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lockscreen - steve rogers

Originally posted by taikka

anonymous request: heya honey! i saw you were looking for blurbs/prompts, so what about reader (gender neutral or male is preferable but you do you!) has steve rogers as their home screen/lock screen and steve has no idea what that means and he asks clint who’s just “it means they at LEAST like your face, dude” and steve’s very flustered ahdhdhdjd sorry i just love old man steve being confused at technology

paring: steve rogers x reader

a/n: i posted this before but forgot to tag it which it lead to it flopping, HOWEVER, I AM SO PROUD OF THIS?? it was so fun and cute to write!! :,)) also if you wanna be on my tag list ask me!! it is currently open

Steve always thought of himself to be a good and quick learner. With almost everything really. Almost. He still didn’t quite grasp the whole idea of social media, and the slang of it yet. You tried so hard to teach him the in and outs but he didn’t really get it. However you had to admit, the questions he asked made you laugh. He was still so innocent at heart.

“Y/N whats a snapchat?” Steve once said too you in a serious tone before you could burst out laughing. He was always asking for you guys to take a selfie, plus while texting he always sent you various emojis that didn’t quite make sense. But you still couldn’t help but giggle when reading them.

One thing you did admire about Steve is that he tried, and that’s what you loved most about him. You had feelings for the tall blonde for a while now, but just never choose to act on them, knowing he might not feel the same.

You and Steve had a late night at the bar hanging out with some of his friends and you had just gotten to the Avengers home.

“Steve, can you please check what time it is?” You asked with a smile, taking off your sneakers. Steve quickly reached your matte black iPhone turning it on.

His eyes went wide when he saw a candid picture of him on your phone’s lock screen. It was the time you guys went to the park, and you had your camera on you. So, you kept snapping photos of him and the one on your lock screen was your favorite out of all of them.

So many questions entered his head at once. Did you have short-term memory loss, that you needed a picture of him to remind you who he was?? Is the robot in your phone messing with him? He remembered that one time when the robot, Siri came on accidentally and he got so scared he threw your phone across the room. But, right now Steve was just so confused.

“Steve?” you called out his name. He was in his own little world. Once he heard your voice, his eyes immediately darted to you.

“Oh, uh, it’s 11:00 PM. I’m going to go to bed, goodnight!” He quickly yelled out before you can say anything leaving your phone on the floor.

Steve reached his room and paced back and forth. He tried going sleep but just didn’t understand why he was on your phone. Did you have bad eyesight?? That’s why you needed a picture of him? So you could see what he looks like up close? He just didn’t get it. He got ready for bed, and soon his overthinking caused him to drift asleep.

Steve woke up early in the morning and headed to the kitchen. He saw Clint sitting on one of the stools, eating breakfast.

“Hey,” Clint called out.

“Hey, can I ask you a question?” Steve hesitated to ask, remembering about last night.

“Uh… Sure?”

Steve went closer to Clint sitting on the stool next to him.

“So, (Y/N) asked me to check the time on their phone, and I saw they have a picture of me on their lock screen… I think its called?” Steve rambled before continuing,

“Anyway, do they have like bad vision?? That they need a clearer picture of me, I am just so confused, like why am I on their phone?” he spoke using hand gestures before ultimately sighing.

Clint let out a small chuckle before smirking.

“You do realize (Y/N) having you on their lock screen is a compliment right?”

Steve dumbfounded, raised an eyebrow.

“Look, dude, they like your face. And if they like your face, they probably like you. They aren’t secretly hunting you down, and last time I checked (Y/N) has 20/20 vision…”

Steve’s mouth formed an ‘o’ before thanking Clint and going back to his room.

Did (Y/N) really like him back? Steve has always had a thing for you ever since you guys got super close. The feelings really hit once you both started hanging out just together without anyone else. But how could Steve tell you how he felt?

You woke up later in the afternoon, and everyone was up. You groaned brushing your teeth and looking at yourself in the mirror. You tried fixing your hair to look somewhat presentable before stepping out into the world.

Steve quickly barged into your room, with his iPhone in his hand. You smiled leaving the bathroom and sitting on the edge of your bed.

“Whats up?” You asked, slightly biting your lip. Steve smirked, trying to look for your phone.

You raised an eyebrow, as he looked through your desk before finding the matte phone. He turned it on and faced the phone towards you so you could see the lock screen you had.

Your eyes went wide. You forgot to take the picture off but you liked it too much. And it also meant he saw it last night.

“So, you like me?” Steve asked very bluntly as your face heated up.

“Uh..” You said, your eyes trying to avoid him.

Steve handed you his old iPhone, as you took it confusingly.

“(Y/N) what time is it?” He asked. You took the phone in your hands and powered it on.

You smiled once you saw the picture of you on his lock screen. It was the day you guys went out to eat at a diner, and you got ketchup all over your face. Steve adored the picture, while you hated it.

“It took me while to figure out how to get your face onto there, until Sam literally had to show me,” Steve rambled fidgeting with his fingers.

“Is this your way of saying you like me too?” You smirked, as Steve walked towards you leaning over you.

“Who knew technology would be so helpful in getting two people together,” he laughed. As he cupped your cheek and before you know it, he was kissing you.

“Also, you aren’t a hitman, right? Just trying to make sure..” He muttered between kisses, as you chuckled, happy in his arms.

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undertakershairline  asked:

I’m so sad after that video...if you can. Could we have a polysanders fluffy extravaganza? I can’t Handle This

Me this afternoon after finally fully waking up and recovering from the angst:



“Smile, Logan!” Patton called from behind, startling the logical side when a camera fell in front of his face.  The flash went off and Patton retracted the camera with a giggle.  “Aw, it’s so cute!”

“Pat, what are you doing?” Logan asked as he spun around in his chair, confusion written on his face.

“Noooooothing,” Patton said, twisting at the hips.  “Gotta go!”

Virgil hated having his picture taken, that much Patton knew.  But, when he saw the anxious side sitting there doing really neato, my goodness makeup, well he couldn’t help himself.  Patton produced his camera and “stealthily” hid himself from Virgil’s line of sight.

The camera went off, and by the time Virgil looked up, Patton was gone and Virgil could hear the distant sound of snickering.

Getting Roman’s picture was a lot easier than getting the other two’s.  Patton simply left his camera in the commons room over night, and when he checked it the next morning, he found that it was filled with roughly 50 selfies - all of which were Princey’s.  Some of them even had the other two, but they both gave Roman glares in the photos.  Still, it made Patton smile.

Logan thought it was strange.  For over a week at this point, he’d felt like someone was always watching him.  Granted, when he turned around he usually saw Patton standing there with his hands behind his back.  

The moral side had also gotten very fond of whistling, both Logan and Virgil noticed.

So, when Logan saw the camera Roman had been flaunting around a few nights before just sitting on the table, Logan let his curiosity get the best of him.  He clicked the camera on and pulled up the photos, confusion falling over his face.  All the photos were of them.  So many pictures of Logan, Roman, and Virgil.  So many Roman selfies, so many confused and startled Logan looks, and so many concentrated faces from Virgil.  Heck, even a few photos of Logan reading to Virgil…

And yet, there were no pictures of Patton.  Interesting. “Roman!” Logan called.

“Yeeees, Pocket Protector?” 

Logan held out the camera, letting Roman look through the photos.  “Do you see the issue with these pictures?” Logan asked.

“Yeah…how come all of mine are just selfies?!  Why do you and Virgil get your photos taken for you?!”

Logan sighed and shook his head.  “No…who’s missing from all of these?”

Roman looked once more, eyes widening when it finally clicked.  “Patton!”  Roman scrolled even farther through the photos before grumbling to himself and calling for Virgil.

“What do you guys want?” Virgil asked through a yawn, clearly not exactly awake quite yet.  

“Patton has been collecting pictures of us all,” Roman explained.  “All these photos that probably make him happy, and yet there is not a single one of him with us on here.”

