i love how excited she gets from this

anonymous asked:

I cannot wrap my mind around be/ronica, same way I can't wrap my mind around b/archie or j/archie. veronica views betty like a project, she has from the start. and aside from giving polly a place to live, what has veronica ever really done for betty? "it has to happen eventually!" who said???

Riiiggghhhttt??? Neither Vermin nor Douchie are ever particularly good friends to Betty or Jug….that said, seems like when Cole wasn’t tap dancing around questions or getting “excited” just remembering how professional he and Lili are….he basically stated, “yeah, Bughead rocks, I know everyone loves us and I think we should be 2gether 4ever, too!”

It's Just Fan Fic...

I got an email from a reader earlier.  The sender was a lovely young woman who had just re-read my first published fic and wanted to tell me how much she enjoyed it—how it made her feel, how it made her smile, how it made her cry, how it made her excited to get home each night and curl up in bed with it, how it helped ease the pain of a difficult patch in her life, and how much she misses it now that it’s over.  It was a beautiful letter, and my reaction to it must have been visible enough to make my saner half take notice from across the room.  He shot me a questioning look, and I turned the laptop around and gestured to the screen.

I followed his eyes as they scanned each line, saw his lips tip up in a smile that grew broader as he read, then braced myself for the good natured snark I’ve come to expect when my little literary hobby comes up in conversation.

“Wow.” He said. “That was kind of amazing.  How does it feel to be someone’s favorite author?”

“Don’t be a dick,” I said, slapping him on the shoulder.

“I’m serious,” he replied, gesturing to the screen.  "That’s what she said—right there: You’re my favorite author.”

“I think she means favorite fic author.  Not real author.”

“Is there a difference?” He asked.

Yes,” I said, rolling my eyes.  ”Of course there is.”


“Because, as someone in this room who isn’t ME is fond of pointing out, self published gay mystery romance novels aren’t exactly eligible for the pulitzer.” I said, turning the computer back around.

“So what?” he shrugged, “Something you wrote inspired a stranger to sit down write what it meant to them and send it to you.  A lot of total strangers, as a matter of fact.  You write, people read it and react.  That makes you an author.”

“Huh.” I said, very eloquently, then got up and went into the kitchen to start dinner.

Hours later, sitting down to reply to the letter in question I find myself writing this post instead.  Because here’s the thing: That wonderfully crazy man who lives in my house is right.  (But please don’t tell him I said that)

From the moment I realized that letters made up words and words made up sentences and sentences made up worlds that were mine to explore any time I wanted to I’ve been a reader.  I have fallen in love with perfect phrases and epic stories and countless characters pressed between the pages of the thousands of books I’ve read in my life so far—and sitting down to string together those same 26 letters into tens of thousands of words of stories I felt needed telling?  That makes me an author.

I have adored the work of countless authors in numerous genres, and the world of fan fic is no exception.  I have admired and cherished and savored the words of talented writers whose work is no less legitimate for the fact that their names include random keyboard characters and their words don’t live on bound paper on a shelf.  

It’s not JUST fan fic.  It’s literature.  It’s published.  It’s read.  It’s loved.

It matters.

Thanks to all of my favorite authors for every word on every page on every screen that I’ve ever loved. 

I love butch femme culture

I love dressing to the nines with my wife and stopping traffic downtown because people are open mouth starring at us. 

I love it when the waiter puts my gin cocktail in front of my femme wife and then puts her neat bourbon in front of me. I wink at the waiter and switch the drinks. 

I love being the only (young) couple who knows how to waltz at weddings. We put on a show. 

I love how she looks in a pencil skirt. She loves my tie collection. 

I love how she kisses me on the forehead while I’m fixing things around the house.

I love it when a man asks me a question about car mechanics and I refer the question to her, my car high femme. 

I love that she puts a happy note in my lunch every day. 

I love how she has my measurements memorized so she can buy me nice shirts when she goes thrifting. 

I love how she still gets excited when I buy her flowers. 

I love when she bakes brownies and she always sets aside two for me, her sugar butch. 

I love how she inspires straight women to ask for more and expect more from their husbands/boyfriends. 

I love being a chivalrous butch and worshiping her as my queen. 

I love subverting gender norms/expectations. Anyone who knows us knows she is the boss. 

Bughead moments...

There was so much content in this episode:

That opening scene!

  • The way they are hanging out in her room before breakfast
  • Betty once again confiding in Jughead and him assuring her that she did nothing wrong
  • Jughead’s little “come here” and his freaking smile
  • Betty cupping his face
  • Jughead’s hand on her leg!
  • Betty’s angry face as her mom interupts 
  • The way that Alice Cooper is so incredibly chill with Jughead. She hates all of Betty’s friends, but doesn’t blink an eye when she so obviously interrupts them kissing
  • Alice not being afraid to talk in front of Jughead, it’s almost like she’s already treating his as one of the family

The break room scene

  • The way that Jughead settles next to Betty on the chair even though that room is filled with furniture.
  • Betty immediatly leaning up against him
  • I love seeing that they are so comfortable with each other in front of their friends

Confronting Cheryl scene

  • Couple power walk
  • Betty looking to Jughead for support and his little nod
  • The way that Jughead watches her, he is so proud of how she stands up for herself and her sister
  • Their multiple glances throughout the entire conversation. They always seem to say so much without any words.
  • Jughead’s intense “CHERYL” when she teases about not giving the message. Protective boyfriend mode activated.
  • Jughead putting his arm around Betty and nodding as if to say “It’s all going to be okay.”

The Hug scene

  • Oh my god this entire scene
  • Betty once again choosing Jughead as the person who she confides in about her family and all of the craziness
  • Jughead trying to use sarcasm to lighten the mood and calm Betty down (as he has successfully done in the past…”we’re all crazy”) But immediatly getting serious when he realizes that isn’t going to work this time
  • Jughead’s look of alarm when Betty talks about the Coopers not existing anymore
  • JUGHEAD’S MONOLOGUE TELLING BETTY TO NOT GIVE UP. Have you ever heard something more beautiful?
  • How his voice gets so strong when he talks about her being stronger than all of the white noise
  • The way his voice breaks when he says “Don’t let go”. He might be thinking about his own family and how his mom let go and how he wasn’t able to keep them together. He doesn’t want the same thing to happen to Betty and he knows that she is strong enough to stop it.
  • That collar grab!!! That killed me.
  • Betty taking Jughead’s words to heart and assuring him that she won’t let go.
  • The hug! How Betty holds him so tightly and how he reaches one hand up to hold her head.

