jordan-baby

Chelsea Peretti and Jordan Peele’s baby was born and I am still here in my own body which means despite my efforts I have not been reborn as their new baby

his pet names for you ; tom holland (headcanon)

Originally posted by multiplyed

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hi i’m back for good this time! 

i’m so sorry for not posting lately but i’ve been swamped with midterms and i just celebrated my birthday yesterday and i’m feeling inspired so let’s write!

i love you all!

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Good Job, Universe

Pairing: Jordan Fisher x Reader

Word Count: 2,392

A/N: Just want to thank the @hamwriters group chat for this wonderful idea based on somebody’s personal experience with my baby, Jordan Fisher. So basically, I took all of @myalexanderhamiltonjustyouwait‘s tweets and made a fic out of them bc how could I not?

With tears running down your face, you stood and clapped with the rest of the audience. You watched as the cast made their way back onstage and bowed. It was obvious they enjoyed performing the show every night. They were beaming, smiles on every face.

As you looked down the line of actors and actresses, your eyes stopped on the tanned, curly-haired young man who played John Laurens and Philip Hamilton. You recognized him instantly from his role of Doody in Grease Live. He had a smile on his lips, just as everyone else did, but it didn’t reach his eyes.

Call it intuition, but you could tell he was upset about something. You wished you had the means to go and talk to him about, but you didn’t have those kinds of connections. You were lucky enough to see the show.

So you just clapped harder and shouted louder, attempting to make your gratitude heard.

As soon as you exited the theatre, your phone was out and you were opening Twitter. You found his Twitter handle quickly while you were muttering to yourself over what you should say. “Great performance? No, Y/N, everyone says that.” You declared quietly. “A show for the ages. What is this, a wrestling match? C’mon, think.”

Then it came to you. You tried not to seem too eager as you typed out a couple tweets.

I love Anthony so much but watching @Jordan_Fisher tonight in Hamilton was so amazing. He’s so talented, and makes an adorable kid Philip.

@Jordan_Fisher the animation that he acts with is totally unmatched from any other show I’ve ever seen, and that’s all Broadway shows.

@Jordan_Fisher I’ve never cried from seeing a performance, but seriously, you made me cry numerous times. Reynolds Pamphlet, Stay Alive, etc

@Jordan_Fisher I can’t wait to go back

You knew you probably seemed like a crazed fan, but once you started typing, you couldn’t stop. You let every emotion that he’d made you feel that night embody itself in those four little tweets. You hoped that they would brighten his night. He deserved it.


Monday came around faster than you’d hoped, but you decided to take the day off from work. Your job could be crazy stressful; a deadline here, a meeting there. You were all caught up on your work, and even a bit ahead of the game, so you didn’t think twice when you called in “sick”.

You noticed that you had a few Twitter notifications, so you unlocked your phone once more and opened the app. You gasped when you saw your notification tab. You couldn’t believe it.

Jordan Fisher liked every single tweet from last night.

A smile took over your face as you saw his reply:

@Y/T/H I can’t thank you enough for those sweet words. Truly.

If this wasn’t the best start to a day, you didn’t know what was. You had never, in a million years, thought that he would see your tweets in the midst of all his mentions, let alone reply. This made your day. And quite possible your life.

Of course, you didn’t know what to do with this information except repeat it to yourself over and over again with a grin splattered on your face. It was like you were in a dream that you never wanted to wake up from.

You got up from your bed and did your morning routine in a daze, a grin plastered on your face. You hummed one of Jordan’s songs as you showered and made up an embarrassing dance number to go along with it as you were making breakfast. After a particularly daring move (which totally didn’t cause you to almost fall), you went to grab some coffee from a cabinet, but there was no sign of coffee anywhere.

You didn’t let that get you down though. You decided to get dressed and take a small walk down the street to get buy some coffee from a nearby grocery store.

As you strolled down the street clutching your coat closer to you as the wind blew, you saw a figure hunched over near a door. You looked closer, seeing a man who was attempted to pick the lock. You’d been through this ordeal before, locking yourself out, so you felt bad for the obviously freezing and annoyed guy.

You neared him as he groaned and kicked the bottom of the door in defeat, “Stupid door.”

“You know, you should probably call your super.” You advised. “They should have a spare.”

He didn’t think twice about answering a stranger as he stood up straight, looking up at the sky. “I locked my phone inside.” He shook his head as he threw his hand in the direction of a window. “Left it on my bedside table.”

You tilted your head as you thought you recognized his voice. It sounded awfully familiar. He wasn’t fully facing you, so you thought about what you could do to get him to turn around. “Well,” You started, “You can borrow mine, if you like.”

He spun on his heel to face you, and you couldn’t believe your eyes. To be frank, he couldn’t believe his eyes either. Of course you were standing in front of Jordan Fisher, how could you not have known? And you? You were the girl who tweeted him the sweetest of praises the night before (which was a horrible day, he recalled).

“It’s Y/N, right?” He asked, his cheeks red (from the wind, obviously).