Virgil furrowed his brow and snatched the camera from Roman, checking the pictures himself.  “…We have to do something about that…”

Very rarely did Logan let himself be seen in his onesie, and for good reason.  But, when he saw Patton sittingon the sofa in his own onesie…well, Logan thought that he had the best opportunity with that.  So, he switched into the impractical garment and made his way over to Patton.

“Hey, teach,” Patton greeted, grin growing when he saw how Logan was dressed.  “What’s got you so comfy today?” 

“Um…” Logan fiddled with the camera behind his back, hitting the ‘on’ button as he flopped down beside Patton.  “Smile.” 

The flash disoriented Patton, making him blink.  But, when he looked to his side, he saw Logan with his face buried in his shoulder and the camera he’d been using in the logical side’s hand.  What…?

“See you later, Pat.”

“Hey, Dad,” Virgil called when the moral side stepped into the commons room.  “C’mere for a minute!”

“Alrighty, kiddo…?” Confusion on his face and in his voice, Patton went over and flopped down beside Virgil.  

Virgil pulled out a bag of makeup, jangling it slightly to get Patton’s excitement stirred.  Virgil didn’t have to explain, then, as he started to work on Patton’s face.  “Done,” he finally said, presenting a mirror.

Patton gasped and let out a slight squeal.  “I look like a kitty!”

Virgil snickered and nodded.  “You sure do, Pat…”  With that, Virgil quickly pulled out the camera and snapped a photo of Patton’s excited face.  Before Patton could even say anything, Virgil was gone.

“Padre!” Roman called boisterously as he entered the kitchen.  At the table sat Virgil and Logan (who were ten minutes into a single game of thumb-war) while Patton stood at the stove watching a pan.  

Roman made his way to Patton and tossed an arm around him dramatically, taking out the camera and snapping at least 10 photos of the two of them.

“You too?!” Patton said, making all three look at him in concern.  “I was just taking pictures of you guys to look back on later…why are you taking pictures of me, too?”

It took a moment for the others to pipe up, Logan sheepishly explaining.  “You feel the need to hold onto photos and memories to be happy, yet you don’t look to yourself and anything you can do for happiness…but we do.”

“We love you, Pat,” Virgil said, barely speaking loud enough to be heard.  

“You’re just as important to us as we are to you!” Roman added.

“………I love you guys!” Patton cried out, willing Logan and Virgil to come over and join him and Roman in their hug.  “I love you guys so much!  Like, so, so, so, so, so much!”

“Group selfie!” Roman shouted, holding out the camera as far as he could.  He rested an arm on Virgil’s head, earning a glare from the anxious side, who held onto Logan’s sleeve while Logan stuck his head under Patton’s chin.  

“Aww, you’re all so sweet!” Patton cooed, once again hugging them all tightly.

“And don’t you ever forget that we love you, Patton…”

Patton couldn’t hardly focus on who had said that, heart swelling too much for him to focus.  He loved his family. 

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uvikvjestica  asked:

We live next door to each other and I can see you through the window while you’re dancing to your iPod in your flannel pajamas and disheveled hair and God you’re a dork” AU. Please! Your bellarke fics are positively wonderful!

Thanks for the prompt! Hope you like it! AO3

Living in college apartments is… not glamorous. Walls are thin, pipes are thinner, and working air conditioning is a luxury. But it’s not terrible, Clarke finds, as long as you have excellent roommates to share in how much it objectively sucks. Raven and Anya fit that bill, so she considers herself lucky.

Plus, their windows open into an alleyway between their apartment building and the next. Which might not sound like a plus, but when the alternative is street facing windows that do nothing to stop the sounds of drunk college students when you’re trying to sleep the night before a midterm—the difference is staggering.

So, suffice it to say, Clarke largely likes her apartment. It’s great, for what it is.

Until it betrays her.

The first thing Bellamy Blake says when he comes in for his shift at the bookstore—the Monday morning shift, that, unfortunately, she shares—is, “Nice moves last night, Princess.”

Most of the time, Bellamy is full of shit, but as he shucks off his jacket the smirk on his face says he’s getting away with something, so she quickly runs through the events of the previous night, searching for any instances of embarrassment he might have been privy to.

…and comes up with nothing. She didn’t go out after she’d come back from class, and she and Raven didn’t get drunk, precluding any chance that she’d sent out some drunken snapchats he might have seen. (She has him on snapchat for bookstore-related emergencies, alright?) In fact, she spent most of the night working on her chem lab assignment, finally finishing around midnight, so really, there’s nothing for him to have seen.

So she scoffs, dismissive, and keeps working, only mildly interested in what kind of scheme he’s running.

“What are you talking about?” she asks, clicking through their schedule to see if they have any deliveries scheduled today.

He grins at her, wide, just when she spares him a glance, and she has to physically force it to not affect her. Because Bellamy Blake might be a snarky asshole, but that doesn’t make him any less… well, hot. Which is a whole other level of unfair.

“It’s nothing to be embarrassed about. Everyone needs to jam to Taylor Swift once in a while. It’s a good de-stressor. I’m not judging.”

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Lady A

Dean Ambrose/OC. For Anon: You’re a new diva and all through NXT people refer to you as the female Ambrose, due to your attitude, wrestling style and even your attire to some point. They keep going on about how you’d be a perfect couple and you secretly kinda like it, cause you have a crush on him but have never met him. You accidentally walk into his dressing room one day after getting lost in the arena and he tells you how he’s heard about you being the female him and…smut

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Cheerleader - pt.7

this took me like 12+ hours to write and edit and i still think its shit whoops oh well here you go


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Warnings: Homophobia (homophobic slurs), Patton being :(, swearing, mentions of sex/sexual flirting

Ships: Logicality and Prinxiety

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“Roman… I-” Patton gulped, looking anywhere but at Roman, “I think I have a crush on you.” Roman opened his mouth to speak, but was cut off by Patton’s stuttering. “A- well actually I like all of you. I like our- the whole, uh, group.” Patton curled in on himself slightly, obviously preparing for some type of anger to come from Roman.

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You attend a football game between your own university and its rival, Silver Creek Institute. At the game, you meet a super sweet guy, Park Woojin. However, you soon realize that maybe you didn’t know everything you needed to about him. 

  • for an anon who requested a romeo and juliet fic without death
  • based off of the usa university system

You stared at your reflection in the mirror, tugging the red and white beanie further onto your head. Your huge t-shirt, emblazoned with the huge words “UNIVERSITY OF GATEWAY”, was equally as red and white. Behind you, your best friend Kang Daniel struggled to shove his white “UoG” cap over his freshly dyed red hair.

It was the day you’d all been waiting for—the day that your own university, University of Gateway—faced off against its rival, Silver Creek Institute, in the royal game of football. While you knew nothing about football, you definitely had school pride, and Daniel’s friends had gotten tickets to the big game.

“(y/n), Daniel, you guys ready to go?” Seongwoo asked, holding up the car keys in his hand. His entire face had been painted red in honor of the game that night, and next to him stood Jisung, carrying a huge cooler of drinks.

“Let’s do this!” Daehwi yelled loudly, excited for his first UoG vs SCI game.

The seven of you trudged out to Jisung’s van, everyone settling in for the ride to the stadium.

The streets were packed with other UoG students dressed in their red and white gear, making noise and screaming in preparation for the big game. The stadium was already packed as well, and the seven of you had to fight your way to get to your seats.

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Undeniable Heat Chapter 53: Furniture Shopping

Jensen Ackles x Reader

1300 Words

Story Summary: You’ve just gotten a job as one of the makeup artists on the set of Supernatural. Nervous on the first day, you become completely awkward, winning the affection of the divorced Jensen Ackles. You try to fight your desire for him, but he thwarts you at every turn. Will you be able you separate work and play, or will you let Jensen win?

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“Jensen, are you sure you don’t care?” You asked him as you glanced between your two favorite sets of patio furniture. They were both great, and exactly what you wanted, and you couldn’t decide which one to get.

“Get both.” He answered, and you rolled your eyes at him. “Seriously Y/N, I just want you to be happy with it. I love them both.”

