i love you cheetos

Backyardigans / Cole Sprouse (brother x reader)

Hey, would you be able to write an imagine where the reader is Cole and Dylan’s little sister and she hasn’t seen Cole in ages since he has been away working on set. Dylan and Dayna hold like a small family dinner party or something and the reader sees Cole for the first time in months and it’s just rlly sweet cos he’s really protective of her and yeah lots of fluff, if that’s okay? And I’m love with your writing btw💞💞x

Warnings: idk. Fluff, I guess.

Word Count: 1,923

Characters: Cole Sprouse, Dylan Sprouse, Dayna Frazer, Matthew Sprouse


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You sat cross-legged on your bed, your laptop in front of you as you typed away, trying to finish your English and Lit class assignment before the 11:59pm  due date. (You procrastinated a lot. It was a bad habit). Taking a deep breath, you looked at your word count and let out a massive groan, starting to hit the keys a little harder. Sighing, you shut your laptop, getting off your bed and stretching your arms above your head. You grabbed your phone and then headed downstairs to the kitchen, seeing Dylan and his girlfriend, Dayna.

“Hey there, lovebirds.” You walked into the kitchen, opening the fridge and looking for something to eat. You furrowed your eyebrows, hearing Dayna and Dylan whispering to each other as you continued to look for something to eat.

“We’re having a family gathering tomorrow night. Just letting you know,” Dylan spoke. You closed the fridge, looking at Dylan and nodding. “Alright, then.” You continued to look through the pantry for something to eat. Grinning as you found a packet of Doritos tucked away at the back, you reached up, trying to grab them. Dylan came up behind you and got them down for you, handing them to you.

“Who’s coming?” You asked, sitting on the bar stool, next to Dayna, opening the Doritos and offering your brother’s girlfriend some. She grabbed a handful and you put the packet on the marble counter, leaning forward on your elbows.

“Uh, I have no idea. Dayna’s organising it.” He looked at Dayna, making her roll her eyes. She sat up straight, turning and looking at you. “Well, your dad and step-mum are coming, obviously. Dylan and I and someone else. I think it’s a cousin or something. An aunt?” Dayna looked at Dylan and he shrugged. “Just, be ready by 4:30 tomorrow okay? You’re helping me with dessert.” Dayna smiled and you nodded, grabbing the packet of Doritos.

“I’ll be in my room. I need to ring Cole for some English help.” You grinned, bounding back up the stairs to your bedroom.


“I hate school. I’m going to drop out and start a stupid YouTube career,” you huffed, typing away on your laptop as you heard Cole’s laugh through your headphones. “I’m being serious! Every teenager has probably studied ‘To Kill A Mockingbird’ and no one can tell me one simple answer to a question about- Ugh!” You whined, pushing your laptop off your lap and getting off your bed and walking around the room.

“C’mon, kiddo. You’ll be fine. You’ve got 2 more years and then you can go to University and study to be a Vet, okay?” Cole spoke. You sighed, opening your balcony doors and stepping outside. You took a deep breath, pulling your phone out and logging into Instagram.

“Okay. How’s this. When I come home-“

“In like 5 months,” you murmured, pouting.

“Yes. When I come home, in 5 months, I’ll take you to the cinema and we can watch every movie that’s on that day and we can eat so much popcorn, and then I’ll take you to In-N-Out and we can order so much food and then we’ll go home and play video games all night. How’s that, kiddo?” Cole suggested, making you put your phone back in your pocket and smile.

“Promise?” You looked at the time, seeing it was 3pm, and you took a deep breath. “I should go. I need to send this assignment in before midnight.” You added, turning around to go back into your room.

“I promise, and alright, kiddo. I’ll talk to you soon. I love you.”

“I love you too,” you smiled, hanging up the call.


You had finally finished your assignment, sending it in and now here you were, staring at the fairy lights that were strung above your bed. It was about 12:30 in the morning and you were exhausted –it was that point where you were too tired to close your eyes- and just wanted to sleep, but you couldn’t.