“Um, yeah.” You sputtered. You were taken aback; you didn’t expect him to be on a first name basis already. “How did you-”

“You tweeted me!” He said eagerly. He quickly noticed how excited he seemed and stuffed his hands in his pockets, trying to calm down a bit. “I was having a bad day yesterday. Stuff with my family back at home, and tour planning. Not to mention I was running late.” He rambled. He looked down and away, struggling to meet your curious eyes, “Basically, I was having a terrible day. Your tweets, they just reminded me why I love my job, why I love performing every night.” He found himself getting lost in your eyes as he spoke. “For you.”

You blushed and looked at the ground, not believing that this was actually happening. When he realized what he said, he immediately started stammering over his words, “I mean for people like you! Not you, specifically. Not that I don’t think you’re-” He stopped as he noticed you giggling at him. “I swear I’m normally cooler than this.” He told you.

“I’m sure you are.” You laughed. “How did you get stuck out here anyways?”

He pointed to a trash bag on the sidewalk, “Went to take out my trash and left my keys on the table.”

“Smooth move.”

“Thanks.”

You retrieved your phone from your pocket and handed it to him. “Call your super. Then we can talk about how much cooler you normally are.”

He chuckled nervously with his head bowed and thanked you. You leaned against the brick wall and waited as he made his call. His eyes widened as a sigh of relief fell from lips, “Thank God! Ben, I’m locked out.”

He paused for a second and furrowed his brow, “What do you mean, how? I left my keys inside.”

You giggled once more, only covering you smile when Jordan turned and gave you a playfully poignant look. “Alright, when can you come unlock the door?”

The frown on his lips was contagious as you watched him let out an exasperated sigh. “What am I supposed to do until then?” He asked. After mumbling an okay, he returned your phone, obviously upset with his current situation. “What did he say?” You asked.

“He won’t be able to unlock it until tonight.” He answered glumly. He cracked a small smile as he looked up at his window, “You wouldn’t happen to know how to pick a lock, would you?”

“Sadly, no. My criminal skills are subpar.” You answered, delighted that you made him chuckle. Suddenly, an idea came to mind as you perked up, a smile on your lips. Jordan looked back at you with a small amount of amusement in his eyes, “What?”

“I was going to go to the store to get some coffee and then head home to eat breakfast. You could join me, if you want.” You offered. When a smile started to break on his lips, you began to ramble, “My place isn’t too far from the theater either, so you could just walk down there at your call time. Or I could drive you. I mean, that would be a waste of a gas, it’s like a ten minute walk, but-”

“Y/N!” He stopped you with a chuckle. “I’d love to join you.”

You grinned shyly as beckoned for him to follow you. When he got to your side, you bumped shoulders with him, “I’m normally cooler than this, I swear.”

“You think you’re funny, don’t you?”

“Truly.”

You both laughed and started to walk back towards your house. You stopped at the corner, waiting for the light to change when you remembered the coffee. Jordan looked at you, containing his laughter, when you spun on your heel and looked in the opposite direction. “The grocery store is definitely that way.” You chuckled.

“I wasn’t gonna say anything.”

You were surprised at how well you two got along. You’d always heard that meeting celebrities could be a huge let down, but Jordan didn’t even see himself that way. He seemed extremely unaware of the talent that he possessed, and you made it your duty to let him know. You talked about everything from the passion he put into the Stay Alive reprise to the musicality of each and every song on his EP.

By the time you both arrived at your apartment, he was practically begging to hear more about you. “There’s not much to say.” You told him as you opened your front door. “I work in communications at an advertising company. I make people look good.”

“And you don’t think that’s interesting?”

“It’s interesting enough.” You chuckled. “Coffee?”

He nodded and sat down at the island in your kitchen, watching you walk back and forth. It was fair to say that Jordan was developing a crush on you, and he was easily becoming nervous over it. He knew that when he had a crush, he immediately lost any coolness he usually possessed and became a sputtering fool. Lucky for him, you were the exact same way, so he had nothing to worry about.

As you approached him with a plate of food and a mug of coffee, his head turned to the side. “Do you hear that?”

You furrowed your brow, “Hear wh-”

“Shh!”

He got up and followed the noise as you giggled at him. When he got to the doorway, he stopped then turned left. Once he was sure it was coming from that direction, he pointed down the hall and dramatically started walking. As you laughed, you never realized how silly and playful Jordan was. It was almost like he was an overgrown child. “Don’t do anything creepy!” You called after him.

“Oh no, you’ve foiled my plans!” He returned sarcastically.

“I’m just saying,” You said, “Normally, strangers don’t just go roaming through people’s houses and - Are you singing?”

Jordan’s voice got closer as you chewed on a piece of bacon. You sat confused, jokingly asking him if he was going to serenade you. “I don’t think you need me to do that.” He responded.

“How are you singing and talking at the-”

Much to your despair, Jordan was standing in the doorway with your portable speaker in hand, a smirk on his face and his EP playing from the device. You slapped your hand onto your face as you groaned. “This is so embarrassing.”

