i laughed for like five minutes when i saw this

So I have these RNNs that I’m training to imitate song lyrics of various artists, but when I saw the post on here about the one for recipes, I laughed for like five minutes straight, so of course I had to start training a neural network to imitate recipe names, and so far, it hasn’t disappointed as a source of hilarity for me

So far, it’s given me delicious-sounding dishes like

kinetic bean yogurt
skin oat curry
fingers with beef sauce
squares coconut coconut
acid sponge lentil dip 
italian soup soup
pickled fiber
cookie swamp fingers
cold garlic and frosting
juice growth pie
chocolate stress carrot
hot ginger pain juice
cauliflower sinus 

Prompt: “I don’t know if I’ve ever asked you for an imagine, but I came across this rare blog with star trek imagines and could I just have a Jealous Kirk? Pretty please?” - Anon

Word Count: 1,298

Author’s Note: I’m not used to jealousy, so I’m sort of winging it. Enjoy!

NaNoWriMo Word Count: 47,258/50,000

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anonymous asked:

shush friends 4 or 5? Also, why do you call them shush friends?

“Shush friends” comes from this post.

5. A kiss that was never given

Shouto sat alone in a waiting room, dreading the sight and sound of his father. He still smarted from the last fight, and his fading burns from Bakugou’s quirk still stung. His head still swam with the same syrupy fog that had kept him from calling up fire. He probably could have won, if he had. Or at least he could have given a better account of himself than that mess.

The disorder in his mind played merry hell on his attention, which was why he didn’t notice that he wasn’t alone until Midoriya was already sitting down next to him.

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Just a One Night Stand- Solangelo

fluff based on a post @disenchanted-rose sent me :)

Maybe it was because he was used to getting about five hours of sleep that he woke up so early. Maybe it was because he subconsciously knew he had to leave as soon as possible. Whatever the case, Nico’s eyes slowly opened and he took in his unfamiliar surroundings.

It was still dark, but that may have been because of the heavy curtain in front of the window. There was very little light streaming into the room, but Nico could make out everything around him. He turned over and bit his lip as he looked at the sweet, angelic face of the blond beside him.

They’d met at a bar the night before, and they’d began talking over something inconsequential, not even flirting. Somehow their conversation expanded, continued to other things, until they were both laughing with each other, smiling nervously, blushing. After enough alcohol, they began walking, still joking, still laughing, and always touching. A hand on the shoulder, or a hand on his arm, or the tips of their fingers- it didn’t matter, so long as they were touching.

Nico didn’t remember how he’d gotten the nerve to lean forward and kiss him. He knew neither of them were drunk, and they both knew what they were doing. Maybe it was the adrenaline of having him so close, of his touch, of his eyes like two sparkling stars on him.

Whatever it was, Nico had kissed him and before he knew what was happening, they were on his bed, fumbling to remove their clothes, his arms around Nico’s shoulders, Nico’s lips at his neck, and then finally…. Finally together.

Just the memory of the sounds Nico was able to coax out of him made him warm all over. He bit his lip and suppressed a groan. Because it had been a one night stand. And no matter how wonderful this guy had been, there was no way he’d want anything more to do with Nico. Because that’s what Nico was used to.

He removed the warm hand at his side and got off the bed, gathering his clothes and putting them on silently. He didn’t remember what time they’d fallen asleep, but it was only eight thirty in the morning. Thankfully, the blond remained peacefully asleep by the time Nico was dressed and ready to leave.

Despite himself, he couldn’t help but reach out and run his fingers over his freckled shoulder one more time before slipping out of the room and leaving the small apartment. He hurried down the hall and down the stairs before leaving the complex. Chilly morning air hit Nico and he momentarily wished he was back under covers with warm arms around him, legs tangled together.

He shook the idea away as he walked briskly down the sidewalk to hail a cab. Finally, one stopped for him and he got inside, giving the address to his university. He couldn’t help but reminisce about the previous night. Not only the sex which didn’t feel at all like a one night stand type of sex, but the talking. The laughing and the jokes and the smiles and closeness. Somehow one night with one stranger was better than every single past relationship Nico had experienced.

“Fun night out?” his roommate asked as he got back to his dorm.

“Yeah, I guess. Crashed at a friend’s.” His roommate nodded and returned to his computer. Nico got onto his bed and sighed, thinking about the little freckles he’d kissed, about the taste of his fingers, about the warmth of his body as Nico slid his hands to roam every curve and muscled area. He thought of the way he threw his head back, the way his eyes screwed shut and then opened only partially so Nico could only barely see the blue glistening. Of the taste of his skin, and the way his fingers dug into his back and-

“Dude!” A pen flew at his face and Nico sat up sputtering. “What the hell man? Did you hear anything I just said?”

Nico opened his mouth and closed it. “Uh. No.”

Percy rolled his eyes and frowned. “What are you thinking about, you looked… weird.”

“Nothing. Just tired.” Percy raised an eyebrow. “Anyway, what’d you say?”

“I said that Leo asked me to go see his mariachi class’ performance and I can’t go because I have class. I was hoping you could go for me.”

“Mariachi class?” Nico repeated, dread creeping into his voice.

“He said it helps him stay in touch with his Mexican roots. And I’ve heard him sing, he’s actually pretty good. You don’t have to stay the whole time.” Nico shrugged. “It’s at three in the main dining hall.”

“Okay, I’ll go. I didn’t know a class like that existed.” Percy snorted and returned to his laptop. Nico let out a huff of air and rolled over hoping to stop thinking about his one night stand.

About five minutes before three, Nico started for the dining hall and stifled a laugh as he saw Leo in a large mariachi hat. He was owning it though, standing proudly and wearing that trouble making smile that made everyone way of him.

His brown eyes skirted the hall and he perked up when he saw Nico. “Hey, man! I didn’t know you’d come to see the performance.”

“Percy couldn’t make it, so he asked me to come. Though I’m slightly offended you didn’t ask me yourself.”

Leo shrugged and fiddled with the brass buttons on his suit. “I had the feeling you’d tease me.”

Nico’s smile faltered and he sighed. “Hey, you’re my friend. I’m here to support you. And while I would never be caught dead in that suit, it looks good on you. Now, Percy told me you sing pretty damn well, so… don’t let me down.”

Leo narrowed his eyes. “Yeah, no pressure, right?” he muttered. “Okay, thanks for coming. I have to get back though.” Nico nodded and watched him get back to the small platform stage with the others.

He turned away to sit down and stopped dead in his tracks the second he did. Sitting at a table, staring at him with a confused, hurt expression was Will, the blond he’d left sleeping earlier that day. His entire body seemed to overheat, and he couldn’t remember to breathe. At least not until an instructor’s voice began to echo over a microphone.

He jumped and immediately took a seat at a table across from Will’s, his face flushed. But his eyes wouldn’t tear themselves away from him. Nico felt just as short of breath at that moment as he had last night, with Will’s bare body beneath him. His heart was pounding just as wildly. His thoughts raced and turned to mush.

Suddenly, the first song was over and applause pulled Nico out of his reverie. He clapped and saw as Leo stepped out of the line to the microphone to sing. The next song began, and Leo started singing. Percy was right, his voice was incredible.

But Nico couldn’t focus like he should’ve been. He was still too distracted by Will sitting just a few feet away. His blue eyes looked troubled as they looked at Nico, his eyebrows furrowed, his cheeks flushed. His hands were interlocked over the table, and Nico couldn’t help but think of them scraping down his back. He couldn’t help but recall the taste of his lips, the feeling of his tongue in his mouth, the sound of his panting breaths in his ear.

Suddenly he was too flustered to remain seated where he was. He stood as carefully as he could and ducked into the bathroom, splashing himself with cold water. He took a few deep breaths and ran his hand through his hair. Once he’d pulled himself together, he went back to his seat, careful not to look at Will so he could focus on his friend’s performance.

About an hour later, Leo and his classmates were putting their instruments up and Nico could feel Will’s gaze on him. He turned and his breath caught the second those blue eyes steadied on him. He started for him, sitting in the chair opposite him, feeling self-conscious and guilty. The hurt was so obvious in his eyes.


“Hey,” Will answered softly.

“What are you… doing here?” he asked.

Before he could answer, Leo came up to the table put a hand on both of their shoulders. “Hey guys! Do you know each other?”


“Thanks for coming, seriously. It means a lot.”

“You were great, Leo. I mean it,” Nico told him. Will nodded in agreement.

“Thanks,” he answered with a blush. “I have to get back, I have a class right after this. Thank you guys!” He raced back and followed his classmates out of the dining hall.

Nico turned to Will and raised an eyebrow. “You know Leo?”

“I showed him around his freshman year,” he answered tiredly. “I was a sophomore.” Nico nodded. “You left early.”

Nico’s cheeks flared and he cleared his throat. “I know…. I didn’t think I’d see you again.”