The Mama Cooper Scene

  • First of all, I just love how Betty brings Jughead with her for support wherever she goes. 
  • The fact that Jughead has now been in the Cooper’s house at least 4 times that we have seen.
  • Jughead inviting her mom to write at the Blue and Gold…oh my god. Betty looked to him to ask, so was he the one who came up with the idea?
  • Mama Cooper and Jughead’s interactions in this scene are so easygoing. She obviously approves of him and he is obviously comfortable with her.

The ending scene

  • Okay, but the fact that Archie goes to Betty and Jughead because he knows that they are the two most likely people to actually do something about this information warms my heart.
  • I love how Betty and Jughead are immediatly on the same page with suspecting Hiram Lodge.
  • Archie looks confused when Jughead starts writing something, but Betty already knows what he is doing.
  • Look how excited those two dorks get at a new possible suspect. They barely refrain from jumping up and down in joy.
  • Also, I love that Jughead is the one who wrote all of the names on the board. He loves the idea of a murder board so much and I’m sure our little extra boy loves putting a new name up.
  • I just love our two dorky sleuths okay?
Let's Voltron #96 -- Bex Taylor-Klaus -- that one part's transcript (starts at 25:50)
  • Mark: The next one is from BluelightningBug: "I have a question for the lovely Bex. Would you be willing to give your interpretation of Pidge's relationship with each of the Paladins, Allura, and Coran? How does she regard each person and which relationships are you most excited to see developed further?"
  • Bex: I think that the Keith/Pidge relationship is the the most underrated friendship on the show.
  • Mark: Oh wow.
  • Bex: Yeah!
  • Mark: Yeah, I think you're right!
  • Bex: Yeah, I think they get along really well, and there's just...no need to talk about it 'cause it's just so...peaceful between them. And then they work well together; they were the first team, to, work well in the food goo fight,
  • Mark: Yeah.
  • Bex: They...they've never clashed. Like, they secretly absolutely ADORE each other.
  • Mark: Wow.
  • Bex: But it's...it doesn't need to be talked about because they just work well together, and, that's all that matters to them. That's how they click.
  • Mark: Cool! Is there anything you're excited to see developed further?
  • Bex: I'd like to see, 'cause I think Pidge kind of views Keith as, like...he's a little bit more "robotic" to her, and that's why they click well is just like he follows his method and that's...that's why they work well together is 'cause...to her, he's almost mechanical, in what he thinks.
  • Mark: Right.
  • Bex: And so I think that's, it'd be cool to have their relationship blossom into something a little bit more emotional. Y'know. I mean--I don't mean like shipping it. I don't mean like an EMOTIONAL relationship like that, I mean like...an emotional friendship.
  • Mark: Okay. That's cool.

Because I had some feels. <3

Killian hasn’t even been below decks of the Jolly Roger for an hour when his talking phone tones. He withdraws it from under his pillow and is not at all surprised to see that the little word message that has come in is from Emma.

I miss you, it reads.

It takes him a while – Emma’s always amuses at what she calls his “hunt and peck” method of crafting a message – but he manages to write back, I miss you, too, love. Go to sleep and tomorrow will be here before you know it.

Her reply comes through in less than a minute. I can’t sleep without you.

And less than a minute after that, his talking phone rings. The Emma button appears for him so he touches it and presses the phone to his ear. “You know, love, it won’t do to have the bride collapsing on her walk down the aisle because she didn’t sleep the night before.”

“I told you,” she replies lovingly, “I can’t sleep without you.”

A smile spreads across his lips. “Are you sure that’s the only reason for your insomnia?”

“All right, I may be a little excited, too.”

“Oh, just a little?”

“Shut up,” she chuckles.

He laughs as well. As much as he adores teasing her, however, he knows that they both need to get some sleep. Tomorrow is going to be a long day and they’ll need their rest. “Okay, tell you what, love. How about I talk to you until you’re relaxed enough to sleep?”


In just that one word, Killian can tell that was exactly what she wanted him to do. And since tomorrow will represent the start of the next chapter of their journey together, he decides to tell her their story from the beginning. “Once upon a time, there was a pirate and a lost princess …”

She makes a little snuffling sound into the phone but doesn’t protest. And so he talks. He tells her of portals and jungles and lost years. He tells her of spiraling magic and stolen hearts and fights against darkness. Of Camelot and magic and the Underworld and how, through it all, the pirate and the princess grew closer and closer and discovered that they did indeed share the most powerful magic of all: True Love.

He’s just at the point in the story where the princess has asked the pirate to move in with her when the steady rhythm of her breathing registers. “Emma?” he whispers into the phone.


Oh yes, he has indeed finally talked her to sleep. He smiles and keeps his voice soft so as not to rouse her further. “Hang up the phone, love.”

“Mm-kay. Love you.”

“I love you, too. I’ll see you in the morning.”

Once he’s sure she’s actually disconnected the call, he sets his phone down and closes his own eyes. That night, they dream the same dreams of the pirate and the princess, a lost little boy and a lost little girl, finding home in each other.


One of the Librarians is a Monster Hunter.

I know this because that is what the plaque on her door reads, in 18 different languages.

I believe it because she carries a sword almost everywhere she goes.

Sometimes people visit her, sometimes I don’t dare look at Them when I pass Them in the hall.

I’ve seen her when I’m coming home late in the evening sometimes, just as the sun sets. Covered head to toe in iron, rustling and catching the last rays of the sun as she walks down the sidewalk.

She’s usually in charge of the library in the afternoon, I’ve seen her conversing with the dust motes about how the Dewey Decimal System works.

She runs the fencing club and every first Monday of the month is an open day for all to try out fencing. Sometimes They like to come on these days, if you’re interested in a challenge.

I once saw her at a party I went to, arm in arm with a beautiful silver haired woman, not a bit of iron on her person. She’s very brave, I wish I was like her.

But this one time she disappeared for two whole weeks. When she came back she had her arm in a sling and walked with a limp.

Her life seems like it’s so exciting. I once tried to ask her how she got into it, but she pretended she hadn’t heard me.

Maybe the life’s not for me anyway, she always looks tired.

One of the younger faculty takes a rather active approach to her life around Elsewhere U, sometimes it’s not luck that gets you home unharmed from a party, whether you know it or not.


