i wish we knew her last name

Imagine meeting Dean at a bar and hooking up, although you both want to know each other more. Only you find out the next day that he is your new teacher. (Part 2)

Originally posted by winsync

Read Part 1 here!

“Alright, I expect to see your projects by the end of the week on my desk. Whoever is even a day late will not like to hear what’s coming. Have a great day kiddos, and don’t party too hard!”

He went from 100% professional and serious to cheerful and easy going it almost took you by surprise. One moment you would see the man you met just the previous night, relaxed and funny, someone that you’d really want to talk to and that really most of the students in your class seemed to like. He’s talk with such passion about his subject but not in a way that made it boring, he almost had all of you finally interested in it and he was so cool and relaxed it got even more people to participate. And the other he’d talk about your school responsibilities and he’d be all authoritative and stern and not hearing a word about his job or the work you had to do. He look serious enough to remind you who he really was and that he wasn’t your buddy, even there were times you could see him as that.

And you? Oh you saw him as much more than just a buddy or your teacher and that was exactly the problem.

“Uh miss (Y/l/n), can I speak to you for a moment?” his rough voice caught your attention and you blinked, looking up to lock eyes with his forest green ones.

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Carisi-centric thoughts on Ep 18x18

The last fifteen minutes really ruined what was, until then, a perfectly serviceable episode. It really flew by, up until that point, and I kinda liked it. It was dumb but fun :D

I even liked the hypnotism angle, but I must say, I think the problem persists; yet again, the episode had an interesting premise, but it failed to take advantage of it. Why not go into the practicalities of hypnosis? Where was Huang to get on that stand and explain it in detail? Speaking of, wouldn’t Barba talk to an “expert” during the trial? Why not make a show if it and demonstrate hypnosis? Wouldn’t that be fun to watch?


OK, guys, I’m going to be honest. I’m of two minds, when it comes to this episode. Sonny-wise, the episode was fantastic (and let’s be honest, that’s always my main concern lol), the premise was fun, we got Barba working with the entire team, not just Liv, and the case itself (the investigation of it, at least) was twisty enough to remain enjoyable.


From a legal standpoint, this episode was laughably bad. It honestly left me baffled. Who wrote this? The last fifteen minutes were ridiculous. No way would Barba ever get a conviction based on what we saw. I’ll expand on that in a minute (in EXTENSIVE detail), but first let’s start with the good.

Sonny and Continuity

A lot of great stuff in this episode! Sonny pulled a classic Sonny, and looked into the case thoroughly, going above and beyond and finding information about out a crime which was committed out of state. He even dug up a civil suit. That’s absolutely consistent with the Sonny we know. It’s what he’s always done. He never gives up, he finds smart ways to work around the obstacles and solve the case.

I also appreciated that Sonny showed real empathy when he heard the first victim had died. Peter played that little moment so well. Both the surprise and the sadness. What I loved most about it, was that it didn’t feel like he was thinking “oh shoot, there goes our witness.” It felt like the old Sonny, the one who used to cross himself when he found a dead body. The Sonny who’d take the time to grieve, just for a moment, when confronted with the death of a stranger as opposed to last week’s Sonny, who dismissed actual death threats like he didn’t give a shit lol.

And I do always love it when Sonny cracks a case with his research. Even though he didn’t actually crack it, because what the fuck? But, again, more on that later.

Sonny’s Love Life

Wait, Sonny has a legit girlfriend that’s been mentioned more than once? Can we meet her, please? I’ve always wanted to see him happy and in love :D and making out with someone lol. I just wish we knew more about her. A name, even. Wouldn’t Amanda know her name? She and Carisi are obviously buddies. So far, the info we got on her is a) her bra size (classy, SVU writers) and b) that she’s into that raw food trend. I like that, actually. It fits Sonny. He seems like he’d totally be up for trying new experiences food-wise and otherwise, and this could be their thing, going around random restaurants and trying to convince each other to eat weird dishes, lol.

I love it when our characters are shown to have lives outside the “show”, but can we actually see it? Can we see Sonny all flirty and cute? If they don’t want to cast anyone new (because they seem averse to creating new characters), can’t we at least see, like, Sonny smiling as he talks on the phone, or as he reads a text, with Fin teasing him about it? Or something? Please? :D

Barba Thoughts

I was surprised Barba was the one to suggest hypnotism. Way to think outside the box! I’m not sure he was the best person to do that (he seems like a total skeptic who’d shoot that theory down immediately), but I bought the excuse of him having come across it before. Plus, I loved that he was the one who got to solve the case, for a change. And I also liked how the entire team, Barba included, spent several scenes brainstorming together. I had missed that. Barba in the precinct, with the entire squad.

Aaaaand that’s where the fun ends, and the pedantic/annoyed part of my post begins, lol.

Why on Earth would Barba take legal advice from Liv? Why would he ever play that tape for the jury? If that’s not reasonable doubt, I don’t know what is. Why would he follow Liv’s actual instructions? She’s not a lawyer! She directly affected the case, in a way that could have been detrimental, even though Barba seemed like he knew better (since he tried to talk her out of it, before folding as always), and the way the episode chose to resolve that was by having Liv and Barba drinkin’ it up at a bar.

Liv’s mistake was never identified as such, and it took Sonny “deus ex machina” Carisi and his random discovery to save the day.

Even though it shouldn’t have. Which brings me to:

The Law

Me for the first like 45 minutes: OK BUT WHERE IS RITA???

Me when Rita appeared: YASSSSSS QUEEN

Me at the end of the episode: NOOOOO QUEEN 

Where do I begin?

Why was Barba acting like hypnosis was sure to be accepted as 100% real and effective by a court of law, let alone a jury in its entirety? Why did he seem to “suddenly” realize he had no case (which, d’oh) at the halfway mark, only for Liv to wrongly convince him otherwise? And, even if Barba did manage to stumble upon a group of jurors who all believe in hypnosis, why didn’t he bother actually proving anything?

To get a conviction, Barba would have to prove that:

  1. hypnosis is real,
  2. hypnosis can be powerful enough to make a woman consent to sex against her will,
  3. Trask has the skill to hypnotize people,
  4. Trask actually hypnotized this specific victim, and
  5. Trask raped this specific victim.

None of that was ever proven. None. Like I said, no expert was shown explaining just what hypnotism entails. No proof was given that Trask even knew how to do that (so what if his mentor taught him, does that mean he now knows how to do it perfectly?). There was an actual tape with the victim’s ‘consent’ that was played but not actually debunked.

And oh Lord. That old case Sonny dug up. WHERE. DO. I. BEGIN.

What defense attorney, hell, what judge would allow a totally random arrest from over 20 years ago to be brought up into a totally unrelated criminal trial? Not to mention, no one even bothered to point out that the defendant was a drug addict at the time (22. YEARS. AGO), and he had since “changed.”

To be fair, the writers tried to make it work, with Barba asking Trask if he had ever been arrested, to “open the door” to bringing up the previous arrest (and also to get Trask to lie on the stand). Problem is, Trask only lied about the arrest itself, not about the specifics of it. With that in mind, Barba would only be able to mention the arrest itself, to contradict Trask’s testimony and present him as a liar. But he’d never be able to introduce the actual details of the arrest, the actual facts of that old case.

Barba would need to ask something specific to open that door. Something like, “Have you ever been accused of anything like this before? A man in your position, wealthy and surrounding himself with drugs and beautiful women,” blah blah. If Trask had lied about that, then Barba would have been able to bring up a similar case from the past (even the case of the dead woman mentioned previously). 

Unfortunately, there was nothing similar about the case Sonny found. No relevance, no probative value. A drug addict, ill and scared, letting someone die? Over 20 years ago? An expunged arrest, no conviction? That was prejudicial as fuck. Rita would have it thrown out in 3 seconds. Many times, prosecutors can’t even mention actual (and relevant) convictions, because it would be prejudicial, unless the specific convictions have a significant probative value relating to the case on hand.

Same goes for that half-assed “confession” to Trask’s mentor-slash-friend. Trask never mentioned this specific victim. That was circumstantial as fuck. I’m embarrassed on Rita’s behalf for losing this mess of a case. The old Rita would never.

Legally speaking, this was a total circus. Barba proved nothing. No way would the jury find Trask guilty. No way would Rita Fucking Calhoun let any of that fly. This is Dana Lewis levels of character assassination, in my book. 

Stray Thoughts

Is Liv working reception now? Didn’t she used to have an office? Where her subordinates could reach her, if a victim wanted to speak to “someone in charge”? You’re a Lieutenant, sis! Let someone else man the doors!

Declan? 👀

Amanda didn’t judge a victim, for once, and the case involved drugs! Progress!

Fin listening to that lady for like 5 minutes? YES. His face was the highlight of the episode. Fin himself was the highlight of the episode, actually. So many great lines, and Ice-T was clearly having fun.

Speaking of, we got Fin joking! And Carisi joking! And Amanda laughing! Who are these people? I don’t recognize them :D

Seriously though, I really appreciated the attempt for a more ‘lighthearted’ episode, but the writers should have stopped themselves riiiiiight before giving Rollins the line, ‘look deep into my eyes, you’re under arrest.’ Because no.

Hevie headcannons where Harry dies

• “ No, no, no. You can’t leave me, you can’t. ”

• “ You’re gonna be okay, p-princess. ”

• Evie holding Harry’s body while he’s slowly dying

• Harry trying to make Evie promise that she will move on and live her life.

• Harry would probably die stabbed while fighting ( if he dies young; if not he’ll die because he’s too old and he’ll die happily after having one hell of an amazing life )

• “ We never got the chance to visit Neverland, Harry…”

• “ Promise me you’ll go there, for me. ”

• “ I promise. ”

• Jay trying to comfort Evie after Harry’s death

• Evie mourning him a lot , not being capable of saying his name in a year afterwards

• Naming her child after him

• He would not have a grave, his last wish was to have his ashes threw into the sea

• Evie going with her child to Neverland

• She would wear his ring

• Evie would move on, but Harry will forever be in her heart

• Gil & Uma supporting her no matter what because Harry was their mate and they knew how much he loved Evie

• “ May we meet again,” Evie says when her last day is finally here

Million reasons

“if you love something set it free. If it comes back It’s yours. If not, it was never meant to be.”

Request:  hi!! i saw that you take requests and i though that maybe you would do one where harry had to brekup with y/n because of his manager and date someone else, at first he did not wanted but at the end he doit , and it hurt him so bad because he loves her and they been   4 years in the relationship , then its past some months and y/n is trying to be happy again , and they avoid echother for a long time because y/n was hurt and angry and harry because he didnt wanna saw her hurt because it makes him sad  but then a meeting or something come up and they see eachother  and y/n finally spit out everything for him and cry and scream and harry at first he is quiet but then try to explain her everything because he doesnt wanna see her hurt because of him and that she means theworld to him still , you can finish it however you want (i know is alittle ong but please)

A/N: I listened to Lady Gaga’s song Million reasons while writing this so I decided to name the story after the song. Also remember to tell me what you think and enjoy!

P.O.V Harry 

How was I gonna get around this?

Why did this have to happen?

How was I gonna tell her?

I was recently informed by my managers that y/n and I have to break it off. They suggested that it would be the very best for my future and for my career and after I break it off with her then most likely be paired up with some other A-list model. I mean when I was first told that I had to do this I was very shocked and raging with anger, that they even thought about crossing that line containing y/n and I’s relationship is such a low blow. But I have worked so hard for what I have today and wanna work on it even more and become better and better each day. Ever since y/n and I have been dating I have worried about her and wanted to make her happy everyday but some days are not like that. She gets a lot of hate for being my girlfriend and cries about it more than i wish that she would. I know she can get down on herself and i just know deep down she has thought about “What would my life be like if we never had gotten together?”

