if i could be your girl

Freckles, Flaws, and First Steps

Wow my title isn’t one word for once. This is a one-shot for the below prompt from @alexandrbello which I got a while ago. Sorry for just posting this now, my life has been w i l d. Hopefully you guys are glad to see some writing!

AU where lance had freckles but is ashamed of them so he hides them and then he runs out of whatever he covered himself with and anxiety, then keith comfort and klance, lots of klance please, thanks

You got it.

Lance had always been an outdoorsy kid.

It wasn’t surprising, considering how close his house was to the beach. Growing up, the ocean was practically part of his backyard.

No matter what, if Lance wasn’t at school or doing any number of chores, he could be found at the beach. Rain or shine, night and day, whatever the circumstance, no one could stand between him and the shore.

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“You’re cute”

Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader

Featuring: -

Words: 1050

Warnings: -

Tags: @imabloodynerd

Request: -

Notes: i know this one sucks but i hope you like it a bit at least haha

Originally posted by mortallyburningperfection


It’s a fact: high school sucked. Studying, the pressure, the exams, the teachers, being locked up in there half of the day… The only good things in there were the friends you made along the way. But even that part was complicated if your damn father had to be moving from place to place every few months due to work. You had never had real friends since you had never been in a place long enough to consider someone a friend. That had ending in you being a lonely girl who had troubles getting attached to people. What was the point if you were going to leave by the end of the year again?

It didn’t matter how much you tried to fight it, there was no way your dad would stand up for himself and talk to their bosses. So there you were, third year of high school and third time being the new one. You walked out of the secretary with two papers in your hand: your schedule and the code for your locker. There you were, walking down the Midtown High School in Queens, feeling like a stranger all over again as faces went by. Most of them looked at you, knowing you were the new one. You were completely used to those looks by now so you kept your head down until you reached your locker.

“6…12…7…14…2…” you mumbled as you moved the wheel. Of course, when you tried to open it, it didn’t move. Sighing, you tried it again but it didn’t work. “Fucking great” you mumbled.

“Wait”, a voice said behind you. You looked back and saw a guy standing there. “I can open it. It was mine last year. It sucks” he said.

“Oh great” you smiled a little and stepped away.

He put the code again and punched the door once, opening it on his first try. Impressive. He smiled at you and stepped away so you could put your books inside.

“Thank you for that” you told him. He looked like a good guy.

“You’re new, right?” He asked. You chuckled putting your jacket into the locker as well.

“What gave me away?” You asked closing it before hanging your bag over your shoulder.

“You amazing capacity to open a locker” he said sarcastic. You laughed and nodded.

“I’m (Y/N) (Y/L/N)” you introduced yourself.

“I’m Peter Parker” he smiled. “What do you have now?” He asked pointing at your schedule. You looked down and sighed.

“Biology. Room 301” you said.

“Oh, that’s right there” he said pointing to a door. You looked and saw it was already open, people walking inside. Suddenly, you felt a bit nervous. “If you’re with Mr Thompson you’ll be okay. He’s a nice man” he told you.

“And if I don’t?” You asked looking at him. He laughed and shrugged.

“You’ll be fine” he smiled at you. “I gotta go too. See you later” he smiled.

You watched him walk down the aisle and get lost through the people. With a sigh you walked into the class he had told you. The teacher wasn’t there so you took the opportunity to set at the back of the class. Every single year, every single teacher made you introduce yourself to the whole class which you hated. Being the centre of attention made you feel nauseous and you were tired of the feeling. Hopefully, if you sat back there he wouldn’t pay attention to you.

There was no luck. The first thing the teacher said when he walked in was that there was a new student. You were forced to go to the front of the class and talk. By the time you could go back to your seat, your palms were sweaty. Fuck being the new girl. Fortunately, it was the only time you had to introduce yourself during the day. Your last class was Chemistry and when you walked in you saw you were going to have to work in pairs. That wasn’t new. You choose a table and took out your notebook and pen before the teacher came in.

“Hey there” you looked to your side and saw that guy, Peter, next to you. “I guess we have Chemistry” he added. You raised an eyebrow, making him blush when he realised what he had said. “The class I mean! T-this…t-his is Chemistry class. Room 314” you laughed and nodded.

“Calm down there” you chuckled. “And yes, we have” you shrugged.

“You have a partner?” He asked pointing at the seat.

“People are not exactly fighting to be with me so…go ahead” you said. He smiled and sat next to you. “Be aware, I’m a disaster at Chemistry” you warned him.

“Good thing I’m not then” he smiled.

When the teacher came in you all shut up and looked at the front. He didn’t say anything about you so when he started the class properly after a small presentation of it, you let out a sigh of relief. Peter looked at you curious.

“I hate being introduced so I was praying not to be forced to go there and…introduce myself” you explained.

“Really?” He asked in a whisper.

“Yes, my hands get sweaty, my stomach gets crazy…” you shrugged. He smiled at you and then chuckled.

“You’re cute” he said without thinking. You looked at him with a small smile.

“What?” You asked. His face went red immediately, his pen dropped, making you laugh and cover your mouth.

“No-nothing, I’m so sorry” he started mumbling. He was cute actually.

“Parker, is there any problem?” The teacher asked. Suddenly the whole class was looking at you two.

“No, sir, I’m sorry” Peter said, blushing even more, which made you chuckle again.

The teacher narrowed his eyes before he kept on with his explanation. Peter looked at you and gave you a shy smile before he started taking notes. With a sigh you did the same thing, still with a smile on your face. As you took notes, you looked at him from time to time, just like he did. Every time your eyes met, he blushed and you let your hair fall so he wouldn’t see your blushing. Hopefully you didn’t have to change school this time. You already wanted to stay in this one for good.

“Coronation” Final

Summary:  She was the Queen of Sokovia, and he was the future king of Romania. Their relationship was full of hate towards one another, but will it change when his heart gets broken by a traitor to both of your powerful countries?

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Warnings: Fluff

Word Count: 1200

A/N: Alright, this is the end. I will not be writing an epilogue, it was hard enough to find inspiration to finish this series. My requests are now open, i will be releasing a set of rules later today. 

Coronation Series 

Originally posted by heartsnmagic

“I’m looking for a Mr. James Barnes.” Came a quiet shout throughout the ballroom.

 The wedding had been a success. Vows were exchanged perfectly and the ceremony was just overall beautiful. Y/N’s dress was perfect. It came out a beautiful pearl white, lace detailing graced her arms and torso. Her veil was of a matching pattern. To James, she was the most beautiful woman in that moment. The white complimented her skin, and showed off its radiance. Her smile lit up the room. Her smile was so contagious that James couldn’t help but crack a wide grin.

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Bill Skarsgard X Reader (Too Shy)

Request: Could you do something where reader and Bill are taking a holiday somewhere, but as friends. Fans get in the way of reader’s true feelings, but she realizes her feelings for Bill and admits them.


Requested  By: @weallhaveadestiny  

Bill tossed the last of your suit cases into the backseat before shutting the door, and hopping into the driver’s seat, ”Ready to go, (Y/N)?” He asked digging into his pocket for the keys. Once he found them he started the car. “Yeah, I’m ready…but like are you sure you wanna take a break? Y-You didn’t have to come you know?” Bill only laughed pulling on his seatbelt, glancing back at you, “We both deserve a break, (Y/N). I from acting, you from writing. Besides we are going to somewhere quiet because we both need it.” You did not dare to argue back once he had his mind set on something, he was going to do it.

