i was just there 15 minutes ago

honestly like my coping mechanism is crying. like i can be super upset about something and then i just throw myself like a 15 minute pity party and sob then i’m just like over it. then im a new bitch. emo bitch?? idk her she’s so 15 minutes ago.

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anonymous asked:

yall exo-ls acting like you're top shit for selling out 1 stadium while there are other groups out there getting international recognition that exo could never get

okay first of all “1 stadium” is the Jamsil Olympic Stadium which holds 70k+ people and the last time it was sold out was 17 years ago. Not only is exo the first and only 3rd generation to have the privilege of performing there but they also managed to sell out all 70k+ seats in less than 15 minutes and people are still itching to buy seats for their 2nd date so i can only imagine how much faster they’ll sell out for day two so honestly every single word of encouragement or hyping up exo-ls have done are completely justified so idk maybe you should just stop sounding so pressed idk just a suggestion

and secondly, exo a kpop group centred in korea not getting north american recognition???? (you don’t need to sugarcoat it we all know who and what you’re talking about) oh no how tragic what ever shall they do. but if you truly wanted cold hard facts no offense but exo has and still is fucking it up in na and pretty much the rest of the world since before your faves even made it big so idk maybe take your ass out of my blog and focus on your own faves for once instead of so desperately trying to downplay exo’s never ending list of achievements

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your regular reminder: Chalo and Priya are absolutely stunning.

Reggie Mantle

(Okay, well I meant to write headcanons but then it turned into this. Like I said in my previous post. It seems I can’t write anything less than a thousand words. This has been in my head for a while and I intended to write it as a full fic, but decided on writing it like this instead?  I’ve been having serious Reggie Mantle feels lately, so here you go.This is also pretty much my Isaac Lahey fic, but Reggie. I’ve probably misspelled a bit, but it’s 3 am so I’ll edit it later. Feedback would be greatly appreciated and whoever reads this, I hope you enjoy.)

Reggie falls for the new girl

 -The first time he sees you, he’s talking to someone from the team in the hallway.

-The second his eyes land on you; he trails off on what he was saying.

- “Reggie, bro you okay?”

- “Yeah who’s that?” he says pointing in your direction.

- “Oh, that’s Y/N. She just started here today.”

- “Y/N.” he repeats to himself. 

 - “Yeah, she’s pretty cool. I met her this morning.”

 -Even though his teammate is still talking, Reggie barely hears any it because he’s having a hard time not focusing on you.


 -Reggie hates 5th period, so he always shows up late.

-15 minutes’ pass before he decides he’s going to head to class now.

-That’s when he sees you struggling trying to carry a few books while you look over your class schedule.

-You’re late for your class because you have no idea where it’s located.

- “Hey.” you hear someone say behind you. When you turn around you’re greeted by a tall boy with a very nice smile.

- “Hey.” you say.

- “Here let me help you with that, Your Y/N, right? I’m Reggie.” he says as he grabs the books out of your hand.

- “Thank you. Yes, I’m new here. Which is why I’m struggling trying to find my next class.” You say looking over your schedule again.

- “I might be able to help with that.”

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Just so you know, you matter a lot

[submission] I’m an animal person. Well, mammals specifically. Worked with them for years and never really *got* keeping reptiles, but I didn’t knock it. I live in one of those big apartment complexes with indoor hallways, and about a week and a half ago I was just chilling, minding my own business. I got up to grab a snack… 15 minutes into netflix and chill I walked by my foyer and a random noodle gave me this look

I….was…a bit taken aback. Reptiles aren’t my thing but I surmised he was A) not venomous and B) probably not from the united states east cost. 

I discovered he was scared but not aggressive and I figured he’d escaped from someone, and since I knew snakes needed to be kept warm I put him in my bra and went to knock on some doors. Nobody knew anything about him and eventually I went back, and looked up reptile rescue centers and the closest one was a hundred miles away. This was on a Sunday and I wouldn’t be able to get him there till Saturday, and I couldn’t just keep him in my bra for a week. I did a google search and came up with your normal rubbermaid and paper towel setup and…it seemed…idk. Reptile person I wasn’t, animal person I WAS and I decided to browse the tungle to see what I could see. 

I found your blog. 

I learned he had stuck shed like crazy, and that there was much more to keeping a snake than $20 worth of stuff from target. I also figured if I was going to shell out to give a temporary home…well…I’d just make it his permanent one. I didn’t have the chance to scour your blog as much as I wanted, since I felt bad for keeping him where he was for so long, but I went to the pet store and set up this

(it’s heated from underneath and 2 temp and humidity monitored) it’s not exactly what I want it to be, but I did what I could with what I had and since then I’ve made a few modifications (bigger water bowl for a start) 

I’ve been all over your blog and your frustration with the people who claim ball pythons are completely sedentary are starting to anger me too, because from what I learned and what I can tell this dude is doing a lot better. 

The fact that there are people who just their snakes nearly immobile and tucked away astounds me. 

(ignore old tape, tank was sanitized and salvaged from apartment recycling room)

He climbs. Sometimes when I stay up I’ll take a peek at his tank and he’ll be all over his bamboo pole or plants or on his hide. 

He choses places to chill other than his hides (that’s a super low powered heat lamp I used to warm up my budgie for spray baths; wondered if he’d like some ‘sun’ on his scales)

He has, thus far, been nothing but an enthusiastic eater.

I went from seeing people collect reptiles like trading cards and thinking that was all there was to it, to being absolutely fascinated by this chill little noodle and loving to see what he’s up to . I went from complete ambivalence to becoming more and more passionate about proper reptile husbandry. 

