hey look this song is about me

greenscreenmachine  asked:

Hey, I just wanted to let you know I finally looked up Pete Seeger after like 3 months of following you and listened to the entirity of Songs of Hope and Struggle. He's great, I love him, and now I have to tell people who ask me what I to listen to that I like folk music about union organizing and it's all your fault. So, uh, thanks, good job, keep it up, proud of you.

Nice!! Check out Woody Guthrie, Joe Glazer, John McCutcheon, Utah Phillips, Phil Ochs, and David Rovics as well for more similar stuff!

right so i’m gonna give you a more detailed account of what went down :

so on sunday taylor liked a photo of me and i was S H O O K because she’d never noticed me before, and the next morning i woke up to a message from rn from the night before, asking me for some details (this was all completely confidential). they rung me back and said that they had a secret event they wanted to invite me to on friday. they were very vague about the details so i guessed it was pretty big. so i spent the whole week getting excited and then the friday came and i was dying inside from not telling you guys! but we went to the meeting place that we’d been told to go to (there was a terrible moment when i thought i wasn’t going to make it on time bc i’d gone to the wrong place that was an hour away but thank god we got there) and after queuing for a while we signed confidentiality agreements and gave up our bags and phones. after a lil while we got on a shuttle bus to another secret location and by this point i was like actually d y i n g. we got in, they did some security checks and we went up to the kitchen to get food (taylor’s spotify playlist was on in the background). there were rep m and m’s, rep iced biscuits, cheese and crackers and ofc my fave chicken nuggets (THEY WERE SO GOOD I ATE LIKE 10). i was talking to @auntbeckyisbae and @lovetaylorsmusic (who are so lovely btw) when i spotted scott swift handing out guitar picks and talking to fans. and then tree paine came thru and that was awesome bc it was like all the iconic people were there, and we also saw andrea coming down the stairs and waved. and then suddenly we all got moved through to the living room with candles burning everywhere and cushions on the floor around a chair and a speaker and that was when i let myself get my hopes up that this was a secret session. and then as i was looking at the door i saw a glimpse of red lipstick and shouted so loud and everyone started shouting and screaming support and my queen @taylorswift came in in the most beautiful camouflage patterned dress, with curly hair and these fucking snake boots that slayed me so hard. she introduced herself (ofc) and talked us through what was gonna happen and what we could and couldn’t say and she shouted out all 13 of the countries represented. and then the secret stuff happened that i can’t talk about but i can promise you reputation is a piece of art ; it’s dark, it’s sexy, it’s sharp, it’s emotional and it’s so her. there were songs that had us screaming bc of how witty they were and then THAT song that we all cried at. at one point during the one that made us all cry tay looked at me and smiled and mouthed some of the most emotional lyrics and i d i e d. then we got to read the rep magazines and they were passed around while tay got ready for photos, and then suddenly i was walking in to meet her and i was so nervous and she smiled really big and said ‘hey honey!’ in the brightest voice and i told her i loved her and she said i love you too! and we talked about the cats and she said mere still hates her but loves her bf and we just talked and it was incredible. we took a picture of me hugging her and then my brother got one too, and all too soon it was over and i was walking away and saying bye and thank you. and then we got our merch bags and got on the bus back.

it was the best night of my life.

SKAM S04E08 Clip 6 - Happy Birthday to you

ADAM: We’re fasting. We’re not having hotdogs.

ESKILD: Is that Fedon Lindberg, or who is it?

LINN: I’ve probably had chlamydia like thirteen times, it’s like.. Just take some antibiotics and it’s gone.

VILDE: Yeah.

LINN: But in the eye? I haven’t heard that one before.

EVEN: You can just do it from your side. Should I do it now? Bad hit!

ELIAS: Awesome! Look what he did now.

EVEN: Hey, guys!

MAGNUS: Hey! Hey. I’m Magnus.

ELIAS: I’m Elias.

MAGNUS: You know my girlfriend.

ELIAS: Oh.. The blonde one?


ELIAS: Right! Yeah, yeah, yeah. She has talked lots about you.

MAGNUS: She did?

ELIAS: Yeah, she talked about you a lot.

MAGNUS: What does she say about me?

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everybody wants to love you!

anonymous requested: for the soulmate prompt thing at first i was like aww for number 18 but then i just imagined modern reddie and eddie has fucking all star by smashmouth stuck in his head who the fuck is singing all start oh it’s richie (also on ao3)

Everyone knew that if a song was stuck in your head, it was because your soulmate was singing it. Eddie had always thought it was cute until it began happening to him. Now the main reason he wanted to meet his soulmate was to strangle them for singing such annoying songs.

Eddie struggled to concentrate on the textbook in front of him. He groaned and closed the book, resting his face in his hands. Bill gave him a concerned look over his laptop.

“Something wrong, Eddie?” he asked.

The brunet looked at him in exasperation. “They’re singing again. Why do they always have to start singing whenever I’m doing something important!?”

Bill smiled sympathetically. “What is it this time?”

Somebody once told me the world is gonna roll me / I ain’t the sharpest tool in the shed / She was looking kind of dumb with her finger and her thumb / In the shape of an “L” on her forehead

“Fucking ‘All Star’ by Smash Mouth. I hate my life, Bill.”

His friend laughed. “You say that now but you’ll change your mind when you meet your soulmate.”

The hypochondriac rolled his eyes. “Whatever, Bill. You’re not the one with a soulmate that sings meme songs and weird indie shit. I wish my soulmate sang pretty songs like yours,” he grumbled.

Hey now, you’re an all-star, get your game on, go play / Hey now, you’re a rock star, get the show on, get paid / And all that glitters is gold / Only shooting stars break the mold

Eddie whined again and buried his face in his arms.

“I want to die.”

He shot Bill a glare when he laughed.


“Are we rehearsing tonight?” Bill asked the lead singer and founder of their band.

Richie groaned. “I don’t want to but we have to keep practicing that song we’re gonna cover for the show on Friday, which is two days from now. So yeah, we’re rehearsing.”

Bill snorted. “Alright, I’ll let Bev know then.”

He left to call their bassist and Richie leaned back in the lounge chair in the Student Union. He began to hum the tune of their new song. The trashmouth pulled out his notebook and scribbled down some notes and lyric ideas.

I come home in the morning light / My mother says when you gonna live your life right / Oh mother dear we’re not the fortunate ones / And girls they wanna have fun / Oh girls just want to have fun

Richie smiled wide as he stilled his hand. He really wanted to meet his soulmate. From what he could gather by their taste in music, they’d be fun to be around.

“What are you smiling about?”

He looked up. Bill sat down across from him, eyebrow raised knowingly. Richie’s cheeks reddened as he looked back to his notebook.

When the working / When the working day is done / Oh when the working day is done oh girl / Girls, they wanna have fun

“My soulmate’s singing.”

Bill nodded, a smirk forming. “Beverly’s on her way,” he told him. “She’s bringing dinner, also.”

“God bless her fucking soul.”


Eddie watched as Stan threw himself dramatically on the couch in his apartment. He groaned loudly before regaining his composure and sitting up.

“Everything okay, Stan?” Eddie asked, genuinely concerned for his friend.

The curly haired teen looked up at him. “Yes and no.”

The brunet raised an eyebrow in confusion.

“Yes, I’m fine as in there isn’t anything actually wrong with me. No, I’m not fine because my soulmate won’t stop singing love songs.”

Eddie gave him a jealous look. “I’d take that over getting ‘Never Gonna Give You Up’ stuck in my head every hour.”

Stan snorted. “I really want to meet them but it’s unlikely. I just hope the chances are good enough that we go to the same university.”

“I get what you mean. I want to meet my soulmate and beat the crap out of them for getting all those shitty songs stuck in my head, but yeah, I also want to meet them for the obvious reasons.”

“Yeah, I’m sorry, Eddie, but your soulmate sounds like a fucking nightmare,” his friend said. “Anyway, ready to start this dumbass history project?”

Eddie groaned and went over to the TV and turned it on.

“By the way, my roommate might be back, like, halfway through this documentary,” he explained as he inserted the DVD.

“I’m warning you now but history is honestly the most boring subject so don’t get mad at me if I fall asleep, which is very likely. Just pay extra attention,” Stan told him, pulling his feet up on the couch.

Eddie rolled his eyes and sat with him on the couch, pressing the play button. He tried to focus but the dull voice of the narrator explaining the French Revolution was making it hard. That and the new song stuck in his head.

