look at them being all gorgeous and stuff!

prince-leorio  asked:

i loved your fic!! please tell me more klance things that make you weak 👀. if you don't mind of course!

ahhhhh okay my dude i’m sorry this took me a while 2 answer - it’s not bc i didn’t see it, it’s bc i wanted to give it the Meticulous Consideration™ it deserved jkgddsgjg ANYWAY here’s my attempt at sharing things that are My Jam  👀 👀 👀

  • ok so like the #1 Best Klance Thing imo is their relationship progressing from Just Physical to being full of E M O T I O N S, this is in both the fics i have written bc i just LOVE IT SO MUCH.
    • the tension of the rivalry develops into “oh shit he’s hot” unresolved sexual tension, so they start messing around, almost pissed at the other for being so fucking pretty and putting me through this hell – it’s a bit rough, a bit messy, all that good stuff. they look at each other and just want to s c r e a m, because why is my heart exploding from seeing this loser and his stupid perfect face and gorgeous eyes and–
    • –and then the gay feelings start hitting them both in earnest. none of them want to say anything because they are both insecure about themselves and where they stand, so they just… pine and pine after one another, trying to express what they feel in the moments when they get to have the other in their arms
    • keith kissing lance uncharacteristically soft, so he can breathe him in a few seconds longer; lance running his fingers through keith’s hair or over his skin, just marveling at him, at every detail; those small, tender moments that they think is all they’re ever going to get.
    • but then, eventually, one of them won’t be able to take it anymore and a confession will just slip
    • if it’s lance it will be soft and gentle and earnest, because he thinks about things, turning every scenario over in his mind ahead of time, and finally decides he just has to say what he feels even though he’s so nervous he thinks he’s about to faint. if it’s keith it’ll be more impulsive: it’ll come out when he least expects it, whenever he starts getting emotional, because eventually all the feelings he’s bottled up will come spilling out of him all at once
    • of course its mutual. this is where it REALLY gets soft and gay, and lance will inevitably say something dumb and keith will hit him and then kiss the stupid smile off his adorable face
    • (sdjglksjdg i feel like i just summarized my multichap fic but i mean… i wrote it like that for a reason :’’)))) )
  • insecurity & jealousy that get resolved in the end have always been a lovely trope and it works so well for klance i just… its truly amazing
    • lance, of course, has this inferiority complex toward keith because keith is just Good At Everything, and he has this cool aloof vibe that lance envies – he’s always been the goofy class-clown type, and lowkey wished he could be the Hero from all the dorky movies we all know he definitely watches, and keith just embodies all of this to him.
    • keith meanwhile thinks lance is absolutely radiant. it’s not necessarily that he wishes he could be like him, because keith has his own way of understanding the world and doesn’t feel the need to change that. but he wonders how a person can have such a glow, making everyone around them laugh, enrapturing the room, existing so naturally, so easily. it’s the opposite of everything keith is, and it blows him away, it makes his heart Ache.
    • and when they come together, they start to realize that they can both be so much more that way. lance is keith’s #1 fan and supporter, bc he admires him so much and believes in him no matter what, even after discovering that he is a Known Dork and awkward cutie. meanwhile keith will hold lance up whenever he starts feeling insecure, or like he’s not enough, because he’s seen lance from the outside: he’s seen that light he has, and it never fails to make him feel warm, and he is going to make sure lance knows just how wonderful he is.
  • and then, as boyfriends, still being able to compete about everything because it’s in both their personalities – but it’s Good and Playful and tbh they probably end up competing to see who is the better kisser bc they both have poorly veiled ulterior motives and, well, it is up 2 u from there  ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

this got really long and i’m tired so it’s probably incoherent,,, but i hope it’s what u wanted!! and thank u for reading my fic and sending me a message, it truly made my day <3

Paid to be Popular ~ Pt. 5

Title: Paid to be Popular ~ Pt. 5

Requested: The idea came from this amazing person!

Pairing: No one yet. But you can give me your opinion.


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Summary: When Calum, Michael and Ashton are offered 5000$ to get the nerdy Luke to be popular, there was no way to deny. And who knows, maybe one of them will mingle with the gorgeous Y/N?

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Luke was standing on the pavement beside the school, waiting for someone when Y/N ran across the lot and up to him. He turned his head with raised eyebrows but tried to pull off the excitement of Y/N being near.

“What’s up?” He asked, scratching his neck and gazing at the ground.

