he's prettier than the girl

@she-the-killer-queen requested a post like my bisexual Remus post but with Sirius so…

I present to you: gay Sirius Black

(Alternate introduction: my hand slipped and this time it wasn’t an accident)

  • Sirius Black is completely, 100% straight, probably
  • I mean, girls never really caught his attention much but it’s pretty safe to say that’s normal because very few people have the James-Potter-level obsession he’s watching unfold in front of him
  • Plus he does sort of like the attention he gets from girls, mostly because he finds it almost as amusing as James does that there’s anything remotely seductive about him
  • But he just hasn’t met the right one yet
  • Moony’s prettier than most girls he’s met so far anyway
  • Wait, did he say that out loud?
  • He must have because now James is gasping for air and Peter is getting redder by the second and Remus is coming back from the bathroom and Sirius is pretending he has no idea what caused James to go into a fit
  • He thinks he’s hiding it well except for the times he catches Remus giving him funny looks that make his stomach do weird cartwheels
  • But this is just the black-sheep of the Black family (oh how James laughs) performing yet another act of rebellion, right? Anything to buck tradition?
  • Only it feels so much bigger than that, and when he’s with Remus he wants nothing more than to wrap him up in his arms and protect him from himself, and James assures him that that is Very Gay
  • So one morning in the Shrieking Shack when he’s aching for everything Remus has ever gone through and the exhaustion is deep in the lines and scars of Remus’s face and he doesn’t know how else to make him feel better he decides there’s no point anymore in holding back
  • Maybe there never was because if there was ever anything he’d want to do for the rest of his life it’s this
  • With Remus
  • And he’s happy until he isn’t
  • He never intended for things to be like this
  • The day Remus learns the truth and forgives him is one of the happiest day of his life and if he had his way he’d never let Remus out of his sight again never mind his arms
  • But his godson needs him and there are so very few people left in the world that he loves so well
  • In the end he thinks he’s okay with the way things have gone because the two people he loves most in the world still have each other and in a world of such imperfect endings to have loved at all is more than he could have ever hoped for
you could do better // brett talbot

pairings: brett talbot x reader

warnings: Low Self Esteem (?)

a/n: I am suffering from major writers block and being extremely busy with school and dance so sorry for the lack of imagines ;

You and Lydia were sitting on the bleachers watching the guys practice,

It was your free period and Brett loved it when you came to watch him practice.

He would always try to show off in front of you,

Sending winks and smirks your way that cause your cheeks to blush and your heart to race.

You looked at him in adoring eyes,

But for a while now you have been having a thought in the back of your head;

You kept thinking why he was with you,

Why he even likes you,

You didn’t understand.

You knew he could find another girl who was prettier than you and probably smarter and more social.

You were quite shy and if it weren’t for Lydia you would have probably been a total outcast by now.

“Y/N” Lydia snaps her fingers in front of your face to grab your attention.

“Hm?” You ask trying to play it off.

“What’s wrong? I can tell something’s on your mind.”

“N-Nothing, I’m just really tired.”

“Sure” She said sarcastically.

“Really, I am exhausted.” You said with a slight chuckle.

“Okay, I’m sure.”

“Fine, don’t believe me.”

“Y/N I know something is wrong, You can tell me anything you know that right?”

“Yeah, Yeah I know.”

You look back to the field to see the guys packing up and walking towards the locker rooms.

You and Lydia walk back to the school as you feel a pair of strong arms snake around your waist as Brett leans his head on your shoulder giving you a kiss on your cheek.

“Heyyyy” You said in a soft voice as you turned around to face him.

“And hello to you too.” He said before pressing his soft lips against yours in a short but loving kiss.

“I’m glad you came to see me practice.” He smiled down at you.

“And I enjoyed watching you.” You said as he bit his lower lip.

“Wanna come over to study? We do have a big test in two days.”

“I’d love to.”

“I’ll meet you after school, wait next to your locker I’ll meet you there.”

“Okay” You giggled as you leaned in to press yet another kiss on his lips.

A couple seconds later and the bell causes you two to break apart from each other in frustration.

“Meet you later.” He said kissing the top of your head before you two parted ways to your classes.