“I appreciate the support, really.”

“Don’t make fun of me!” You defended as you went to retrieve the speaker from him. He held it high above you head, laughing as you reached for it. “I was really excited, okay?” You whined.

“Of course.” He grinned. “I just think we should take a moment-”

“Jordan, give me that speaker!”

“And appreciate how well the universe did-”

“I will tackle you, Fisher.”

“Putting this day together - Oomph!”

He hadn’t thought that you were serious when you said you would tackle him. You landed on top of him with a grin on your face as you retrieved the device. You sat up, one leg on either side of Jordan’s waist, and turned off the music with a cheer, “Victory is mine!”

After the laughter died down, you were both painfully aware of your position on the floor. You gasped as you stood up and offered your hand to him, which he graciously declined due to his sweaty palms. “I am so sorry. I didn’t mean to, uh. You know.”

“Yeah!” He stuttered. “I totally get it. You weren’t trying to.”

You both stood awkwardly in front of each other, nervously chuckling over your physical encounter. Jordan didn’t know what got into him though. He didn’t know if it was the innocent look in your eye or the way you nervously bit your lip to refrain from saying something stupid, but he had to do something. Just to make sure he wasn’t dreaming.

“Do you, uh,” He started. “Do you mind if I try something real quick?”

“I guess not.”

That was all he needed to cup your cheeks in his hands and press a soft, sweet kiss to your lips. Before the kiss could go any further, he pulled away with a smile on his face, “Yup, you’re the one.”

You were confused, but the grin on your lips didn’t show it. “What?”

“My mother always said I’d know the girl of my dreams when I kiss her.” He breathed. “I just kissed her.” You giggled as he pecked your lips again and again. Your stomach was so filled with butterflies, you barely registered that you’d mindlessly agreed to go to dinner with him between kisses. When he finally pulled away, you narrowed your eyes at him playfully.

“Was that a pick up line?”

“It was good, wasn’t it?”

Reasons why I think people ship Syndisparklez part 2:

Part 1 here

1. Reactions to the first kiss:

- Jordan’s reaction included noises that sound like he didn’t think he’d like it and then it was surprisingly pleasing (at 15:05, the link already has the time built in): https://youtu.be/4MooEz_scbU?t=15m5s

Also here’s the excerpt: http://communitymc.tumblr.com/post/141797412040/were-you-sober-when-you-kissed-tom

Another important thing is that Jordan said he wasn’t drunk, which made us realize that it was a lot more consensual then we thought in the first place (yes, there were posts talking about how the whole thing was problematic and people wrote fics about how Jordan was so drunk he couldn’t even stand up. So knowing he was fairly sober made me and a lot of people feel much better about the whole situation). Also Tom said he didn’t have a hangover, which made us believe he wasn’t really drunk either (https://youtu.be/B4Dm6pqd5Kc?t=3m46s - at 3:46).

- Tom’s reaction was that he really liked it: http://communitymc.tumblr.com/post/142711271111/did-i-enjoy-kissing-jordan

2. New York:

- Unfortunately those who missed the livestream probably won’t ever see all the Syndisparklez moments that happened that night. The audio was terrible (I mean seriously, the organizers of the event were really unprofessional) so Jordan decided not to upload his stream even though he had better audio than Tom. 

Tom did upload his: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6MqO_NHAN4c (there’s also a part 1 that’s only 24 minutes long cause his stream crashed, I don’t remember if there are Syndisparklez moments in there, you’re welcome to check), but just beware of really bad audio quality, you can barely hear him and Jordan even less. The bummer is that on Jordan’s stream you could hear both of them but he didn’t upload it. If anyone recorded the stream that night, could you please let us know?

- But there’s one screenshot I took at the end (which isn’t on Tom’s stream but was on Jordan’s) where Tom couldn’t hold back any longer and tickled Jordan’s shoulder:

Screenshots of the tickle that smorescake took (at least I think so; it was posted on their blog): http://communitymc.tumblr.com/post/143027807783/smorescake-i-dont-know-what-to-say

- Tom’s vlog of the day they spent together at New York is full of Syndisparklez stuff: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZexIlKh5RZs&t=382s

Video highlights of the vlog:

Look at his pants, they’re ridiculous: http://communitymc.tumblr.com/post/143069785835/look-at-his-pants-theyre-ridiculous

This is the most romantic walk to the toilet: http://communitymc.tumblr.com/post/143069962394/this-is-the-most-romantic-walk-to-the-toilet

Other highlights: 

  •  I love you to pieces:
    Tom: Jordan listen, listen, listen alright? I love you to pieces…
    Jordan: By the way…
    Tom: No green shorts, but… *zooms in on Jordan’s ‘shoes’*
    Jordan: What are thoooose?
    Tom: *What* *are* those*? I’m not even doing the ‘what are those’. I’m genuinely asking. Are they loafers?
    Jordan: I don’t know what you call them.
    Tom: Loafers. You’re a loaf of bread.
  • Tom searching desperately for Jordan cause he loses sight of him for a second.
  • Tom zooming in way too close on Jordan’s face quite a few times.