Sighing, you pointed at the rich chocolate set, with its gazebo, couches, and table with a built-in fire pit. It was fancy and outrageous, and you couldn’t wait to spend your evenings out in it. “Can we get a set exactly like this for the house in Texas?” You asked Jensen, who chuckled.

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Carousel: Part5 ( COLE X READER)


SUMMARY: Tomorrow’s the Grand Premiere of Riverdale Season Two Trailer. Although you’re excited to see yourself in the big screen for the first time, you’re also let down by the thought of seeing Cole and Lili together. During the premiere, Cole finally confronts you and turn the tables once and for all.

A\N: Thank you so much for all the love given to Carousel <3 My heart is full x Requests are still open if you would like to read something else. Love youuu guys!


You just got off the phone with Mark. He called you to let you know that he would be dropping off your red-carpet gown at Camila’s place. You asked him if it was mandatory for you to attend the gala, to which he replied  was an “ABSOLUTE MUST!”. He further explained how important it was for you to attend the premiere since it will be your first public appearance, your introduction to Hollywood basically.

You understood.

The thought of having your first red carpet moment excited you but the thought of seeing Lili and Cole together made you miffed.

“Honey! There’s someone at the door for you,” you heard your mom call from downstairs. Weird, how did anyone get your parent’s address?

You head downstairs to find Camila happily chatting with your parents.

They acknowledged your presence once you were down.

”Oh (y/n), your friend here was just telling me about how good you were at work,” your mom happily exclaimed.

“Camila,” you gave her a friendly hug,” What  are you doing here?”

She snickered, “ I have my resources. I need you to sleep over tonight.”

“Wait, what? Sleep over?”

“Yeap,” she nodded. “Your mom already gave me a green light,” she winked at your mom.

You gave your mom an odd stare,” Listen, if it’s about the dress, I’ll come over and pick it right up. I don’t think it’s necessary for me to sleep over. Really, it’s fine.”

“No, no, no. You are sleeping over and that’s it! Tomorrow’s a big day,” she smiled and held your hand,” I want your first red-carpet moment to be perfect.”

Camila was very adamant about the sleepover and seeing how excited she was about tomorrow, you couldn’t say no to her. You packed up a few essentials and got into her car.

“Mom!Dad!”, you called out from the car window,” I’m gonna be on TV!”


Sleeping over at Camila’s wasn’t as bad as you thought it would be. Sure, her front porch brought up an unpleasant memory but Camila was a sweetheart!

She let you wear one of her prettiest bathing robe and she even applied her homemade facial mask which she swears to  ‘lives’ by.

“Oh my god, we need to take a selfie!”, she exclaims. She pulls out her iphone and randomnly clicks a number of selfies with you.

“This one is cute! I’m gonna post it online.”

You look at the photo. It was a decent selfie of you and her in sleek bathing robes, still covered in her ridiculous face mask.

“What’s your twitter id?” she asks.

“I don’t have one.” you reply.

Her face drops, “Are you serious? Oh my god, we need to create your twitter. Like, now!!”

“No, no. It’s fine. I don’t need it. It’s-“

You should’ve known better than going against Camila. She screeched, made the most adorable puppy dog eyes and tickled you till you said, “FINE. I’LL CREATE ONE.”

Camila immediately posts the selfie of the two of you and tags you in it.


You already started receiving a number of followers, mostly from the Riverdale fandom since word did get out that you’ve been casted as Cheryl’s sister.

Soon after washing up and getting freshened, Camila suggests you go to sleep early since tomorrow is such a big day. You agree and change into your night gown before jumping in bed with Camila.

Buzz. Your phone vibrates from underneath your pillow.

“Who is it?” Camila questions

It was a short twitter notification-

Cole Sprouse followed you.

“It’s no one,” you lock your phone,”Goodnight, Cam.”


“Wow. You look amazing,” Camila gawks at you. You give her a small smile before staring at the your reflection in the mirror.

I must say, the hair and makeup which arrived at 6am this morning definitely did you justice!

You’re wearing a Louis Vuitton gold embroidered lace gown, a very minimal makeup with a strong red lipstick to stand out. Your hair tied up in a neat bun with few strands of hair hanging. You definitely look like a certified Blossom!

“You look amazing as well, Cam.” She’s wearing a short Armani dress in the hottest shade of red!

“Thanks,” she smiles, ”The car’s here. Let’s go.”

You quickly check your twitter before leaving. You decided to follow Cole anyway since you didn’t want him to think that you were still bitter about what happened. You wanted him to think that you were over it. Besides, giving him the satisfaction that he still has an effect on you was the last thing you wanted.

Finally going to see my oompa x , he had tweeted earlier this morning.

Everybody assumed that it was for Lili for obvious reasons. You roll your eyes, ugh, reading the “awww.. He and Lili are so cute together” comments made your stomach sick.

You lock your phone and head downstairs. A white Limo had arrived to pick you and Camila up.

You decide not to let your feelings for Cole get the best of you. Today is your day.

“I hear Cole and Lili are going to walk the red-carpet together.” Says Camila

Your stomach sicknes, “Oh. Oh yeah? Good for them.”

“Are you over him?” She asks, your eyes widen in confusion. “What?”

“You know, Cole. Are you over him?”, she retorts.

“What do you mea-“

She cuts you off, ”C’mon, it was pretty obvious that you had a crush on him.”

“So wait, you knew I liked him?”

“Pretty much, everyone did.”

You sulk,”Whoa. Ugh, nevermind. I’m over it.”

“(Y/N),” Camila tightens the grip on our hand, “It’s okay. We all go through it. Remember, today is your day.

“We’re here,” the chauffer declares.


The paparazzi was insane! They huddled towards the car the moment you got out of it. It was terrifying at first but then you slowly got a hold of it. You smiled confidently at the camera. The photographers were lovely! They commented on how fabulous you looked and how perfect their shots of you were.

You and Camila walk the red-carpet together  and happily pose for the photographers. You could see Casey, Ross Butler and other cast members  from a distance.

“Lili!”, Camila waves to the other side. Lili and Cole stood together hand-in-hand. You heart fell apart at the sight of them. They looked so good together. Their eyes spotted you and Camila. Cole’s eyes widened after his eyes met yours.

Camila began walking towards them but you let her hand go.

“I’ll come later,” you give her an assuring smile.

No way you’re going up to Cole and Lili. As if seeing them together wasn’t heartbreaking enough.

You smile and wave at Lili but decide to ignore Cole’s eyes.

“(y/n)!(y/n)!” you hear the reporters call you. You smile and walk towards them, “Hi!”

“You look stunning, (y/n)! What are you wearing today?”, the friendly blonde reporter questions.

“Thank you so much. I’m wearing Louis Vuitton!” you confidently reply.

“Wonderful! So, before heading off, what can you tell us about your role as Cia Blossom?”

“Okay so, I’m playing the role of Cia Blossom. She’s the new Blossom in town. She’s definitely nothing like The Blossoms, as you can already tell by my hair colour- it’s not red!,” you wittily reply.

The blonde laughs in response, “Oh hey, Cole Sprouse everyone!.”

You shudder at the sound of his name. You hadn’t even seen him coming.

Cole stood just few inches next to you. Lili and Camila, you noticed, were far from sight.

“ We were just talking to your new co-star, (y/n)” the reporter informs Cole.

Cole smiles brightly, “Yeah, she has been amazing throughout!”

You want to barf. Look at him , trying to sound so sweet around all these reporters.

You just continue to smile at the cameras nearby, completely avoiding any eye contact with Cole.

“(y/n), one last question!” the blondie says, “Are you a Bughead shipper? Were you surprised when you heard that Cole and Lili were dating?”

You face immediately drops. The dreaded question. You could feel your stomach tighten and your eyes flutter.

“(y/n)..” you heard Cole whisper to you, “You don’t have to-“

You cut him off.

“Of course,” you place the biggest fake smile on your face, “I’m a bigtime bughead shipper. I mean, who isn’t? I wouldn’t say I was surprised when I learnt about their relationship,” you look up at Cole and smile, “They have great chemistry in set so you know.. It was a pleasant surprise. We’re all very happy for them. Thank you.” You lie through your teeth and leave the scene. You could almost hear Cole’s voice call your name but you decide to let it go.