The ride to Atlanta wasn’t that long since you’d slept most of the way, Bill and you had rented a hotel room together. Bill said he didn’t mind sharing beds even though the room had two. Wanting to respect his privacy you decided to sleep on your own, but you honestly had feelings for him just kept that part to yourself. Grabbing a t-shirt and a pair of shorts you walked past him to change in the bathroom. Once you shut the door you stripped yourself of the dirty clothing and into something much more comfortable. After completing your nightly bathroom routine you went back out to the room to lay down and rest to prepare yourself for the next day. 

Bill watched as you laid there sleeping peacefully, “Goodnight, (Y/N).” He murmured flicking off the lamp before laying down himself.The next morning you woke up to the sound of frantic knocking, “I don’t wanna get up… it’s too early..” You muttered hugging the blanket tighter around your small form. The knocking came once more this time followed by a voice, “(Y/N), please! I left the key on the nightstand let me in!!” Bill shouted from the outside. You groaned and threw the blanket off of your body the cold air making goosebumps appear in your arms and legs. You shuddered and reached over grabbing a small jacket to cover yourself up to prevent your body from becoming even colder than it already was from the loss of warmth.  

You shuffled over to the door and pulled it open, you were slightly shocked to find your friend standing there panting. Bill stumbled in and shut the door quickly behind him, you rubbed your eyes sleepily letting out a yawn. “Bill what’s going on it’s 7:00 in the morning..” He sighed taking a seat on the edge of the bed fingers curling in his hair. “I-I thought it’d be quiet here, but the fans.. the fans are just relentless.” Bill sighed and you shrugged. “Fans will be fans, I mean look at you… you’re a nice looking guy. You also have natural talent.” he looked up at you as you took a seat next to him. “Thanks (Y/N).” Bill whispered and the fans continued to bang on the door, “We love you, Bill!” One girl screamed, “Sign my book!” You laughed.“Sign this, sign that, I’m can’t live without a signature!” You cried out dramatically, bringing your arm up to your forehead and sighing dreamily.

 Bill chuckled and turned to look over at you his eyes locked on your face and eyes. “How come I’ve never seen it before?” He asked looking back at the ground, “Seen what?” You asked becoming nervous and sat up quickly. “Seen how much you care about me..” He responded.You laughed nervously eyes side glancing to look away, “Well yeah I mean who woul-” Bill leaned forward placing his lips on yours in a quick kiss. “I love you to, (Y/N). Don’t ever get jealous of those girls because you’re the only one who I love back.” He told you and you blushed slowly wrapping your arms around him.“Please come out we just wanna get a picture!” You growled and shouted. “Get out of here! We’re having a moment!!” Bill laughed, “This is why I love you.” You smiled. “Aww thanks…”


You two spent the evening inside of the hotel as the many fan girls crowded outside the door just begging to get in, “How long have we been stuck in here?” You groaned flopping down lazily next to bill as he turned another page of the Stephen King novel he was reading and chuckled, “It has only been an hour, (Y/N).” He replied glancing down at you a grin replacing his smile and you punched him lightly on the shoulder. “It’s been an our and I am hungry.” You pouted and Bill shrugged not looking at you at all this time.

“I am about to be on angry person, wait here!” You told him and got up sliding on a jacket again and flung open the door glaring at the girls who stood grouped around the door. “Get the heck out of here!” You snapped waving your arms angrily and they in fear dispersed in many directions fearing to come back. You smiled and walked back inside smiling to yourself. “Could we order out, that took all of my energy?” You asked and Bill set aside the book and grabbed the phone dialing a pizza place nearby. 

“Yes! I am so happy right now and glad I met someone like you.” You sighed wrapping your arms around him and placing a kiss to his cheek.

Originally posted by karlmordo

44335557! (17)

Part 17 of an ongoing series, enjoy :)
A fanfic for a more Mature audience due to violence and language. Read at your own risk :)

Themes=😖,🌟,💣,🎭 ,. (☠️- Harm towards characters, Strong language, Mention of drugs and Adult themes.)

Summary: Your group of friends have gotten on well for years, but what happens when a divide is caused by joining the wrong people? School AU
OT5- Baekhyun, Sehun, Jongdae, Minseok and Chanyeol.

Word Count: 2,488

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Part 10 Part 11 Part 12 Part 13 Part 14 Part 15 Part 16

A/N: I said I would never be creative again, but I broke the promise because I feel like I got super creative today.

You NEED to click “Minseok’s link, it’s part of the fic”

If it doesn’t work for you let me know, I’ll upload it separately tomorrow morning anyway. Enjoy :)

Hey, I know where Ana is.”
You had Minseok on loud speaker as you were still sat next to Jongdae in the chicken shop. His head shot up at the sound of Minseok’s voice.

“Where? Where is she!?” Jongdae bounced up from his seat as he looked at you intently; tears pooling in his waterline.

She’s at the old abandoned lot up north.” Minseok breathed as Jongdae flicked his eyes towards the phone again.

“How do you know this?” Jongdae sniffed, wiping his runny nose with the back of his sleeve as his body began to tremble ever so slightly.

I…I was on my way to go see Chanyeol just now and I overhead these two woman talking about a girl and her boyfriend heading towards an old abandoned lot; their description sounded as though it were Ana, they said she was crying and they assumed that the couple had a fault out.”
You quirked your brow and you looked down at your feet, Minseok was lying and you knew it. You weren’t sure what was going on and what he knew but he was definitely lying.

“Well let’s go and find her, what are we still standing here for?” Jongdae asked as he ran towards the doors.

Fine, meet me at central station.” Minseok hung up the phone.

The train ride there was silent and awkward. Jongdae’s leg was shaking uncontrollably; you were assuming that he was thinking about Ana; whilst Minseok was sat on your right-hand side eerily quiet something was definitely up with him but you weren’t sure that now was the right time to ask. You got off of the train 20 minutes later as Minseok led you up an alleyway which was considered the short cut to the abandoned lot. You could see the lot now; it was scary to say the least, a dark aura pouring from the area. Jongdae rushed ahead but Minseok pulled him back roughly by the wrist.

“Wait Jongdae. We don’t know what we’ll find in there, we don’t know who may be in there. We need to think this through.”

“I don’t have time to think shit through Minseok, Ana’s in there and God only know’s if she is even still alive!”
“Give me a moment.” You looked over to your side and ran into the bushes; you rummaged through for a while before emerging with a thick branch. “Weapon?” You shrugged your shoulders as you handed it over to Jongdae. He bowed as he accepted it from you and then ran off into the direction of the lot. Minseok rolled his eyes as he began to run after him.

“Come Y/N let’s stay close okay, whatever you do don’t split up.” You nodded as you followed him towards the building. Your heart beating at the base of your throat.

It was pretty dark inside and you could hardly see anything apart from what seemed to be a kerosene lamp at the end of the hall. You all walked wearily towards the lamp and what appeared to look like a figure sitting a chair.

“Oh my Goodness! Ana!” Jongdae called as he ran towards the light.

“Slow down kid.”

You jumped as you saw a dark figure move into the light from behind Ana’s chair, her eyes were opened in fear as she looked at Jongdae, trying to mumble over the tape on her mouth. You stilled in your spot as you focused on the emerging figure. The voice sounded as though you had heard it before.
“What do you think you’re doing?” You could hear the smile in the person’s voice. But you couldn’t see their face as they were wearing a black mask. “You don’t just get the girl back like that. I mean come on now, that wouldn’t be fair on us would it.”
You breathed out slowly as you saw Jongdae walk closer to the individual.

“Jongdae…” Minseok whispered shakily as he stepped a little closer. You heard a muffled cry come from Ana as she struggled against the ropes that were holding her down to the chair.