3. Conventions in June 2016:

- Tom texted Jordan while drunk asking him to loan his house for a party (2:27): https://youtu.be/V7YsgJKkT1Y?t=2m27s

  • Tom: Hey, if I did ever do it I’d give you buttery nipples all night long.
    Jordan: Mmmmm, oh that’s…
    Tom: In a sexual term.
    Jordan: That’s more tempting.

- He asked Jordan to give him a return kiss and looked really bummed out when Jordan backed out and walked away (6:14): https://youtu.be/xuuvBLRwg6Q?t=6m14s

Excerpt instead of whole video: http://communitymc.tumblr.com/post/146461823225/do-i-get-a-kiss-now-you-gotta-return-the-favour

  • Tom: sneaks up behind Jordan with his phone recording so Jordan sees the phone right in front of his face before he sees Tom
    Jordan: Oh! Hi!
    Tom: laughs
    Jordan: That was abrupt.
    Tom: Do I get a kiss now? turns his cheek to Jordan You gotta return the favor. taps his cheek
    Jordan: stares at the camera awkwardly
    Tom: Jor… looking dejected
    Person behind camera: Ooh, ooh…
    Jordan: opens mouth as if to say something, still looking really awkward, then closes his mouth and backs right out of the frame and walks away
    Tom: walks forward looking really sad

4. Pokemon GO:

- Highlights from the Pokemon GO adventures that Jordan and Tom had with their friends:

5. THE SECOND KISS:

Tom comes back to Los Angeles and Jordan stars in two of his vlogs. In them they both act like boyfriends.

Highlights from the first video (https://youtu.be/Ri59_jeVwNo):

  • Tom: (sees Mclaren) Oh my gosh Jordan you fucking sexual man!
    Tom: Can I have your baby?
    Jordan: Um if you want…
    Tom: Can I have your baby?
    Jordan: I know a lot of…
    Tom: Dude we’ve already been shipped. We’ve already been shipped!
    Jordan: A lot of people on tumblr would love that.
    Tom: Yeah, can we have babies then? (Jordan: ye, yeah) Can I have your babies (Jordan: yeah) and can this (points at Mclaren) be my, be my present to be your husband? (Jordan grins and nods: yeah)
    Miniladd: Can I be in the background to make weird faces again?
    Tom: God you shit! (I think? I didn’t hear it well)

    (conversation copied from my post on my main blog: https://ineharnia.tumblr.com/post/156368985946/from-toms-video-happy-birthday-surprise)

  • They act soft around each other.
  • Jordan grinning when Tom points the camera at him and then laughing in happiness at the grin: https://ineharnia.tumblr.com/post/156550993956/this-is-my-first-gif
  • Tom has visible hickeys at the end of the video:

Highlights from the second video (https://youtu.be/36U_dqRgQj0?t=9m49s - 9:49, before that he goes iceskating with other people):

Bonus stuff:

- Twitter since December:

‘Get a cleaner side shave and I’d fuck you (no homo)’ - https://twitter.com/CaptainSparklez/status/809852523481706497

‘You look like Dwayne Johnson’ - https://twitter.com/CaptainSparklez/status/810164150294970368

‘I’d love to skeet with you’ - https://twitter.com/CaptainSparklez/status/816402931666731008

‘Will gladly compare dick sizes’ - https://twitter.com/CaptainSparklez/status/819390353547534337

‘Thanks bae’ - https://twitter.com/CaptainSparklez/status/821625510493061121

‘Date night *smirk*’ - https://twitter.com/CaptainSparklez/status/823792024159600640

*kisses pp better* - https://twitter.com/CaptainSparklez/status/829502423945277440

pp kissing ship support - https://twitter.com/CaptainSparklez/status/829549890736762880

‘Will you be my valentine?’ - https://twitter.com/CaptainSparklez/status/831562841639444480

- Tom feeling Jordan’s abs: http://communitymc.tumblr.com/post/139819733580/tom-feeling-jordans-abs-enough-said

- Tom kissing other men (plus being extremely flirty and making gay jokes - not the homophobic kind - throughout the videos):

https://youtu.be/HWutpsDEkVU?t=17m16s

https://youtu.be/zGfhLFxx-zA?t=5m58s

Also here’s a playlist I made of all the Syndisparklez vlogs: https://www.youtube.com/playlist?list=PLefkFsq32NceWkxW_efhhyzOHcemOU1nd

Torn Part 9

Originally posted by minervra

Originally posted by unconditionalloveandunicornspawn

Prompt: You’re Parrish’s girlfriend and you catch him getting way too close to Lydia. (whoops)

Pairing: Jordan Parrish x Reader , Lydia Martin x Jordan Parrish

Parts

1 - 2 - 3 - 4 - 5 - 6 - 7 - 8

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Lucky Us: The Soundtrack

It took quite a bit of listening and some arguing with myself (and some trying to remember songs I may have forgotten) but HERE IT IS. A soundtrack for Lucky Us! Thanks to everyone who sent suggestions, and I hope you enjoy it. Please clicky the song title to open the video, yada yada.

