i thought i would just mess around for a bit

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Category: One-shot, Humor, Reader Insert, possibly “Fluff” but heaps of snark, so maybe… let’s say a 2.5 on the fluff scale
Rating: Teen & Up
Character(s): Dean, Sam, “You”, Cas [ever-so-briefly*** ]
Pairing(s): Perhaps. I imagine it’ll depend on how pissed “you” are and how well Dean apologizes, right? [Nash leans over and whispers in your ear: You’ll have to read it - stories are better when you don’t know the endings]
Warnings: Nope.
Word Count: A hardly noticeable 3K, should fly right by.
Author’s Note: After the story.
Overall Summary: Dean, you thing-breaking dumbass, this is why we can’t have *nice* things.  


“I broke it.”

Dean immediately made some sort of slightly cringy face that I’m guessing he thought came off as adorable, then Sam looked over his shoulder at me with the same routine, albeit nervously.

I couldn’t say what expression my face had taken on, but Castiel was staring at me like I was either going to vomit or combust.

“It was an accident,” Sam tried. And failed. I was seething.

“I can’t kill you, I know, ‘cause that never seems to take,” I said to Dean. “But I sure as hell can beat the tar out of you.”

Dean narrowed his eyes a bit at me, and I knew he was trying to judge if I was serious.

I was serious.

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teen choice awards

requested: “can you do one where shawn meets y/n backstage or something and shes like shy but interesting at first and occasionally he gets her to sing, she sings a whintey houston-ish song you know a big ballad and he’s blown away and wants to make her famous.”

also requested: “hi bb I love your writings!! Could you please write something where y/n is a famous singer and meets Shawn at the Teen Choice Awards and they hit it off/flirt/exchange numbers? Probably kinda weird but I would love it!!!! xoxo” authors note: i thought i would sorta combine these two and i hope y'all don’t mind. also, this imagine is rather long and it takes a bit of time to get to the point so i apologize. i was just trying to figure everything out and make sure it all made sense. idek.

“Please work.” You mumbled to yourself while messing around with the lens on you camera. For some reason it wouldn’t click right whenever you tried to put it on, and you were terrified at the fact that it could be broken. You worked as a photographer and tonight your job was to take pictures of the celebrities who performed at the Teen Choice Awards. You’ve been photographing moments for as long as you can remember but you’ve never had this big of an opportunity until now. You had already met several celebrities backstage and you were in awe at how humble some of them were, and also how rude some of them were. Everyone was different and it was interesting to see.

“Are you okay?” You heard a voice say and you quickly looked up, taking your glasses off and resting them on your head. You really only needed glasses to see things up close, but whenever you were talking to someone or doing anything else, you didn’t need them, and sometimes they’d give you a headache. Before you could respond, the voice spoke up again.

“Oh cool, what kind of camera is that?” It took you a minute to realize, but once you blinked hard a few times, you finally noticed that Shawn Mendes was talking to you. The Shawn Mendes from Vine, the kid you had a huge crush on when you first discovered him in Magcon.

“Canon 5d mark iii.” You said shyly trying hard to hide your flustered cheeks and pounding heart.

“Cool. My friend is a photographer and he’s actually here taking some pics. I assume that’s what you’re doing too? Oh sorry, I totally forgot to even introduce myself, I’m Shawn.” He smiled wide and stuck out his hand. You awkwardly put down your camera on the nearest table and stood up to shake his hand before saying, “I’m Y/N.”

“So is everything okay? I didn’t mean to eavesdrop but it sounded like you were having some trouble.” Shawn said politely. He was just as sweet as his fanbase always said he was.

“Oh yeah, I’m fine. I was just having trouble putting my lens on. But it’s okay.” You said laughing a little, trying to make things more casual. You always laughed whenever you got nervous. After a few extra minutes of small talk with Shawn, he eventually had to go on stage to perform and you had to be out there too, taking pictures. You got some good shots of several different celebrities so you were proud of yourself. As the evening went on, it got later and you got tired. Your photography instructor told you take however many pictures you wanted, and she didn’t give you any time frames, so you figured you would give yourself a small break, and sit backstage on one of the couches and listen to Ariana Grande’s performance. She sang her powerful song Dangerous Woman which you loved. Ariana’s voice was strong and beautiful and you always wished you could sing something like that. After you sang along to Ariana’s performance, you decided to sing the song again but by yourself since it seemed that no one was around to hear your mediocre singing voice.

“Makessss me feel like a dangerous wommannn.” You flipped through snapchat stories on your phone as you belted out the rest of her song. You sang the last line, and your heart jumped out of your chest when all of a sudden you heard someone clapping. You almost dropped your phone.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you. But that was incredible Y/N!” It was Shawn. Shawn Mendes was talking to you again. You sat there wide eyed, with bright red cheeks feeling a bit embarrassed about the fact that he just heard you sing, but you also felt slightly confused about the fact that he said it was incredible. You never thought your voice was really any good. You sang in choirs before, and you sing in the shower and in the car, but you always looked at singing as a hobby. You wished for it to be something more, but that never seemed realistic to you.

“Uh, thank you!” You said with a small smile, and putting your phone in your back pocket.

“That voice of yours deserves to be on the radio or something, seriously. How long have you been singing?” Shawn walked over, and sat down next to you on the couch.

“I don’t know, for as long as I can remember?” You laughed shyly, and looked at him, still wondering why he even thought you sounded good. Was he messing with you? Were you being pranked?

“You shouldn’t be sitting on a couch backstage, you should be performing, on stage.” Shawn was sitting rather close to you, and his voice was soft. He sounded genuine. You were in shock. Shawn Mendes, someone you thought had the voice of an angel, was saying that you had a good voice. And you didn’t know what to say, so you just looked down and smiled, trying to remain as humble as possible.

Two years later

You played with the cord of the microphone as you tried to keep a straight face, while being interviewed backstage at the Teen Choice Awards. “You’ve gotten quite popular so quickly, do you ever miss when you weren’t famous?” The woman said to you with a smile on her face.

“Of course, but I love this job. I’m grateful either way.” You said simply. After a few more questions, you finally finished the interview. You sat backstage while people reapplied makeup, and you chatted with whoever else was getting their makeup done. Several people congratulated you on your new album that was just released, and you thanked them. Your life has drastically changed after your old friend Shawn Mendes had convinced you to post a over on YouTube. After you did, he shouted you out, causing you to gain thousands of followers and soon enough you were signed. But that was two years ago. You and Shawn talked as friends for maybe 6 months and then stopped. You don’t know why but it just happened. Both of your lives were busy, so you didn’t really let it bother you. Just as you were thinking of someone you haven’t spoken to for so long, Shawn walked into the room backstage. You pretended not to notice by looking at yourself in the mirror, fixing any mistakes your makeup artists made. You weren’t a makeup expert but sometimes your makeup artist didn’t know what looked good on you.

“Y/N?” You heard him. Shawn. You saw him now too. You saw him behind you in the reflection of the mirror and you quickly turned around.

“Shawn!” You said kindly giving him an awkward hug.

“It’s been so long. How are you? Congrats on your album by the way.” He scratched the back of his neck as he spoke.

“Thank you! And I’m great, how are you?”

You remembered very well when you met Shawn two years ago, at this exact place. It was crazy how you went from taking pictures of celebrities, to actually becoming a celebrity and now you watched people take pictures of you. You and Shawn talked for about 20 minutes or so. The awards show was technically over and you were supposed to be attending an afterparty but instead you were here talking with Shawn. You both caught up on each other’s lives and eventually you exchanged numbers. You had his number from two years ago, but apparently it was changed.

“I’m sorry for not talking to you for so long. I’m glad we caught up though, and I’d love to take this conversation further sometime, somewhere else.” Shawn’s cheeks were a pretty pink and it made you smile. Was he asking you on a date?

“Like.. Where?” You teased him and laughed, titling your head.

“You ever been to that coffee shop downtown?”

“I haven’t actually.” And so Shawn and you skipped the afterparty and went on a simple date to the coffee shop, and talked for the rest of the night.

female leader | tommy shelby

tommy goes to the pub to meet another gang leader about business, bumps into a girl who turns out to be the gang leader and tommy is basically shocked cause he was expecting a man

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Originally posted by christinaisrighthere

“What’s a pretty woman like you doing in the a pub like this?” You looked to the side of you to see Tommy Shelby, the leader of the peaky blinders.  

You’d both arranged to meet up here to discuss some business involving Billy Kimber. The two of you had never met though, meaning he was probably expecting a man.  

“She’s waiting.” You answered, not wanting to tell him that you were the one waiting for him.  

“Oh yeah, who for?” He asked, sitting down on the stool next to you. The young man behind the bar quickly placed a drink in front of Tommy. He hurried away, trying his hardest not to look at him.  

“You not gonna pay for that?” You asked.  

“Nope.” He answered. “Are you going to answer my question?”  

“You don’t need to know who I’m waiting for. If you knew then I think you might run away. I heard he’s the nastiest guy around here.”  

“Really?” He smirked. “Does his name happen to be Thomas?”  

“Nope.” You smirked back. “I’ll tell you what, how about you buy me another drink and you can sit with me.”  

“Happily.” He shouted over to the barman for another drink.  

“Pay for it.” You demanded. “This is somebody’s business and your just taking money outta their pocket.”  

He huffed before throwing a few coins down on the bar. “Happy now?”  

“Yeah, so happy.” You mumbled sarcastically. “So, why are you here?”  

“Meeting a man about some business.”  

“A man?” You questioned.  

“Yeah, why?”  

You shrugged your shoulders and turned your head away from him. Members of your gang that had met Tommy Shelby before had warned you not to your normal sarcastic self around him. He had no morals and didn’t care who he hurt. You wasn’t afraid of no man, especially Tommy Shelby.  

“Tell me something about yourself.” He demanded. You rolled your eyes and looked at him.  

“You demanding?” You asked, tilting your head to the side slightly.  

“Maybe I am.”  

“Well don’t fucking demand to me. Okay?”  

“Bloody hell, you’re a feisty one.” He laughed loudly, obviously not taken back by my attitude. “I like a girl who talks back.”  

“You’d love me then.”  

“Maybe one day. Who knows?” He wears a cheaky smile as he continues to flirt.  

You wondered if Tommy would be like this if he knew who you was. He said himself that he was expecting a man to be the leader of the gang he was meeting. A part of you wanted to reveal that you were the person he was meant to be meeting but you wanted to carry on with the game you were playing until he realised, that’s if he did.  

“You’re so interesting.” You said, rubbing your hand up and down his arm. “Bet people are scared of you round here.”  

“I guess they are. It’s more of a respect thing though. People round here know that if they start shit with the peaky blinders then they’ll be consequences, that’s why most of them do as we say.” He replied. “Why are you being like this?”