You thought you could do this but you can’t. Because truth is, no matter how much you pretend to be okay with it- you’re not. The thought of Cole with someone else sickens you. The thought of Cole treating someone else the same way he treated you makes your knees weak. The thought of him kissing someone else, the thought of him taking someone else to his favourite places- all of it. It makes you frail.

As much as you want to leave everything and go home, you know better than to cause a scene during your first public appearance. You plan, however, to leave the instant the screening ends. You’re not strong enough to attend the after-party and be surrounded by people talking about how well Cole and Lili compliment each other.

Inside the theatre, you were seated between KJ and Casey, Cole sitting next to KJ. When you approach to your seat, Cole stands up on seeing you. But so does KJ. You haven’t seen KJ since the last day of shooting. During the ride home, he didn’t bombard you with questions at all. He remained a gentleman and respected your privacy.

You look up at them in awe. How courteous. They didn’t have to stand up.

“(y/n).” both of them says in unison and give each other an awkward look.

“Hey,” you give a half smile before sitting yourself down.

“You look stunning, by the way.” KJ whispers into your ear. Cole clears his throat.

“Thanks,” you smile at him,” You look handsome yourself.” You say it loud enough for Cole to hear. And he did. You find him staring at you, but you turn away from his gaze.

The trailer starts.

It was a 3 minute trailer with a lot of cliffhanger! You saw yourself in the screen for the first time and damn, were you proud of yourself!

It showed scenes of you, KJ and Camila at Pop’s. There were hot make-out scenes between KJ and Camila. The trailer ended with a scene of Cole and Lili kissing.

Normally, you wouldn’t feel anything since it’s all just an act but after what Cole did to you, watching him kiss another girl made your heart weak all over again.

After the lights came back on and the screen went black, everyone stood up and cheered. It was a good tease.

Even though it was a good trailer and you were proud of yourself, you couldn’t stand one more minute with Cole and Lili. The atmosphere made you sick.

“Excuse me,” you told KJ and tried to make your way out.

“Hey, aren’t you coming for the after party?” asked KJ, just then Cole got up and turned towards you.

You decide to ignore him. “No, I don’t think so. I have to leave..,” you turn away and see yourself out.

“(y/n), wait!” you heard Cole call. “Later.” you wave at him and leave.

After coming out the theatre, you let out a huge breath. Wow, that was suffocating. Seeing Cole and Lili together was way worse than you had actually hoped to feel. You begin to wonder if agreeing for the third edition of Riverdale was a good idea.

You were just about to leave the scene when- You see Cole run towards you.

“(Y/N)!” he call out, panting.

You turn away and try to leave as quickly and as unnoticed as possible.

“Wait!” he grabs your hand.

You turn to face him, “Hey,” you avoid his eyes, “I have to leave. Something came up.”

“Why won’t you look at me?”, he questions, still holding your hand tight

“Cole, I don’t think this is a good ide-“

He cuts you off, “How long are you going to run away from me?”

You try to let go of his hand but he wouldn’t let you, he strengthens his grip on you.

“Cole,” you sigh,” Now is not a good time. I have to-“

“Then tell me WHEN, (y/n)!” he increases his tone, “You won’t return my calls, my messages, you even went as far as changing your number so I wouldn’t call you. I even came to your apartment but it was locked! So tell me, (y/n), when is a good time, since all you do is try to run away from me.” He slowly lets go of your hand and embraces your arms. “I’m sorry. I’m sorry. But you don’t have to take such drastic measures to get rid of me. Tell me, do you really hate me that much?”

You finally look up at him. Holding back your tears, you look at the guy who once enveloped you on the prettiest bridge.

“I love you,” you turn away, “or loved, I don’t know. I can’t do this. I can’t. Loving you hurts.”

“(Y/N),” he says in a low tone, “I-“

You wipe your tears and cut him off, “It’s okay. It’s really okay, Cole.” You smile at him,”I don’t hate you. You and Lili are perfect for each other.”

“Perfect,” he scoffs, letting go of your hand,”It’s all just an act!”


“My agent, the producers, they all want me to date Lili for some reason to increase the ratings for the show.”

“So, is that why you…”

“Yes. (y/n), you have to believe me. I would never ever hurt you. I’m sorry for what I did to you, I shouldn’t have. I had no right to do that. I just thought that it’d be easier for-“

“Yeah, you thought it’d be easier for me to forget you.”

He nods. He intertwines his fingers onto yours. “I’m sorry.”

You let go of his hand. “You know what’s the worst part?”

He widens his eyes, “(y/n).. please don’t do this.”

“The worst part isn’t the fact that you broke my heart in the way of obeying your agents and producers,” you take a deep breath and look away as your continue,”The worst part is you thinking that I will not, not even for a sec, understand you. Seems to me that you don’t even kn- “

You hear paparazzi prepare to huddle outside the theatre. You quickly wipe your tears away. “I have to go.”

“NO,(Y/N).” Cole protests, but you decide to leave anyway.

You make your way towards the car, smiling and waving at the cameras on the way.

“Great job, (y/n)!” you hear some of them comment.

“Thanks,” you smile at them.

You were just about to get into your car when you felt a hand pull you from behind.

Your eyes widen in shock to find Cole firmly taking hold of your body.

In front of everyone.

You’re too shocked and surprised to protest or to question his motives.

“I forgot something,” he says, pulling you closer to him,” I love you”.

He pulls you in for a deep kiss in front of all the cameras.

They were bawling. The fans were screeching. Everyone shocked at what they were witnessing right before their eyes!

You could hear Cole’s agent Frank yell at Cole from behind but Cole really couldn’t care less. 

He slowly breaks the kiss, only to find your wide eyes  still gawking at him in shock.

He simply smiles at you, “So much. I love you so much, (y/n). Please let me fix this. Please give me another chance. I have missed you so much.”


A/N: I originally planned on ending the story this way, but then I wondered if you guys would like to know what happens next? What do the media make of it?What do you make of it? What does Betty make it? And Cole’s agents & producer’s wrath at his bold move. Just let me know if you would want another Carousel haha, I would be more than happy to write it x It’s fine if you guys think the story should end this way. Thank you so much for all the love <3

Taglist ~ @xbobaaa @riverdalemami @ceruleanjones @simbatastisc

anonymous asked:

Do you have any advice for starting a studygram? Yours is such an inspiration!

Hey! Thank you so much, I really appreciate it! I hit 103,000 followers this morning and I feel so excited. I’ve been in a great mood all day but it is so crazy yet amazing! Anyway, I’ll kind of start from the beginning and go through with some tips!