“Not much. I’m going to the coffee shop with Michael, I think.” Y/N replied as if it wasn’t a big deal but Luke’s head flew up, looking at Y/N with big eyes. Again, he tried to be calm when he talked to her, but sometimes it didn’t work.

“Uh, well, congrats on getting a date with the school’s ‘bad boy’,” Luke mumbled with a sad smile on his face. Y/N’s eyes widen as she shook her head rapidly, knowing that she would never date Michael.

“Oh no, it’s not a date. I don’t… I don’t really like ‘bad boys’,” Y/N replied with her hands behind her back, “Who’re you waiting for, anyway?”

“My brother,” Luke answered shortly, ashamed of the small mishap but also kind of relieved. He made it sound like he was desperate for her, but knowing that she didn’t go for bad boys made his stomach calm down a bit.

“Y/N!” Michael yelled from behind before Y/N could answer. Luke and Y/N both turned their heads towards the hurried voice and observed a rushed Michael jogging towards them. He stopped beside her and took a glimpse at Luke, just about to say something mean when he remembered the deal between Ashton and Calum. Today wasn’t just a normal day with Y/N, no, Michael was supposed to convince her to date Luke and he knew that would be hard.

“Am I interrupting?” He asked, standing closer to Y/N so he could smell her floral perfume. She didn’t seem uncomfortable with Michael so close to her, so he didn’t move despite the evil glances from Luke.

“No, let’s go. The local coffee shop?” She asked firmly as she stared at Michael with an emotionless face. Michael nodded, almost being scared of her now.

“Talk to you later, Luke,” she murmured and gave Luke a small pat on the shoulder. God, she gave him a pat, could he be anymore friend-zoned?

Michael and Y/N walked side by side down the sidewalk in silence. The sounds of the busses and rushed students slowly disappeared, making the silence quieter and quieter.

“Luke’s a nice guy, huh? He’s gonna be on the first team, isn’t he?” Michael asked, his accent thicker than usual. He walked slowly with his hands in his pockets and gazing at the ground.

“Yeah, he is. He’s definitely nicer than you.” Y/N answered with chin held high. She didn’t really want to be there and when she had that kind of emotions, she showed them. Michael’s eyes flew up to her, observing her as she walked faster and faster.

“Why don’t you like me, Y/N?” Michael asked, but she just shrugged and tried to walk faster. He jogged up to her side and grabbed her shoulder to make her stop. “Why?”

“Let’s see…” she held a short break before her ramble began, “You beat up kids, you never attend the things you’re supposed to attend, you try to be a ‘bad boy’ so hard, you think you’re the most important person alive and yet, you still believe you have a chance with me, Mike! You are not a good person!”

Damn. Michael let his hand fall from her shoulder as her words hit him, making him take a couple steps back. Y/N was breathing heavily, obviously surprised by her sudden bitchy attitude, too. Michael sighed heavily, not knowing what to say.

“Sorry,” he murmured as she blew a strand of hair away from her face, “I swear, I am trying so hard to be a better person… Please don’t hate me.”

Somehow, Michael didn’t think much about the really awful confessions, just that Y/N hated him and that was the last thing he wanted. If he could just be friends with her, he would consider himself the luckiest human being on the planet.

“I can’t hate you. Not recently,” she answered and started walking in a slow tempo, “You’ve been too nice to people. Agh, but I want to hate you so bad, Clifford!”

Michael chuckled as he let out a deep breath. Y/N didn’t hate him. She didn’t like him either, but there was a big difference between disliking and hating.

The local coffee shop were where everybody hung out. It was close to the school and all the student knew the owner well after so many years. It was a cozy café with poorly made coffee and amazing cheesecakes. Normally, you would sit outside in the Australian sun, but today Michael made sure to get the Corner. The Corner was pretty much a couch with holes in it and a broken, small coffee table, but people always fought about that seat. Michael threw himself onto the couch as Y/N sat down beside him in a more calmly way, both putting away their bags. A few from the school was sitting by the window, glancing at Y/N and Michael with curious eyes. Then they would return and whisper something to each other.

“People are looking,” Y/N whispered as Michael sat up straight.

“Yeah, because people have eyes.” Michael answered with a smirk. Y/N didn’t laugh, just smile at the small comment. The students by the window could think what they wanted to think, because Y/N and Michael knew exactly what was happening. Well, sort of. Michael had the scene with Calum and Ashton playing repeatedly in his mind. Them saying how he had to convince Y/N to date Luke. God, it was awful. He didn’t want to convince her to date Luke, he wanted to convince her to date him!

