then his best friend having a slight crush on him.” Emily began to laugh, “Slight?” she questioned looking at you, “You have literally talked about him nonstop for the past like month, it’s definitely not slight.”  You huffed, looking behind Emily to see Peter at his locker, shoving stuff in, one of his friends coming up to him and talking to him. When you had first met Peter, you honestly did not expect all of this to happen, the crush, him telling you he was a superhero. It all happened so fast.

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Valentine's Day

Newt knew he should’ve been touring the Greenbean, but he couldn’t. You were there, laughing at something Frypan said, and it was driving him crazy.

The Greeenie—Chuck, he remembered—suddenly spoke. “Uh… hello? Can you hear me?” Newt snapped out of his stupor. “Right, as I was saying,” he rattled on, mindlessly pointing out the landmarks of the Glade. “…and right there is where you get your food. Frypan’s the Keeper.” He said, pointing him out for the younger boy to see. Chuck nodded, then pointed to you. “Then who’s she?” he asked.

Newt followed the direction of Chuck’s finger and saw it was directed at you. A slight blush appeared on his cheeks. “Oh. Her. U-uhm, Y-y-y/N’s the only girl in the Glade. She arrived after me.” He immediately looked in the other direction, hoping you didn’t see his face, gradually becoming redder.

Chuck, however, noticed. A small smirk grew on his face. “Y/N, huh? Do you like her? It looks like you do,” he teased. The older boy threw a death glare at him. “If you don’t want to be meet the Grievers tonight,” he said, “then you bloody well make sure you don’t breathe a word of this to her. Understood?” Chuck nodded, but decided to tease Newt one more time before running off. “You didn’t deny it though!” he quipped.

Newt whirled around, hoping to the high heavens you didn’t hear the Greenie. Luckily, you were still engrossed in conversation with Frypan. He sighed in relief. He was about to come over and say hello but you glanced at your wristwatch and saw that the alarm was blaring. You said a hasty goodbye and ran off to do your duty for the day. You gave a hurried wave in his direction, but he could barely wave back as you were already too far. Shrugging, he limped over to his friend.

“Nice one, Newt. You’re only slightly red after seeing Y/N! An improvement, I must say,” said Frypan, a slight joking tone laced in his words. “What are you talking about?” asked Newt, suddenly finding his gardening tool much more interesting. “Y/N, you shuckhead. There’s no use denying it. You like her, don’t you?” Newt sighed, a small smile creeping up his face. “Yeah, I do.” Frypan’s grin began to grow. Craning his neck, he called Gally over.

“What do you shanks want?” he grumbled. Frypan threw his arm around Newt, “This one right here,” he said, amusement clear in his voice, “finally admitted he liked Y/N.” Gally didn’t seem surprised. “Not exactly news, is it? We’ve known for ages, Frypan.” Sauntering over to Newt, he shot a mischievous look at him. “But,” he said, “I heard someone else likes Y/N.”

Newt felt a surge of jealousy run through him. “Who?” he seethed. Gally chuckled. “You sure you wanna know? I mean, if you’d just make your move now she’ll—“ Newt cut him off. “Who. Is. It.” He demanded. The Builder seemed surprised at the sudden outburst. “Calm down,” he said teasingly. Seeing that he was having none of it, he blurted out “Minho” before making his merry way.

Frypan clapped his friend’s shoulder. “Looks like you have some competition,” he said. It was common knowledge among the Gladers that Newt and Minho were practically inseparable—bonded like brothers, one of them said. Newt couldn’t help but feel a sort of betrayal. Minho knew about his crush on you, but he couldn’t deny the way Minho had been behaving around you recently. The lingering stares, the inability to look you straight in the eye when you were talking to him; it wasn’t too far from how Newt would behave around you.

He exhaled, almost in defeat. There was an aching feeling in the pit of his stomach. She’ll never like you back, he thought. Minho’s not as worthless as you are. Bloody hell, you tried to kill yourself! What makes you think Y/N’d go for someone like you?

“Hey, listen,” said the Keeper, pulling Newt out of his trance. “Tell Y/N you like her before Minho can.” Newt gave a dry laugh at this. “As if it’s that easy,” he said. He saw you in the corner of his eye, tending to the crops. You face was flush and your clothes drenched in sweat, but he still thought you were the most beautiful person he’d ever laid eyes on. “You know what?” he said, turning around to face Frypan, “I think I will.”