  • create a cool username - generally, study related is going to be best for a studygram! If you’ve got a Tumblr, you can always use the same username. I tried but just ‘emmastudies’ was taken and deleted so I opted for the next best option!
  • organise your profile - personalised icon are really popular on Instagram, so you could make one and save it to your phone. Canva.com and flaticon.com are great sites for icons! Some people use their own photos or a selfie so just make sure it’s high quality! Your bio is important too. You can design it any way you like. Most people will include their name and education level/system (high school, university, etc). This is completely up to you. If you want to have the gaps between like mine (@emmastudiess), type it on your notes and then copy + paste. Remember to add in your website if you have one!
  • develop a feed that you like!! - some people place a lot of emphasis on having an “aesthetic feed” but I feel like whilst it plays a part, it isn’t everything. I think it’s more important to have similar(ish) photos rather than everything being exactly the same. My feed is similar between photos but isn’t absolutely identical. I often will have photos that look brighter than the others, etc, and I’ve come to a point where it doesn’t bother me. I used to be extremely conscious about my feed and wanted it to be heavily edited like some other accounts but I felt it was unnatural and too washed out so I do a very very simple editing process now. If you’ve followed me for a good couple of months, you may remember a while ago I had a little break from Instagram because I got so stressed about my feed. It so wasn’t worth it and after people said “we like natural!”, “you don’t have to make it perfect”, it made me feel much better. It is more important to take just take normal photos that are high quality than get stressed about having “the perfect feed”. I did a post on how I edit my Instagram pictures which you can see here!
  • take good quality photos - I use an iPhone 6 so anything you can have is great! Try to maximise natural lighting in each picture. I don’t use any third-party apps for editing since I feel they dramatically reduce the quality of each photo but that is up to you. Here are some other tips for pictures!
  • be active in the studygram community - follow anyone you find inspiration. You may be lucky to get some follow backs. I try to check out any studygrams that follow me! Like and comment on photos that you like. I would recommend taking caution when commenting on photos, especially if you’re doing it mainly for getting recognition out of it. It can sometimes come across as ingenuine if you’re commenting on a million posts a day. But commenting and engaging with posts that you do actually like is great. I try to leave a few comments on posts that I particularly like each day!
  • use hashtags - this is a great way to promote your photos! Go with the most popular like #study #studygram #school #studies #studyinstagram. I will often hashtag what is in my photos, for example #muji or #bulletjournal. You could even make a hashtag for just your posts.
  • tag brands - this is another good way to get your posts noticed. If someone is checking out a brand’s Instagram, they may go through the tagged photos to use their products in action.
  • be relatable - I think this is super important. I’m always myself on Instagram. If you’ve watched my livestreams, you’ll know I seem to ramble on and on about random topics! I try to keep my entire Instagram genuine and real. I’m just a normal girl and I want people to see me that way! People love to connect with a real persona!
  • interact with your followers - this is so important and actually really fun! I love replying to comments, messaging with others and helping where I can! I feel so lucky to be able to interact with a whole load of different people each day. It is truly the most awesome thing of social media!
  • post regularly - this doesn’t necessarily mean every single day! I post once a day but even once every two or three is enough. Obviously, the more active you are, the quicker you’ll gain followers.

I hope this helps! I feel it is really important to remember that social media isn’t everything and you shouldn’t place so much emphasis on it. As I mentioned I got very worked up a while ago about it but now I’m very casual about it and try not to like anything get to me in that sense. It is so important to note that followers aren’t everything! They’re awesome to have but if you’re gaining slowly, don’t beat yourself up about it! We all started small! Again, I hope this has helped! xx

My not so secret boyfriend-Shiro Ship Week Day 7

Last day! I really like this one because the prompt I used was really funny. I hope I didn’t make the others look like assholes too much. Anyway enjoy the shance, and remember, season 3 is in 2 days.
Free Day

Lance laughed at what his boyfriend had said. He could see his roommate Keith looking at him, so he decided to cut the conversation short.

“Hey babe, I got back to my room. Can I talk to you later?…ok, talk to you soon. Love you, bye.”

“Oh no, don’t hang up on my account. Please continue talking to your pretend boyfriend.”

Lance sighed and rolled his eyes. None of his friends seemed to believe he had a boyfriend and defiantly not the one he was describing. Shiro was a 6’3, drop dead gorgeous model of a man, with arms large enough to crush a watermelon. But because of the lack of pictures or proof, his friends didn’t believe he existed. It wasn’t his fault that Shiro didn’t use the most obvious platform of Facebook and his Instagram was private and his Twitter was in Hiragana. All the pictures they had, were either at home or Shiro had them. Lance had always been a bit private about his relationship - surprising given his flirty nature - so he didn’t want to bring pictures he could just pull up on his phone or computer.

When his friends had asked if he had a girlfriend or boyfriend, he told them about Shiro but none of them believed Lance could land a guy like that.

“What, you think I can’t get a hot guy?”

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Modern or Something

A quick Pennywise x Reader au where Penny gets a phone, hope you enjoy 😄

Once again if you don’t like this then don’t fucking read it 🎈❤️


It had been 1980 something the last time the clown had visited the town of Derry. He had expected a change of the appearance, of course, every time he had come back it looked different. But this time was really different. People walked around holding small box like figures, easy to break, they were made of glass. There wasn’t a single person without one, every person seemed to be completely connected to these things. He could hear conversations going on from miles apart, no wires seemed to be required. He was hungry, but not only for food, he was hungry to find out what they were. Maybe he could use them to capture his next subject.

He had crawled out from under the drain one night and put on a face, a costume, of a human form. He wandered into a shop full of these devices, the sign outside had nothing but what looked like a silver bitten Apple.

“Hello sir, how can I help you today?” And employer spotted penny and greeted him. Penny looked around and pointed at the nearest phone. “Ah, are you interested in purchasing the iPhone 6s? If you have an old phone we could probably switch it out at a low cost” he beamed at Penny.

“I don’t have a phone at all” Penny managed to say, peeling his eyes off of the shelves and shelves of iPads and laptops.

“Oh! New-bee, old school huh? Grew up with your grandmother? I did too, no worries. Let me show you about these!” He presented Penny with a rose gold phone, set up a phone number and casually adding his name and number incase he had any other questions. Once it was all said and done, the guy turned around and penny disappeared, along with the new phone. “He forgot to pay” he said sadly.

“Dude, he’s probably those guys who hallucinates after drugs. This is why we should close the shop at 10 instead at 12 am” said a guy that was in the back.


The screen lit up when Penny pressed the home button, it was the only button on there. But he had seen the worker use his bare hands to control it, so he pulled off his glove and began moving his finger around the screen, completely consumed by the way it looked.

He sat on a park bench, playing with the different apps and taking a few pictures of the surroundings. He attempted to take one of himself by turning the entire phone.

“Are you trying to take a selfie?” He heard, looking up, eyes adjusting from the bright screen to the dark figure.

“Selfie?” He questioned, confusion written on his face. Her face suddenly came into view, soft features smiled back at him and he felt more confused as to why she didn’t run away.

“Yeah, have you not taken one or are you too old for that?” She questioned, laughing a little as she came and sat next to his towering figure. He observed as she pulled out her own phone, background picture of herself a a few boys. She swiped right and the camera was open, quickly clicking the selfie mode on and she lifted it above her face, smiling into it. “See? Easy” her eyes gleamed with the soft street lights as she watched him copy her. His bottom lip pulled down and the corner of his lips curled up as he smiled into the camera.

“Like that??” He showed her, image too dark to see his pale features.

“You need to turn on the flash, otherwise you can’t see shit” she laughed again, quickly reaching over and turning on the flash. He went to snap another photo and was temporarily blinded by the quick flash. He growled a little at the light in his eyes. Her smile fell, a little creeped out by it. “Okay?” She asked, he nodded profusely rubbing some wetness from his eyeballs.

“That was really bright” he commented, looking over to her now standing body.

“Yeah, it happens” She put her phone away, looking down at her fingers, twisting them a bit. “What’s your name?” She glanced up at him through her eyelashes.

“I’m pennywise, the dancing clown” He said happily, and her smile returned.

“hey Pennywise, I’m (y/n). Did you forget your clown costume tonight?” She asked, watching his movements.

“I’m in my normal costume now” he stated. She laughed once more, stepping a little closer to him.

“Pennywise, you’re cool. Keep in touch yeah??” She grabbed the phone from his hands, before he could act, he watched her type in her name and number and it was back in his grasp. He watched her walk away, smile never dropping from her face.

“Could’ve eaten her” He mumbled to himself, but she didn’t fear him enough. Why??

The phone suddenly made a “ding” sound which caught him off guard. He looked down to it and found a message.

“Stay safe clown boy, xx 🤡💖”

The name read 🌸💛(Y/N) 💛🌸

He clicked the emojis, remembering what the guy from the store had showed him and clicked


He fondly looked down at the images, thinking about the children he was about to hunt dow- ding. The phone rang once again.