Three periods later and your day was finally over.

You were at your locker putting back the books from your previous lesson and taking out your books to study with Brett.

As your eyes wandered around the hall your sight landed on Brett,

He was talking to another girl,

Her name was Emily and she was quite a good friend of yours.

You didn’t think to much of it considering you knew they were partnered for a project they had in Biology but another thought came to your mind;

You watched the two talking,

He was the popular jock,

everyone wanted to either be him or with him,

She was blonde and tall,

She looked amazing.

You felt a sadness run through your body,

You knew he could easily find someone better than you,

That he could leave you in a second,

That it would crush your heart.

You went back to putting your books back in your locker as you felt Brett coming your way.

“Hey.” He said kissing the top of your head and then leaning back on the locker next to yours.

“Hey.” You smiled at him trying to conceal the feelings that lingered in your mind from the thoughts of him leaving you.

Brett sensed something was off,

He noticed the scent of sadness washing over you.

“Is everything okay?” He said in a soothing voice.

“Yeah, I’m fine.” You said faking a smile as you closed your locker.

Brett held your hand in his as you two walked over to his car before driving over to his place.

You sat on his bed staring at the multiple equations laid before your eyes,

Brett sat next to his desk trying just like you to try to understand what the hell these numbers are saying.

You started writing down an equation but started scribbling over it because of a wrong answer, You laid down your notebook and groaned in frustration,

Your actions caught Bretts attention as his head whipped your way.

He got up and moved your books aside and sat infront of you,

You fumbled with your fingers as your head looked down avoiding eye contact with Brett.

“You okay? You’ve been really quiet ever since we got here.”

“Yeah I told you I was fine” You looked to the side before looking  back down at your hands.

“Talk to me, I know somethings wrong.” He said holding your hand in his as his thumb lightly stroked your hand in a slightly calming way.

“Well-“ You started.

“I saw you with Emily today and it made me think,

I’m scared that one day you won’t love me anymore,

That one day you will see through my flaws,

Actually see through them and decide that you don’t like it after all,

And that me laughing too loudly and sometimes fumbling with words will start to become something you won’t find appealing anymore.

But thats not all, I’m terrified of the day that you’ll leave,

Just like everyone else did when they finally realised what kind of a mess I am.

They say if you love something let it go but please Brett don’t let me go.”

“I just don’t see what you see in me, Why do you even bother to be with me?”

You took a deep breath,

Brett was listening to you intensely,

Hearing every word you had to say and you could tell by the look in his eyes it broke his heart hearing this from you.

His eyes were admiring and loving but you could see a sadness in them.

He held up his hand to your cheek stroking it lightly before moving to your chin to lift your head so you could face him.

“Y/N, it breaks my heart hearing these words, knowing this is how you feel.

To be honest I’ve never seen a girl like you before,

I’ve never laid eyes on anyone as gorgeous as you I mean your body, the way you look makes me weak.

But thats not why I fell for you,

I fell in love with you because of the person that you are,

Your loving and passionate heart,

The way you smile, God Y/N looking at your smile makes my day.

You might be shy and quiet but you’re passionate and funny, You make sure no one ever feels alone or sad,

Y/N, I love you and I will never leave you.

There is no one better than you, You complete me,

You are my both my strength and my weakness.”

You looked into the green eyes you adored and felt a smile creep upon your lips.

You wrapped you hands around his neck as he pulled you closer to I’m by your waist,

Your head resting in the crook of his neck as he held you tight.

“I love you..” You whispered faintly.

“I love you too” He said placing a kiss on the top of your head.

“And I always will.”

I have a lot to say on the subject of Carla and Ford, too. Like…I just need them to be besties, OK? 

And it’s tricky working with a character that gets like 1 line and a grand total of maybe 3 minutes of screen time (probably less; I’ve never clocked it), but I tend to think of her as being a little bit older than the twins, maybe by only a month or two, and I just feel like she has a very sisterly bond with Ford. 

Like when I think about how Stan introduced her to Ford like, I feel like Ford doesn’t know what to make of her because there’s a girl that’s dating…Stan? And she’s prettier than he’d expected a girl who’d taken a liking to Stan to be. And he’s not at all accustomed to shaking hands unless he HAS to, but she doesn’t even given him a moment to fully process her being there before she sticks her hand out, and introduces herself with a smile and a simple, “Carla,” and looking him in the eyes expectantly. 