Jongdae walked forward towards her chair.
“It’s okay Ana I’ve go—”

“What do you think you are doing?!” The person pushed Jongdae backwards roughly in the chest and soon he was hurtling towards the ground; losing a grip of the branch. “Like I said you don’t just get the girl back like that.” The individual dipped there hand into their pocket and pulled out a swiss-army knife flicking it open. Your eyes widened as they lunged downwards at Jongdae, slashing his thigh. “You’re being selfish Kim Jongdae.”

You screamed as you saw blood beginning to seep through his jeans. Ana screamed as well as her eyes widened further.

“Who- who are you?” Jongdae hissed through the pain as he pressed his hand down on the wound in an attempt to stop the bleeding. But the individual didn’t reply.

“Y/N get out!” Minseok shouted as he pushed you backwards. “Don’t get hurt, please get out!” He ran towards the masked individual and jumped forward at them tackling them to the ground. The pair scuffled against each other as you started to hyperventilate scared that Minseok would get stabbed in the process. You wanted to move and do something but you were paralysed in your spot, staring fearfully at the commotion unfolding before your eyes.
Jongdae let out a loud painful groan as he reached for the branch and slowly and forcefully dragged himself up to his feet.
The masked individual had somehow gained the upper hand in the split second that you took your eyes off of the pair.
Now the person was on top of Minseok holding the knife close to his cheek, allowing a little bit of blood to run free from the split through his skin.

“Bastard!” Jongdae shouted as he brought the branch down hard on the back of the masked individuals back causing them to scream out in pain allowing Minseok to push the masked individual off of him, he then manoeuvred his body on top and began to repeatedly punch the individuals face. “Y/N, please get it together! Help me…Help Ana!” Jongdae wheezed sinking to the floor as he clutched onto his thigh. You blinked as you nodded your head slowly and made your way towards Ana, your legs felt like jelly and you felt as though you would drop any moment.
You creased your brows together as you struggled against the ropes tied to Ana’s wrist, ankles and torso. She slowly pulled the tape away from her mouth and let out an ear-splitting shriek.


“Let’s get the fuck out of here!” Minseok shouted as he stood up from his space on the floor.
The other body was still, though you could still see their chest rising ever so slowly.
You grabbed onto Ana’s wrist as you dragged her out into the open with you, whilst Minseok swung Jongdae over his shoulder. “Who has a phone?” Minseok panted. “We need a hospital and I can’t carry him all the way. We need a taxi.”

Where did you run off too?” Sehun slurred over the phone. You rolled your eyes, he sounded helplessly drunk. You had just left Jongdae and Ana at the hospital; you and Minseok decided that the two of them needed some time to themselves. You and Minseok had parted ways soon after leaving, although you believed there were many things that Minseok needed to share with you, you decided to leave it for the time being since now wasn’t a great time. “Listen I drank so much, I drank myself into oblivion, I think I might die.”Sehun laughed drunkenly and it was making you feel dizzy and sick. “She called me. The bitch called me; my mum she fucking called. She said the divorce has just begun and she told me I’m a fucking disgrace. How dare she the stupid bitch!…” You heard him take another sip from the bottle, his lips popping away from it again. “I loathe her. I loathe them all…and Mei and Baek…and you! Where are you?! Get here or I might kill myself.”
you frowned as your heart began to bang against your chest, your palms becoming sweaty with fright and anxiety.

Don’t say those kind of things Sehun, that’s not funny.” You breathed down the phone, you looked up at the clock tower in the city central, it was already 11PM, you had better text your mum and tell her you were at Baekhyun’s you thought to yourself. She’d be okay then.

Who said I’m fucking joking…I’m not.” He took another sip from the bottle. You were tired, overwhelmed and honestly still shaken up, you wanted nothing more than to just go home and sleep, but you couldn’t take the chance, whether he was bluffing or not. You had to help him out. You groaned inwardly as you turned back to the direction you were coming from waiting for a bus towards Sehun’s direction. Your feet were sore and the thought of taking your shoes off was making you much more excited than it should have been.

Just hang on Sehun…you idiot.”

Around 20 minutes later you found yourself staring at a drunken, dishevelled Sehun who was sprawled out on the kitchen floor, still shirtless. The way that you had left him when you went to go and look for Ana. He was half way through the final bottle of alcohol and at this point you could only feel pity at how helpless and stupid he looked. Rich people had problems too.

“So you decided I was important enough, to come back to.” He scoffed as he stuck his middle finger up at you. You rolled your eyes as you walked over to him and grabbed him up by his arm.

“Get the heck up Sehun. Go to bed, I really don’t have time for this shit.”

“But you had time for Baek?” He raised his brow at you. He snaked his arm out of your grip and then proceeded to grab your wrist in place; dragging you towards the bedroom with him. He dropped down on the bed. His eyes were red as he looked up at you; his hair an absolute mess. “Sit.” He commanded you as he pointed at the space beside him.

“You’re s—”

“I said sit!” He cut you off as he shouted the command louder this time. He looked at you with an emptiness in his eyes, but it was a different type of emptiness, one that you had never seen before. His breath smelt heavily of alcohol and his hands were trembling ever so slightly. “My parents are getting divorced. They’re actually doing it…Why aren’t you comforting me?” He breathed heavily as he looked at you darkly making you lean back a little bit. “Baekhyun joining Reiji was voluntary. My parents getting a divorce, on my behalf, was involuntary. So why is it that you’re paying attention to the one with power in his hands. What the fuck do you like so much about that short fucker anyway, did you date in the past or what?”

“No we di—”

“I don’t care.” He cut you up again. “I never loved Mei.”

You creased your brows together in confusion as you looked at Sehun; he was jumping from topic to topic and now he was saying things out of the ordinary.

“You’re drunk you need sleep.” You pushed him backwards in an attempt to make him lie down on the bed but he slapped your hand away violently.

“No! I said I never fucking loved her!” He lamented profoundly as he pushed your shoulder. “Aren’t you fucking listening to me? Don’t you ever listen? I’m always telling you to not touch me but you do! Goodness! I said I never loved her, she was just high enough in class to please my parents and she’s a good listener so she’d listen to all of my problems, that’s it. Oh- and she was great in bed. Now that’s the end.” He laughed as his eyes struggled to stay open.

“Sehun you need to sleep.” You said softly, trying to keep his mood calm and level.

“You remember that day that we were about to make out in front of you. I was so proud of myself. Your face…you looked so hurt… you looked so upset…I wanted to make you so fucking jealous.” He shifted closer to you as he lay down and wrapped his left arm around your waist. You looked down to see him still staring up at you intently.

“What the fuck are you talking about?” You frowned. “And get off of me.”

“I said…I wanted…to make you jealous. I wanted to make you jealous as fuck. Seeing me and Mei like that, I know it drove you mental.” He slurred as he smiled at you sadistically. “You wished you were Mei I know you did. Why were you so bothered otherwise.” He squeezed your hip as he let out a snort. At this point you were aware that Sehun was heavily intoxicated and you were trying to carry on reminding yourself that. “If it makes you feel better babe, you’re cuter than my ex. You’re a thousand times sexier, physically and mentally sweetheart.”

“No, that’s it. I’m leaving.” You pushed his hand away from your body as you rose from the bed.

“Why!” He screeched. “Why you bitch!? You just got here. Are you scared you’ll enjoy it too much if we sleep together, you think it may lead to something more. I can’t promise it won’t” You looked over your shoulder at him; his smirk was lewd and it made you want to vomit blood. “Why are you fucking running back to Byun Baekhyun! He’s the one that got you fucking injured in the first place!”

