i am in that house watching that movie

check please characters as john mulaney quotes
  • bitty: it’s 100% easier not to do things than to do them
  • jack: in terms of, like, instant relief, canceling plans is like heroin
  • shitty: eat ass, suck a dick, and sell drugs
  • lardo: i have had a very long day. i am very small and i have no money. so you can imagine the kind of stress i am under
  • ransom: holster and i have a new house. it was built in the '20s, but it was flipped in 2014. which means it's haunted, but it has a lovely kitchen backsplash
  • holster: nothing that i know can help you with your car ever. unless you’re like, “hey, i’ve got a flat tire, does anyone here know a lot about 30 rock”?
  • chowder: it's fun to be married. i’ve never been supervised before. i’m supervised. farmer studies what i do, like an anthropologist. she'll be like, “sometimes, he will watch a movie on tv even though he already owns that movie on dvd. pointing this out confuses and upsets him"
  • nursey: the bad guy would hold the joint in a villainous way. they'd always offer the joint in a way that no one ever holds a joint. like it's a skull in a shakespeare play
  • dex: i’ll keep all my emotions right here, and then one day, i’ll die
  • tango: ah... numbers, the letters of math
  • whiskey: sometimes babies will point at me, and i don’t care for that shit at all
  • Friend: "Let's watch Harry Potter!" *grabs Goblet of Fire*
  • Me: "Yesss! Let- what the fuck are you doing?"
  • Friend: "Well, I like this one-"
  • Me: "We watch them all from the beginning. You can't just jump ahead."
  • Friend: "We don't have enough ti-"
  • Me: "Bitch, we will make time. Sit down and shut up."
Ask me my top threes:
  • 1: Top 3 ice cream flavors
  • 2: Top 3 Disney Movies
  • 3: Top 3 vacation destinations
  • 4: Top 3 places to shop
  • 5: Top 3 subjects of study/classes to take
  • 6: Top 3 make up products
  • 7: Top 3 music artists
  • 8: Top 3 spices/herbs
  • 9: Top 3 drinks
  • 10: Top 3 apps to use
  • 11: Top 3 months of the year
  • 12: Top 3 clothing items
  • 13: Top 3 binge perfect tv shows
  • 14: Top 3 romantic dates
  • 15: Top 3 kinds of flower
  • 16: Top 3 christmas movies
  • 17: Top 3 OTPs
  • 18: Top 3 quotes to describe your life
  • 19: Top 3 characteristics you love about yourself
  • 20: Top 3 kinds of candy
  • 21: Top 3 ways to exercise/ be active
  • 22: Top 3 spirit animals
  • 23: Top 3 petnames
  • 24: Top 3 books read outside of school
  • 25: Top 3 most used websites
  • 26: Top 3 people you last texted
  • 27: Top 3 hashtags you use
  • 28: Top 3 instagram accounts you follow
  • 29: Top 3 guilty pleasures
  • 30: Top 3 summer activities
  • 31: Top 3 things to draw/doodle
  • 32: Top 3 aesthetics
  • 33: Top 3 things you'd buy if you gained three million dollars
  • 34: Top 3 ways to treat yourself
  • 35: Top 3 celebrity crushes
  • 36: Top 3 books from your childhood
  • 37: Top 3 accents to hear
  • 38: Top 3 scents
  • 39: Top 3 "Friends" quotes
  • 40: Top 3 cupcake flavors
  • 41: Top 3 fruits
  • 42: Top 3 places you've had amazing pizza from
  • 43: Top 3 sports teams to watch
  • 44: Top 3 crayola colors
  • 45: Top 3 things you hope to accomplish in college
  • 46: Top 3 fanfictions you've read
  • 47: Top 3 people you miss right now
  • 48: Top 3 fears
  • 49: Top 3 favorite literary devices
  • 50: Top 3 pet peeves
  • 51: Top 3 physical things you find attractive
  • 52: Top 3 bad habits
  • 53: Top 3 pets you've had/wish to have
  • 54: Top 3 types of foreign food
  • 55: Top 3 things you want to say to someone in your lifetime
  • 56: Top 3 dog breeds
  • 57: Top 3 cheesy romance movies
  • 58: Top 3 languages you speak/wish to speak
  • 59: Top 3 series (book, movie, television)
  • 60: Top 3 pizza toppings
  • 61: Top 3 youtubers you're subscribed to
  • 62: Top 3 tattoo / piercing ideas
  • 63: Top 3 awards you want to win
  • 64: Top 3 emojis
  • 65: Top 3 cars you dream of owning
  • 66: Top 3 authors
  • 67: Top 3 historical figures
  • 68: Top 3 baby names
  • 69: Top 3 DIYs
  • 70: Top 3 smoothie combos/flavors
  • 71: Top 3 songs of this month
  • 72: Top 3 questions of this post you want to be asked
  • 73: Top 3 villains
  • 74: Top 3 Cities you want to see
  • 75: Top 3 recipes you want to try
  • 76: Top 3 dream jobs
  • 77: Top 3 lucky items
  • 78: Top 3 traditions you have
  • 79: Top 3 things you miss about being a kid
  • 80: Top 3 harry potter characters
  • 81: Top 3 lies you were told
  • 82: Top 3 pictures in your camera roll right now
  • 83: Top 3 turn ons
  • 84: Top 3 turn offs
  • 85: Top 3 magazines/news papers/ journals to read
  • 86: Top 3 things you wish you had known earlier
  • 87: Top 3 spongebob episodes
  • 88: Top 3 places to be in the world
  • 89: Top 3 things you'd do differently
  • 90: Top 3 TV shows from your childhood
  • 91: Top 3 meals you love
  • 92: Top 3 kinds of tea
  • 93: Top 3 embarrassing moments
  • 94: Top 3 holidays to celebrate
  • 95: Top 3 things to do in the rain
  • 96: Top 3 things to do in the snow
  • 97: Top 3 items you can't leave the house w/o
  • 98: Top 3 movies you'd like to see
  • 99: Top 3 art mediums
  • 100: Top 3 museums you've been to
  • 101: Top 3 school memories
  • 102: Top 3 things you don't/Won't miss
  • 103: Top 3 pick up lines
  • 104: Top 3 sports to watch
  • 105: Top 3 taylor swift songs
Being A Ravenclaw Would Include...

Slytherin | Hufflepuff | Gryffindor

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  • Getting extremely excited when people start to talk about space
  • “DiD yOu SaY sPaCe?!” 
  • Having the best ever conversations with other Ravenclaws at 3am 
  • Getting frustrated at the eagle knocker when you cant figure out the riddle.
  • “Why is a raven like a writing desk”
  • “I don’t know! Can’t you just let me in it’s been like an hour!”
  • Listening to 90′s muggle music in the common room
  • Decorating the common room with art and poems etc that house mates have made 
  • the common room being so beautifully original and obscure that everyone just smiles when they enter it 
  • Having play readings in the common room where someone chooses and play and you all just sit and read for different characters
  • secret drinking games on Saturday nights 
  • Laughing whenever someone mentions how ravenclaw are the “goodie two shoes” of all the houses because you haven’t handed homework in for at least a month
  • Being able to get away with a lot and using that to your advantage
  • Going up to the tower after a long night and finding a group of first years who can’t get into the common room
  • “Don’t even tell me the fucking riddle, I have been in the library for four hours and I am so fucking tired so just open the fucking door” 
  • *Door slowly sings open the eagle knocker staying silent*
  • Being the second loudest table after Gryffindor
  • Not even caring about house points
  • Karaoke in the common room 
  • Watching old disney movies in the common room while pure-bloods gather round in awe at how cute Bambi is 
  • Using pens because if you are going to experience running out of goddamned quill ink again you are going to scream
  • Ravenclaw PRIDE

inspired by this video (sfw, but a sex toy is being used as car repair, so take that as you will)

“Laura’s gonna flip,” Derek says in dismay, looking at the huge dent in the driver’s side door of the Camaro. Her most precious possession, the car she’d been saving up for forever, the car she waxes and washes every weekend, the car that she let Derek borrow to go to the Mathletes competition in San Francisco because Derek had a basketball game on Friday and couldn’t make the official school bus, the car that Laura made him swear his life on, is now forever ruined.