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Jungkook taking care of you when you’re sick

y’all i got sick this weekend so i wrote this also this is a mess cause i’m dying

genre: fluff

word count: 603

Originally posted by nochuie

  • Jungkook came home early once from practice to surprise you and found you curled up on the couch with a box of tissues and coughing into your sleeve every few minutes
  • “oh hey, Jungkook. come sit on the couch with me”
  • Jungkook gave you a weird look before walking closer to you but refusing to sit on the couch
  • “are you okay?” 
  • “kinda, my allergies are getting bad”
  • “are you sick?”
  • “nah, this isn’t anything to get worked up about, trust me. it’ll pass soon”
  • “…okay, whatever you say. I’ll be right back”
  • he goes into your shared bedroom and you hear him opening drawers before coming back into the living room
  • in his hand was your black face mask that had a bear snout on it
  • and he was wearing his own face mask like in the gif 
  • “wear this” he says as he tosses your face mask at you
  • “do you think I’m going to make you sick or something?” you asked incredulously
  • “I’m just taking precautions”
  • “I’m not sick, Jungkook” 
  • he sat next to you and pulled his phone out to take a selfie of the two of you
  • without thinking you held up a peace sign. mimicking Jungkook’s pose
  • he quickly sent the picture to his group chat saying 
  • ‘she’s cute even when she’s sick’
  • “I told you I’m not sick…” you grumbled when you saw the text
  • “keep telling youself that” he teased
  • you normally get bad allergies around this time of year anyways so you thought nothing of it
  • but Jungkook knew that it was more than that
  • he tried to convince you to see a doctor but you refused
  • you hated going to the doctor and taking medicine so you always tried your best to avoid it
  • you thought you could get over your allergies in a couple days without taking any medicine
  • but you’re symptoms got worse
  • the next morning you woke up and you felt so sore and tired that you couldn’t get up
  • Jungkook started worrying about you and kept insisting you see a doctor
  • after almost two hours of bickering about it, he ends up taking you to the hospital
  • like he predicted the doctor said you had a bad cold and gave you some medicine to take
  • on the drive home Jungkook couldn’t help but say “I told you so”
  • you could only lightly hit his arm while he laughed
  • once you got inside your apartment Jungkook ushered you to lie down in bed and made you some hot tea to soothe your sore throat
  • you felt better after sleeping and looked for Jungkook in your apartment
  • he was on the couch watching a movie when you sat next to him, laying your head on his chest and pulling the blanket he had over your legs
  • “are you feeling any better?” 
  • he stroked your hair while you nodded 
  • “good, I hate seeing you so sick and miserable”
  • “I hate being sick and miser-”
  • a sneeze cut you off and Jungkook jumped back from you, moving to the further end of the couch
  • “god, y/n, you scared me”
  • “my bad” you laughed
  • “ugh, you got snot all over me” he rubbed his jacket sleeve with a mock look of disgust
  • before you could say anything back Jungkook sneezed in your direction
  • “ew, Jungkook. now you got snot all over me” you wiped your jacket sleeve like he did
  • “payback”
  • just because you were sick didn’t mean Jungkook would stop teasing you


For the Weekend (Triplet AU) || Part One

Read it on Ao3!

Summary: It’s your best friend’s birthday! You’ve been invited to tag along on a weekend vacation to the high desert where a vacation house awaits, but there was one thing she forgot to mention:

Your ex was going–and so is his new girlfriend.

In a panic, and only a little bit drunk, you text your buddy Ben with the craziest idea you’ve ever concocted…

A/N: I know I was supposed to be working on other things, but I’ve had this idea floating around in my head for SO. LONG. And I know I’ve mentioned it to some people, but after sharing it with @imagines-in-a-galaxy-farfar-away , she inspired me so much that I was able to crank out the first chapter.

This story is inspired by true events and real thoughts that I’ve actually had, but I hope you enjoy it and I hope that it resonates with you in some way ^^

Oh, and this is dedicated to Hailee because she’s awesome and has been amazing to let me talk her ear off about this. She truly is a brilliant mind and a dear friend. So without further ado, here's 

For the Weekend

This was the worst idea you’ve ever had.

Hands down.

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anonymous asked:

How do you and your girlfriend meet, if you don't mind me asking....

ahaha WELL 

She was following me first and I guess was a slight fan (I assume?  you’ll have to ask her on those details)  I reblogged one of those ask memes where your followers copy and paste symbols into your ask box. Each symbol means something and she put the one in my inbox that meant “you’re my tumblr crush”  

I THINK she was on anon, so I responded and put in the tags “hey, maybe we could chat!”  because I was a single/desperate fuck at the time. She ended up messaging me back off anon and I went to her tumblr and I saw she was the same age as me (honestly I was afraid she was going to be like 15 or something) so I looked at her selfie tag and HOLY SHIT! because she’s so fucking pretty *:・゚✧.     and we just started chatting and I found she was really cool and we have similar hobbies and we got along easily. 

So we kept chatting through tumblr and eventually moved to snap chat and skyped a few times. We took a few months to actually start a relationship because of rocky situations with other things. But eventually she asked me out around I think February ??? and of course I agreed. She is like one of my best friends now and so easy to talk to and I swear I get emotional every time I think about how she’s coming here in just a few months!!! I’m so excited!! we’re going to Colossalcon together to klance it up (plus Jyushi and home-run chan) 

I also have to note: we totally flirted with the whole “red/blue” relationship aesthetic. I said I would be the blue one and she said she would be the red one. I’m even a ravenclaw and she’s a gryffindor.  Then voltron came out and we dived into klance together. 

Just AAAHHHHH!! I love you Red! 

i don’t wanna say that i’ve loved you forever but i have

After the Stampede was over and they’d wasted a lot of time in the city, Jeff took Kent to the Tyrell Dinosaur museum. It was a light-hearted and fun place to visit, and it gave them some road trip time to relax and talk about Kent’s visit with his mother. They had turned up to the museum on the same day as a few group trips, it seemed, but neither Kent nor Jeff really cared. They could tag along on a tour with kids or explore alone.

“That’s Kent Parson and Jeff Troy!” An excited woman’s voice filtered into Jeff’s hearing. He smiled a little. Was she trying to whisper? It wasn’t working.

Mom!” hissed her son. “No! Don’t! They’re like, on vacation!”

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Number 1 is here :) 

Ya’ll Im back becasue tf 446 notes on the first one??? It’ll be the same format and such and I hope you continue to enjoy! There’s no order again! Also please please please check tags always, can’t say how many times I ran into something that I didn’t want to read!


Like Devo

“As rival jammers, they’re rough, skating around the rink, giving bruises, bloody noses, broken ribs and snapped fingers-But when the cops show up, Keith grabs his hand and yanks Lance into the storm drain.And thats how they start dating.”

Rating: Explicit, 1 Ch; 8k words Complete TW: Blood and Injury

Opinion: It’s real short but it’s super nice for a quick fic and I just love the dynamic between the two.. also now my friends are gonna laugh at the fact that I wanted to go see rollar durby but it’s fine.


Objects in Motion (When Unbalanced)

“Lance and Keith are constantly being mistaken for a couple. Lance is highly offended. Keith is quietly outraged.Pidge decides if she can’t have peace, then she can write an epic scientific dissertation on the romantic failings of two exceptionally dense paladins.”

Rating: Teen and Up, 6 Ch; 38K words Complete 

Opinion: I read this all in one go if I remember correctly, it was very slightly ooc but honestly I’m a thirsty Klance hoe so I read most everything (yet I’m still picky?). I loved seeing things through pidge’s eyes the entire time and I really enjoyed the way the author let things unfold.


hot singles in your area 

“So she gave you a fake number?”

“And it turned out to be the number of a sex line?”
“And then you decided jerking off was the best solution for your heartbreak?”
“I guess you could put it that way.”
“… And now you’re in love with a phone sex operator.”

Rating: Explicit, 9 Ch; 19K words Ongoing

Opinion: The other one in the first rec was a bit better, but they’re two different story lines you can’t really compare two people so I won’t. This has loads of nsfw LiKe I’m not even gonna lie, I’m just really excited to see how it ends, but wOw another sex operator fic?! I’m so surprised!! this was actually a recomendation from @the-beauty-of-imagination​ so thank you!


Good Boys

“Keith searches the wrong thing on pornhub and gets a whole lot more than what he bargained for.