So maybe letting her go is the best for us.


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Hate: Courtney Miler x Reader

A/N: This imagine was requested by @isweareverythingsalright

Words: 697 words

Warnings: Hateful words, mainly fluff though

Pairing: Courtney Miller x Reader

You lied on your bed and waited for the newest Smosh video to upload. You haven’t been on camera much. Sometimes in vlogs and in scenes on the Smosh main channel, but that’s about it.

You were Courtney’s roomate along with Wes but as of now Wes was at the Smoffice. The Smosh Squad had a day off since they just got back from filming in Sacramento. For some reason they gave you the day off too.

You secretly had a crush on Courtney that no one but your best friend and other room mate, Wes, knew about.

You saw that the video was uploaded and watched it. It was a Show With No Name with you, Courtney, and Shayne. You laughed as you watched the whole video and once it ended, you decided you’d look at the comments. But, you really wished you hadn’t.

smoshhater: ew y/n is so ugly and disgusting

ihatesmosh: y/n is SOO annoying like stfu

shaynedaddytopp: fuck me up shayne daddy also y/n sucks

courtneyhoohoo: stop insulting her, i personally think she’s beautiful and lovely

You smiled with tears in your eyes at the last one. You liked that comment and replied to it.

Y/U (your username): thank you so much bb it means a lot!

You sent it and continued to look through the comments, most of them were hate. You’d occasionally like the nice ones, but the bad ones would cancel out the nice ones.

You eventually turned off your phone and continued to cry. Courtney had heard your sobs so she slowly walked to your door and knocked gently.

“Are you okay Y/N?” Courtney asked hesitantly.

“Does it sound like I’m okay?” You yelled back and flopped onto the pillow again.

Courtney opened the door and walked in. She walked over to your bed and saw that you were on the recent Smosh video. She grabbed your phone and looked through the comments.

Courtney gasped and quickly enveloped you in a hug. You cried into her shoulder for a while as she just rubbed your back softly.

Once the tears subsided, you sniffled and pulled away.

“I’m sorry I snapped at you, I’m sorry I got your shirt wet-” You started apologizing frantically but suddenly her lips were pressed against yours.

You were surprised at first but gradually slipped you arms around her waist while she had her hands on your cheeks. After a couple more seconds, which to you felt like a life time, she pulled away.

Courtney kept her hands on your face and moved a strand of hair behind your ear.

“You shouldn’t care what people think of you. Everyone in the Smoffice loves you to death, especially me. I think you’re the most gorgeous and kindest person I’ve ever met. I always ignore the hateful comments and look at the nice ones. Even though there’s more hateful ones, at least they’re not all hateful,” Courtney explained and you slowly began to feel better.

“Oh Courtney, what would I ever do without you?” You sighed in relief and she smiled while shrugging.

“I don’t know, probably die,” Courtney replied jokingly as you attacked her in a more joyful hug, both of you falling back on the bed.

You both laughed and then laughed at each other laughing, and then you both laughed for like an hour straight.

The laughter eventually died down  and now you were just staring at each other.

“Did that kiss mean anything or did you just do it to shut me up?” You asked in fear that she’d pick the latter.

“Of course, it meant everything to me. Y/N Y/L/N will you be my girlfriend?” Courtney asked sitting up and you did as well.

You grabbed her hands and intertwined yours with hers. They fit perfectly together like puzzle pieces.

“Absolutely,” You replied and grinned widely.

She smiled just as wide and kissed your lips once more. For the rest of the day you hung out in your room watching movies, cuddling, playing video games, cuddling, kissing, and did I mention cuddling?

Lips of an Angel (Jelena One Shot)

Lips of an Angel (Jelena One Shot)

Third Person’s POV

“I’m thinking of asking sometime this week, maybe Friday. If it works with her schedule, I’ll take her out to dinner or something.”

The young brunette halted her movement; pausing to eavesdrop on her partner’s conversation. She knew it was wrong but her interest was piqued.

She was curious.

“I don’t know if I should go with the generic ‘will you marry me?’ or something more original. I think she’d prefer something more original but I really don’t want to fuck this up.”

Holy shit.

He was going to propose.

“Of course I’ve got a ring.”

She was going to be Mrs. Tesfaye.

Selena Tesfaye.

She bit back a smile, deciding not to invade his privacy any more than she already had.





Her heart fluttered as a hand held hers. It was soft and smooth. And warm. It felt nice.

A ring was slipped onto her left-hand ring finger. A kiss was placed upon it.

She held up her hand, admiring the arrangement of diamonds that formed an elegant ‘J.’ It was perfect.


They were in Central Park.

It was spring.

It was beautiful.

There were flowers everywhere. So many different colours. And the animals…

It was magnificent.

They were having a picnic. Near the lake, close to the restaurant that was near the bridge.

She was watching two squirrels steal food. When she turned back around, he was on one knee with a blue Tiffany box in his palm. A beautiful diamond ring sat on the plush cushioning.

His hazel eyes shone with love as his words moved, giving a speech that brought tears to my eyes yet again, just like when he had given me the promise ring.

I covered my mouth with my hand, nodding rapidly as the tears fell.

He gently took my hand in his and removed the ‘J’ ring, placing this new one in its spot.

I threw my arms around his neck as I eagerly pressed my lips to his. I had never been happier.


It was another out-of-body experience.

I was standing there, at my wedding, witnessing everything yet no one saw me. They couldn’t hear me nor could they feel me.

I watched as I walked down the aisle, Brian and Ricardo on each arm.

They were both giving me away, just like I’d always wanted.

I had a huge smile on my face as I stared at my groom, not even registering the guests in the room. He was the only one I saw.

I searched my surrounding but I couldn’t find my current boyfriend. He wasn’t the one I was marrying. He wasn’t the man receiving the promise of my love for all of eternity. He was nowhere to be found.

And strangely enough, I looked euphoric.


She woke up startled. She was sweating profusely and her heart was beating out of her chest as she panted for air.

She turned to the sleeping body next to her.

Abel. He was the one here. Next to her.

Not him.  

She ran her hand over her face then through her hair.

God this was messed up.

She took another shaky breath and removed herself from the bed, grabbing her phone as she slipped out the room and into the kitchen.

She poured herself a glass of water, drinking it as fast as she could to calm her nerves.

This wasn’t happening.

Not now. Why now? After all those years, why now?

She wanted to scream in frustration but she couldn’t.

She wasn’t alone. If he heard her, that would cause questions that she simply wasn’t ready to answer.

She didn’t know how to.

She swiped left, clicking the 'J’ option that was still under favorites. She never did change it.

It rang twice before he answered, his voice rough from sleep.

“Selena?” He called when he got no response.

“Uh yeah. Can you talk?”

He crawled out of his bed where his girlfriend was sound asleep, creeping out onto the balcony.

“What’s wrong?” He questioned, his voice soft and soothing yet there was a concern and worry hidden in his tone that made her heart feel warm.

She told him about the conversation she had overheard; about Abel’s intent to propose to her. She told him how she initially felt about him then she told him about her dreams with a mystery man.

“The hands, they were yours. Not Abel’s. You were the one putting the 'J’ ring on my finger. Then another ring. An engagement ring. In Central Park. I’m watching myself walk down the aisle. My eyes are locked on you. You’re all that I can see. I don’t even notice that he’s not there. My entire life is playing out in front of me, and you’re the one it’s playing out with. Just like we planned.” She whispered as tears silently fell.

She missed him. So so much.

He was the one she was meant to be in bed with. He should have been holding her.

He remained silent for a while, trying to figure out what he wanted to tell her, what he needed to tell her and what he should tell her.

“Does he know you’re talking to me right now? I don’t want to start a fight.”

She sighed. “He doesn’t but that’s okay. You won’t. What about her? Does she know?”

It was his turn to let out a breath of air. “No. She’s asleep. You know sometimes I wish she was you.”

There he said it. She remained silent as he began to speak. “I know I shouldn’t because we’re both supposed to be moved on but I can’t help it. I dreamed of you tonight too you know. It wasn’t the first time and I know it won’t be the last.”

She smiled sadly to herself. “I guess we never really moved on huh Jay?”

“It’s really good to hear your voice saying my name. It sounds so sweet. Especially coming from the lips of an angel.”

Those words actually made him feel weak. But he wouldn’t tell her that.

She felt her own heart flutter as she recalled him saying that she was an angel.

His angel.

“I never wanted to say goodbye to you. I still don’t.”

He knew exactly what she meant. She wished they were still together. That they had never broken up.

He felt the same way.

He spoke his next words without hesitation. “Then don’t.”

A silence fell upon them as the gravity of his words sunk in.

“Justin, are you saying that you would be willing to end your relationship for me? That you’d leave your girlfriend of six months for me?”

Her voice was quiet as if she was afraid to ask; afraid of the response she would get.

“I would leave anyone for you Selena. I love you. You’re my forever and always.”

A smile formed on her lips. “I love you too.” She uttered as she ended the call already knowing what she was going to do.

You’re my forever and always.

He didn’t even know it but those were the exact words he had spoken in her dreams and that alone made her choice clear.

“I promise that you’ll be my forever and always.”

“So Selena, will you be my forever and always?”

“I promise to love you unconditionally. You’re my forever and always. For all of eternity.”

“You’re my forever and always too.” She spoke loudly into the silence, the sound of her voice echoing down the hallway and into the bedroom where Abel was awake and waiting for her to come back to bed in vain.

And in that moment he knew that he no longer had what part of her he once did.


Anonymous SpencerxReader request: the team saves her from an abusive boyfriend who happens to be the unsub, and Spencer shows her affection and kindness.

I heard JJ call for me and turned.
“We have a photo of our unsub,” JJ continued, walking in my direction holding a glossy photograph. “He looks really familiar to me, but I can’t put my finger on it. Here, have a look.” She handed me the photo and when I saw him, my blood ran cold.
“Oh, God, JJ are you sure this is the unsub?” I asked. She nodded.
“Yeah, why?”
“Because…because we know his girlfriend!” I exclaimed. “(Y/N), from the coffee shop! That’s why he looks familiar, because he was in there that one time and we all thought he was a little odd but she…she said it was fine.”
“What’s her last name?” JJ asked. “If our profile was right, he’s going to go after her.”
“It’s (Y/L/N),” I said quickly.

I knew he was bad news. Really, I did. But I just…I couldn’t bring myself to leave him, at least not until last week. So when he showed up at my place with a gun and reeking of alcohol, I wish I could say I was surprised.
But now? Now I was truly scared. He’d tied me up and beaten me, and I honestly thought he was going to kill me. That is, until my FBI friends showed up. It was loud and dramatic and terrifying and he ended up dead. I was relieved, but shaken.
“(Y/N), you’re okay.”
It was Spencer. He’s always so sweet to me at the coffee shop, and he’s adorable. The kind of man I always wanted but never knew how to get.
“You’re okay,” he repeated, untying the bindings. “You’re alright. Come on, let’s get you checked out.”