“Damn, if there ever was a good place to curse, that would have been it,” Stiles says, crossing his arms and looking far more attractive than he had the right to. “C’mon, Derek. Just say it. Fuck.”

Derek blushes, watching the word tumble out of Stiles’ pink mouth. “No, I… there’s gotta be a way to fix it. But if I call her insurance people she’s gonna know…”

“It’s totally my fault,” Stiles says. “I was the one who wanted to go to Tastee Freeze on the way back, and let some dingbat hit you in the parking lot. Actually, it’s their fault, whoever can’t drive.”

Derek shakes his head. It’s his fault. He’d been having too much fun this weekend; he’d spent practically all of it with Stiles. He’d had a crush on him forever— in fact, joined Mathletes at his request, and the whole year of practice, of spending afternoons with Stiles poring over math problems, watching Stiles lick Cheeto dust off his fingers— it’s been too much. Coupled with the fact that Stiles actually just plain forgot to catch the bus on Friday, and then caught a ride with Derek, meant hours in the car listening to him sing along to Hamilton and muddle through the rap bits, and sleeping next to him in the four-to-a-room motel Saturday night, and waking up with Stiles’ face smashed into his shoulder.

Derek had been too overwhelmed by it all, too overwhelmed by Stiles. Getting the chance to spend time with his friend this weekend had just intensified his feelings, and he knows there’s no chance that Stiles will ever feel the same, so he’s just drinking it all in, savoring these moments when he can.

It had been a terrible parking job, the Camaro was at a weird angle, that’s why the person rounding the turn had hit him. Derek sighs. He guesses it’s for the best. He’ll just have to pay Laura back. For forever.

Stiles is studying the door, eyes narrowed in concentration. “Actually, it’s not that bad. They didn’t even scratch it. It’s just a dent. With the right amount of leverage…”

“I’m sorry, do you happen to have a magical car-door fixer in your overnight bag?”

Somehow, this causes Stiles to turn bright red. “Okay. I have an idea. But you have to promise not to laugh.”

“Okay…?”

Derek watches, perplexed, as Stiles pulls his duffle bag out of the back seat, and then rummages around in it.

“Promise not to laugh,” Stiles repeats.

“I promise.” Derek is confused, but sincere.

Stiles pulls a bright blue dildo out of the bag. It’s springy, and jiggles a little with the movement. There’s a thick vein running along the side, and the base even has… balls.

Derek’s brain short circuits, an image of Stiles, naked, working himself on the girth of the toy, his mouth open, panting, as he tries to get the right angle, skin flushed pink from pleasure…

“Fuck,” Derek says.

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The Storm

Request: Numbers 1, 16, 17, for the top thing. Theydon’t have to be in the same fic.

1.“I said I’m hungry, not horny. But now that you mention it…”

17.“The power’s out. We have two options. Have sex, or I got ‘Back to the Future’ on my laptop.”

Request: hi! idk if you’ve already done this (im sorry if you have!) but it would be cute if peter and the reader could have a movie marathon? like hp or something. i know its not much but I hope you could find somewhere to go with it!

A/N: I decided to combine these two requests because I thought I could make some magic with them. Also sorry, I know nothing about Harry Potter so I didn’t really include much of it in the fic. ~Also, let me know if you want a part 2 to this, (I am open to writing smut guys)~

Word Count: 1355

Warnings: N/A

Part 2

Masterlist

Peter Parker was one of your best friends. Ned always called him the love of your life, jokingly of course. But, Ned was right. Kind of? You were in love with Peter.

Usually every Friday night, you, Peter, and Ned would ave movie night. Peter would come home early from being Spiderman and you would all watch movies at one of your houses.

Today you were supposed to go to Ned’s house, but he went away with his parents for the weekend so you and Peter had yet to decide what your plans were.

You and Pete were sitting in chemistry working on a lab when your nudged him “Hey Parker what are we doing tonight,”

“Christ, Y/N, you almost made me spill this sulphuric acid,”

You looked up to Peter who had his googles on and was holding a test tube filled with sulphuric acid, going to pour it into a beaker. (Lol I’ve spilt sulphuric acid on my hands multiple times cause my science teacher would never give us gloves to wear during labs).

“Whoops, sorry,”

“You can come over to my house tonight. Aunt May’s out with friends for the weekend so we’ll have the place to ourselves,” Peter said

“Perfect. I’ll come over around 6pm? And, being the generous friend I am, i’ll bring the pizza,”

“Sounds good,”

After school, you went home and tried to do some of your homework, but you couldn’t focus. Movie nights with Peter (and Ned) were the best part of your week. If Peter didn’t have to go out and be Spiderman you would already be at Peter’s apartment, sitting together watching movies.

But since that wasn’t the case. You patiently waited a few hours before heading to Peter’s.

Before leaving you threw your pjs, and some movies into your backpack. Regretting the decision of promising Peter pizza, you decided to just order some to his apartment.

When you arrived at Peter’s apartment, you knew he would have left the door unlocked for you so you walked right in.

“Honey, I’m home!” You said, walking inside. You dropped your things and walking over to join Peter on the couch.

“Man, its pouring outside,” you continued.

“Welcome home, honey. Yeah, the rain had kind of prevented me from being Spidey tonight. You could have come over earlier,”

“Well thanks for the heads up Parker,”

“Sorry. But did you bring anything for me?” Peter asked

“Bring you anything like what?”

“Well, i’m very hungry,”

“Well if you’re horny I could definitely help you out with that, but I thought we were going to have a movie marathon?”

“Oh my god Y/N. I said I’m hungry, not horny. But now that you mention it…”

You opened your mouth to respond, but before you could get a word out there was a knock at the door.

“Pizza’s here. Looks like that’ll solve one of your problems,”

You grabbed your wallet, paid the pizza man and then brought the box over to Peter on the couch.

“What movies are we watching tonight?”

“I put Harry Potter in the dvd player. You feel like watching that?”

“Sure,” you nodded.

Peter turned on the movie and the two of you sat on the couch. You only made it 20 minutes into the movie when the lights started flickering.

“That doesn’t seem good,” you said.

“I’m sure it’ll be fine,” Peter said, moving his attention back to the movie.

You rolled your eyes, knowing a storm like this would most definitely knock out the power.

Sure enough, a few minutes later the power went out.

The apartment went silent as the tv shut off. You could hear thunder rumbling in the distance. It was pitch black besides the occasional flash of lightning outside.

“Told you,” you muttered.

You didn’t have to see Peter to know he was rolling his eyes.

“What now?” Your asked.

“Well, the power’s out. We have two options. Have sex, or I got ‘Back to the Future’ on my laptop.” Peter said.