Getting off your bed, you pulled on your jacket and headed downstairs, your phone in hand as you used the flashlight so you didn’t wake anyone up when you turned all the lights on. Walking into the kitchen, you opened the fridge and sighed, leaning against the door, peering into the shelves.

“What are you doing up, kiddo?” You heard the voice of your dad, making you turn around and see him standing by the counter, wearing a pair of sweat pants and his old college shirt.

“I uh, I just finished my assignment not long ago and I’m hungry,” you laughed nervously, biting your lip. Your dad flicked the kitchen light on, making you wince at how bright it was. You turned back around, closing the fridge door and going to the pantry, grabbing the Cheetos (which you hated) and throwing the bag at your dad. “Thanks, kid.” He laughed, making you smile.

You and your father had a relationship that was different to Cole and Dylan’s, obviously. You were the last born, being the only girl in the family, you got a bit more spoilt, and since you were only 16, you still had a lot more spoiling to happen. You were the family princess.

Grabbing a packet of Fritos, you leant on the counter across from your dad, who was sitting on the chairs, you opened the corn chips and started to eat them.

“Cole told me you called him today. Something about dropping out of school and doing a YouTube career was mentioned.” He raised an eyebrow, making you giggle.

“I was having a bit of a meltdown. So many people have studies To Kill A Mockingbird and no one could give me a straight answer and I got mad. I’m definitely going to stay in school until Year 12 (im australian ok?) and I’m going to go to University.” You smiled, popping another chip into your mouth, looking at the glimmer of proudness in your dad’s eye.

“Well, you do you, Kiddo. I’m gonna head back up to bed. I love you.” He stood up, putting the Cheeto packet back in the pantry and kissed your head before heading up the stairs and disappearing onto the second floor. You sighed, grabbing a bottle of orange juice and going back upstairs to watch Vampire Diaries.


“(Y/N)! Get up!” You head a female voice shout, startling you from your sleep. You sat up in your bed, rubbing your eyes and looking at the figure at the end of your bed.

“Dayna? What on Earth are you doing? It’s like, 9 in the morning?” You groaned, falling backwards onto your pillows and looking at the ceiling. She had obviously opened your curtains, and your balcony door was also opened, letting the fresh air breeze into your room.

“No, (Y/N). It’s actually almost 1 in the afternoon. What time did you get to bed last night!?” She exclaimed, opening your closet doors and going through the clothes that were hanging up. She grabbed a grey hoodie and threw it on your bed. “I told you to be ready by 4:30, yes, but I expected you to come and save me from your brother and stop him from eating all the cookie dough!” She huffed, looking at you with a raised eyebrow. “Get up!”

“Okay, okay! Calm down.” You sat up, huffing and watching her go through your drawers now, looking at various pairs of shorts. She grabbed a pair of your blue denim ones and threw them on the bed, along with an olive green bralette. “Why are you picking my clothes out?” You asked, looking at the grey hoodie, which was your cropped one that had a rose on the left side of the chest.

“Because I know you will take forever, and I can put an outfit together easily, so here you go! Oh, and wear your Adidas Superstars, too.” She nodded, turning to leave the room. “Chop chop!” She clapped her fingers, looking over her shoulder with a grin on her face.

(Outfit: http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/set?id=223274611 )


You had gotten changed into the outfit Dayna had thrown together, and you were now throwing on your sneakers. Headed into the bathroom that was attached to both yours and Cole’s (old) room, you turned the light on and started to quickly put on some make up and spritz yourself with perfume before tucking your phone in your back pocket and jogging downstairs, hearing a commotion of people.

Once you walked into the kitchen, there were way more people than just your parents, Dayna and Cole and the unknown person. “Dylan!” You hissed as he walked past, grabbing his sleeve. “What happened to like, 6 people!?” You looked at the blonde brother who had a smudge of lipstick on his bottom lip.

“We may have lie- What are you doing?” He questioned as you rubbed at his lip with the sleeve of your hoodie. You rolled your eyes, crossing your arms once you had gotten rid of the pink-y colour.