You turned on your heel as you looked at him with wide eyes.
“What are you talking about?”

Baekhyun’s P.O.V:

Baekhyun’s eyes were large with anticipation and anxiety as he began typing frantically on the keyboard.
Who is Kim Minseok’, ‘Kim Minseok’, ‘Ten Lee’ but nothing was showing up. There were so many Kim Minseok’s and Ten Lee’s and he couldn’t seem to filter through it all.

“What the fuck, why can’t I find anything?” Baekhyun whispered under his breath. He needed answers and he needed them quickly. He had been searching for a while and now and still nothing was coming up, until finally he had had enough. Rushing to his room to retrieve his phone he began to message Minseok:

Baekhyun: Who are you Kim Minseok?

Minseok: Just stay away from Reiji Baek.

Baekhyun: I said who the fuck are you Minseok?! I can’t find anything.

Minseok:  -Minseok has sent you a link-  
  //503- Ten Lee- Breaking news! #28371900#_”

Minseok: Click it.

Minseok: And don’t you breathe a word.

Tags: @mentiny @e-xing @se-fucking-hun

Insecurities | J.A

Warnings: One curse word? // It’s short as heck and I probably write too much Jack fluff but here we are anyway.

“Baby?” Jack’s voice called from the bathroom, before eventually walking into his bedroom where you were currently doing your makeup. “Have you seen my contacts? I swear I had a pair left.”

“No, sorry babe.” You kept your back turned to him, solely because if you let him see your face he’d see right through your lie. 

The truth is you really wanted your boyfriend to wear his glasses more often and since he was about to run out of contact lenses, you figured it wouldn’t be so bad if you just hid his last pair. 

Jack let out a groan and flopped himself down onto the bed, knocking some of your makeup off of it in the process. You glared at him but continued to put foundation on your face.

“Why are you staring at me?” You shoved his shoulder lightly, hoping he didn’t see you blushing. 

The room filled with Jack’s laugh as he poked your cheek, getting some makeup on his finger. “Ew, you don’t even need this shit.” 

He’d told you those words before and you wanted to believe him, but your self-esteem lifted a good fifty percent when you were wearing makeup. You rolled your eyes as Jack wiped your foundation off his finger and onto his sweatpants, such a boy. 

“I wish you could see yourself from my eyes.” Jack sighed. 

“You can’t even see me from your eyes right now.” You laughed.

He grabbed his glasses from the bedside table, put them on his face and sat behind you so that you could see his reflection in the mirror as well as your own, “Oh look at that. You’re still beautiful.” 

You thought Jack looked perfect, messy hair, glasses and all. His freckles were a little more prominent than usual and you found them adorable. Looking at your own reflection next to his, made you feel a little disorientated. What did you look like in his eyes?

“Please don’t be nice to me.” You suddenly felt really guilty, you shouldn’t have purposely taken away something that makes him feel better about one of his insecurities. Especially since, if the roles had been reversed you would’ve lost your damn mind. 

“I can’t be nice to my girlfriend?” Jack fake gasped, wrapping his arms securely around your waist. 

“Jack, I hid your contacts on purpose,” You blurted, not being able to handle the guilt anymore. “I’m sorry, I didn’t do it to be awful I just-” 

“I know.” Jack interrupted you before you could say anything else, leaning against you as he did so. He started leaving kisses on your right shoulder, which sent shivers up your arms. 

You sat there with your face screwed up, looking ridiculous with only one part of your face covered in makeup and a confused expression. “You know?” 

“You couldn’t lie to me if you tried, baby girl.” He smiled at you, no trace of hurt or anger anywhere on his face. 

He truly was the most understanding and amazing boyfriend you’d ever had, he didn’t get angry when you were acting like a hypocrite even when you think he maybe should have. 

“I just wish you wore your glasses more, you look really good in them.” You mumbled, a little embarrassed with yourself. 

“And I wish you didn’t feel like you need makeup to be pretty.” Jack challenged you and you knew you weren’t going to win this one. You sighed, but nodded in agreement. 

“How about we make a deal, you wash that off your face and I’ll wear my glasses all day.” He offered, a grin spread across his face. 

So that’s exactly what you did and Jack spent the rest of the day cuddling into you, kissing all over your face and telling you how beautiful you were. 

Just as much as you spent your time playing with his hair, kissing him back and telling him how amazing he looked in his glasses. 

You both had your insecurities, but you also had each other. 

Big Time Crushin’ ( G.D)

Summary: He’s the “nerdy boy” and she’s the “popular girl” in school, He’s in love with her, she barely knows his name. He sits behind her in English class, she doesn’t even notice him. But, man he sure is determined to get a date with her this week due to a dare from his twin brother. Will he get his wish? Or will she turn him down?

a/n yes the title is a big time rush joke, and not gonna lie man, i’ve been really feeling HS twins lately lol, enjoy two hs things in the same day lol.

 (Y/L/N is your last name)

Word Count: 1.5k

Warnings:  maybe a few swear words, just fluffy. Oh and beware for extremely cheesy notes.

(Gray’s pov because I feel like their should be more imagines in their pov lol)

Damnit, Damnit final bell i’m going to be late! I thought to myself as I rushed down the hall, attempting to not miss my final class of the day.

“Hey watch out!” I heard someone yell out, as I scrambled through the door, attempting to get into the class, finally, and thank god i’m not late!

“Okay Class, flip to page 225 please.” My English teacher, Mr. Howell spoke to the class, causing the stale classroom to huff out, grabbing their text books and flipping to the page, including myself. But, in all honesty I liked school, yes I was a nerd, but I liked it that way, learning was my escape from the world, somewhere I could get lost in for hours and hours.

“Oh shit sorry Mr. Howell! I forgot my bag in Study Hall, here’s my hallpass!” Someone yelled out, running through the door.

And that someone? Y/n L/n, aka the “class clown” or “popular girl” in school, she was absolute perfection to me, only con? She didn’t even know I existed, we’ve been in basically the same classes for the past two years, and skip to junior year, she barely even knows my name, she only knows me as “The Nerdy Kid” or “The guy with the Twin” not by my name, but damn do I love the sound of her name, y/n, damn that’s a pretty name.

“Mr.Dolan, pay attention please.” The teacher called out, causing me to blush slightly as he brought me into real life, and not y/n land.

“Sorry Mr.Howell!” 

The class longed on, everyone bored out of their minds, just waiting for this Monday to end, but I was actually enjoying the lesson today, we were just reading simple Haikus, which sparked a slight interest in me as I was always a true lit at heart. But today I couldn’t focus as I usually would, yes I enjoy the lesson but y/n grasped my attention.

Maybe it’s the way her hair falls directly over her shoulder in a perfect wave, or the way she could make anyone laugh in any situation, or just simply I could never have her. 

But damn does she fascinate me.

Soon the final bell of the day rang, and everyone got up from there seats, including the girl of my dreams, and headed toward their lockers.

Lucky for me, my locker was placed across from hers on the opposing side of the hallways, which always gave me a chance to glance her direction in hopes she’d notice me one day.

But, today was different, she looked more beautiful than she ever has, which is a world record considering she’s the definition of perfection, I could barely keep my eyes off of her.

“Okay little brother I have a proposition for you.” Ethan spoke, slamming his hand on my backpack as I scrummaged through my locker looking for my psychology  homework I needed for tomorrow.

“What is it?”