Your sister thinks that I’m a freak / She’s been ignoring my calls, we haven’t spoken in a week / I get so drunk that I can’t speak / Yeah, nothing’s working and the future’s looking bleak and I say

“Really? Now of all times?”

“Song stuck in your head?” Stan asked as he repositioned himself to lie down.

Eddie nodded miserably. “Yeah, and it sounds loud. You know what I mean.”

“No, not really.”

Three beers and I’m so messed up, get drunk and I can’t shut up / She says that I drink too much / I fucked up and she hates my guts / She says that I need to grow up

“It always happens when I really need to focus. I feel like they know,” Eddie explained.

“Well, block it out and pay attention. I can feel my soul dying as this documentary progresses.”

The hypochondriac laughed at his friend and drew his legs up on the couch so he was sitting crisscross.

I’ll drink ‘til I’m staring at the ceiling / I’ll be just fine I’m numb and losing feeling / I can’t tell lies anymore

“What are we even supposed to do for this assignment?” Stan asked, looking over at Eddie.

He shrugged. “I think we’re supposed to watch the documentary and then write some questions? Our professor said he’d pick the best ones and use them as essay questions for the next test.”


I just don’t know what to do, I’m still fucked up over you / She says that I drink too much / Hawaiian red fruit punch / She says I need to grow up

“It shouldn’t be too bad considering the French Revolution is pretty straightforward,” said Eddie.

His friend groaned again, leaning his head back against the couch. “Kill me.”

True to his word, Stan fell asleep about ten minutes in. Eddie tried his best to pay attention, scribbling down possible ideas for questions, but four more songs came and went. The documentary had just ended when he heard the apartment door open. He looked up from the TV where he was removing the disc.

“Hey,” Eddie waved. “How was practice?”

Bill dropped his bookbag on the ground and headed into the kitchen.

“It was good,” he told Eddie as he poured himself a bowl of cereal before draping himself over the armchair. “We got a lot of stuff done and perfected the two covers we’re doing for Fridays show. Which you better still be going to.”

Eddie rolled his eyes when Bill gave him a pointed look. “I’m going.”

He grinned. “Good. Anyway, what the hell were you watching?”

“It was for a stupid assignment for my history class. Speaking of, Stanley, wake up! It’s over.”

He shoved Stan with his foot, jerking him awake.

“Okay, first off? Rude. Secondly, your couch is very uncomfortable, please tell me you don’t make guest sleep here.”

Eddie shrugged at him. “Do you wanna, like, stay and get take out or something?”

Stan stood up, stretching his arms over his head, causing his shirt to ride up a bit. “No, I should probably get back to my apartment and hope my roommate hasn’t burned it down,” he replied.

He seemed to just now notice Bill. “Oh, you must be Eddie’s roommate. I’m Stanley.”

Bill smiled at him and Eddie noticed Stan’s cheeks flush. “Bill.”

“Nice to meet you. Anyway, I should head out. I’ll see you tomorrow, Eddie.”

Eddie said his goodbyes as he walked out of the apartment. He noticed how his roommate’s eyes lingered on the doorway.

“Hey, just out of curiosity, is he single?” Bill asked, looking back at Eddie.

“Unbelievable,” he shook his head as he walked back to his room.

“What, Eddie? Are you going to answer my question or not?” his roommate shouted after him.

He ignored him in favor of his phone vibrating. He checked to see that it was a text from Stan.

[ from: bird boy ] Okay so uhh

[ from: bird boy ] Your roommate is hot as fuck

[ from: bird boy ] Like,, raw me please

[ to: bird boy ] never ever ever make me read those words ever again in my life

[ from: bird boy ] Pass the word on to him I’m begging you

[ to: bird boy ] im blocking you


“Is it okay if my roommate joins us for lunch? I promised I’d go with him last week but obviously forgot and then made plans with you. He just texted me asking where we’re meeting.”

Richie looked up and Bill and laughed. “Fine with me, Big Bill. You talk a lot about your roommate. I’m excited to meet him.”

Hold up, they don’t love you like I love you / Slow down, they don’t love you like I love you / Back up, they don’t love you like I love you / Step down, they don’t love you like I love you / Can’t you see there’s no other man above you? / What a wicked way to treat the girl that loves you / Hold up, they don’t love you like I love you / Oh, down, they don’t love you like I love you

He cracked a smile. “I really want to meet my soulmate.”

Bill raised an eyebrow.


His friend snorted and rolled his eyes before returning to texting his roommate about his whereabouts.

How did it come down to this? / Scrolling through your call list / I don’t wanna lose my pride, but I’m a fuck me up a bitch / Know that I kept it sexy, and know I kept it fun / There’s something that I’m missing, maybe my head for one

“Okay, he’s on his way. I told him I’d order for him so let’s get going.”

Richie nodded and followed Bill into the restaurant. They ordered their food, with Bill ordering also for his roommate, before diving deep into conversation.

“Bill, I swear to god, if you ask about him again I’m going to kill you.”

A short brunet stopped abruptly behind Bill, unaware of Richie’s presence. He took this time to admire him. He was cute. Really cute. Richie grinned.

“Hiya,” he said with a grin, taking the newcomer’s eyes off his friend.

“This is my friend Richie. Richie, this is my roommate Eddie,” Bill explained. “He’ll be having lunch with us if that’s okay with you.”

Eddie gave Richie a quick once over and a small smile before sitting down next to Bill. Their food arrived shortly after and they began to eat.

“So, Eddie,” the trashmouth began. “Are you coming to our show on Friday?”

Eddie looked up, his look a bit skeptical. “Our show?” he repeated.

“I’m sure you’ve heard all about the band from Bill.”

“You’re in that band?”

Richie laughed. “Eds, I formed that band!”

He grimaced. “Don’t call me Eds.”

The dark-haired teen reached over and pinched his new friend’s cheek. “But its cute, like you!”

Eddie slapped his hand away, only looking mildly embarrassed. He glanced at Bill.

“Is he always like this?” he asked.

Bill looked at his friend and sighed. “Sadly.”

Richie placed his hand on his chest in mock offense. “You hurt me, Bill. This isn’t how you were treating me last night. Why do you always have to act so different when we’re in public?” he whined as he began to pretend to cry dramatically.

“Beep beep, Richie.”

Richie grinned wide and pushed his chair back. “I have to go. You’d better be at that show tomorrow, Eddie, or I will be very sad!”

He slung his bag over his shoulder and headed toward the exit.

“He didn’t pay,” he heard Eddie say to Bill.

“This isn’t the first time.”

Richie waved over his shoulder and blew Bill a kiss. He winked at Eddie, his grin widening when he saw him blush.


Friday finally rolled around and Eddie decided to invite Stan to Bill’s band’s show. He made sure to specifically mention that his roommate was in this said band because he knew Stanley would never go otherwise.

“Can you please stop talking about you and my roommate fucking,” Eddie pleaded, pressing his fingers to his temples. “And are you sure you still want to go? You weren’t looking too good earlier.”

“It’s the depression,” Stan replied, giving him a look. “But I’m okay now.”

Eddie nodded. “Okay. Let me know if you want to leave at any time and we will.”

Can I get your number? / Can I get you into bed? / When we wake up in the morning / Will you give me lots of head?

“Oh, that’s nice,” Eddie sighed as they got closer to their destination.

“Another song?”

Eddie nodded.

“Me too. Or at least parts of a song.”

Everybody wants to love you / Everybody wants to love you! / Everybody wants to love you

They approached the venue, easily identifiable by music and cheering. They paid the entry fee and walked inside. Eddie was immediately greeted by sweaty, dancing bodies and loud music. He saw Richie up on stage, strumming a guitar. He spotted Bill in the back on the drums, and two other individuals: a girl on bass and a dark-skinned guy on another guitar. He couldn’t help but stare at Richie, who caught his gaze. The dark-haired boy grinned and winked at him before continuing with the song.

Will you lend me your toothbrush? Will you make me breakfast in bed? Ask me to get married And then make me breakfast again!

Eddie watched as the rest of the band joined in for the chorus.

Everybody wants to love you.”

He froze. The Richie sang the next part alone.

Everybody wants to love you!

Eddie felt as if his skin was on fire. His hands started shaking and checked his pockets, cursing internally because of course he didn’t bring his inhaler.

“Eddie!” Stan snapped him out of his daze. Distantly he heard the band sing another line. “Are you okay? You look like you’re about to throw up. Do you need me to take you to the bathroom?”

He could only nod. He didn’t think that he would react this way to meeting his soulmate. Stan grabbed his hand and led him through the crowd. He was dimly aware of the song ending and people cheering. He didn’t notice the look on Richie’s face when Stan pulled him into the bathroom. He turned the sink on and wet a paper towel, dabbing it on his face to cool himself down.