Note: The following songs are presented in chronological order. Progression of feelings and all that jazz.

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Help Me Get The Girl Part 5 (Grayson Mini-Series)

Description: Grayson seeks out your help to get your friend to fall for him.  In exchange for your help, Grayson promises to take care of your freshman brother when it comes to being bullied.  What you two didn’t know is that even though helping each other would ideally be beneficial, there would be a series of events that would make you two question whether this was a good deal or a disaster in the making.

Word Count: 2,474

Warnings: Language

A/N: Hi! It took me forever to finish this because I knew where I wanted to go, I just wasn’t sure of how to get there!  Luckily I got where I needed to go and this is where everything is truly going to start taking off.  I hope you enjoy it!

Your POV:

I was dreading the next day, knowing that Grayson and I were going to have to face each other.  I had stayed up on the phone with Ethan, crying over something I couldn’t understand, and he never asked me to explain; he comforted me and listened to my hiccups through each sob.

My car was full functioning now so I was able to bring Theo and I to school for the first time in weeks.  When Theo jumped out of the car he was instantly called over by a boy and girl that I had never seen before.  He beamed at them, his hand waving back and forth in the air.  He turned to me and smiled before jogging off to join them. It was nice to know that he had found friends to hang out with, but I was a little disappointed that he didn’t tell me about them.  Theo and I had a very open relationship; we always told each other everything.

Walking past them still smiling, I made my way into the school.  It was a bit odd because Grace was usually waiting for me right outside the door, but this time she was nowhere to be found.  Shrugging it off, I headed through the doors and straight to my locker.  Grace wasn’t there either so I was starting to wonder if she stayed at home.  Grace would normally let me know when she was staying home, so to me this whole situation was odd.

I whipped my backpack so that it was now resting against the front of my body. My hand was fishing through it for my phone when a burst of laughter from two familiar voices caught my attention. My eyes instantly snapped up to find Grayson and Grace walking in my direction.  Her arm was wrapped through his, her fingers dancing against his skin. His eyes were trained on her with admiration, the most genuine smile spread across his face.  Who knew that after mentioning him once she would hop on the Grayson train and become the conductor.

The pulled to a stop at my locker, still looking into each other’s eyes.  It was not cute and was super annoying.  I stood there waiting for them to say something, do something, or at least look at me.  It was like I was watching some cheesy chick-flick that was in the $3 bin at Walmart.

“Do you guys need something?” I snapped them from their dream world.  I had been in the school for all of 2 minutes and I was already irritable.

Grace giggled, “Sorry, we came to say hi but Grayson told me about your freak out at the pond in the forest and his interpretation of you was hilarious.”

I opened the filing cabinet in my brain, trying to find what she was talking about.  I didn’t remember freaking out at the pond.  If he’s referring to being splashed, that wasn’t a freak out.

“What freak out?” I questioned.

Grace unhooked herself from Grayson, “Don’t touch me!  I don’t want you to touch me!” she mocked.  “Since when do you do that?  It’s Grayson, what did you think he was going to do?” she laughed. I could tell that she wasn’t trying to be mean.  It was Grace; we laughed about stuff like this all the time.  But, this time it was different.  I was embarrassed and couldn’t even look Gray in the eye.  He didn’t know why I behaved like that, but I didn’t appreciate him making fun of me just to impress her.

I faked a smile, my lips tight in frustration, “Yeah, I don’t know what happened. I drifted off into LaLa Land or something.” I put my backpack in my locker, pulling out the books that I would need for class.  “Anyway, I have to get to class.  Have you seen Ethan?  We usually walk together.”

Grayson’s smile faltered, slowly morphing into a flat lined face, “He stopped into Ms. Evan’s classroom to talk to her about extra credit.”

“Thanks, Gray.” I muttered as I tried to pass them.

“Hey,” he gently grabbed my arm.  “We still need to talk.” He whispered.

I raised my eyebrows, “Then talk.” My petty ass was over the day already and just wanted to get away from these two love birds.

“You know we can’t right now.” He growled, leaning in closer to me.

“Then find me later.  I’m going to class.” With that I walked away, my focus on finding Ethan and hiding my face for the rest of the day.

I made my way to Ms. Evan’s room, but I found myself being stopped by the person I cared for least in this world…

Jordan Kooser.

Jordan Kooser who has been catcalling me since I was 15.

Jordan Kooser who has asked me out on a date 25 times.

Jordan Kooser who sent me an unwanted dick pic.

Jordan Kooser who Grayson thought I lost my virginity to.

Jordan Kooser who was the biggest egotistical maniac you will ever meet.

“Hey, Y/n.  Looking hot as usual.” He put his arm across me, placing it against the lockers so that I couldn’t continue to walk.  “You’d look even better with me on your side.”

I sighed, my face turning away from him, “I don’t know about that, Jordan.”

“Look, baby, just one date.  You, me, tonight—the movies.” He licked his lower lip before bringing it between his teeth, trying to seduce me.