“Okay Gray, let’s make a little bet. If you can ask y/n out by Last Period, i’ll um steal some of Cameron’s clothes, and wear them to school on Monday, and if you don’t i’m telling her how in loveeee with her you are. Deal?” Ethan proposed, dragging out “love” to dramaticize the situation, damn he was extra.

“Shh, man she’ll hear you!” I defended

Hesitantly, I thought about it. Come on I loved a little challenge, but y/n, she was way out of my league, how could I even get her to say yes? I could never, i’m a nerd, she’s drop dead gorgeous, with tons of friends, the only friends I have are my brother, and three other guys in band. There’s no probable way she could ever even agree to go on a date with me, right?

Before I could even finish my train of thought, Ethan spoke aloud 

“Okay, Gray it’s not even a question any more, I know you’ll pussy out, ask her out by Friday bro, it’s practically an order, you’ve been in love with her for how long two years nearly? And she doesn’t even know your name Gray. Come on man just ask her out by Friday, okay?”

“Fine.” I huffed out, trying to even fathom how I could ask her out, she would never even consider it! I’m literal trash compared to that angel.

~Few Hours Later~

The rest of my night was honestly stressful, I couldn’t even concentrate on my homework tonight.

All I could do is worry, worry about how i’m going to get the girl of my dreams, in just four days.

I could just ask her out? Or maybe write her a poem? 

Poem, seriously Grayson she’s going to call the cops on you!

Maybe I could use some cheesy pickup lines, and shove them in her locker?

Yeah, that sounds good, but how am I going to put them in her locker without anyone seeing and beating the shit out of me for even considering flirting with her.

Damn, Ethan’s trying to get me freaking killed!

I think I just need to sleep this off, and figure out in the morning, yeah! Sleep fixes everything. Right? I sure hope so.


The entire day, I spent stressing about this damn dare! It’s just a girl some would say, but she isn’t just a girl, she’s my world and doesn’t even know it.       Every class seemed as it lasted an eternity, but I knew there was light at the end of this tunnel, well hopefully. This is either my big break or the ultimate trigger to a year and a half of relentless bullying if she turns me down.                                But even if this is a total bust, at least I tried right?

Okay Big Guy, it’s lunch everyone’s gone! Time to make your move, I grabbed a small scribbled on piece of paper, and shoved it through her locker vent. 

“Hey look man, she’s opening it!” I said under my breath to Ethan, as he glanced over to see the beauty opening the note I slipped in her locker with the words “I sure think you’re beautiful”  god I hope she doesn’t think that’s completely creepy, thank god I didn’t sign it off, I’d probably have a restraining order in my direction.

“Is she running away in terror?” I asked focusing my eyes on my locker, pretending she doesn’t even exist.

“Bro, she’s smiling.” Ethan said, as he turned my direction.

Smiling, wow, maybe the note was the way to go.

Originally posted by tana-the-dreamchaser


Morning, bright and sunny, full of things to be yet, accomplished, and every student’s favorite, the bus. Today, like every other consisted of myself and thirty other teenagers going on a large, dirty, possible diseased yellow school bus to take us to our educational building. 

“Wait, don’t leave yet! Can I catch a ride?” A high pitched voice called out.

Wait, am I dreaming? Is that y/n? She doesn’t live in this neighborhood? The hell is she doing in my bus? Damnit, Grayson pull it together she’s a girl not satan in carnation, you can withstand an extra thirty minutes in her presence.    

“Hey, this seat taken?” She asked, glancing at the empty seat beside, me?

“Oh, it’s not go ahead!” I said patting the seat beside myself.

“I’m y/n” she spoke, as she sat down.

I well know your name sweetheart, but I couldn’t say that.

“I’m Grayson, remember we have last period together?” I questioned hoping she’d even recognize me.

“Oh yeah! You’re the quiet one right?” she spoke, her angelic tones running through my ears like a symphony.

“Yeah, I guess I am” I replied, damn that’s how she knows me “the quiet one” well, if we ever spent a night together, she wouldn’t even know the word quiet.

Okay, Grayson that’s pervy, just focus on asking her out, that’s your initiative 

“Cool..” she awkwardly stated, before breaking out her headphones to listen to some music, I wonder what she likes to listen to? Pop? Maybe not, well she might be into it, country maybe? Okay really Grayson, it’s not country! Maybe, rap? Yeah let’s go with rap.

Before I could figure out completely what she listened to, which was just a good way to kill time as of now, so I don’t completely lose my mind sitting next to her, I felt a small tap on my shoulder.

“Hey, you want to listen to something? You look a little bored” Y/n offered smiling my direction.

“Oh yeah, sure.” I replied, attempting to play it off cool, gray this is nothing, you’re just listening to music, nothing big.

“Here you go” she spoke, taking out her left headphone, handing it to me.

Man! I was right, well not really, this is hip hop, not rap. But my inquiries were close! She put on a post malone playlist, which if i say so myself was pretty good.

The rest of the bus trip, went by at lightening speed and I wish it didn’t, she was honestly just really cool to hang out with, not just gorgeous with a killer personality, she’s just an overall fantastic girl. That I hope will agree to go out with me Friday, hopefully. Once we arrived at the school, everyone got off of the bus, and heading toward what the next eight hours have to offer.

But, now, show time. Play the day off, and slip another note in her locker.

Today, this was going to be my cheesiest day planned, humor captivates right?

I thought since, it was the end of the day, and we’re always hungry after school why not make a terrible sketch of a burger? The note read; ‘If you were a burger you’d be a McGorgeous’ cheesy I know, but it fit her, she was a funny girl, one of the millions of things I liked about her, but let’s not get too deep into that.

After our shared period together, which she happened to go to on time for practically the first time, well ever! It was time to wait for the inevitable discovery of my note, and hopefully captivate her heart slightly.                            Captivate? A little dramatic Gray, who are you Ethan?

As the day flew by, and the final bell rang, and we were all dismissed  I raced toward my locker, hoping y/n would see the note.

“Damn, I wish I knew who wrote these.”  Y/n spoke aloud, but not too noticeable, I was attentive to her, hearing every little thing that escaped her lips, I needed validation right now, that this plan wasn’t going to completely bomb, and I think I’m doing a pretty good job.

All I wanted to do is yell at the top of my lungs . I wrote them! Go out with me! But I couldn’t, it’s not the time yet, I need to take my time with this, so I can surely make her mine, hopefully.


After, yesterday’s bus endeavor and her giggling at my note, and even asking around who it was, I was pretty nervous to be honest, but this note was close to home. It was a nerdy one, hopefully to bring out the popular beauty’s geeky side.

I could barely wait, tomorrow’s the big day, and this is my last note, my last day of “mystery man”. I was shitting my pants basically, my hands were clammy, all of my classes were just a big blur as of now, I couldn’t think straight, damn I could barely even eat this week. I’ve done any stressful activity you could think of, mathletes, spelling bees, okay that’s nerdy but true.

But y/n, she brought out an entirely new side of nervous, I couldn’t even think! She was all I could think about, the inevitable yes or no, to the big question I was asking her tomorrow.

But here I was now, final period, final bell of the day. 

And she was about to open my poorly scribbled note that read; Are you made of fluorine, iodine and neon? Because you’re damn fine.” 

I was nervous, what if she didn’t get it? Damnit i should’ve picked a normal pickup line! Damnit Grayson!

How was I even going to ask her out, the closer the date got, the closer I was to backing out and having Ethan flat our tell her. But I couldn’t lose, not right now i’m in too deep.

“Ethan? Reaction?”

“She threw it away man.” he responded. Causing my features to immediately drop into a frown.