“Hey,” he said a few minutes later as the paramedics finished checking me over.
“Spencer. Hi,” I said.
“So, um, you really can’t stay here right now,” he said. “Crime scene and all.”
“Oh, right.” Truthfully, I hadn’t thought about that.
“I don’t have any family in the area,” I said with a sigh. “Guess I’ll try to scrounge up the money for a hotel or something.” I was dreading the thought of being alone, but didn’t see any other options.
“Um, if I’m being incredibly forward, forgive me, but you’re welcome to come and stay with me,” Spencer said.
“Really?” I asked.
“Yeah. I mean, you’ve been through a lot and I just thought…if you didn’t want to be alone…”
“Yes?” He repeated, and I nodded. He smiled.
“Alright, let’s get your stuff.”

Several hours later, I walked into Spencer’s apartment. I found it instantly comforting, the atmosphere of it. It felt so safe.
“Here, have a seat,” he offered, and we both sat on his couch.
“Spencer, thank you so much for letting me stay with you,” I said. “You must think I’m such an idiot.”
“What? Why?” He asked. I ran a hand through my hair and shook my head.
“Because I stayed with him, let myself be a victim,” I whispered through my tears.
“(Y/N), I don’t think you’re an idiot,” he said. “One in four women, almost twenty five percent, in the United States, are a victim of domestic violence. It’s not your fault, and it doesn’t make you an idiot.” I smiled halfheartedly and swiped at my tears.
“Thanks,” I said.
“May I hug you?” He asked. I hesitated, but nodded, and found myself wrapped in the warmest, most gentle, comforting hug I’d gotten in a long time.
“You’re safe now, you know,” he murmured.
“Yeah. I know,” I replied.
That night, I slept soundly for the first time in months.

do you ever think about how damn relieved the CIA must be that bart found someone that she cares about? not because they give a damn about her, but because as we have seen, (outside of trying to kill the wrong person) she can’t be hurt. like there’s a damn good reason they showed up with a small army and a tank to take her on and honestly? if she’d been alone id bet she still would have won that battle. but now that she has someone else, someone mortal who can very much be hurt and killed, they now have an incentive over her that they never would have otherwise. which. does not bode well for ken.

and i think about that a lot.

Jack Johnson - You never even lost me

Request: Hey! Your imagines are dope, I love them! I was wondering if you could do a Jack Johnson imagine where y/n gets a lot of hate to the point she can’t take it anymore and breaks up with him and he gets really upset with the fans who sent her hate because they ruined their relationship and tell them off and stuff and in the end he goes after y/n and they end up together and with a lot of fluff? Please? Thank you so much! Sorry if it’s really long.


It was the third time this week that a crazy fan got my number somehow and called me all day to tell me how big of a bitch I was. I was talking to my phone company to change my number, when Jack came home. My eyes were still red because of the last call, when a girl called me a heartless and useless bitch over the phone. It just got to me, I couldn’t ignore it.

“Yes, thank you, I’ll do it tomorrow, okay,” I said in the phone to the guy who just gave me a new number. When I put the phone down Jack appeared in my sight.

“Are they calling you again?” he asked taking my hands in his.

“All day,” I said nodding.

“I’m so sorry baby.” He pulled me into a hug and I started to cry again.

Jack and I had been dating for more than a year, but we made it public only a few months ago, when we decided to move together. We just couldn’t hide it anymore, and since then the fans started to send me all kind of hate. I tried to ignore it, but sometimes you just can’t, and you break. Jack always tried to protect me, he posted so many times about how he wants them to stop doing it, but some girls just won’t listen. And lately they somehow always found out my number and just called me all the time to tell me mean things.

“I don’t know why they do this, I’m never mean to them!” I mumbled into his shirt as he held me close to him.

“I know, I’m so sorry baby you don’t deserve it. I wish I could just do something.”

He couldn’t do anything, but I always knew I could.

I always knew that the only solution was to just end our relationship, but that was something neither of us would do. But I got so desperate to find peace that I had to consider it as an option.

“Come on, let’s go to bed, okay? I will try to figure something out tomorrow,” Jack said pulling me to our bedroom.

We cuddled on the bed, Jack tried to calm me down, and then I waited until he fell asleep. Then I got up, took a piece of paper and a pen out and wrote a short letter to him.

Dear Jack,

I’m so sorry for everything, but I just can’t take it anymore. I love you with all my heart, but getting this much hate makes me go crazy. I wish you the best, and I hope all your dreams come true. I will always love you.

Love, Y/N xx

I was crying by the end. I folded it and put it to the pillow next to him. I packed a few things quickly and then left before I could change my mind.

I decided to crash at my friend’s place for a while, until I can figure out what to do. It was the hardest thing in my life. Leaving Jack meant I had to leave my whole life there.

In the morning he started to call me in every minute, but I just didn’t answer it. I couldn’t hear his voice again, I needed space to get things straight in myself.

“Are you okay?” my friend asked me sitting down next to me on the couch. I was going through Twitter, reading comments on our breakup. I didn’t even know how they got to know about it this fast.

“Yeah, I guess,” I said forcing a smile onto my face.

“I’ll make something to eat, okay?” I nodded, she hugged me quickly and then went out to the kitchen.

Most of the fans were so fucking happy that I got out of Jack’s life, they were literally dancing in their happiness. They were tweeting about how good of a decision it was from me, and it was the only good thing I ever did.

And then I saw a tweet from Jack.

I have never felt more hopeless in my life than now. I don’t know what to do, but I won’t give it up.

I knew it was about me, but I wished he just gave up on me, on us. I didn’t think there was anything that could solve our problem.

After we ate I thought it would be the best if I just slept a bit, since I didn’t have much sleep last night.

I woke up to my friend calling my name sitting next to me.

“What?” I asked still being half asleep.

“I think you should see this.” She handed me her tablet with a video opened on it. It was Jack, and I immediately wanted to hand it back to her.

“I don’t want to see it,” I said shaking my head.

“I think you do want to see it.” She gave it back and then left. I sighed and started the video.

Jack was sitting at a table, I could tell he cried before the video, and it was heartbreaking seeing him like that.

“Are you ready?” I heard Gilinsky ask from behind the camera. He nodded. “Okay. Tell me, why are you here?”

“Because something terrible happened yesterday,” he said licking his lips.

“Go on, Johnson, tell us what happened,” Gilinsky encouraged him.

“The thing is, that… I think everyone knows the girl I spent the last year with.”

“Are you talking about Y/N?”


“Okay, go on.”

“So she had enough of everything. I mean I’m talking about the hate. She broke because she got so much meaningless hate, and I’m so freaking mad that I had to lose the girl I love because of people I also love.” He had a short pause and then continued. “I just want you all to think things through before you say it out or anything,” he said looking at the camera. “With all the hate you’ve been sending to Y/N, you made me so fucking sad, because she was incredibly important to me. And she still is.” His voice was shaking, and suddenly he stood up and went out of the picture, then the video was cut. He was sitting there again with a tissue in his hand.

“Jack, tell them your message,” Gilinsky told him.

“I have two messages. The first one is for my fans. I want you to know that I love you, and I have always loved you and always will. But I don’t want you to act like this towards people I love. You made me extremely mad lately with these things and I don’t want you to think that it’s okay to treat anyone like that. Especially my loved ones. Because it makes me sad and I don’t want them to be hurt because of you. So there is no need for sending hate to them.”

“And the other message?”

“It’s for Y/N. I hope she is watching it. I love you and I’m sorry for everything you had been through because of me. You are everything to me and I hope we can solve our problems. I love you.”

And with that the video ended. I couldn’t stop crying by that time. I loved him so much but I didn’t believe that this video would end the hate.

“Do you still love me?” I heard his voice. I looked up and there he was standing in the doorway.

“Don’t do this to me,” I said still crying, hiding my face into my hands. He sat down next to me pulling me to him, hugging me tightly.

“Y/N, please, give us another chance, I can’t live without you,” he murmured caressing my back. “I love you so much, baby.”

“And I love you too, but what if they will never stop? I can’t live like that!”

“I know that it is a lot to ask, but I believe that they will eventually understand that I’m happy with you and they will accept you, us.”

I tried to stop cry and looked up at him. Oh God, I loved him so much, I knew I couldn’t live without him. Leaving him wasn’t a solution.

“I’m sorry, it was a stupid idea,” I mumbled hugging his neck.

“No, it’s okay, I understand you. And it just made me realize that I need to do something to stop this madness. I need you and I would do anything to have you back,” he said kissing my forehead.

“You never even lost me.”

He smiled at me caressing my cheeks.

“Will you come home with me?” he asked pleading.

“Of course,” I giggled.

“Good. Because I don’t want to wake up to you missing from our bed again.”

anonymous asked:

romanogers prompt! avengers (original and new) calling them mom and dad, shipping them and their reaction when they found out steve and nat are actually together. (I'm trash for these kinds of fics,, sorry)

Word count: 1108

Captain Rogers, JARVIS spoke up, it seems that Agent Barton and Mr. Wilson are causing trouble again.

Steve let out a groan as he put his book down. “What are they doing now JARVIS?”

It seems that they’re destroying the training room and keep shouting “Caw Caw Mother effer” sir.

“Alright thank you JARVIS,” the disgruntled captain headed down to the training room. He thought he would get some peace today but apparently his teammates had some other plans. Once he reached his destination, his eyes widened at the mess. “WHAT THE FUCK GUYS?!”

“Hey Cap,” Clint paused his arrow shooting and waved.

“Sup Cap,” Sam flew by and gave him a two finger salute.

Steve felt his eye twitching. “Alright both of you cut it out and clean this mess up, right now!” The super soldier growled as the two weren’t listening. He turned around as he heard the doors open and saw a disgruntled red head. “I guess JARVIS gave you the notice too.”

“Yeah,” he could tell she was not too happy being waken up from her nap. “BOTH OF YOU BIRD BRAINS STOP WHAT YOU’RE DOING NOW AND CLEAN UP!”

Both Clint and Sam immediately stopped their fooling around and quickly began to clean up.

“They listen to you a lot better than they do with me.”

“Yeah, well we’re not on a mission or the field.” Steve felt her taking his hand and dragging him out. “I’ve got some sleep to catch up on.”

“But why are you dragging me along?”

“Shut up Rogers.”

“Yes ma’am.”


Steve looked up as he heard thunderous footsteps entering the communal room. “Hey Thor.”

“Why hello there father!” The soldier grunted as the demigod lifted him and hugged him hard. “I have missed you dearly during my time in Asgard.” Thor looked around. “Where is mother?”

Once Steve was let go he fixed himself and raised a brow. “Hold up, when the hell did you call me ‘father’ and who’s ‘mother’?”

“Oh did Stark not tell you?” The thunderer tilted his head in confusion. “He instructed me to call you ‘father’ and Lady Romanoff ‘mother’.” He smiled happily at the other blond.

Steve just groaned and didn’t say anything else.


“Psst dad,” Tony was poking Steve’s arm. “Psst… dad.”


The inventor grinned. “Can we get some pizza after this mission?”

“Why the hell are you asking me for?”

“Oooh dad said a bad word,” Clint sniggered and looked at Natasha, “hey mom, dad cursed!”

The spy glared at her friend. “Shut it Barton.”

Clint mockingly sniffed and pretended to wipe away tears. “You hear that Tony, our parents don’t love us anymore!”

“Oh the horror,” Tony wrapped his arm around Clint and the two pranksters began to fake cry.

“Why are you guys calling us ‘mom and dad’ anyways,” Steve looked at the duo.

“Because we ship Romanogers,” Sam responded as he landed.

“The heck is Romanogers,” Steve tilted his head.

Natasha shook her head and dragged Steve away from the trio. “Just ignore them Steve.”