“Want to tell me what’s going on?”

“The lead singer of that band? The one on the guitar?”

“Richie? Yeah, he’s my roommate and best friend. He’s also terrible. What about him?” Stan asked, genuinely concerned for his wellbeing.

Eddie stared at him. “He’s your roommate? You live with him?”

“Unfortunate, I know. Wait, how do you know him?”

“Bill introduced me.”

Stan rolled his eyes. “Oh, god. You’re the guy he’s been gushing on about for the past twenty-four hours. It’s disgusting.”

“Says the guy who won’t shut up about my roommate,” Eddie accused.

“Yeah, whatever. Anyway, what does you almost having an asthma attack have to do with Richie?” Stanley questioned, crossing his arms.

“Well he’s, uh, he’s my soulmate,” Eddie confessed.

The curly haired boy’s eyes went wide. “Holy shit. How do you know? God, he’s going to be ecstatic when he finds out.”

Eddie reddened. “That song. It was stuck in my head on the walk over here. It sounded like it got so much louder when we came inside.”

Stan nodded. “Well, you have to tell him because he looked hurt when I had to drag you in here.”

“I literally only met him yesterday,” Eddie whined.

Stanley rolled his eyes. “Yet you like him! Man up and tell him that he’s your soulmate.” He gave Eddie a quick hug before exiting the bathroom.

Eddie took a deep breath. He moved to open the bathroom door but it was pushed open. Richie grabbed his hand.

“Are you okay?” he asked worriedly.

He short-circuited for a second. “I have to tell you something.”

Richie rubbed his thumb over the palm, making Eddie shiver. “Okay.”

Eddie looked away, cheeks red. “You’re my soulmate.”


“On the walk here, I had that song you just played stuck in my head and I’d never heard it before,” Eddie admitted.

“What did you listen to before meeting Bill for lunch yesterday?” Richie asked him.

“Um, I listened to Beyoncé. Lemonade specifically, but I don’t know what this has to do with anything.”

Richie pushed him back against the bathroom wall and grabbed the sides of his face. He kissed him hard, hands moving from his cheeks to his waist. Eddie was thrown off guard but immediately regained his composure, kissing him back earnestly, his fingers curling in his shirt. Richie coaxed his mouth open, the wet sounds of mouths and tongues pressing together filled the small room.

“I can’t believe you just made out with me in a fucking bathroom. Do you know how germy and disgusting these places are?” Eddie panted as they broke apart.

“Relax, babe. It’s not like I’m fucking you in a stall,” he grinned and pressed his forehead to Eddie’s. “Unless you want me to.”

Eddie pushed him away. “Beep beep, Richie,” he used the phrase he heard Bill say yesterday to get him to shut up. “Absolutely disgusting.”

Richie laughed and kissed him again, this time gentler. He pulled back and placed a kiss on his temple, intertwining their fingers together.

“I gotta get back out there,” he said, pulling him toward the exit. “I’ll dedicate the next song to you, darlin’.”

Eddie smiled wide as his soulmate led him back out into the crowd. He’d strangle him for singing all those annoying songs another night. Tonight was all about them.


as the years move on these questions take shape
are you getting stronger or is time shifting weight? (x)

Crossed Wires (Cole Sprouse x Reader)

“Maybe something like you really like Cole but you think he likes Lili and he thinks you like KJ and he gets super jealous and idk then somehow he confesses his feelings hehe xx” –Anonymous

Imagine: Ever since being hired to work on the cast of Riverdale you’ve had more than professional feelings for your co-star, Cole Sprouse. His on-screen and potentially off-screen romance with Lili Reinhart complicates things, and you find solace in your friendship with KJ Apa. In the end, everyone’s wires get crossed.

You watched your coworkers Lili and Cole as they did the latest interview in promotion of Riverdale Season 2. The interviewers teased Lili incessantly about “Bughead” and the makeout scene from the Season 1 finale. Cole joined in on the teasing, laughing all the while. Lili blushed, embarrassed.

You leaned against the wall of the viewing gallery, arms crossed. Your eyes narrowed at the interaction.

“Whoa there, Serpent girl,” KJ joked, leaning up next to you. “Getting into your role a little too much?”

Little did the interviewers know that the girl watching from afar was going to be the newest upcoming star in Riverdale as the female South Side Serpent counterpart to Jughead, and Betty’s rival as his love interest. While you were ordered to keep mum on the part until your big reveal, your agent asked that you shadow the others as they interviewed so that you could prepare for the fame that would come with your first big acting gig.

You turned to him, grinning good-naturedly. “Just learning from the best.”

Cole put an arm around Lili and your expression soured. KJ laughed, and you glared at him, hoping the noise didn’t interrupt the recording.

“Would you like to learn from someone in particular?” KJ asked, waggling his eyebrows suggestively.

Your face reddened. Part of your preparation for the role included doing a lot of one-on-one character training with Cole to build your chemistry. Cole’s idea of “character training” was not reading lines but instead spending inordinate amounts of time together going on walks, eating out, and other discrete adventures. To make things worse, his sincere blue eyes made your heart jump a little bit more than you’d like to admit.

You knew Cole and Lili were close long before you’d met him. You knew they were “couple goals” on his Snapchat and their relationship on the show was the biggest ship on teenage-targeted television. It didn’t mean you have to like it.

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Chasing Pavements

Originally posted by giffingshit

Pairing: Mike Wheeler x Reader

Summary: (Y/N) came back to Hawkins and attended Snow Ball to have fun with the party, but then discovered something that would just break her heart.

Word count: 1.653

Posted: 22nd of November 2017

A/N: Hey guys! Another imagine is up. This song stumbled on my Spotify playlist and I thought of doing it with Steve Harrington x Reader, since it would be less awkward. I had no bad intentions when I was writing this, okay? Finn is my son!

Anyway, I loved this scene and it really captured my heart. Guys, find someone who would look at you like the way Mike looks at Eleven.

I hope you like it and enjoy reading guys! Please tell me what you think about it in the comments below, thank you!

- G. x

Link: Jessie’s Girl (Part 2); Jealous (Part 3); Can’t Fight This Feeling (Part 4)

It was your school’s Snow Ball and you were really happy that you were able to come back to Hawkins in time and attend the event without any problems.

Your cute dress swayed as you walked across the gym, doll shoes slowly tapping on the floor. Your face slowly became red and hot as you noticed that some people were looking at you, observing you from head to toe. You were so shy and timid, but you kept on roaming your eyes around and you could see the different types of decors and designs that have been used to embellish the venue. At first, you couldn’t believe that they managed to fix your simple and old school gym, but then you thought that nothing was impossible.

“(Y/N)!” Your four boy best friends chimed in unison as they caught your glance. You sheepishly smiled at them as they walked towards you to give you a tight, but warm embrace. They welcomed you back and you could say that they missed your presence so much, nevertheless you left them without any warning.

“Oh my God, you are all good looking,” You complimented the boys, right after examining their outfits. You were obviously surprised, because they grew up so much in the past few months that you were gone. “and Dustin, I love the hair!” You winked at him, earning a wide and sweet smile from the boy. You thought that maybe he got some tips from Steve Harrington, one teenage boy that he used to detest so much.

“You don’t look too bad yourself either, (Y/N).” Mike exclaimed back, flashing you a flattered smile. Your heart suddenly beat fast as you heard his sweet words, making you blush a little bit too. You heard your friends cheering for you and Mike, making their eyebrows dance wildly to poke fun at you.

“I think that you two should talk.” Lucas said, excusing himself from the group. Your eyebrows were knitted together as you couldn’t understand what Lucas meant. You earned some cheeky smiles from Will and Dustin, meaning that they were teasing you with Mike.

Of course, after all the years that you have known each other, they knew what you felt for Mike. He was your first crush, maybe your first love too. It was obvious and your friends noticed it by the way you looked at him, by the way you cared about him, by the way you talk to him. They said that sparkles were always seen in your eyes and your smile was warm enough to emanate heat and love. In fact, they were right. You liked Mike and you just couldn’t deny it. But why Mike didn’t seem to notice it?

“Idiots!” Mike playfully exclaimed and the boys just shrugged everything off, quickly following Lucas’ path to leave you both alone.

You took the empty seats near you and you watched some kids as they slow-danced with their partners. You could feel the tension between you and Mike and it somehow made you feel uncomfortable, nevertheless he was your best friend and you had a strong on-going bond.