“I mean, we already explored the idea of sex so that seems like the best idea. I’m down,”

“If Ned were here would that still be the best idea?” Peter asked

“I mean, if Ned wouldn’t mind sitting out here while we fuck in your bedroom, then sure,” you joked.

Peter laughed “Back to the Future?”

“Sure,” you agreed.

Peter disappeared for a moment, making his way to his bedroom to find his laptop.

There was a loud bang and you heard Peter say “Fuck,”

You laughed, knowing Peter must have walked into something.

“Thanks for asking if I’m okay,” Peter said, walking back into the room.

“You’re spiderman. I’m supposed to be worried about you walking in the dark now?”

“A little concern would be nice,”

Peter came and sat down beside you. You were leaning on him, as he placed his laptop on his lap and looked for the movie.

“Hey Pete,”

“Mmhmm,” Peter mumbled, still searching his laptop.

“You know I wasn’t lying when I said I was down,”

“What?” Peter asked

“I wasn’t lying when I said I was down,”

“No, I heard what you said I just… I don’t believe you,”

“You don’t believe me?”

“No,”

“Why not?” You asked.

You felt like you had made a fool of yourself to Peter. You had just admitted that you would be open to doing things with Peter and all he had to say was that he thought you were lying.

“Come on, Y/N. We joke about this all the time. We joke about sex and being in a relationship and living happily ever after one day. But we joke, I’ve accepted that that’s not actually going to happen because we’re just friends and you don’t feel that way about me,”

“Have you ever thought that maybe I actually do feel that way about you?”

“Don’t joke about that Y/N, you could never like someone like me,”

“What on earth are you talking about Peter?”

“I mean you’re so amazing, how on earth could you actually like me? You’re just fucking with me. It’s really not that funny,”

“Peter i’m not fucking with you, but I would like to fuck you. Jesus Christ, Peter. I have feelings for you,”

“Wait… you do?” Peter asked

“Yes!” You exclaimed.

“I have feelings for you too, Y/N,”

“So about that ‘best idea’…” you said, raising your eyebrows in a suggestive way.

Peter laughed “I mean, like you said, I’m down,”

“Then what are you waiting for Parker?”

Peter quickly placed his laptop on the coffee table in front of him and leaned down to kiss you. He moved his lips against yours, using his teeth to lightly nip at your bottom lip.

He moved his hands to your waist, so they were slightly riding up your shirt.

You pulled away, “You could at least take me to your bedroom before you tried to take your clothes off,”

Peter laughed, “As you wish, my dear,”

Peter stood up and offered you his hand. You graciously took it and let him lead you to his bedroom.

“Man I am so happy Ned’s away this weekend,” You said.

Two Nights Stand Part 8

Summary: (Modern Au) After a bad breakup, your roommate insists that you need to a one night stand to end your dry spell. Following her advice, you have a bad one night stand with Bucky Barnes, but what happened when you are forced to spend time with him?

Paring: Bucky x Reader

Words: 1548

Warnings: This is vaguely inspired by a movie of the same name. Loats of fluffy.

A/n: Thanks to @drinkfantasy for being my beta.

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7

Credits to the gifs owners

Originally posted by spdrparker


You wake up with the sound of water, when you open your eyes you see that you are alone in bed, so Bucky must be indeed in the shower. Looking around you see that is only 1 a.m.. So many things happened in these last 24 hours, but still, you are in the same place that you were 24 hours ago, in Bucky’s bed.

How could your feelings towards someone change so much in just one day? You want to go home, you need some time to think about all this, preferably on your bathtub drinking some wine. You liked Bucky, he was easy to talk to and you felt comfortable around him.

Nonetheless, this is supposed to be just a one night stand, no strings attached and you can’t expect him to feel the same way about you. You two shared a lot in the last day, painful memories, funny stories and amazing sex, to be honest.

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MUST WATCH Horror Movies and Halloween Movies

If you haven’t seen my October bucket list, click HERE to join me for some October fun! PS: This is for people who do not often watch horror movies. I am not including pure classics like Night of the Living Dead for example because non-horror fans would find these movies “boring”.

HORROR MOVIES:

  • Halloween (1978)
  • SAW (2004)
  • The Shining (1980)
  • Psycho (1960)
  • House of 1000 Corpses (2003)
  • A Nightmare on Elm Street (1984)
  • The Conjuring 1&2 (2013/2016)
  • Scream (1996)
  • Trick R Treat (2007)
  • The Texas Chainsaw Massacre (2013)
  • Dead Silence (2007)
  • The Blair Witch Project (1999)
  • Lights Out (2016)
  • The Silence of the Lambs (1991)
  • Don’t Breathe (2016)
  • The People Under the Stairs (1991)

HALLOWEEN MOVIES:

  • Hocus Pocus
  • Halloweentown
  • Frankenweenie
  • Corpse Bride
  • The Nightmare Before Christmas
  • The Addams Family Values
  • Beetlejuice
  • The Rocky Horror Picture Show
  • Harry Potter and The Sorcerer’s Stone
  • Edward Scissorhands 
  • It’s The Great Pumpkin Charlie Brown
  • Scooby Doo and the Ghoul School
  • Monster House
  • Scooby Doo and the Witches Ghost
  • Scooby Doo on Zombie Island
  • Coraline
Rising Sign Vibes ✨

Took a different approach to this. This is based mainly off archetypes! It’s how each archetype might come off when you’re just meeting them and deciding who is gonna do what during a group project. Enjoy!

Aries Rising: woa, i get such a vibe of power and strength from you guys… seems like you can do anything you set your mind to. you’re such a go getter and so driven… would you like to lead the study group?

Taurus Rising: okay we just met, but i feel like i am at home around you?? such a warm vibe is going on here. just wanna hangout and watch movies and eat some junk food… want to have the study group at your house?

Gemini Rising: you’re so talkative! yes, i’d love to hear your thoughts on everything. such an interesting vibe to you folks… you should be the writer or note taker for our study group, i feel like you’ll get all the details right and make it intriguing!

Cancer Rising: it’s strange how i feel like you have these walls up, but i get this vibe of such nurturing deepness from you. i really want to get to know you. just curious about what’s underneath… also can you help Taurus rising organize that study group at their house? i feel like you’ll be great at making us all feel comfortable!

Leo Rising: honestly getting such a confident vibe from you. seems like you know what you’re doing and are really great at getting us all talking. the attention is on you… wanna give the presentation for the study group?

Virgo Rising: i get a real analytical, detail-oriented vibe from you. seems like you are paying attention and observing everything that’s going on really well… would you like to help Gemini Rising with the writing? i feel like we’re going to get an A with your added practical approach to things.

Libra Rising: you’re so full of charming vibes and so nice! i hope we become friends after this group. oh no! we are a little behind schedule… do you think you could negotiate with the teacher about things? you’re friendliness might just help get our deadline extended.

Scorpio Rising: you’re so intriguing… i get a vibe of mystery. you seem like you have a deeper, more intense approach to things… wanna answer the critical thinking questions for the study group? i feel like you’d have an incredibly unique take on things.

Sagittarius Rising: i get a vibe of adventure and knowledge from you. you seem so interested in all that the world has to offer. always jumping headfirst into new things… wanna do the research for our study group? i bet you’ll be able to find out so much from so many different sources.

Capricorn Rising: wow! i thought Aries Rising was the boss, but you’re approach to everything is a little more logical and careful. i get a vibe that you’re a hard worker and really know what you’re doing… help Aries Rising lead with your cool, calm attitude and steady planning?