She’s been growing on me. She’s my inspiration for writing. She gives me an energy I’ve never felt before. We’ve talked everyday since we met. we’ve talked about so many things, shared so many jokes, teases, smiles, and laughs. we’ve gotten to know eachother when we talk for hours and our voices get raw and weary. So weary, in fact, that we fall asleep in eachother’s company, dreaming of being in eachother’s bed. But most of all, we learned how it feels to fall in love…

I have watched her grow up from a small, shy, scared-to-death girl tired of pain who just wanted to have something more than what she had before, blossom into her full self, larger-than-life, eager, excited, and expressful, (those who know her know what I mean) when I met her I knew it all along to be her, I could see past the walls she put up, those walls I knew were there to protect her from the pain she dealt with alone. I decided I would help her tear those walls down, and deep down inside myself I knew I would fall for her, I knew it right from the start… I just never knew it would be so easy to…

And so that’s why, when the time came, that you finally learned to love again, I got attached to you and scared to death that it was only a matter of time before you’d say thank you and move on. But here we are, still together, still in love as though we’re scared to be alone. I don’t mind. I don’t ever want to be without you. If there was ever any doubt left, I look back on us and hope it was crushed by the time, when you told me you needed a break, and, taking everything I had in me, I agreed; Us talking later that day and into the next, we realized it only hurt eachother beyond measure to be apart. We both cried. And, opening up, you and me spilled out our hearts. I still remember your words. I learned that day what love really was. So I’m writing to you now to remind you I’m never gonna give up on you or quit, because love like this simply doesn’t take breaks. I’m writing to you now so that there will always be at least a small piece of me with you, so if you ever find yourself alone, know that we’re never truly apart, and that, as you read these words, I’m finding my way back to you. I am, and will always be, in love with you.


Originally posted by j-murphy

A/N: So this was not requested, I just wanted to write it. It was inspired by the ever amazing @bookofreid, who sometimes whips out stories like these.

I am aware that love or a relationship doesn’t always magically fix everything. But right now, I’d like to hope that I can one day find a Spencer Reid to give me the excitement to get out of bed. 

Spencer Reid walked into her life when she was at her lowest. She was merely existing, her whole body feeling like an empty shell, numb to all feeling.

Spencer saw her from across a coffee shop, and observed how she smiled at strangers, although she became expressionless and lost in her own thought when she believed that no one was looking. When she made eye contact with him, she grinned, and he found himself entranced. Every day he returned to that coffee shop, making a detour from his work so that he could begin his day with her smile engrained into his mind.

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tbh one big reason i think it’d be cool if carrot joined the straw hats is that’d it’d do something to alleviate the dichotomy between the guys and the ladies on the crew??

like, nami and robin are completely different people from each other, and i appreciate and recognize that.  but it’s easy for ppl to lump them together as just ~the girls~ because of things like how they both almost never participate in crew gags, they’ll just be in the background eyerolling or looking bemused by most of the boys getting excited about things.  there’s this undercurrent of “oh you’re girls, you wouldn’t understand” when usopp, luffy, franky, brook etc get excited about robot stuff or whatever.

and that’s something you see from female characters so much: this misconception that the girls always have to be the voice of reason to the annoying, excitable boys who care about things “girls don’t care about” like NINJAS or ROBOTS.  

it doesn’t bother me thaaaat much because like i said, robin and nami are great characters and very unique from each other nonetheless, but still can you imagine how refreshing it would be to have a female crewmember who totally destroys that???

carrot participates in the gags.  she’s aggressive, she’s passionate, she’s reckless, she’s excitable.  she’d sure as hell start freaking out over a robot.  she’d be HAPPY to participate in something like pirates docking 6.

if she joined the crew, it’d force oda to stop separating the crew into “the boys who love cool stuff and are reckless!!!” and “the girls who just don’t get it” for gags, and idk, i think that’d be really nice.  the concept of girls being the rational ones and the voice of reason to the “”funny, stupid”” boys is a lot less grating and trope-y if one of the girls isn’t that way at all.  

Feelings and work

Originally posted by maryxglz

Request: Hi! Can I request a little series, pls? The reader is playing Loki’s sis in the Thor movie. She and Tom don’t get along well. She is very sarcastic. But Tom and her are always arguing over small things. She always has this “I don’t give a shit” look on her face because when she was a little girl her parents died and had no body so she is afraid to show that she cares. One Day Tom goes too far and finally breaks her heart, she opens up for the first time. (She has dark hair and blue eyes). They slowly stared to fall in love and Tom just wants to protect her from the world. (If you do smut she is a virgin). Thank you!

Author’s Note: Hey peeps. This is going to be a little series. @legolasothranduilion requested it and I love this but I don’t know yet, how many parts it will be. Next up will be the final part of telling Tom you’re pregnant.

Part 2

You were more than excited when you heard, that you had a role in the new Thor movie. You would be playing Loki’s sister and it was great.

Until you got to know the man who would be playing you on-screen brother. You didn’t get along from the get go. He was handsome but somehow you didn’t like him. Which caused the scenes you had to do together to be even harder.

When the director called “Cut” you let out a exhausted sigh and made your way of the set, but you heard a specific person say something.

“Thank god, I can’t stand to be around her any longer.” Tom said, talking to Chris and taking a deep breath.

“Well aren’t you a ray of sunshine” you said, not being able to keep your mouth shut.

“Just shut up, weren’t you about to leave?” he said, gesturing towards the door.

“I was, but I think, I’m staying close. Don’t want you to miss me.” You said with your best fake smile.

“Oh for fucks sake…” he mumbled.

“The British gentleman cursing? No no, don’t want to destroy you image.” You sassed, keeping your best resting bitch face on.

He rolled his eyes and left. You smiled, being satisfied with yourself.

“Do you guys always have to bicker around?” Chris asked.

“Yes, he started though.” You answered and left to go to your trailer.

It was always like this, the two fighting over the smallest thing and you sassing him out until he left. You already started counting the days left of filming. But unfortunately then the interviews would follow. That would be the hardest, acting like you don’t hate each other. On screen is one thing, but in real live it’s going to be even harder.

Going back to filming you tried to pull yourself together. Trying to keep it professional, but Tom apparently didn’t try at all. It was a long and hot day and after hours of filming you slipped up and bumped into him.

“Dear god, can’t you be professional?” he asked, being pissed off.

“Me? I was, sorry to touch you. Didn’t know that wasn’t allowed. I wasn’t aware of the writing on your forehead that said ‘Do not touch, I’m out of glass and will crumble’. Don’t be a girl about it, I didn’t do it on purpose.” You answered.

“Why don’t you ever shut up?” he answered and glared at you.

“I would, but this is actually keeping me alive. I live on your annoyance and hate towards me.” You said with a smile.

He rolled his eyes and was about to answer when the director called “Action” again and you two got into your characters again.

The day went on like that and finally after being done you went separate ways and you went home, falling into bed to get some much needed rest.