“Lipstick.” You simply said and walked out the back to look for either Dayna or your dad. There was a lot of people out the back, but since your family had a huge entertaining patio, they usually put it to good use. Especially when you had parties.

“Oh, (Y/N)!” You heard a very familiar voice call out, making you stop in your tracks and let out a whine. Turning around slowly and plastering a fake smile on your lips, you walked towards the aunt that your whole family dreaded, but she still showed up at these events.


You had managed to find your dad and step-mum, and now everyone was sat down. You were sat next to Dayna and your dad, chewing on a piece of meat as you listened to the chatter. You hated socialising, it just wasn’t your forte, so you usually just sat there quietly, nodding and smiling whenever you needed to.

“Hey, (Y/N). This is the part where you might wanna pay attention and turn around.” You heard your dad whisper in your ear, nudging your side. You furrowed your eyebrows, finishing your mouthful of food and swivelling around in the chair you were sitting on.

Standing near the gate, a bag slung over his shoulder and wearing the stripy red and white shirt you gave him, was your older brother, who was supposed to be home in 5 months.

Cole looked up, a grin on his face as he saw you, his beloved little sister. “I expected a little more excitement from you, missy.”

Your brows furrows a little, but the realisation struck as he walked closer, and your eyes widened. “Oh my god!” You exclaimed, scrambling up from your seat and slipping through the gap between the two chairs. You almost tripped over the leg of the chair (but the chair fell over instead). This was probably the only time you were going to run, but as soon as your arms were around Cole’s shoulders, you almost started crying. “You’re home? But- I- You.” You fumbled on your words, not pulling away from the hug, since it was a much needed hug.

“Someone told me you were a bit mopey without your favourite brother around and you were getting sick of beating Dylan at Mortal Combat all the time.” Cole laughed, his arms tightly around your torso.

“I just, I can’t believe it.” You pulled away from the hug, looking up at your brother. “You’re home.”


Fandom: Marvel

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary: Bucky is munching on cheetos during your lazy movie night together.

Warning: smut, yeah! You didn’t expect that did ya?! 

A/N: This is for @charliexowrite ‘s birthday! And shout out to @poe-also-bucky for helping me come up with this! HAHAHA! ENJOY!

You came out of the bathroom wearing one of Bucky’s shirts and some cute undies. You were in your comfy clothes ready for a lazy movie night with your boyfriend. 

You got the dvd out from its case and slid it into the dvd player. Your door opened to reveal Bucky with his arms filled with a tray of snacks and drinks. He had changed into some sleep pants and a t-shirt. You hurriedly stood up and helped him out. Taking some things from him and setting them onto the bed. 

You took note of how many bags of cheetos there were and you laughed, “Why are there five bags of cheetos?”

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Hi loves, I guess it’s about time I make one of these to appreciate all the people that I have somehow convinced to press that follow button how even.! as well as the people that makes me wanna log on everyday I honestly forgot the exact day of my blog anniversary so I guess today will do for this post wink wonk c: It’s been about a year since I actively wrote for bts and got back into the army tumblr community and I’m happy the allure and fascination in writing did not leave me back then. First off, I really want to say thank you to all of you, sincerely, I never thought I would meet so many wonderful people on this website and the amount of talent in this fandom is astounding! Thank you for being so patient with me, for understanding that I’m a fickle writer at heart (them random ass updates) and thank you for letting me share my stories with you. The following people have been meaningful to me in someway, whether that is through the little things like the occasional message or some that I can truly count on to be there when I need them. 

Note, that more one of the below categories may apply to you but I like organizing it this way :’) also if I didn’t write a message for you it’s not because I love you any less but more like I’m trying real hard for this to not exceed a certain length and crash everyone’s app (HA). Please forgive me if I forgot anyone .. I really tried my best TTTT but believe me when I say if I have punched that follow button then I have loved you for a long long time. So without farther ado.. 