Aquarius Rising: you’re cool, detached vibe is intriguing and also a little intimidating. you come off smart as a whip and seem very out of the box… you should help Scorpio Rising answer the questions for our group. i feel like your eccentric views will pair nicely with their deepness!

Pisces Rising: i get a real head in the clouds vibe from you guys. you seem really artistic and profound… would you like to create the artwork or slideshow? i bet you’ll make it so beautiful. oh! and stop being late to our study group!

“So what are you?”

The question which plagued my childhood in suburban Kansas; the ponderance of which led me towards years of agonizing identity searching; the answer to which I still hesitate to deliver.

“So what are you?”

It is an innocent question; one I know I am not alone in hearing the echoes of. But what do I say? “I’m mixed” is the short answer, but it always leads to the question of “With what” so do I say “My mom is white and my dad is brown” but brown isn’t usually specific enough so do I say “my mom is white and my dad’s Pakistani” but that doesn’t flow right because white is a race and Pakistani is a nationality so do I say “my mom’s American and my dad’s Pakistani” but that isn’t true because my dad was born in Canada and he’s lived here his whole life and American sure as hell doesn’t mean white I mean my dad IS American so do I say “My mom’s a white American and my Dad’s Pakistani American” but that just sounds like I’m trying too hard so that’s out of the question and so do I just drop it and leave it at “none of your business” but that’s rude and it’s really such a simple question so what in the hell do I freaking say?

“So what are you?”

It’s a good question, really… why don’t you tell me? I am the alienation that I feel when my mom’s family talks about how dangerous those Muslim immigrants are over dinner and I am the strange sinking feeling in my stomach which occurs when my cousins tell me that whatever I’ve just done is haraam. I am the frustration which clouds me when people around me doubt that I am what the hell I say I am. I am the product of the millisecond long stares of confusion people give me when I tell them the pale as china blonde lady I’m with is my mother and the looks of disgust I get when I, the young, doll eyed light skinned girl, go out to dinner late at night with a big burly middle aged brown man, aka my father. I am the three and a half years it took me to decide what to call the pigmentation of my skin.

I am the sadness which clouds me when one of my Aunties asserts how lucky I am to be so fair skinned. I am the anger I feel each and every time I think about the people who called my full and plump Desi lips fat as a kid and now use copious amounts of lip liner to accentuate their tiny mouths on Snapchat. I am the hours of hoping and praying during and after shootings that it wasn’t a Muslim. I am the incredible lengths I go to, the precise and complex knowledge I feel I must have of my roots in order to truly claim my heritage. I am neither and I am both and I hate it.

“So what are you?”

I can’t stand here and tell you that it is all bad. That would be I lie, for I am also the cool, smooth feeling of the bronze crucifix which sits on one side of my bedroom wall and the sentiment of the words “Allah most merciful” written in beautiful Arabic script on the other. I am my large French hazel eyes and my thick and wavy South Asian hair, my favorite of my features.

I am the pride I feel as I trace my thumb over the intricate embroidery on one of my anarkalis and the anticipation I feel for Christmas as I help line my grandmother’s fireplace with garland. I am the rhythmic clanking of my bangles as I dance to bhangra music at a cousin’s wedding and the clicking of tongues by a sizzling grill as my grandpa flips our burgers during a Sunday night barbeque. I am the flavorful and savory taste of pulao my father makes and the creamy texture of mashed potatoes on Thanksgiving. I am the Maybelline mascara I coat my eyelashes with and the kajal I used to line the edges of my eyes. I am the flavorant meeting of two cultures melting in an incredible country in which such a thing is even possible.

“So what are you?”

God, but what am I thinking? I’m Jackie. I am the impending messiness that is my bedroom. I am my inability to fall the hell asleep before eleven o’clock at night. I am my love for all things fashion and glamour. I am my obnoxiously large collection of makeup. I am my hideous shedding of tears each and every time Spock dies in the Wrath of Khan.

I am my intense love for horror movies and my struggle to move in the dark for two days after watching them. I am my passion for music and Michael J. Fox and Kanye West and my unrequited love for Zayn Malik. I am my collection of records and of 32 scarves which I never wear, my brown riding boots, my belting of Christmas carols in the middle of July, my irrational hatred of algebra, my inability to sleep without my phone being on its charger, the Toll House cookie dough I eat straight from the bag and the four Beatles posters I have hanging in my room.

I am the scent of Aussie conditioner and my clumsy, spacy nature; my obsession with the Kennedys, my adamant love for Diet Dr Pepper, losing myself in my daydreams, my extreme extroversion and procrastination of literally everything, my weakness for Reese’s peanut butter cups, my A to Z knowledge about Mick Jagger, my ever changing mind. I am my dreams and I am my fears and and I am my tenacity and I am my mistakes and my courage and my insecurities and my abilities and my hope … I am so much and yet I am so little. I am me. I am unapologetically and beautifully me.

“So what are you?”

I am Jacqueline Renee and I am what I am and no answer that I give you to this question will make what I am any different.

Caught

Request: “Would you STOP coming in through the WINDOWS, it scares the hell out of me every TIME!” AU

Request: Hey could you do an imagine where peter and the reader are friends but the reader’s dad is kinda strict so she’s not allowed to have boys over, so she sneaks peter in her bedroom window at night so they can hang out (like watch a movie or play video games or something) but things end up getting kinda smutty. Btw I love your writing and I’m so happy that I found your blog❤❤❤

A/N: I am writing again slowly! So slowly! But I’m working on my requests very slowly. So, so slowly. Also wow? This one wasn’t that good. And Meh if you want a smutty part 2 let me know.

Word Count: 1309

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Sometimes you really hated how strict your dad was.

“No boys in the house!” He would always tell you.

Not that you really listened. Two of your three best friends were males and you weren’t exactly going to drop them as friends because your dad didn’t like it when you spent time with boys.

Not too long ago, you found out that your best friend, (and your crush), Peter Parker, was Spiderman. THE SPIDERMAN.

You kind of found out accidentally. You had snuck out one night and kind of, maybe gone into a bad neighbourhood and found yourself surrounded by some not so great people when Spidey came out of no where and saved you. He immediately brought you back to your apartment. Which kind of threw you off.

Spiderman, realizing his mistake, revealed himself to you as Peter.

Since then, Peter no longer allowed you to sneak out at night. And you did not appreciate the fact that yet another man was telling you what to do.

So, as a compromise, you promised not to sneak out unless you were going to do something that didn’t involve walking through that part of the city.

Usually, Peter ended up sneaking into your bedroom. Sometime when your dad would come in to check on you before bed, Peter would scramble to hide. Sometimes he ended up under your bed, other times in your closet, but most of the time he ended up on the side of your building.

Like any other night, Peter had messaged you saying he was on his way.

It was difficult when you could really only see your best friend at school, you weren’t even allowed to have him in your house, so you truly cherished the times that Peter would spend his evenings at your house, even if it meant sneaking around behind your dad’s back.

You were sitting on your bed, headphones in your ears, working on your English homework when you felt someone place a hand on your shoulder.

You jumped, screaming.

“Y/N, shhh, it’s just me!” Peter said

“Would you STOP coming in through the WINDOWS, it scares the hell out of me every TIME!”

Peter laughed, “Jeez, Y/N, I didn’t mean to scare you, but its not like I can come in any other way,”

Suddenly there was a knock at your bedroom door.

“Y/N? Is everything alright? i’m coming in,” You dad said, walking into the bedroom.