The next day you started filming again and today everything was worse than before. Apparently the British gentleman got up on the wrong foot. He even snapped at Chris.

In the evening he snapped and you were surprised, cause you didn’t expect that. The scene was finished and you tried to leave but he crossed your path out of nowhere causing you two to bump into each other and him spilling water over the both of you.

“For fucks sake. I have enough. Can’t you watch where you are going?” he screamed.

“No, especially not, when you ran into me!” you said, crossing your arms.

“Didn’t your parents ever tell you how to apologize? Who am I asking. Apparently they didn’t teach you anything at all. No manners or anything useful. You aren’t even a good actress.” He said giving you a death stare. You were shocked. He didn’t just really insult your parents, did he?

You couldn’t speak, it hurt too much. You didn’t want to, but you couldn’t stop the tears from streaming down your face. You sobbed and covered your mouth with your hand. Tom looked at you confused and even a little bit worried.

You just turned around and ran straight to your trailer, locking the door behind you. This was too much. He crossed a line and you would make sure that he would regret it.

anonymous asked:

hmm >< I mean can u explains any romantic ciel-lizzy scene in manga pleaseee

You want me to explain ANY romantic Cielizzy scene? Like, all of them? Anon, I can impossibly hint at EVERY little detail that makes Ciel and Lizzy a cute couple. I can of course pick some randomly….

When Ciel’s dark past consumed his entire attention Elizabeth’s voice could pull him back into the here and now.

When Joker talks about stealing something important from Ciel, who does he think of? Lizzy.

When a bear attacks her his first instinct is to sacrifice himself in order to protect her.

Even though she made him angry it didn’t stop him from being happy with her. It was canonically stated by Sebastian that even though Ciel called her a duty his smile when they were dancing was real.

Ciel Phantomhive apologized. He is not the type to apologize to anyone.

She watches him and his emotional state intently because is feelings are important to her.

She seeks physical contact with him. We have only ever seen her hug Frances and Edward apart from that and the times she went to the Sphere Music Hall with Edward and Ceslock and back in Weston suggest that even if she gets excited around those she is close to, the hugging is a need the primarily feels around Ciel.

She is willing to sacrifice her chance of being loved by him to protect him.

Anon, tis is getting too long. I am also running out of conveniently cut pictures that don’t double one of the afore mentioned points. Anyway, as you see there are a lot of things all over the manga that show how much they mean to each other. I hope that answered your question. If not, sorry.

Have a nice day!

16: dancing in the dark in the pale moonlight.

I loved writing this one! I didn’t know what to title it though. 

You can still send me a number  

“Do you think we should start getting back to the hotel?” Shawn asks y/n looking around the city nervously. He had forgotten where the hotel was and he was pretty sure that they where lost but y/n didn’t seem to mind one but. In fact Shawn wasn’t even sure if she had noticed just how far they had walked away from the hotel. She was beyond excited about visiting her boyfriend on tour for the first time and intended on making the best out of it, even if they had an early morning flight to somewhere else tomorrow. Nothing was going to ruin this moment for her.

“What time is it?” She finally looked up at him, the surrounding lights of the city square where nothing compared to the bright smile placed on y/n’s face. Shawn had to stop for a brief moment to properly let the imagine sink into his mind before he could respond.

He pulled out his phone checking the time before quickly turning his attention back to the beautiful girl before him that brought him so much happiness with the simplest things without even being aware of it.

“Ten- thirty”

“It’s still early, come on I want to see what’s going on over there” she turned back around gesturing to where a crowd of people where gathered along the promenade on the beach, lanterns illuminating the strip from the dark.

Eagerly y/n tugged on shawn’s hand pulling him along. He couldn’t  remember the last time that he felt so content with someone doing something so simple. Was he falling in love with y/n? They had been dating for nearly six months and in that time span he found himself becoming more and more attached to her. His heart fluttered at the thought. He was beyond crazy about her from the times she’d sit up late at night and talk on the phone with him when he wasn’t feeling right to the effortless way she constantly made him feel so much lighter when she was around.

As they neared there destination they noticed that the hundreds of people gathering around where looking at the stalls that had been set up selling anything and everything.

Delighted y/n turned back to Shawn smiling wider, which Shawn wasn’t sure could have even been possible until now, giving a small jump of excitement that she wasn’t even aware she did before hurrying towards the busy crowds to see what goods where being sold.

As they entered the crowd there grips on each others hands got tighter and Shawn pulled y/n closer to him to give him a sense of security. Although they where lost in a foreign city he didn’t feel lost but he knew he suddenly would if he lost the girl before him.

Stalls where selling things from fudge to candles, drawings, t-shirts, jewellery, and mostly food.
Y/n pointed out things that excited her but they didn’t have much of a chance to stop and look at them, the crowd pushing them along.

“Do you want anything?” Shawn bent down and asked y/n in her ear so he could be heated over the loud crowd. She looked up at him and shook her head no but Shawn new that she was lying. The two had only planned on going on a small walk after dinner they didn’t expect to end up God knows where so y/n had brought neither her phone nor her wallet with her.

After looking at all the stalls they, Shawn, decided on buying ice-cream and then walking along the beach. The further they walked the quieter it got. Neither had there shoes on allowing there feet to feel the sand and the water that would sometimes greet there feet.

“What’s wrong?” Shawn asked when y/n stopped walking. She was facing out at the sea but her attention was on the full moon above.

“I was wondering, do you think it’s the moon that makes the stars look beautiful at night or do you think it’s the stars that make the moon look beautiful at night?” She asked he eyebrows creasing together a little as she thought deeply.

Shawn had to contain himself not too laugh but he couldn’t help the smile that grew on his face at the bizarre question his girlfriend had asked.

When y/n didn’t hear a respond she turned to make sure her boyfriend was still there however to her displeasure she only frowned more when she saw his reaction.

“I’m serious.” She groaned turning back to face the endless dark water stepping in a little deeper allowing the waves to crash against her bare legs.

“I think it’s both” she heard Shawn say causing her to turn back to him yet again. He stood there admiring everything about her from the way that her facial expression was blank showing her natural beauty as she waited for his response, to the that she stood there before him mid-calf in the water for no apparent reason. “ I think neither would look beautiful without each other, the compliment one another.” He added shoving his free hand in his pocket as he leaned back waiting for y/n’s response.

It seemed good enough for her, she nodded giving a small hum that could barley be heard over the crashing waves. The two stayed silent but not for long. A wide smile appeared on y/n’s face and as soon as the thought popped into her head she turned around and ran towards Shawn.

Grabbing onto his hand like an excited child, causing him to drop his shoes, she looked up at him smiling broadly and eyes gleaming.