“Jordan, we’ve been through this before, I’m not interested.  Sorry.” I tried to move around him only to have him step in my path.

He let out a sadistic chuckle, “I don’t think you understand,” he leaned in closer, “I’m done chasing after you like a puppy, I’m taking what I want, now. You and I are going to the movies tonight.  Got it?”

“No.” I deadpanned.  “I’m not going anywhere with you.  It’s not my fault that you can’t take a hint.  Now get out of my way before I kick you in the balls.”  I kept eye contact with him the whole time I spoke. No one, and I mean no one was going to try to control me.

“Listen here…”

“She doesn’t want your pencil dick, Kooser.  Move along!” Ethan’s voice rang out.  He hooked his arm around my shoulders and began to guide me away from him. “Go stare at yourself in the mirror some more pretty boy.  Y/n and I are going to go make out in the janitor’s closet.”

I hid my red cheeked face into his shoulder trying to stifle a laugh.  He squeezed me closer as he continued to walk us towards our English class.  As sure as I was that I would have gotten out of that situation damage free as I usually do, I was happy that Ethan was there to help me out.  Kooser always managed to backdown when Ethan was around.  And though Ethan was smaller than him Jordan was still a bit intimidated by him.

“Thanks, E.” I said as we entered the classroom, taking our seats that were right inside the door.

“Anytime.  Kooser is a creep and needs to learn when he’s not wanted.” He explained. “Oh!  By the way, Gray and I are having a get together tonight so it’s expected that you come.”

I rolled my eyes, “Every time you say you’re having a get together, it’s a party. I’m not dealing with a party on a school night.”

“It’s not a party, I promise.” He held his hands up.  My face mimicked his, sarcasm nearly seeping through my skin. “It’s not!  It’s just a gathering.”

Sure, Ethan… a gathering.


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For the first time ever, Ethan didn’t lie.  There were only a few of us at their place sitting around the fire pit. Grace and I were sat next to each other, across from us Carter Tenpa (a friend of Gray and E’s) and his girlfriend Erika Clark.  Grayson and Ethan were inside getting drinks with the help of Logan who was in our English class with us.

Needing to use the restroom, I dismissed myself right as Ethan and Logan were returning with our drinks.  Ethan offered to set mine next to my spot so that I had it when came back out.  Seeing Grayson still at the kitchen counter gathering a few things, I tried my best to move through the house quietly to remain unseen.

“Y/n!” he called out to me.  It was like he had a sixth sense because I was quiet as a mouse.

“Grayson!” I called back a bit to cheery.  I immediately mentally scolded myself for being so obvious.  “How are you?”  my voice was a bit shaky.

“You would know if you hadn’t avoided me all day.” He glared at me.

“I wasn’t avoiding you.” I lied.

Bothered, his face was expressionless, showing me that he could read me like a book.  “You were avoiding me.  We need to talk.  Not only about the Grace situation, but also about what’s going through your head.”

“Can’t.  Going to the bathroom.” I started to walk away.

“Meet me in my room after.” He demanded, his voice full of authority.

“Fine!  Gosh!” I shouted like a child as I walked up the stairs to use the restroom conveniently located across from his bedroom.

I took my sweet time going to the restroom even though I was done within a minute.  I stretched out washing my hands for 3 minutes like the professional procrastinator that I am.  Once I finally decided that I needed to face him, I exited the restroom and went straight into his room.

He was sitting on his bed with his phone in his hands.  I leaned against the doorframe, not quite willing to enter. His head lifted, his eyes drifting towards me.  He started to stand up, but once I started to move closer to him he sat back down. Hesitantly, I sat next to him on the bed, leaving a few inches between the two of us.

“Forget talking about Grace.  What’s going on with you?” his voice was full of sincerity.  

I huffed, “Nothing’s going on.  I’m just tired.”

“You’re not just tired.” He raised his voice.  “You’re mad at me!  Why are you mad at me?” he stood up, facing me.

“I’m not!”

“Don’t lie to me, Y/n!” he cut me off.  “You’re lying to me and I don’t appreciate it!”

“AND I DON’T APPRECIATE YOU MAKING FUN OF ME FOR WHAT I SAID AT THE POND!” I shouted.

“IT WASN’T A BIG DEAL, Y/N!”

“It is though!” I whispered, trying not to cry.  “You used making fun of me to gain brownie points with her.  That wasn’t part of the deal!”

He threw his arms up, “You’re being sensitive.”

“I may be being sensitive, but does that make it okay?” I asked in disbelief.

His eyes focused on the floor, guilt washing over his face.  Grayson was always one to admit when he made a mistake. This time it took him a bit longer than usual, but he was accepting that what he did was wrong.

“I’m sorry.  I just wanted to make her laugh.  I wanted her to smile because of me and it just kind of came out.  I didn’t mean to hurt you.  I would never purposely hurt you.” He stepped closer to my now standing body.  “I’m sorry that I took your smile away today.”

“Ethan gave me a new one.” I teased, my mood lifting a bit.