Peter’s eyes went wide, He quickly flung himself into you closet and you jumped up to close the door behind him.

“Y/N? What’s wrong? Why did you scream?”

You awkwardly stood in front of your closet door as your dad walked into your bedroom, looking around.

“I uh…. I saw a spider,” you said.

You could FEEL Peter rolling his eyes through the closet door.

“and it scared me, kinda just appeared out of no where, but I killed it so it’s okay,” you continued.

“Maybe spider’s wouldn’t get into the house if you didn’t leave your window open all the time. Please close it and finish your homework,”

Your dad walked out of your bedroom and closed the door behind him.

You stepped away from the closet, allowing Peter to step out.

“Did you really have to go with the spider comment?”

“I mean, I wasn’t wrong. A spider did scare me,”

Peter rolled his eyes, “Are we watching a movie or having a Mario Kart rematch tonight?”

“I think I’m ready to destroy you at Mario Kart again,” you decided.

You and Peter sat down on the floor in front of your tv and set up the game.

You and Peter spent way too much time playing.

“Ha! I beat you at Mushroom George again! In your face Parker,”

“It’s Mushroom Gorge, Y/N,” Peter rolled his eyes.

“You’re just a sore loser,” You said, sticking your tongue out at Peter.

“Am not!”

“Whatever Parker,”

After many more rounds, and lots more banter, you came out the winner.

“And here we have it! I, Y/N, Y/L/N, am still the reiGNING ULTIMATE MARIO KART CHAMPION!”

Peter laughed, “Maybe I let you win,

“Sore! Loser!”

There was another knock at your door, “Y/N! Who are you talking to?”

“No one dad, just yelling at my tv screen again,”

Without warning your bedroom door opened,

Your dad spotted Peter, You and Peter quickly shot up off the ground and you went to stand in front of Peter.

“Y/N, Y/L/N, What have I told you about boys In your bedroom?” Your dad said, raising his voice

“Dad, It’s just Peter,”

“IT DOESN’T MATTER WHO IT MATTERS THAT YOU DEFIED MY ORDERS” he yelled

“I’m sorry sir, i’ll just leave,” Peter said.

Peter maneuvered around your father and gave you a compassionate smile before turning and leaving your bedroom.

The next hour was you receiving a lecture from your father. He yelled and screamed and even went off on how you could be pregnant right now from Peter. He wouldn’t listen when you tried to explain that you really were only playing video games.

After your father left, you were fuming. You don’t think you’ve ever been this angry. You’re responsible. You weren’t a child anymore. You didn’t deserve to be treated like some ignorant twelve year old.

You were angry. Peter was your friend! He was more than your friend. He was the love of your life, and your dad was being an ass.

You were going to sneak out to see Peter when you saw him sitting outside your window.

You walked over and let him in.

“You stayed?”

“Yeah. I mean, I was worried about you,”

“Well, don’t worry too much Parker, i’m just angry,”

“I’m sorry we got caught,”

“It’s not your fault Peter, and if I could have helped it we would have been caught in a much more compromising position,” you muttered.

“What?”

“Nothing,”

“No, what did you say?” Peter asked.

You signed, “I just meant that If we had been caught doing something, we should have been caught doing something. If you know what I mean,”

“Well, we could always get caught again, I know it wouldn’t be that hard, you’re very loud,”

“I’m not loud…”

“You’re a loud moaner,”

“How do you know?!” You questioned.

“I’ve uh, flown fast here a couple of times as Spiderman while you were in a compromising position yourself,”

Your face went red, realizing what he meant.

“Oh god, that’s so embarrassing,”

“No, it’s actually kinda hot,” Peter said, taking a step towards you.

“Are we really going to do this?” You asked.

“If we are, you’re going to have to learn to be quiet, Y/N, cause i’d really like to enjoy you and not have your father barge in on us,”

“Fuck,” you muttered under your breath.

Peter took another step closer to you, letting his hand brush your face.

“Just tell me what you want, Y/N,”

“You,” you breathed.


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Its inevitable, high school is gonna end, we are gonna move to different towns. We aren’t going to see these people everyday anymore, we have six months left together. Six more months of lunches 5 days a week at the same table in the same room in the same school. About 150, give or take a few, days until we graduate and leave this school forever. 4 years of our lives is done. And some people might think that this is a dark depressing thought, that in six months we will leave our best friends behind and move on to another part of our life story. But I think there is a difference between me and someone who thinks this is dark and depressing. You, who thinks this is a dark thought who doesn’t want to hear it, you are probably scared, terrified for the inevitable future that awaits you. And thats perfectly fine, be scared to leave your best friends, that fear is going to drive you to make the most out of these last six months together. Its going to make you want to go out and go to games, dress crazily for spirit weeks, not give a crap about what other people in the school think because you are enjoying yourself for the last time with these people. The difference is I am okay with me and my friends splitting up. I have seven best friends and we hang out all the time. I know that these people are going to be the ones I can count on, these people are going to be with me for the rest of my life, most likely the ones I want to have in my wedding. There is going to be distance put in between us and it will be hard to talk. Seven different people, seven different schedules, seven different towns, finding the time for everyone to talk will be so hard but I’m not worried. These are the people that I know I can count on, that will call me out when I’m lying and will help me through a bad day. I know that we might be able to talk everyday, and I think I’m okay with that because I know that these are the types of people that I don’t need to talk to everyday because  I know that they will always be there for me. That doesn’t mean I’m not going to try to talk to them, believe me I am, but it means that I will be okay if there comes a point where everyone is too busy to talk everyday. Now with all this being said, and how I am not scared, that doesn’t mean I won’t take advantage of these six months, I will. I will enjoy every moment that we spend together, every lunch, every dinner at my house, every song played on my guitar in my room, every old movie watched together, every car ride blasting music. I’m going to love every minute of it, but I know that I will be okay when it comes to the point where all of that is just a memory. I will be okay when we all  leave, yes I will be heartbroken but I know that we will always find our ways back to each other.
I think more seniors need to understand this. People think when high school is over they end a book, they think of there life as a book series, but its not, its one long novel. High school is just a chapter in it, and just because the chapter is over doesn’t mean the main characters cease to exist. Yes new characters come into the story, but the main ones will always be there, maybe not like they were before, and maybe not in the next chapter, but they will come back into the story. It might be years down the line, but the people who are supposed to be in your life, have a way of coming back. These are your best friends, the people you meet in high school and if your lucky they will be there for the rest of your life.
—  Something I said during my religion class today
Matchmaker - Cody Christian AU Imagine

Warnings:SMUT,swearing,daddy kink,jealous Cody,ass slapping,hand tying,m+f oral,fake tweet,fluff.

A/N: Enjoy xx and Happy Valentines Day or as I like to call it “Another thing to remind me i’m Single AF” 

y/n; your name

y/u/n; your username

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Lisa: Hi guys were back on Clevver Tv’s Valentines day special with the cast of Teen Wolf * Lisa smiled*

Lisa: So Cody our sources yell us you’re off the market and have been for some time now, is that true?

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anonymous asked:

143 or 148, please!!!! Thanks 😽💕

I wrote this before but I couldn’t find it so here you go. x

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148. “Why do you only kiss me when I’m sleeping?”

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In your white t-shirt that had “We Think Harry Has The XFactor” Along with Xfactor’s logo, you stood backstage as Anne gave Harry a kiss on his cheek before he turned to you.