“Being like what, Tommy?” You looked up at him and gave him the best flirtatious smile you could.  

“Well, I would say that you’re flirting with me.” His hand came down to your waist, slowly dragging it along the curves of your body. “Not that I’m complaining of course.”  

“I’m just trying to find out your weaknesses.” You removed his hand from your body and brought the glass of whiskey to your mouth.  

“Why would you do that?” He looked at you with confusion.  

“I mean, if we are going to be working together then I need to know your weaknesses, incase you try to pull any shit on us.” You chuckled.  

“Oh, so you’ve been sent by your boss to discuss the arrangements? Why didn’t you tell me when I first walked in.”  

You laughed loudly, placing your hand on Tommy’s chest for extra effect. “You must be kidding me. I am the boss and because I thought it would be fun to mess you around a bit.”  

“Jesus Christ, you’re the boss. Times are changing.” He joked. “No denying that I’m shocked. However, judging by the past fifteen minutes I’ve just spent with you I kinda see it. Bossy, fierce, one heck of a body.”  

“What does my body have to do with anything?” You asked.  

“I’m just saying that I bet you can look after yourself in fights.” He answered, a cheeky grin plastered on his face. “Wanna know something?”  

“Not really but go ahead.”  

“I think me, you, the peaky blinders are gonna make one hell of a team.” He paused. “How about we grab one last drink,  then you can come over to my place and meet the rest of the blinders.”  

“One condition, you pay for the drink.”  

“Understood darling.”  

dayriderbusking-done  asked:

Hello there! The Netflix series has rekindled my love of this series. From reading your theories, I especially loved the LS is the taxi driver in TWW/TPP. Following on from someone else's question, the taxi driver is very clearly not Lemony in the Netflix adaptation. As Handler is helping with the show, does that debunk it, or has he cleared that the universes are separate?

Hello, @dayriderbusking-done! I take it you’re talking about this theory: (Link).

It astounds me that people are still unsure whether the TV show and the books happen in a different universe. The series has gone out of its way to edit the original plot. Yes, it had done so with Daniel Handler’s full blessing and participation, but it’s still not canonical. Different continuities.

Here’s what the author has to say on the subject:

Paste: You mentioned the grander VFD conspiracy, coming up with a way to work that in. When one reads the first four books, they’re more stand-alone stories. Did you bring in VFD to take it from four distinct stories to one cohesive season?

Handler: I guess that was part of it. Mostly, I would say it was two things. One is that TV and film are really literal media. You can’t imply that something might be happening, you have to kinda show it or not. So a lot of the mystery that’s lurking around the edges in the early books had to be stitched out a little bit more or eliminated. And then it just seemed to me, in adapting it for TV, that I didn’t want to mess with the original narrative line that much. So the stories of the Baudelaires are very faithful to the books, but I thought a fun thing to do would be to add things.

Paste: To that end, adding the Quagmire parents [Will Arnett and Cobie Smulders] was brilliant. As a book reader, I was like, “What? The Baudelaire parents didn’t survive, did they?” Then you get to “The Miserable Mill” and it’s a total mindfuck. How did that twist come to mind?

Handler: We were just thinking about different ways of stitching in a mystery, and it was an idea that I liked right away. I liked the idea that fans of the books would be upset for most of the first season, thinking “I can’t believe they changed it,” and then would suddenly be relieved, and then people who were unfamiliar with the books would be relieved and then suddenly not.

[Daniel Handler’s Interview with Paste by Zach Blumenfeld, “A Series of Unfortunate Events Author Daniel Handler on Bringing the Baudelaire Orphans’ Miserable World to Netflix”, January 20, 2017 (Link)]

So yeah, even though the writers don’t want to completely alter the plot, they’re fully embracing the changes. There’s even a scene in the seventh episode where Arthur Poe literally panics and screams that things have gone completely “off-book” to Daniel Handler’s face (he makes a cameo as a fishmonger).

Therefore the TV Show and the books use a completely different canon. I would really advise against using elements of the TV Show to theorize about the books’ content (or vice-versa, for that matter).

Did you have to go back and reexamine the series’ overarching mystery for this adaptation?
The conversations in the various rooms were about how to lay in a big, hovering mystery that would be suitable for TV, and that’s really the big change in the adaptation — to make that mystery more present and to make it something that you need to notice. In a book, you can put in a stray sentence, and if you’re reading the book obsessively, your eyes will eventually fall on that sentence. But in television, you either have to make a mystery or you don’t. You can’t say, “I hope that people look under the table.” They won’t look under the table unless the camera looks under the table for them.

Has the mystery itself significantly changed from the books?
I would say that the destination is the same, but the route is different.

Is there anything you wrote (or didn’t write) in the books that, now that it’s a TV show, you regret writing (or not writing)?
Not too many specific things, but I would say that in general, my entire literary career is one of regret and despair, so just to re-read A Series of Unfortunate Events in preparation for this project was a little like going through old yearbooks. I’m used to being a constant disappointment to myself, so some individual sentence that turned out to be troublesome was kind of small potatoes next to a general feeling of failure.

[…]

How precious are you about the material, on a scale of J.K. Rowling to P.L. Travers?
I love that scale. I have a sense that when you write a book the way you want, which certainly happened with me, then you have that unfettered, uncompromised vision already. And so [for the TV series], I wasn’t the sort of person who said, “Well, I never pictured the window in Uncle Monty’s house to look like this! Everybody stop, we have to rebuild it according to the blueprint I have in my head.” I was more interested in what would people think or do. That isn’t to say we never argued or disagreed, but I was more interested in people having a good time and coming together to make something that seemed exciting, rather than laying it against page 57 of a book and saying, “No, wait a minute.”

[Daniel Handler’s Interview with Entertainment by Mark Snetiker, January 11 2017 (Link)]

Choosing the wrong priorities part 3

This is a wrap up to my previous imagines which you can find here: 

Part one: 

http://harryimaginedstories.tumblr.com/post/147355012373/choosing-the-wrong-priorities-part-1

One two:

http://harryimaginedstories.tumblr.com/post/147409101738/choosing-the-wrong-priorities-part-2 

Picture is not mine. Though I wish I would have ever gotten close enough to him to take it.

The prevailing silence of the lightless room was interrupted only by the soft sound of our breathing and the gentle tab from thousands of tiny raindrops quietly pattering against the window. My body had been covered with two thick blankets to protect myself against the cold, yet the main warmth was provided from the strong, male body laying behind me. Harry’s tattooed arms were both slung around my waist and he held me close while he pressed himself against my back. I couldn’t help but smile out of pure joy and relief as my eyes focused on our interlocked hands, resting just above my chest. It brought me more joy now than it had a few hours ago, when my hand had been clasped tightly in Harry’s and I had struggled to follow him as he’d led me down the stairs.

His fingers had still felt slightly sticky from wiping the last remaining tears off my cheeks, but he didn’t seem to have noticed. My heart had beat in a hammering rhythm and my knees had felt awfully weak. Yet Harry had walked straight to the living room with more confidence than I could ever have mustered, a living room that was packed with celebrities. He hadn’t let go of my hand.

“Harry,” I had urged and pulled at his arm. He’d stopped to turn to me and frowned when I attempted to free my hand again.  "You should let go now.“

At first, my words didn’t seem to have made much sense to him, but eventually the coin dropped and the cocky smile I secretly loved so much appeared on his lovely face.

"You’re staying right here by my side,” he’d decided. “And if anyone asks, you’re my girlfriend.”

“Harry,” I’d warned but all he’d done was wink and turn to pull me into the crowd. I had found it difficult to wrap my head around this new attitude of his. Months of us sneaking around and going to ridiculous lengths to keep our relationship a secret had forced me to almost become invisible next to him. A quiet and inconspicuous shadow.

Tonight however, Harry was having none of it. We had previously decided that a few quick goodbyes were appropriate before we’d leave and as always, the moment Harry had entered the room, all the attention seemed to shift onto him. It had felt as if everyone wanted a piece of him. I had decided stick to standing at his side and to keep my focus on our connected hands.

At first no one else had noticed, but after a few minutes of him talking to fellow musicians my eyes had caught a few glances drifting down to mine and Harry’s interlocked fingers. Mostly female glances. One woman in particular stared at us and when her eyes found mine she, to my great surprise,  smiled. The amount of confidence that simple gesture had given me almost seemed ridiculous. But my joy was short lived, because the next female I’d noticed practically staring at us was no one other than a tall, thin and dark haired woman, who’d had her mouth against Harry’s earlier that same night. Kendall Jenner. I’d instantly tensed and tried to avoid any eye contact with her. The pit of my stomach had oddly decided on a mixture of guilt and insecurity at the same time. The thought of Harry wanting me instead of her seemed even more ridiculous when she was present. What if she was now angry at me because she had believed that they would become a thing again? Harry had stayed clueless, while my heart had dropped when Kendall pushed herself forward and closer to us until she’d stood directly in front of me.

“You must be Y/N, am I right?” she asked in her melodic voice that somehow didn’t drown in the loud pop music playing from about five speakers at once. Unable to form a proper sentence I’d just nodded.

“Oh dear, I am so sorry!” she had exclaimed and placed one of her hands on my arm. “Jeff  told me about the deal being off literally just now!” She shook her head in exasperation.

“I would never want to interfere in your relationship to Harry. He’s really just a friend to me and I never meant to hurt you by making you think otherwise.”

She’d quickly continued before I could say something. “I know it doesn’t look like I did it for the cameras, but I was under the impression that we were meant to make out while dancing. So that it’d look realistic, you know. Guess I got that wrong too, I’m sorry.”

She’d sighed in relief of having gotten it all out and she stared at me with wide eyes and flushed cheeks. Knowing that she’d expected me to say something, all I could sincerely say once I’d found my voice again, was, “It’s okay, Kendall.”

Finally Harry had realized who I was talking to and he quickly apologized to Kendall for whatever it was he’d thought he had to apologize for. My heart had squeezed happily when he’d finished their short chat by saying: “I’m gonna head home with my girlfriend now.”

Even escaping the paparazzi was different now. He hadn’t forced me to quickly walk ahead of him before anyone could snap a proper picture like he normally had. Now he had held my hand tightly and led the way to his car in a comfortable speed. It was as if he’d wanted them to take pictures of us. Once he’d told his driver where to go, Harry had wrapped one arm around my shoulder and pulled me into his side. Though I’d enjoyed it, this new behavior did freak me out a little. Once we’d reached the apartment building I was currently staying in I’d thought I’d try and asked Harry to stay the night what he’d accepted to my surprise. He normally never did. He’d gone from wanting to hide me to being comfortable with the whole world knowing about us in three days. How genuinely could that be?

“Babe, would you mind stop moving around all the time?” Harry murmured behind me. I jerked in surprise at his raspy voice and he gave me a reassuring squeeze.

“I thought you were asleep,” I whispered back.