“Daaaaaad,” Steve groaned while putting down his glass of orange juice down. “Wanda took my Gameboy again.”

“I did no such thing Pietro.” Wanda glared at her brother. “Besides dad will side with me because I’m his favorite,” she stuck her tongue out.

Pietro gave a mocked look of hurt. “Father, do you really love this trouble maker more than me.”

Natasha just grinned as she sat down next to the super soldier while reading on her tablet. “Aren’t you glad we don’t actually have any kids,” she whispered so only he could hear.

“I don’t know,” his fingers stroked her leg and gave her a shit eating grin.


Bucky couldn’t help but laugh as he spotted Steve covered up in silly string. “Now you know how I feel.”

“Shut up Buck,” he playfully punched his arm. “This isn’t funny.”

“No it’s not,” the former HYDRA assassin said mockingly, “it’s not funny when it happens to you.”

Before Steve had a chance to retaliate Wanda walked by and blushed as she saw Bucky. Steve noticed this exchange and his father instincts kicked in.

“You hurt her Barnes,” Bucky knew that Steve was being serious when he said his last name, “and I’ll make sure you wish you weren’t born.”

“Yes captain.”


Everyone cooed at the sight of Steve teaching Nathaniel how to play catch with his dog, Dodger.

“I don’t understand how a fine specimen like that is still single,” Hill rested her cheek on her hand.

“Well Steve does have the perfect qualities of being a father,” Pepper smiled as she drank her tea.

Tony rolled his eyes, “You know we could just have pets instead.”

Bucky chuckled. “Trying to get out of parenthood.”

The inventor glared at Barnes. “At least I’m getting some,” he grinned.

“Seriously Wanda, this guy?!” Pietro pointed at the former assassin.

The brunette couldn’t help but blush, “He’s cute,” Bucky blushed in response.

“Anyone see Steve,” Natasha asked as she walked out of the Barton’s house.

“Over there having fun with the ‘traitor’,” Clint grinned as he drank his beer.

Giving him a nod of thanks she walked towards the super soldier with a spring in her step. Nathaniel spotted his aunt walking towards him and squealed happily.

“Hey little guy,” she held him up in her arms, “having fun with Uncle Steve?”

“Ya,” he clapped his hands.

Steve grinned and patted Dodger. “He’s a cute kid.”

“Yeah he is,” Natasha tugged Steve towards her, “you want to know something cuter?”

“What’s cuter than him?”

She grinned and slipped something into his pocket. “Maybe a kid of our own.”

The blond tilted his head and pulled out the item from his pocket. His eyes widened as he saw what it said. With a wide grin he pulled her into his arms and kissed her.

“HOLY SHIT!” Tony sprung up from his chair. “WHEN WERE THESE TWO A THING?!”


Fury appeared from the house, shook his head and placed his hands on his hips as he laughed. “Damn, didn’t think these two would manage to hide their relationship this long.”

“You knew,” Tony turned around and looked at the former director of SHIELD, “of course you knew.”

“We knew,” Pepper, Laura, Hill, and Wanda said as they smiled.

“I wonder why Steve’s so happy,” Bucky asked.

“WE’RE GONNA HAVE A BABY,” Steve shouted happily as he kissed Natasha again.

“You knew that too Fury,” Tony asked.

Fury grinned, “Let’s just say about three minutes ago.”

Mo Chridhe - Part 12

Previous Installments: 
Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7, Part 8, Part 9, Part 10, Part 11

Jamie pulled Claire down the sidewalk at a run, while keeping a soaked newspaper overtop of her head. The rain relentlessly hammered all around, the trees swayed with the force of the storm. Seeing a faint glow of lights ahead, Claire redirected Jamie to the establishment.

The smell of tea, coffee and old books surrounded them. Jamie taking a deep breath and letting out a contented sigh at the comforting smell.

“Where have ye brought us, Sassenach?” he asked, looking around the cramped space. Worn leather arm chairs and sun faded plush velvet chairs were strategically placed around windows and bookshelves.

Claire shrugged while running her fingers through the drenched curls.

“Storms really ragin’ innit?” a deep Appalachian accented voice said from directly behind Claire, causing her to jump and let out a gasp. Jamie whirled around to face the stranger.

The old man had a permanent hunch, and his beard would rival that of Brianna’s favorite Harry Potter character, Dumbledore.

“M’name’s Art Altizer, and this here is my shop. Feel free to come ‘round to the back to dry off by the fire.” In his accent it sounded like ‘far’. He gestured to follow as he weaved around furniture and books with surprising ease. “I have a small selection of drinks and cakes if you’re interested.”

Jamie quirked a brow at Claire, and she smiled in response. They followed Art to the back where a teen leaned against the countertop, her tattooed hands tapping on her cell phone.

“Dee here can make the fanciest coffees you’ve ever seen, with little designs and everything floating in the cup!” the old man complimented his worker.

With a hug and an eye roll Dee corrected Art, “It’s latte foam art Grandda, not rocket science.”

Art smiled and let out a chuckle. “Ah, so you’ve said before. Her lattes are almost too beautiful to drink,” he said, turning back to Jamie and Claire.

“We’ll take two, but make one decaf, please,” Claire said to Art who beamed and clapped.

“Very good! Dee, m’dear…”

“Already ahead of you Gramps!”

Jamie guided Claire to a loveseat that sat directly in front of a roaring fire. He sighed and peeled off his jacket.

“Weatherman said this is the storm off the latest hurricane. Should last few more hours. Y’all are welcome to stay as long as you like. The books are free to read and borrow. I have a sign out sheet just over there.” Art pointed a crooked finger at an owl carved podium.

“Thank you. You’ve been so kind to us,” Claire said, taking the latte from Dee.

A small bell dinged and Art’s eyes lit up again as he scurried towards the front to welcome another customer.

“Gramps loves having people here. Not too many people stop by anymore, not since the Barnes & Noble opened up down the street,” Dee commented, pulling at a loose purple strand of hair.

“I’m sorry to hear that. This place looks incredible!” Jamie said in earnest. Dee gave a half-hearted smile and shrugged.

“He spends all his time here since my Granny Deeana passed last year. He opened this place for her because she loved sweets and a good book at all times,” she said with an imitation of her grandmother and a smile. “I was named after her and spent all of my childhood in here. I fell in love with the place too. I wish more customers would come.”

“We saw your light, that’s how we knew to come here. All along the street, the windows were dark and uninviting, but this…” Claire waved her hand. “This place showed warmth and led us here.”

Dee snorted. “Yeah, well, three more buildings down and you’d have found a Starbucks and the Barnes & Noble. That’s where tourists want to go.”

Whatever she was going to say next was interrupted by her grandfather ushering in another disheveled person.

“…oh yes sir! We do have scones. Butterscotch, blueberry, chocolate, and vanilla flavored ones all in this here case. Which would you like and I’ll have Dee warm it up for you?”

The man chuckled. “Surprise me.”  

Ice formed in the pit of Claire’s stomach at the voice, a voice she hoped didn’t belong to who she thought it could be. When the stranger turned around, his blond hair and light blue eyes confirmed Claire’s dread. Her ex had found her.

“Cl-Claire?” John stuttered and Jamie stiffened at Claire’s side.

“Hello John,” she said tersely.

“I can’t believe it! Claire Beauchamp as I live and breathe!” he exclaimed, pulling her up into a hug. Claire patted his back lightly. “What are you doing stateside? Last I heard you were in South Africa on some wild goose chase of a dig with that hairbrained uncle of yours.”

Claire’s lips tightened and she nodded. “Yes, well, time does move on and that was nearly fifteen years ago. I was in South Africa looking for a magical talisman my Uncle believed to be hidden near the cape, but that was on my summer holiday from uni.” Claire groped behind her for Jamie’s hand, when he laced his fingers with hers, she pulled him to her side. “This is my husband, James Fraser.”

“Hu-husband?” The smaller man’s adam’s apple bobbed as his eyes shifted nervously, taking in the large form of Jamie Fraser. “Ni-nice to meet you. Claire and I go way back.” John stuck out a hand that Jamie took, squeezing harder than necessary.

“Aye, weel Claire hasna ever mentioned ye.” His Scots burr thickening with each word, overpowering the nasal british accent of John’s, who nervously laughed.

“Ah, you see, we ah… didn’t end things on good terms.”

Jamie arched an eyebrow as John nervously played with the hair at the back of his head.

“No, you see, ah… well. I mean that… what happened was…”

“He cheated on me with the local paper boy then tried to force me into marriage because his mother wanted him to marry a woman, all while maintaining his relationship with the underaged boy. Mind you, this happened when I was eighteen and had no inclination to be wed,” Claire stated with little emotion. “I had just been accepted to Oxford and several schools here in the US. I wanted to be a doctor, not a nobleman’s beard.”

Jamie tried hard not to laugh, a quick pinch to his side stopped it from exploding out of him.

“Aye, weel then, John. Did ye and yer paperboy lover continue after Claire rejected ye?”

John jerked his head. “No. Percy decided that he’d rather take his chances with another man than me.”

“Then who was the lucky lad that married ye?” Jamie nodded at the golden band on John’s hand.

John shoved his hand into his coat pocket. “Her name is Isobel, and we have a son together. My mother got what she always wanted. A grandchild and for me to marry a woman.”

Claire arched an eyebrow at this. “Well congratulations, John. I had no idea you were willing to give a woman company again.”

A feminine hurmph came from behind Claire.

“Isobel!” John said nervously, walking around to get his wife and the toddler at her side.

“Izzy, this is Claire Fraser and her husband James. Claire, this is my wife Isobel and my son, George.”

“Hello,” Isobel sneered.

“Hello,” Claire said sweetly then turned to the child. “And hello to you, young man. How old are you? I believe my son may be about your age.”

“Five,” George said, sticking out his hand showing all of his fingers.

“Oh my! You are a big boy.” George nodded and gave her a toothy smile.

“My daddy says that I’m gonna be even bigger than he is!”

Claire smiled at the boy and nodded. “I’m sure you will be.”

“Do not speak to my son like that,” Isobel said hatefully.

“I’m sorry, in what way?” Claire asked confused, eyebrows drawing in.

“Like a condescending bitch! I know exactly who you are, Claire Beauchamp! You’re the bitch who ruined my life!”

Taken aback, Claire looked from Isobel to John, who was frowning at the ground. “I don’t–”

“Don’t give me that! It was your fault I had to marry a queer! Your fault I had to give him a sorry excuse of a–” She cleared her throat. “It’s your fault! If you would have married him when told, I wouldn’t be in this situation. Do you have anything to say now?” she demanded, her face turning puce.

“Your hat is crooked,” Claire said calmly.

George had begun to cry and jerk his hand away from his mother, who was squeezing it to the point of pain. John walked over to her, but she threw the child’s hand away and stormed out of the shop and back out into the rain.

“John, I am so sorry,” Claire said, tears in her eyes. John shook his head picking up his son trying to soothe his pain and ease the crying.

“Let Claire take a look at him, aye? We’ll keep an eye on him if ye want to run after her,” Jamie offered, patting John on the shoulder.

He nodded reluctantly. “Georgy?”

The boy’s red and tear tracked face dug deeper into his father’s neck. “Georgy, I’m going to let Mrs. Fraser hold you and look at your hand.”

George shook his head and a muffled ‘no’ could be heard.

“Yes, dear one. Mrs. Fraser is a doctor and knows how to help hurt people.”

A small, ‘okay’ was murmured and John handed over his son to Claire.