“Why did you leave?” Mike suddenly blurted out, breaking the silence between you. He tried to catch your gaze, but you did your very best to avoid it. “I mean, suddenly. Without saying goodbye to the party.”

You quickly felt guilty for leaving them with their obliviousness. You thought that you weren’t that important to them that they would never notice your absence if you ever left. “I’m sorry. My grandfather suddenly felt bad, making us move back to Chicago for a while.” You downheartedly explained to him.

You were really feeling bad for leaving them behind. They were your best friends and you missed them. You also heard that some incredible things happened during your absence.

“I am offended, do you know that?” He grabbed your hand and squeezed it a little bit. Your heart skipped a beat and you bit your lower lip as you tried to understand his statement. “Why didn’t you call or write? I was worried sick about you.”

“And you are right to feel that way,” You said without any hesitations. You knew that they didn’t deserve it. “I just don’t know why I didn’t write as soon as I reached Chicago. I am not even searching for any excuses, I am just sorry.”

“Will needed you beside him, the boys,” He muttered with a big disappointment in his voice. “and I did too.”

“I’m sorry, Mike.” He caressed the palm of your hand with his thumb and he shook his head, meaning that it wasn’t nothing. “I even promised you that I would never leave you.”

“It’s already passed,” He nonchalantly exclaimed, being the empathic Mike that he was. “I was just afraid of Will’s situation, the Mind Flayer, and, of course, I was worried about you. I really did, I didn’t want for you to go away.”

You took a deep breath and he really knew how to make you feel bad. You were afraid of Will’s situation too, mostly after what happened to him last year in the Upside Down. You were with them and you shared great memories together, nonetheless your fear of losing one of your friends.

“I had no choice, Mike.” You looked at him for a short period of time, but then detached your gaze off him.

“I know, but, first, it was El and then it was you.” He disappointedly responded, thinking of how bad the world was without his friends. “I have always needed you, my best friend, beside me.”

You flashed him a sad and apologetic smile, although you were happy to know that he still considered you as his best friend. You did nothing but just bad things, you should have never left them without saying any word. “I am really sorry, Mike. I didn’t mean to.”

“It’s fine,” He slowly nodded his head as he squeezed your hand once again. You felt the excitement and the electricity the whole time he was holding your hand, but did he feel the same? “it really is!”

An awkward silence was built between the two of you. You should be partying, instead of sitting in a corner. You both unleashed a deep sigh as you felt worse for what has happened in the past months.

“Mike,” You broke the silence as you caught his soft gaze. All of the kids were dancing, except the two of you. There was a sweet song going on and it was a shame if you would have just stayed there, alone and motionless. “What do you think if we-“ You courageously started your proposal, oblivious of what was about to happen.

Words suddenly left your mouth as you saw a familiar silhouette standing in front of the gym’s entrance. Your heart suddenly fell on the ground, breaking itself in little pieces, as Mike stood up, leaving your hand as fast as he could. He took a step forward and you quickly stood up, ready to follow him.

“Shit, guys!” You heard Dustin exclaim desperately, but you didn’t mind him. You just let things run through your mind, without processing them properly.

You tortured your reddish lower lip as you remembered some particular happenings in the past.

“Everything will be alright, Mike! She will come back.” You assured the frightened boy beside you. His eyes were red and puffy as his tears endlessly flowed down. He just lost his friend, his loved one.

“What if it never happens?” He managed to say the words perfectly in between of his desperate sobs.

“Then it will be my turn to make you feel better.” You blurted out as your heart beat in a jiffy. “Aren’t that what best friends for, Mike?”

Of course, you were just a best friend in his eyes. It didn’t matter if you loved him, someone else captured his heart and that was Eleven.

“You will never leave me?” He downheartedly asked you. He was afraid to be left behind and you perfectly understood why: he cared about you.

“Never, Mike, never.” You fearlessly stated with a smile “I promise.”

The loud and sweet familiar song broke your thoughts, still staring at the girl. The space between them and Mike slowly diminished as she walked towards your direction.

“Eleven?” You mumbled softly, but Mike still managed to hear it. You couldn’t deny that the girl changed, she grew up and her hair was longer than the last time you saw her. She was a beautiful girl with a precious heart and it was so hard to hate on her. In fact, you never did. Mike might have loved her, but you would never hate on her just because of that.

“Yeah, she’s back!” Mike excitedly exclaimed. “You knew it all along.”

“Yeah.” You faked a smile before breaking your gaze with Mike.

Mike corrugated his forehead as he noticed the fake smile on your face, he was your best friend and he knew you very well. “So, what were you saying?”

“Oh, nothing!” You lied through your teeth as you shook your head. “Have fun, okay?”

“Same to you, (Y/N).” He cheerfully smiled before giving you a sweet kiss on your cheek. He wanted for you to be happy, nevertheless your happiness was about to dance with some other girl.

You gave him a nod while you watched him heading towards Eleven’s direction. You silently watched them as they talked, noticing how Michael Wheeler grabbed her hands.

“Thank you!” He mouthed to you and you just smiled at him, slowly turning away with a shattered heart from the couple in front of you.

You thought that you would just give up this time, not even trying to chase pavements anymore. After all, Mike was already contented with his girl and it was not even worth to fight for his love anymore.

How Deep is Your Love?

How Deep is Your Love?

Peter Parker x Stark!reader

Requested: Yes… kinda? I was asked for a Stark!reader fic by @waitwhoscarleigh

Warnings: no… I don’t think so at least…

A/N: This is going to be a two parter I think.. if people like it enough and request it! Enjoy!

Request part two in my ask box! :3

Part Two

The day after Liz Allen moved, I knew things wouldn’t be the same. Peter walked into the classroom sat down beside me and started taking out his books. No “Hello Y/N, how are you today?”, no “Have you seen Ned yet?”, and most importantly, I didn’t get the signature dorky smile that was always on his face in the morning.

“Michelle, have you noticed something different about Peter today?” I asked my friend who was multitasking eating her lunch and reading a book.

“Yeah,” she continued to eat.

“Really?” I asked, “What?”

“He isn’t starring at a girl like a walking goddess today,” She looked up from her book to grin at me.

I groaned, “Come on MJ! I’m being serious!”

She grinned, “I’m being serious too, Miss Stark!”

I glared at her, “MJ,”

Michelle sighed. She put her book down and looked over at Peter and Ned. Ned was talking about a Millennium Falcon lego model he had found and how it would be awesome to finish, while Peter just pushed the food on his plate around with the fork.

“I guess he does look kinda out of it.” She stated, “But I wouldn’t think too much of it. He’ll be fine in a few days, it’s probably cause Liz moved.”

I sighed and looked over at the dorky boy.
“Yeah, probably.”

But a few days turned to a week, and a week to a month and soon enough, I had been waiting for 2 months for Peter to “Get over it.”

“Hey Peter, I was just calling to let you know that I was free this weekend, and I was wondering if you wanted to come hang out at the new Avengers building with me! Call me back when you get this! Bye!”

I put the phone down and sighed. Walking over to my bed I jumped and face planted onto my pillows. I hadn’t talked to Peter in a while and it was starting to take a toll on our relationship. The boy I’d had a crush on for years was drifting from me. And so we’re my feelings for him.

I got up from my bed and took my phone. I climbed out the window and up the fire escape.

When I got to the top I sat down and clicked play on my music app. I closed my eyes as “When You Move” by Parachute played through the air.

About halfway through the song I heard a thud behind me. Standing up I turned around to see a red and blue dressed vigilante leaning against the rooftop exit.

“Hey,”. His voice was muffled by the mask that covered his face.

“Spider-Man,” I smiled “To what do I owe the visit.”

He walked towards me and sat down next to where I was, I sat down too.

“I saw you sitting, you looked upset. Wanna rant to someone.” He quirked his head to the side and I guessed that he probably had a smile.

“It’s not that big a deal,” I pressed pause on my music and turned off my phone.

“Everything’s a big deal, if it bothers you.”

I looked down before talking. “There’s a kid at my school who I like, like a lot, but he likes another girl. I haven’t talked to him much and I can feel my feelings for him fading but I don’t want them to.”

He looked at me before looking out at the city. “Have you tried talking to this boy?”

“Yes,” I sighed. “Multiple times.”


I looked out at the setting sun over the roof tops and stated, “It’s funny, you work with my dad but I’ve never actually met you. And I also don’t know whose under that mask!”

“U-um, I like to keep my personal life personal?” His voice squeaked a little at the end and sounded almost familiar. “I gotta go, bye!” And with that he flew away across the city.