You breathed nervously, cupping his face with your hands, “I’m so proud of you. No matter what they say, you’re incredible, yeah? Break a leg, Haz.” And you kissed your best friend’s cheek as he gave you a grin and a nod before walking on stage.

You were sure you were almost nails-less during the time of his singing as you bit your nails, your nerves all around the place as you stood beside Gemma, looking at him through the screen as he sang Isn’t She Lovely; a lullaby you both always sang to each other whenever one of you couldn’t sleep.

You frowned at Louis’ remark. He was 16 and auditioning, what kind of experience should he have if he’s auditioning for a singing show, freaking idiot?

“Someone in the audience just said rubbish and I totally agree with them.” Simon said, making you grin and clap before interlocking your fingers under your chin.

When it came to the voting, you almost threw up from how nervous you were. “I’m going to have to say no.” Louis said, making you frown and boo him under your breath.

“I like you Harry, I’m going to have to say yes.” Nicole said, making you cheer as your eyes got tearful.

“You’ll be happy to hear I’m going agree with Nicole-” You didn’t hear anything else as you were engulfed in a hug by Anne and Gemma as you and Harry’s family and friend cheered.

You heard Harry say thank you before he walked towards you, hugged by his family and patted on his back. You wrapped your arms tightly around him, burying your head in his neck as he hugged you back as tight. “I’m so happy, oh my God, Haz.” You cried.

“Awh, don’t cry.” He wiped your tears. “You’re too lovely for that.” He grinned.

Later that night, in the hotel where you were all staying, you and Harry sat in your hotel room, making scenarios of a famous Harry Styles.

“And you’d be singing on the stage and all the girls would be crying and fainting because you’re you and the crowd goes woo!” You jumped on the bed before throwing yourself on the bed on your back, looking at Harry who sat propped on his elbow, his cheek resting on his palm as he looked at you with a smile.

“Will you be there?” He asked.

“I’ll be there.” You answered, closing your eyes and curling your body in a ball, the day’s exhaustion kicking in. In a matter of minutes, you were asleep.

“I hope you will.” Harry whispered before hovering his lips on yours gently, giving you a very gentle and light kiss.

//

You sat between Harry’s legs, his fingers working on your hair as he braided it while you sat in Niall’s dressing room with the boys, all laughing.

You laughed at Liam’s costume that had had to wear for the Best Song Ever music video. “Hair tie.” Harry said and you held your hand for him with the hair tie which he took and tied around your braid. “There we go. It looks great.”

“Really? Take a picture.” You straightened your back as you heard his phone’s camera go off and he gave you the phone for you to inspect. “I love it, thanks Haz” You turned and smiled at him before turning to see everyone leaving the room to God knows where. You turned back to Harry, “You know, I really like the whole Marcel look on you.”

“Oh, do you? Too bad you’re stuck with lame ol’ Harry, huh?” He gave you a toothy grin.

You playfully scoffed, “Don’t remind me.”

“Really now?” His fingers started tickling you, making you squirm.

“Harry! Harry, stop!” You laughed, struggling to get up but he was quick to wrap his arms around your waist from behind.

You began to gain your breath before resting your back on Harry’s chest and letting a sight leave your mouth before closing your eyes.

Harry, feeling your breath grow heavier, he leaned his head forward to look at you, smiling when he saw that you had slept. You were very energetic the whole day, it was bound to tire you.
Being best friends with you, Harry was ecstatic that he had someone like you in his life but he wasn’t happy that you were oblivious to his feelings and that it was impossible for you to return his feelings.

He was there when you had your first kiss, having to listen to you go over and over about how lovely it was and how cute the guy was. He was there when you had your first heartbreak and he had to restrain himself from murdering the guy who had caused the girl he loves all that pain, having to wipe your tears and hold you in his arms as you sobbed. He was there when you aced your GSCE’s, celebrating both of your grades together. He was always there for you and you were always there for him. After all, it was you who convinced him to audition.

“Just tell her.” Louis said once he entered the room, looking at your sleeping figure and Harry’s smiling one.

Harry shook his head and sighed, “You don’t understand.” He whispered in order not to wake you.

“It’s not rocket science, mate. You love the girl, she loves you, you both are too shy and scared to admit it.” Louis said.

“Can you keep it down?” Harry whispered.

“You’ll have to wake her up anyway, we’re going back to the hotel, Romeo.” Louis smirked.

Harry sighed and nodded, watching Louis walk out of the room. Miraculously, he managed to stand up from behind you, with you still asleep as he put your head gently on the pillow and kneeled beside you. His hand found your hair, gently stroking it as he looked at you. He sighed, closing his eyes, “I love you. So much.” He whispered, “What am I going to do?” He whispered to himself.

He leaned down, gently pecking your lips for a second before standing up and beginning to wake you up.

//

“I can’t believe you got the role!” You squealed. “My best friend is a movie star!” You screamed out in Harry’s LA house as you held his hand and twirled yourself.

Harry grinned as he watched you twirl, “I’m glad you’re here to celebrate with me.”

“Did you expect it? I had Jeff help me out with booking the ticket and all that.” You grinned, wrapping your arms around his torso.

“I honestly didn’t, love. I was very surprised. Actually, I’m still surprised.” He smiled down at you, wrapping his arm around your shoulders.

“How do you want us to celebrating you landing the role, Haz? Come on, name anything, we’ll do it.” You smiled up at him, a happy glint in your eyes.

“Can we stay in tonight? Celebrate and go out tomorrow? I’m very tired from all the writing and recording and all the meetings and I need a movie night with a cuddle on the side, please.” He raised his eyebrows, his dimple showing as he smiled.

“Whatever the movie star wants. You pick the movie, I’ll order the pizza.” You demanded with a smile.

“What would I do without you?”

“Probably still be working in the bakery. Barbara misses you by the way. Give me your phone, I don’t know the pizza place’s number.” You opened your palm.

“I miss that cheeky woman, too. Send her my greetings when you see her again.” He said as he gave you his phone and dialing the pizza place’s number.

“I love your hair, by the way. You look handsome.” You smiled with a blush before leaving the room with his phone pressed to your ear as you began ordering.
Harry grinned, his cheeks turning crimson red as his hand touched his hair.

You both sat on Harry’s bed, your head on his shoulder and his head leaning on yours with the pizza box on your lap and in your third movie of the night. Harry insisted you watch When Harry Met Sally because it was his favorite and “It was his night, my wish is your command, love.” Was what he said.

Your eyes were droopy, your 11 hours flight’s exhaustion kicking in as you cuddled more to Harry. 15 minutes later, light snores were escaping your lips.

“Oh, I love this pa-” Harry stopped when he heard your snores, looking down at you and chuckling when he saw you sleeping, “Of course.” He took the pizza box from your lap and put it on the bedside table before putting his arm around your waist and lying you down gently on the bed.

He looked down at you, “This is the part where I kiss you, you know? You just don’t know.” He muttered under his breath before pecking your lips gently and snuggling close to you. “Goodnight, beautiful.

//

Your red long silky dress showed off your body, your hair in waves and your skin glowing. To say that you were feeling yourself would be an understatement. The highlighter was really popping. You walked down Harry’s house in London, knowing Anne and him were waiting for you downstairs.

Harry had asked you, alongside his mother, to be his date for Dunkirk’s premiere. He was nervous but it felt natural and of course, you agreed.
You were met with Anne who gasped and put a hand to her heart and nudged Harry whose back was facing you. He looked at her confusingly to which she nodded her head towards you, making hm turn to look at you.