“I’ll be back shortly. This isn’t the first time Izzy has spoken out like this. I,” he sighed. “I don’t think she’s happy with our new move to the states, or my other preference.”

They both nodded at John as he took off after his irate wife. Claire didn’t even have to ask when Dee and Art brought her cloths and ice in a plastic bag. She checked George’s hand, and didn’t think anything was broken. He cried and hiccupped himself to sleep on her chest while cradling the ice wrapped hand between them.

Jamie smoothed back the boys light brown hair. “At first I was jealous and angry at yer ex, but now all I feel is pity. The lad shouldna have to experience what’s to come.”

“He’ll need a friend,” Claire confirmed.

“Aye, maybe a whole houseful of friends, the lad and yer John.” Jamie kissed Claire’s temple and rubbed George’s back.

“I think the Fraser clan can help there. So long as you don’t mind the past…?” Claire asked nervously.

“It’s yer past, Sassenach. I ken I wish I was yer only man, but I canna fault ye for lookin around when I wasna there.” He kissed her again and she leaned into his embrace.

“One day, I’d like to have a less exciting trip to a coffee and tea shop,” Claire mumbled and Jamie laughed.


Title: Simply You
Pairing: Phil x reader with a dash of Dan x reader
Rating: T (for mentions of a kink)
Song: Simpleng Tulad Mo (Simple Like You) by Daniel Padilla
Word count: 4,536
Prompt: Phil keeps a secret journal about you. This is your love story with Phil told through journal entries.

Hey lovelies! Here’s another fluff story based off an OPM song. *dying whale noise* For Filipinos out there, the name Daniel Padilla will sound familiar to you (yes the photo of the guy next to Phil is Daniel Padilla). This is one of my favorite songs by him (he’s bae and I hearted him in Pangako Sa Yo). Like You’re the One, I’ll add in a version of an English translation of the song. But listen to the song! When I first listened to the song and learned what it meant in English, the song screamed Phil x reader material.

2015 March 15
I met a beautiful woman today. Her name is (Y/N). I bumped into her on the way to Hazel’s. She’s so… wow. She has the prettiest (E/C) I’ve ever seen. Who knew (E/C) eyes could look that pretty? I wish I asked for her last name. Not that I want to stalk or anything. I want to meet her again. SOON.

2015 March 19
What are the odds I’d run into (Y/N) again? We just ran into each other while she passed by me and Dan’s place. She was off on a jog. I was going to the market to pick up more cereal so I decided to jog with her. My legs were burning a few minutes later but I didn’t mind. Every minute spent with her is worth it. Luckily I got her number this time. I’ll text her after I write this.

Don’t you know I want to tell you something
The first time I saw you, I was hooked

2015 April 2
(Y/N) is the best at pranks! Doing Dan and Phil Crafts? GENIUS. I should ask her for more prank ideas in the future. I didn’t expect “Don’t cry, craft” to be something that would catch on. Everyone will be crafting by the end of the week. She’ll always get credit for this idea even if the fans don’t know it.

2015 April 25
(Y/N) was in the audience while Dan and I performed at Playlist Live. I wanted so badly to pull her on stage. Everyone would have loved her humor just as much as I do. I’ve only known her for a month and I feel like I’ve known her forever.

2015 May 10
(Y/N’s) my new cereal buddy. She has family living in America so they send her a lot of different kinds of cereal in the mail every month. She shares some of them with me. I wish I could live in America. All the cereal in the world would be chowed down within a year.

2015 May 30
I attempted to draw Dan and I but that failed. (Y/N) says it doesn’t look too bad. I kinda wanna burn it but if she says it’s okay then I’ll keep it. The drawing is on the fridge. Maybe I should add some color. It looks dull in black and white. Perhaps some color could make the bad drawing a little less bad.

2015 June 18
Working on the book is hard work! Good thing (Y/N) is great at giving foot massages. And shoulder massages. And neck massages. Could she give me a chest massage too? Nah. That would be creepy. That could make her run for the hills.

2015 June 27
Finished typing The Hand. (Y/N) laughed when I showed it to her. Dan was in hysterics. The fans will have vivid imaginations when they read about Harry Styles crawling out of my corpse. She wants me to make a part 2. I could do that. I wouldn’t publish it, but I’d write a part 2 for her eyes only.

2015 July 4
Met one of (Y/N’s) friends today. He seems nice. A little touchy-touchy with her. She says he’s like a brother to her but I think he doesn’t see it that way. He probably has a crush on her. I wouldn’t be surprised. (Y/N) is too wonderful a woman not to like.

2015 August 7
I have a crush on (Y/N). I think I did since I met her. How else could I describe this warm feeling in my chest whenever I see her? I’ve never had such a strong connection to a woman before, not until her. I see a future with her. I want to start a family with her and have her babies. Whoa. Too soon Phil. Too soon. I’ve only known her for like four months. Four months is enough time to fall in love with someone, right?

I’m only dreaming of a simple girl like you
My dream is
I wish you’d like me

2015 August 25
She’s going on a date with him. BLOODY HELL. I should’ve asked her on a date. Going to the movies counts as a date, right? Take that, (male friend’s name). Friendly dates count! But they’re friends too so they went on a lot of friendly dates before (Y/N) and I met. Damn it! Maybe the date will go horrible. I could still have a chance.

2015 September 4
THAT WAS CLOSE. She almost found this journal. If she did, I would be the one running for the hills. I can’t risk her knowing how I feel about her. I might be in love with her. I don’t know. If I am, then it’s a good feeling. She’s getting suspicious so I’ll have to get Dan to cover for me. The best lie I’ve got is that this journal is Martyn’s from when he was a lad and he didn’t want anyone to read it except me. Sounds believable but I don’t want to risk it. I don’t want to subject my own brother into this.

2015 October 1
THE BOOK IS ALMOST COMING OUT. I’M SO NERVOUS. THESE SHOUTY LETTERS ARE HOW NERVOUS I AM. What will the fans say? They’re all so excited but I don’t want to disappoint them. (Y/N) read through the book and she says The Amazing Book is Not on Fire will be a phenomenon. Will it? All our hard work would pay off if it does.

2015 October 31
(Y/N) dressed up like a (your favorite costume) for Halloween. She looked stunning. Dan was terrified of seeing ghosts but her telling him they’re just people invisible and in a different body form sort of eased the fear out of him. I love the advice she tells us. If she lived with us I would love to hear that advice every day.

2015 November 9
I wish (Y/N) came on tour with us. But this is the real world and her job doesn’t involve the real world. I miss her. Even though Dan and I are still in England, it feels as if we’re countries apart. We’re coming home soon so I’ll only have to miss her for a little while longer.

2015 November 29
I love (Y/N). I love her and no one can make me change my mind about that. All the love songs I hear nowadays remind me of her. I told mum about her and she wants me to tell her how I feel. Mum wants me to get married before I’m 30, which is like 2 years away. Calm down, mum! I’ll get married when I’m ready! For now being in love with (Y/N) is enough. The guys she has been going on dates with haven’t been catching her eye. That’s a sign right?

Don’t you know you’re becoming more beautiful
I’ve fallen for a simple girl like you

2015 December 3
Trying to figure out what I’ll get (Y/N) for Christmas. She likes (your favorite band), so maybe I can buy their new album. Or candles! You can never go wrong with candles. I’m sure I can find the perfect kind for her on Amazon. Maybe I’ll also get her a Christmas jumper as a bonus.

2015 December 31
(Y/N) is home for the holidays. I miss her. Mum wants to meet her. I want her to meet my parents too. But it would be weird introducing a woman to my family when she isn’t my girlfriend. They would be expecting too much. Grrr… I do need a girlfriend though.

2016 January 1
Happy 2016! What’s my new years resolution? Dan says he wants to get fit (as always). I would too, but exercising every day is too much commitment. Maybe I’ll try to buy less house plants. One plant a month. Yeah that could work. OR… I could tell (Y/N) how I feel. Tell her “I love you.” Well I have a year. I got 12 months.

2016 January 15
I can’t sleep again! I guess I’ll try to film another sleepless night vid. I shouldn’t have taken that nap… I blame (Y/N). Her and her sneaky little how-to techniques to fall asleep. It helped though. Now if you excuse me, I’ll go hunt down after-midnight dinner.

2016 February 11
Dan wants me to tell (Y/N) on Valentine’s Day. SHOULD I? It’s the most romantic day of the year. She doesn’t have any plans that day. If I tell her… I’m so nervous! How will I say it? I don’t want to come off cheesy! Dan is terrible at romance. I guess I’ll dive into Tumblr for some ideas.

I’d do anything to be with you
That’s why I hope you feel the same

2016 February 15
I’m writing this in the dark with (Y/N) asleep next to me. She looks beautiful when she’s asleep. My heart can’t take any more of the happiness I’ve been feeling all day. I took her out to a nice restaurant for dinner on Valentine’s Day. I told her I love her on the way home and it turns out she feels the same way too! I’m the luckiest man in the universe! Cereal buddies for life! Okay Phil. Slow down. Take it one step at a time. I’m tired now. Sleep snuggles await.

2016 March 15
It was one year to this day that I met my lovely (Y/N). It’s a double celebration. One year that we’ve been friends and one month in our relationship. Has it been 12 months already? Time flew by so quick. I should ask Father Time to slow down time so I can have more time with her. The last 364 days have been a blast and I can’t wait to see what else is in store!

2016 April 9
I’m heading to Florida soon. As much as I love spending time with my family, this time is different. I’ll be spending 3 months away from (Y/N) with nothing but Skype and texts and emails and phone calls to keep me company. I DON’T WANNA GO! I do wanna meet the fans though. And America isn’t a bad place! I wish she could come on the tour with me. (Y/N) will go to VidCon, so I have that to look forward to. I’m gonna miss her so much.

2016 April 25
Just finished talking to (Y/N) on the phone. She had a bad day at work. I wish I could be there to comfort her. She needs Phil snuggles. All she gets is my voice. I was tired after the performance at Playlist Live and I wanted to go to sleep as soon as Dan and I got back from the hotel. But I wouldn’t miss her calls. God, these next several weeks are going to be torture.

2016 May 4
(Y/N) wants me to tell the world we’re a couple. I told her to hold off on it until next month. It’s not that I’m ashamed of telling everyone we’re dating. I have to protect her from the fans. There are crazy fangirls out there that would be terribly crushed to have Phan denounced entirely. But we will tell the fans about (your ship name with Phil). I’m not going to keep (Y/N) a secret forever.

I won’t ask for more
But for only you
You’re the only one I need

2016 May 26
Dan met a girl! She’s lovely. She’s a huge fan and I can’t believe she’s the one that makes a lot of the Tumblr fanart about Dan and I that we love. If it wasn’t for (Y/N) I could imagine seeing her as my waifu. But my waifu will be (Y/N). Someday. As for Dan, I see potential between those two. They’re texting each other as I’m writing this.

2016 June 24
The phandom is insane at the moment. (Y/N) and I revealed to everyone at VidCon that we’re an item. There were boos and cheers. I was focusing more on the cheers. Most people seem happy about us. That’s a relief. I just logged on to Tumblr and there are loads of fanart with (your ship name with Phil) tagged. There were some hater posts but those were attacked. I don’t condone internet hate but I’m glad there are fans that will back (Y/N) and I up.