“Why did she throw it away? Damnit I knew she didn’t like them, how am I even going to ask her out tomorrow now”

“Gray, you have to just get it over with tomorrow, and be prepared to get turned down. So you don’t regret it for the rest of your life. Ask her out, or I will” Ethan threatened, I knew he was bluffing, but still he was right. I had to do this or I would regret it.

Time for a new game plan.


“Class is dismissed, have a good weekend kids.” Mr. Howell blandly said, before taking a seat on his black swivel chair, spinning around slightly.

Damn it’s Friday, and the end of last period and I haven’t asked her out yet, it’s now or never Gray, now or never, no note bullshit. 

Just ask her out!

I somehow plucked every ounce of courage remaining in my being, and walked up to the beautiful sight, in front of me, and tapped her shoulder lightly disrupting her from gathering her belonging inside of her backpack, startling her slightly as she jumped a small bit.

“Hey, so I was wondering….” I rambled on, stiffing up slightly from how freaking nervous I was! Come on she’s Y/N Y/L/N she’d never go out with a nerd like me! But, come on Gray, Ethan’s practically forcing you into it, just say it!

“Wait, before you even finish. Were you the note guy? With the cheesy pickup lines, and calling me beautiful?”

“Uhhh” I stammered.

“Oh, man never mind! Forget I said anything, damn I knew it couldn’t be you, probably just someone trolling me, I knew it couldn’t be you.”

“Actually, it was me. I was wondering if you wanted to go out tonight, for pizza at 6?” I asked, some how gaining confidence through each syllable.

But phew, she threw it away because she thought it was a troll? Not because it was creepy, damn am I relieved.

“Yeah, Pizza sounds Great! Pick me up around five?” She replied, picking her bags up from beside her desk, her hair swinging along her shoulder as she did so.

“Sounds Great! See you then!” I replied, attempting to not sound as truly excited as I was internally.

Now, I just need to shove this in Ethan’s face.

I won the bet bro, some how. Some how I got the most beautiful girl, in this school, hell most beautiful girl in the world to go on a date with me, I guess I actually need to repay my brother, he pushed me out of the friend zone, some how, well I wasn’t even her friend!  And I also get to see my brother dressed as my sister, but that can wait.

 Now, it’s time to go home and get ready to pick her up, because I don’t think I can wait any dang longer!

 Let’s just see how this date goes

Might do a part two of this?

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Fairytales - Jon Snow

House Stark is hosting the Royal Family and feast. All was going well until your anxiety started up and you needed to get some space away from the crowd. Your need for fresh air leads you outside, only to run into Jon who, of course, wasn’t allowed inside.

Originally posted by iheartgot

You could barely stand to be in the dining hall one minute more. With all the highest members of House Stark and the King’’s family, plus the Kingsguard Men, it was packed. Being Sansa’s handmaiden, you sat closer to the front, where all the action was happening. You felt Catelyn’s eyes watching you like a hawk, while Sansa giggled with her new friend about Joffrey. You shifted uncomfortably in your seat, itching to find Jon.

You hadn’t seen him since Ned and King Robert started the feast. You were still scanning the crowd, which seemed to only get bigger at you watched, looking for his familiar head of dark curls. You had already made the mistake of asking Catelyn where he was. She gave you a stern stare before saying, “You should be tending to my daughter.” Much to your own dismay, you could understand her hatred of Jon. He was a walking symbol of Ned’s infidelity. However, you remained close with Jon against the will of Catelyn, and even Sansa.

Jon, himself, did nothing wrong; not on purpose. He was merely born with the wrong name, which was something he couldn’t help. He had always been kind to you; helping you with chores and talking to you when no one else would. You were closer to Jon than you were with Sansa, which was saying quite a lot. Every minute you were by Sansa’s side, you wished to be at Jon’s. You liked him, that much was true. Jon seemed to like you as well, but neither of you were brave enough to talk about it. Even if you did, Lady Stark would never agree to any semblance of a relationship between the two of you; but that didn’t mean you couldn’t try.

You looked back up at Catelyn and smiled to yourself when you noticed that she was talking with Cersei. You slowly stood, making your way to the exit as quickly as you could. You were pressed against the wall a few times, trying to avoid the drunken knights as they passed. Your breathing increased as you were shuffled towards the middle of the room. People surrounded you on all sides, blocking your way to the exit.

The sound of King Robert’s hearty chuckle sounded as he kissed the woman pouring him more ale. A few of the Kingsguard members laughed alongside their king, while others whispered words of disgust. Most likely, those whispers came from the Lannister army; employed by Jaime or Cersei. You managed to make your way to the door, pushing it open. You lungs seemed to reach for the cold, fresh outside. The heavy door shut behind you, leaving you outside and alone.

You finally could breathe without choking on used air. You pulled your cloak tighter over your shoulders, hoping you’d calm down enough to go back inside. Your heartbeat had slowed down now, but you still felt tense and unnerved. You glanced around, hoping that Jon was somewhere nearby. You were walking over towards the kennels when you heard a thwacking sound. You turned to face the stables and found Jon striking at a practice dummy.

You watched for a few more moments, marveling at his skill. His hair was wildly flying about while he huffed and struck with such a force, you could almost hear his future enemies crying out in pain. When Jon finally turned around, his eyes widened as they landed on you.

“Did you kill him,” you teased and Jon’s lips spread into a soft smile. You so rarely saw him truly smile like that; either when he was with his younger half siblings or yourself was when his teeth poked through his hard, stony features.

“What are you doing out here? Aren’t you suppose to be inside?” You nodded, and Jon shook his head. “Lady Stark won’t be pleased about this.”

“I am aware, Jon Snow,” you said, leaning against a wooden post. “The feast was becoming far too loud and the room much too crowded for me.” Jon cocked his head slightly, shooting you a concerned look.

“Are you alright?” You looked away from his eyes, glancing at the ground. You aren’t alright, not really. Whenever House Stark hosted a large gathering, your blood rose and ran cold. That many people around you left no escape; and of course no Jon. Lady Catelyn would find any excuse to leave Jon out in the cold during feasts, without fail.

“I just missed you is all,” you murmured quietly. When you looked back up at Jon, he had moved closer to you; as silently as his direwolf pup moved through the forest. His gloved hand reached up and gently brushed against your cheek, holding the side of you head. You leaned into the touch, closing your eyes to immerse yourself in the calm Jon brought you.

“Your mistrust and nervousness around big crowds isn’t strange, Y/N.” You opened your eyes to meet Jon’s reassuring gaze. “You don’t need to hide your fear from me,” he added quietly, making you blush a little despite the cold.

“I’m not hiding it,” you said with a smile, “I did miss you. Is that so hard to believe?” Jon let out a small chuckle, his smile returning to his lips. Your smile widened upon seeing his.

“A beautiful girl, missing me? Sounds like a fairytale,” he whispered. His deep brown eyes held your gaze and you nearly melted. His smile slowly faded from his lips as he stared into your eyes with contentment. Jon was so close, you could feel his breath against your skin. His gloved hand went to your neck, resting lightly on you shoulder.

“Some fairytales come true,Jon,” you said dryly, coaxing a small chuckle from his chest. You were both leaning forwards now, a mere few inches apart. You chilled hands moved up, resting against his chest as he got even closer. Your noses brushed lightly, the slightest touch sending shivers down your spine. You were both looking at the others lips, waiting.

You were about to speak, tease him again, when Jon pressed his lips to yours. Both of you were inexperienced in the art of kissing, but Jon seemed to have a knack for it. He pulled you closer by your neck as his moved his lips against yours. You soon picked up on what to do, one of your hands trailing up Jon’s chest to the soft hairs at the nape of his neck.