Harry’s jaw dropped, if it was a cartoon, he would definitely have hearts popping out of his eyes. His heart began racing, his palms getting sweaty as he stared at you.

You took slow approaches towards him and Anne and smiled shyly, “What?”

“You look absolutely divine, dear.” Anne smiled at you.

“You look wonderful, Anne.” You said, looking at her black dress.

“Thank you, dear. I’m going to wait for you in the limo. Harry, close your mouth, honey.” Anne chuckled before walking out the door.

You looked at Harry, chuckling, “Are you going to talk or not?” You asked, moving closer to him and putting your hands on his chest, feeling his racing heart against your palm, making you blush and raise your eyebrows, “Your heart is beating really fast.”

“How can it not?” He whispered, not trusting his voice as he took you all in.

“You look handsome.” You said in a low voice, staring at his green eyes.

“You look-You look unbelievable. I ca-”

“Why do you only kiss me when I’m sleeping?” You said quietly, your eyes not leaving his.

Harry’s eyes went wide, “Wh-What?”

“I asked, why do you only kiss me when I’m sleeping?” You repeated, leaning in till your lips was hovering over his, brushing against his.

“You-” Harry swallowed, his eyes looking at yours nervously, “You know?”

“It’s hard not to feel a kiss, love.” You chuckled. “Do you not want me awake when you kiss me?”

Before you could say anything, Harry’s lips were on yours, his hands cupping your head as he poured his feelings into the kiss. You closed your eyes in delight, kissing back as passionately.

You both pulled away, you pecking his lips one more time, “I’ve always wanted to do that.” You admitted, chuckling.

Harry grinned, closing his eyes as he leaned his forehead on yours, “Can I say it?”

“Please.”

“I love you.” He said with a grin.

“I love you.” You repeated before your lips were on his one more time.

Needless to say, the fans were quick to notice from the pictures of the premiere, both of your loving stolen glances, your interlocked fingers and were fangirling over a lips peck you shared in the background of a picture of Fionn, quick to tweet about how the ship finally sailing.

jealous : fionn whitehead

“Y/N, look at this one,” Harry giggled as he scrolled through another video of him falling on the stage. He tried to shove his phone into Y/N’s face while she brought another pack of crisps from hers and Fionn’s shared kitchen. 

“This is so embarrassing. Harry. How do you manage to fall this much?” she chuckled and threw herself at the couch, between Fionn and Harry. It was a typical Friday night for the three ever since Fionn introduced them and they became close friends. It was the third Friday of Harry showing up on Fionn and Y/N’s small apartment in Manchester with a bottle of decent wine -or sometimes champagne, even cans of beer; depending on the situation-. After Dunkirk, they started meeting up and watching classic movies at one another’s house if their schedule was alright with that. 

“I’m just clumsy!” Harry defended himself and brought the sweet wine to her lips, taking a small sip. “Here, hold this while I have a wee, love” he threw the black phone into Y/N’s lap.

“You alright there babe?” she asked Fionn. 

He wasn’t his usual bubbly self tonight. 

Sure, he wasn’t the most talkative guy but Y/N felt uneasy by his glares.

“Yeah, I am.” 

“You sure? Did-”

“I’m fine, Y/N. Go back to watching Harry.” he snapped and Y/N shut her mouth. She was shocked. Not because of the fact that he snapped at her but the fact that he called her by her name instead of a nickname. 

“Fionn-” she tried again but Harry cut her sentence as he stumbled from the toilet.

“Mate, I’m telling you. You’re so lucky to have Y/N. The bathroom smells like rose petals and there are heart shaped soaps. Soaps!” 

Instead of replying, Fionn stormed out of the living room with his glass of wine and went into the kitchen while Harry stood with a raised brow.

“What’s wrong? Did I say something wrong?” he spoke after minutes of silence as Y/N sighed. 

“I don’t know what’s up with him. I’ll talk to him,” she stood up from the sofa and handed him the phone and walked into the kitchen.

He was seated at one of the bar stools, looking at his phone.

Y/N stared at him for a second and rubbed her forehead.

Fionn hardly acted like this. He was always nice.

“Fionn?” he stirred. 

He turned his head towards her and shook his head, his glasses falling slightly from his nose.

“What’s wrong?” she got closer, touching his shoulders.

“What do you think? I’ve been watching you two flirting non stop from the moment he got here. And now! He says I’m lucky to have you! Like I don’t know!” he yelled, not feeling afraid that Harry was on the other room and that he might hear what’s being said.

“Flirting?! What the hell are you on about? You’re being ridiculous!” 

“Ridiculous? Oh, so you’re okay with him flirting with you then? Should I just leave you two!” he paced the kitchen, standing right in front of Y/N, glaring into her soul with his cold, blue eyes.

She froze.

She couldn’t believe she let the one person she cared deeply about feel this way.

He was jealous and she let it happen.

“Fionn…” She started but he didn’t let her to continue.

“What, Y/N? It’s not your fault though, is it? He’s hot, hell, he’s handsome and he’s got this fucking aura that I don’t! He’s got everything-”

Without letting him finish the sentence, she pressed their lips together. 

She kissed him and tried to explain him that he was the one with her kisses.

He was the one she fell in love with.

He was the one who looked adorable with pasta sauce on his face.

He was the one who she kissed without minding the morning breath.

And he kissed her back.

When they pulled back, her hands stayed still on his neck, playing with the hair behind his neck.

“You’re a fucking idiot and I’m a dumb bitch. I’m sorry you felt like this but please, please don’t ever compare yourself with anyone. I love you, Fionn Whitehead. I love you and only you. It will be always you. Always.”

He looked at the floor, his half smile returned to his beautiful face. 

“I guess I acted like a freak. I’m sorry, Harry’s probably hating me right now”

“Shut up, he’s probably on his fourth glass of wine. Come on, let’s go inside?” She slid her hand and held his hands, intertwining their fingers together.

“I love you,” he smiled as Y/N kissed his knuckles.

“You better do,”


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Name: Cierra
Age: 19
Country: Canada

My name is Cierra, I’m a 19 year old INFJ. I love memes, nature, all kinds of music, reading, film photography, scrapbooking, thrifting, camping, tattoos and binge watching netflix. My favourite movies are she’s the man, mulan, and spirited away, and my favourite shows are gilmore girls, friends, and brooklyn nine nine. My dream is to one day have a tiny house, and have 11 cats like my dad.
I’m not good at maintaining physical friendships as some days are harder for me to get out of bed, so if theres someone out there who loves snail mail as much as I do, and wants to talk about everything and anything, I’m your girl.

Preferences: No preferences, I’ll write back to anyone who writes me!

Perfect (Bill Skarsgård x Reader)

Requested: Hi love! If you’re taking requests rn could you write a bill skarsgård or tom holland imagine where the reader kind of gets obsessed with looking a certain way for a movie or a show and she starts over exercising and taking the not so healthy route and he realises it’s a lot worse when he goes to visit her than the pictures he had seen on ig and Twitter and stuff (doesn’t that make any sense? I rambled a lot I’m sorry) also if you’re not ok with it you dont have to write it

Warnings: Self-hate, bad eating habits.

AN: I hope you enjoy:)

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It was finally the day you get to come back to visit your boyfriend, Bill. And you couldn’t be more happy. You were away filming for a show. It was so tough being away from Bill for so long but you loved these moments where you ran into his arms finally having him be with you after a while.

Bill was also very happy. The hour long face time sessions weren’t enough for him, he needed to see, hug and kiss you in person. And now he finally got to.