2016 July 5
Even though the tour is done, Dan, (Y/N), and I took a detour to Hawaii for a little relaxation. Oahu is nice this time of year! Hot, but it isn’t England hot. It’s the perfect shade of hot. The beaches are a bit crowded but the pictures online don’t lie. The beaches are breathtaking. The three of us will go on a hike tomorrow. I wish Dan luck. (Y/N) had to bribe him with so many bags of malteasers for him to agree to come with us.

2016 July 8
Trouble in paradise. Literally. Not for (Y/N) and I though. Okay maybe a little. There was a girl at Ala Moana Shopping Center that flirted with me. I didn’t even know she was flirting with me till (Y/N) pointed it out. I’m so stupid! Thankfully, (Y/N) set her straight. I’m lucky to have a fighter of a girlfriend. Dan though. I feel sorry for him. Turns out the girl he’s interested in is in love with someone else. Poor Dan! (Y/N) are doing our best to cheer him up. This is Hawaii! He should not be sad in paradise!

2016 July 10
We’re going back to London tomorrow. I’m a bit sad. The tour was fun and I kind of don’t want to leave Hawaii. I might take (Y/N) here for our anniversary. Hawaii could also be the ideal place to propose to her. Propose? Wow Phil. A little rash there. It doesn’t seem like it. The idea of settling down with (Y/N) is something I can see. We mention it here and there and she doesn’t oppose the idea of marriage. It’s something to think about.

2016 August 19
(Y/N) FOUND THE JOURNAL. How careless of me! I left it on my bed. She saw it when she was trying to help me find a prop for my next video. She read a few pages by the time I came in the room. Unfortunately the pages she read were the pages that I started talking about my crush on her. BUT. She was quite flattered. She took the revelation well. I’m still embarrassed but she assured me she didn’t expect I was always that interested in her. (Y/N) not interesting? HAH.

2016 September 4
I passed by Jared’s today and thought about (Y/N). Do I hear wedding bells ringing? Nah those were the church bells I heard for a wedding while I was on my way to PJ’s. Too soon? I told Dan about this and he said it’s never too early to think about marriage. “Or late, now that you’re turning 30 next year” were his exact words. Mum would be happy if I marry (Y/N). Martyn just wants me to get married so I don’t die forever alone.

2016 November 3
Wedding fanart of (Y/N) and I on Tumblr. NOT HELPING THE MARRIAGE THOUGHTS. We haven’t even had our first anniversary yet! Okay I do want to sleep and wake up next to her all the time and Dan says we already act like a married couple but that does not mean (Y/N) might feel the same way. We talk about marriage casually but never as something serious. I’ll bring it up when the time is right.

2016 December 20
Asked Dan to help me with wedding rings. I might as well buy one for now and think about the rest later.

2016 December 25
One of these days I’m gonna give this ring to (Y/N). Had we been together longer, Christmas wouldn’t be a bad time for a proposal. I’m waiting for our first anniversary before I even begin to think about time and place to do a proposal.

2017 January 30
I’M GETTING OLD. Today I turn 30. Happy birthday me! I’ve been living on this planet for 30 years and I haven’t been abducted yet. I’m the luckiest unlucky 30-year-old in existence. Or at least in England. (Y/N) is helping me look for white hairs. She says I don’t have them yet but I beg to differ. No one’s ever too young to start turning gray.

2017 February 14
Ah, first anniversaries. 365 days with my lovely (Y/N) as my girlfriend. We’re still going strong and I plan to keep it that way. And about that marriage thing… perhaps 2017 could be the year.

2017 April 5
2017 will be the year. Also (Y/N) found my first white hair. IT’S HORRIFYING. White is not a good match with my hair! At this rate I’ll be under the ground by 50. No, Phil. No death thoughts. That’s Dan thing. Speaking of Dan he had another existential crisis involving Dil. DIL ALMOST DIED AGAIN. I wonder how Dan will be when Dil does die. I hope he’ll be okay. (Y/N) would probably have to be den mother in the flat.

2017 May 18
(Y/N)’s been acting strange. For the last few days she daydreams more whenever I’m around. I hope she’s okay. I wonder what she’s thinking about. When she daydreams she can be so lost in her thoughts that she wouldn’t notice if a real walker walked into our room. Speaking of walker I WAS NOT EXPECTING THAT PLOT TWIST. The Walking Dead isn’t adult friendly sometimes.

2017 May 26
The ring box is mocking me. Why do I have this feeling that I’ve been shirking off plans of my future with (Y/N)? It has been a while since I thought about marriage. I mean I did say 2017 would be the year I’d propose. It’s weird. The whole world is weird. It’s Dan weird, and Dan weird is weird enough.

2017 June 2
I overheard (Y/N) tell Dan she found the ring box. She told him she was worried I wouldn’t want to settle down. WHAT DOES THIS MEAN? Does she want to marry me? Is now a good time to pull off a proposal? Hearing that means she’d be likely to say yes. I’m nervous. Good nervous. I’m nervous and I don’t even know how I’m going to propose.

2017 July 13
(Y/N) and I tried out a kink. All those Tumblr stories got to us so we tried it out. It was fantastic! It’s not like us to be that adventurous but I’m happy we did. I’m itching to do that daddy kink again. I’m blushing. Why am I blushing? I wasn’t when we were doing it. AHHHHHH. Dan is usually in those daddy kink stories so for me to play that role is nerve-wracking.

2017 August 6
It’s set. I’m proposing to (Y/N) soon. I love her with all my heart and ever since hearing her tell Dan about the ring box I was thinking about proposal ideas. The best proposal for (Y/N) is to be simple. We’re going on a much needed vacation back to Hawaii (a Hawaii proposal would be a great story to tell our kids). That’s where I’m proposing. I’m doing it at a botanical garden because the flowers will help me keep calm. And what girl doesn’t like flowers? God I hope she doesn’t say no. I hope nothing goes wrong. I hope a meteor doesn’t strike the earth and ruins everything.

2017 August 16
(Y/N) SAID YES! Yay! I’m overjoyed. The proposal went flawless! She was in tears when I bent down on one knee and asked her to marry me. Obviously she said yes. Aside from the rain that happened on the way home everything went according to plan. Dan’s already thinking of how we’re doing the décor for the wedding. Classic Dan. He wouldn’t be able to resist an opportunity to do some decorating, even if it’s not his own wedding and he’s a guy and it’s usually women that do this.

2017 October 12
Planning for a wedding is just as stressful as when Dan and I did the book. There’s so much to be Dan! Thankfully Dan doesn’t mind taking care of the décor and (Y/N) are more focused on the guest list. Dan is usually scatter-brained but for our wedding he’s actually being organized.

2017 November 23
The wedding is in a few weeks. Now’s a good time to be nervous. Breathe Phil breathe. I’m in a disarray. My vows are a mess. I mean I have so much I want to say to (Y/N) but I gotta cut it down. At this rate my vows will be as long as a novel.

2017 December 2
Wedding. Tomorrow. Dan and PJ threw a bachelor party in the flat. Okay it was more like a social since they only invited our closest friends. No, we didn’t hire any strippers though PJ almost did as a gag joke. Good thing Dan talked PJ out of it even though I think Dan was tempted to go on board with the idea. Louise and Zoe planned the bachelorette party for (Y/N). I wonder how they’re doing. I wonder how it’ll be like tomorrow. All the guys are asleep which is why I have time to write in here. I hope I won’t trip on my feet tomorrow.

For a simple girl like you, my life is complete
Only you, love

2017 December 14
The past several days have been a blissful blur. The wedding was splendid. Our honeymoon is keeping me engaged more with (Y/N). We’re in Japan and since it’s her first time here she’s wanting to soak up as much time here as she can. I wish Dan was here though. He has been wanting to come back to Japan too. But I promise the 3 of us can come together on another vacation just like when we did the Hawaii trip.

2018 January 1
OKAAAAAY. Something happened during our honeymoon. Dan had a one-night stand. Didn’t I tell Dan to stay away from that sort of thing? He gets too attached and now he’s having an existential crisis. Gosh, Dan needs a girlfriend. (Y/N) wants to set him up on a blind date with one of her co-workers. That wouldn’t be a bad idea. If it means letting Dan find love like I did with (Y/N) then why not.

2018 March 2
I think (Y/N) is pregnant. She has been having morning sickness lately. I don’t want to jump to conclusions but what else could it be? (Y/N)’s buying a pregnancy test tomorrow so we’ll find out.

2018 March 3
(Y/N) is pregnant. WOW. I’m gonna be a father.

2018 March 5
I’m gonna be a father. Phil Lester will be a father. Am I ready to be a father? Will I be a good father? I’m freaking out more than (Y/N) is. (Y/N) is helping me through this but OH GOD. I’M HAVING A CHILD.

2018 May 18
(Y/N) and I are thinking of baby names. (Your favorite baby name for a girl) and (Your favorite baby name for a boy) are our picks. Whatever the gender of our baby will be I’ll love him or her no matter what. Can’t wait to see what our little junior will look like!

2018 June 10
Dan’s blind date went great! (One of your female friend’s names) is a nice girl and I’m happy (Y/N) chose her. They’re going on another date soon so I’m crossing my fingers Dan and (friend’s name) won’t break up. Ugh if Dan goes through another break up (Y/N) and I will have to invest in a year’s supply of malteasers.

2018 August 15
(Y/N)’s belly is getting huge! It’s like a balloon. She’s been having more food cravings lately so I try to stock the fridge as much as possible. Dan and (friend’s name) are still going strong so I’m anticipating a coming out video with those two soon. Meanwhile (Y/N) and I are discussing housing plans. It’s the three of us in the flat but with the baby on the way we’re gonna have to start talking to Dan about the possibility of us getting our own place. A Lesters house. It’s going to be hard since I lived with Dan for years and I love having him as my roommate. It’s going to weird so let’s see what Dan will say when we ask him.

2018 August 16
Dan’s a bit upset about the housing plans but I expected that. I won’t be out of his life forever. Besides (Y/N) and I trying our best to find a house close to the flat so we can visit Dan whenever. I hope Dan will come around. It’s a part of growing up.

2018 October 31
We’re moving into our new place soon. (Y/N) and I love it. In other news (friend’s name) is moving in to my room after we move out. I know they haven’t been going out long but they’re so close that it feels right for them to live together.

2018 December 3
Today was a milestone. (Y/N) gave birth. It’s a baby girl! We decided to name her Fiona since it was the name mum wanted to give me. Fiona (your ship name with Phil) Lester. Hahaha Fiona might hate me when she grows up for our ship name used as her middle name. God, fatherhood. HELP ME.

2019 January 30
Taking care of Fiona is hectic. When Dan and (friend’s name) comes to help us out it makes them see this as their future. “Can we just adopt?” was Dan’s reaction when (Y/N) asked him to change Fiona’s diaper. The look on his face was pure gold. He did it though. Oh Dan, fatherhood isn’t the best thing for him now.

2019 February 14
To Phil,
Surprise! Five years you’ve kept this journal. What an accomplishment! I’m so proud of you. We too lasted for five years. This is my little Valentine’s Day/anniversary present for you. But don’t worry there’s more! It’s gonna involve lingerie I found at Victoria’s Secret. ;D I love you forever and always. I’m looking forward to seeing where the next five years will take this.
– Yours for life, (Y/N).

2019 March 15
This is the last page in this book. Wow. Why do I feel like this is the end? Nah, I’ll just buy another journal and continue from there. This just means this is the end of a chapter and the beginning of another. So much has happened. I met the love of my life, married her, and have a child. Dan’s one year anniversary with (friend’s name) is coming up in a couple months. He wants to take her to Paris. He’s pulling up all the stops. Anyway I’ll be keeping this journal to look back on when I’m older. Maybe I’ll even let Fiona read it someday, I’m running out of space so for now, goodbye!