(Lance as an amateur pornstar AU)”

Rating: Mature, 11 Ch; 25K words Complete This is also with Shiro btw

Opinion: This whole fic rec list is porn. Keith is ooc and clueless till the very end. I thought it was interesting the directions that the author took this.


Sweeter Than Pumpkin Pie

“Lance (9:04): where r u???
Lance (9:04): ditchin the last day b4 break?
Lance (9:05): unfair mullet head

Keith (9:07): sick”

I cut a bunch from the description for length reasons

Rating: Teen and Up, 2 Ch; 45K words Ongoing 

Opinion: Super silly and cute, keith is sickly and mama lance can take care of him, But WhaTs GoinG To HAppEN NExT????


you never stood a chance

lance to hunk ♡
>i’m gonna fukin die hunk oh mygod i sent
>keith a work out selfie that i wan supposed to fcukin send to you and you know what it said
>HUNK I WILL NEVE BE ABLE TO FCE HIM AGAIN I WANT TO DI E(Or, Keith is beautiful, Lance has a crush, and there’s lots of shirtless selfies)”

Rating: Teen and Up, 1 Ch; 12K words Complete 

Opinion: This ones also silly and really quick to read, keith is super playful and it’s so cute and sweet.


sweet like honeysuckle late at night

““Hey,” Lance says indignantly, poking his finger into the hard Velcro of Pidge’s binder. “Jesus loves me.”“I don’t know why he would.”–Lance would like to blame the heat, but really, he knows where responsibility and blame should be placed – namely, in the entire food group of alien peaches.”

Rating: Explicit, 1 Ch; 5K words Complete

Opinion: Honestly what could go wrong with a lil’ ooc klance that’s explicit and 5k words


This isn’t nearly as many as before but I’ve sifted through so many fanfictions its ridiculous. I also have 5 I’m reading next that are super long so I’ll make another soon enough :* Stay Tuned~

What Happened in Vegas

Another prompt from Kelly @tomshollandss !

“I’m going to get myself a drink!” you yell to your friends over the pounding club music. Walking towards the bar, you were almost thrown off balance as one guy tripped and spilled his drink all over your shirt. 

“Hey!” you yelled in surprise, looking down at the damage. 

“Oh my gosh, I’m so sorry,” the guy apologized, actually sounding genuine. Your head shot up at his voice, as it sounded familiar. In front of you was Tom Holland, his brown eyes frantically searching your face for a response to his clumsiness. 

“Um, it’s… okay,” you stutter, shocked by Tom’s presence. “It’s fine. It’s just a shirt,” you chuckle. 

Tom nervously chuckled in response: “I’m.. really sorry. Let me buy you a drink.. as a sort of.. apology?” 

Over your drinks, you and Tom got talking: you revealed that you knew who he was, why he was there in Las Vegas (”I’m here with Harrison.. he’s here somewhere,”), he talked about his movie, you talked about your job (”Yeah, I’m.. a YouTuber? I know, it sounds very strange. I make videos for strangers to watch, and I get paid?”). It was so easy to talk to him. By the end of the night, you two had ingested a couple more drinks than planned. 

“Can we take.. a Snapchat.. selfie?” you laughed, opening up the app. The camera focused on you both, trying to pick the best filter was quite amusing.

”That one makes my ears look huge!” Tom whined. 

“Shut up. You look fine, Holland.”

Turning your head towards him, Tom gazed down at your lips while subtly biting his. He leaned in and kissed you, the taste of alcohol lingering on your lips. The kissing intensified as Tom started stroking your thighs: “Want to go my room?” 

“Yes,” you replied, as he took your hand and led you out of the club.

Coming out of the cold shower you had just taken to try and wake yourself up a bit more, you walked out to find that Tom had ordered a massive breakfast for you two to share. 

“I thought we could talk a bit more… Plus, I didn’t know if you liked pancakes or waffles better, so I got both,” he softly smiled. 

Over the next week, you and Tom stayed in contact. Though, it was exclusively over text since the time difference between you two posed a problem. Plus, Tom was busy filming for Chaos Walking. 

Even so, every time that a notification would come across your screen, you couldn’t help but feel flutters in your stomach. 

“I tweeted a couple hours ago, want to film the Q&A now?” your friend asked, breaking you from your daydream about Tom. 


“Juicy! This one asks: ‘Who was the last person you kissed?’“ your friend read, causing you to turn bright red. “It seems like Y/N has an interesting story.. Shit! You did go to Vegas a couple days ago… Maybe that has something to do with it?” your friend giddily rambled, even though they already knew the whole Tom situation.

“I think he’ll get in trouble if I really tell,” you said. “But… he.. is, was, uh.. good? I had a good time in Vegas. Great, actually!” you nervously laughed, the red still prominent in your face. “I can’t reveal who it was with– what happened in Vegas stays in Vegas.”

“That was not.. a good answer.. Though, my spidey senses are tingling and I think I have an idea of who it was,” they teased, as you shoved their shoulder. 

When the collab video finally uploaded to your friend’s channel, there were more than a few assumptions in the comments, most of them correct. 

 “I think it was Tom! It all makes sense with the timing”


“I’m LiViNg FoR tHiS I need Y/N to make a tell all video” 

Your phone buzzed. 

“Just watched the video 😘“ Tom had texted you. 

“Shit, I’m sorry if I revealed too much,” you replied, feeling a bit weird about possibly exposing him.

“It’s fine, love! Good to know I haven’t left your mind because you for sure haven’t left mine.”

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A Chance Encounter: Chapter Two - Dylan O’Brien

Author: @susybird

Relationship: Dylan O’Brien x Reader

Description: Fluff, a little swearing. Dylan and Reader meet again and are surprised to find out they have something in common.

Word Count: 3006

Author’s Note: Any feedback is welcome. Let me know if you want to be tagged! Thanks for all the love

Chapter One - Chapter Three

Chapter Two

I was sitting at my desk, staring at my computer screen. A single line ran across the otherwise empty page. It simply read: this story is trash, you’re trash, the world is trash. I sighed and deleted it. My agent would be calling the next day to find out how the progress of my next book was going. So far it wasn’t going well.

Suddenly my phone lit up, my Doctor Who ringtone filling the room. I pulled it toward me, welcoming the distraction and the chance to continue procrastinating.

A hilariously goofy, but still smoulderingly sexy, selfie of Dylan filled the screen. I smiled, giving a little laugh. I hadn’t even noticed him taking it. I swiped across the screen, bringing the device up to my ear.

“Hello, Y/O/N? It’s Dylan, ah, Dylan O'Brien. The complete spaz whose life you saved yesterday.”

I laughed. “Hey Dylan. I’m glad you called.” In fact I was doing a ridiculous happy dance in the middle of my living room. Omg. Omg.

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Falling In Love In A Coffee Shop

Aaron Burr x Reader

Modern AU

Author(s): Lil Lambie

Words: 1893

Warnings: Kissing, loneliness, fluff idk

Request: (anon) Hey do you think you could right an modern au Aaron burr x reader where burr works at a coffee shop and like that’s the main reason the reader goes there and like idk a cute fluff

A/N: I am so sorry this took so long! I wanted to make this really good! I haven’t been writing a lot lately, so I rewrote this one like ten times. I hope you enjoy. Thank you for requesting!

Day 1

It’s a lonely table by the window.

The coffee shop is full of chatter. Full of words and love. Lipstick stains on coffee mugs. There is everyone and no one here. Everyone is a nobody. Even the woman who sits in a booth of her own, silently sipping her cup, her face plastered with makeup. Struggling writers and playwrights drink their fifth cup, and it’s only two in the afternoon. There is a group of teens, gossiping amongst each other, all while trying to find the perfect selfie angle with their cappuccino. Then are two forever lovers, sharing a booth and a coffee, whispering sweet nothings to each other. Hopelessly blind and in love.

You crease your thumb over the wrinkled paper. The number is barely recognizable now, all of the ink smeared. Now blacking your thumb. You don’t look at the clock because you know you will watch the minutes tick by. You will only count and add the lonely minutes of your life. If you had a dollar for every minute, you would be rich. Rich and alone. You dreamed of living in a cabin in the woods, where there was no judgement or pressure for love. No disappointment.