He let out a deep sigh, “By the way, I am sorry about that whole situation. I had no right to react like that. I don’t even know why I was mad to be honest.”

“You’re right.  You didn’t.” I stated in return.

“And I apologize.” He sent me a small smile.  That smile could make me melt.  The warmth I experienced at the pond with him started to move through my body again, this time without physical contact.  I instinctively took a step back, my vulnerable heart building up a wall as it did the last time.  “Are you okay?” he stepped forward, causing me to take another step back.

“I’m fine.” I shook my head trying to break myself out of it.  “I’m fine.”

He grabbed my hand, “You seem unsure of that.”

“That’s because I am.” I pulled my shaky hand from his.  “I’m going to head back down.” I told him, but I still didn’t move.  It was like I was frozen in my place.

“Stay, talk to me.  This isn’t the Y/n I know.” He was trying so hard to be gentle with me and all I wanted to do was retreat, retreat, retreat.  As I started to back out of the room, he continued to follow me.  But the further I moved away, the more he slowed down.

“Let’s go join everyone.  Grace is down there!  She’s been talking about this movie she wants to see, maybe tonight you can ask her to go with you!” I started to ramble, wanting to remove myself from the situation.

“Y/n, stop!” he shouted.  “I told you this isn’t about Grace right now!  It’s about you!”

“I don’t care, Grayson!  I want to join everyone else!  Tonight is supposed to be fun not some soap opera.  Quit worrying about my dramatic ass and let’s go have a good time!” I took a deep breath, “Please.”

“I just want you to be happy.” He looked so upset that I just wanted to pull him into my arms and never let go.

“I am happy!  I’m happy because I’m with my friends, and my brother is safe, and my family loves me. I have so many reasons to be happy. You’re reading too into things and it’s making me anxious.  If we could just return to our normal selves—that’d be great.” I pleaded, trying to bring this conversation to a close.

Finally he caved in, “If you’re happy, I’m happy.”

I clapped my hands together, “Then we’re set!  You’re happy, I’m happy, everyone else is happy!  We are a happy bunch of goons!”

He finally let out a laugh, his arms wrapping around me for a hug.  He caught me off guard, but I suppressed my feelings that told me to run away and held it together.  I gave him a quick squeeze and as we pulled back I received the ultimate surprise.

Grayson placed his hands on the sides of my face, pulled me in, and planted a small kiss against my lips.  We both separated wide-eyed, jaws dropped to the floor.

“What the fuck?” I gasped.

“What the fuck?” Grayson asked himself.

“WHAT THE FUCK?” another voice called from behind me.

I didn’t have to turn around to know that it was Ethan Grant Dolan.




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Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

Part 4

Part 6

Preference #16 Stuff he says in bed

Stuff they say during sex:
Bellamy Blake:
“Oh fuck baby. You feel so good.”
“You’re so damn tight princess.”
“So beautiful. So hot. You’re so amazing.”
“Who do you want to fuck you into this bed?!”
John Murphy:
“You take me so beautifully princess.”
“Don’t. Don’t stop princess. Oh shit.”
“You’re so fucking tight. It feels so damn great. Oh my god.”
“You taste fucking great baby.”
Jasper Jordan:
“H-holy shit. That’s so hot. Oh god.”
“I-oh I can’t. I’m not gonna last much longer baby-Fuck.”
“Ah shit. Oh fuck. I’m gonna cum. Cum for me princess.”
“Oh my god I’m so fucking close.”
Monty Green: (he is not vanilla my friends just sayin)
“God you feel so fucking good. I don’t ever remember you being this tight.”
“God babe don’t tease me.”
“You’re so needy. What happens if I tease my poor princess?”
“So damn beautiful when you’re under me.”
Lincoln:
“Let me treat you like the princess you are.”
“You’re so beautiful. So. So beautiful when you’re under me baby.”
“You’re a goddess. Cum for me my goddess.
"Are you sure you’re ready?! I don’t want to hurt you my princess.”
Roan:
“Cum for me my gona.”
“You gonna cum for me or do I need to keep teasing you?”
“Fuck you feel like heaven. Oh. Oh gona. So close.”
“You look so beautiful when you’re bouncing on top of me.”

Masterlist

[Text imagines]

Teen wolf

Aiden Steiner

Stay

I thought we had something (part 1)

i thought we had something (part 2)

Alpha twins

Don’t you dare touch her!

Brett Talbot

Adorkable

Sick

Give me a chance?

Lovers amidst war

Jordan Parrish

Babies and ice cream

Derek Hale

You lost her?!