He heard Will scoff and suddenly he was standing and leaving the dining hall. Nico started after him, reaching him once they were outside. Just touching his hand made electricity zip through Nico’s body. “So what, you didn’t want to see me again? You didn’t even have the courtesy to say goodbye. If I’d known you just planned on ditching-”

“I did want to. I did,” he interrupted. “I just…. I’m used to not getting close to people. But all day, I haven’t…. God, I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you. Not just… at your apartment, but everything.” Will clenched his jaw and looked away. “Will,” he whispered.

“I felt pretty stupid, you know? I don’t usually… go that far that fast.” Nico watched as his cheeks slowly turned red with embarrassment. “And to wake up by myself…. You hadn’t even left a note, or your number, or… anything. It was like you didn’t exist.”

“I’m sorry,” he said again. “If I can make it up to you… I’d really like to.” He reached out and touched his fingers, slipping his own in between them. “I didn’t mean to hurt you. I thought that’s how you would’ve preferred it.” Will frowned and his eyes flickered to meet Nico’s. “Can I make it up to you?”

After looking at him for a few moments, Will’s face relaxed into that gentle expression Nico had woken up to. “Dinner. No sex. Just a normal date.”

Nico’s lips parted in surprise and he began smiling. He chuckled and ran a hand through his hair. “Okay. Yeah. That’s… it’s a deal. Dinner. Tonight.”

Will pulled out his phone and handed it over to him with a small smirk on his face. “Give me your number so I know where to pick you up. Or when you’ll pick me up. Whatever you want.” Nico took the phone and put his number in with shaking fingers. He handed it back to Will and smiled nervously at him. “I’ll see you later then.”

“Wait,” Nico said, tightening his grip on his hand. He pulled him back and into a kiss which he’d been dying to do since he saw him in the dining hall. A small sound of surprised rumbled in the back of Will’s throat and he kissed Nico back, his warm hand placed gently on the side of his neck. When Nico pulled back, he opened his eyes and saw Will’s small, dreamy smile playing on his lips. “I had to.”

“I’m glad you did,” he whispered, opening his eyes. “I’ll see you tonight.”

Nico nodded and watched him walk away. Maybe. Maybe this would be different. Maybe Will would be better. Just maybe.


Pairing: Yoongi x Reader

Genre: Angst

Summary: You and Yoongi were over, anything you’d once had was long gone. But now he’s back, standing in the doorway of your apartment and you have no idea why.

Originally posted by yoo-ngie

A/N- This is based on a music video called “I’m Young” by Taehyun from Winner. I recommend you watch it if you haven’t, but be warned it will probably leave you in tears.

You were sitting by your dressing table when it happened, the familiar sound of the doorbell rang through your small apartment making you jump. You weren’t usually this skittish but you had been sitting in such silence that any noise breaking it was enough to give you a fright.

You sighed, slightly annoyed that someone was interrupting your alone day. You liked to have days by yourself, to do nothing but reflect upon everything, you found great solace in being alone.

It was probably just one of your neighbours asking to borrow something, it shouldn’t take too long. Reluctantly you moved from your seat and dragged yourself towards the door. You didn’t exactly look your finest today, you hadn’t showered and were wearing a ratty old sweatshirt but it wasn’t like you had anyone to impress.

You unbolted the door and turned the handle, putting on a slight smile so you didn’t completely terrify the person behind the door with your grumpy expression.

But as soon as you saw who it was, your smile fell. You held your breath, almost feeling tempted to reach out to see if this was really, that he really was standing right in front of you.

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My favorite six seconds of all seven seasons of Parks and Recreation

Broken Nose

Request: hey!!! I love your work omg do you think you could do one where you’re out to lunch with Shawn’s whole family (Karen, Aaliyah, and Manny) and you get a call from Shawn who tells you that he was coming home to surprise you guys, but he did something stupid at the airport when he got home and now he’s in the hospital?? thank you!

a/n: i have been waiting to write this one when i saw it pop in my inbox omg this sounds like something Shawn would actually do omg

Your name: submit What is this?

It started off as a regular Saturday, you were sitting on the couch in your living room as your mom mindlessly walked around the house talking on her phone.  You were scrolling on twitter off your computer, laughing a new meme that showed up, but was interrupted when you felt your phone vibrate.

You picked up your phone and saw a picture of you and Aaliyah pop up signaling an incoming call from your boyfriend’s sister.  It wasn’t unusual for her to call you, so you thought nothing of it.  You didn’t go to university too far from home, you loved home too much to go far away, so sometimes you would even help Aaliyah with her homework if she called you for help.

“Did they give you homework over break?”

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the-biggest-fanboy  asked:


Don’t worry about it, when I saw these I laughed for five minutes and my friend almost had to give me the hemlock cause I choked on my sprite like a moron.


Request: Can I have a Hoseok imagine where he finds you dancing alone and he is amazed, with lots of fluff and and cuteness :)

Words: 1.4k

Ahhh, this was a super cute request, it practically wrote itself xD

Originally posted by btsleepy

It really wasn’t the kind of thing you usually did.

You were definitely more the sort of person to laze around, only moving when it was completely necessary. Hoseok was the dancer out of the two of you obviously, he would dance with a carefree glee, hips moving fluidly with the beat of whatever song was playing. All the while you would sit and watch him happily, drinking in the way his body moved with such perfection, you never really thought to join in and dance yourself.

Yet, here you were, alone in your kitchen with the radio turned up to full blast carelessly moving to the quick beat. You were aware that if anyone were to walk in right now, you would look completely crazy. You lack any sort of rhythm, your legs move randomly and you throw your arms around haphazardly, almost knocking over various ornaments several times.

But once you started, you couldn’t stop.

You were no dancer by any means, especially not compared to your boyfriend, but perhaps you were starting to see why he loved dancing so much. There was something so liberating about moving like this, putting your everything into each tiny movement.

The food in the pans slowly boiled away, long forgotten as you became lost in the heavy drum beat. The music echoes throughout the whole room and you were sure your neighbours would complain about the noise tomorrow, but you can’t bring yourself to care. You just keep moving and moving.

You aren’t sure how many songs you’ve gone through or how many minutes have passed by the time you finally stop. Your hair sticks to your sweaty forehead and you can feel the extreme warmth of your skin as you quickly breathe in and out in a struggle to catch your breath.

After turning the radio down you turn your attention back to the food, giving it a quick stir and breathing a sigh of relief when you see none of it had burnt during your impromptu dancing session.

You look at the clock. Hoseok should be home by no, he’d promised 6:30. Just as you sadly return to stirring the food you hear a quiet little coughing noise coming from the doorway of the kitchen. Upon quickly jolting around you find Hoseok standing there, a smile that could outshine the sun itself gracing his face. Every single time you see that smile, your heart melts like butter. It doesn’t matter how long you’ve been together or how used you are to his company, that smile never fails to get to you, it’s possibly your favourite thing in the world.

“Having fun?” he asks, a laugh escaping from his beautiful mouth, you always take your time to remember every single one of his laughs, everything from the pitch of his voice to the way it seems to brighten up the whole room.

“What are you talking about, I was just cooking” you insist bashfully, pretending to suddenly be very interested in the food in front of you. You fixate your vision on it, pretending not to notice as he moves closer to you.

“I’ve been here for like five minutes Y/N, I saw you dancing” he says, moving so that he’s standing behind you.

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Even If You Are Trouble

Quicksilver (Post X-Men Apocalypse) x Reader

Word Count: 1438
Plot: Super fluffy fluff feat. Kurt being Kurt, an apple, and a cute silver-haired hero we all know and love.
A/N: If you like this, please subscribe! I’ll happily take requests or prompts, especially if it’s Quicksilver stuff, and if you’re keen on this, I’m definitely keen to write more fluffy Quicksilver fic.

Originally posted by bat-britishdemon13

The rain had finally slowed, allowing the sun to warm the spring glass around the mansion. Students flocked outside to study in the midday light; wanting to make the most of the day while it lasted.

Peter flipped on his walkman, ruffling his silver hair to remove the spatters of rain that had fallen into it. Leaning against the tree, he took a bite out of his apple, sitting back and letting the music wash over him. It’d been a long few months; his leg had mostly healed, and he had finally gotten his cast removed so he could return to his usual mischief - he’d spent the best part of the morning speeding through the school haphazardly, drawing unsightly pictures on the blackboards and, unfortunately for Scott, taking him on a wild goose chase to find his shirts around the school. Payback for Scott and Kurt deciding to teleport off with his walkman last week - it never tasted sweeter.