“I was,” Harry chuckled softly, “but you nestling around woke me up, darling. Are you having trouble falling asleep?”

I shook my head and turned in his arms to look at him. He closed his eyes and sighed happily when I carefully moved my knuckles across his cheek. A smile graced his lips when my eyes locked with his sparkling green ones again.

“What’s on your mind,” he asked, his voice hoarse.

I shrugged, unsure of how to explain my confused emotions. I didn’t want to hurt him by voicing my doubt in him, but I knew I couldn’t lie either. He patiently waited and playfully squeezed my hips to get me to answer his question.

“I love you,” I whispered and watched with delight yet another big smile spread on his lips.

“Love you, too, darling,” he answered and turned his head to press a kiss on my hand that still rested against his cheek. “But that’s not what you were thinking about.”

“It was,” I murmured, “among with other things.”

He frowned and pulled my body closer against his as he turned to lay on his back. I sighed contently and wished he’d let it go so we could simply enjoy this moment together. I knew that he wouldn’t be too happy about my thoughts. If we’d both just close our eyes, maybe the fear would disappear.

“Tell me,” he demanded.

“I just worry a bit,” I admitted, “To the public, you’ve gone from kissing Kendall Jenner to introducing your non-famous friend as your girlfriend in mere minutes. Everyone is going to start asking questions and make a mess, Harry. I’m scared that you’ll change back to wanting to hide me away again. It’d certainly be easier. ”

I watched his forehead frown and his eyes sadden slightly. I knew that Harry wanted to make everyone around him feel save and loved, that other people’s happiness was all he cared about. That it was me out of all people who didn’t believe in his sincerity, pained him. I continued in a more hushed voice.

“You never used to stay for the night because you worried someone would snap a picture of you leaving in the same cloths as you came in. We had an argument about that remember? I was sick of always having to come to yours. But now all of a sudden you’re in my bed and staying. Which makes me very happy, don’t get me wrong, but what about tomorrow when the media have pictures and everyone is asking questions about me? About who I am? And you’ll have to explain yourself? What if you decide that a public relationship isn’t what you want after all?”

Harry’s eyes focused on mine and again silence stretched throughout the room. The rain had gotten heavier and goosebumps crawled up my skin when I heard the faint noise of thunder in the distance.

“I want you,” Harry chose to say. He reached forward and gently took my face in his hands. “I was a fool to ever believe I could go a day without you and it being a good day. As long as you’ll allow me, I’d like to be able to openly cherish and love you.”

My heart warmed and I smiled. I leaned up a bit to press a kiss to his soft lips. My hands traveled up to wound in his hair and he groaned when I scratched the back of his neck. Harry’s arms wrapped tighter around me and he pulled me up so I was now completely lying on top of him. I rested my chin on my folded hands and he smirked up at me.

“I understand your fear, Y/N. Because you’re right, you are my first honest and public girlfriend, who’s not famous and who’s house I leave in the same cloths I entered with,” he winked cheekily and laughed in relief that he wasn’t angry at me. I sighed when I felt his hands push under the shirt I was wearing to gently hold my hips in his and I fisted my hands against his naked skin.

Harry cleared his throat and continued more seriously. “That’s exactly what I want you to be. And because you’re my first in that sense, I can’t promise that I’m the perfect boyfriend. But you could teach me to be and I promise that I could make you insanely happy. Happier than you even knew was possible.”

“I’m sure you could,” I smirked and pressed a kiss to his chin and than added, “you did make me very happy in the last few months. I just want to go back to that.”

“I don’t,” he surprised me by saying. “Back then I didn’t appreciate you enough. The days I spent without you were the worst but they thought me. I will never do anything that could make you leave me again. And before you say it, I’m not forcing myself into anything. I want our relationship to be exactly this way. Public enough that everyone knows that I’m yours and that you’re mine.”

He squeezed me again and I moved to nip on his neck. He half moaned and I giggled breathlessly.

“But,” he tried to continue but had to pull me back down and against him before I let go of him, “with you not being a public figure, I can keep what matters private between us. And I like that very much.”

“You’ve done your fair amount of thinking,” I murmured.

“That I have.”

He smiled and raised his head slightly. I leaned down and pressed a heavy kiss to his mouth, one that he was eager to return. My arms wrapped tighter around his neck and he moved to settle me back down on the mattress, pressed against his side. We continued to kiss for what felt like hours, until neither of us had any air left in our lungs and until our lips were red and swollen. My heart beat rapidly but the aching feeling had finally gone and was replaced by warmth and joy. When Harry pulled away he reached up and caressed my cheek gently with the back of his hand.

“All will be good, Y/N. I promise you.”

“I believe you,” I whispered before my lips found his in another kiss.

Hope you’re happy with the ending! :) Requests and feedback are both very welcome.

Rest of what I wrote: 

http://harryimaginedstories.tumblr.com/post/144920695218/masterlist


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[[ Request: jealous jax imagine ]] - I’ve already done an imagine where Jax was jealous (click here to read it), so I thought I would make this one a bit different and go for a more protective side of things, just so the writing isn’t so monotonous. Hope you enjoy!

You stood by the bar, waiting on Chucky to bring back the drink you had asked for ten minutes ago. You rolled your eyes, wondering where nub-fingers had wandered off to now. You plopped down in a barstool and glanced around the room. The place was a mess. There were bikers, businessmen, crow eaters, and CaraCara girls scattered everywhere. The club was trying to secure some potential business partners, a bunch of gun-dealing lunatics, and they were throwing a big rager at the clubhouse to impress their potential partners. Clay wanted to have the deal secured before the night was over. Nobody really seemed to care for these businessmen too much - there was something a little off about them - but desperate times called for desperate measures. With the Irish temporarily out of the gun trade, SAMCRO was forced to buy elsewhere. And these guys just happened to be the next best thing. 

Gemma had asked for your help getting everything ready for the party, and as the old lady of the mother charter’s VP, you couldn’t exactly say no. Besides, Gemma was sort of your almost-mother-in-law, a thought that mildly terrified you. So you had half-heartedly agreed to Gemma’s request, and you had been helping her and Chucky stock the bar nearly all day. Now that the party had actually started and the guests of honor had arrived, you were taking a break and getting yourself a much needed, much deserved drink. That is, if Chucky would ever bring it back. 

After another few minutes of waiting, you grew impatient. You walked around the bar, deciding you would get your own drink. You were in the middle of pouring your favorite Scotch whisky into your glass when the sound of a thick Midwestern accent filled your ears. 

You looked up to see a young, fairly attractive man sitting at the bar in front of you. You knew he was a little too young to be one of the men in charge. He didn’t wear a suit like the other men either, and you wondered if he was some sort of security. You couldn’t help but notice the large muscles hidden just underneath the sleeves of his t-shirt. 

“Mind making me one of those?” he asked, flashing you a flirtatious smile.

You nodded your head and smiled politely, removing a second glass from the shelf and filling it with whisky, all the while, silently cursing Chucky for deserting the bar and inadvertently leaving you in charge. 

“So, uh,” the man bit his lip suggestively. “After I have that drink,” he cocked his head to the side, “Maybe we could go somewhere a little more private.” 

You slammed the glass down on the bar and let out an annoyed scoff. “I don’t know what kind of idea you’ve got in your head,” you shook your head, eyebrows raised in disbelief. “But I am not one of them,” you stated, pointing in the general direction of Ima and the rest of the CaraCara girls who were currently half-naked and giving lap dances to the rest of the businessmen. 

The man flashed you a confident grin. “That don’t matter much to me, babe.” 

You tightened your jaw, trying to refrain from burying your fist in this arrogant asshole’s face. “Well, how about just a simple ‘no’, then?” you quipped, pushing the glass of whisky towards him just hard enough so some splashed out onto his shirt. “Also, I’m not your babe.” You flashed him a painfully fake smile. “Have a nice night,” you snapped, walking angrily away from the bar.

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You sat at the table outside of the clubhouse, staring at the reaper on the wall in front of you and smoking a cigarette. You had to get out of the clubhouse for a little while. The smell of alcohol, cheap perfume, and even cheaper business suits was beginning to give you a headache, and you needed a break from it all. You took a long, slow drag of your cigarette and sighed. You swore if you had to look at another bare ass or cheap polyester suit, your eyes would roll out of your head. 

You heard a smug laugh behind you. You didn’t even have to turn around to know who it was. You could smell his shitty cologne from a mile away. 

“We meet again,” the man said, probably thinking to himself that he was clever. But you already knew he had seen you walk out the door and followed you out after a few minutes, just long enough for him to be able to deny following you and insist it had been a coincidence.

You rolled your eyes and took another drag of your cigarette before tossing it to the ground and putting it out with the toe of your boot. You had to give it to him, if nothing else, he was persistent. “And now we say goodbye again,” you retorted, starting to walk back towards the door to the clubhouse. 

The man grabbed you by your arm suddenly, stopping you in your tracks. You felt his fingers dig into your arm, and he stared hard at you. 

You glared back at him, your face now rigid as stone. “Let go of me,” you snarled through gritted teeth, your voice calm and calculated. 

“I just wanna talk, baby,” the man responded, a disgustingly conceited smile spreading across his face. He shrugged and let out a short laugh. “That’s all.” 

You saw Jax walking up to you out of the corner of your eye. As soon as the man saw him, he quickly let your arm go.

“Hey, babe,” Jax said as he approached you. His eyes moved between you and the man standing in front of you. “What’s going on here?” Jax had a mischievous smirk on his face, and you knew that could only mean one thing. He had already seen the man talking to you at the bar earlier, and he didn’t quite like it. But now, seeing this man put his hands on you like that, how uncomfortable you clearly were, and the man’s inability to take no for an answer, Jax had to intervene. And he was going to have a little fun with it.

The man shook his head and flashed Jax a smug smile. “Just havin’ a friendly conversation.” 

“Is that right?” Jax asked, his smirk growing wider. He cocked his head to the side. “’Cause it looked to me like you were harassing my girlfriend here.” 

The man stood straight, realizing he was about to get himself into some trouble over you. He shook his head again, his jaw tightening. “Nah, man. We were just talking.” 

Jax nodded his head and raised his eyebrows, that famous smirk still present on his lips. “Good thing,” he told the guy, who was now clearly growing nervous. “’Cause if you were bothering her,” Jax shrugged nonchalantly and grinned. “I’d have to kill you.” 

The man’s eyes grew wide, much to Jax’s amusement. Jax slapped a hand on the man’s shoulder and let out a sadistic laugh. “And I just cleaned my knife, man.” 

Jax threw his arm protectively around your waist. “Don’t ever mess with another man’s girl, asshole.” He led you back towards the clubhouse, leaving the man standing there with a shocked expression on his face.