You don’t have to post this, I just want you to know that for every asshole who should probably stick to those morimo moss balls, you inspire another person to learn everything she can about properly caring for these guys, enriching and monitoring their environment, and trying to make sure they are as healthy and happy as possible. 

You ARE making a difference.

I really dont have any words that describe how i feel, but this is one of the sweetest things anyone has ever sent me. Thank you so much for sharing!!!

Oil Pulling: The Basics


Oil pulling. It whitens your teeth, improves your breath, helps your skin and even helps increase energy. So why isn’t everyone doing it?

I’ve been oil pulling for about six months now and, being someone who has always been slightly OCD about oral health, I wanted to share this Ayurvedic practice because it genuinely works!

What is it?

Oil pulling is literally the practice of swishing about a tablespoon of oil around your mouth, first thing in a morning (and on an empty stomach in general) for about 15-20 minutes. It originated in India thousands of years ago, but has been increasingly used medically in the US and UK since the 1990s. The idea is that the scummy layer that builds up in your mouth overnight sticks in the oil so you can spit it out. This is different to just brushing your teeth in the morning, where you move the bacteria around your mouth a bit rather than completely removing it.

What are the benefits?

There are many claims worldwide from people who have experienced benefits from oil pulling, including help with skin conditions, arthritis, asthma, headaches, hormone imbalances, infections, liver problems etc. However, the main and direct benefits of oil pulling are:

- Whiter teeth

- Healthier gums

- Less sensitive teeth

- Better breath

- Strengthens teeth, jaw and gums

- Prevents mouth bleeding and diseases

How do I do it?

If this sounds like something you think you’ll benefit from, this is how to get started:

1. Get some oil!

Traditionally, people oil pull with either sesame oil or coconut oil. I now alternate between the two, but I would recommend doing it with coconut oil as it has added health benefits and tastes nice!

2. When you wake up in the morning, before you brush your teeth, get one tablespoon of oil and put it in your mouth.

This might sound like an extra thing to do in the morning, but I find that I wake up and am oil pulling while I get showered/dressed. Once you then spit the oil out, you can brush your teeth.
Note: You must swish the oil round your mouth for at least 15 minutes, because otherwise all of the scum won’t get into the oil. You’ll know if you’ve done it right if the oil goes from being clear (when you first put it in your mouth) to being thicker and white.

3. Spit it out into the bin or toilet, not the sink.

When the bacteria is in the oil, it becomes pretty gross (even toxic, some say). So it needs to be spat out where it can be disposed of. Ideally you should spit it into the bin because the oil can clog up the pipes. However, I usually spit it into the toilet, and spray a bit of bathroom cleaner down there before I flush for good measure!

4. Inspect your clean, sparkly teeth and brush your teeth as normal.

It’s as simple as that! I will usually clean my tongue with an Ayurvedic tongue scraper after I oil pull, then brush my teeth with a toothpaste without Fluoride or Sodium Laureth Sulfate. However, you can just do whatever it is you usually do!

                                                         Enjoy! 

anonymous asked:

can you pleeeease post some stories about/from OMD?

sure.

i’ll set the stage: picture a 5′6″ 80 year old man with giant blue eyes and shaggy white hair that is a mix between surfer bro and old man. he’s almost always wearing a jumpsuit and hasn’t purchased new clothes since the 80s or sometihng.

he called me at 11:30 PM when he knew I was in bed. he knew i was in bed because he had been talking to me through my bedroom window for an hour about how he is convinced someone broke into his house in 1949 through the bedroom window. he didn’t live there in 1949. i was like, OMD. it is my bedtime. i know you stay up until 4 AM and sleep until 2 PM every day, but I gotta get up at 7 for work. and he said, “i just had to tell you that i found a picture of my brother in law and i can’t WAIT to show you tomorrow” and then talked at me for 15 minutes (from 4 feet away - literally, our houses are really close together) about his brother in law who is now dead.

he’s lived on our street his ENTIRE life - he was born a few blocks down the road, moved a few blocks up the road as a teen, and bought the house in the 70s. he knows EVERYTHING about the neighborhood.

when i was moving in a few years ago, he sauntered out of his house and sat on the back of the moving truck uninvited, made a skeptical face, and shouted, “WHO are YOU!?” at me. my mom was convinced he was going to murder me for so long. i thought he was so weird at first and my mom was like “someday you’ll just be like, oh don’t mind dan, he’s harmless, he’s just my wacky neighbor” and it’s so true.

he casually drops the craziest stuff into conversation and i never believed him at first but i’ve been fact checking and EVERYTHING he says is true. in one of our first conversations he dropped that my house used to be a brothel and a sex worker owned it and that he was a millionaire and owned property in 5 different states and i didn’t believe him but it’s all true.

sometimes he brings me $5 giftcards to trader joes because he knows i like to buy cookies from there, but scolds me about eating junk food. he’s EXTREMELY healthy and goes to a naturopath. i wish i could post a picture of him but that would be creepy and he HATES the internet - he doesn’t even have a cell phone.

he doesn’t own any big knives so he will leave watermelons on my back porch with a note asking me to cut them in half for him. he always gives me half.

he calls me his favorite friend and i told him about being in a bad spot when i was a young teen and last night while i was talking to him through my bedroom window he said “I’m just really glad you didn’t kill yourself when you were younger.” and it made me cry lol. i love him a lot he’s my surrogate grandpa. he never married or had kids. he waits for me in my backyard when i get home from work almost every day and tries to get me to hang out with him but i usually just want to go inside and chill, i try to hang out with him as much as possible.

he told me he’d never had a birthday party before so last year i threw him a garden party and baked him his favorite kind of cake and some of my friends came over and it was great.

he also hates taxes, trump, the government, and goes to a bunch of neighborhood anti gentrification meetings lol.