That memory of the disaster with Cathy Crenshaw flashes through his mind, and he hesitates before finally taking her hand. “Stanford.”

She has a strong grip for a girl, or so he imagines. Her smile widens, and she doesn’t break eye contact. “Stan talks about you ALL the time,” she says. And that’s it. Not a word about his fingers, not even a glance as far as he can tell.

And she probably doesn’t even bring it up until much later when they’re both waiting for Stan to get out of detention for fighting some kid that made fun of Ford. They’re probably talking about science projects or what Carla will be studying when she takes the class Ford is in next year, and then there’s a lull in the conversation, and out of the blue Carla says, “You know, I met a girl at summer camp who had webbed toes. It was neat, but I think your polydactyly’s way cooler.” 

And it just floors him because she knows what it’s called, and she thinks it’s cool, and she doesn’t think he’s weird or a freak or anything. And Stan can date her forever as far as he’s concerned because hanging out with Carla is the best.

Carla and Ford being study buddies because Carla does care about her grades and who better than Ford to help? Joking with him and the two talking about Stan, laughing over those little things about him they both think are hilarious and absurd. Just…Carla and Ford being FRIENDS. Ford at least having ONE friend before he gets to college. 

Drunken Confessions

Pairing: Lafayette x reader

Words: 770

Warnings: Google translated French, alcohol

Prompts: “Are you drunk?” “I may have had a few shots.”

A/N: This is my first Lafayette and it’s probably really shitty but that won’t stop me from uploading it! As usual please send requests(I only have like 2 more fanfiction ideas please send requests)

You stumbled, nearly tripping in the array of people as you made your way over to your friend at the other side of the bar. He was talking to some girl who was prettier and more confident than you, but all logical thinking was tossed aside after your third shot.

“Heyy, Lafayette.” You could hear your own slurring as you leaned on the Frenchman for extra balance.

“Are you drunk?” He questioned, staring at you incredulously. You rarely gotten drunk and you usually had a good reason for drinking.

“I may have had a few shots.” You retorted.

“We should get you home.”

“As long as you come with me, Laf.” You knew you never called him Laf, but why not start now?

“Come on.” He wasn’t looking you in the eye and it was frustrating you to no end.

“Why won’t you look at me? I like looking into your eyes.” He stared straight ahead as he gripped your arm, dragging you to his car.

“You’re drunk; you don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“That doesn’t stop me from loving you.” You smirked as he froze, looking at you with wide eyes.

“Tu m’aimes?” He reverted to his native language in surprise.

“You know I only speak English, frenchy.” You giggled, sliding into the passenger seat of his car.

“Nothing, it’s not important. What’s important is you not dying on the way home.” He focused only on the road, the entire drive home and you pouted.

“Come on, Laffy Taffy, I can tell you’re resisting me and I don’t know why, it’s not like I’d regret hitting that.” A blush crept onto his cheeks as he stared at you for a moment.

“No. You’re drunk, which wouldn’t make it consensual.” He exclaimed flatly.

“Don’t be like that.” You whined, leaning closer to him in the car before he pushed you away with one hand. You clumsily fell backwards at the gesture. “Fine.” You sat pouting for the rest of the ride.

“We’re here.” Lafayette announced finally.

“Will you stay the night?” You tried once more, the alcohol giving you all of your confidence.

“Alright, but that’s all I’m doing.” He sighed, as you admired his features.

Lafayette brought you inside, laying you in your bed and grabbing a glass of water for you to drink in the morning. He resigned to the couch once he assumed you were asleep. You, however, were not.

You snuck into the living room where the unsuspecting Frenchman was sleeping on the pull-out couch. You smiled drunkenly, climbing in next to him and quickly drifting off into a peaceful dream.

You woke up groggily, a headache blasting through your ears. Suddenly your eyes snapped open as you felt the body heat next to you. “L-Lafayette?” You mumbled, half asleep but panicked. A groan responded, rolling over.