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"Bye, Gem!” you called over your shoulder as Jax led you outside. The party was still raging inside, but Jax decided to call it a night. The deal had been closed, and Clay didn’t need him anymore. All Jax wanted to do was go home and get you in bed. “Call me tomorrow, and I’ll help clean up!” you called to Gemma, ignoring Jax as he continued to pull you towards the door.

“Bye, baby,” she told you. “Love you! You too, Jackson!” 

You smiled and turned back to your old man, who was shaking his head at both you and his mother.  

“She never stops talking when you’re around,” he joked, “I’ve never seen anything like it.”

You shrugged. “Gemma likes me.”

Jax shook his head and let out a laugh. “I never thought I’d see the day that Gemma actually liked someone.” He leaned down, placed a kiss on the top of your head, and threw his arm over your shoulder. He flashed you a wide smile. “But I’m glad it’s you.” 

You were making your way towards Jax’s bike when Jax caught sight of the man from earlier, now sitting behind the wheel of a very expensive, very new car. It was obvious that he was waiting on you to walk outside. Apparently he had made the mistake of thinking you would be alone. The devilish little smirk you loved and knew so well began to form on Jax’s face again, and you already knew what he was thinking. Before you could stop him, he had removed his Ka-Bar from its sheath on his belt and had stabbed it into the front grill of the man’s car. Jax pulled the knife back quickly, a wild and satisfied look in his eyes. Both of you looked up at the man. All he could do was stare, his eyes wide and his mouth agape. He didn’t dare move.

Jax put his knife into its sheath and threw his arm back around your shoulders. He turned, once again heading in the direction of his bike. He looked over his shoulder and called back to the man, “Told you not to mess with another man’s girl!” 

Okay so here’s my theory. Mikael and Even were best friends, just best friends, nothing more. But what if Yousef and Even hooked up? During his manic episode where he memorized the Qur'an he also messed around with Yousef (which would explain a bit more why Sonja was so “He doesn’t love you he’s just manic!!!” at Isak). It didn’t mean anything to Even and was just a bit of fun or “an experiment” or whatever, but Yousef developed some feelings. Even if it wasn’t love, it could have been what made him realize/accept that he was also attracted to boys, which is incredibly significant and would have been really hurtful to have Even brush off. Maybe Even even wrote something unkind on Yousef’s Facebook wall (part of why Even no longer has social media) which resulted in all of their friends supporting Yousef and essentially turning their backs on Even.
[ETA I’ve just had another idea!! Maybe it was the opposite- maybe they had hooked up and Yousef wanted to keep it quiet because he was still figuring things/himself out, but while Even was manic, like the Cherry Wine texts to Isak, he posted a romantic screed on Yousef’s Facebook, not only outing him but (in Yousef’s mind) humiliating him, again resulting in their friends being angry at Even and supporting Yousef.]
Though Yousef no longer has feelings for Even (and clearly has a big fat crush on Sana), the hurt Even caused him still resonates.

Got7 reaction: When you catch them watching porn

GOT7 when you (dating but you weren’t intimate yet) came in the room while they were watching porn and “working” on themselves? And what would they do or say if they walken in and you were doing it? >.< *blushes & runs away*

I only did the first part of the request if that’s okay..

i decided that i don’t really like writing really smutty things so i kept them kinda clean. I hope that’s okay too 

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Let me look after you

Could you please write one where Newt suffers from gastritis (because he’s too busy taking care of the animals and neglecting himself) and throws up all over the bed so that the reader gets a headache but still gently takes care of his husband? :)

Masterlist

Originally posted by hardyness

You awoke from your peaceful sleep with a start, to the sound of retching, blearily looking around the pitch black bedroom, you could just about make out newt’s silhouette, the wastepaper bin clutched to his chest, his head lowered.

Another retch wracked through him, throwing yourself out of bed, you hurried to your husbands side, rubbing his back as he suffered, murmuring words of comfort as you made sure his auburn curls were out of harm’s way.

You continued to comfort him as best you could, rushing to the bathroom and grabbing a wash cloth, once he had finished. Despite the head ache that was beginning to bloom. You dabbed at his forehead with the cool wash cloth, taking the wastepaper bin from his clammy hands, and emptying it, before filling it with hot soapy water, to be washed in the morning.

You had known that newt was feeling ill, for at least a couple of days now. He was just too darn stubborn to admit it, or accept your help. He hadn’t been eating properly, when he did manage a few fork fulls, he would suffer with terrible indigestion or nausea.

Shuffling from the chilly tiles of the bathroom back to the soft carpet of your shared bedroom, you found newt, sitting hunched up on the edge of the bed, looking so small and vulnerable, not the towering, protective gentleman that you knew.

Placing a glass of icy water on his bedside table, along with an anti-nausea potion, you settled yourself by his side. “sorry love, I didn’t mean for you to get up, go back’ you cut him off with a kiss to his cheek, gently shushing his apologies and concerns while wrapping your arms around him, pulling him into your warm embrace, as you stroked his mess of curls.

 ‘are you going to let me look after you now, sweetheart?’ you could feel his lips smile into your shoulder. “would you possibly think about taking a little break? Just for a few days, to build your strength up?’ he pulled away looking utterly horrified at the mere thought. “I just mean, take things a bit easier for next few days, maybe let me take care of the more stressful things. Just take a few days just for you hmm.’ You suggested, you knew that you were pushing your luck, that the dedicated man in your arms would never dream of taking a break, but you had to at least try.

Your puppy eyes must have been working their magic, ‘alright, alright, I promise, now stop looking at me like that.’ His voice was still scratchy, but held a note of humour.

He began pulling you back into bed, before leaning over to his bedside table and swigging down the anti-nausea potion. You gave him a reassuring smile, resting your hand on his stubbly cheek,  and pushing his hair out of his eyes, and placing a kiss to his nose.

Stroking his arm as he drifted off to sleep.

 

Have a great day and be safe

Nervous Wreck

Summary: If there’s one thing Tony knew how to do, it was how to be suave. After meeting you, it dawned on him that maybe he needed a better education in that particular life skill. 

Warnings: Conversational meme usage, also, swearing and a hella weak ending

Word count: 2000

A/N: I tried

Originally posted by hddlstn

Tony Stark was a playboy. As smooth as the gold alloy his suit was made of and as popular as an alpha of the pack. He was not someone who got nervous around a girl, especially not to the point where he’d trip or blank out or even stutter - that was not Tony Stark.

And yet, it’s the only Tony Stark you know. Tony blames it on bad luck, especially when Bruce gives him a questioning look after every one of his incidents. Deep down it actually kind of freaks him out, solely because he thinks he knows the way to a woman’s heart is confidence, and he’s always just short of that when you’re present.

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Pool Fun

Shawn Mendes
Words ~ 725
Warnings ~ Nope
Summary ~ Pushing people in pools is fun?
Note ~ This was a lot better when I wrote it last night, but then my computer crashed and it got deleted -_-
Also, I’m taking requests, please, I’m running out of ideas :D

I screamed as Shawn picked me up, bringing me to the edge of the pool. Que, John, Matthew and some other party goers stood across the garden laughing their asses off.

“Say you love me.” Shawn threatened playfully. I shook my head while attempting to wiggle out of his hold. His grip tightened around my waist as he dangled me over the edge, my feet skimming the water.

“Shawn! Don’t!” I warned, panic finally setting in. Steam escaped the top of the pool, meaning that it was being heated; Even so, I didn’t fancy going for a swim in the middle of October.

Shawn chuckled, “Just say you love me.” He shifted my weight in his arms, stopping me from slipping. I turned my head to look at his smiling face. He wouldn’t dare throw me in. This started as a joke! I didn’t actually hate him! Shawn knew I loved him more than anything in the world.

Then Shawn loosed his grip, pretending to drop me.

“Alright! I love you! I love you, I love you, I love you! Now get me away from this damn pool!” I finally gave in.

“Aww, I love you too Baby.” Shawn teased as he pulled me away from the edge. I let out a sigh of relief when my feet settled on solid ground once again. Our friends laughter turned into groans of disgust as Shawn kissed me.

I pulled away just in time to see Que, John and Matthew stalking towards us, evil smirks plastered on their faces, “Guy? What are you-”

One big push sent Shawn and me flying into the pool.

“Sorry, we had to.” Que giggled as I popped back up to the surface. I spat out a bunch of water that pooled into my mouth, trying to catch my breath as I paddled to keep myself afloat. Shawn, on the other hand, was fine seeing as he was tall enough to stand.

Shawn glided over to me, wrapping his arms around my waist, “You get Que and I’ll get the guys?” He whispered in my ear. I nodded my head excitedly.

Our friends where laughing so hard that they didn’t even see us swimming towards them. Shawn silently counted us down on his fingers; once the last finger went down, I grabbed Que’s arm, tugging her into the water.

They splashed into the water. Que let out a high pitched yelp as she came to the surface, “You’ve got my hair wet! Do you know how long it’s gonna take to dry?”

“I think they got a bit more than your hair wet.” John commented, his eyes wondering lower than they should. I really didn’t need to see my brother checking out my bestfriend.

My gaze quickly shifted to Shawn as he picked me up again, letting me wrap my legs around his waist, “You’re a mess.” He chuckled and pushed a chunk of wet hair away from my face. Just to annoy him, I ruffled his hair, causing wet strands to stick up all over the place. I thought it would make him look silly, but he still managed to look hot.

“And you look like a drowned dog.” My giggle was cut short by Shawn’s lips pressing against mine. I knew he was doing this to get a rise out of the others, but I certainly didn’t mind, at all.

The kiss got heated pretty fast. Shawn groaned against my mouth as my ran my fingers through his hair, tugging at the wet strands; his hands travelled to my butt, somehow pulling our bodies closer.

“Nope! I’m done! I’m going home, night guys!” John said over dramatically as he climbed out the pool, making sure to splash us, like that mattered anymore. Shawn tried to keep the kiss going as I fell into a fit of giggles. Eventually, I had to pull away to catch my breath.

“You guys are disgusting.” Matthew laughed as he floated on his back.

“You’re just jealous.” Shawn shot back, reaching over and pushing Matthew under the water. We laughed as he came back up a few seconds later.

“Not cool dude.” Matthew coughed.

We ended up staying in the pool for a good few hours before Shawn’s mum shouted at us to get out.

Soap

A/N: To the anon who sent this prompt: F off, you’ve now made me even more addicted to Mel M. Jk I frickin love this prompt. I just hit 1,000 followers. S2g y’all are crazy for following me. 

Based on this Prompt

Song: Soap ~ Melanie Martinez

Summary: Dan and Phil are friends with benefits and one night, during sex, Dan accidentally tells Phil he loves him

Warnings: Smut, Some angst, Very extremely slight mentions of self harm

Word Count: 1262


Phil pushed me hard into the wall, feeling up and down my sides while harshly kissing my neck. I could feel his wet hair slightly dripping on my skin, as he had just come out of the shower. He pushed his body closer to mine, resulting in the towel on his waist to come sliding off. 