Kurt jogged up to him, books clutched to his chest. Kurt’s mouth was moving, but Peter couldn’t hear any words - he’d become so lost in the music, he’d completely forgotten he had his headphones on.
“…I told her she was being a little dramatic. Your thoughts, Peter?”
“Bro” Peter began “For the last time. Head. Phones.” he pointed unceremoniously at the headphones now dangling from his neck “I’m in my zone. Getting my grove on. Relaxing.” he hissed the x for emphasis.
Kurt threw his books onto the grass and sat facing him “sorry Peter. I often forget you have those on your head. Could it be the hair?”
Peter narrowed his eyes at the attempt at humour “you need to stop spending so much time with Scott. He’s rubbing off on you - and I thought it was Jean he was supposed to be rubbing off on”
Kurt looked abhorrently at him “Peter, are you sure you are not the bad influence?”
Peter blew air from his bottom lip “I give up, you got me.”
Kurt picked up his biology textbook, skipping through the pages as he did so “I asked for your opinion earlier. Now that we have verbally sparred, can I ask you-”
“Morning!” (y/n) appeared from behind the tree, scarring Peter almost half to death. “What’s up?”
Kurt smiled politely. “Peter and I were just discussing our most recent assignment. Or at least, I was discussing it to him.”
Peter shuffled awkwardly, his heart stuttering slightly. “Sup. I hear X gave you a permanent jacket.”
(y/n) grinned. “Turns out I’m useful for something after all. Who knew? I guess now I get to punch Gods with the rest of you.” Taking a seat next to Kurt, she pulled her hair back from her shoulders and set down her backpack. “Although I have no idea when I’ll catch up on my readings if we’re too busy saving the world.”
Peter shrugged, his silver jacket suddenly feeling heavy and warm on his shoulders “You’ve got a permanent get out of jail free card now. If you run up and give X a kiss on the cheek, he’ll give you a free pass on the homework.” Peter leaned in, his breath cooling her cheek “that’s what I’ve been doing, anyway.”
(y/n) laughed. “How’s that been working out for you?”
Peter took off his jacket in a flash, readjusting his black shirt. “Not so good. I think he likes brunettes. We should get Scott to woo him and see how we go.”

(y/n) leaned into her bag, pulling out her notebook and stretching her arms above her head. Peter felt the warmth flood to his face. The spring air was getting to his head, no doubt.
Kurt was awkwardly shuffling. “I should go - I have…Jean said…she needed someone to help her with her biology homework, and I am…yes, I am going to go and find Jean. To help her.”
Peter saw his chance and took it.
“Helping Jean with her biology homework?” he whistled “Kurt, is there something you want to tell us, bro?” Peter could see what was happening here; Kurt was looking for an exit to leave Peter alone with her.
Peter had no idea how Kurt knew. He thought he’d been careful. He’d been avoiding Jean for weeks so that she couldn’t stumble into his mind and see what was going on in there.
For someone so fast; there was a lot he couldn’t run away from.
Kurt didn’t respond, and Peter gave him a desperate look. Don’t leave me here alone with her.

Kurt apologetically shrugged. Sorry.

“You’re leaving, Kurt?” (y/n) asked casually “but I haven’t even shown you my doodle collection I told you about yet.”
Kurt smiled “I’ll be free later this afternoon; maybe I’ll drop by after class and take a look.” He bowed at them both in a way that made Peter habitually roll his eyes. “Later, dude.”
Once Kurt had left, the air suddenly felt different. Peter heard his heartbeat in his ears, and suddenly, the apple core he was holding became the most important apple core he’d ever held. He twirled it in his fingertips, swallowing hard.
“Does the apple have some sort of secret information that needs extracting?” (y/n) asked, her hand scrawling at the inside of her journal, keeping her eyes lowered on her project as she spoke.
Peter looked over at her, his eyes drifting to her lips unintentionally. He shifted, using his palms to support himself as he leaned back. The sun was drifting through the leaves of the trees; his hair was glowingly white in the dappled light. He always hated that.
“Apples are all treacherous. I need to see to it I protect you all from their whisperings” Peter twiddled his fingers in the air, emphasising the evil nature of the fruit. “Eeeeevil.”
(y/n) laughed, and the sound suddenly shot like lightning beneath his skin. “Of course, Peter. The fruit is going to start an uprising against us.”
Peter grinned. “Fruitpocalypse.”
(y/n) furrowed her brow, scribbling at her notebook furiously. Peter was curious, and in a daring move, rushed over to her side.
“Sketching my godlike figure? If you’d told me, I would have taken my shirt off and struck a pose for you.” Peter crossed his legs, and as he sat beside her, he noticed her shoulder bumped against his. Butterflies felt as though they were fluttering beneath his skin, and as he leant in to see her work, he noticed her hair smelled of strawberry shampoo and long walks in the woods. He savoured the thought for a second, before snapping back to reality. If he convinced himself he wasn’t thinking of her; was he really thinking of her at all?

(y/n) turned her journal towards him, and on the page was scrawled a variety of drawings; all of them of leaves and trees. “I’m not what you’d call an artist” she said, flicking her pencil in the air with an exaggerated flourish “but I feel like with practice I could become the Picasso of our generation.” she said in an overdone, mockedly-posh accent.
Peter chuckled “You are the best artist I’ve seen in the past five minutes, bar none”.
(y/n) gave him a mocking shove, and her eyes lingered on his, making his whole body shiver with anticipation. He saw the blush flood to her cheeks, and he realised that the silence had lasted several seconds too long. He was almost about to break it with some light humour, when she interjected.
“You do make me laugh, Peter” (y/n) said, quietly. “Even if you are trouble.”
Peter felt his centre of gravity shift; he felt as though stars were moving in front of his eyes. “Moi?” he jokingly whispered in her ear “Trouble?” he placed his hand on his chest in mock offense “I have never been so insulted.”
He knew what he wanted to do. He knew what he needed to do. But every time he looked at her; he felt as though his blood was burning through his chest. He couldn’t think straight.
“I…” Peter sighed, running a hand through his hair “I need to go. But I have to give you something first.”
“Oh?” (y/n) smiled, clicking the top of her pen and attempting to act nonchalant.
Peter leaned in, and in a split second, gave her the lightest kiss on the cheek. His whole body burned with the motion, with desire and embarrassment and pain, and then grabbing his jacket, he was gone in the blink of an eye.

Peter, you moron.

A/N: Want to read more? Part 2 can be found here.

First Date - A Trio’s Era Preference


Harry took you to Hogsmeade, it was a standard clichéd first date but it was so much fun. He refused to let you pay for anything and pulled your chair out for you when you went to the Three Broomsticks for drinks. While you loved being an independent woman, it felt nice to have someone be so gentlemanly with you. Throughout the date he asked you if you were all right and if you were cold before offering you his jacket and you thought he was absolutely adorable.


Ron decided that the perfect first date would be pigging out at Honeydukes and he was right! You both had so much fun trying the different sweets, even the disgusting ones. You had bought a massive box of Bertie Botts and chose different beans for each other to eat.


Neville planned the date for days before he too you out on it. It was a picnic at midnight on the Astronomy tower. He had a telescope set up so you could look at the stars and a blanket laid on the ground so you could look up at the beautiful nights sky. As you laid on the soft blanket Neville slowly slid his hand in yours before pulling it to his lips and placing a soft chaste kiss on it - it was the best date you had ever been on!


You and Draco went on a broomstick ride in the middle of the night. You swooped above the school and the Quidditch field where he had left food that he had gotten from the kitchens. You both ate the delicious sandwiches that the House Elves had prepared and then took a walk on the Hogwarts grounds, hiding behind trees when a Professor or prefect walked past. 


Fred took you to Madam Puddifoot’s assuming that that was the sort of thing you liked. You didn’t. You saw the way his face scrunched up to form a look of disgust the second you walked into the flowery tea shop “Can we please go to the Three Broomsticks? I think I may throw up” You had said and Fred sighed with relief “Thank Merlin, let’s go” And five minutes late you were sipping Butterbeer and laughing at the jokes that Fred told you.


Your first date with George was actually a double date with Fred and Angelina. George was so nervous he was shaking. He had liked you for such a long time and didn’t want to mess anything up and he assumed that if his brother was there then the conversation would run smoothly and there would be no awkwardness and thankfully, there wasn’t and at the end of the date George received a kiss on the cheek which caused his cheeks to redden like a London bus.


Cedric took you on a date at a small diner like restaurant at Ottery St. Catchpole. You ate the Muggle food that you were used to and had great conversation. You learned a lot about Cedric’s background and his family and he learned a lot about the Muggle world. There was never a moment of awkwardness and the conversation never stopped. It was the first of many dates.


Dean took you around London for your first date. You guys went to all the tourist attractions, Big Ben, the London Eye, Buckingham Palace, the Natural History Museum and London Dungeons. You both had so much fun and had taken so many pictures on some disposable cameras that Dean had brought with him. You then went and got the pictures printed and years later the two of you would sit together reviewing the pictures and reminiscing.


He took you to Hogsmeade and spent the whole time in the Three Broomsticks just getting to know each other. It was simple yet sweet and you absolutely loved it. You got to learn a lot about him and he got to learn about you and at the end of the date he asked you out again an you readily and gladly accepted.


He had gotten the location of the kitchens off of Fred and George and had asked the House Elves, very nicely, if they could make a special dinner for the two of you. He then brought the food with the two of you and took you out onto the Quidditch pitch so you could stare at the stars as you ate, talked and got to know each other.

Out of the Crowd

Summary: Stuck in a crowd at vidcon, Dan has a panic attack and Phil has to get him out of there. Comforting and hugs take place in a private youtuber lounge before they are due on a panel. Fluff.