“Let’s go for a swim!” Y/n exclaimed biting down on her bottom lip to try and contain her excitement.

It took a few moments for what y/n had said to register with Shawn, him being to distracted by how perfect she is.

“What? No!” He frowned while still smiling at her, slightly shocked by the spontaneous suggestion from his girlfriend. Is she serious, he wondered to himself in disbelief.

“What why?” Y/n wasn’t shocked by his response but she pressed along with the subject anyway.

“Because” Shawn laughed. He took his hand from y/n’s trio and scratched the back of his neck. “It’s night time” he shrugged not  realising how pathetic his answer truly was  until after he responded.

“So?” Y/n questioned confused.

“So we’ll get cold” Shawn shrugged hopelessly. Y/n rolled her eyes in response before  growing her shoes onto the ground next to him.

“Fine grandpa I’ll just swim by myself, I don’t need you” y/n replied cheekily before taking of her shorts followed by her t-shirt leaving her in just her underwear and bra.

Shawn’s cheeks flushed as he watch his girlfriend and he couldn’t help but feel Ashamed for staring. Sure she was his girlfriend but that was the closest her had seen her to naked.

Without another word to Shawn y/n sprinted into the surprisingly  warm water splashing around by herself and laughing at the insanity of what she was doing. Shawn watched her from the shore in disbelief. How could she be doing something like this? But there was nothing wrong with the situation, she wasn’t breaking any laws.

“Come on Shawn” she called out but Shawn shook his head.

“Please” she beefed laughing as she was tackled buy another wave. Shawn shook his head no again.

The joyful smile on y/n’s face fell slightly but she tried everything in her power not to let it show. Instead she dived under the water and when she resurfaced she faced her back to Shawn, looking out into the endless dark water.

Feeling bad for the fact that he ruined her happiness slightly Shawn couldn’t help but feel the need to fix his mistake. Unwillingly he dropped his shoes and slowly peeled his tee shirt from his body. Was he really doing this?

He felt beyond guilt of the fact that he had done something so small to ruin y/n’s small moment of excitement.

“Your fucking crazy” Shawn huffed to himself as he unbuttoned his jeans and pulled them down leaving them in the messy pile of clothes that belonged to him and y/n.

Not thinking twice, Shawn scrunched his eyes shut and slowly walked into the water, the waves crashing against his toned chest reminding him of how crazy this truly was.

When he was finally at y/n every thought escaped his mind as he stared at her closely. The droplets of water on her bare skin, the moon dimly lighting up the dark giving him enough light to be able to make out his girlfriends gorgeous features.

Y/n still had her back to Shawn and wasn’t aware of the fact that he hat he had come into the water yet. Shawn’s eyes racked up and down the back of y/n’s body briefly before he stepped closer wrapping his arms around her bare shoulders pulling her back into his chest.

“You scared me” she laughed a little. Shawn ignored her before he picked her up causing her to scream and laugh out of shock.

“I’m going to make you pay for making me do this” y/n laughed harder and within seconds was flying briefly in the air before coming in contact with the water. She resurfaced still laughing but made her way up to her boyfriend wrapping her arms around his neck.

Shawn’s hands went to the back of y/n’s thighs picking her up and pulling her close to him. Y/n wrapped her legs around Shawn’s waist his hands resting in y/n’s but only to support her up.

She leaned in closer her hot breath fanning Shawn’s plump lips sending shivers down his spine. She took her time before connecting her lips with his. They moved slowly against one another taking there time to appreciate it.

Y/n pulled away now biting down on her bottom lip.

“I love you” she mumbled almost barley audible.

Shawn wasn’t sure if he had heard her correctly or whether he had imagined it. It took y/n even a few moments to processes what she had said as well. But when she did she smiled brightly still biting down on her lip and looking into Shawn’s warm caramel eyes.

“I love you” she repeated more surely and determined. Shawn opened his mouth ready to say something but y/n beat him too it. “Don’t say it back.” She warned causing Shawn to shut his mouth and tilt his head watching her confused. “I want you to truly mean it when you say it and just saying it after I said it won’t make it special, but I just want you to know that I love you, I really do.” She smiled slightly at the end causing Shawn to him in response.

He knew what y/n meant, he believed it as well that the first I love you should be special and if that’s what she wanted he would wait.

This time Shawn leaned in connecting there lips kissing her with all his might. He wanted her to know the effect she had on him and if he couldn’t use his words he would show her.

I’m really proud of this one and guess what GIRLS CAN SAY ‘I LOVE YOU’ FIRST!!!!! It doesn’t always have to be the guy you know.

Intuition {S.M}

requested// imagine from Shawn’s point of view where you are best friends with Shawn and his family says you are perfect for one another and he should do something about it

author’s note// all my imagines are going to crap idk if im gonna keep up with this page much longer


I loved her. I knew for a long time that I loved her, but for a good while I didn’t know if that was right. 

Okay, now before you call my crazy, just here me out. 

Haven’t you ever loved someone that you knew wasn’t the one for you? I know that sounds cringey and stupid, but you know what I’m talking about. That one person that you fell in love with, but they were so wrong for you, so unhealthy, even so mean to you, but you fell in love anyways. 

Well, I was convinced she was that for me. I thought she would never feel the same, and I thought that she would never love me the way that I loved her. I thought that she would always just see me as her best friend who was always just there. That’s what she was to me until the eighth grade, if we are being completely honest. We were at the school dance and I saw her in that cheap Macy’s dress with the beads falling off of it, and I thought she was so beautiful. She had been my best friend for like, five years, and I had never seen her like that. Now that’s the only way that I see her. 

And it’s been seven years now, I’m always on tour, and she was always with the kids she taught. She was a classroom assistant for fourth graders, she’ll be an actual teacher in a year. It’s kind of adorable. But we continue to be best friends. We continue to stay in touch even though she is in school and I’m almost never home. And I continue to harbor these absolutely disgusting feelings for her that she probably has no idea about. I’m pretty sure no one knew about them. 

The weird thing is, there weren’t even dating rumors about us. We had been seen in public together a few times, and photos surfaced, but it wasn’t ever,

“Shawn Mendes and mystery woman???????” 

Which baffled me to an extreme extent, but at the same time I’m glad. 

I’m rambling, aren’t I? 

Okay, so summary of the backstory before I get to the point:

I’ve been friends with her since third grade, been in love with her since eighth grade, she’s graduating college this year and I still haven’t told her how I feel, I do the pop star thing and we continue to be best friends, and I’m coming home for a month to take a break from tour and I’m seeing her tonight. 