100 Prompts

1. “Close your eyes and shut up.”

2. “They hide paper towels in their room and I don’t know why.“

3. “Get over it, pussy.”

4. “He yelled yeehaw and I’m not quite sure why.”

5. “No playing video games together is not considered a date.”

6. “Give me anime or give me death.”

7. “Your mom texted to tell me you’re pathetic.”

8. "Do you ever look at your hand after you nut and just think “I’m so disgusting.” I call it post nut depression.”

9. “I think I have a kink for being made fun of.”

10. "I can’t believe you woke me up crying over a group.”

11. “You’re just naturally dumb.”

12. “Why did you take a picture praying to an anime character?”

13. "On a scale of 1-10 how bad do you not wanna do this?” “I don’t.”

14. “I’m going to my bed.” “That’s the bathroom.”

15. “I would have stayed if you asked.”

16. “You know I’d do anything for you.”

17. "Are you hurt?”

18. “Why do you have a duck in your bag?”

19. "Why are you listening to the ICarly soundtrack?”

20. “I don’t want to hear about your toe.”

21. “Why can’t we get matching clothes?”

22. “You were sick 5 minutes ago.” “But I’m not sick now.”

23. "I’ve lost my nose.”

24. "Why would I have a problem with you facetiming your cat?”

25. “Is this your dream?”

26. “I don’t understand why you’d think that.”

27. "I’m living life to the fullest extent!”

28. “What do you mean you won’t sleep in the empty bed?!”

29. “I’m part of the pathetic line.”

30. “It’s two a.m., why are you next to me?”

31. “Sex doesn’t make you any better at playing Overwatch.”

32. “No problem friend. I am meme share supreme.”

33. “I can’t go to Taco Bell for a while.”

34. “Can you con someone for group dessert money?”

35. “You look like the manager for Hot Topic.”

36. “Am I supposed to find you laying in my bed in a banana suit hot?”

37. “I can’t find my pants.”

38. “You know I didn’t mean that.”

39. “Who cares if they saw?”

40. “Please come with me.”

41. "Let me shower first!”

42. “What is that?”

43. “I’m not the one doing it.”

44. “I’m not him.”

45. “It’s a secret.”

46. “Did you read it?”

47. “What if I prove you wrong?”

48. “How do we get in?”

49. “Is something wrong with me?”

50. “That’s my theme song.”

51. “Let me stay. Please.”

52. “All I want is you and if I can’t have that-”

53. “Ask for permission.”

54. “Why did you say ‘Daddy’ in your sleep?”

55. “I put trust in you.”

56. “Stay.”

57. “You’re a filthy squid.”

58. "Do you really need those?”

59. "Would you be able to be happy with me?”

60. “Just come here.”

61. "All I was doing was looking for you.”

62. “I feel so fucking stupid.”

63. “I can handle myself.”

64. "It was your fault.”

65. "How did it take me so long to realize?”

66. “It was always you.”

67. “You bought my hip hop monster?”

68. “Don’t start with that again.”

69. “F-Fuck.”

70. “Disgusting.”

71. “We were just joking around, right? Please tell me you knew that.”

72. “Why are you sleeping?”

73. “Why do you want taco bell now?”

74. “Hey, what would my name be if I was a Pokémon?”

75. “All great stories started off shitty. Just like you. Now, fix yourself.”

76. "What’s your favorite meme?”

77. “I left the house today.”

78. “Does this make me some kind of hero?”

79. “You don’t need to know.”

80. “It’s just not that impressive.”

81. “I need some sugar.”

82. “There were two so I figured one was mine-”

83. “Please don’t go.”

84. "Just a bit more-”

85. “Are you subconsciously doing the dance?”

86. “You promised you wouldn’t fall asleep.”

87. "You’re not a bad problem, you’re a good problem. Not a problem, problem.”

88. “Don’t pretend I didn’t just see what you were doing.”

89. “We just don’t really talk anymore.”

90. "Do you think other species have their own kind of drugs? Like something that gets them high?”

91. “Stop stroking your plushie.”

92. "Look, it’s called Joppa!”

93. "You’re just a little baby.”

94. “Ow, my ass.”

95. "Please just take a nap.”

96. "But that was my best pickup line!”

97. "Would you still act the same knowing everyone’s eyes were on you?”

98. “You’re just a memory now.”

99. “Go fuck yourself.”

100. “It’s never gonna happen.”

Stood Up

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Word Count: 1,159

Warnings: fluff, don’t date brett he’s a jerk

Prompt: The reader gets stood up on a date, but Dean swoops in just in time to save the night.

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You sat in the green backed booth, a cup of water in front of you. The waiter had been by twice already, asking if you were still waiting. You felt bad for continuing to tell him that you were, knowing that you were hogging a table that could be used for other people who had been waiting.

You were set to meet someone for a date. It was your first date, and you had met the man through a dating website. After weeks of talking, you were set to meet, tonight. He said he’d meet you at the restaurant at 6:00, and you panicked because you had arrived at 6:05, but when you got there, he wasn’t there and nobody had checked in under his name.