Solitude sounded nice.

You cursed yourself as you glanced at the clock. Automatically adding the numbers in your head. He was supposed to show up over an hour ago. An hour you could’ve been sitting at home, not feeling bad for yourself, and starting a Netflix binge. An hour not sitting here feeling humiliated.

“Excuse me, I don’t mean to intrude, but is there something I can get you?”

You looked up to the voice.

You were met with soft brown eyes, chocolate skin and a warm smile. The barista, adjusted his golden name tag, that read Aaron. He ran his hands over his green apron once, then clicked his pen and put it to his ragged coffee stained notepad.

You blushed, feeling a thousand times more stupid and embarrassed. You crinkled the smeared phone number and stuffed in your pocket.

“No, sorry, I was just leaving.” You slid out of the booth, bumping into him. He took a step back. You hurried to the door but he stopped the door.

“Miss, please, don’t go. It’s pouring outside.” Aaron pleaded.

You looked out the french doors. The rain had increased from a small drizzle to a complete storm. “I love rain.” you said, “I don’t mind it.”

“Let me at least walk you to your car then. I have an umbrella in the back.”

You sighed. “No, really, it’s fine. You have to work anyway.”

Aaron shook his head and ran to the counter and reached over for his umbrella and coat. He threw it on and popped open the umbrella. “Don’t worry, I have someone to stay here.” he held out the umbrella to you. “Where is your car?”

You and Aaron walked in silence down the street. He held it over you, the rain dripping off the edges down his back.

“The point of an umbrella is not getting wet, right?” you laughed at Aaron.

He grinned. “But, ladies are to be treated as royalty. I am but a lowly peasant.” he laughed, pretending to bow.

“Um, my car is just up here.” you pointed to the street around the corner. You and Aaron took shelter under an awning. He was shivering.

“This is it, then?” Aaron asked.

You laughed and shivered. “Yeah. Thank you so much. You really didn’t have to.”

“I’m just glad that you won’t catch a cold.” he smiled.

“Can’t say the same for you.”

He grinned and bowed to you dramatically. “Well, fair lady, it seems we have reached our destination. I unfortunately have a coffee shop to go back to you. Won’t you please order a coffee next time.” he grinned. “Adieu.” you bowed again and gestured like he had a hat to tip. He waved and smiled and turned around, back into the rain.

You frowned and walked back into the rain too. You walked. Past all the cars that weren’t yours. Walked home in the rain, the only warmth you still had with you was his warm smile.

Day 5

Ten a.m. on a Tuesday.  You sat where you had four days previous. Next to the window, at a table for two. You weren’t waiting for anyone though. You didn’t have any expectations. You didn’t order any coffee.

Aaron worked at the counter, giving away a smile and compliment with every order. You felt his eyes on you, when you weren’t looking at him. When he walked by, you watched. He went to each table. Except yours. He gave you shy smiles as he walked around you. You just stared until he looked away. Then you smiled. The lights seemed to shine a little better this morning.

Day 11

The cold from the day in the rain had finally caught up to you. But still, you walked from your apartment to the coffee shop. You coughed and sneezed. You enjoyed the warmth. You admired the way the light shined and the words people spoke to each other. The forever lovers were sat in the same booth, laughing at each other while sharing a gaze full of love.

Aaron only smiled at you.

You stayed for an hour, listening to the sounds of the coffee shop. Enjoying the scene, the people and the warmth.

Day 14

Every morning. You woke up and walked to Burr’s Cafe. You stayed for an hour. You sat by the window. Some glared at you, couples mostly looking for an empty table. The cafe was always busy, and only Aaron ran it. You left after an hour, without having ordered anything. Every night, without fail, you found yourself in the same seat. Admiring the same dark eyes and smile that laid itself on you.

Day 15

It was all falling apart

Day 16

You couldn’t sleep last night. You lived alone. There was a dull pain inside of you when you  heard the lonely ache of the your whitewashed walls. The rooms were without color. The walls without paintings. You only got up to go to the coffee shop. Aaron’s smile was the only thing that made you smile now.

Day 17

You didn’t get out of bed today

Day 18

You couldn’t sleep. You hadn’t slept. You coughed nonstop. You hadn’t showered in days. Old pictures were laid out on your night stand. They were smeared and ripped beyond recognition. They were never dry

Day 23

You cried to yourself saying, “I’m broken.”

It was a mantra.

It was a truth.


Day 30

The rain fell in streams across the window panes. You sat in the chair and looked out the table. You went in the morning. You watched people come and go. You listened to Aaron hum as he did the dishes. You slept. 11 p.m. and the rain still wasn’t giving up. Your back was sore from sitting all day, but you remained.

Aaron walked past you and flipped the wooden sign to Closed. He untied his apron and hung it on the rack.

“24 hour coffee shop.” he laughed.

You looked up to the familiar smile. He placed a red steaming cup in front of you. He sat across from you. “Do they really expect one man to never sleep? I can’t live on coffee forever.” he laughed.

You moaned, not caring that Aaron was there to see you in disarray. You sat up and stared the cup in front of you.

He sipped from his. “Come on, try it. It’s hot chocolate. A gold old cup of coco does wonders.”

“What wonder do I need?” you said, sarcastically.

He smiled. “That is none of my business. I am just the coffee man. Muffin man on weekends too.” Aaron laughed. “I just make muffins all day on Saturdays. Take the day off.”

You laughed half heartedly. “Are you the milk man on Sundays?”

He smirked. “Is that a euphemism?”

“Mayb-” you blushed, “no.” You lifted the cup to your lips. You closed your eyes and drank. It was warm and creamy. It was just right. The chocolate and the flavors danced on your tongue. You swallowed. “Thank you. This is really good.”

“Well I am the milkman.”

“Oh, shut up.” you laughed.

“As you wish.” Aaron waved his hand out to him like he was bowing. He sipped his cup quietly. A few moments passed and you couldn’t stand it.

“Okay! I wasn’t serious!”

Aaron laughed. “Thank goodness. I was just about to tell you about the other man I am.”

You smiled. “And what that might be?”

“The chocolate man.”

You laughed absurdly. You cringed exaggeratedly. “Oh god, you keep getting worse. You could’ve stop at the muffin man!”

“Well you asked.”

“Yeah, I guess I did.” you smiled.

You and Aaron stared at each other, smiling between sips.

“I’m glad that you came back.” he said.

“What do you mean?”

He put his cup down. “You know, here. Where else?” he laughed. “I was worried that something had…”

“Worried that something what?” you asked. You already knew the answer, but you wanted to hear him say it. Say that he loved you the way you loved him.

“I was worried that something had happened to you! Okay? I was worried that I had said something wrong or done something wrong. Because you stopped coming and that first day you just didn’t seem like you wanted anything to do with me.”

“What are you talking about?”

“The car!” he shouted. “Letting some stranger walk you out to your car in the rain, letting himself get drenched for the sake of a beautiful girl. Letting some stranger walk you out to a car that doesn’t exist. You really didn’t want anything to do with me, did you?”

Aaron was away from the table now. Covering his face. Pulling his hands away to reveal that he was crying. “This is just a coffee shop. I love it here, I love that I get to do this. But when you walked in. When you smiled. It wasn’t just a shop anymore. It felt like home. I always thought that I loved this shop for the customers and the sake of making a good cup of coffee. But that all changed when you came in. It was so cliche and I’m so cliche. It was raining and you were alone. Love at first sight, call it what you will. (Y/N), I love you. I am in love with you. I am in the idea with you. I want to be with you. I want to talk to you. I want to spend the days with you. (Y/N), I want you.”

You began to cry.

Aaron ran to you. “No, please don’t cry. I’ll just leave you alone. We can forget all about this and we don’t ever have to-”

You jumped up and kissed him. You threw your arms around him. His lips were salty and wet. You kissed the tears away. He cried as he held you as he kissed you.

He was warm and perfect. He felt like home. He was home. He was love. He was everything you wanted.

He was your forever love.