A month later I had been talking to Spider-Man almost every other night and I still hadn’t figured out who it was.

“Daddy?” I asked as I walked into my fathers office.

“Yes Y/N?” He looked up at me.

“Who’s Spider-Man? Why won’t you tell me?”

My dad stopped what he was doing and replied, “The Spiderling doesn’t want his identity to be known.”

“Yeah, but why?”

“He says he knows you and that you, and I quote, you would ‘kill him then bring him back just to kill him again.”

“I.. know him?”

A way too personal life update

So I️ know I️ haven’t really put myself out there a lot but I’ve been making a lot of changes lately so I’m gonna share something a bit personal with you all. I️ have been going through one of the hardest things I’ve ever gone through for the last 2 weeks and I️ wanna talk about how that’s been and also some of the insights I’ve had from it. I️ have had a lotttt of internal struggles throughout my life and what I️ mean by that is that there haven’t been a lot of hard things that have happened to me necessarily, but a lot of hard things have gone on inside of me that I’ve had to deal with. But this time it’s something internal and external. And it involves other people. And it is the most overwhelming thing I️ have ever experienced. I’ve never cried so much or felt so internally crippled as I️ did these last two weeks. I️ had a bit of a breakthrough last night but I️ know this is not the end of all of this. This is going to continue to affect me for a while. But I️ feel like I’m getting up from the initial fall and here is how I️ did that:

When it happened I️ was completely devastated. Overwhelmed. Broken. In a different and deeper way than ever before. So I️ accepted it. I️ realized ok wow I️ am not okay at all and I’m not gonna pretend like I️ am. I️t was so hard to talk about at first so I️ just told my friends that I️ wasn’t okay but I didn’t really know how to talk about it. I️ made a playlist of songs that fit my situation and also songs that gave me hope. And I️ listened to it constantly. I️ gave myself permission to not be okay. Permission to fail. Permission to be basically a lump of a human for a little while. And I️ told my family and friends “hey look I️ am not myself right now so I️ need you to be gentle with me and not expect what you used to expect from me cause I️ can’t give that right now. I️ won’t be able to be there for you like I️ used to be. I️ need support and I need space to take care of myself.” And for once in my life I️ stopped thinking about every other person in the world and I️ started to think about myself. I️ took naps. Long naps. A lot of them. I️ said no when I️ wanted to and I️ said yes when I️ wanted to. I️ called people out when they were being insensitive or making me upset instead of trying to let it go like I️ usually would’ve. I reached out to friends and family members and I️ talked about myself and my problems for long periods of time and I️ didn’t feel guilty for it. I️ didn’t rush and I️ let myself be a few minutes late if I️ couldn’t get everything done in time. I️ learned that people will live if you’re a few minutes late. I️ listened to guilt trips and backhanded remarks and instead of feeling guilty I️ let them bounce off of me cause after all, I️ have permission to not do my best right now. I️ got angry. Really angry. Which is something that’s hard for me cause I’ve never really known what to do with anger and I’m still trying to figure that out. I️ listened to angry music on walks and I️ wrote scathing letters in my journal that no one else would see. I let myself be upset, irritable, and detached and didn’t worry about how others would respond to it because I️ honestly just didn’t have the energy. I️ confronted people in my life that have hurt me. I still have a few more people on that list, but I’ll get to them when I️’m ready.

There were 2 really important things I️ did.

I️ surrendered.

And I️ trusted.

I️ surrendered to the hurricane of emotion inside of me. I️ let myself feel whatever I️ was feeling and I️ didn’t apologize for it or try to change it. I️ rode each wave until it crashed. I️ trusted that God would get me through it. I️ got mad at God, I️ didn’t really pray a lot, but at my worst times I️ asked Him to get me through this and I️ trusted that He would.

It’s really hard for me to not really try in life because I️ am constantly thinking about my life and what I’m doing and why I’m doing it and where I’m going and what it all means so it was terrifying for me to look at myself and see that I️ wasn’t really doing anything. I️ wasn’t moving toward anything. I️ wasn’t focused on anything other than trying not to lose my mind. And there was no future I️ could think of that sounded good to me. I️t all just sucked, really. I️ had been living with absolutely no purpose and I️ hated that more than anything. I️ realized I️ had to find purpose in just being alive. I️ was watching Stranger Things 2 and the scenes where eleven was living in the woods just trying to survive really hit me because literally her entire life’s goal and purpose at that point was just to stay alive. She didn’t have a job, she wasn’t helping anyone, she wasn’t making any impact on the world yet we were all rooting for her to catch another squirrel or whatever and keep herself alive. There was meaning and purpose in it. So that became my purpose. Just live. Just get through it. Literally just live. Another. Day. So many destructive thoughts came into my head of things I️ could do to escape this situation and some of them sounded sooo appealing but I️ knew that if I️ did those things it would just make everything worse. So many dark thoughts came into my head but I️ did my best to push them out because again, I️ knew that succumbing to them would make everything worse. I️ had a quiet hope in my heart that God would take care of me and that hope is what pushed me to keep going. And when everything was too much, I️ just took a long nap. Or I️ just cried my eyessss out. but even when I️ felt so dark and defeated, I️ never lost that quiet hope inside of me.

I️ see it like this. When you are in the storm, you have to just accept it. Do your best to stay afloat and deal with the storm at hand. It’s terrifying and it’s so hard, but you have to trust that soon enough the coast guard is gonna come and get you out. He always does. And you’ll be back on the shore before you know it. You can’t ignore the storm and you can’t stop it from coming. You just have to get through it and no matter what, never lose touch with that quiet hope inside.

Taylor Swift’s Director Joseph Kahn on How Her Image Invokes a Double Standard: ‘She’s a Genius’

By Leena Tailor‍, ET Online  (x)

Their “Look What You Made Me Do” video might be taking the world by storm, but there’s not one thing that director Joseph Kahn made Taylor Swift do!

While the songstress was laying low making new music in recent months, ET caught up with the award-winning director, who reflected on his previous collaborations with the 27-year-old pop star and shared how intensely involved Swift gets with all of her music videos.

“We talk very deeply about every project that we do,” Kahn shared. “We have a complete discussion. These are true collaborations – it’s not like, ‘Hey Joseph, here’s a song and come back and tell me what to do.’ It’s not like that at all. We talk about every shot, we discuss every set-up as we’re doing it and there’s nothing that happens without literally both of us putting our brains together about it.”

Having worked closely with the musician several times, Kahn told ET that he believes she is a “genius,” whose sheer beauty has hurt her credibility and reputation in the eyes of some.

“The most interesting thing about Taylor is that she’s the rare solo artist who has her head on straight, which is pretty insane,” he said. “I generally think she’s a genius, and it’s interesting that people tend to try to dismiss her, but it’s almost ironic because they dismiss her because she’s blonde, tall, blue-eyed and beautiful. They almost assume that negates her actual talent. It’s like a distraction to what she actually does – write amazing songs.”

“She’s an incredible songwriter,” continued Kahn, whose recent projects also include directing Imagine Dragons’ “Thunder” video and the rap battle film Bodied, co-produced by Eminem. “Taylor, before she was a performer, was selling songs to labels and they didn’t even know that she was 16 when she was doing it. So, she’s genuinely a genius and I think she’s also genuinely an introvert who has to be an extrovert to survive the business. People sometimes react to how smart she is and they think it may be manipulative, but it’s not. It’s literally that she’s so smart and is really thinking things through, whereas people normally just want to see [celebrities] be stupid. Taylor’s not that way.”

as a latinx/latine…do you ever think about those countries that are completly alone? like fucking usa, i mean they have a relationship with canada i guess??…europe is too far away (also, europe has their own squad)….and well, let’s not talk about their relationship with México. As a latinx, for me is impossible to imagine being so alone. I mean, i’m from Argentina, that’s literally the Slytherin of Latinoamerica but even then….that means always fighting with Uruguay like siblings (’you’re so small…’ ‘shut up argentina!! i’m a grown up!!’ ‘aaww’ / ‘that WAS MINE, u bitch!!!’ ‘shut up Uruguay, that was mine first!!’ we are the older ones because we are meaner and they hate us, but don’t you dare to touch thEM!!) or talking/fighting about fútbol with Brasil but singning the same songs even when our languages are different, literally just talking shit about/with Chile (it’s complicated), saying ‘hey. hi. you’re cool’ to @Perú without any fucking reason…and so many other things. Like, i know that i can go anywhere in latinoamerica and i’m going to find people with the same traditions, or the same way to be raised, or the same fucking music that i grown up with!! (the music!! like, im from the south of latinoamerica but i know that if someone puts some latin song, me and mexicanos or people del Caribe would be like “HEEEEY!!!”) even if we have our differences, we will share our culture because we are fucking proud of it: that could mean a cute ‘hey! you want some of our traditional food??’ or just being dicks like ‘…you know…you used that word all day talking about that innocent thing, but in here it really means penis so lmao”.