You sent him a message, asking if he was running late and not even three minutes later, he replied saying he was and asked you to get a table, assuring you he’d be there soon. Soon was said at 6:09pm, and it was now almost 7.

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anonymous asked:

Hi love💕 can you please do an imagine where y/n is super hard to get but Harry feels determined to get her and at the end he ends up doing it but after having to convince her. Thanks babe.😊

I tweaked that just a tad! x

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You were a friend of Glenne; even had a part in setting her and Jeff together.

“Tonight is the night we finally find you a man.” Glenne said, looking at you as you put on your earrings.

You rolled your eyes, “How many times do we have to talk about this?”

“For as long as you actually get a man.” Glenne raised her eyebrow.

“I’m going with the flow, G. I’m not going to force myself into a relationship. You know how I like things,” You popped your lips, looking at your lipstick before turning to look at Glenne, “Nice and slow.”

“You look hot.” Glenne grinned, looking at you. You had an off shoulder beige crop flowy top, black high waisted skinny jeans, burgundy chelsea boots and your hair is up in straight ponytail. Your make up was light but you had an eye catching burgundy lipstick along with your gold hoop earrings.

Your grin matched hers as you glanced at the mirror one more time before you and Glenne got out of your house and drove to Jeff’s, where he was throwing a small get-together for his close friends and a few of his crew.

“I’m telling you, you and Harry would make a really hot couple.” Glenne said.

You groaned, “What’s it with you and talking to me about him all the time?” You parked, unbuckling your seatbelt.

“You’re my best friend. I want the best for you and Harry is exactly that.” Glenne said as you both walked towards the door, Glenne unlocking it with her key.
You were met with laughter of people and chatter and the smell of colognes.

“Finally!” Jeff grinned, walking towards you and Glenne, greeting her with a kiss on the lips before hugging you and kissing your cheek. “Finally took a day off to see us?” Jeff teased you with a roll of his eyes as you all walked towards the others who were sat in the living room.

“I figured I’d let you have the fun of seeing me.” You joked.

“Everyone, this is Y/N Y/L/N, the next big businesswoman who spends her single life working and traveling.” Jeff said as you chuckled, waving at those who sat.

Your eyes lingered on floral pants, traveling to see who wore them, smiling when you saw that it was the one and only person Jeff and Glenne have been trying to set you up with; Harry Styles.

Harry’s eyes lingered on you, an intrigued smile on his face as he stood, approaching you and offering his hand, “Harry.” He spoke, his eyes not leaving yours. You put your hand in his, shaking it.

“Y/N.”

After greeting everyone else, you all sat, chatting about everything and anything. You were sitting on the couch opposite to Harry, who would grin whenever he said something that made you laugh.
“Y/N, could you be a darling and empty more snacks in bowls from the kitchen?” Glenne asked, batting her eyelashes at you.

You nodded, standing up, “Right pantry?”

“They’re on the counter.” Jeff answered, “Harry, can you help her? They’re a lot for just one person.”

You glared at the couple when you understood what they were after before smiling slightly, looking at Harry who gestured for you to walk in front of him.
You both walked towards the kitchen, Harry supporting a dimpled smile when he noticed your chelsea boots, glancing at his own for a moment.

“I’ll get the bowls, why don’t you open the bag?” You suggested. Harry nodded.

“I like the boots.” Harry said as you put the bowls in front of him.

You smiled, looking at them before looking at his, “I like yours, too. Wait, I think I saw a tweet the other day of your glittery gold ones?”

Harry nodded, “I have an obsession.”

No way! Me too,“ You chuckled, “Jeff got me these rainbow ones last month.”

“These were for you?” Harry gasped, “I helped him choose them.” He grinned, feeling his stomach flutter at the thought of you wearing something he chose.

“I love them.” You giggled, “We need to get those outside.” You held two bowls in your arms. You smirked at him before walking outside. Harry smiled to himself with a shake of his head before holding the other bowls in his arms and following you.

For the rest of the night, you noticed it; Harry trying to impress you and if not, he would be glancing at you. You caught him two times biting his lip before looking the other way with a dimpled smile once he noticed that you caught him. You looked at your phone’s clock, seeing it was 12 am.
You stood up, “Well, I gotta go. It’s midnight already and you guys know I’m not a fan of driving this late.” You looked at Jeff and Glenne.

“Aw, the night is just starting. We can give you a ride home.” Jeff said.

“Wait, Harry lives close to you.” Glenne said, “I’m sure he wouldn’t mind giving you a ride?” She looked at Harry with a sly grin, wiggling her eyebrows.

“I definitely wouldn’t.” He smiled, looking up at you.

“You looked from Jeff and Glenne to Harry before feigning a yawn, "It’s okay. I’m feeling sleepy anyway. Harry can enjoy the rest of the night.”

At this, Harry, too, yawned. “I might be getting a tad sleepy too. Come on. Goodnight, everyone.” Harry waved as he stood up, standing beside you. You looked at him in surprise before saying goodbye to everyone and walking towards the door with Harry following you.

With a smirk and a confident expression, you unlocked your car. “You’re coming with me, aren’t you?” Harry asked.

You opened your car door, getting inside. “Goodnight, Styles.” You closed the door, blew him a kiss before driving off, leaving a very flustered Harry behind.

Harry entered the house again, “She didn’t even give me her number.” He frowned to Jeff and Glenne.

“Y/N…” They both said in unison.