Scott McCall

I’m sorry,i can’t

Issac Lahey

A Promise

Jackson Whittemore

Shut up and kiss me

The Pack

Too Late

The Youngest

[Bsm/ddm]

Scott McCall ddm reader (A bit of a both)

Derek Hale ddm

Stiles Stilinski ddm   

[Pic/gif imagines]

Nolan Holloway

Him being shy around you

Derek Hale

Helping you study

Getting caught

Getting arrested

Rescuing you

Having a fight

Surprising him

Making him smile genuinely

Him finding out you were killed

Jordan Parrish

Taken in wild hunt

Being a hellhound

Jackson Whittemore

Him loving you instead of Lydia

Hating him first,then understanding and falling in love with him

Marrying him

Aiden Steiner

Him falling for you,sweet shy girl


Grayson Dolan

A Known Stranger 


Twilight

Embry Call

Not yours,never was

[Bsm/Ddm]

You wan go to a party/sleepover

You sneak out to a party


5SOS

He does something girly for you

You/him get mad

You are drunk

One Direction

[Bsm]

You meet 5sos for the first time

  • Booster Gold: I'm gonna go back in time and save Ted!
  • Rip Hunter: Ya but no. You're not allowed
  • Booster: And why not?
  • Rip: You can't change the past
  • Booster: Okay, but me being in the past already changed the future so screw you
  • Rip: Actually you were always in this time. You travelling to the past happens in every possible timeline. You were meant to be here
  • Booster: Alright, so why am I not in any history books or ever mentioned?
  • Rip: Because no one likes you and nobody cares about you
  • Booster: Okay, that makes sense
  • Rip: *internally* It's because you did a damn good job at what you were meant to do dad, I love you please don't be so hard on yourself. You're important and the world doesn't deserve you and I'm very proud to be your son.
  • Rip: Damn straight it makes sense now go save Hal Jordan as a baby even though he hates you and will never respect you

anonymous asked:

13. “I lost our baby.” with jordan parrish (but in a funny way, like loosing the baby in the shopping mall or so :D)

Jordan Parrish - “I lost our baby”

“Jordan…” You stared at the shopping bag in your left hand and then you stared at your empty right hand. Panic was racing through your veins and your chest was moving up and down, even though you didn’t seem to get as much oxygen as you actually needed.

“What’s wrong, honey?” He smiled at you, but you couldn’t bring yourself to smile back at him.

Your eyes were still staring at your empty right hand. Only a couple of minutes ago your fingers had been entwined with those small and tiny little fingers. Only a few seconds ago you had told your son that his father would return any second now. But now your hand was empty. Just empty. “He’s gone…” You held your breath and looked up, scanning the crowd. “He’s gone…” You swallowed a few times. “I lost our baby…”

Jordan placed his hands on your shoulders and he locked his glance with yours. “Don’t worry. We’ll find him. I promise.” He licked his lips and you shook your head while the tears rolled down your cheeks.

“This mall is huge! He can be anywhere!” You were almost screaming and around you people were turning their heads. You could see the judgement in their eyes. You could see the frowned and raised eyebrows. You could hear the whispers of the mothers and fathers around you, wondering how someone could lose a child, their child.

“We’ll find him.” Jordan nodded at you and then he squeezed your shoulders once more. “He’s not even two years old. He can’t be that far away.”

You took a deep breath. You weren’t too sure about that. You had seen him running through the living room. You had seen how quickly he could get somewhere or could grab something. You knew how even the smallest distraction and one second of not paying attention could change everything.

Maybe he was only two years old, but he was quicker than water and fascinated by even the smallest and barely noticeable things.

“Come with me.” Jordan grabbed your hand and he started to make his way through the crowd. He kept his eyes on the ground and you did the same, but no matter how many children you passed, not one of them was your son. Jordan eventually stood still in front of the counter. “Excuse me, miss?” He smiled a calm smile and you wondered why he was not panicking right now. Why wasn’t he even thinking about the possibility that something had happened? Why wasn’t he even wondering if maybe someone had taken him? “We lost our son. He’s two years old and he’s wearing a Disney shirt. He’s called Devon and he’s wearing a plastic sheriff pin on his chest.”

“We will make an announcement for you, Sir.” The lady behind the counter smiled politely and Jordan squeezed your hand. “Attention, attention…”

You could barely focus on the announcement. A thousand ideas, fears and worries were going through your mind and you were sweating all over your body. You should have held his hand tighter. Maybe you shouldn’t have allowed him to walk at all. Maybe you should have put him in the carrier. Maybe you should have bought one of those leashes, even though you had been so against them. Everything was better than the horrible feeling you were feeling right now because you had lost him.

“Mommy!”

You looked up when you heard a small sharp voice and you let out a relieved sigh when you saw Devon in the arms of a stranger. “Devon! There you are! Where have you been?” You pulled your hand back and wrapped your arms around your baby boy to press him to your chest.

“Dog!”

“Did you see a dog?” You forced yourself to smile and you pressed at least ten kisses to Devon’s forehead.

“You can’t just let mommy’s hand go to pet a dog!” Jordan wrapped his arms around the two of you, a bright smile on his face. “Come, I’ll get the two of you ice cream.”

“O yes, of course, let’s reward him for running away.” You rolled your eyes, but once again you tightened your grip around the little boy in your arms.

“He didn’t run away. He saw a dog.” Jordan pressed a soft kiss on your head.

“I know who’s holding his hand the next time we go to the mall.”