“Y/N?” He sat up, and you were suddenly extremely aware of how shirtless he was.

“What happened last night?” You asked quietly, unsure of if you wanted the answer or not.

“Nothing!” You sighed in relief. “I made sure nothing would happen because you were so drunk!” He quickly replied. “Last thing I remember was sleeping in a different room from you.” He mumbled, almost to himself.

“Well, last thing I remember is getting drunk, so you’d know more than me.” You groaned, standing to get yourself some water. You retreated back to the couch once you had it.

“You kept hitting on me.” You choked on your drink. Oh no.

“Oh, uh yeah.” You laughed, playing it off. “I was just really drunk.” He looked at you, and you could’ve sworn his expression had a hint of sadness.

“So you didn’t mean anything you said to me?” He whispered.

“I mean, I don’t know what I said to you.” He almost looked crushed. “But, probably.” He looked up suddenly, his eyes wide.

“What does that mean?” He questioned, his voice raising slightly as he got more excited.

“Well…” You decided it was now or never to tell him you were in love with him. “I’m kinda… In love with you.” You were about to stand, leaving the room out of pure awkwardness when you felt a pair of lips crashing against yours. It didn’t take long for you to melt into the kiss, your arms wrapping around Lafayette. Finally, oxygen got the better of the two of you, and you both pulled away. “Maybe I need to get drunk more often.” You laughed.


Nick Robinson-Trust Me

A/N: So I got 3+ requests to do a Nick Robinson imagine and I absolutely love him so I just couldn’t wait to write one. I hope you guys like this!

Warnings: Angst, Spoilers for The 5th Wave, I don’t really know

Your POV
Today you were on set for The 5th Wave. Your boyfriend Nick was here filming for the role Ben Parish. You had loved The 5th Wave series and had actually been the one to push Nick to audition for the role of Ben. So when he had asked you to come along to set with him today, you were more than happy to. The downside was Chloe Grace Moretz. Not that you had anything personal against Chloe. You loved Chloe and you loved her work. But being around her made you realize just how easy it would be to be replaced. Nick could have any girl he wanted, including Chloe. He could have any girl that was skinnier, prettier, less insecure than you. And that terrified you. Nick was your entire world. To lose him would also be losing a best friend and nobody could take that much pain in one day. Not to mention, you saw the way Nick looked at Chloe. The longing in his eyes. It was towards the end of the filming day and they had just wrapped the scene where Evan kissed Cassie in front of Ben. Watching Nick film that scene, his acting seemed all too real to you. To you, he wasn’t just acting. To you, he was completely in love with Chloe Grace Moretz. You stared at your dark phone screen, trying to look busy. Someone walked over to you and hugged you. You looked up, expecting to see Nick, but instead saw Alex Roe. Alex had been a good friend of yours since filming started so you melted into his arms and closed your eyes.

“What’s going on?” He whispered as he hugged you tighter.

“You’ll think I’m crazy.” You muttered darkly and looked down at the ground. Alex turned you around and forced you to look him in the eyes. His eyes searched yours.

“What’s going on?” He asked in a concerned tone.

“I’ve just been watching the way Nick looks at Chloe, Alex, and- and it’s not looking good for me.” Alex sighed. The last thing he wanted was to see you get hurt and to be honest, he watched how Nick acted around Chloe, and it was the same goofy, cute way he had acted when you two had first started dating.

“Go talk to him. And if he breaks up with you, I’ll kick his ass.” Alex said causing you to laugh.

“Thanks Alex.” You said smiling and surveyed the set as Alex walked off. After looking around, you realized that Nick had probably gone off to his dressing room and so that’s where you headed. You had always just walked right into Nick’s dressing room, but for some reason you knocked.

“Come in.” You heard Nick call and you took a deep breath as you turned the doorknob. There was no turning back now. Nick turned around in his chair.

“Hey babe.” Nick said smiling at you, and you forced a smile. Of course your boyfriend of 8 months saw right through that. “What’s wrong?” He asked, his eyes following to where you sat down on the couch in his dressing room.

“I don’t know how you’d react if I told you.” You muttered.

“Babe, what’s going on?”

“I know you like Chloe.” You whispered, barely audible. But Nick heard it. The damage was done.