“So, why aren’t you dating anybody? Asking for a friend.” Michael hurried to say before Y/N took her assumptions because he knew she would never date him and that was just the way it was. She chuckled and watched the server come across their table. They both ordered fast and returned to the question.

“I don’t know. There’s just not any guys,” she shrugged and turned towards Michael, “What about you?”

“Let’s not go into details about my love life,” Michael hurried to say, making Y/N chuckle before rolling her eyes, “It can’t be true that there isn’t any interests of yours.”

“Well,” she responded with a smile, “there’s interests, but not direct crushes, yknow.”

Michael looked very delightful by his little discovery and found himself enjoying the game more and more. Maybe he was never in love with her. Maybe it was all an illusion.

“Is it Luke?” Michael asked, hoping that it was. He turned around on the couch and put an arm on it. Y/N threw her head back in a small laugh as she shook her head slightly.

“No, it’s not Luke,” she stated and smiled all over her face as the server came with the food and the coffee. “I can’t really tell you who it is.”

“Why?” Michael asked confused as she took a piece of her cake.

“Because you’ll tell him!”

“So it’s a him!” Michael yelled aloud, making Y/N snort and nod. No matter what, she was enjoying the game too. “Come on, I won’t tell anybody, Y/N. I’ve changed, remember?”

Y/N sighed, “He’s your best friend, Mike.”

It was slowly getting clearer. Of course, it was. How could it not? Michael couldn’t help but fill with anger. Calum was not allowed to get such an amazing person with a beautiful soul in his hands.

“Cal?” Michael whispered, as she took a slurp of her coffee and nodded a little. He exhaled deeply, not happy about it. He knew what he could do - tell her the truth about him or let it slide.

“It’s just, he’s a really nice guy, yknow? I don’t know why it’s him and not anybody else, but recently there’s been this connection between us and…”

She kept on rambling about Calum as Michael sat in his own thoughts. He had to tell her. Calum wasn’t not the nice guy she thought he was.

A/N: What do you think? What’s Calum’s secrets?? Ahh, I would love-love-love to hear your thoughts!

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Everyone Needs Comfort (Bucky Barnes X Reader)

I got this story based off this request,

“the reader and bucky live in the avengers tower and tony has to check bucky’s arm (check for a kill switch, clean it, fix it up) and bucky gets scared cause hydra would do everything to him painfully and without anesthetics so the reader stays with him the whole procedure to calm him down” this is a prompt i saw somewhere else but id super love this!!

Y/N - your name

You and Bucky became best friends as soon as he walked into the tower, although it did take a little bit of prying to get him to open up to you. None the less, you made it happen and you loved the soldier to death. He was like your older, but also younger brother all at the same time.

A few weeks before he showed up you were the new person so you knew how it felt to feel alone in the large tower. That is a big reason why you took the soldier in under your wing. Who else would help him when he got lost? Or help him get Tony back after he pulled a newbie prank on him? Or help him get off the magnets that Natasha and Clint had stuck to his metal arm? You just didn’t want Bucky to feel the way you did your first few weeks in the tower, alone.

The first few weeks of his being in the tower were perfect, or as close as it could come. The two of you would go for walks in Central Park and laugh and have a good time, and if someone stared at his silver arm you would both walk up to them and Buck would say,

“So, I see you were staring at my arm. Do you have any questions about it, or were you just being rude, cupcake?”

That simple question usually had your victim terrified and nervous. They always replied with a shaky “No” and hurry away. The rest of the day you and Bucky would laugh, but then that night feel terrible about it.

Everything was great. The two are you would mess around and Steve would join you guys on occasion when he wasn’t on a mission. The three of you got so close you were practically inseparable. You didn’t realize how close you were to Bucky until one day.

You were sitting in your bedroom reading a book you had gotten from the tower library earlier, when you heard someone called for you.

“Miss Y/L/N, Mr. Stark is calling for you in the lab.”

“Thank you FRIDAY. Do you know what he wants?”

You say placing a bookmark in your book and placing it on your nightstand.

“Sorry, no idea.”

You padded your way to the lab, not before stopping in the kitchen and grabbing a thing of Oreos.