Okay, let’s get on with it then!

“I’m excited to see you!” She beamed. I could tell through the phone. She was excited. I hadn’t seen her in person in six months, and I missed her more than words could say. 

“Me too!” I smiled, and I knew she could tell that I was. She just laughed a little, and I heard the line click off. I sighed and slipped the phone next to me as I placed my other hand back on the wheel. I was nervous to say the least, because I decided that seven years was long enough and tonight I would decide to tell her how I felt. 

Or maybe I wasn’t. 

I don’t know. 

But I do know who to ask. 

I pulled into my driveway, seeing the exact face I wanted to see. My sister, Aaliyah. I purposefully came home about an hour earlier than my parents get home, so I could talk to her before they got home. She sprinted to my car, waiting for it to come to a halt, and when it did, she ran over to the door waiting for me to open it, and when I did I thought she was going to cry when she jumped into my arms. 

“Shawn, oh my god!” She held on so tight as I let out a chuckle. She was happy to see me, I was guessing. I was always close with my sister. She always knew what was going on. She always knew what I was feeling, and she got it. Sometimes even when I didn’t tell her. “I missed you.” I squeezed just a little tighter, and  hoped she’d never have to let go, so I pushed the thought of having to leave soon out of my head. 

“Yeah? I missed you too kiddo, but I need your advice.” I pulled back, my sister doing the same. She smiled.

“I knew you would. Come on.” She started to go inside, and I followed her. I just left his suitcase in his truck, knowing he would be back out for it later. I walked up the familiar steps into my house, my black boots clonking on the wooden steps. “I’m pretty sure I already know too.” She mumbled, walking into the house, the scent of home washing over me. It almost hurt that I had been gone for so long. I loved this place with everything I am. I instantly walked into the kitchen, seeing that oh-so-familiar tin of blueberry muffins, grabbing one, and sitting at the bar. Aaliyah did the same, and as she sat down she let out a sigh. “What do you need my wise high school kid help with?” She bit into her muffin, obviously incredibly content. 

“Y/n…” I trailed off peeling the wrapping off of my muffin. God, I missed these. 

“You mean your future wife.” She stated non-nonchalantly. I almost choked on that muffin I shit you not. 

“What?” I coughed, trying to form words and get air into my lungs. 

“Shawn, come on. You love her. Jesus, everyone knows. It isn’t hard to tell. Even my friends know. Like seriously, you don’t hide it well. I’ll be surprised if she doesn’t know.” She paused, collecting her thoughts for a moment and it caused his stomach to drop about seven stories. “I wouldn’t be surprised if she felt the same way.” That was seventeen stories. 

“Really?” I choked out, not even trying to take another bite out of that muffin knowing I would probably die. 

“Yeah, really. In all honesty, you really should have gone and seen her first instead of waiting for six a clock tonight and just tell her what you’re feeling. You’ve been harboring these feelings for what? Five and a half years?” She stated, still engrossed in that muffin. 

“Actually seven but..” He rubbed the back of his neck. “Pretty sure she’s at work anyways…” I knew very well she wasn’t. I was honestly just trying to think up an excuse on to why I shouldn’t go over there. 

“Fat lie. Call her, tell her you’re coming over, and then go tell her how you feel.” My sister basically demanded. All of the things that could possibly go wrong, or go right even, ran through my head at about a million miles a minute. No, more like a second. She could say no, she could say that she didn’t want to ever talk to me again since she didn’t want to have to deal with my feelings. She could laugh at me. Or, she could feel the same. She could jump into my arms and we could live happily ever after. And I’d really like to see the outcome. 

“Aaliyah, I know I just got home, but I really have to do something.” She didn’t even say a word and I knew she was fine with it. I instantly got up from the bar and walked out of the door. My courage was rushing through my veins and I hoped and prayed that it wouldn’t just go away. I instantly got in my car, put the key in the ignition, and pulled out of the driveway. My blood was boiling over with anticipation and in that moment I was so incredibly grateful that her house was only five minutes away. Because I was pulling into her driveway before I could even give it a second thought. I took a deep breath, making sure not to think it through again before I hopped out of the car and out onto her driveway. I took long, fast strides up to her front door, and knocked. She had gotten a tiny house of her own, only one story since she hated the idea of an apartment so much. I looked at the white paint that was chipped, most likely from the previous owner. It seemed like forever and a half I was waiting until I heard that door creak open. I looked over, her long legs uncovered since she was only wearing some pajama shorts, her arms pressed against the door frame, those only covered up by a long sleeve purple t-shirt. 

“Hey, you’re early.” She laughed, and god, it was a heavenly sound. Her dark skin glowing in the early afternoon sunlight. “Wanna come in?” She asked. 

“No.” I shook my head. “I just have to say something and then I can leave or stay or whatever it is you want.” I took a deep breath again, and she nodded her head, as if telling me to get on it with already. She crossed her arms and waited. “Okay well, so like this may be creepy but i’m in love with you?” She raised an eyebrow at him. “I am, and I have been for a while but I thought It’d just be better if you didn’t know but… But at this point it’s just sad and I wanted you to know I can leave now.” I instantly grew embarrassed and started to turn away, but I felt her hand wrap around my wrist and turn me around. 

“God, it took you long enough. I’ve only been waiting for you to tell me since what? Ninth grade?” She bit her lip and smiled at me. 

“Eighth grade, actually.”

author’s note// OH MY G O D ITS GROSS I HATE IT WHY DO I EVEN WRITE ANYMORE I NEED TO DIE NOT WRITE also i made the y/n a poc cause freaking every imagine is a white hoe and its sickening. cant wait to get triggered messages even tho theres literally oNE sentence about her being a poc!!!!! bye!!!

Second Love (pt. 02)

Pairing: Yoongi | Reader.
Genre: Angst, SummerLove AU, Fluff & (future) Smut
Word Count: 6.3K

A/N: thank you for all the support you’ve been giving to this story <3 The next part will be the final one ohh :’(

Pt. 01  |  Pt. 02  |  Pt. 03

Summer 2006

Since that night you were sure of one thing: you would stop thinking about Yoongi. You would stop liking him. You started ignoring him at the Gong’s farm, but that was an easy task, since he was the first that started ignoring you in Mr. and Mrs. Gong’s presence.

But unfortunately, Yoongi started going out with the boys again. You had to see him every night and when you arrived home you were exhausted from the effort it took you to ignore him. He was still staring at you every time your eyes accidentally landed on him and you were sure he was trying to drive you nuts. First he told you that you should get over him before you fell something deeper for him, and then he kept staring at you like that. He was contradicting himself. Maybe he didn’t hate you, but you were starting to hate him.