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anonymous asked:

hey lee, i wanted to know you're personal views on trump's ban. i'm cis, and would like a different outlook (bc rn i'm just enraged at the cheeto)... also, i want you to know you're loved <3

if you’re dumb enough to turn down thousands of potential fully able and willing soldiers, despite the horribly mislead and ignorant tweet calling trans ppl a burden, just out of spite, then “this country’s military and safety is my top priority” my ass


Originally posted by missxangels

It was quite intimidating - this situation that is. And it wasn’t only because he had a cocked gun Aimed at me with not only his whole gang behind him, but also his alliances. It was intimidating because of how close he was right now. Just a few feet. A few measly steps.

This was the closest we had been to each other in almost a year. And the last time we encountered this close wasn’t all to friendly. The screams and cries, the shoving and punches that where thrown. His pleads for me to stay echoed through my head, every word staining my mind at the desperation laced in them.

<I>“Please baby girl. Don’t do this. I swear I’ll make things better, we can make things work again. Just don’t go.”

I remember every whisper, every rasp and every crack that fell through his voice in those words. But never the less I responded to his cries with harsh words and a door slammed in his face.

But if i had know that walking out would come back to haunt me like this, would I have ever done it? Maybe? More then likely no.

It wasn’t because I was scared. Oh no- not in the slightest. I had no fear. But just simply the feeling running through my body was too much to bare. The feeling of hurt, seeing him standing there with that girl - that bitch - wrapped in his arms.

That used to be me. It should still be me but I was too selfish to stay. To let him try again.

He hadn’t done anything wrong but I was too blinded by anger to realise that. In my eyes, he had committed the worst felony in our relationship. He neglected me, and i thought I would never forgive him for that. But if I had just not allowed the anger to consume me the way it had, and just realised that I wasn’t just Jason’s only priority, maybe I wouldn’t be standing here right now.

Guns raised, smirks settled on faces, some in pure bliss, others in shock. A year ago, tell me Jason would be pointing a gun to my head one day and I would have called you crazy. But here I was.

“What are you doing here?! This is my land Jason.” But I couldn’t show the hurt. The bitter sour taste on my tongue I received from seeing him with the girl. From what everyone knew, I was totally over Jason, and completely willing to put a bullet in his head if necessary. If only they knew that if it came down to that, I would rather put it in my own before I would let him die. I was utterly in love with him.

“Is that so? Well, in that case, speaking of things that are ours, why don’t you give back that little thing you stole.” He smirked in a not so friendly way.

“What the fück are you talking about? We haven’t taken shit from you.” I spoke quickly, lacing my voice with intimidation.

“Really? Cause that ring your wearing says otherwise.” Jason spat. “Now where could someone like you, possibly find the money for a stunningly expensive ring like that?”

“Shut the fuck up Jason you know well that I make just as much profit as you do. Where equals.”

“Not at the moment where not” he suddenly added “not right since you have almost over 2 millions dollars that belongs to me.”

“No one stole your money Jason. My gang isn’t as desperate as yours. We wouldn’t steal from anyone with the same amount or maybe more fire power then us.” I stated, as if it where the most obvious thing in the world.

Jason chuckled, his head low but gun still firm in place, pointed straight towards me and my gang. My hand growing tired from mimicking his actions, only my gun pointed on him. “Y/N. I’ve known you long enough to think you were going to say something like that. You always had a way of persuading people into believing things. Especially things that aren’t true.”

My hands fisted at my sides, very much knowing that right now, he wasn’t talking about ‘stolen money’. He was more so talking about our relationship. How I had persuaded him into thinking he wasn’t spending enough time with me, that it was all his fault our relationship didn’t work out. But it was easy to pin point the fact that it was really my fault. And Jason was right - i was good at persuading people otherwise. That’s what happens when your Americas most wanted female.

“You have no business being here Jason and I have every right to sink a bullet in your skull.” I stated but we both knew that wasn’t happening. We both knew that when it came to him, I was too soft. I was weak for his love. Love that no longer existed. At least not for me.