In hard times, we hold each other. Even if the world is looking to other way, everyone in latinoamerica is looking at Venezuela right know, just fucking worried about them. We know the pain of dictatorships, of our people, of the forced silence. Seeing Venezolanos, crying and screaming for their rights, for food, for justice, hits in the hearth of every latinx/e. We are with you, Venezuela, con tu gente. Lloramos contigo tus fallecidos, tanto ustedes como nosotros vamos a seguir pidiendo justicia por ellos y por muchos más. And let’s not forget about Cuba, please. Even when is about natural disasters: we remember your people, Perú. We remember your people, Colombia.

Yes, we are not perfect, we can be xenofobos/racistas/etc. Let’s don’t deny that. But….we also have something so beautiful and we have to appreciate that.

If you want something being remembered about your latin country (music, foods, traditions, history, etc) please share them in this post!!

Little Sister

Just an Imagine I had pop into my head last night.

“Shawn Peter Raul.” She calls walking into the shared apartment.

“Studio.” He calls back, loving the way she asks for him every time she walks into the house. 

“Hey baby.” She said walking up behind him, rubbing his shoulders. 

“Hey you.” He leaned his head back to receive a kiss. She isn’t looking at him but at the papers spread out around him. He pouts, looking up at her. 

“What are, oh.” She giggles finally looking down at him. She leans down and kisses his pouty lips. “What are you working on?”

“Just trying to write a song, how was work?” He asks spinning in his chair so he can face her properly.

“So tiring.” She groans, throwing her head back, rubbing her forehead. He takes her hand and pulls her to him, making her sit on his lap.

“Tell me about it.” He says, rubbing his fingertips up and down her back.

“I’d honestly rather not.” She looks into his brown eyes, finding all the specs of green. 

“Okay, what would you like to do tonight?” He asks.

“I kind of just wanna be lazy, have junk food, and cuddle.” She smiles as his eyes light up.

“I was really hoping you would say that because I made cookies and got you soda.” He grins. She jumps up and races off to the kitchen with him hot on her trail.

“You really made cookies?” She raises an eyebrow at him as she sees the plate of homemade cookies on the counter.

“Hey, when your mom is Karen Mendes you learn to make treats.” He crosses his arms. 

She smiles at him and takes one off the plate. She takes a bite and he watches with curious eyes waiting for a reaction.

“Shawn.” She says after swallowing her bite. 

“That bad? I thought I had the recipe right, damn it.” He mutters looking around at the materials.

“Hey.” She catches his attention. “That is not what I was gonna say at all.” She smiles walking into his embrace. “I was gonna tell you that this is the best cookie I’ve ever had.” She smiles at him.

“You’re just saying that.” He says walking away from her.

“Hey.” She grabs his arms. “What’s up with you?” She asks.

“Nothing.” He shrugs. 

“I’m being serious babe, this is the best cookie.” She smiles taking a bite. “Did you have one?” She asks with a mouthful.

“No not yet.” He laughs at her. 

“Here.” She says offering him a bite of hers.

He holds eye contact with her while she feeds him a bite of her cookie. It shouldn’t be turning her on as much as it is, but its getting her all hot and bothered, feeling his lips on her fingertips. 

“You are right, it is good.” He nods, not realizing what he had just done to her. 

She pushed her hair back, taking in a breath. She looks down and then decides that she’s gonna get what she wants. 

She reaches down and grabs the buckle of his belt, pulling his hips to her.

“Whoa.” He says before his lips land on hers. He doesn’t fight it. She’s never needy like this and he loves it. “Jump.” He mumbles against her lips. She gasps and he takes that as his chance to slip his tongue onto her mouth. 

She jumps up and he catches her by the curve of her ass, squeezing slightly. He pushes her up against the wall as her hands get lost in his curls. 

He was about to take her to the bedroom but the doorbell rang. 

“Damn it.” He curses pulling away. “Every fucking time, we get interrupted every fucking time.” 

“It’s okay.” She says jumping down. 

“You have to get the door.” He says starting to go down the hall.


“I have to deal with, something.” He looks down. She blushes and covers her face in her hands. 

She’s giggling as she goes to the door. She fixes her shirt and then answers the door. 

“Hey, Aaliyah? What’s wrong?” Y/n rushes to pull Shawn’s little sister into a hug. She just sobs, so loud. 

“I can’t, I can’t.” Aaliyah repeats into Y/n’s shoulder.

“Shh, Aaliyah breathe.” Y/n says pulling Aaliyah into the apartment closing the door. 

“Aaliyah?” Shawn asks, hesitantly walking into the room. 

Aaliyah looks up at her brother and rushes to his arms. He hugs her, holding her close staring at Y/n with wide eyes.

“What happened? Are you okay?” He asks, worry laced in his tone. She shakes her head and just hides herself in Shawn. 

Y/n has only seen Aaliyah cry like this once, when Aaliyah was 17 and going through a heartbreak. Now she’s 23, married, and just moved into a new apartment with her husband. 

“Aaliyah you’re scaring me, what happened.”

“He’s,” She hiccups not making eye contact. “He’s cheating on me.” She finally gets out. 

“What?” Shawn says lowly, angry. 

“I caught him. Came home early to surprise him for date night and she was in my bed Shawn. MY BED.” Aaliyah says becoming angry. 

Aaliyah stands there, scared of what Shawn is gonna do. 

“What. The. Fuck.” Shawn says slowly letting go of his sister. 

“Shawn?” She asks, watching him. He doesn’t answer, just backs away. 

“Hey, Liyah. Why don’t you go take a shower. Go ahead and borrow some of my clothes.” Y/n chimes in, noticing how angry Shawn is becoming. Aaliyah doesn’t need that right now. 

“Thanks Y/n.” Aaliyah says wiping her eyes, walking to the bathroom. 

“Shawn.” Y/n whispers, he looks up.

“That asshole. How dare he, he deserves to be killed.” Shawn growls.

“Hey.” She says taking his hands. 

“Fucking with my sister like that. Fucking prick needs the shit beat out of him. Needs to feel the pain she’s feeling. Fucking dickhead.” He mumbles, eyes hard and angry. Pupils bleeding black.

“Stop.” She grabs his face making him look at her. 

“No, he’s a fucking asshole.” 

“Shawn.” She warns. “Go to the gym, work your anger off. Aaliyah needs you here, and supportive. Not bad mouthing the fucker, go.” She pushes him towards their bedroom. “Go change.” She says, hands on her hips.

“I need to talk to her first, I wanna know that she’s okay.” He says shaking his head, knocking on the guest bedrooms door.

“Yeah?” Aaliyah sniffs, clearing her throat. 

“Can I come in?” He asks softly.

“Yeah.” She hiccups. He opens the door, walking in and closing the door behind him. 

Y/n stands in the kitchen chewing her nails as she waits for him to come out. When he finally does, he’s worked up but holding his composure. She watches as he grabs his keys and wallet.

“Hey, where are you going.” 

“Out to dinner.”


“Trust me.” He nods.

“Shawn, you’re not gonna hurt him right?” You ask softly.

“No, but I want to. I really really really want to.” He says pinching the bridge of his nose. “I just gotta get my mind off it, I’ll be back.” He kisses her forehead. 


“Take care of her.” He requests.

“Always Shawn.” She nods at him. 

“I love you, I promise you, you don’t ever have to worry about me doing this to you.” He pulls her close.

“I’m not worried Shawn, never have been, never will be.” She whispers. 

“I love you, don’t forget that.”

“I love you too.” 

“I’ll be back.” He says opening the door.

“Hey, don’t do anything you’ll regret.”

“I won’t.” He nods getting into his jeep.


She’s gotten Aaliyah to stop crying, laughing actually. Y/n’s got her to talk about old stories about her and Shawn from their childhood. She’s laughing really hard as Shawn walks in the door.

“Hey.” He says, frown turning to a smile as he sees his sister laughing.

“Hey.” Both girls look up at him. 

“How are we?” He asks taking a seat next to Y/n.

“Better.” Aaliyah nods. 

“That’s good.” 

“Where were you?” Y/n asks as he tangles their fingers together.

“I paid him a visit.” He nods. 