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when you remember how lana maria parrilla is literally the best person ever; loves her fans a lot and cries when she meets them sometimes; compliments her fans and kisses rebecca mader on the mouth a lot; how she stole a bra from jc penny and got caught; films herself when she’s drunk and you’ll never know what’s going on; climbed on top of a car to see her fans; makes puns with her name and posts pictures of fred with “ANAL” drawn on his forehead; posts pictures of her boobs and compliments herself; photobombs other celebrities and gets away with it; is best friends with everyone; gets really excited when someone mentions pizza; constantly hugs the ouat crew; doesn’t know how to wink; is great with animals etc.

zeldawrecks  asked:

Heyyy can you write a fluffy piece where betty surprises jug on his birthday and they spend the day together :D (Isn't his birthday coming up in the show) Thank you!

Hey, I hope you like this!

This is a little AU in the fact that Archie is totally okay with Bughead (since we don’t know how he feels about that yet).

Here we go. HUGE shout-out to @tewgrunge​ because she basically came up with everything.

Birthday Surprise

Betty and Archie had gone over the plan several times - Jughead was going to spend the day with Archie and Fred Andrews. Fred was going to let them sleep in, cook them breakfast (aka his special Peanut Butter Banana Pancakes at noon), then Jughead would open his presents from Fred and Archie. He and Archie would spend a few more hours together, then Archie would make sure Jughead was outside of Pop’s Choklit Shoppe at 5:30 sharp.

Betty smoothed her floral print dress over her torso, hooked her purse over her shoulder, and made her way out her front door.

She made her way to Pop’s, ushering her surprise guests into a booth at the back. She made sure they were comfortable, then went back outside to meet Jughead at the doors.

At exactly 5:30, Jughead strolled up in front of Betty. She smiled, then quickly stood behind him and covered his eyes with her hands. “No peeking.”  She murmured.

Jughead laughed. “Bets, it’s Pop’s. Plus you can barely reach my eyes.”

“You shush,” Betty smiled. “Just walk.”

“Yes ma’am.” Jughead laughed again and walked toward the entrance.

“Open the door, right in front of you,” Betty guided from behind.

Jughead opened the door, walked a few steps, then paused, waiting for Betty to direct him again.

She had him turn to the right, take a few steps, then pause.

“Okay,” She murmured, taking her eyes off his eyes. “Surprise.”

Jughead’s eyes narrowed in on the booth at the back. “Mom?” He said in awe. “Jellybean?!”

“Juggie!” Jellybean cried happily from the booth, running to hug her big brother.

“Heya,  Jel,” Jughead murmured, smoothing his little sisters hair back as he embraced her.

“What are you guys doing here?” Jughead said happily, guiding his sister and girlfriend over to the booth.

“Well,” His mom smiled. “Your girlfriend here reached out to us. Seeing you on your birthday is important, honey.”

Jughead slid in across from his mom, gripping her hand as he did so.

The four of them ordered their food, catching up and laughing the entire time.

“How long are you staying?” Jughead asked, mid-bite of his burger.

“We have a room at Sweetwater Inn for the night. You can spend tonight with Betty and all day with J.B. and me tomorrow. Betty and I arranged it,” Gladys laughed.

When Gladys was finished eating, she tried to wave Pop Tate over to pay.

Betty shook her head. “It’s been taken care of,” She smiled weakly.

“What do you mean?”

“It’s been taken care of,” Betty laughed. “You came all the way down here. It’s the least I could do.”

Mrs. Jones knew there was no use arguing - Betty was obviously smart enough to pay ahead of time.

Jughead said his goodbyes to Gladys and Jellybean, promising his little sister he’d see her in just a few hours.

Betty kissed Jughead on the cheek, taking the last sip of her milkshake as she slid out of the booth.

“I left a book I need at school, will you walk with me?”

“Of course,” Jughead smiled, grabbing Betty’s hand as they left Pop’s.

“So where’s this book?” Jughead murmured as they ambled the halls of the school.

“Just in here,” Betty answered, pointing towards the office of The Blue and Gold.

Jughead smiled, grabbing Betty’s hand and pulling her into the room, flicking on the light.

There were black, blue and gold streamers intertwined throughout the room, balloons in each corner, and a stack of cupcakes on Jughead’s work space.

“How did you get this?” Jughead gasped as he saw the old projector from the Drive-In stationed in the middle of the room.

Betty shrugged. “I begged Mayor McCoy.” She smiled.

Jughead saw pillows propped on the floor, a wrapped present in the center of a blanket.

“What movie do you have set up for us?” Jughead smiled, embracing Betty.

“Harry Potter.”

Jughead burst out laughing.

“What!” Betty protested.

Jughead kissed the tip of her nose. “Nothing, nothing! I’m excited, I love Harry Potter. I just… wasn’t expecting Harry Potter.”

Betty tried to look mad. “You better not be making fun of me,” She smiled.

Jughead shook his head. “Never,” He kissed her lips gently, then plopped down on the blanket. “Can I open my present now?”

Betty nodded, sitting next to him.  Jughead gently took off the bow and stuck it to Betty’s head, then ripped the paper off.

Jughead held the books in his hands.

“It’s a signed limited-edition copy from 1948.” Betty explained. “It’s two volumes.” She murmured, noticing Jughead hadn’t said a word yet. “Crime and Punishment. It’s your favorite book, right?”

Jughead nodded. “Betty this must have cost you a fortune.”

Betty shook her head, blushing. “No, not a fortune. I got a deal. Really, Jughead.” She inched closer to him, touching his arm. “I know that you’ve never really… gotten presents. I just wanted to make your birthday special. Do you like it?”

Jughead opened the book, a card slipping out.

‘Happy Birthday, Jughead.



“Oh, I almost forgot.” Betty said, reaching behind her for her purse. “This is from my parents.” She handed him a gift certificate for Pop’s.

“This is too much, Bets.” Jughead whispered, setting the book down.

Betty shook her head slightly. “Jughead you deserve the entire world.”

Jughead slowly caressed Betty’s cheek, pulling her into a kiss. “Thank you,” He whispered.

“You’re welcome,” She smiled. “Now, you’ll have to put the movie on because I have no idea how to work that machine.”

Jughead laughed and got to his feet, sliding things into place and pressing the correct buttons.

He got back on the floor with Betty and put his arm around her, pulling her closer.


“Mm?” She murmured.

“This is the best birthday I’ve ever had.”