Jason shook his head, fake amusement plastered on his face. “I only came here for one thing Y/N, and I really don’t feel like wasting a perfectly good bullet on something as irrelevant as your brain so let’s make a deal.”

A scoff left my mouth, eyes rolling as I tried my hardest to hide the hurt effect his words left me. “And what do you propose that would be?”

“It I’m being honest your gang isn’t such a bad alliance. This area is getting a little bit rough and I need all the ally I can get. Despite some obvious tense past-” his eye darted around to everyone, a look of knowing on the face at the mention of our failed relationship. “-I think we could make a good team.”

“What are you saying McCann?” My eyes narrowed in on his face. Voice low and steady.

“You give me my money - we become your ally.”

Now your probably thinking- ‘why the hell would you say yes?!’ Well truth is, Jason’s Gang and my own have some tension. We’ve been attacked a few times by his gang before. Lost a few members. Out of all the gangs in North America, his one was our largest threat, especially with himself holding the title of Americas most wanted male.

So making amends with him wouldn’t actually be as bad idea as you would think. Nodding my head slowly in thought, my mind drifted back to the current situation at hand. “Alright well…any good gang leader would be foolish to pass up a deal of one like this. And knowing you for a while myself, I trust that you present your deals fairly….Okay McCann. You have yourself a deal.”

Jason smirked, his mouth turning upwards in victory as I blew a sharp whistle past my plump Lips, motioning my fingers forward.

A gang member of mine - Zayn, came forward with a large, black, leather briefcase, unlocking the latches until it stood open, revealing the large sum of cash inside which we had - actually - stolen from Jason.

Jason repeated my gesture, motioning someone forward. Someone I recognised as Khalil, Jason’s right hand man. Khalil and I where actually rather close during
the time Jason and I dated. Too bad that went to waste.

Khalil walked across the bounds to me and my gang, stopping short just inched in front of the brief case. Now this is what right hand mans are for. They’re skilled in things such as calculating large sums of money with only there eyes. amazing? - yes. Crazy? - not for us.

“It’s all good Jay. 2 mill- exact.” Khalil announced.

Jason smirked once again, clicking the safety back on his gun before slowly lowering it away from my head, and back down to The floor.

“Well then L/N. Nice doing business with ya.”

With a swift movement, Khalil had locked the briefcase shut and taken it out of Zayns grasp, strolling back over to Jason and his gang which had already begun leaving.

Jason spun on his heels, arm still draped around the barbie looking girl fitted in cloths sized for a 10 year old before suddenly stopping in his tracks. Craning his head to peer over his shoulder back at me, I watched as his smirk never faltered, opening his mouth to say,

“Oh and Y/n, sweetheart, I suggest laying off the Cheetos. I mean, I know you love them but your starting to let yourself go a little, don’t you think?”

The girl on his arm opened her mouth, allowing a not so attract snort to escape it before continuing on her way with Jason.

On the outside, I showed no emotion, eyes never wincing or giving away any sign of hurt, but on the inside I was crying, clawing the walls of my brain to run after him and beg for his love once again.

My mind was a dangerous place. I was unstable, no matter what people chose to believe, no matter what I told myself. I was really just a ticking time bomb waiting to implode on itself. But not physically. It was all mental. How much longer before I finally had a mental breakdown and gave up on hiding my emotion?

How much longer before people finally look at me as not a ruthless leader, but instead a weak, unworthy girl who was too caught up in a lost relationship that had already withered away months ago?

And it was because of him. One person. One ruthless killer.


Jason - fücking - McCann.

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anonymous asked:

This is gonna sound weird but RFA + mini trio reacting to seeing MC putting cheetos on her hamburger like no mustard, ketchup, or anything. Just top bun, cheetos on the meat then bottom bun lol. But it turns out she does this bc she hates hamburgers and if offered hamburgers she doesn't want to be impolite by declining. So she puts cheetos to hide the meat taste. Lmao sorry that sounds weird but I do that a lot haha

*LOL, I find this more.. special than weird. I’ve never heard of this, but it might taste good, lmao. Thanks for the request! Enjoy!