Phan status: can be taken as either platonic or in a relationship

Warnings: anxiety attack, crowds

Word count: 3.1k

A/N: This is just a load of fluff with not a lot of plot. I really needed to write something and had no inspiration for any of my other fics, so this kinda just flew out my fingertips without any planning. Also, the symptoms of anxiety vary for different people so the ones I’ve used in this are just what I’m familiar with. Also the method of counting which they use (breathe in for four seconds, hold breath for seven and out for eight) I find works really well.

Phil’s POV:

“Stand back,” I yelled into the crowd around us, “Please. Give us some space.”

Dan was hunched in on himself, hands over his eyes, crying. Crowds made his anxiety particularly bad and we’d just been mobbed by a bunch of fans. We loved them, but being surrounded and crowded by that many people would be too much for anyone. They moved back a little, giving me space to move a little, but not enough space to move and I really needed to get Dan out of here.

It was far too loud for me to hear how he was breathing, but I could see from his rapid chest movements that the answer was not well. I needed to get him out of here, to speak to him, to tell him everything was okay.

“Guys, you need to move,” I yelled a bit louder and I saw Dan flinching at my words, “He’s having an anxiety attack. STAND BACK.”

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ruinsrebuilt  asked:

how bout choosing between: Toye and Luz o.O

when i first saw this ask come through i laughed to myself about how easy it was to answer and then the laughter gradually dissolved into fear and confusion and ive been sat here for five long minutes fighting with myself about this but… honestly?? im probably gonna have to say Toye

i really really love luz. he’s the luz of my life. one of my top sons, in fact. but i just feel like, idk, its the same reason i had to choose gene over him last time i answered something like this too- i crave that stability fam. it’s not that i don’t think luz is capable of it, i just feel like you’d get more of it with joe. also joe in general is just lovely and i relate to him & his saltiness on an intense level, and to quote george luz circa scar tissue; he “could probably bench press me” and that’s neat


Imagine #122 I want you back (pt. 2)

There will be a few parts of this imagine, hope you will like it. It was requested long ago. Please understand that I have exams now so I won’t be able to update every day. (Part 1)

I woke up, feeling really bad, my head was hurting and I felt sick. I drank too much last night; I didn’t drink that much for about three months so I totally forgot my own limits.

I looked at the phone and it was late already, almost 12pm, so I slowly got out of bed and took a shower. I knew my friends were still probably sleeping, since they were at the party for the entire night having a blast.

While I was under the hot water I remembered about Neymar and the argument we had. He actually believes I am pregnant with another man. He should know more than anyone else, how media lies about other people’s lives.

However, from that talk with him I realized two things. Firstly, I need to move on and start living again and secondly… that will be hard, because I still love him.

“Hey, how are you?” My friend answered my phone call.

“Oh, well. I felt better, you? How was the party?”

“Oh God (y/n) last night was just… You should have stayed, it was amazing.” If there is something I hate, is when people say how fun it was and that I should have stayed, when they exactly know I could not.

“You know I couldn’t. What happened?”

“We were dancing and then some guys walked to us and they bought us some drinks, and took us to their hotel and it was just amazing…”

“And, you got yourself a phone number?”

“I did! He already texted me, I can’t believe this to be honest. I thought he is a typical fuckboy, well we actually have to wait, you never know these days… So… Neymar, huh?”

“Yes… however we are done, I am done.” I said as if I was trying to convince myself about that and not her.

“You said that many times before (y/n)… Why this time, what did he say?”

“Yes, but this time is different. He believes I am pregnant, and got mad that I moved on so quickly.”

“He was the one who fucked his ex while still dating you? However, this sounds a little bit jealous to me.”

“He is not jealous, just mad at the thought that he is not on my mind anymore.”

After talking for about an hour about all the details and opinions, I ordered myself pizza, because what else can be better for a hangover as bad as this one.

I turned on the TV and laid on my sofa, watching Hart of Dixie, the only interesting thing on TV. I used to love this series, I always made Neymar watch it with me, but he hated it, for no particular reason.

Suddenly I received a text from a number I never seen,

“I need to talk to you, please meet me at 4pm in the bar behind your house, where we used to go. It’s important, Gil.”

Well that was something I did not expect at all. Gil and I, well we had an amazing friendship, he helped me get Neymar and I helped him with girls, he knew everything about me, but once Neymar did what he did, I lost contact of him. I was the one who decided to ignore all of Neymar’s friends, just to make the break up easier for me.

As much as I hated getting back in to Neymar’s life, saying no to Gil would be like saying no to a brother, so I accepted his invite.

“Well this is just an amazing start in to your new life (y/n), isn’t it?” I said sarcastically to myself, knowing I already failed.  

Since it was, already 3pm I only had one hour to get myself ready, not that I need to be perfect for Gil, but I had to cover up my “amazing” last night somehow.

When I walked inside the bar, I sit to the table where Neymar, I, Gil, Jo and their friends used to go. Spending nights in this bar was always the best part of the day, so many laughs and tears of happiness. We had an agreement; we had to meet at least once a week while Neymar was in Brazil. Once he left things changed, but when he came only for a few days, we knew where to go.

Gil was five minutes late, but he came.

“Hey,” he said as I stood up and we hugged, because we did miss each other.

“I missed you so much you monkey,” Gil said, still not knowing why he always called me like that, but I found it cute. He did said one time that the first time he saw me I jumped off a tree, but that is another story.

“I missed you to Gil, I reckon Jo told you I was at the party?” I said as we both sit.

“Well, he did, but… Neymar noticed you before he did.”

“I see, well I didn’t expect him to be there.”

“I know. He did not expect you there either.”

“Did I ruin his plan on getting some girls?” I said annoyed.

“Oh c’mon (y/n)…”

“What? Stop finding excuse for what he did to me. He went with Bruna, he cheated on me with his fucking ex!” I said getting upset at the thought of it.

“Calm down, I know what he did and I know he made the worst decision ever, but so does he. Neymar regrets that night and that kiss more than anything, you have to believe me.”

“Gil, I get it, he is your best friend, of course you can get over what he did, but I can’t.”

“He took Bruna out of his life since that day.” Neymar never stopped talking with Bruna, even after their break up, but since we were “in love”, I let him and was not jealous. Well, what a mistake.

“Well too late.” I said, but hearing that did affect me.

“(y/n), he still loves you. There was not a day since you left him that he didn’t ask me about you, that he didn’t try to call you…”

“Why didn’t he then?” I asked curiously.

“He knew how much he hurt you and he knew you were too good for him. Neymar kept saying that getting out of your life would be the best for you.”

“Why are you saying this to me now? It’s been eleven months since we last talked.” I said feeling all this emotions making me confused, I didn’t know what to feel anymore.

“Once he heard about your… well, you know. That you are expecting a baby…”

“What is it with all of you? I am not pregnant.”  I said annoyed once again talking about this.

“Oh, well… We thought, since everyone was confirming it…”

“Just… Go on.”

“Well he changed. He is not being himself, he wants to stay in bad all day, he is not focused during games and he only goes out when he has practice.”

“And what am I supposed to do, that is how I felt for four months Gil.”

“He loves you (y/n), and we both know you love him too.”

“Gil, listen. I can’t let myself get hurt one more time, I need to move on, I have to let this story go. Neymar will always be special to me and I still care about him, but I have to try my best for the first time in my life to put myself before others. Tell Neymar I am not pregnant, tell him I was single and I still am, but I also need more in my life.”

“I understand.” Gil said, but I could see he was hoping for a better ending of this talk, “Please keep in touch with me monkey, okay?”

“I will, bye Gil.” I smiled and left the bar to go back home, proud of myself and happy to hear that Neymar did not forget about me.

“Please… fight for us.”

He Takes Care of You- A Sammy Wilk Imagine (Requested)

I laid in bed, my cheeks swollen as a chipmunks who was storing nuts for the winter and high off painkillers. I never thought recovery from wisdom teeth removal could be so excruciatingly painful.

The last dose of Vicodin kicked in as I began to doze off for what felt like the twentieth time today. When I woke up what seemed like five minutes later I woke up to the gorgeous face of my boyfriend Sammy.

“Hey baby!” I tried to say through my gauze filled mouth, but all that came out was mumbles causing Sammy to burst out laughing. I gave him a look, only causing him to laugh more.

“You look like an angry chipmunk, but an adorable one to an extent.” Sammy said adding the adorable part when he saw the dirty look I attempted to give him.

“Well anyways, I’m here to take care of my favorite person and make your recovery less boring.” he continued as he got under the covers with me.

I tried to smile at his gestures, normally I would never want any boyfriend of mine to see me in this state, but Sammy was the exception.

“Thanks Sammy.” I mumbled trying to get comfortable. Sammy took notice to my issues and put another pillow behind me, making sure I was even more elevated.

“Do you need anything? More painkillers, water? Can you eat, like soup?” he asked concerned.

I decided to not waste my breath and shook my head no.

“What about the gauze pads, do those need to be changed?” he asked.

Immediately I shook my head furiously. There was absolutely no way I’d ever let Sammy touch my bloody gauze ever. That was asking too much of him. Sammy laughed at my reaction.