The next day, you woke up and was scrolling through your phone, tapping on the new follower request on instagram. Your eyes immediately fell on the light blue check mark before you saw his name; harrystyles.
With a smile and a giddy feeling, you accepted his request.
It was a total coincidence for Harry. He was checking to see if you had accepted his request, meeting your profile loading pictures instead. He smiled, scrolling through your posts.
he smiled when he saw a picture of you and and a puppy, wanting to scroll down but instead, he double tapped.

“Shit!” He checked when the picture was posted, his eyes widening when he saw that it was a year ago. “Shit! Fuck!” It was too late to unlike it now, if you had the notifications appearing in the newsfeed, he already had looked like a creep.
That night, as he was having a drink with Mitch, he held his phone, debating whether or not he should send you a direct message.
He did.

‘Hi :) x’

15 minutes later, you replied back.

‘Hi, you. :)’

Harry frowned at the lack of x’s. Maybe you just didn’t use them.

'I’ll be straightforward. I want to see you again. Is that fine? x’

You replied minutes later,

I might be busy this whole week’

Harry cursed under his breath,

'Next week? :) x’

You replied,

'Sure. :) x’

He smiled at the x.

'Here’s my number ***-****. Text me whenever you’re free. x’

He waited for a reply, supporting a frown when he didn’t receive one until he was in bed, ready to sleep.

'Will do. x’

The week couldn’t have been going any slower. Harry would watch all your instagram stories, smiling to himself or showing your selfie to whoever was beside him. But you didn’t text him and he was beginning to worry if you ever were going to. Not to brag but if any other girl, they’d be kissing right now yet here he is, not even having your number.

It was exactly 13 days after your instagram texts when he found an unknown number calling him. He answered, “Hello?”

“I’m free tonight. Are you?” You said just as he answered.

Harry’s eyebrows furrowed in confusion before he smiled, “Y/N?”
You hummed in confirmation. “Oh, yes, yes, I’m free. Uh, when?”

“7?”

He smiled, nodding to himself. “7 it is. Text me your address so I can pick you up.”

“Will do, Styles. Casual or dressy?” You asked.

“Casual.” He answered although he, for one, had no idea where was he taking you yet.

“Got it. See you later, Styles.” He could hear the smirk in your voice before you hung up. He fist bumped the air before rushing to his room, opening his closet while different places floated in his head.

I’m his favorite black chelsea boots, black wife legged pants that had floral design at the end of it and a red shirt tucked inside loosely with a few buttons undone, Harry drove towards your address, finding that you really lived close to him.
He walked towards your door, clearing his throat and straightened his shirt and pants before he rang the doorbell.

After the second ring, he was met with you; clad in an outfit similar to his only your black wide legged pants were plain and you had a blue shirt that was also loosely tucked inside, brown chelsea boots on your feet. You both looked at each other’s outfits before bursting out laughing.

“You stole my look!” You laughed, closing the door behind you.

“You definitely stole mine, love.” Harry laughed, shaking his head.

“Now we’re going to look like we’re matching.” You joked, walking beside him towards his car.

“We are.” He bumped his hip with yours with a smile before opening the door for you.

“So, where are you taking me?” You asked after buckling your seatbelt, looking at him.

“Should I keep it as a surprise?” Harry asked you, turning the ignition on.

You nodded excitedly, slumping in your seat.

He took you to a bowling alley where you crushed his ass then to a small pub owned by a family with karaoke.

You laughed as Harry’s cheeks were pink and his eyes glaring at you jokingly. “I’m never letting you choose me a song. How was I supposed to sing Despacito?”

You laughed, holding your stomach as you had tears in your eyes. “I recorded it!”

“No!”

Later that night, when Harry drove you home and walked you to your door, he stood with his hands in his pockets, looking down nervously. “I had fun tonight.” He said.

You smiled, “I mean, you were alright.” You joked.

Harry’s jaw dropped, eyes looking at you with worry, “You didn’t like it?”

“I’m just joking,” You giggled. You unlocked the door before standing against it.
“Does that mean I won a second date?” Harry smirked, taking closer steps towards you.

“Wait, tonight was a date?” You asked, almost laughing at Harry whose face fell. “Don’t go fainting on me now. I’m just joking, again.” You giggled.

Harry groaned but smiled, “Stop that.”

“But yes, you won yourself a second date,” You smiled before looking at him with a serious face, “Or did you?” and with that, you got inside, closing the door behind you as you were a giggling mess. You looked at Harry discreetly as he, again, looked flustered.

“She’s going to kill me.” Harry said once Glenne picked up the phone as he drove back home.

The next following days and weeks, you were getting pampered by Harry. When you woke up one day to a Gucci box on your doormat, attached to it an envelope, you were gobsmacked. Inside the box were a pair of customized Chelsea boots that had 3 little daisy flowers on each side, a card that said that they were customized just for you. When you teared open the envelope, you couldn’t contain the grin on your face.

'I saw daisies the other day and thought of you. Also thought of Chelsea boots (I always am). So this happened. I hope you like them. xx -Harry’

You rushed to call him, waiting impatiently for him to pick up. “Yellow?” He answered.

“You’re unbelievable.” You laughed.

“You got the gift?” Harry asked in a happy time.

“I did. But why? Why get me anything in the first place?”

“Because I want to. Also, figured they’d make you happy and guessing from this phone call, you are.” He replied.

“I am.” You giggled.

“Why don’t you put them on on your next date? Tomorrow? Breakfast? You, me, together.” He said nervously.

“I’d love to.” You smiled.

“Great! Wonderful! I’ll pick you up, text me the time, yeah?”