“You’re so sexy, Dan.” Phil whispered making me moan.

Phil and I had many reckless nights just like this. For the last 2 years, we had been messing around whenever one of us was feeling a bit horny. We were basically what you would call “friends with benefits.” At least that was what Phil had been telling everyone who questioned the dark purple marks covering my neck the following mornings.

My thoughts were taken back into the current situation when I felt Phil palming me through my jeans.

“Phil.” I bit down into his shoulder.

Phil then released me from the wall and guided us over to his bed. With a gentle shove, I fell onto the colourful duvet, engulfed by his scent. Soon, he was back to attacking my neck and working on getting off my belt. It never did it’s job until I was literally about to be fucked. 

With all the practice though, Phil had everything thing slipped off of me with ease and now had the freedom to palm me without anything being in the way. 

Although these were my favourite kind of nights, I often wished that Phil wanted to just be together and not fuck each other senseless. Sure, we basically did everything together from watching anime to editing gaming videos, but sometimes I just wanted to be with him. To cuddle and have really deep conversations like we once had. 

I could feel Phil push his index finger into me and finding my prostate within a few seconds. We had been doing this for so long that he knew everything on how to pleasure me. 

“I’m ready for another.”

Phil didn’t hesitate to push another finger deep into me scissoring around for a few minutes and letting me adjust to the feeling.

I took a second to look at him to finding him doing exactly the same. Damn, was he beautiful. His face full of lust and desire made me feel so lucky, but I was selfish. I wanted Phil. Not like this. I wanted him to be mine. I wanted him to tell every person he met that he was mine and I was his.

“You ready?” I nodded.

He quickly poured some lube into his hand rubbing it all over his shaft and then slowly pushing into me. No matter how many times we did this or how rough he was during foreplay, he was always gentle at this part. He always made sure I was never hurt.

“You can move, Phil.” I mumbled.

Phil, at a slow rate, thrusted in and out of me, moaning out my name. As he started to pick up speed, he took my length into his hand, giving me a little needed friction.

“Dan. You’re so tight.”

Letting out multiple grunts and moans, Phil’s thrust were getting sloppy, letting me know he was close. Another moan of my name and Phil was riding out his orgasm. Phil then put his focus back onto the shaft in his hand while still moving inside of me. In no time at all, I close to reaching my high.

“Phil, I’m close.”

“Come for me.” I grunted at his words.

“Phil, I love you!” I screamed finally hitting orgasm while Phil had still been rubbing and thrusting giving me insane pleasure. 

The feeling didn’t last long because the moment I opened my eyes I saw Phil’s awestruck face and then realized what I had said. He quickly pulled out, his eyes still on me.

“I’-I’m sorry.” I said before I rushed out of his bedroom, locking myself in the bathroom across the hallway.

I slid down the door before throwing my head into my hands sobbing fiercely. What had I done? I admitted the one thing that I never should have. My best friend will now leave me forever. I screwed everything up. How could I have been so stupid.

I let myself cry for a few minutes before deciding that a bath seemed really appealing at the moment. I turned on the water and watched it spill into the tub below. I grabbed the bottle of soap and poured some of it into the water.

I looked back at the door. Deep down I had hoped that Phil would come knocking and confessing his love back, but obviously I was wrong. Phil never loved me. I had ruined everything. I had made that one thing I loved most in the world hate me. 

Once the tub was mostly filled, I stepped in being taken into a fog of bubbles. I never wanted to leave. I didn’t want to come out of this bathroom to face the wrath that was waiting for me on the other side of that door. 

Steam was slightly flying upwards from the water, but I felt so cold. I felt so empty. Never in my life had I ever wanted to take something back so badly. I leaned my head against the wall of the tub, closing my eyes in attempt to relax. To my surprise, the bath had actually helped me relax and soon I was taken into a state of sleep. 

..

I was awoken to the sound of furious knocking on the bathroom door.

“Dan! Dan! Please!”

Phil.

“Dan! Open the door!”

He sounded so mad. Fear overtook my body and I hugged my legs, curling into a ball.

“Dan! Please. I’m so worried.” Then I heard quiet sobs coming from the door.

I quickly got out of the tub, not even letting it drain and wrapping a towel around myself.

I came closer to the door and as I did the sobs became even louder. Phil was crying. My sweet Phil. I carefully unlocked the door.

“Dan?” A voice beamed and the door swung opened. “Dan!”

I suddenly had arms wrapped around me.

“Dan, you’re okay.” Phil sobbed even harder.

“I’m fine. Why were you so worried?”

“Because you were crying and when you didn’t come out for almost 3 hours, I came to the door to ask if you were okay. When you didn’t respond for another half an hour, I just freaked out. I thought you’d maybe hurt yourself or something. I-I’m so so sorry.”

I lightly chuckled as I let Phil cry in my arms.

“I’m sorry I worried you. I kinda feel asleep in the tub.” Pointing to the bath I made, now with deflated bubbles.

“Thank god.” Phil breathed. “I love you.”

I went into a little bit of shock. Had he actually said that? Was I imagining things?

“What?”

“I love you.” Phil said now looking at me.

“You mean that?”

“I’m sorry I didn’t say it earlier.”

He slipped both his hands into mine.

“I was shocked and I wasn’t sure if I was just going insane and you hadn’t actually told me you loved me. I love you, Dan.”

“Phil.” I was now letting a few tears fall down my cheeks.

“I’ve always had. I’d never thought you’d feel the same and I let my fear get the best of me.”

It looked like he was going to continue, but I placed my lips on his. I didn’t want to talk anymore.

“Can we cuddle?” I asked and Phil smiled.

The Misfits

Prompt: Six students, of different stereotypes, are sentenced to Saturday detention which happens to land on a very important day for each of them. While their reasons for being there are up in the air, and they might start off on the wrong foot, they all eventually find out there’s more to each person than they thought.

A/N: I’m so sorry about the wait. So I’m not one to be a huge Lucaya fan, but they’re growing on me. Tbh, I only ship them in AU’s because to me, the show is about friendship, and I just don’t see Maya taking Lucas from Riley (though they haven’t had any couple moments because writers keep cutting their scenes for some reason—and let’s be honest guys, they wouldn’t cut all of the Rucas scenes for no reason). But if Maya and Lucas were to be together, it would be a ways down the road. I admit, they have great chemistry, and for this story I paired them together, because I’m a huge Riarkle fan and Zayadora isadorable ;) -see what I did there? Okay, that was super dorky, but whatever.

Word Count: 4,757

Other Parts: | Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 |


Part 4- Messed Up

She was heading for the art room, because nothing was better than the smell of paint and being able to throw it on a canvas. Therapy, Maya called it. It was her time to zone the world out, and focus on creating. It was the only time she felt at peace, other than being in the presence of her best friend in her bay window, where they poured their hearts out to each other. She still hoped that even after this day was over with they would still be able to do that, even though Riley was upset with her.

Just as she rounded the corner, she immediately stopped, catching a glance at Lucas’s bare chest. She slowly backed away, assuming he didn’t see her. It wasn’t that it was odd seeing a guy shirtless, but it was the setting. They were in the middle of the hallway, where they were normally surrounded by tons of people, and if it were the middle of a school day, he would be dress coded. Plus, she had heard stories. In the last four months that he had been in New York, there was talk about how hot Lucas Friar was. Some girls, felt the need to share their “experiences” with the world. So Maya had already had an opinion about the guy. It didn’t matter if he had an effect on her, just a tiny bit.

“So you just gonna wait for me to put on my shirt before you walk by?” Lucas asked from his locker. She glanced around slightly catching him putting on deodorant from his gym bag.

Maya rolled her eyes. “No, I was giving you a moment with your mirror,” she teased.

She could hear him chuckle, before he appeared around the corner with a coy smirk on his face. “I don’t have a mirror.” He looked at her with those intense green eyes.

She looked away trying to focus on something else, but noticed how built he really was. Apart from the white t-shirt he wore eariler, giving his arms some definition, the thought of his whole upper body being defined as well, never came to mind. “So, what room does Maya Hart wander to in this school?” He asked.

“The art room,” she stated, walking past him. He followed, closing his locker in the process, sliding a new green shirt over his head, and catching up to her side. “Are you following me?”

“What happens if I say yes?” He questioned.

She considered this. What was he going to do in an art room? Maya didn’t like it when people watched her draw. It was an uncomfortable feeling. “Why would you want to? I’m not that interesting. Besides, wouldn’t being around me ruin your popularity image?”

He looked around the hall in amusement. “Nobody’s here for an image to be ruined.”

“But here’s the thing, if you did hang out with me for a couple hours, and started to like being friends with me, we all know come Monday morning, you’d be back to your cocky jock friends, ignoring the misfits like me.” She stopped in the middle of the hallway to look at him. “Not that I care, but what’s the point of being in each others presence for a couple hours, having nonsense conversation if it won’t continue?”

His expression threw her off, because he didn’t look mischievous or sarcastic, nor did he look cocky. It was inscrutable. “You think that I’m that type of person?” There was an uncomfortable silence between them. “You don’t know me. Why judge me when you and I have never had a conversation before?”
“It’s not like you’ve been so willing to talk to me in the halls before,” she retorted.

His eyes widened. “So you’re going to judge me because I’ve said nothing to you? That makes sense,” the sarcasm was strong in his tone. “What have I ever done to you?”

“You’re annoying to me,” she couldn’t come up with a better excuse and he wasn’t buying it. “I know guys like you. Believe me, after a two week thing with Barry Macintosh, I’ve learned a thing or two.” She didn’t think she would bring Barry up ever again.

Lucas stared at her slack-jawed. “So you’re classifying me as a conceded man whore? Is that what you think I am? A guy with body dysmorphic disorder and who sleeps around a lot because he needs to feel something?” He shook his head, and Maya was surprised at how he described who she thought was his friend. “Maya, I know I can be a bit cocky at times, and I mess around a lot just to get under peoples skin, but I’m not a player, I could honestly care less about how I look all the time, and I’m not one to become friends with someone and completely ditch them just because people didn’t approve.” 

They slowly continued walking and he continued to speak. “If I cared about people judging me for who I hang out with, then Zay and I would have a problem. We both face discrimination because we’re family. Granted I probably wouldn’t be in detention right now, but I would gladly punch someone in the face again, if it meant sticking up for my brother. I’m sorry that you think all jocks are the same,” a look of disappointment flickered across his face, before he turned away from her, heading down the opposite hall from the art room.

She stood in the hallway, dumbfounded and ashamed. How could she have just assumed? Sure there was talk, but what if they were just rumors? Because she’d heard that he was self-centered and arrogant, but what if that was an exaggeration of him being cocky and chivalrous?