“You don’t have to be embarrassed. If I didn’t love and care about you, obviously I wouldn’t be here. I want to do what I can to help you out. Plus I couldn’t miss an opportunity to see you looking like a little chipmunk.” Sammy said as he rubbed my arm.

“Thanks.” I muttered as I was overcome by tiredness, the drugs were overpowering my body. I fell into a quick sleep with Sammy by my side. When I woke up, I reached for him, but he wasn’t there. I sighed figuring he probably got bored and left.

I slowly got myself out of bed to go to the bathroom and change this bloody gauze. My parents had to work all day, so I was left to take care of myself. As I headed into the hallway, I heard footsteps rush up behind me.

“Y/N, wait I got you!” Sammy said rushing to put his arm around me to steady my balance. Sammy made sure I got in the bathroom and stood outside in the hallway waiting for me. He truly was so sweet and he didn’t have a mean bone in his body. When I was done, I washed my hands and prepared to change the gauze. Whimpering, as I began to see the sight of blood.

Sammy opened the door. “I knew you’d be doing this, please let me help you out. You’re already freaking out because of the blood, I can hear you.” He said with a chuckle. I nodded as he guided me to sit on the closed toilet. He was prepared, he got his gloves and new gauze pads ready to go.

“Open wide!” he teased. I smacked his arm, his jokes were so bad, but he was just so cute. After helping me out with the gauze, Sammy led me back to my bedroom and tucked me into my bed. When Sammy got in my bed too, I curled myself up next to him, wishing my face wasn’t so swollen so I could give the best caretaker a nice, long kiss.

Charmer Part II - Sebastian Stan x Reader


Sebastian Stan x Reader where Seb has a celeb crush (hint: it’s you) and rants about it in an interview, and then on the Tonight Show you pop up and surprise him, and later you end up meeting again on the red carpet.

Note: back by popular demand! (actually only like 4 ppl but still) honestly I live for this man. ps I know almost nothing abt his personal life so don’t take anything written as gospel okay? cool. -Aly

Warning: language, some v nice making out, sex is implied(legit it says, ‘sex happened’… not smut…soz)

Originally posted by my-avengers-imagines

With a bowl of cereal in hand, you plop yourself down on your couch and unlock your phone. You scroll through the pictures and interviews from last night, feeling confident and sexy in your dress. It’s black with an open back and plunging v neckline that accented and flaunted your curves amazingly. Your hair was done perfectly, and your metallic smokey eye and deep red matte lipstick are flawless. Not to mention the fact that every angle was your good angle.

You scroll some more, pausing when you see a picture of Sebastian Stan. Sweet jesus, he’s wearing a black suit with a deep red dress shirt and has a damned smirk on his face and…jesus.

You have to pause and take a break to fan yourself.

You continue on reluctantly, passing videos of interviews carelessly. You watch a couple of them, usually they’re basic and just have information about the actor’s or actress’ newest movie. When you reach one with Sebastian, you watch it…because honestly, your just here for the asshole named SebStan.

The video shows Sebastian standing there, and the interviewer asks, “When did you last see (you full name)?” Sebastian laughs slightly and sighs, dropping his head.

“Depends. I saw a picture of her like five minutes ago, but I saw her in person on the Tonight Show last.” He laughs and the reporter can be heard chuckling. “But we have texted a bit.”

“Great! Thank you for your time, Sebastian!” The reporter waves as Sebastian backs away and the video ends.

You grin and open the message app.

Me👸: You been spying on me, Mr. Stan? ;)

You set your phone down to go get more cereal and a glass of juice. Your phone pings.

Sebby💙: What makes you say that?
Me👸: I saw the little interview you did on the red carpet.
Sebby💙: …which one?
Me👸: You said you saw pictures of me five minutes before 😏
Sebby💙: …oh. ha…
Me👸: I think it’s cute…
Me👸: wanna get pizza?
Sebby💙: oh thank god I thought I creeped you out.
Sebby💙: uh duh… I love pizza
Me👸: fucktastic. meet me at Paparino’s?
Sebby💙: my favorite!

You set your phone down, place your dishes in the sink, and get dressed in a black tshirt and jeans. You put on some simple eyeliner and pick some blue matte lipstick before grabbing your keys and jacket and shoes.

Seeing as how Paparino’s is only a block away, you decide to walk there, enjoying the sun on your face. The sidewalks are fairly empty, most people at work or school.

You get to the diner and shoot Sebastian a quick text saying that you’re here, before sitting at a booth and ordering a milkshake.

You’re scrolling through Twitter when the door pings and Sebastian sits across from you. “Hey! Sorry, Chris called and asked if I could drop off a jacket he left at my place and then my mom called and gave me a lecture on asking women out… actually… asking you out.” He blushes and you grin.

“Well, Sebastian, lets speed the process up… Welcome to our first date!” You wink, giving an exaggerated arm wave over the pizza place.

He chuckles, shaking his head, “My ma would kill me if she found out you asked me out.”

“Well, I did. I wear the damn pants, now,” you tease, lowering your voice to a masculine pitch.

The waiter comes over and the two of you order a meat lover’s special. As you wait, the two of you gossip like Jewish mothers from New Jersey.

The pizza comes, and the flow of conversation is barely impaired as you two laugh at the other’s face, having a competition to see who can make the most sexual face with pizza hanging from their mouth. You’re snapping pictures of Sebastian, planning to tweet them and gift the fangirls (and boys) with them later.

The two of you eat the entire large size pizza, sitting back in your booths and patting your stomachs. Of course, it turns into an argument as to who’s foodbaby is the best, and eventually Sebastian is sliding into your side of the booth as the two of you rub each other’s bellies.

Yes, his abs are as real as can be, and even with slight bloating, he’s more muscled than you. Good lord, this man cannot be real.

Eventually he’s leaning over, pressing his lips to your tummy and talking to the foodbaby, complaining about how you’re so mean to him, which earns him a soft whack on the back of his head. What he can’t see, though, is your gentle smile as you imagine having an actual child with Sebastian.

Deciding that he’s tortured your mommy instincts enough, you pull him up and out of the booth, slapping your money into the table and leaving. The two of you walk down the sidewalk towards Central Park, laughing and flirting and teasing each other.

The two of you are sitting at a park bench silently, just enjoying each other’s presence and people watching. You glance up at Sebastian, admiring his chiseled jaw and gorgeous eyes and flawless hair. “Psst,” you whisper. Sebastian’s face turns toward you.

“What?” He whispers back.

“You’re pretty fucking cool,” you mumble, pressing your lips to the corner of his mouth. When you pull away you’re both still for a moment, then his lips are against yours. It’s kind of messy, with tongues and some teeth, but it’s amazing to you. I mean, who wouldn’t enjoy Sebastian Stan sucking on their lower lip?

Oxygen separates the two of you, and it’s a mutual agreement to continue at your apartment-it’s closest. The whole time you walk back, Sebastian’s thumb is rubbing your knuckles, and the two of you share brief glances. The only reason you’re alive is because you know tonight will end with cuddles. Whether you have sex before-or after-or not is still undecided. It’s probably a yes.

Hell yeah, get it.

You unlock you door after the two of you arrive, and enter. The door shuts behind you as Sebastian pulls you in for another kiss. This one is slower, much more loving, as he gently tugs on your lip, swiping his tongue into your mouth.

The two of you slowly travel through your small apartment, ending up on your bed eventually. Sebastian pulls back to make sure you’re okay with everything, and when you say yes, you’re both right back at it.

Sex definitely happened.

In His Arms (Cameron Dallas) Part 3

Please Read: Okay, so everybody that responded to my earlier post said they wanted me to go ahead and put the next part up tonight, so here it is! Seriously, I cannot believe the fact that so many of you guys are into the story. My face literally lights up when I see get a notification on my phone about it. Anyway, if anyone has a suggestion, criticism, or you just want to say you like it, please message me! I love getting DMs from you guys!

Part 1: http://hot-for-professor.tumblr.com/post/78308833561/in-his-arms

Part 2: http://hot-for-professor.tumblr.com/post/79816776540/in-his-arms-cameron-dallas-part-2

I watched the guys as they made their way to Matt and Carter’s room, I wasn’t sure if I should be alone with Cameron after getting so cross-faded. Just because it was extremely likely that I would say something stupid in front of him. Despite that fact, I smiled as he caught me staring at him from the door.

“Didn’t feel like playing X-Box with the rest of them?” I asked as I sat down next to him on the bed, pulling the covers over my lap.

“Not when Jaws is on, fuck that.” He said looking at me incredulously as he wrapped his arm around my waist and pulled me closer to him on the bed.

“And that is why you are my favorite. Seriously, I’ve never met another person that knew what the trivia section on IMDB was.” I laughed, turning my head toward the screen. I was hoping that he wouldn’t pay attention to the redness forming in my cheeks as he played with the same string that Jack G had been messing with earlier. Seriously, what was it with these guys and their obsession with my shorts?

The part where Matt Hooper is swimming by the wreckage of a boat and the owner’s head rolls out was coming up and I leaned closer to Cameron my head on his chest.