♥ You made dinner tonight.
♥ Zen was excited to eat.
♥ It looked sooo good!
♥ You got Zen’s plate ready, and he saw that you had nothing on yours.
“Babe, you didn’t have to make my plate. Look at how plain yours is!!”
♥ You just smiled.
♥ You grabbed a bag of Cheetos from the cupboard,
♥ Zen was like ???? ok
♥ That was, until..
♥ u put a layer of Cheetos in ur burger
Zen was so confused?
“MC.. why did you put the Cheetos on the burger..?”
“I like it that way.”
♥ He didn’t question you about it again, but he always picks on you for it.

You ordered in some food!
☏ You guys got some burgers and other sides of food.
☏ You got some sides and a burger,
☏ And you scoffed.
☏ Saeyoung was complexed.
“What’s wrong, MC?”
☏ You sighed.
“I asked for a plain burger, but it’s fine.”
☏ Saeyoung just chuckled and continued to eat while you two watched cat videos.
☏ You picked all the toppings off,
☏ Grabbed a bag of Cheetos..
☏ .. and piled them on the meat.
☏ Saeyoung turned around and was interested.
“Can I have some? I wanna try!!”
☏ He loves it as much as you do!

φ The chefs made burgers that night,
φ Very fancy.
φ It had a special sauce, dashes of tasteful spices.
φ It had.. no appeal to you.
φ Jumin saw you didn’t like it.
φ “Dear, what is the problem?”
φ “I like burgers plain.. and with Cheetos on them.”
φ “Oh.. I will get what you like, my love.. but please,

what are Cheetos?”
φ bby u bouta get ur world rocked
φ You tell him the magic of Cheetos, and how when on burgers..
φ It’s as if a kitten made it.
φ He asks the chefs to make do with your request.
φ He tries it with you,
φ Jumin LIKES it.
φ “This is interesting, I think we might have it more often..”

You guys made dinner together!
★ You two then continued to get your plates.
★ Yoosung quickly sat down and dug in, because it looked so good..
★ You put the usual on your burger!
★ Yoosung didn’t notice until he heard a louder crunch from your burger.
★ He looked up and was astonished.
★ His jaw was on his plate, lol.
“Y-Yoosung? Are you okay..?”
“MC, why are there.. Cheetos?”
“They taste good.”
★ Yoosung grins.
“As long as you like it, it’s good with me!!”
★ He never forgets to put the Cheetos on your burger when he makes it for you!!
★ Doesn’t think twice about it, he immediately accepts it.

✎ You two got some burgers from the new restaurant across the café.
✎ As Baehee was getting out the food, you went to the breakroom.
You came back with a bag of Cheetos
✎ You started to pick off the toppings..
✎ And then, bAM!
✎ Cheetos!
✎ Jaehee just kept giggling.
“That’s just so.. absurd.. it’s amusing.”
✎ You laughed and flicked her, continuing to eat.
✎ You two kept going at it until it was the end of lunch-break.
✎ She won’t let you live it down.

☽ You two went out at a nice restaurant that is new in town.
☽ You ordered a burger, while he ordered spaghetti.
☽ You brought a bag of fucking Cheetos.
☽ Jihyun heard the pop of the bag.
“MC.. did you-“
☽ He laughed,
“You’re so funny.”
☽ You discreetly unsheathe the Cheetos, and apply them to the burger.
☽ You both eat happily, giggling every chance you get.
You two still laugh about it going home.

☡ You two got burgers and brought them home.
☡ You got your Cheetos.
☡ Before you even open the bag,
☡ Saeran gets on it.
“Give me some.”
☡ He fucking LOVES it.
☡ Maybe even more than you do.
☡ You guys share your favorite bizarre food.
☡ Saeran tells you how it’s the best, just like ice-cream!!
What a bean.