Maya was angry. With herself. She hurt Riley, and now she was judging people based on rumors. What has gotten into her? Why was she acting the way she was acting? 

She needed to fix this. She needed to fix herself. She sighed, giving herself an attitude check. Knowing that fixing her and Riley would take more time, she glanced down the long hall where the boy from Texas had walked. Time to start something new.

And she ran after Lucas.


Farkle had no idea what he was doing. When he found the room he was looking for, of course he knew she’d be in there. Anybody with ears could hear her playing the soft melody of the classic song “Somewhere Over the Rainbow.” He was drawn to the sound, because it was nice and beautiful. It definitely beat out the silence that filled his home, or the constant yelling he used to hear piercing the air throughout the night. 

It wasn’t because he was drawn to the beautiful brunette playing the music. Okay, that was a lie. There was nobody more alluring to him than Riley Matthews. 

They used to be close friends, until his dad took him out of public school and placed him at Einstein Academy for his freshman year. They grew apart, because of their busy schedules. She focused all of her attention on her music, and he attempted to focus on science, but the private school wasn’t for him. 

He quickly grew out of his turtleneck days, and upgraded his wardrobe to somewhere between nerd chic and teenage heartthrob poster boy. Why? It was about damn time he evolved. He was growing up, not just physically, but emotionally as well. And emotions weren’t always something science could relate to. He’d know. Being at EA, there was structure and everything was logical and factual. It wasn’t a place where he could try new things, because every day had been the same routine. 

So he told his dad he wanted to go back to public school. Of course it took a lot of convincing and after a short talk about his mother, he agreed.
When he returned, he was looked at differently. It was almost like he was unrecognizable. He had made friends with a bunch of different people, but he wasn’t in a set group. He floated around, and did his own thing. He had freedom, which was nice compared to the rules he used to have. He just missed the set of friends he had in middle school. Especially Riley.

She was always the first person he’d go to for everything, but after the separation, he watched her blossom into this gorgeous young woman, and thrive in her ability to make music. In some ways, he felt like he’d be a burden on her by interfering in her life. And the last thing he wanted was to bring negativity into it.

Looking at her right now, as she stared back at him with such a longing expression he might’ve consider the fact that he made a mistake. And that was upsetting, because he was supposed to be a genius. Then again, he was in detention for doing something a genius wouldn’t do. Maybe he was normal after all. 

Her brown eyes shined in the natural light of the room. Her perfectly tan skin was flawless, even without a lot of makeup. He exhaled slightly and gulped at the closeness of their faces.

He blinked, realizing that she had asked him a question. Did he, as a scientist, believe that science overruled emotions? That was insane, and whoever came up with the idea of that was a prude and should be struck down because of that insinuation. All Farkle did was feel. If emotion was something he couldn’t understand, then he wouldn’t have been bothered so much by his parents divorce, or care about coming back to Abigail Adams, and he certainly wouldn’t be feeling the desire to kiss the girl he used to call his best friend at this moment.

“Absolutely not,” he croaked, due to the fact that his nerves were ticking at him. His heart did a little flutter when he saw her quirk the corners of her mouth up, her dimples showing. Her eyes flickered down from his eyes to his lips and she looked back up, her face turning red of embarrassment. Had she thought about kissing him? He looked away too, feeling the heat rising in his cheeks.
She stared at his hands, that were still on the keys of the piano. “So how long have you been playing the piano?”

He rubbed one of the keys with his index finger, pressing down slightly giving off a high pitched sound. “Been playing since I was little,” he bit his lip, “but it was never a consistent thing. Not until my parents divorced, and my mom threw herself into her job teaching lessons that she didn’t really have much time to spend with me. So, in order to spend time with her and actually be apart of her life, I signed up, though I knew how to play—somewhat—it became a consistent thing that I did everyday.” That was the only activity he did in the last two and a half years that he didn’t mind repeating. He enjoyed playing, but he mainly did it for his mom. “I’m no professional by any means like you, but I’d like to think I’m decent.”

A small giggle departed from her lips. “I can’t play piano as well as I can the violin.” She placed her fingers on the keys. “I have to say, you really good. You could totally pull off being a pianist.” She began to play her the song once again.

He joined her, as she played the lower harmony, and he played the higher key. “Though it’s nice to play, I don’t think I’d want it as a career.”
“What are you considering?” 

He shrugged. “These past few years, I’ve sort of been stuck in deciding what to do with my life. After attending Einstein Academy, I realized how much I didn’t like the structure of things. I love science, don’t get me wrong, but people were too logical. They didn’t make decisions based off of their own opinions, but waited for the facts, and yeah, facts are true, but what if you come across a situation where there are none? Plus, why only have sense, if the best way to live life is to have sensibility as well? You have to use your brain and follow your heart.” He glanced at her from the corner of his eye. “Now I have a different outlook on things. Since my parents split, I’ve had a new sense of freedom. No more schedules. And because of the crater built between all of us, how my mom and dad can’t agree on anything, and for the longest time they wanted me to choose sides, I’m old enough now that I was able to tell both of them to screw it. I have my own opinions on things and I don’t need to be told what side to take. My dad is more controlling than my mom, but she has her moments too.

“So, now that I’ve been doing my own thing, I’ve been reading novels a lot more, spending time at the planetarium, I scour the city to see Broadway shows, and visit the museums. But most of all, I’ve been taking pictures as I explore. I bought myself a nice camera, and started to snap photos.” She looked at him and smiled softly. “Mr. Townes, who runs the school paper and the yearbook, has recruited me for many different events. Mostly academic, or something to do with the arts. I can’t do action shots at sports events. I tried that once, and they didn’t turn out so good.” 

“So you knew I was performing tonight because of the paper?” She asked. 

He nodded. “When I saw your name under the list of students up for the scholarship, I immediately took up the job.” They both stopped playing, because that was the moment her hand barely grazed his own, but it was enough to feel the energy that moved between them. They both stared down, both not bothering to move away from each other.

“Farkle?” She asked. He gave her a slight ‘hmm?’ and she eyes glanced up to meet his. “What happened to us? We were so close back in middle school, and then you went away, and I waited for you to show up at my window, but you never did.” Her voice sounded hurt, like she was asking him why did you stop being my friend? And he didn’t know exactly what to tell her.

He took this moment to be somewhat bold and hooked his small pinkie with hers. “I don’t know. Being at EA, we were so busy all the time. Attending different meetings and going to different events. You began your practice everyday and you were working hard. I guess we grew apart in that time.”
“But what about after? When you came back?”

He sighed, feeling angry at himself. “You were doing so good. You had Maya and your violin. You were happy and nothing ever wavered. When I came back, my parents were in the middle of their extremely messy divorce. They were always fighting and I was always getting caught in the middle of it all. I carried a lot of that baggage around, and I was emotional wreck. The last thing that I wanted for anybody, especially you, was to have me and my problems interfere with your life. I didn’t want anybody to go through that with me.”

Her bottom lip quivered and a grave expression flickered upon her face. She took their hands and she intertwined all of their fingers together. Her thumb ran on top of his own. “You shouldn’t have gone through that alone. Nobody should ever go through something like that alone,” her voice stated firmly. “Please, if something is ever bothering you, don’t hesitate to knock on my window.” He nodded, pretty much in a trance. She glanced at the linked hands and smiled slightly. “I always kept it open for you.”

That brought him back to reality, and he cocked his head to the side in confusion. “You kept your window open for me?” 

She nodded. “You’ve always been my friend Farkle. That’s never changed.” He couldn’t help himself, with his free arm, he wrapped his arm around her and pulled her in for a hug. 

He caught the door of the band room out of the corner of his eye. “Isn’t it about time you practice playing your instrument?”

She bit her lip. “The band room is locked.”

So, he might have promised himself he would never do it again, considering it landed him in detention in the first place, but for Riley, he’d do just about anything. “I can get into the band room.”

“How?”


He had attempted to open the door to sit in coaches office, but it was locked. So he leaned his back against the wall. His thoughts were everywhere. Did people really have an opinion about him, just because of stereotype? He was a lot of things, but he’d like to say he wasn’t a stereotypical guy. Not like Barry Macintosh. He was a good ball player, better at football more so than baseball, but still good nonetheless. He was also a guy that partied every Friday and Saturday night, drank to his hearts content, and slept around because he didn’t believe in relationships. 

Lucas was the opposite. If he went out to party, it was to be surrounded by friends, and have a good time. Maybe drink a beer or two, because he wasn’t a prude, but he was smart enough to not get himself stuck in a bad situation. He was taught better than that. Now he might not be a virgin, but he hasn’t slept with a ton of girls, in fact when he did lose his virginity, it was to his long time girlfriend of a year and a half, Grace Porter back in Texas. She ended up screwing him over after and it was a messy break up. Lucas had felt slightly insecure after that, and was determined to keep up at the gym, and he relished in the satisfaction he received when girls would check him out. Okay, so maybe that’s where they could see that he was self-centered.

But he wasn’t. Not really. Before everything that happened between him and Grace (in the beginning of their relationship), he was super laid back and though he took care of himself, he wasn’t a stickler to go to the gym everyday, nor did he care about how his hair looked, whether he needed a cut or not, and he certainly could care less about the clothes he wore. Then she deemed him as not attractive enough for her, and at first it didn’t bother him, because he had some words to share with her, but after taking a long hard look in the mirror, it was time he needed a change.

Unfortunately, nobody in Texas would be able to witness his change, because his dad got transferred to New York before the start of the school year. But the new scene and lifestyle was great compared to life in Texas, even though he did miss his buddies, and he knew Zay did too, but being away from the town his parents died helped him tremendously. 

Lucas heard footsteps around the corner, and he knew it had to have been Maya. Sure enough it was. “So you’re following me now?”

Expecting a smart ass remark, he was surprised to hear her say words completely unexpected. “I’m sorry.” She looked to the floor. “I don’t know whats going on with me lately.” She shuffled over to the wall beside him, and they both slid down to sit on the cold tile. “I’ve hurt my best friend who has done nothing but be the only light in my entire life, and now I’m judging people who I don’t even know, which goes against everything my parents ever taught me,” she looked over at him. “I’m sorry.”

Without a scowl on her face, she was beautiful. Her blonde hair was long and wavy and cascaded down over each shoulder. Her eyes were big and deep blue. Her pouty lips were parted just barely. That was the moment he realized that she reminded him nothing of Grace like she did before. He guessed it was because of her sarcasm and attitude, but Maya was more genuine. At least by her sitting down next to him, apologizing for something that could honestly mean nothing, attempting to start a deep conversation was more genuine than what Grace ever did.

“It’s okay. I get it. People assume and as much as I hate that word, I know that it can’t ever stop,” he stated. 

Confused, she asked, “you hate the word assume?”