“Ughh, I hate this part… Wait for it… Wait for it…” I squealed and covered my ears as the head rolled out and there was a god-awful scream.

“What the hell? I’ve watched the Saw movies, The Purge, and Sinister with you and you don’t even blink, but when I head rolls out of a boat you freak out. I don’t get it.”

“It’s not the head, it’s the scream! That’s the thing about old scary movies, they didn’t have all the special effects that they do now so they had to use the cinematography and music to scare people. That scream has scared me since I first watched this movie when I was five years old and I don’t think I’ll ever be able to watch it without cringing.”

“You saw Jaws when you were five?” Cam asked looking at me like I was crazy.

“I’m the youngest out of all my cousins and I convinced them to let me watch it during our family reunion.” I shrugged.

As I sat beside him for a minute watching the movie, I realized how messed up I was. I had sobered up pretty well when Shawn needed me to take care of him in the bathroom, but that soberness started to deteriorate when I sat down next to Cameron. Oh fuck.

“What?” Cameron asked laughing.

“What, what?” I replied confused

“You just said, ‘Oh fuck.’”

I laughed as a blush came to my cheeks and hid my face in his shirt. “I didn’t know I said that out loud. After sitting here for a minute, I realized how fucked up I am. It went away when I was helping Shawn, and then it just hit me.”

“D’aww, I know that feeling. It’s a good thing I stopped drinking after Never Have I Ever or we would both be on that level.” He teased, his fingers grazing the skin on my waist where my shirt had risen. I shivered as I looked back up at the TV screen.

“Ugh, don’t do that.” I said, reaching for his hand.

“Do what?” He asked keeping his hand planted firmly on my waist.

“I’m ticklish, stop it.” I grabbed his hand and attempted to pull it away but he wouldn’t budge.

“You shouldn’t have told me that.” Cam said in a sing-song voice as he quickly maneuvered himself so I was pinned to the bed, his knees on either side of my waist and his fingers attacking my sides.

“No! Don’t!” I half laughed half squealed as my shirt rose up even higher. “Please, this isn’t fair!”

“How so?” Cameron asked, pinning my arms to my sides as he leaned closer to my face.

I couldn’t help but glance from his eyes to his full lips and back again. Cameron leaned a little closer and it took all my will power to make myself clear my throat.

“W-well because, I’m drunk a-and high. And you’re crippled so it’s not like I could fight back anyway.” I was stumbling over my words bad and the redness in my cheeks only increased.

Cameron didn’t move as he said, “Well I suppose that’s true, but who said anything involving me was fair?”

I laughed from underneath him and turned my head so I would stop staring at his gorgeous face, the position we were in definitely wasn’t helping.

“So what did you and Jack need to talk about outside?” I asked trying to change the subject, as I could feel my face burning and my head clouding over from being cross-faded.

Cameron let go of my hands and sat up so his knees still had me pinned to the bed, “It wasn’t a big deal really, I just saw you were uncomfortable when he was touching you and I told him to lay off. I didn’t tell him why or anything, he didn’t ask questions.” He ran his fingers through his hair as I sat up and leaned against the headboard.

“Yeah, I know he didn’t mean anything by it. He’s like you in that aspect. Both of you are extremely affectionate, so I know when either one of you touch or kiss me, it doesn’t mean anything.” I shrugged my shoulders as Cam moved to sit beside me again, not confirming or denying what I’d just said.

“So what were y’all talking about outside before Shawn demanded to hear Not Your Fault?” He asked, almost like he was trying to change the subject.

“We had a big ‘Firsts’ conversation. Y’know, first time drinking, first time smoking weed, that kind of thing.”

“Oooh, sounds fun. I wanna play!” Cameron said turning his body to face mine.

“God, why do I put myself in these situations. I should know better than to drink with you guys now, y’all always want me to share the most awkward things.” I sighed as I moved to face him, our knees touching, “Go ahead, ask your question. I’ll answer and then you have to tell me yours before I ask.”

“Alright, first kiss?”

I groaned and put my head in my hands, I always felt so embarrassed when someone asked me this question. It made me feel so inexperienced when they told me how old they were.

“Okay, so I’m going to tell you my first kiss with a guy because that’s the one I count.” He nodded for me to continue. “Okay so his name was Dave, he was my first and only boyfriend and he was not very good despite having been with a lot of girls. God this is so embarrassing. We were sitting on my bed in the dorm watching Game of Thrones… I had just turned 19 the week before.” My face was scarlet as I looked down at my lap and bit my lip.

“You were 19 the first time you were kissed by a guy.” Cameron half asked, half stated. I nodded. “How does that even happen? You’ve got this perverted sense of humor, so I know it’s not because you were a prude.”

I shrugged, “No, obviously I’m not a prude. I was bigger until I was a junior in high school, and I’m not all that great now. All the guys I went to high school with just didn’t see me that way, and the ones that did try were just looking for a side chick and you know that’s not me. I just wanted the first time I kissed a guy to be with someone that cared about me and that took until I was 19.”

“I’ve seen pictures of you when you were in high school, and you were just as gorgeous then as you are now, so I still don’t get it.”

I shook my head and looked down, ready to change the subject.

“Actually, I think I do get it.” I looked up at him confused. “The reaction you just had when I told you that you’re gorgeous, you just shook it off like you don’t believe it… and now I’m starting to worry that you really don’t.”

“What does that have to do with anything?” I asked quietly, not looking up from my lap.

“When you don’t have confidence enough in yourself to accept a complement like that, it almost makes the other person question what they said.”

I laughed, “I thought I was supposed to be the psych major.”

Cameron shook his head at me, “There you go again, trying to shrug it off. That’s okay, like I said earlier, it may take some time but I’m going to make you realize how much you’re worth.”

I smiled and bit my lip, finally bring my eyes from my lap to his face. “You’re supposed to answer now.”

Cameron laughed and looked up at the ceiling, “Well, I was 11 and my neighbor Tamara asked me to come over and hang out with her after school. She dared me to kiss her in the backyard and you know I can never turn down a dare. So yeah, it was the cliché middle school thing. We ‘went out’ for about a week until we tragically ‘broke up’ over something that I can’t even remember.”

I smiled as he laughed to himself, “D’aww, fetus Cam was so sweet. I wish I had known you back then.”

“Are you saying I’m not sweet now?” Cameron asked, pretending to be insulted.

“No, but back then you were sweet and adorable. Now you’re sweet and ridiculously attractive to the point that it’s distracting.” I replied, words coming out of my mouth before I could think them through.

Cameron smirked and placing his hands behind him and leaning back, “Ridiculously attractive, huh? Not just attractive, but ridiculously attractive.”

“Whatever, stop acting like you don’t hear it every day Mr. Vanity Teen.” I said, looking anywhere but his face

“Not from you.” He said, his smirk faltering.

“You get your ego stroked enough by all the fans, if I did it too your head wouldn’t be able to fit through the door.” I teased, trying to move past the fact that my drunkenness was affecting my normal filter.

“What do you think is most attractive about me?”

I rolled my eyes, ready to shoot him down until my gaze fell upon his eyes. Everyone goes on about his lips, or his smile, or his obviously fit body, but the thing I loved the most about him physically was his eyes.

“Your eyes.” I paused for a moment before speaking again, “Everyone goes on about Nash’s big blue eyes, but I’ve always had a soft spot for guys with brown eyes. Don’t get me wrong, blue eyes are nice but they make such a big deal about themselves to the point it’s the only thing you see. But brown eyes are soft, and comforting. When I look at your eyes it’s like finding home.”

I bit my lip and turned my attention to the TV as Chief Brody’s famous, “You’re gonna need a bigger boat.” line came up and a small smile came to my lips.

“That is probably the most in depth complement I have ever received.” He said quietly, his mouth forming into a sweet smile, I could tell he was thinking about something. Not sure what it was though.

I quickly tried to make light of the situation, “Well apparently you’ve never checked out your tag on Tumblr recently.”

He laughed and moved back so he was leaning back against the headboard, his eyes going from mine to the TV. The ‘First’ game forgotten to both of us, “Can’t say that I have.”

I followed suit and lay back against the pillows, not as close to him as before. I was becoming a little more aware of my actions and I didn’t want him to get the wrong idea. Our friendship had grown so much in such a short amount of time, and just because I had feelings for him didn’t mean I was ready to jeopardize everything we had by being overly affectionate.

“Well you should, the Tumblr fans crack me up, and they don’t respond to every post with ‘OMG Follow me!’.” I teased.

He shook his head, running his fingers through his hair, “Yeah, and I can’t even follow the people that have an actual response to the tweet because it’s flooded with shit like that.”

I nodded as he continued messing with his hair, “You’re tired.” I stated rather than asked.

“Is it that obvious?”

“You always play with your hair when you’re sleepy, my nephew does the same thing.”

“Nephew? I thought you were an only child…” He asked, slightly confused.

“I actually have a half-sister and a half-brother, but they’re both a lot older than me into hardcore drugs so I don’t talk to them. Miranda has two kids and I babysit them pretty often when I’m home.” I said, shrugging. I never really talked about my family drama with the guys. There was too much for them to keep up with.