“You did what?” Aaliyah sits up. 

“Didn’t hurt him, I promised I wouldn’t.” Shawn clears up.

“What did you do?” Y/n asks.

“I took him out to dinner. Told him to order anything he wants.” He grins. “And I got the most expensive thing on the menu.” He chuckles. “Ate my meal, went to the bathroom and well now I’m here.” 

“Shawn.” Aaliyah sits up more. “I have his cards.” She says, look of horror on her face. 

Shawn laughs loudly.

“That makes it so much better, now he’s got a least a two hundred dollar bill.” 

“Two hundred.” Y/n says also sitting up.

“I may have also ordered the most expensive wine.” Shawn shrugs.

“He only has his works card. He’s gonna get fired.” Aaliyah buries her face in her hands.

“Why do you care, you’re not with him anymore.” Shawn grins. Aaliyah looks up with a small smile on her face.

“He deserves it.” She smiles.

“Hell yeah he does, deserves a lot worse.” Shawn mumbles the last part. “But I promised you I wouldn’t hurt him. So I didn’t, well not physically.” 

Y/n just watches Shawn with a smug smile on her face, that was the most clever thing he has ever done. 

“I think I’m gonna go to bed, wanted to make sure you didn’t beat the shit out him.” Aaliyah says standing up. Shawn jumps up and gives her a hug. 

“Night Liyah, if you need anything were just down the hall.” Shawn says hugging her. 

“Thanks for letting me stay.”

“Stay as long as you need, beats moving back in with Mom and Dad.” Shawn chuckles.

“Oh shit, how am I gonna tell Mom and Dad.” She looks at him.

“Start with ‘at least he didn’t get me pregnant’” Shawn says making Aaliyah laugh. 

“Ha ha, so funny.” She pushes him away and making her way down the hall. 

“Liyah,” He calls making her turn and look at her. “I love you.” He says seriously.

“I love you too.” She nods at him. 

She closes the door and her light flips off. 

“Nice one, big brother.” Y/n says standing up to stand in front of Shawn. 

“Thanks, thought it was pretty clever.” He smiles smugly, wrapping his arms around her waist. 

“Yow know you’re pretty hot when you’re angry.” 

“Yeah?” He asks staring into her eyes.

“Yeah, it’s kind of a turn on.” 

“You’re gonna kill me while she’s here aren’t you.” 

“Just a little.” Y/n giggles. 

“Did you save me any cookies?” He asks looking towards the kitchen. 

“We ate em all, but since you kept your promise and played it off well I think someone deserves muffins.” She says walking to the kitchen.

“Really?” He asks following her.

“Just save at least one for Liyah.” 

“I think I can handle that, gonna feed it to me like you did that cookie?”

“ooo, nah that would be teasing myself.” She shakes her head. 

Warframes in one sentence

Excalibur: Drive me closer I want to hit them with my sword

Ash: Dat Ash

Loki: You can’t see this

Mag: she’s pretty attractive

Vauban: I liek trains

Hydroid: I’ve seen enough hentai to know where this is going

Chroma: Look at all the pretty colors

Nezha: Slippery boi

Nidus: For the swarm!

Limbo: Can’t touch this

Loki: Can’t see this

Oberon: Broberon

Octavia: Let me show you the song of my people

Valkyr: Screams internally

Banshee: Screams externally

Zephyr: Birb is the word

Frost: The weather outside is frightful

Ember: But the fire is so delightful

Mesa: Its Higggggghhhhhh Noooooooooooonnn

Mirage: This shit is broken - every warframe player upon mirage releasing

Titania: Hey, listen

Equinox: Day man, fighter of the night man

Inaros: BEES????

Nekros: Bone daddy

Rhino: I am heavy weapons guy

Saryn: Grow my pretties!

Volt: Shocking…

Wukong: No more monkey business


Ivara: you fuckers don’t know about my knife sticks

Nova: Now you’re thinking with portals

Nyx: Stop hitting yourself

Trinity: Upvote the healer

Harrow: Space pope

Not Your Usual Tattoo

***PLEASE NOTE: This is Part Two of a series. You can find Part One linked below.***

Pairing: TattooArtist!Daveed x Reader

Summary: You go to a clipping. concert and get a lot more than you asked for. (This contains smut.)

Warnings: some aspects of d/s, fingering, oral sex, some biting, hickeys, hair pulling, slight dirty talk (i guess), Daveed with tattoos (tbh that’s the real killer in this AU)

Words: 6.5k+ (shit, I am so sorry)

Part One | Part Two

A/N: So this has been in the works for a longgg time and it is FINALLY done! I am so excited to release it! I hope you guys like it! <3 shoutout to @helplesslylins for being the B E S T and sticking with me through this ride! Also first fic on my rebirth account!

Tags: @tempfixeliza @daveeddiggsit @diggs4life @americanrevelation @patron-saintof-sluts @icanneverbesatisfied @merrahonthawall, @hamilbroke, @sharkastic-issues, @videogamedriver, @boredonatuesdaynight @thehamiltonpost , @hamiltonwrotetheother51 @butlinislin, @nadialinett14 , @librarychild , @spidey-boii , @me-hoy-me-trash , @serkewen12 , @daveedish , @linmanuclmiranda , @autistic-alien , @runnerriley, @hamilsquad-writings , @runnerriley

You’d be lying if you said you weren’t overly excited for the concert. The past week you’ve been playing strictly clipping. Clipping. was the only thing that felt right during your commutes around the city. You knew a fair amount of songs by the time the concert rolled around. Doors were at 8 but you decided to be in the area at 7:30, there was a small line but it wasn’t anything crazy. Everyone seemed to be chill and friendly, there was excited chatter about clipping. but most of it was centered around Daveed.

“I’m just saying if he wanted to pull me backstage I would not mind.” A girl to your left spoke to her group of friends.

They all burst into laughter and you quietly agreed in your head as you unlocked your phone.

“Hey Rafael!”

You looked up, a few people in line were calling out to Rafael who was walking past. You two connected eyes for a second and he did a double take before walking to you.

“Hey! You came.” Rafa smiled, tucking his hand into his pockets.

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anonymous asked:

Also how about reddie hc's of Eddie having a really shitty day and distancing himself from the losers without explaining why and Richie coming to talk to him and comfort him and cuddle????

Eddie wasn’t at his house when Richie came to pick him up for school.

Eddie wasn’t sitting next to Richie in his truck on the way to school, blasting songs and singing to them.

Eddie wasn’t at the steps of the school in the morning, where they always met the losers every day.

Eddie was in first period, yet his mind was somewhere else.

“Eds? Hey, Eddie look at me,” Richie half-whispered to the boy to the right of him. When he didn’t look up, Richie leaned over and put a hand on his shoulder, snapping him out of his thoughts. He looked up at Richie, who could see something in his usually sparkling eyes that wasn’t there. Eddie didn’t say anything, just turned his head back to his hands that sat in his lap. Richie felt his heart break right there. Then the bell rang. Eddie got up and left without even waiting for Richie.

The next time Richie would see Eddie would be lunch, which left three whole periods where the taller boys worried thoughts were centered around Eddie. At lunch, Eddie wasn’t even there. 

“Bev? Where is Eddie? Have you seen him?” Richie asked, eyes wide and panic swallowing his thoughts.

“He went home, Rich. I thought you knew?” Bev was right to assume that, Eddie normally told Richie everything. It was odd that Eddie went home, he would never willingly miss school. He didn’t have a doctors appointment, and Richie couldn’t think of any other reasons the boy would skip.

“I have to go,” He blurted out, already grabbing his car keys from his pocket and heading towards the door. He ignored the shouts of the teachers, saying he couldn’t just walk out of school. His thoughts were so focused on his boyfriend that he couldn’t hear anything else.

Richie was at Eddie’s house in minutes, noticing the light in Eddie’s room was on. Thank God, Richie thought to himself. He climbed the tree to his room, ripping holes in his jeans and scratching himself with the branches from how rushed he was climbing up. Seconds later he was forcing Eddie’s window open and rolling in clumsily. The sight before him broke his heart.

Eddie was curled in a ball on his bed, sobbing into one of Richie’s old sweatshirts that he had left there “on accident”. The taller boy immediately was kicking off his shoes and climbing into the whimpering boys bed. He wrapped his lanky arms around his boyfriends small and shaky frame, his chin resting on his head. Eddie immediately melted into his touch, turning around so his face was buried in Richie’s chest.