He smirked. “My dad always said to assume was to make and ass out of you and me. When we guess the wrong thing about people we unfortunately make an ass out of ourselves. I’m guilty. I’ve done it before, in fact I’ve made assumptions about you and I shouldn’t because I don’t know if they’re true or not.”

“Alright, let’s lay out all of the cards on the table. What rumors have you heard. You’re probably not wrong,” she said.

He nodded slightly, agreeing to ask and answer any questions. “Alright, were you the one who spray painted ‘feminist revolution’ on the fifth floor of the school building?” 

“It was supposed to be anonymous. We’re the silent majority. Making difference through art and media, but yes. It’s what got me and Riley into this mess.”
Lucas raised his eyebrows. “She helped?”

“Oh no,” she shook her head. “Riley’s a big feminist, but she wouldn’t go to illegal extremes to spread the word. She was dropping my bag off that I left accidentally in her dad’s class. I was supposed to be back before the period ended. Between classes was the best time to tag the building, especially at the end of the day, but Mr. Baxter and his dumb hydro-plant collection got us in trouble.” She criss-cross her legs together. “So you said you could honestly care less about the way you look?”

He knew what she was asking and Zay was the only person he ever told. “In all honesty I wish didn’t like I used to. If I could take back the decisions I made in the past, I would. Grace would have never screwed me over and took something important from me and helped create the insecurity that I have.” Maybe opening up to someone he didn’t know, especially a girl who made an assumption about him, would make him easier to relate to and maybe he would be looked at differently. “At the end of last year, I was dating this girl that was a year older than me. We had dated for a year and a half. In the beginning, I felt like I didn’t have to worry about the way I look as much. Of course I took care of myself and looked nice for her, but I wasn’t the obsessive type to work on my hair for 20 minutes straight every day, make sure I had a clean shave, or my style was up to date. Then she takes something from me, breaks up with me the next day, and in front of all of her friends, she tells me that I wasn’t attractive enough for her.” That really hurt and was embarrassing.

Maya looked stunned, but he continued to talk. “Probably the most humiliating moment in my life. And at first I was angry. I said some words to her that I probably shouldn’t have said, and I moved on, even though it was really hard, because we were together for over a year, and before I asked her out, we were really good friends. Besides Zay, she became my best friend. I told her everything. I thought I was in love with her. And she played me like a fiddle. I received some looks for a week after we broke up and was thankful it was the last week of school. Then one night I got out of the shower and looked at my self in the mirror. I was never fat, but I did have bit more meat on me and my face was filled out more. I didn’t think I would be as insecure about myself as I actually was. I was the best ball player on my team, I was well liked. Maybe more well liked before I was dating Grace. Being around her every single day, I developed my tongue for sarcasm and being a smart ass.” His head dropped between his knees. “Grace messed me up.”

Shaking her head she said, “What a bitch. Excuse my french, but that’s messed up. Why date someone for that long and then tell them they’re not attractive enough to be in a relationship with that person? Doesn’t that mean she used you?”

“Yup,” he pursed his lips. “She used me and molded me into the person she wanted me to be. And I was blind, because I thought I was in love.”

“Does it still hurt?”

He nodded. “It’s hard sometimes, and it’s hard to change. I’m sorry that I was antagonizing you earlier. I shouldn’t act the way I do, it’s just a habit.” Maya smiled slightly at him and he looked at her confused. “What?”

“I don’t believe it would be hard for you to change,” she said.

“Why’s that?”

She licked her lips. “Because, stereotypical people don’t apologize for the way the act. You didn’t have to say you’re sorry, but you did, and it’s okay. I was wrong. You’re not the person I thought you were.”

He turned to face her. “So what about you?”

“What do you want to know?” She turned to face him. “I’m not an interesting person.”

Lucas smirked. “You said that earlier, but I don’t believe it. How could someone who tags buildings all over the city with incredible art work, and a drive to make a difference in the world not be interesting?”

There was a sparkle in her eyes before she sucked her lower lip in. “Yeah, also a girl who’s been abandoned by her father, her mother works all the time, and sometimes comes home with random guys, who stay for a couple days, and sometimes develop an interest in me and try something, so I stay away, most of the time crashing beside Riley because I know that she will always be there for me, no matter what.” She looked down in her lap. “Oh, and I also have a smoking problem.”

“So that’s why people reference you as—”

She nodded. “The pot head with daddy issues.”

There was silence for a few moments. “Do you know why he left?”

She shrugged. “I just found out recently that he’s with another woman, and they’re having a baby. Apparently he got being a dad wrong the first time so he’s starting over,” she rolled her eyes and Lucas had the feeling in the pit of his stomach. The feeling of wanting to track him down and beat his ass. “I don’t understand. What did I do wrong? Most of my life, I’ve been a daddy’s girl, and now … I’ve never been so lost. Him leaving messed both me an my mom up. I guess we have something in common after all.”

“I’m sorry you had to go through that Maya. In all honesty, it’s his loss.”
Her eyes were glassy, but she looked over with a grateful expression. “So, you’re starting to like me? You think you and I would be friends?” She teased.
He chuckled. “You’re pretty cool Hart. From the moment we sat down here, I considered us friends.” She was about to make a comment but he cut her off. “And before you ask, I don’t care about my image. Honestly, I want to change. And I also want to have friends who I like being around and want to hang out with, instead of a crowd that I don’t get along with and people expect me to be around.”

“Real people, you mean?” She smiled, and for once he stopped thinking about how confused Grace made him feel, because he was staring at someone far more better.

“Yeah, real people.”


A/N: I’m sorry there was no Zayadora in this chapter. They will be in next chapter definitely. Once I started writing this, I had no idea how long it was going to be.


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Mrs. Knows had appeared from her office. Smackle had looked around the room, realizing she and Zay were the only ones sitting at the desks. “Where are the others?”


Tag List: @isaiah-izzy

im gonna vent a tiny bit but

insinuating that, since i cry a lot and am just an all around mess and will tear up at the mere thought of something like failing a class, that i cant possibly butch, it makes me feel awful. 

those kinds of thoughts make me think i need to be living up to impossible, unhealthy standards  in order to be butch. its a terrible feeling and i wish ppl would stop :////

You're hot too - Simon imagine

You’re hot too - Simon imagine

I got this idea from @inter-somniac ’s dating Simon would include post. I thought it would make a good imagine :)

I sat with Simon in his room with my legs across his as he edited his videos for the day.

We did this often, where we would just chill together and listen to music while he edits and I mess around on social media.

I was scrolling through Instagram and came across a picture of Cal and Harry.

“You’re friends are hot.” I said not looking up.

He looked over to me with a “what the fuck” facial expression and I laughed a bit, taking a drink from his glass.

“Which ones?” He questioned.

“Cal, Harry, Joe, Chris, list goes on mate.” I said.

He ignored me and went back to his editing.

I began to feel like he actually took that seriously and felt bad. I poked his arm and he didn’t turn to me.

“Si?” I tried to get his attention again, but he didn’t do anything.

I stood up and began to walk out of the room.

Simon turned and grabbed my arm lightly.

“Where are you going?” He asked.

“I was going to go hang out with the guys. I thought you were mad at me.” I said.

He pulled me towards him so I was sitting in his lap.

He hung his arms loosely around my waist.

“I’m not mad, it’s just that it kinda bugs me when you call my friends hot. I mean, considering you know about my insecurities with my body and stuff like that.” He admitted.

I placed my arms around his neck.

“I’m sorry Si, you know you’re my number one. Sure some of your friends are attractive, but you’re looks will always be my favourite.” I said.

He smiled and looked down.

“Hey, I love you.” I said smiling at him bringing his chin up.

I kissed him sloppily, and we ended up with each other’s slobber on each other’s lips.

“Ugh gross.” I wiped my mouth and he did the same.

“We’re so awkward.” He said laughing and I began to laugh as well.

“We are. Let’s try that again?” We leaned forward and this time had a proper kiss.

“That’s better.” I said smiling at him.

“I love you too by the way. I forgot to say it back a few minutes ago.” He said moving his hands around me to reach his keyboard and mouse.


We stayed like that until he finished editing and then we went downstairs to see all of the guys chilling watching a movie.

We noticed that Cal and Harry were over and I laughed with Simon.

“What’s so funny?” Vik asked.

I looked at Simon, “Nothing. Nothing at all.” He said.

This was not requested I just wanted to write it :)

FOR ALLY’S BIRTHDAY. HAPPY BELATED BIRTHDAY! THIS GETS CHEESIER THAN A CHEEZLE. 


Training with Captain America and Quicksilver was probably a really weird thing for Ally.

She was tiny and not often taken seriously. It was hard being 5'3 and working for S.H.I.E.L.D because sometimes director Coulson would rethink letting her out onto the field in case she got hurt. But in all honesty, she was someone not too many people wanted to mess with and many new people found that out the hard way.

“Alright, shorty?” Pietro teased after making Ally fall on her back. She groaned quietly, getting to her knees and frowned at him.

“You cheat. Try fighting without your super speed and see how good you are then.”

“She’s got a good point there,” Steve laughed quietly, making Ally point a threatening finger towards him.

“If you didn’t have your super strength, I’d have you on the floor too!” Her face flushed pink at what she said, both Steve and Pietro laughing.

“Kinky.” Pietro snorted, making her roll her eyes as she went for her towel. It was hard for both of the men to not check her out as she walked off; both of them knew she was beautiful and both of them knew that they’d be the luckiest guys in the world if they even got to take her out even on a date. However, neither of them considered that they could be one another’s competition in this kind of department.

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❀ #WYD 1/7 | Junhoe

gif cre: @ikonis

This is like the weirdest thing i have written in my entire life… deal with it it’s Ikon’s fault tbh. I started with Yun but i cried halfway (lol) so next will be him and then double b. Pls don’t judge if it sucks i’m still not over the mv, so my brain produced weird stuff like this. - Moyo


                   ❀

I want to fall for you deeper, I want to feel your breath closer to mine.

It had been only one day, less than 24 hours since Junhoe had last seen you and he couldn’t help this warm, tingly feeling that somehow found its way in his body whenever he thought of you. He wanted to see you, he wanted to hug you– because for some reason he had this deep desire to embrace you with his entire self and feel your heart beating against his own.

Usually, Junhoe wasn’t that kind of person to act like this. Even his members had been teasing him about it for a while, yet he couldn’t help it; he didn’t even care what those dumbheads thought as long as he knew you weren’t sick and tired of him.  

I miss you

Junhoe typed down his message, just to re-type it all over again since it sounded too aggressive for his liking.

I want to see you.  

Again… Junhoe had to think about it for a while before pressing on send. He knew that he was acting kind of childishly but asdfghjk. What If you thought he liked you? Neglecting the fact that Junhoe indeed treasured heavy feelings for your that he couldn’t quite comprehend himself.  

Juneee: What are you doing today?  