“W-what? Why do you think that?” Nick asked incredulously.

“Because I see the way you look at her and I can tell that you like her.” You answered shakily. Nick threw his hands in the air.

“That’s it. I’m done.”


“No! Okay, the fact that my girlfriend thinks that I like my co-star over her is ridiculous. But you know what, I’ve seen this coming for a while now. A part of me feels like you’ve just been waiting, waiting to push me away.”

“No! Okay, don’t you dare try and turn this on me. Do you know how hard it is to be your girlfriend? Do you know how hard it is to get up in the morning when your boyfriend is an actor on the rise? Do you know how hard it is to deal with hate, rumors, and on top of that, now this?!?” You snapped, standing up from your position on the couch. Tears stung your eyes and you quickly tried to wipe them away before Nick saw them. Nick pulled you into his arms and his expression softened.

“Sh, I’m sorry okay? I’m sorry for snapping at you. I’m sorry for letting you think that I like Chloe. Truth is, your the most amazing girlfriend a guy could have. Sometimes I wonder how come you don’t leave me. And I can’t lose you. Trust me.” More tears pricked your eyes and you just further buried your head into Nick’s chest. It would definitely take some time, but you were definitely willing to work out your problems with Nick if it meant just spending even one more day with him.

Things to love about Orihara Izaya:
  • His fur coat
  • His black t-shirt
  • His black jeans
  • His smirk
  • He is Orihara Izaya
  • He is hot af
  • His silver ring
  • He is prettier than a girl
  • His crazy-ass laughter
  • His face
  • Him
  • His name is Izaya
  • He is smart af
  • He is independent
  • He is Orihara Izaya
  • He is actually really lonely but doesn’t show it (which makes you want to hug him and pat him on the head and say ‘aww.. there, there. I’m always here for you’
  • His nail filer
  • The fact that you just can’t decide whether you want to kiss him or slap him
  • His eyes
  • He is Orihara Izaya
  • He is a freaking parkour expert
  • He is also a freaking ninja, apparently, coz even parkour has its limits, goddammit!
  • He is insane
  • He is amazing at running away
  • He is Orihara Izaya
  • 99.9% of the things happening in Ikebukuro are his fault
  • He is the perfect partner for shizuo
  • Drrr wouldn’t have happened without him, since he creates trouble, which is the plot. If he wasn’t there, there wouldn’t be a plot, and the natural and supernatural would just live together in peace, thus there would be no drrr.
  • He is Orihara Izaya
  • His existence
  • I wouldn’t have found a perfect otp if he hadn’t been there (SHIZAYA, HELL YEAH!)
  • He has two younger sisters who are twins (TWINS!!!)
  • His sisters are cool af - one of them is badass af and the other is cool in an eerie, quiet kind of way
  • Akane met shizuo because of him
  • He is the most beautiful trash (yes. More beautiful than Tsukiyama Shuu)
  • He is Orihara Izaya

To be Continued…

anonymous asked:

he is sorta ugly which made me like him bc he was actually realistic for me (im an earth sign lmao), or so i thought. turns out he gets all these girls that r way prettier than me so guess i underestimated him! really sweet though, respectful. he's a cancer sun taurus moon, so he's all about family life which i can't relate too. oh well! it's not like i would ever tell anyone how i feel about them.

ugly hot boys can get it too i guess

Your Fave is Problematic

Lee Pace

  • Is a literal trashcan tbh
  • Says he is too gentle to be badass like wtf the fuck
  • Simultaneously is a giant teddy bear
  • and looks like he could fuck me into next Tuesday
  • Makes a prettier girl than I do tbh
  • Can sing????? where is my Pushing Daisies musical
  • Likes nachos when under the influence
  • Looks good scruffy AND clean shaven
  • Is like 7 feet tall
  • Loves dogs
  • Is known for being polite like ew
  • Did I mention the trash part
  • Trash trash

Girl Power.

In this episode of Krishna makes some manips for Leafy, I decided to go with Femmy because honestly speaking dude? I missed femmy so much and… Leafy somehow looked good as a girl wtf. He’s even much prettier than me lol. But anyway here you go and have Femmy for this day edit.