“It’s okay baby, you’re alright” Richie whispered into Eddie’s ear, letting him soak his shirt with tears. Eventually Eddie’s constant stream of tears reduced to just sniffles. Richie ran his hands through Eddie’s hair as he slowly looked up at Richie. 

“Do you want to talk about it?” Richie asked in an uncharacteristically quiet voice. Eddie just shook his head no and nestled his head farther into Richie’s chest. He let out a whimper when Richie got up.

“Come back,” His slightly raspy voice croaked out, still feeling raw from the sobbing.

“I’m just putting in a movie babe, we’re gonna sit here and cuddle until you feel okay again.” Richie responded, putting in The Breakfast Club and climbing back into bed. He slung an arm around Eddie’s shoulder as he buried his face into Richie’s neck. Richie ran his fingers up and down Eddie’s arm, oblivious to the sleepiness it brought to the smaller boy. Soon Eddie was asleep and Richie fell asleep too soon after that. That’s how they spent most of the day, in love and in eachothers arms.

“Hey @emilybett— I call it the 8 box love song. Good luck…”
Still waiting for EmBett to respond to this one. In the mean time, he makes it look fun and I need to find me some of those stacking blocks so I can do it myself…or at least try it and work on mastering it.
How about you? Think you could do it?
FYI, you can. Maybe not right away, but you can, if you work at it. You can. And you’ll feel awesome when you do. Cause you are. Awesome. Very very awesome. 😉

Originally posted by supremebat23

Instagram Live

A/N: This bad boy was inspired by the Instagram livestream of October 2017 that has left us all shooketh. Enjoy. xx

Wednesdays were your favorite.

It was hard on you two for Niall to be away on promo and touring all of the time. You had met and started dating during the hiatus, so you never got used to the travelling that he had to do during the One Direction days— your first taste of the promo life was when he released This Town, and even then, it was only for a few weeks.

It was a huge adjustment from having him visiting you every day to only seeing him maybe once every two weeks. So that’s why the two of you had made a deal— every Wednesday, no matter how busy the two of you were, you’d set aside time that day to Facetime. No excuses allowed, whether it be five minutes or three hours, you would see each other.

That Wednesday was a particularly difficult one— you had a midterm that day for your hardest course, and because you had spent the entire first half of the week studying, you were now behind on the rest of your reading. On your way home from your test all you could think about was how excited you were to finally see your guy, and to hear his voice.

You shrugged your bag off of your shoulder after walking into your front door, shutting it behind you with a small sigh. Stepping out of your shoes, your walked through the hallway and into the kitchen to grab a glass of water and a snack— then you grinned as you practically skipped down the hallway into your room, plopping onto your desk chair as you opened your computer.

As soon as you did your phone vibrated in the pocket of your sweater, and your face lit up when you read the text.

Ya ready, angel?

You set your phone down on your desk and clicked on the Facetime app on your computer, clicking on Niall’s contact picture— and within seconds, he was on your screen.

“Hullo, pet!” He beamed. The sight of his face immediately made your heart soar with joy— his big blue puppy dog eyes looked even brighter on the screen that you remembered, and he was wearing the brown hat that you’d got him as a gift a few months previously.

“Hey, cutie,” you giggled, unable to wipe the grin off of your face. He looked tired— you knew that he wasn’t feeling well lately, and all the promo was exhausting him. “How are you feeling?”

“Like shite,” he chuckled a bit, unconsciously twitching his nose. “But I feel better now that I get to see ya. How was your test?”

“Shit,” you laughed as well, your heart feeling a thousand pounds lighter regardless of the shitshow your week had been.

“Tell me everything,” he smiled, leaning forward onto his elbows.

And just like that, all the stress that you had been feeling dissipated. You told him everything— how you had pulled an all-nighter two nights ago and still hadn’t fully recovered, and your mother brought you weeks worth of food once she’d found out that you’d been living off of microwavable meals since Niall had left. He giggled when you told him about how you spilled coffee all over yourself in the street the day before, giggling even harder when you threatened to hang up on him.

He told you how he loved finally being able to do promo for his album, and how much of a relief it was to have it out and circulating after so long. You sang your praises like you had so many times before, telling him that your mom had cried when she listened to Flicker and how your father sang On My Own in the car constantly.

“What are your plans for the rest of the night?” You asked, still smiling with giddiness at the joy that your wonderful boyfriend gave you.

“I have about three thousand CD’s to sign,” he said with a smile and a crinkle of his nose, running a hand through his hair. “How bout you, babe?”

“A shitload of reading,” you pouted. “Keep me company?”

Ten minutes later the two of you were getting your work done together— you set him on the far end of your desk as your books took up the rest of the space, a pen in your mouth and a highlighter tucked behind your ear as you read. He seemed to have propped you up on his end as well, occasionally glancing up at you as he signed his plethora of albums— he played music on his end, a mix of the seventies that he loved to listen to when he was at home with you. They weren’t tunes that you usually listened to on your own, so it brought you comfort to hear them now with Niall humming along to them on the other side of the screen. You occasionally asked him to play a song when you thought of one you knew the both of you enjoyed, but for the most part you basked in the comfortable silence— you hadn’t felt that carefree and peaceful in days.

You could not believe how much you loved that man. Every so often while you read you looked up at him only to become absolutely entranced— the slight stubble on his chin that you could see growing in made you want to press kisses all over it, and it made your heart ache for closeness. The droop in his puppy dog eyes made your heart ache and burst all at the same time, and you smiled like a schoolgirl with a crush whenever he did something quirky— like when he searched for his glasses only to wear them for two seconds before taking them off again, or when he fiddled with the red feather on his hat and bopped his head to the tune he was listening to.

He made you feel so loved even from miles away, and that’s something you’d never had before.

Eventually you received a phone call from your mom, which interrupted your Facetime.

“Niall, my mom’s calling, I’ll be back in a minute okay?”

“Alright, lover,” he smiled, glancing up at you briefly before looking back down at the CD he was signing. You smiled, blowing him a kiss before hanging up the Facetime and answering your mom’s call.

She. Did not. Stop talking.

For twenty minutes she talked about all the family drama, gossip with her friends, and news in her life— and usually you wouldn’t have cared, but you had a handsome Irishman waiting for you. So when she finally asked if you were coming over for dinner the next day, you said an enthusiastic yes, and hung up the phone soon after.

When you hung up your phone and looked at your notifications, you saw that Niall Horan had started a livestream.

You giggled, flopping onto your bed clumsily as you clicked on the notification. Soon you were looking at your boyfriend again, except this time he was chatting with the 30K viewers that were on his livestream.

“What’s your favorite song on the album?” He asked cheerily, still bopping to the song that was playing in his hotel room. You smiled as you watched the influx of comments, loving how much praise he was getting— you knew how much he put into the album.

You watched the stream for a few minutes, but eventually you wanted him all to yourself again— so you started trying to get his attention.






You left about ten comments before you saw his eyes light up on the screen, his grin as wide as you’d ever seen it.

“Look everybody, there’s me lady,” he stated proudly, causing you to laugh. “Hey babe.”

Give us a striptease

You clicked send and giggled to yourself, waiting for him to see the comment. He was signing albums and looking down, and for a second you thought that he’d missed it— until he burst out laughing, leaning back in his chair and pinching the bridge of his nose as he physically slapped his knee with his laughter. Meanwhile there was a sudden influx of praise for your suggestion in the comments, but you were too busy giggling along with him to notice.

“I’m not going ta do that!” He laughed again, covering his face momentarily. While he did, you took the chance to send another message.

Niall take your shirt off

Bring on the nudes Niall

He burst out laughing again, fully covering his face once again which had turned a shade of bright red. You laughed along with him, wiggling your toes and kicking your legs lightly— gosh, you missed having him around.

“On that note, time to get back to me girl, everybody. Thanks for tuning in, love you guys,” he said between giggles before putting and end to the livestream. Seconds later he was calling you over Facetime, still laughing when you pressed the green accept button.

You didn’t get any reading done the rest of the night, only laying around in your bed and joking around. You were constantly amazed at how the two of you could almost know everything about each other and still never run out of things to talk about— it was the perk of being in love with your best friend.

And yes, he eventually did give you the striptease.

I Hate History

 Author: bvidzsoo

 Warning: light swearing, smut

 Pairing: Park Chanyeol x female reader

 Word count: 5, 925

 Summary: You always hated history. Maybe because your previous teacher was a nightmare, you weren’t sure….One day, a very hot and young teacher introduces himself as Park Chanyeol, your new History teacher. In some ways you’re glad that you have a hot teacher, but you also find him weird. Things turn out diferently when you have to make a project with him.

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