After you hung up and you squealed to yourself, you were already running towards your room to put your outfit together for the following day.
After falling asleep with a smile on both of your faces and getting ready, Harry stood inside your house as you put on your new boots.

“Ow did you even know my size?” You asked.

“Glenne.” Harry replied, opening the door for you and watching as you locked it behind you before you both walked towards his car.

“Of course.” You chuckled.
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After arriving to a coffee shop nearby, you and Harry sat down after having your drinks and donuts, beginning to talk about everything.

“So, you like traveling?” Harry asked.

“Love.” You corrected with a smile.

“Do you travel alone?”

You nodded, “Sometimes a friend or some join but I’m mostly alone when I do.”

“Doesn’t it get lonely sometimes?” Harry asked, fiddling with his straw.

You shrugged, “Sometimes it does.”

“Well maybe we should travel together.” Harry suggested with a wiggle of his eyebrows.

“Maybe we should.”

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It was the after your fourth date that you and Harry finally kissed. It was the cliché moment of a kiss goodnight on your doorstep, teenage blushes and grins after you pulled away.
It was the sixth date when Harry asked you the question;

“Would you be my girlfriend?” He shouted over the music as you both stood in a local underground band’s concert.

You stopped midway dancing, a grin on your face as you looked at him. “What?” You shouted.

“I asked you,” He shouted, smiling down at you, “Would you be my girlfriend? Save me some energy?” He grinned teasingly.

You nodded, pressing your lips on his, his hands holding your waist tightly.

“Finally. You drove me crazy, woman.” He said against your lips before attaching your lips together again.

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I’m sorry for any typos, I’m on my phone and I’m sleepy and my phone’s screen is cracked lmao. Love you & hope you liked it! x

Friends Part 9

Summary: You and Bucky are friends for a long time, but lately you start to develop romantic feelings for him. One day one of Tony’s parties everything changes but maybe not the way you wanted or expected.

Paring: Bucky x Reader

Words: 3143

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You look at the giant compound in front of you, with all your courage you ring the doorbell. Bruce answers the door asking gently “What are you doing here? There is nobody home, didn’t you hear about what happened?”

“What happened, Bruce?” Your heart hurts, you are already preparing for the worst “I don’t know all the details, but Hydra wants to make another super soldier. Apparently, they are kidnapping civilians to make the experiments.”

This is so horrible, you feel sorry for all these people that are having their life destroyed but at the same time you are relieved that Bucky is alright and that it is just another mission “Shouldn’t you be there with them?”

You imagined that the Hulk would be helpful in these situations “I wouldn’t be very useful in that situation, they need to be discrete and the Hulk is nothing like that.”  You should go home, it seems like the Universe doesn’t want you two to be together. It is the only explanation.

“Oh I see, I am so sorry to bother you so late. “ You check your phone it is way past midnight “Can you let me know when they get home? I really need to talk to, Bucky.” Bruce opens the front door for you “Why don’t you sleep here tonight? It’s pretty late and Bucky will kill me if something happens to you.”

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From Afar {Part 2}

Originally posted by parkrpeters

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word count: 1224 

pairings: peter parker x reader 

warnings: there’s so much fluff you might d.I.E

a/n: i’m sorry this took so long to post guys!! i know a lot of you have been asking for it, so it picks up where part 1 left off! thank you SO MUCH to everyone who gave this fic some MAJOR love, it literally means everything to me!! 

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You tapped your pen restlessly against the open textbook in front of you, your foot bouncing nervously under the table. Were you too early? Was he going to think it was weird you got here early? You had only snagged the tiny table in the corner by the window just twenty minutes ago, checking your watch. You both agreed on three o’clock, and it was now 3:15.

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“The fridge light washes this room white, moon dances over your good side”

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The one where it’s 3am and he thinks you’re beautiful  

She was the only quiet he wanted, content with unspoken words being heard in soft smiles in hair and kisses on foreheads worn like crowns and he’d give anything to capture moments like these in picture frames so he’d be sure he’d never lose them. He was crazy about her. He could tell you exactly what made her smile that day two years ago, even if it was just for a moment. Don’t get me wrong, she was head over heals for him too, she’d memorised the deep lines in his palms that cupped her cheeks perfectly and she knew from first glance that he would know how to hold her.

He wasn’t completely sure what it was that had woken him up but he thinks it was the realisation that her breath was no longer on his neck. So he makes his passed the discarded clothes and Polaroids strung together on walls, looking for her, and when he finds her he swears to this day that he stopped breathing. She was wearing one of his shirts and it was just hanging off her back, her hair in a top knot that kind of looked like a baby had been pulling at it but to him she made it work. Her skin was illuminated but the dull glow of the refrigerator light and her thighs had bruises which made he’s heart ache with pride because she’s wearing proof of his fingertips from the night before.  

The radio is on and it’s playing the song she attached to that drunk guy they met and that party one time because she’s the kind of girl who’d attach songs to people and hate it when they stop being important because the songs still are. She hasn’t noticed he’s there yet, hasn’t seen his fond smile and his eyes that had that glimmer in them that only she could provoke but he figures she’ll notice soon and when she does she’ll lean against the open refrigerator door and she’ll sigh out a ‘hi’ and he won’t say anything because words aren’t needed, he’ll just walk over to her so he can do what he’s wanted to do since finding her in the kitchen 15 minutes ago. He’ll kiss her, almost as soft as her voice, and when they pull apart he’ll rest his forehead on hers and the radio will start to play a slow love song about how the guy finally got the girl, and they’ll dance.