Multi-Lingual Lance

So, I’ve seen a lot of posts about Lance being bilingual because he’s from Cuba, but this is my personal head canon. I mean, the boy went to a super elite astronaut-training school, yet we know he’s not as technologically gifted as say Hunk or Pidge (and his piloting skills are debatable). What if he got in based on another talent?

Woah this got long. More under the cut.

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Shifted - Part 6, Chapter 5

Every Tuesday I’ll be posting a chapter from my brand new AU story. The premise is simple - what if Claire had gotten pregnant with Brianna a month or two earlier in the story, and she and Jamie had re-evaluated their priorities and decided that the cause was lost, and they were able to slip away from the army and quietly return to Lallybroch?
Previous installments…

Part 6 - The Honeymoon

Lallybroch, Summer 1763

Chapter 5


“What is it, Jamie?”


Claire had finally come to bed. William had kept her long enough, wanting to share every last detail of the trip with his da. The people he’d met, the chores he’d done, the pheasants and rabbits he’d caught himself and roasted for supper. Claire’s heart had burst with love for her son, already showing the makings of a great man. Like his father.


Jamie had kissed her deeply when he returned, quickly whispering “I’ve something to discuss wi’ ye tonight” in her ear before seeing to the horses. And then supper, and then chores, and then she had spent time reconnecting with William while Jamie had spent time reconnecting with Brianna. It was past dark now, and she’d yet to have any kind of conversation with her husband.


Jamie turned back the quilt on Claire’s side of the bed and extended his arm towards her. “Come.”


Softly she padded over to him and eased beneath the sheets, nestling into his shoulder. He sighed contentedly and kissed her forehead.


“I’ve been looking forward to this ever since we rode out.”


“What? Sleeping in a real bed?”


He snorted. “Aye, that too. Grannie MacNab snores like the devil, I’ll tell ye. Good thing William sleeps like he’s been poleaxed, elsewise there’d be no way the puir lad could get any rest.”


He paused. “No, mo nighean donn – I’ve had almost nothing else on my mind except the desire to have ye back in my arms. To hold ye close. And speak wi’ ye of whatever’s on my mind.”


She nuzzled into his neck. “Mmphm. Flatterer.”


Gently Jamie laced the fingers of one hand through hers. His other hand played with her wedding ring. “I want to take ye on a wee trip, Claire.”


That surprised her. “Oh? To where?”


He shrugged. “It doesna matter. I only want to spend some days wi’ you – only you. Away from the bairns and the house, ken?”


“I ken,” she said softly.


“So. I was thinking on those three days we spent together after we wed – about how much we learned about each other. And how close I grew to ye during that time. Do you remember?”


Playfully she shoved his shoulder. “Idiot. Of course I remember.”


He smiled into her hair. “Weel. That was our – honeymoon, ken? So it’s high time we had a second one.”


She kissed his shoulder. “That’s a lovely idea. The children won’t mind – they’re old enough to get on without us.” She paused. “You know, I don’t think we’ve ever taken a trip away from them.”


“I dinna think we have. Murtagh can mind them – they’ll probably be excited to have us away.” Her free hand lay on top of his, and the fingers of their four hands tangled together, untangled, and traced to find each other again.


“When would you like to go?”


Jamie watched their hands make love to each other. “Tomorrow, or the day after next?”


She smiled. “Yes. Yes please.”


He bent to kiss her gently. “All right then. But I’ll ask one thing of ye while we’re away.”


She kissed him again. “What’s that?”


“Stay away from any stone circles, Sassenach. I mind what happened the last time ye took a second honeymoon.”


“Is this it, then?”


Jamie nudged the horse down the slope toward the empty cottage. “Aye, ‘tis. Did ye truly think I’d make ye sleep in the heather, or under a tree, Sassenach?”


She settled against him in the saddle. “Wouldn’t be the first time – though it has been quite a while since we’ve done that.”


“Aye, weel. The croft has been empty for some time now – the family emigrated to the New World a few years back. I’ve taken William here now and again, to show him how to mend a few things. That’s how I ken there’s a table, chairs, and bed inside.” Gently he lay a hand on her thigh, grinning. “All we need, I suppose.”


She could only smile back. “Indeed.”


Jamie eased the horse to a stop in the small dooryard. He slid off and helped Claire to the ground. “Shall I take our things inside, then?”


“Aye – I’ll hobble the wee beastie and be in straight away.”


Claire lay a hand on his forearm, and Jamie turned to meet her eyes. Quickly she kissed his cheek. “Hurry,” she whispered.


Jamie swallowed. Emotion surged within him – desire, want, need, love. Always love for this fine, rare woman.


“Get inside, Sassenach. I dinna plan to let you out until mid-day tomorrow at least.” She grinned, effortlessly undoing their bags from the horse’s back and slipping inside the croft.

Dolan Twins Preference//Their Type

Disclaimer: This is just an opinion, and I’m not actually sure what their type would be like so please don’t take this too seriously.

Grayson:  I can imagine Grayson and his future girlfriend having a very playful relationship. Like he’d say or do something a little dumb (mainly on purpose) and she’d roll her eyes and retort back with a comment of her own. That being said, she’d have to be very open to banter and be very lighthearted. I also think that maybe she’d be a little sarcastic as well. Along with that she might even be a bit of a daredevil, and not be afraid to go skydiving or bungee jumping. I can imagine her taking Grayson on a date to go skydiving and then teasing him because he’d be a little scared still. I can also imagine her rolling her eyes at his and Ethan’s antics, but always helping them clean up afterward. She also definitely not mind the attention that their relationship would get from the fans, but she wouldn’t love it either. She’d overall just be really chill about the whole thing. I can also see Grayson with a girl maybe one or two years older than him possibly.

Ethan: I can imagine Ethan with a shorter, cute kind of girl who’s one of those girls who are really short and adorable but have a lot of energy to make up for it. She’d probably be really quirky, and would get excited over the smallest of things, which I think Ethan would love. She’d definitely be an animal lover, and be the type of girl who stalks puppies and kittens on Instagram as well. I can also imagine him really liking it when a girl wears oversized, knitted sweaters as well. They’d probably start off as friends, and Ethan would see her as cute from the start, but then he’d ask her out on a date and she’d get all dressed up and would just ultimately stun him with how gorgeous she would look. She’d probably be a lowkey romantic as well, and would love reading romantic novels. She’d also introduce Ethan to the world of chic-flics which he would pretend to hate, even though he actually wouldn’t mind them. And I think even though she’d have this good girl vibe she’d surprise everyone by having a really mature or maybe even dirty sense of humor. Everyone in the fandom would honestly love her though, and think of her as a Queen (including Ethan ofc) And omg giggles for days