This time, he really pressed on send before he tossed the phone to the other side of the bed, taking a moment to scream into his pillow. It was 8 pm, what kind of question was that anyway? Maybe you were even asleep like–

Ding.  

Junhoe’s hand reflexively yanked the little device back, unlocking it in less than 3 seconds (he even forgot his password for a moment before he realized he didn’t even have one in the first place) and again; his heart was doing this weird jittery thing where it felt like it was jumping out of his chest any second.

Cutiepatootie123: Nothing, I just took a shower. :) <3

There was really, really not much content in the message that could make you react like Goo Junhoe in that moment and really, If it was anyone else he would have thrown the phone back into the corner of his room because who cares?? A shower, well good for you–

But it was you Junhoe was thinking here about, y o u.

And it wasn’t the fact that you just showered, no, it was the little heart that made Junhoe go all asdfghjk again.  

Juneee: Cool. Do you wanna meet up tomorrow?  

Cutiepatootie123: Sure!  

Juneee: Cool.

Cool…

COoL

HE WASN’T COOL AT ALL.  

“What the fuck is wrong with you, are you watching porn?” Hanbin raised his eyebrows at Junhoe before he came closer, trying to take a peek at his phone. “Yeah.” He answered with a wide grin; they could think anything as long as they didn’t know it was you he was so excited about. Even if that meant, he had to pretend to be some horny teenager from now on.  

It was exactly 9.20 pm when he disappeared somewhere under his covers and closed his eyes shut, hoping he could just fall asleep as soon as possible, so he could wake up to a beautiful day he was already looking forward to.  

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Eurovision!!

It’s finally here! I have actually been listening to all the songs ahead this year, since each country made their selection, which I’ve never done before, so thought I would note my faves ahead :D

1. Portugal - Amar Pelos Dois - Salvador Sobral

This is the only video I’ll include because I adore this song and combining this with Glen Keane’s Duet animation is perfect. I love Salvador’s performance from the national selection - hoping they keep it fairly simple and just let the song and Salvador shine.

2. Bulgaria - Beautiful Mess - Kristian Kostov

3. Azerbaijan - Skeletons - DiHaj

4. France - Requiem - Alma

5. Belgium - City Lights - Blanche

The exact order of my top five has moved around a bit, but these five songs are all so close and definitely ahead of the pack for me (Portugal has remained firm as my number one). Would be very happy if any of these win :)

I can’t decide an exact order for the rest, but these are the songs that make the top 10 for me:

FYM Macedonia, Albania, The Netherlands, Cyprus, Serbia

Having never really listened to the songs ahead in previous years (bar a handful about a week before last year), I’m intrigued to see if and how my faves change after seeing the live stage performances across these two semi-finals. Overall, there’s a lot of good songs this year, so it should be good! :D

Dad Material

Originally posted by itishemmings

request: you said you’re in a writing mood so here’s an idea- maybe like an adorable ashton imagine/blurb of the reader watching him around him around kids and reader realizes how good of a father he would be. Idk I’m just in need of ashton fluff xx

this is such a cute idea thank you for requesting it! this is the first ashton imagine that i’ve written so i was super excited about this, i hope you like it and that it’s the fluff that you wanted x

Ashton and I have been together for about a year and a half now, and four months ago we decided to move in together. Though Ashton was home more often than not, when he was hanging out with the boys for the first time since we got our place, I decided to get to know our neighbor a door over. Her name was Cora, and she has twins that are seven-years-old named Jace and Jamie. After we had been there a week, Cora asked me to watch them for her because she got called into work unexpectedly. And because it went well, I watched them a couple times after that. Though it was purely coincidental, Ashton was never home during the times I had watched them. That is, until tonight. I had offered to watch the twins so Cora could have some much needed time to herself, seeing as the woman worked most of the time and when she was home she had to keep up with her kids, and I felt she deserved it. So, we agreed on tonight, and when I told Ashton about it he got really excited.

“Wait, I actually get to meet the kids that you babysit sometimes?” He asked me almost incredulously.

“Yeah,” I laughed. “If you don’t have any other plans. I decided that we’re making cookies so that they’ll definitely behave and have something fun to do.”

Ashton’s eyes lit up. “I can’t wait. When are they coming over?”

“Around five,” I told him. “But you need to promise me something before they get here.”

He gave me a look as I sat next to him on the couch. “Alright, what is it?”

“Please be on your best behavior, okay? I don’t want to be blamed for her children turning into little demons or something.” I tried my best to be serious, but I’m not sure if I succeeded.

“I promise I won’t ‘corrupt’ the kids,” He air quoted. “Though, I’m not quite sure why you think I’m going to, like, act ridiculous or something. Do you not think I’m responsible?”

My eyes got wide. “I never said that, Ash. I just want to make sure everything goes smoothly, you know? If they go back to their mother and say that things went crazily then Cora will never trust me again. Plus, she’s paying me for this, so if you want half, you need to be a bit more mature than you usually are.”

Ashton scoffed, then chuckled. “I’m pretty sure I can handle that. Especially if she’s paying us.”

When the time finally came, and there was a knock at the door, Ashton quickly got up and answered it. I followed right behind him.

“Hi!” Cora beamed. “Oh, you must be (y/n)’s boyfriend that she’s told me so much about! It’s nice to meet you, I’m Cora. This is my son, Jace, and my daughter Jamie.”

“It’s so nice to finally meet you guys,” Ashton said politely. “(Y/n)’s told me all about you too.”

“Here, come on in!” I said to the twins. They walked in and took their shoes off, then looked up at us.

“Well, I’ve gotta run, you guys better behave. I’ll be checking in, so they’ll let me know how good you guys are.” Cora told them.

“They’ll be great, don’t worry.” I smiled at her. “Enjoy your alone time, we’ll see you later!”

“Alright, bye everyone, have fun!” She called out as she walked away and I closed the door.

I turned towards the twins and said, “So, guys, this is Ashton. He lives here with me.”

“Then why haven’t we seen him before?” Jace asked.

Ashton chuckled. “Because I’m usually with my friends or doing something else while you guys are here.”

“Are you guys married?” Jamie asked next.

“No, not yet.” I fake pouted, earning a laugh from them both.

“We will be one day, though.” Ashton assured. I’d be lying if I said hearing him say that didn’t make my heart happy.

Ashton offered to make spaghetti for everyone for dinner, and as he did so the twins and I watched Spongebob. It was their absolute favorite show, Cora told me the first time I babysat for her that they watched it literally all the time. She was so over the show at this point, but she’d never tell them that.

Once dinner was finished, we all sat in the living room and ate.

“We love coming over, because (y/n) always lets us eat in out here.” Jace said as he shoveled food into his mouth.

Ashton chuckled. “Yeah, she’s cool, isn’t she?”

The twins nodded.

“Well, I’m glad you guys think that, because I think you both are cool too.” I smiled.

“You’re going to think she’s even cooler once you hear what we get to do after dinner.” Ashton added.

The twins turned towards us, eyes wide with excitement.

“What are we gonna do?” Jamie gasped.

Ashton looked at me and I nodded, giving him permission to tell them.

“We’re going to make cookies!” He announced, causing them to squeal and squirm around.

“You guys are the coolest grownups ever!” Jace got up from his spot on the floor to hug us.

“Can we come here all the time?!” Jamie got up and joined the group hug.

“I dunno about ‘all the time’, we’ll definitely see about you guys coming over more often,” I laughed lightly.

After everyone was done, we got out the cookie dough I had already made from the fridge and Ashton grabbed the rolling pin, some flour, two cookie cutters, and a cookie sheet.

“Do you guys want to put some flour on the counter?” Ashton asked the twins.

“Yeah!” They said in unison, grabbing almost handfuls of flour from the bag each and dumping it on the countertop.

“That sure is a lot of flour,” I commented, causing them to laugh.

“Nah, it’s the perfect amount.” Ashton waved me off playfully. I rolled my eyes and laughed myself.

He asked them to smooth it out a bit, then unwrapped the cookie dough and put it onto the flour. After rolling it out, he handed them each a cookie cutter.

“Okay, so you two are going to cut out the cookies, but you have to make sure they have enough space between them.” Ashton instructed.

They nodded, each taking turns letting him help them until they were done, even though we both knew they could probably do it just fine on their own. Once all of the cookies were on the tray, I preheated the oven.

“You guys did such a good job.” He complimented. “I bet they’ll be the best cookies ever!”

“Really?” Jace said.

“Really.” Ashton confirmed, taking some flour on his finger and rubbing it on Jace’s nose.

Jace giggled, taking flour and putting on his sister’s nose. She scoffed, then gave her brother a mischievous look. They both got flour and put it on Ashton’s nose, causing them all to crack up laughing.

“Hey, (y/n),” Ashton called for me.

“Yes?” I said as I stood beside him. I knew exactly what he was going to do, but I played along.

“You have a little something,” He studied my face.

“Where?” I acted clueless.

“Right here,” He grinned as he rubbed flour onto my nose, the twins cracking up even more.

“Just so you know, I totally saw that coming.” I told him.

“Sure you did,” He drawled out.

When the oven preheated, we put the cookies in and set a timer, then went back into the living room. As I wiped the twins and I’s noses off, Ashton looked like a light bulb went off in his head. He walked down the hall and disappeared into our room, then came back out with his guitar in his hand. He sat down on the couch and the twins rushed over to him, looking at him in awe.

“Can you play something?” Jace asked him.

“Sure, little dude.” Ashton replied as he ruffled Jace’s hair. He thought for a moment, then started playing a song from Spongebob. The kids’ eyes lit up and the started jumping around and dancing. Once Ashton finished, they applauded him.

“Wow, I didn’t even know you could play that song.” I chuckled.

Ashton shrugged. “Luke taught it to me.”

“Why am not surprised?” I said, Ashton laughing as the twins begged him to play the song again.

He played it two more times, then after taking the cookies out he tried to convince them to let him play something he came up with while they cooled. They accepted, eager to hear something he made. They loved that song too, and after a while of singing and dancing and eating cookies, they were all worn out. We went back to watching Spongebob again, the twins curled up on either side of Ashton. They asked him random questions and he answered them attentively. After a bit I realized it had gotten quiet, the only noise coming from the tv. I turned to see all three of them asleep and chuckled to myself. It was so cute how the twins had grown attached to Ashton in just one evening. He was so sweet with them, and you could tell how much the twins enjoyed hanging out with him. And here I thought he would be letting them run around acting crazy and make a huge mess or something like that, when he actually acted responsibly and kept them entertained. I figured that Ashton was okay with kids, but it made me happy seeing just how good he was with them. And I couldn’t help but think about how he’d be with our kids someday, and just that thought made me smile so big. He was definitely Dad material. And I knew that when the time came, he was going to be an amazing father.

ahhh that was so cute i hope you enjoyed it (: if you want to request anything then please do, requests are always open x