Ew, So Gross (Peter Parker x Reader)

Plot: Peter and Reader get caught in a… compromising position 

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Originally posted by peterbparkerr


“Ned totally fell off the board. He completely twisted his ankle, and I thought he broke it! I saw something sticking out and he was crying, but his ankle was just really swollen.” Peter said whilst down on his knee to tie his shoe.

You gasped, hand over your mouth, “That’s so graphic! Is he okay? That’s ew, so gross.”

“Hey! Get up! You’re too young for this, do you want to ruin your relationship? Ruin your lives? Don’t be stupid, you’re both smart kids, but this is beyond idiotic.” Tony rambled.

Peter sent you a confused look which you replied to with a shrug of your shoulders.

“Mr. Stark, I was just-” Peter began.

“Being stupid, yes, I know. FRIDAY, call a team meeting in the living room, tell them it’s urgent.” Tony told the AI.

“We were actually gonna go out to eat.” You tried.

“Oh nice, no. Living room now.” Tony ordered.


“I was watching my soap opera.” Wanda pouted.

“Whatever, you’re probably wondering why I called you all here. Our teen love birds are being stupid! Ready to ruin their lives with such a dumb decision, I get it. I get that you think you love each other-” Tony started.

“They’ve been together for a year, what exactly is going on, why do we have to be here?” Steve asked.

“Well, Peter was proposing!” Tony yelled.

This news caused everyone to get up and start yelling at both you and Peter.  

“You’re both so young!”

 “How could you be so stupid?” 

“Where is the ring?”

“Pete, you didn’t tell me!”

“Hey! Sit down and let us explain!” Peter managed to yell over everybody.

The adults of the team took their seats, still wiggling, anxious to get more critiques out.

“Peter and I are 15, we make dumb decisions all the time, but we know marriage is a huge step and we know we’re not ready.” You stated calmly.

“(Y/N) is right, marriage would be too soon for us, we’re in high school, everybody would obviously disapprove, and we have so much going on. Oh, and we’re 15, just in case you guys forgot!” Peter reiterated.

“I mean I can see how the situation could have gotten mixed up, but Peter was tying his shoe.” You added.

“You know what? FRIDAY play back the footage from like 5 minutes ago.” Peter said.

The TV lit up with the footage of you and Peter, Peter tying his shoe, in front of the elevator, waiting for it to arrive as you both discussed Ned’s twisted ankle.

“See, I was tying my shoe.” Peter pointed out.

“Tony, you idiot.” Natasha laughed.

“I can’t believe you interrupted my soaps for this.” Wanda mumbled, going back to her room.

“Here, sorry about that kids, here’s 20 bucks for lunch. Tony do you have anything to say?” Steve asked.

“Yeah, first, that’s my wallet and second, I’m sorry I overreacted, my bad.” Tony muttered.

“Great, now you kids be safe, see you soon.” Steve waved.


“I never want to come back here.” You said in the elevator.

Peter laughed, “Don’t say that, Tony will lecture us about how privileged we are to have all this.”

“Yeah, anyways, do you want Thai or pizza?”

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request: 16 and 20 from the prompt list

16. “Give me a reason not to turn around and walk away now.”
20. “I’m pregnant.”


— word count: 1,014
— warnings: swearing


Everyone had told you that getting married so young was a mistake and that it wouldn’t end well, but you and Shawn were ‘in love’. You did it anyway. You made it six months before everything started turning to shit. You and Shawn fought every other day, it always ending in both of you breaking down sobbing and crawling back to each other after a couple of hours because you loved each other. Correction: love each other. Or at least that’s what you like to think. This past week has been absolute hell. You and Shawn fight everyday and there was no crawling back to each other this time. You can feel it ending.

You stand in front of Shawn, your arms crossed over your chest as you look at him. He’s gripping his hair roughly in his hands as he screams at you.

“I can’t fucking take this anymore, (y/n)! I can’t!”

“Oh, but I can!? Shawn, it seems as though you’ve forgotten that I have feelings too and I’m just as tired of this shit as you are!” You yell back.

Shawn stops, taking a minute to think, “Maybe everyone was right.”

You furrow your brows, “Just what the fuck do you mean by that?”

“This isn’t working. You know it. I know it. Everyone knows it. How much longer can we keep this up?” He says, his voice quiet.

“What happened to us, Shawn?” You look down, biting your lip, knowing he’s right, “We have screaming matches every night only to apologize, but go back at it again the next day.”

“I guess we just fell out of love…”

Those words hurt you. You don’t feel that way. You still love him with every fiber of your being, but it hurts to love Shawn. It comes with a price to love him.

“Maybe you feel that way,” you say, your voice cracking, “but I still love you, so much. But, I guess it just never occurred to you how I felt. Some things never change.” You say walking out of the room and into the kitchen.

You stand in front of the dishwasher, putting the dishes away. You hear footsteps and you don’t bother to stop or look at him.

“Shawn, I’m really not in the mood.”

“I don’t think about how you feel, remember? So, I don’t care. I am in the mood.” He says, putting his hands in his pockets and leaning against the doorframe.

“Don’t.” You say bitterly as you grip the plate in your hand roughly.

Shawn steps forward, reaching out to you. Your anger skyrockets at his actions. He just told you that he doesn’t love you anymore and now, here he is trying to make you talk to him.

“Shawn. Stop. I mean it.” You warn, but he doesn’t stop.

“No! I have a right to talk to you!”