He laughed, “Ha, Aunt Alyson. I bet they’re crazy about you.”

I smiled and nodded, focusing back on the movie as I felt my eyes starting to droop. I didn’t realize how tired I was until I saw Cam playing with his hair. A few minutes passed with my eyes closed and I felt Cameron move so his head was on the pillow next to mine. He remained still for a moment before reaching over me and placing his hand on the small of my back to pull me closer which I sleepily obliged not opening my eyes. The last thing I remembered was feeling Cam lazily drawing circles on my lower back and hearing the sound of Quint getting bit in half by the shark.

Cameron’s POV

The credits for Jaws were rolling as I heard Aly’s phone go off behind her. I brought my focus back to her face for any sign that she was awake. When her slow steady breathing didn’t change pace, I assumed she was knocked out, which I kind of expected, Matt told me when Alyson drank she usually stayed asleep for the rest of the night.

I removed my hand from the small of her back to grab her phone. Surprisingly, there wasn’t a lock screen. I didn’t think I knew anyone who trusted the people around them enough not to have a password on their phone. Matt had sent her a text.

Hey, we’re done finished with the X-Box. Carter was yelling and we got a complaint. U can come here if ur ready to go to sleep.

I sent a quick reply.

This is Cam. She’s knocked out so can u just send her suitcase back with Nash?

I resisted the urge to be nosy and go through her phone and set it back down behind Alyson, placing my hand on her back again. Her shirt had ridden up some so I felt her soft skin beneath my fingers.

A few minutes passed, and I felt my eyes starting to close before the door opened and in came Matt and Nash. They made their way over to Alyson’s side of the bed so they could see if I was awake.

“Hey.” I said, stopping the ministrations on her back.

Matt crossed his arms over his chest after setting down Aly’s suitcase, “So is this going to be a regular thing or?”

I spoke quietly in order to make sure Aly didn’t wake up, “Why, you missing your bed buddy already?”

Matt looked up at the ceiling, moving from side to side before saying in a sing-song voice, “Maaayybe.”

I chuckled softly, while Nash moved closer to the bed.

“So are you guys a thing now…” He paused for a moment, “Or nah?”

Matt laughed and I rolled my eyes. “I’m working on it. My mom called her earlier and asked Alyson to stay with me because of my foot while she’s out of town for a few days. Hopefully something will come of that.”

They both nodded and Matt said, “Just giving you fair warning, if something does happen and you fuck up, you’re gonna have eight guys ready to wail on you.”

“Well it’s a good thing I don’t plan on fucking up.”

Matt shrugged his shoulders, “No one ever does. Alright guys, I’m gone. I’ll see you in the morning.”



After the door had closed behind Matt, Nash spoke up while he climbed into bed. “Just so you know, I’m rootin’ for y’all man. This has been a long time coming.”

I looked at him a little confused, “What do you mean?”

Nash rolled his eyes, “Everyone could see that she likes you man, you just had Morgan blocking your view.” He reached over to the lamp and turned it off, ending the conversation.

Alyson stirred beside me, and rolled over on her other side shivering as my hand grazed over her side and settled on her tummy.

I played with her belly button ring (Didn’t know she had that…) as I thought about what Nash said. How could I have paid so much attention to Morgan that I didn’t notice Aly had feelings for me? I usually rolled my eyes when girls would say that guys were oblivious, but maybe that was the case.

I pulled Aly closer to me so her back was against my chest as I came to the conclusion that it didn’t matter anyway. Alyson was in my direct line of vision then, and there wasn’t a girl in the world that was going to get in the way of that.

Mistakes? - Calum Hood One Shot

Requested: No

Author: Julia

A/N: I feel like I haven’t posted a proper one shot in forever, so here is the second longest one shot I think I’ve ever written. not edited

Content Warning: Swearing, slight slut shaming (sorta), slight fighting (verbal and physical)

Summary: After mutually ending a long term relationship with (Y/N) due to the fact that neither of them can deal with a long-distance relationship, Calum and (Y/N) soon realize that it might have been a mistake to break up.

“So what do you say (Y/N)? Wanna go?” Dean, a friend from school asks, sitting across from me at the small cafe near my apartment. I looked down to my laptop screen for a brief second, seeing that Calum was trying to Skype. I sighed, and declined the call, just so he wouldn’t be hearing Dean continue to ask me out. “Dean, you know I love All Time low, but I really can’t. Not this weekend.” I frowned, and took a sip of my tea, avoiding eye contact with him. 

“Oh come on (Y/N) when was the last time you had front row tickets to a show?” He laughed, I laughed along with him, but for another reason. When Cal and I went to concerts we were either front row, very close, or even side stage. So Dean bragging like this is a bit funny. “It’s been a little bit, yeah. But Dean, you know what I’m going to say. Do I really have to say it?” I frown, running my index finger over my mouse pad in random patterns. Since Calum and I broke up three months ago, Dean has asked me out at least twice a week. Every week I turn him down.

“Yup.” He crossed his arms and leaned back in his seat with a smug look on his face. I hate doing this to him, Dean has been a very good friend of not only mine, but Calum’s since we were younger. The fact that the three of us are friends is one of the reasons I couldn’t say yes to his offer even if I wanted to, Calum would be bound to see us and I can only imagine how I would feel if he was dating one of our mutual friends. I love Calum still, and that’s the main reason I refuse to even indulge in a concert of my favorite band.

“Okay. Dean, Calum and I may have broken up, but my heart still belongs to him. I can’t go out with you, and I really wish you’d stop asking.” Calum and I breaking up was immensely hard for the two of us, we both knew it wasn’t working, and that it would have soon turned into a toxic relationship. Neither of us wanted to think badly of the other, so two weeks before 5 Seconds of Summer’s current tour started, we broke up. We keep in touch, and for the most part still act like a couple, but we’re not, and the pressure to be the perfect couple is lifted from our shoulders, making our friendship great. The only downside is being friends with someone you’re still in love with, is torture. 

“Okay, okay.” Dean’s hands came up in a defensive stance “I’m sorry, (Y/N), but I wont give up on this,” He waves his finger between the two of us “I know there is something here.” He beamed, only annoying me more. Dean is a good person, unless he likes someone, then he expects to get what he wants, and acts like being a cocky asshole is fine. “Yeah, sure. Go please. I have one last essay to do for Psychology, and then I’ll officially be able to graduate.” Though I do have an exit essay for the course, I already finished it, I just want him to leave so I can call Calum back. “Kay, I’ll see ya then. By babe.” He winks and walks to his car outside. Asshat. I think to myself as I reopen the Skype app and call Calum.

Cal has this amazing habit of calling me on Skype, FaceTime, or just on my phone whenever Dean is hitting on me, so I tend to decline a lot of his calls the first time around. I’m almost positive he has caught on to the fact that Dean has been hinting at me going out with him, but I don’t think he realizes how often it is that he asks. Calum and Dean used to be a lot closer, but once Calum and I started saying we loved each other Dean backed away from both of us for a while. Cal always said it was cause Dean liked me, and I never believed him until we broke up.

Cal answered seconds after I called, I smiled seeing his face. He looked happy, as he looked around his phone, and yelled something at Michael. He has one arm behind his head, and the other holding his phone out so I can see him. “(Y/N)! You finally called me back!” He yelled excitedly, causing me to wince, and quickly turn the volume down on my headphones. “Oops, sorry.” He apologizes quickly, sitting up and frowning at his screen. “Don’t worry about it, it’s my own fault really. I should know by now to mute you when we first get on.” I joke, taking a sip from my almost empty mug. A fake frown came across his face while he laid on his belly. “Jokes, Cal. It’s called a joke. How’s Sounds Live Feels Live?” 

A huge grin spread across his face, it’s lovely to see how passionate about his music he is. It’s a beautiful thing. “It’s great! We’re in Mexico right now, but I’m actually calling to talk to you about something pretty big.” He winked like a child, earning a laugh from me. “I called you Cal, remember?” I smirk at his now unimpressed face “No I called you first, and you ignored it because Dean was hitting on you.” He laughed, making me blush. It was very awkward to me that Calum knows about Dean hitting on me, but he doesn’t seem to get too upset over it, and I’m glad for that. 

“Whatever, Hood. What did you wanna talk about?” I give him a questioning glance, as he wagged his eyebrows at me. “Well, before I say too much- What’s your graduation date?” I think for a second about his question, before pulling out my phone and checking. “May 31st.” I finally answer “Why?” He jumped up and started talking a million miles an hour “Cal! Slow down! What did you say?” He finally slows down, and takes a breath before finally speaking at a normal speed “I’m just the most amazing boy- best friend ever. I managed to get the 30th, 31st, and 1st off so I can be at your graduation!” He smiled widely, clearly proud of himself. I choose not to bring up that he almost called himself my boyfriend “Are you serious right now, Cal?” I ask, fighting back happy tears. “One hundred percent, we don’t have any shows those days. Just one interview on the first that I managed to get out of.” Big fat tears fell form my eyes, and I smiled at him, realizing that this is just one of the many reasons I love him.