✖ You made dinner that night.
✖ You two sat down and started to eat.
✖ Vanderwood then saw the orange bag pop open.
✖ You were too interested in the food that you ignored him.
✖ You finished your masterpiece and took a bite.
✖ You laughed so hard,
✖ You almost choked.
✖ Vanderwood is extremely confused,
✖ You explain why it tastes so good and..
he is still a grumpy ass

*I HOPE THIS IS OKAY! I am so tired, but my power went out yesterday so I couldn’t post! I will be working all day tomorrow, though!! Btw, I get my eyes checked on Tuesday, I may get glasses! Anyways, I hope you liked this! Goodnight / day. – Admin Shayne

I didn’t get this far to just throw my hands up and walk away. If you wanna know the truth. I made a decision. That night in your room, I knew. I’m a nervous person. I’m in love with music and the stars. I love the way you say my name. I didn’t get this far for you to get bored with me. Day in and day out for weeks I had the chance to change my mind. I could have decided I was too afraid to try this. But I didn’t get this far to lose it all now. So here it goes… I’m afraid of spiders, you already know that. I hate the color of bran new sweats. My shoes never stay clean. I like watching old Disney movies like camp rock because it makes me happy how goofy they are. I know I’m too serious but I also know you’re changing that. Slowly but I can feel it. I hate lasagna just because of the weird cheese. I love the sound of pianos. Making you smile is my favorite way to spend my time. I’m afraid of the dark. I love apples dipped in caramel. I prefer wine to beer but I don’t tell anyone because I like to look tough. I complain about you hogging the blankets or me not being able to sleep.. but half the time I really just stayed up watching you sleep or telling you how I feel. I didn’t make it this far to lose you now. I don’t trust cats not to spill my water. I adore love movies. I hate rap music but listening to you rap makes me smile. I look at the ceiling three times when I walk into a room for the first time. I tap my fingers on the steering wheel when I want to say something but I’m nervous. I love 80’s music. I get grumpy when I’m scared. Instead of facing my fear with any other emotion, I tend to lean towards anger. I didn’t make it this far to watch this go up in flames. I love you. I love your curly hair, brown eyes and that laugh. Dammit I love your laugh. I love that you make me smash the spiders even though you know I hate them too. I love sharing my cheetos with you. I didn’t make it across the country and back into your life for no reason. So here I am.
—  Rant
Heres what dating Shane Dawson would include:

- “I can’t tell if I love you or Cheeto more”

-literally laying in bed all day and hearing him yell “FUCK” and just excepting that your house is on fire for views

- “Shane Lee Dawson, you aren’t that big and even if you were the biggest person in the world I’d still be in love with you”

-Treating each other’s stress with Target runs that turn into Taco Bell runs.

-Drew and Garrett being your best friend and having a group chat of them + Shane

- You do something simple like take off your shirt to change or put your hair in a bun/running your hands through it and his response is “Yas queen”

-Helping him deal with his mental issues, and him feeling guilty about it secretly

-Him doing the same for you, and going all out the following week trying to make you happy

-Shane’s mom calling you to chat multiple times a week, and texting his brother back and forth occasionally

-Doing his makeup when you’re both bored and because you know he loves it

-Occasionally worrying about him leaving you to get back with Lisa, and once or twice it causing fights…

-But he reassures you that he loves you and she can’t take you away from him (please note: I’m not saying Lisa WOULD actively try to make that happen, personally, I’m a very jealous person and if it were me that would TOTALLY happen. Nothing on Lisa, I love her!)

- “Come watch some weird YouTube videos with me!” “No, it’s not for a video I just want to show you these” -Unconditional love and being treated like a GOD


FIC REC: Of The River And The Sea by Aleycat4eva [x] [x]

 What’s great is the giant blue shark kid is arguably the most ‘normal’ of this little group. Pretty sure Zabuza just looks for ways to get out of wearing shirts. Whoops, almost got clipped by those shuriken, aw look, shirts ripped - welp no point in keeping it now. You lil’ shit.