He hummed against your lips as your fingers gently pulled on his curls. You smiled at the sound, your grin melding into the kiss. Soon you started giggling, giddy with how light you felt in your heart. Jon pulled away slowly, smiling as you laughed. You looked up at him, your cheeks numb from your grin. Jon eyes were full of adoration as he looked down at you.

“I hoping your laughter is a good sign,” he said as he brushed a strand of hair away from your face. You nodded, smiling at him. You leaned up on your toes, pecking his lips once more.

“A very good sign,” you said, pulling away. His smile slowly started to fade from his full lips, as if he had just realized something that doomed his fate. You furrowed your brows in a worrisome manner. “What’s wrong?”

“Y/N,” he started, swallowing hard as he did. “There’s something I’ve got to tell you and-” You grabbed his gloved hand, taking it in yours as he spoke; but that’s not what distracted him. He heard a cheerful melody being whistled, and soon enough, you heard it too.

Jon pulled you behind a sturdy wooden wall, an empty stable stall. Your back was pressed against the wooden structure, Jon resting his body close against yours. He peeked his head slowly from around the corner and almost groaned. Tyrion Lannister was nursing a bottle in the courtyard. He turned back to face you and you raised your eyebrows in questions.

“One of the royal guests,” he whispered, “it seems he strayed too far from his castle.” You held back a giggle, lightly hitting his chest.

“Be respectable,” you whispered brightly and Jon rolled his eyes.

“Sounds like something Lady Stark would say,” he whispered, “spending too much time with her and Sansa?” You gave him a sympathetic smile when you heard a hint of sadness in his voice. Your hand went to his cheek, your thumb trailing across his cheekbone.

“I have to,” you whispered, “but I will never treat you like that. I love you and knowing that-” You were cut off by the feeling of Jon’s lips against yours. He was more rough than he was before, which caused your stomach to tickle. One of his hands was at your waist, under your cloak and resting against the fabric of your dress. His beard rubbed against your chin, causing you to smile into the kiss. When Jon did pull away, his normally pink lips were red and kiss-swollen. His eyes held your gaze firmly, his breathing slightly ragged.

“I love you too,” he whispered. You blushed hard, relieved that the dark stable hide the pink tint well. You brought his face to your once more, capturing his lips in another kiss. Everything else melted away like snow; the obnoxious feast and the words still lingering on Jon’s tongue. He was too enraptured by you to tell you how he was leaving the next morning; and part of him even forgot he was indeed leaving you, his siblings. But in that instant, all he could hope to remember was the feeling of your lips on his.

Tyrion let out a slight huff at the cold, taking a sip from his bottle. He found a small bench to sit on as he mentally prepared to enter the noisy feast. Northerners did make strong ale, that was for sure; but nothing could ready him enough to walk into a room full of people.

A small gasp, emanating from the stables, caught his attention for a brief moment. He knew that all too familiar sound. He smiled to himself slyly and took another swallow from his drink. He turned it upright, trying to get every drop, before tossing the flask to the side. He turned his head back to the stables one last time before getting up.

“Lucky bastard,” he whispered as he pushed open the banquet hall doors. The music and cheers of the feast leaked out of the room as he entered, the thought of the stables escaping his mind all together.  

Picture Us Together (Part One)

Pairing: College!Peter Parker x Reader
Summary: You’ve been paired up on many school newspaper assignments with Peter Parker, taking photos. But your new interest in writing an article has you learning new things about yourself, as well as Peter.
Words: 1,201 
A/N: Thank you to @lethargicprofessor for editing!

“Say Cheese!” Peter said, pointing the camera in your direction. You flashed him your best smile before scanning the room once more. Tonight was the biggest Halloween party of the year, and both you and Peter Parker were chosen to cover it.

It was your first year in college, and you knew that the easiest way to make friends was by becoming involved. Though there were different types of clubs, the thing that really stuck out to you was being a photographer for the newspaper. In high school, your closest friends were fantastic with photography. They were always having photoshoots, something you grew to love. You’d begged your parents for a high end, and very expensive camera for your birthday, and were surprised when they actually gave in.

At first, you were nervous about how your photographs would be seen. You were used to photoshoots, but candid shots were another thing entirely. However, both the editor and professor with the newspaper loved your photos.

You’d even been paired up with Peter Parker for a whole section on the Halloween events going on in the school. There was a lot of ground to cover, and although you were halfway done with the events going on in the clubs, the week of Halloween was the busiest, and tonight was where you’d get most of your shots.

The Halloween Party that the Student Government threw was not only the biggest event of the season, but also the most talked about. You knew that outfits were crucial tonight. People tended to talk about the best ones for years to come, or so you’d been told.

You showed up wearing a pair of black leggings, a black tank top, and a rainbow colored tutu. On your feet you wore neon green converse, and rainbow colored cat ears were worn on your head. You’d even gone full out in whiskers and painted the tip of your nose black.

When you saw Peter, however, you tried not to crack a smile. Peter was by far the smartest guy you’d ever met, and had even gotten a science scholarship from his school for having the highest average in their history. Tonight, Peter’s nerdiness was no exception. He wore jeans and a t-shirt that had a pumpkin sitting on top of a pi sign.

“Pumpkin pie?” You’d asked as you rolled your eyes. Peter looked down at you before laughing.

“Yeah, I thought it was funny.” Peter replied, chuckling. I cannot believe I have a crush on this guy, you thought to yourself. The two of you headed into the dark room.

You were often surprised at how artistic Peter’s pictures turned out. You knew that tonight would be no exception. He would take a lot of low exposure pictures which always turned out incredible.

You, on the other hand, were left with candids. Because there wasn’t much light, it was crucial that you stay close to what little light was being emitted, as well as holding the camera completely still. The last thing you wanted was to cause a disruption with your flash photos.

As you walked around, surveying both the light and trying to get as many students in shots as possible, you couldn’t help but see that Peter was surrounded by a flock of girls. They were all flirting with him, and Peter didn’t seem to mind the attention. You knew it was stupid, but you couldn’t help but feel a pit in the bottom of your stomach. Focus on what you came here for, you thought to yourself.

But try as you might, you couldn’t help but keep looking over at Peter and becoming more and more jealous. You left the room, deciding to get pictures of students as they were coming into the party. At least that way you wouldn’t have to see Peter anymore.

As you were taking pictures, you were stopped by a beautiful girl. She had long brown hair and like you was wearing a tutu, but had a crop top with candy nerds taped to it and glasses on. “Hey! You’re taking photos with Peter tonight, right?” You nodded and smiled, knowing exactly where this was going. “Do you know where he is? I wanted to say hi.” She said, twirling her finger around a strand of hair.

“He’s inside,” you said, pointing to the dark room. While you watched her walk away, a sharp realization hit you. I cannot even compete with that girl, you thought to yourself.

Before you knew it, you were outside. You weren’t sure when you had left or even how you’d gotten so far away from the party. You’d been so upset that the only thing you’d known was that you needed to leave. Spotting a bench, you walked over and took a seat. Tears started to fall from your eyes, and you couldn’t help but laugh at how ridiculous you were being.

“Has anyone seen Y/N?” Peter asked, noticing that you were gone. He tried to leave the room, but was stopped by the same girl who you’d seen.

“Hey Peter!” She said, giving him a wide smile. She tried to lead him inside, but Peter stopped her.

“Hey, I’m so sorry, but I’m actually looking for my friend. Have you seen her? She was supposed to be taking pictures with me.” Peter said, looking more concerned each minute.