“Not anymore! If I remember correctly just 15 minutes ago you told me you don’t love me anymore! I don’t want to hear anything you have to say!” You scream, turning to face him.

“I-I didn’t realize you didn’t feel the same way…”

“God dammit, Shawn! Shut the fuck up!” You scream, throwing the plate in your hand at the wall, just barely missing Shawn on the way.

He stares at you, his eyebrows knit together. You grip the counter and close your eyes, taking deep breaths.

“What the hell was that!? You’re fucking insane!” He screams.

“Shawn…I didn’t mean to.” You look at him, tears brimming your eyes.

He stops, staring at you, “You just threw a plate at me, (y/n). What made you think that was even remotely close to okay?”

You shake your head, “I didn’t mean to. I really didn’t. I don’t know what came over me. I would never do that.” You say, taking a step forward.

Shawn takes a step back and shakes his head, “But, you just did.”

He walks out of the room and you crouch down, picking up the pieces of the plate, throwing them away before sweeping the remaining bits up. You hear Shawn shuffling around in the bedroom and you walk in to see him standing in front of the closet, ripping his clothes out and messily throwing them on the bed next to a bag. You stop in the doorway, watching him quietly.

“Shawn, can we please talk?”

He stops and whips around to look at you, “You know, I really wish you would make up your mind. One minute you’re screaming at me that you don’t want to talk to me and the next you’re begging for a conversation. I’m sick of it. Make up your mind. You are making it impossible to love you.”

You close your eyes, taking a deep breath, attempting to compose yourself. You don’t want to cry in front of him.

“Well, I’m sorry I’m so impossible to love.” You say numbly.

Shawn doesn’t say anything, he just returns to what he was doing.

“So, you’re just going to leave?”

He shrugs, “Yeah. I guess.”

“Where are you gonna go?”

He sighs, “I don’t know, (y/n).”

You nod, “Oh, okay.”

Once Shawn has all his things together he grabs the bags and walks toward the bedroom door.

“Please move.” He says and you swear you see the faintest glare of tears in his eyes.

You step aside and Shawn walks out, taking the final piece of your heart with him.

You watch him as he makes his way to the front door. You wrap your arms around yourself, walking forward as the tears you’ve been holding in make their way down your cheeks.

“Shawn, wait. Don’t go. We can work this out.”

“Why?” He turns around to face you, “After everything, why should I stay? Give me a reason not to turn around and walk away now.” He says, tears evident in his eyes. You can see he wants that reason just as bad as you want him to stay.

“I’m pregnant.” You say shakily.

Shawn freezes and stares at you, no one emotion evident on his face.

it’s funny tho bc i used to spend SO much time busting into abandoned houses and Actually Trespassing while wearing overalls and just generally being a ratty 16 year old instead of just like….standing outside of them in my bellevue biz-cas clothes. i’ve never been caught/yelled at ever until today

i would just like…hang out in them w my friends in high school for hours, and never even THOUGHT about encountering another human in one of them. and we’d take stuff, the huge mural i have in my hallway was pried off the wall of the house i have tattooed on my arm. 2 springs ago 3 friends and i went into an abandoned house in redmond and we were running all over it taking pictures and stuff and just hanging out for prob 15 minutes until we went upstairs and were poking around the finished attic bedroom. after we had been in there a solid two minutes someone looked at the closet/crawl space and there was a goddamn human foot attached to a human leg sticking out of it. we ran out of there SO FAST and stood in the front yard waiting for someone to poke their head out and watch us and/or murder us but no one ever did. 

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Can we have a blurb where you find out your pregnant and you make it a surprise to tell Niall on his birthday? Can it be a little bit of smut/fluff? please :D x

Planning Niall’s birthday was always…erm…an adventure.  Because between his mother and father flying in for the festivities to his legion of friends calling every five minutes begging him to show up at a club, it was hard to gauge when would be a good time to schedule in some time for just the two of you.  

But this birthday would be different.  Because two weeks ago, after a struggle to find the perfect gift, one was handed to you.  Looking back, you should have probably figured it out on your own.  Puking twice in three days and only in the mornings was a good tip off.  But you’d been busy and the thought had never occurred to you that a pregnancy would be the reason for your recent sickness.  

Sure, with any normal boyfriend, your first call would’ve been to him.  But Niall wasn’t just any normal boyfriend.  Your first phone call was to his cousin and then to Laura and then to every single one of his friends until you’d made it through them all.  There was no reveal of your pregnancy, just a warning “if you call Niall to do anything on the actual day of his birthday, there will be hell to pay.”

However, Niall’s friends being Niall’s friends meant they would push that envelope as far as they could.  And they did.  The day before Niall’s birthday had been met with about 14 phone calls before noon all telling Niall he better be at The Tilted Kilt, an Irish pub a few miles from where you lived, for a birthday celebration.

And since you couldn’t come up with any real reason for why he shouldn’t go, off you went.  To celebrate Niall’s birthday.  Which included copious amounts of alcohol - for him - and ended with a supremely hungover Niall who woke up grumbling about partying too hard just before he left for the studio.

You set to getting everything ready for his return home.  His favorite meal would be waiting for him.  His favorite beer was ice cold and ready to be poured into a chilled mug.  His favorite music was playing on the house’s stereo system.  You were wearing his favorite dress.  

As soon as dinner was over, you’d romantically pull him out onto the balcony where you would share a dance and then you’d hand him the tiny baby booties you’d found that said “Hi” on one foot and “Daddy” on the other.

It was supposed to be perfect.

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