A few hours had passed, and the sun was beginning to set. Zart told you that you were done for the day, and you were just about to make your way back to the Homestead when you heard someone calling you. Turning around, you saw it was Minho, doubled over and panting. You ran to him and held him up. “Hello to you too. Don’t you normally go to the Map Room after spending the entire day in there?” you said, motioning to the Maze.

Minho stiffened at your touch, but immediately relaxed. “Not today, Y/N,” he said in between deep breaths. You raised your eyebrows, only to be surprised by a small bouquet of flowers suddenly thrust at your face. You gingerly took the flowers from Minho, eyeing him suspiciously. This isn’t normal, you thought.  

“Thanks,” you said, lifting the flowers. He mumbled an almost incoherent “You’re welcome” back.

An awkward silence settled on you both like a heavy blanket. Wanting nothing more than to escape the situation, you look at Minho, but he kept avoiding your gaze. “Minho, listen—“

You were cut off when you felt yourself pushed against the wall of the Homestead. When your brain registered that there was a rough pair of lips attached to yours, only then did you realize what was happening. Minho had you trapped and he was kissing you. You pushed him off and slapped him across the face, not even looking at him. “You piece of klunk,” you spat in his direction, before storming up to your room, leaving Minho stunned, a stinging red mark on his cheek.


Newt was talking to Alby when he heard someone storming up their makeshift home. He turned and saw you, fists clenched,  face beginning to flush red. He stared for a moment, knowing better than to go up to you right then. He waited a few minutes after hearing the heavy slam of your door. He made his way to your room, and knocked tentatively on the door.

“Go away!” you said, not wanting to deal with anyone. “Y/N, it’s Newt.” he pleaded. “I just want to help. If you don’t unlock this bloody door so help me I will—“ he was cut off when the door swung open.

You collapsed against Newt. Hugging him tightly, you vaguely noticed him tensing up but relaxing almost immediately. “What happened?” he murmured against your H/C hair, not wanting to let you go.

“He-he kissed me. He held me against the wall and kissed me.” You said against his chest. Newt felt his heart fall to his stomach. He already had an inkling of who it could’ve been, but he still had to ask. “Who?”

Before you could open your mouth to answer, you both heard heavy footsteps headed your way, “Y/N, listen, I didn’t mean to—“

Minho’s face fell at the sight ahead of him. He felt as though the world was just pulled from under him. Newt looked up and saw who it was. It didn’t take him long to piece together what had happened. Slowly removing your grip on him, you stood back as he went to face Minho.

Minho couldn’t get a word out before Newt punched him square in the jaw. Minho retaliated and punched him back. “Keep your hands off her,” Newt growled, dodging Minho’s attacks.

You, on the other hand, stayed in the background. A moment of confusion gave way to realization; you had finally pieced it together. Those moments when you’d catch them looking at you for ages finally made sense. They liked you. Soft giggles turned into full-fledged laughter as you became aware of what was actually happening.

The boys stopped when they heard your voice. They were undoubtedly confused when they saw you doubled over in laughter, wiping a stray tear out of your face. When you came to, you sauntered over to them, a smug expression on your face.

“So,” you said teasingly, “It looks like you two shanks have a crush on me.” You walked to Minho and said, “Even if you are a piece of klunk, I gotta admit, you are kinda cute,” Minho shot a triumphant look at the blonde, only to be met by an exasperated sigh. 

“And you,” you said, stopping in front of Newt, “aren’t too bad either. You’re a sweetheart and adorable to boot. What’s not to like?” Newt mouthed a mocking laugh at the other boy, but he rolled his eyes in response.

You stepped in between them, dropping your voice to a whisper. “I know you like me. The question is, though…which one of you do I like?”

You walked down the few steps to your room, and shot a smug wink in their direction, leaving the two stunned and slack-jawed Gladers in your wake.


A/N: Yeah I know the title is incredibly unrelated to the story itself but its like 6AM and I can’t sleep and I just finished my final essay for school when this idea hit me, which just meant I wouldn’t be getting some sleep anytime soon. So…yeah. That would explain the absolute crap quality of this.

FYI, it’s actually Feb 15 where I live, but because time zones and all, I guess it’s still Vday where most of you live. Hope you have a spectacular day, but if you don’t have a date, at least you have these Gladers to spend the day with! ;)