“Yeah, she was outside, but I think she left? I have no idea where she went though.” Peter moved around her before going outside into the night. Surveying his surroundings, he did his best to think about where you were. As he continued to walk, he saw you.

If he’d been concerned before, he was even more so now. You had your head buried in your hands, and he watched as your shoulders spasmed. He took a seat, and you felt the bench shift under someone else’s weight.

“Y/N… what’s wrong?” Peter asked, rubbing small circles on your back. The fact that Peter came to find you only made you cry harder. “Is it me?” Peter asked, sounding concerned.

You wiped your tear stained face before replying, “no.” You tried your best to smile and laugh. “You should be at the party, hanging out with your friends!” You couldn’t help it but tears had started to fall again.

Peter took your head in his hands before replying. “Y/N, my friends can wait. I’m more concerned about you right now, and I’m not leaving until you feel better.” You rolled your eyes, and Peter brought you into his chest. “Can you at least give me a hint?” He asked, before rubbing your back once more.

“Fine. I like this guy, but he’s got girls who are into him that I could never even compete with.” You said, trying your best to stop the tears from welling up in your eyes. Peter grabbed your shoulders and looked at you. It felt like his deep brown eyes were looking into your soul.  

“Then that guy is an idiot. If he can’t see how great you are, then he doesn’t deserve you.” Peter said sternly. “Y/N, I mean it. He’s not good enough for you if he isn’t interested.”

“Did you just flash me?” - Dean Ambrose

This is a prompt drabble requested by @therealfivefeetoffuckingfury

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Originally posted by ambreignssmemories

“Dean?” You called out. Dean was listening to music upstairs. Now, normally you wouldn’t mind, but it was way too loud, you couldn’t even hear your mother talking on your laptop on Skype.

There was no reply.

“DEEEAANNN!” You screamed up now.

You could hear him dashing down the stairs but the music was still on full volume.

“What is it?” He jogged over to the dining table where you were sitting.

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The Mrs. 2

Pairing: (Mobster) Eggsy Unwin x Reader

Warning: Swearing. Gangster Shit. Sass. Physical Harm. Cat Fights. Law Breaking. Lying. Scandal. Mob Boss Shit.

A/N: Italicized pieces are basically Narrative parts.

When you met Gary Unwin, your brother Charlie on his pay roll. You thought the Mob Boss of London would be scarier. A man with his reputation, a girl like you shouldn’t be caught dead with him, but you don’t care. Being Eggsy’s dame came with a lot of perks and you only ask one thing of him. “Stay out of jail.” But any Mobster’s girl should know, they can’t keep their word. When Eggsy goes away, the crew looks to you for orders. Can you stand with your man or is Mob life just not for you?

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Corporate || Dylan O’Brien AU {Part Three}

Originally posted by teenwolf--imagines

Words: 2614

Warnings: cute, a bit of violence? kind of

Pairing: Dylan O’Brien x Reader

Series Masterlist

Author’s Note: I wrote this in one night. Wow I hope it’s good, lol. Thanks to one of my favorites, @lovelydob, for proofreading this for me!!

Dylan had just stepped off the elevator, making his way towards his office as he had many phone calls to make about the new team. He had passed Mal’s desk, giving her a small smile as she returned it. He walked into his office, closing the door behind him and he stood in front of his desk, grabbing the office phone, dialing a number immediately.

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Interviewer : So Tom from what we understand you have a special someone in your life, would you like to tell us a little about her?

Tom : No, No way…….. 

Tom says sarcastically, but he couldn’t keep the straight face for long he smiles and the interviewers start laughing,

Tom : She’s great, it’s… I… I can’t quite explain it but the short version of our relationship is that she gets me.

Interviewer : I see, she must be a very special lady, what did she have to say about homecoming?

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Destiny - Byun Baekhyun

Fandom: EXO

Pairing: Byun Baekhyun x Reader

Warning: Angst|Fluff

Requested By: byunshim

Request: Hi there!! Can I request a super angsty Baek x Reader… where u were a couple in the past but he lost his memory due to an accident, forgetting all about you. His parents split you up because it was too painful for everyone. And five years later you meet again, but he is with someone else… he feels an attachment to u but isnt sure why and opts to be stay near to you whenever u r around. But u remember what his parents asked of u and try to push him away. Happy ending for ReaderxBaek. Pls&thks

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“I cannot place words in your mouth
if I could I would- honestly,
I have tried but the seeds 
rise out of the soil with each rain
every tear you cause pulling 
the soft words I leave in your mouth
from the ground and you swallow 
them down, down and I am sure 
you have a garden of lovely things 
in the pit of your belly that I 
will never hear or see.
maybe one day they will sprout 
so tall, so big, so high
blooming between your lips 
that another girl will get 
all of the pretty words I planted 
but I am impatient. Harvest has past. 
I will not wait and listen to words 
that I know you do not mean.”

- crop failure || O.L.

anonymous asked:

Hi! I wanted to ask you kinda about your experience of being a lesbian. I've always identified as ace and aro but I've been questioning if I'm lesbian romantic, still ace tho I know you've said you have a similar alignment, I wanted to know about your experiences with it and if you could tell me kind of how you figured it out

i just know that im very ace and that girls are just wowzers and great. I dont have any attraction towards men other then the occasional aesthetic attraction. Im also not really one for relationships because personally i never feel like I could give back the amount of vulnerability that they would give me and so I dont want to enter a relationship unless its 100% mutual affection yaknow? I identify as an ace lesbian but theres some aro tendencies in there so I just find it easier to say ‘I like girls’ in shorthand lol

anonymous asked:

40. “The kids, they ambushed me.”

Coming home after a long day at work to open your front door and hearing screams from your kids and shouting from your husband could either be a good or a bad thing. It made your heart stop as Harry raised his voice at the girls. But it was quickly followed by their giggles. Now, you had no idea what you were walking into. 

Just as you’re turning the corner to where the ruckus is coming from, you come face-to-face with it - literally. You take a step back after bumping into Harry and look to see his face is covered in different shades of eyeshadows and theres lipstick across his cheek. You cover your mouth to stop from bursting into laughter. 

“What’s happened here?” You question. Harry’s scowling at you as you still are trying your hardest to not laugh. “I leave for one evening and you’ve gone crazy with the blue shadow huh?” You tease your husband, who only rolls his eyes in response.

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(never) Let Me Go | Nyx Ulric x Reader

RATING: Teen for depictions of violence
PAIRING: Nyx Ulric/Reader
WORDS: 2198
SUMMARY: Nyx always loses the ones he loves, maybe that’s why it’s taken him so long to admit what he’s long ignored.
PROMPT: Could you write a Nyx x Reader where he has a nightmare of her dying and she has to comfort him and it’s just really fluffy?
AO3: http://archiveofourown.org/works/12143586

@native-snowflake Oh god, this took for-freaking-ever cause your girl over here can’t write fluff to save her life. I scrapped 2 different versions of the ending before finally settling on this one. I hope it hits the spot 💕 I hope you don’t mind that I cheated a little bit and rolled your prompt together with a headcanon I have for Wayward Children (who said I love you first).

Tagging those who requested it: @mp938368 @thefriendlytonberry @sailormars109

The nightmares, they always start the same. The smell of wet smoke rounded by the rot of entrails and waste; the taste of copper sharp and acrimonious upon his tongue. It’s all so familiar it no longer makes him gag.

He knows what happens next. 

He can hear the gunfire cut through naked flesh before it happens. 


He doesn’t turn around in panic like he used to. 

He stands still. 




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