My dream is only simple
For us to be together
My only happiness
Is simply you

—O— —O— —O—

Whew! Thinking like Phil can be quite a chore. I basically had to “stalk” through Phil’s Twitter and watch many of his videos to get into his head. But it was all for research purposes! I think more like Dan that’s why. And speaking of Dan, lemme know if you want to see this journal entry format for a Dan x reader story too!

I had a couple of asks that wanted to see this fic, so here you go! And I find it ironic too that it’s a Daniel Padilla song that inspired this. Cause you know, Daniel. Dan. *in Phil’s creepy voice in the Photobooth Challenge video* Daniel. DANIEL. Hahah… okay I’ll stop now.

Until next time.

~ AA

i feel like my post about dreamer being underdeveloped and functioning mostly as a plot device was a little mean, and kinda reduced Sonia to just being a plot device. I meant to be criticizing that aspect of her character, criticizing the writing not her, but I feel like i kinda failed at that. i still Sonia is a little undeveloped, specifically when it comes to her feelings about using her powers, but that’s a criticism of the writing, again. that’s frustrating to me because having characters who are only plot devices makes a whole show worse. anyway, it was a bad post, and i should have been better at stating my thoughts

sdmnsammy  asked:

can i request my favs; futakuchi, iwaizumi, oikawa and akaashi, cuddling with their s/o on their day off and she's feeling kinda sad that day so they end up showering her in compliments which leads to them kissing for the first time? can it be super fluffy please!! thankyou love! <3

Funny how I forget every player from Date Tech except Aone…hope I portrayed Futakuchi right. Holy moly this was harder than I first thought it would be. Cuddles and fluff ヽ(´ω`○)ノ.+゚*。:゚+


The second year sighes happily as he buries his face in [Name]’s hair. “You always smell good~” Currently he and his girlfriend are both laying on his bed. His arms are wrapped around her and holding her close to him with her back pressed up against his chest.

“…” She seems off in her own thoughts. A frown is present on her face, though with her facing away, he can’t see it.

The male furrows his brows. “Hey, [Name], is something wrong?” He releases his hold on her and props himself up on his side with his elbow.

She rolls over on her back, staring at the ceiling. “I did really bad on my test that I thought I aced. My parents are going to be so mad at me…”

“Come on, [Name], it’s only one test. You still do good in every subject,” he says, trying to cheer her up.

Her gaze drifts to give him a side glance before returning to the ceiling. “I feel like I’m not even that smart anymore. Maybe I’m not as smart as I originally thought…”

Futakuchi frowns. “That’s not true! You’re the smartest person I know. You help everyone who asks in whatever subject without hesitation.” He climbs over her so that he blocked her vision of the ceiling. His body hovering over hers. “You’re really smart, [Name], and one test doesn’t mean anything.”

“Kenji…” She reachs out with both arms and wraps them around around his shoulders before pulling him down. The male carefully makes sure not to crush her with his weight. “Thank you,” she whispers near his ear as she hugs him.

He smiles fondly as he pulls away. Staring down at her, he finds himself leaning closer. Eyes half-lidded, he can see that her eyes are closed. Their lips meet in a soft, quick kiss. He pulls back, looking down at her again in awe. Her eyes still closed, he leans down for a longer kiss.


[Name] stares blankly at the television, not processing what is going on in the show. Sitting on Iwaizumi’s lap, the ace seems engrossed on the show. A large blanket covers both of them.

The television suddenly turns off causing [Name] to come back to reality. Glancing behind her, Iwaizumi has the remote. He meets her gaze with a worried look in his eyes.

“Hey, you’ve been really quiet, [Name]. What’s wrong?”

She sighs. She finds some comfort in his arms. “I’ve just been feeling a bit down. We’ll be graduating soon and I don’t know what I’m supposed to do with my life. My parents expect me to pick a major where I can have a successful career in, but I don’t know what I want.”

Iwaizumi is silent, then he speaks. “I don’t think you’re supposed to have everything figured out, [Name]. College is a place to find out what you want, so don’t worry too much. I’m sure whatever you decide you’ll be great.”

Turning her body so she was sitting sideways on his lap, she rests her head just under his chin. “How are you so sure, Hajime?”

His hand unconsciously runs through her hair. “You’re smart and diligent in everything you do. I wouldn’t be surprised if you became someone famous. You’re an amazing person, [Name], and I’m not saying that because you’re my girlfriend.”

She chuckles. “You seem to know how to make people feel better.” 

Pulling back, she frames either side of his face with both her hands. His dark eyes stare at hers. She leans in and places a kiss on his nose. Then another kiss on his forehead. Two more kisses on either side of his cheeks. [Name] stares at him, her eyes darting to his lips.

Iwaizumi leans forward to close the distance. He captures her lips in a long, slow, burning first kiss.


The setter pokes at either side of [Name]’s cheeks. Laying under a pile of blankets on her floor, the two lay on their sides facing each other. For a while, they were content in snuggling under the blankets. Now, Oikawa was trying to make [Name] smile as a worried look seemed to be her permeant expression.

“You should smile, [Name]. You look a lot cuter~” Oikawa says, as he lifts up the corners of her mouth.

She slaps his hand away. “Stop it!” The sudden outburst causes the setter to pull back. [Name] can’t meet his eyes and rolls on her other side so her back faces him now.

“[Name], what’s bothering you?” he asks, his voice quiet.

She doesn’t answer for a while. Then, she sighs. “I’m stupid for letting it get to me, but why are we together? I mean you could have anyone you want. Why me? I’m average in intelligence, I don’t know how to play any sport, I’m not that pretty. Maybe there’s someone else better for you out there, Oikawa.”

The silence that fills the room is thick. Oikawa doesn’t understand where all this came from. Yet, he understood why she had been so sad for the last couple of days. She hadn’t been her usual self, but he hadn’t pried as he knew [Name] didn’t like it.

Now he wishes he had asked sooner. “[Name]…” He reaches out and gently rolls her back so she is facing him. Her eyes glisten with unshed tears.

“You’re amazing, you know that. I should be the one wondering why you’re with me. There’s no one else in the world for me.” He gives her one of his rare soft smiles.

He gently caresses her cheek before pressing a kiss to her nose. She snorts. “You’re a big mushy softy, Oikawa. That’s what I like about you..”

Wrapping both arms around her, he pulls her closer so she lays on his chest. [Name] reaches up and gently swipes a stray hair away from his face. Staring into his eyes, she finds herself drawn closer to his face. Noses bump awkwardly at first, but angling her head, their lips meet in a kiss. 


“Akaashi, I’m going to miss you,” [Name] mumbles. The setter is laying across her couch with her on top of him. The two are a tangle of limbs. She has her head resting right where his heart is.

The male’s fingers trace invisible patterns on her back. “Where are you going, [Name]?”

Lifting her head up, she stares at him. His eyes are half closed with sleep. “I mean, since I’m going off to college, we probably won’t see each other. Do you think we can still be together?”

His fingers still. He seems to wake up. “Of course. Bokuto-san told me to come visit him at his college. I can do the same and visit you.”

She hums in acknowledgement. “True…but I won’t be able to see you every morning or after school. I’m just sad that you might forget me. I know it’s a childish thought, but I can’t help but wonder.”

He reaches toward her face and gives her nose a light flick. “I would never forget you. You can always video chat me in the morning and at night. Everything will be okay.”

[Name] chuckles. “Always so calm…” Wiggling herself up so she’s hovering just over him, she smiles wickedly. “Since I’ll be gone, why don’t I give you a parting gift.”

Before the setter can reply, she swoops down but stops; her lips just inches from his. Eyes half-lidded, she meets his heated gaze. His hands slowly come up to gently cushion the back of her head. With a slight nudge from him, she presses her lips against his.


She was used to days feeling not so real. She was used to feeling hollow, but Cang dug out an extra large chuck out of her. He settled in her bones, her handsome and melancholy Quincy. They were fools. Temperamental, selfish, and they were god awful people in their own rights, but at least he treat her gently. He just made a mistake and she unloaded on him like he was her punching bag instead of her friend.

He called her an angel and she went to bed those last couple of days wishing he was there to press kisses to her face.


He was in Miki’s garden. She knew his despondent look well.

“Hi, Cang….” She awkwardly wrung her hands. “Can we go somewhere private? I promise I won’t raise my voice and I won’t call you names or swear. I… I need to apologize, though. People out here have big ears and I don’t want them in our business.”

Loft ‘89 Experience (Glasgow 23/6/15)

This is the story of how I died, but don’t worry, this is actually a fun story!!!!!
(gold star for anyone who gets that reference)

This is a post I feel like I’ve never even considered making, because idea  of meeting Taylor was always a bit far fetched and my hopes were pretty low, and yet here I am!
Last night, every hope and dream I’ve had for as long as I can remember came true - I got to meet Taylor Swift with my best friends, Niamh (oohmymymyy) and Julia (screaminggcolourr). Not only that, but we got to meet Andrea again, which is something I have been dreaming and thinking about every day since our Red Tour date. The whole day was unreal.
We arrived at the Hydro around 4pm with out dinner in hand, and when we were finished we met up with a few of the other girls from thescotlandsquadand managed to get pretty close to the doors - which helped us reach the taylornation booth very quickly. There we had a chat and we had some photos taken and they asked us where our seats were, which I’m sure is the standard procedure for people at the booth.
After we got our merch, we ran upstairs and through our doors to our seats - we hadn’t realised before, but the seats were perfect. We were directly behind a glass panel, and because of a set of stairs there was no one in front of us. One of the Hydro security men helped and supported us throughout the night, like our own little cheerleader - he said ‘is it christmas???’ when he first saw us with all our fairy lights on, and although originally warning us that if very few other people were standing then we’d have to sit down, he revoked that rule fairly quickly. He allowed us to drape our signs over the glass panel and even the girl beside us helped out by hooking the lights of the sign over the corner of the glass to help it stay up.
A lot of people have been asking exactly what it was that got us in - our tumblr post, the taylorconcerts snapchat, or just our outfits in general, and I couldn’t tell you. However, I think it had to do with how bright our lights were and that we were going HARD for the entire concert to the point where we were disgustingly sweaty and had a dry mouth and no voice. I’m surprised one of us didn’t fall over the glass! Every little bit of energy I had stored up since I got the tickets was used up in that couple of hours. I can’t believe how amazing the show was, it was beautifully put together and you can tell how much effort Taylor put into not only incorporating her own style into the design, but also making sure fans had their input.
Just before All You Had To Do Was Stay, when we were just generally lost in the lyrics and our own out of time dance moves, we all at once spotted Andrea and some of Taylor’s team walking up the stairs and directly towards us with big beaming smiles on their faces. Just the sight of Andrea was enough to cause me to burst into FLOODS of tears. She came us to us and started talking, and actually asked the question ‘have you guys met Taylor before?’
This is a question that I had sat and thought about for so long. This one moment, a staple part of anyone’s loft 89 experience, gave me the most euphoric, amazing, crying-on-the-floor type emotion that, in all honesty, will be hard to replicate again. Of course, we all very frantically screamed NO. NO. NO. NO. NO. while looking dead into her eyes so she knew we were being honest, Julia even said ‘NO BUT WE’VE MET YOU BEFORE’. She then jokingly said ‘well you wouldn’t lie to a mum now would you?’ and we were even more frantically like NONONONONONONONONOONO, and she then began to talk about us getting into Loft 89, while a girl very quickly strapped on our orange wristbands and handed us a yellow loft 89 slip that told us to meet in section 58 immediately after the show. Just like that, they were gone in the blink of an eye, adding to our sheer disbelief.
We were all in the biggest streams of tears, near hyperventilating and screaming at each other - it was beyond belief, and something that I hadn’t truly imagined before the show. I was and still am at a complete loss for words. The entire experience seems like a dream, or like there is a big cloud in my memory, despite all efforts to keep my feet on the ground (metaphorically speaking - my feet were about a mile high while jumping and dancing about). It all very quickly became EXTREMELY surreal - to the point where we were just laughing at each other in disbelief. As if we were back in our bedrooms and laughing about all the funny questions we would ask Taylor if we ever met her.
Soon the show came to an end, and unlike the past feelings of sadness that the show was done and we would have to wait another 2-3 years for a show - we were just extremely happy and excited, the best was still to come!
We very quickly drunk the remainder of our water, carefully forced our signs into our bags, put our capes back on (a staple part of our Taylor Swift Defense Squad outfits) and once again talked to the security man, who was kind enough to help and direct us to section 58 - where we were then asked for our wristbands and our little slip of paper. Then, we were led backstage by a group of the Hydro’s team, to the back of the queue for loft 89!