Cal was the one who pushed me to go to uni, he wanted me to choose a major I loved, and I did. The idea of him not being at my graduation had been very upsetting for me since we broke up, but this is amazing. “So I actually get to see you? In person. In less than two weeks.” I was all but jumping up and down on the spot right now in excitement. “Sure do!” He smiled proudly “Calum Tomas Hood, you are my favorite person ever.” I swiped away my tears, and couldn’t help but smile even more at his happy grin. “Don’t cry, babe!” He half laughed, and looked behind his phone again at someone in his room. He sighed, and looked back to his phone “I gotta go, interview time. I’ll see you in a few weeks. Message me later!” He begged, looking over his phone again “I’m coming, calm down Ash.” He laughed, I nodded and said my goodbyes to the boy who time and time again wins my heart.

“Why would you invite your ex to your graduation (Y/N). That’s- that’s so weird.” Dean complained for the hundredth time today. “Dean, you know as well as I do that Cal is a lot more than just an ex to me.” I scold, growing tired of his intolerance of Calum. I look in the mirror at the dress I had picked out for graduation, and ignored Dean’s protests from the other side. “Yes, (Y/N) I get it, you’re still in love with him, even though he left you high and dry after four years toget-” He began, I opened my door and gave him a challenging look. “I dare you to finish that sentence Dean.” I glared at him, almost not wanting him at my graduation anymore. He opened his mouth to say something, but my phone rang, cutting him off.

I stepped back into my bedroom, and saw the call was from Calum. I hold one finger up to Dean, and answer Cal’s call. “Hello Mr. Famous rock star.” I laugh into my phone, knowing how much he hates when I call him that. “You’re hilarious (Y/N), a downright riot.” I heard a soft laugh from his end, and waited to hear what his call was for. “I’m like five minutes from yours. Are you home?” He sounded funny, like hes’ nervous or something. I jumped up from my bed, and ran to my front door, and stood on the wet grass hoping that would make him get here faster. “I’m home, yeah! Are you really almost here?” I was bouncing on my tip toes, looking around the tree near my apartment. 

“Yeah, I am. But I kinda forgot one tiny detail..” He trailed off, not giving me anymore information “And what would that be?” I heard an annoyed sigh from behind me, coming from Dean, who’s arms were crossed over his chest. I put on my speaker phone, growing annoyed with almost dropping it in excitement “My parents are out of town for the next week, and I kinda need a place to stay, would you mind if I slept on your lounge?” That must have been was he was nervous about. This apartment was mine and Cal’s up until we ended things, then he just moved his stuff to his parents house, and he’s look for a place once tour was over. 

I turned to face an annoyed looking Dean “Dean is actually sleeping on my lounge but-” I started, only to be cut off by Calum “That’s fine, I can get a hotel, don’t worry about it.” I frowned, he’s in hotels all the time, I was going to offer it before, but especially now. He can’t stay in a hotel while he’s home. “No, Cal- You can uh- sleep in my room.” I say quickly, turning my back to Dean “What?” Dean snapped, making me snap my head back to look at him. “Are you sure your new guy wont mind?” Calum laughed smugly. 

“I don’t have a new guy.” I mumbled to Calum, while looking directly into Dean’s eyes. “Does he know that?” He laughed even louder, I bit the inside of my cheek to stop from laughing as well “Fuck off, Hood!” Dean yelled, only making Calum laugh harder. “Dean!” I snapped, pointing to the apartment next to mine. “Stop.” I hiss. “Yes Cal, you can sleep with me. I don’t have anyone who has a right to mind.” I eyed Dean, and took a step away from him. “You better hurry up Cal, it’s been at least five minutes.” I inform him, looking at the drive again. “I am.” He laughed, just as a black SUV pulls into my drive way. 

I hung up the phone, and dropped it, running to the car. I swung open his door, and pulled him from his seat, earning a sweet laugh from him. I wrapped my arms around him, and smiled as he did the same, placing a light kiss on the top of  my head. “I missed you.” I mumble into his chest, mostly so I could take in his lovely Calum scent. “I guess I missed you too.” He chuckles, and rubs his hand up and down my back a few times before we both take a step back. I instantly looked him over, looking for any signs of pain. “I’m fine (Y/N)” He shook his head, and giving me a side hug. “so stop doing that.” His laugh made me instantly stop, just so I could focus on his sweet smile. 

“Nope.” I smirk, grabbing one of his bags from the back of the car, and lead Cal inside, though he knows this place just as well as I do. The second Calum was through the door, Dean decided to finally speak to Cal “Heey Calum, how’s the tour going? Any good lays recently?” Dean smirked, glancing at me from the corner of his eye. Not really wanting to hear about Calum’s sex life with other woman, I tuned the boys out, and took the bag Calum was holding and set them in my room. I know I don’t have any room to be jealous about what Calum does with other woman, but the idea of him with someone else, still hurts so bad. 

“Food anyone?” I ask, stepping beside Calum who’s looking at Dean with a very annoyed look. “Yeah I’ll help.” Cal offered, and walked behind me to the kitchen. “I’m really sorry about him Cal. He’s been awfully jealous lately. Though he has no reason to be.” I mumble the last part to myself, as I grab a large bowl and chips. “I picked up on that.” He laughed, shaking his head, taking several beers from the fridge, and setting them next to the chips. “Has he finally asked you out yet, he clearly likes you.” There was a hint of jealously in his voice, but he hid it well.

“More times than I can count, actually.” I groan, grabbing more junk food for us three. “So how were the dates?” He asked weakly, not looking at me life before. I laughed, thinking he was joking, Calum knows full well that I’m still in love with him, therefore I wouldn’t go on a date with someone else. I caught his nervous glace for a moment, and realize he’s serious. “We haven’t gone out at all, Cal.” I tell him honestly, opening his beer for him. “Really?” He asked, almost happily, but again, he did well at hiding it “I mean, I don’t know- How come?” He mumbled, taking a long sip of his beer.

His question caught me off guard, he’s the reason I haven’t, but I can’t tell him that, can I? I decided to keep with the truth, I hate lying to Calum. “You.” I quickly open my beer, and take a swig. “(Y/N), you don’t have to go that. I mean, I love you, but you should give him a chance.” He frowned, not even making himself believe those words were true. “I love you too, Calum. An that’s why I can’t go out with him. If my heart still belongs to you, it’s not fair to you, him, or me.” He gave me another side hug. “So you’re telling me neither of us has had sex in three months?” He questioned, instantly I felt relieved knowing that no other girl had been with Calum the way I was. “Guess so, damn. We’re sad.” I laughed, shaking my head, leading him to the lounge where Dean sat annoyed.

“Surprised you two didn’t just fuck i there, I mean with him staring at your ass, and you wearing that slutty dress.” Dean scoffs “Just let me know if I’m in the way.” He hissed at me, my mouth fell open at his words. He’s never spoken to me like that before-ever. “Dean!” Both Calum and I scold “What? He was! And we all know why you’re in that dress still! Oh Calum I’ve missed you ever so much I’ve been turning down an amazing guy because my heart belongs to you! Now lets have sex!” He mocked my voice, bringing tears to my eyes at his cruel words. 

“Enough!” Calum shouted at Dean, standing to tower over him. “Two things you need to realize Dean One: yeah, I was looking at her ass. Know why? Cause she’s the only girl I’ve ever loved, and I haven’t seen her in person for three months, so yes, I did look at her ass. What was your excuse exactly? Two,” Cal snaps as Dean stands up as well, still not meeting Calum’s height. “If you ever call her anything like that again, I wont hesitate to kick your damn ass.” Calum shoved his finger in Dean’s chest. 

“Yeah, he’s a real keeper, (Y/N).” Dean mumbled, still locking eyes with Calum. “What the hell is your problem?” I ask now angry, as I hold back tears “I’ve been treating you like a fucking princess for three months! Then he comes around and in the first thirty minutes, you’re ready to jump his bones!” He yelled at him, pointing his finger in my face. Cal shoved his hand away from me, as he took a step between us.

“Why wont you fucking choose me for once?” Dean snapped, trying to move past Calum. “ Dean, I tell you this at least twice a week.” I whisper, while tears fall from my eyes. “Yeah yeah, (Y/N) I know, you love him. I fucking get it!” He got frustrated, and shoved Calum, who was in front of me, causing me to fall flat on my ass, and stare up at him sadly. “Don’t you ever do that again.” Calum snapped, doing his best to hold in his anger once he’d helped me up. “Whatever mate. I don’t need this. I hope you’re happy Calum. You ruiend a perfect good girl. Fucked her up nice and good.” 

Calum pointed to the door, and hissed ‘out’ at Dean, who stepped past him and walked out the door without another word. “(Y/N) I’m so sorry, this is my fault-” Calum started, but I just shook my head, and hid my face in his shoulder, finally letting tears fall freely, soaking Calum’s shirt. “Shh, don’t cry Angel.” He held me tight against him, and swayed up back and forth calming me down. 

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