While you were away from Bill you did something that really surprised him and was that you posted of a photo of yourself in a bikini. Bill knew how self conscious you were about your body and he couldn’t be anymore proud of you. He loved your body and it killed him inside knowing you never loved yourself, but he was hoping some of that hate went away.

So there you were about to get off the plane and you were so exited. You then quickly exited the plane. You rushed to the gates to see Bill standing there in your direction. You both looked at each other for a second taking in each other’s appearance. You then quickly ran over to him and wrapped your arms around him as he did the same.

“I missed you.” You whispered.

“I missed you too.” Bill whispered back. But he couldn’t help but feel like there was something off about you, but he just decided to dismiss the thought. You pulled back from the hug and smiled up at him.

“Should we head home?” You asked and he nodded leading you to the car.

After a long ride home from the airport you both were safely at home. You walked through the door and you immediately jumped onto one of the couches. You watched as Bill went into the kitchen and came back into the living room with a plate full of your favorite cookies.

“I made them for you, they’re your favorite.” He smiled as he pushed the plate of cookies in front of you. You smiled up at him.

“Thanks sweetheart but I ate on the plane so I’m not really hungry.” You lied. He nodded as he sat next to you.

“Well I hope your hungry tonight, I got us reservations at your favorite restaurant.” He smiled at you and you smiled back.


You got ready to go out to dinner putting on some simple makeup and a simple but pretty dress. You and Bill left for the restaurant after you both got ready.

After about a half hour of driving you finally reached the restaurant. The dinner was going pretty great until your food arrived. You ate a couple of bites before you just started to play with it with your fork. Bill immediately noticed this and spoke up.

“Y/n is the food not good? You can order something else if you want.”

“Oh no it’s fine it’s just I’m not really that hungry, I umm ate some of your cookies while getting ready.” You lied again and he raised his eyebrows at you but you just smiled. After they took your plates you practically begged Bill not to get dessert, claiming you were too full to eat any. So Bill paid the check and you both left heading for home.

When you arrived home you stepped out of the car and waited for Bill at the door.

“Hey can I talk to you for a second?” Bill asked.

“Umm sure what about?”

“You have been acting weird lately. What’s up?”

“I haven’t been acting weird.” You immediately responded. Bill raised his eyebrows at you.

“Are you sure cause you didn’t eat anything when we got home. Or at the restaurant.”

“I swear everything is fine.” He looked at you and he knew you were lying. Tears started to cloud your vision. “Fine do you know why I don’t eat it’s cause I’m so ugly!”

“What?”

“I don’t look like those girl who try out for the roles I go for. They are all so perfect and pretty. I’m so ugly, so I just decided-d to not eat anymore.” You choked out a sod and Bill pulled you into his arms.

“You can’t do that to yourself love. You don’t even need to do that you’re perfect.” You scuffed. “It’s true.”

“How am I so perfect when I look like this?”

“You looked perfect to me. And don’t worry what the other girls look like cause they aren’t you.”

“But all the roles I want to do-”

“It’s not going to affect I mean the directors should be lucky enough to get someone as perfect as you.” He wiped away the tears that were coming out of your eyes. “Now come on let’s go inside and watch movies and eat as much junk food as we can.” You nodded and laughed, heading into the house with Bill. God were you lucky to have. But he was even more lucky to have you.

Connor Murphy headcannons (meeting parents)

A/N: I don’t have anything to say whoops

- Connor definitely didn’t want to meet them at all

- He did a bunch for you, like let you braid his hair, watch Broadway bootlegs, come over at 3 am cuz you wanna cuddle

- But meeting your parents he would refuse to do

- So you tricked him

- you asked him to come over to watch a movie, but your parents were home

- usually when he came over, they weren’t so he agreed and went to your house

- your parents thought that he knew

- they were very excited, your mom wanted you to “prep” her about Connor

- so you just told her that he took a little time to get out of his shell and not to mention his family

- she and your dad agreed to the terms

- When Connor got there, he wanted to greet you with a big ole kiss, but you placed a hand on his chest to make sure he couldn’t

- he didn’t understand why until he saw your parents behind you

- He would have turned around and left, but you grabbed his hand so he couldn’t

- you dad greeted him with a handshake and Connor took a couple seconds to respond

- “Hello, I’m Y/N’s dad”

- “I know.”

- “Yeah, that was stupid to say. Well, it’s nice to meet you, Connor.”

- Your mom smiled at him and shook his hand also “Yes, it really is. Y/N talks about you all the time.”

- “Mom”

- “I guess I wasn’t supposed to say that.”

- while you guys are dinner, everyone was visibly tense

- Connor asked to go to the restroom and said you had to go to the kitchen

- your parents didn’t believe you two but let you go anyways

- you and Connor went to the hallway and you immediately started apologizing

- “I’m sorry I made you come and meet my parents without telling you. I can say you don’t feel well and you can leave now. I know you didn’t want to meet them. I’m so sorry.”

- He sighed and gave you a hug

- “It’s fine, you just owe me.”

- “You’ll stay???”

- “Yeah sure, just don’t make such a big deal out of it”

- When you two came back, your dad asked him what he liked to do in his free time

- smoke weed, jk he said he liked to read

- and your mom lit up, she loved to read!

- you guys had a small library and everything

- they had a small conversation about Sylvia Plath and Edgar Allen Poe

- you and your dad were just happy they were talking

- your dad and him didn’t have anything in common

- but they were chill with each other

- then your mom started again about how much you talk about him and how excited they were to meet you

- and you were blushing like mad

- Connor had a miniature smile at that statement

- so you asked your dad about his job because you knew he couldn’t be shut up when he talks about his job

- When Connor was leaving, you walked him out and he gave you the kiss he wants able to earlier

- you swooned

- He said he had a good time then walked home

- When he was gone your dad said “he’s more interesting than you”

-stfu dad

- the next day he called you to ask if they liked him

- but he tried to play it off like he didn’t care

- “My mom liked that you read dark romanticism and my dad said you’re more interesting than me”

- “he’s right”

- “shut up butthead”

- Connor snickered “wow mature”

- “now, I wann a meet your parents. If my parents liked you, then yours might like me”

- “hell no. There’s nothing you can do to make me say yes”

- “wanna bet?”

- “try your hardest”

- “I will”, but you didn’t know what to do lol

- but back to Connor!

- He was surprised that your parents liked him

- He was sure they were going to act nice and then tell you that you weren’t allowed to see him anymore

- but then he sees your mom around town and she smiles at him and his mom I like ???

- He won’t explain it though

- He just nods back to your mom and goes on with his day

- then you see him at school and tell him that your family loves him

- and he actually smiles and that makes you smile

- He kinda wants to go again

- but he doesn’t ask

- He just hopes that you invite him again

“Jungkook Cheated.” Finale [2] (Alternative Ending)

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Originally posted by totallyyehet

Y/N’s p.o.v ~

It’s been three days since he last messaged me, it’s been five since we broke up and our meant to be 3rd year is in two days time, not that it even matters anymore, but a part of me wants him to try harder. Wanting to reconcile, to have some sort of closure between us. I miss him - more than I could ever explain with words, it feels empty without him, I feel as though there’s a huge hole in my heart that even with time it won’t heal because it’s that badly damaged. I want him back, what he did was wrong, and I shouldn’t take him back but I don’t want to throw away what we had. What we had was beautiful, so incredible that it still makes my heart skip a beat every time I think back on those dates, those moments we had.

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