The rules were explained to us quickly;
1. No videos were to be taken, but you can take all the photos you want!
2. When Taylor comes in, all phones and cameras etc were to be put away and not brought out again until instructed. If you were caught with your phone out while Taylor was in the room (unauthorised) then you would be removed from the Loft.
3. Only one photo was to be taken per group. You couldn’t ask Taylor to call a friend, or take a selfie, or make a vine etc. Each person in the group (including parents) could have 1 thing signed.
4. Do not crowd Taylor. You have to wait for her to come to you.

There were only 20 or so people in the Loft, which I was seriously surprised at. The idea of being one of the 20 people picked out of a crowd of 12000 is entirely beyond me.
We walked in and went straight to the cute little white couches, where we met gotfoundinwonderland and her sister Jennifer! We talked for ages about how we all got picked and where we were sitting and stuff, then about how crazy meeting in this situation was. Starving after the concert, we went over to get something to eat and drink. I got a coke and a cookie (WHICH WAS AMAZING!!!!!!!!!!) and I think the others also got some pizza. Then we got to meet incrediblethings1989 and I told her how I LOVED her outfit and that I’d saw her post on tumblr and that she was actually the little icon on the 1989 Tour Glasgow hashtag, we also talked about Scotland and how amazing it was that she came over from Dublin before going back to the couch to get settled before Taylor came in.
It wasn’t long before her dancers came over, and we were just completely speechless - they asked us if we enjoyed the show and we were like YES IT WAS AMAZING AND SO WERE YOU AND WE CAN’T BELIEVE WE’RE ACTUALLY BACK HERE. The conversation was shorter than I would have liked and they must have thought we were really shy but we were at a general loss for words - everything that I’ve ever imagined I’d say to any part of Taylor’s team totally vanished from my mind.
Just then, we were told to put our phones away, and despite promising myself I wouldn’t shriek - I did a little bit. Taylor walked into the room and was like HEEEY GUUUYS!!!!! literally just in the way you would imagine. We began to talk to Jennifer and Lisa again, about how weird it was that she was right there - we were all in a state of shock.
I turned to Julia and Niamh and we all checked whether we had stuff in our teeth or something and we all quickly ate a tic tac just in case our breath smelled funny, and after only a couple of groups, Taylor walked over to us.
She was like HEY GIRLS and we were like HEEEY SMANDKJLSCNDSUIBWE, she asked us our names and repeated them after us, we explained our Taylor Swift Defence Squad outfits and she was like ‘YEAH WELL I NEED THAT BECAUSE YOU KNOW PEOPLE ARE LIKE *rolls eyes*’. Then she asked if we had anything we wanted her to sign, and we said YEEESSSS and Julia asked her to sign the loft 89 pass for her, Niamh asked her to sign her guestbook (which is a long story but Taylor appeared to LOVE it), and then I asked her if she could sign the last page of the tour book for me. I almost automatically knew something was up when she hesitated slightly, and asked me my name was just spelled in the normal way - I said yes, but I wish I’d added in ‘like L-U-C-Y’ or something just to save her any possible embarrassment. She went on to write ‘I *heart* Kate’ and I bit my lip and she asked me if that was right/ok and I just went ‘sorry, no my name is Lucy’ and she was like SHIIIIT and I frantically tried to make things easier and I was like NONONONONONONONONOONOO THATS OK DONT WORRY I’LL JUST LEGALLY CHANGE MY NAME TO KATE and she went ‘wait, so your name is Kate?’ and all 3 of us were like NOOOOOOOOO IM SORRY
She then did the CUTEST thing and turned where she wrote Kate into a cloud, and drew a little sun and little raindrops and labelled them all - and I don’t think she heard, but in that moment my head cleared up and my heart swelled 10 sizes, and I was able to say ‘walking through rainstorms makes you clean’. A quote that has never meant so much to me until that moment. Taylor apologised again, and mentioned about the time that she called colldasyouAmanda, and that her real name is Lucy too.
After we took our picture, I also had the chance to give her my letter, and a little book of Glaswegian phrases (called ‘Ra Wee Book a Glesca Banter’) and a little pin with both the American and Scottish flag on it. She laughed at the book and read out the title in a Scottish accent and it was so funny, I never in a million years thought that she’d actually receive any of it and I’m so glad she did. My biggest regret is not telling her about my tumblr, or thanking her in person for following me - but in that moment, I didn’t want to tell her about it. I really don’t know why, but I just didn’t. Just as Taylor was about to walk away, Julia thanked her for using her voice for good, and she said that it was so sweet of her to say. She thanked us for coming, and then danced off to the next group. It’s so hard to think of Taylor as the world’s 6th greatest leader when she is standing right in front of you, not as the person on the front of a magazine, not as someone who sells out stadiums world wide in seconds, not as a girl who has her face blown up onto HUGE billboards - but as a real life person who lives and breathes on the love she receives from others.
If I could give anyone a tip about meeting Taylor and/or getting into Loft 89 - don’t try to think up all the questions you want to ask her beforehand, because trust me, you will forget. I still don’t know whether she has tried irn bru or not, or what her favourite episode of friends is - but that still didn’t stop me from having the best night of my whole life.

taylorswift Thank you so much for everything you do for your fans. Thank you for giving me this opportunity, thank you for everything you do for your fans and for always being so genuine and lovely to everyone you meet. You are so wonderfully down to earth and easy to talk to, you appeared so grateful for everyone and everything that has happened to you and I think you are amazing. You are my sunshine, my light in the dark, and you are my role model. I want to channel you in everything I do, whether that is in the way I treat people, in how I think in terms of solving problems, and in terms of using what I have for good. Thank you so much for everything that you are, and everything that you do. Thank you for introducing me to so many wonderful and beautiful people. Thank you for changing the lives of so many people. Thank you on behalf of that person who went to your show alone and used those two hours as an escape from their everyday lives. Thank you for giving me a space where I could quite comfortably SCREAM and dance as wildly as I want to my favourite songs. Thank you for making me feel so warm and happy when I finally met you, and I’m sorry I never got to thank you for all of what I just listed.

Thank you to everyone in Taylor’s team who make these experiences happen, and for treating us so well. Everyone that we met - the people at Taylor Nation, the people that set up and assisted with the Loft, and even the people who work the the Hydro - was so kind and supportive of us. We were even told that we should be given a ‘gold star for effort’ by someone we met while running up to our seats.

I’d also like to thank Andrea, for once again granting me one of the best nights of my entire life. It’s hard to explain how much it means to meet Andrea again, I never thought I would, but I had been thinking and reaming of it everyday since the red tour - in the same way I had been dreaming of meeting Taylor. Andrea means the absolute world to me, which sounds ridiculous, but she upgraded our seats at the red tour, and that boosted my confidence SO. MUCH. I have everything to thank her for, and in ways, meeting her seemed so much more real. It’s a really hard thing to explain, but she makes my heart smile, and I look up to her in the same way as Taylor, and she reminds me so much of my own mum. I aspire to grow up with the same strength and success as my mum, Taylor Swift, and Andrea Swift. That’s why she means so much to me. She is a role model in herself - and the fact that I’ve had the pleasure of meeting her twice makes me the luckiest girl in the world.
God bless Andrea Swift.

The 23rd of June 2015 was the best day of my life. Thank you to every single person involved. :)

anonymous asked:

*pssst how's that d/s zimbits fic coming along? super looking forward to it!*

it is done!!!!! (finally orz)

Whatever You Like (8934 words) by fragilehuge
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Check Please! (Webcomic)
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Eric Bittle/Jack Zimmermann, (implied/background Ransom/March)
Characters: Eric Bittle, Jack Zimmermann, Justin “Ransom” Oluransi, March - Character, (dang i wish we knew her last name :///), other teammates exist as per usual but they’re the only other two with major speaking roles haha
Additional Tags: Under-negotiated Kink, D/s themes, Face-Fucking, First Time, Plot What Plot/Porn Without Plot

Bitty even doesn’t think about it before he says, “Jack, go get me a soda.”

Jack freezes in front of the couch, knees slightly bent, halfway to sitting down. He straightens up slowly.

“What kind of soda do you want?” he asks.

Or, Jack likes to be told what to do.

Think of You

And here is another one. @willowaus asked for one hit wonder Klaus and rising star Caroline.  The song Caroline sings throughout is Think of You by Christina Grimmie, which is a really beautiful song.

Heartbreak affects people in so many ways.  Some of us fail, some of us move on.  And on rare occasions some of us, like Caroline Forbes, use it to skyrocket themselves to enormous success.

               Forbes, who has just released her first album, which has already gone platinum, wrote her hit signal Ages Ago, after her engagement to Niklaus Mikaelson, known for the single A Love Like That released in 2013, ended in early 2014.

               Now, just over a year later, Forbes is-

               Klaus growled and hit the mute button on the remote.  Rebekah looked up from the toast she had been chewing while staring at the television, with a glare.

               “I was watching that, Nik!”

               “You know, Bekah, you are supposed to be my sister.  Which means being supportive of me. Not watching shows that extol the virtues of my ex while reminding the entire world of my deficiencies.”

               “Oh, bugger that.  Caroline was my friend long before you ever charmed your way into her pants.  Not that it matters, since you drove her away from all things Mikaelson.” Rebekah hit the unmute button.

               … been seen in the company of Lorenzo Stone, the star of the hit series Riverview.  Sources close to both star and songbird say that they’re getting very close and have never been happi-

               This time, it was Rebekah who leapt for the remote, and quickly turned it the television off, but not before Klaus saw the picture of Caroline with her head close to that of a handsome man with dark hair and a wicked smirk. He said nothing for a long while, simply stared at the blank screen, and Rebekah shot him a hesitant glance, waiting for his response.

               “I’m happy for her,” he said, nearly choking on the words.  “She deserves all the happiness in the world.”


               “But I would appreciate it, greatly, if in the future you might allow me to ignore her existence.  It’s difficult to do when in public, I’ll admit, but within my own home I should very much like to have peace.”

               Rebekah said nothing, and Klaus walked away.

               And if his heart broke at the thought of Caroline moving on with anyone… well, that was something he would ignore as well.

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