Walking into the chrome lab, you say two very unusual sights. Bucky looked as though he was in serious disparity, and Tony had a look that was a combination of nervousness and annoyance. When you first walked in they didn’t notice you being there, you walked over to the nearest table and gave a little knock to the metal metal surface.

“Hey, kiddo, we need your help with something.”

“Of course, anything. What do I need to do, Tony?

"I am going to let Barnes explain. I am going to leave you guys to a few minutes of privacy.”

You looked to Bucky with a confused look as Tony walked out of the room.

“I need you, Y/N. Steve is not here and I need you. Tony is going to be doing some stuff on my arm and it just scares me. HYDRA would put a mouthguard in my mouth and then torture me. I just can’t go through that anymore.”

You opened your arms, calling him over to you. He jumped off of the table he was perched on and engulfed you in his arms and warm musk.

“Muffin, I will always be there for you. No matter what, and I think you deserve these oreos a little more than me. Good thing I ran the risk of being late to grab this package of heaven.”

You broke free of loving grip to grab the blue package from the table you knocked on earlier, and turned around and handed it to the tall man.

"You always know how to cheer me up, darling.”

The two of you ate Oreos for a few more minutes before Tony came bursting back into the lab.

“So, are we ready to get this party started?”

Bucky glanced over and gave you a look full of worry, you gave him a smile and grabbed his hand before saying,

“As ready as we will ever be.”

You and Bucky walked slowly over to the medical chair Buck would be sitting in. While Bucky was sitting down, Tony grabbed you a spinning desk chair and placed it to the right of where your best friend would be laying. Before Tony walked to the other side of the chair that looked like it belong in a high tech dentist office, he bend down and whispered in your ear,

“Thank you. Without you Bucky said he wouldn’t have let me work on his arm.”

He then paired the sweet sentence with an equally sweet and gentle kiss on the cheek.

“Ok, Bucky. I am just going to take a few plates off and make sure your arm is all in working order, we need you at the top of your game. If at any point it starts to hurt, let Y/N know. We can go get you some anesthetics and help dull down the pain. We don’t want to hurt you.”

Bucky gave a little nod and looked to you.

“It is going to be all right, Muffin. We are not going to let anything bad happen to you. I will be right here the whole time, squeezing your hand. If you don’t want to look at your arm, just keep your gorgeous blue eyes locked on mine. Maybe if you are good we can go get icecream.”

That last sentence got a laugh from Tony and Bucky.

After Tony had gotten all of his tools and stuff together, he began to take plates off of Bucky’s arm. One by one, he took 6 metal plates off of his arm and placed them on the table next to him. You could tell that the sight of his arm being torn apart was starting to make Bucky a little uneasy and nauseous, I need to do something to help distract him, you thought to yourself.

After a few seconds of thinking, you knew exactly what to do. You had both of your hands cover and playing with Bucky’s right hand. You removed your right hand and placed it on his chin, moving his head to face you.

Without any warning, you started to lean in and before you knew it, you were in a gentle kiss with the Winter Soldier himself. You pulled away a few seconds into the kiss and the two of you just stared at each other for a few seconds before the silence was broken.

“You know, I was wondering when this was going to happen. Natasha and Clint own Steve and Me 20 bucks now, thanks love birds.”

With the last few words coming out of Tony’s mouth, he screwed on the final plate and Bucky’s check up was done.

Bucky slowly rose from the chair and pulled you out of yours, engulfing you in another hug and lifting you into the air. Once he lifted you up so you were at eye level, he pulled you into a much deeper kiss. After what felt like forever, he pulled away and mumbled against your hair,

“I love you, darling.”

“I love you too, muffin.”

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I’ve started a post on this a few times since Sunday and think I can finally write a bit without keyboard smashing.  I have had a very bad weekend which made me extremely angry and killed a lot of enthusiasm I had for 2017 plans.  I’m still angry.  

The short:  I found geckos I sold two months ago on a table at Repticon, and the girl was on that table gravid. 

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Tom Hiddleston, our golden boy glowing with joy while holding his well deserved new toy.

This was before the big dark cloud of Internet shittiness had threatened to cover the shiny beams of bliss emanating from his Golden Globes victory. But you know what? Every cloud has a silver lining, so they say, and this one has a huge undeniable silver lining attached to it. Please allow me to explain…

All those dutiful fat-brained keyboard warriors who have never left the comfort of their save homes to travel to war-torn and most definitely unsafes place are now aware that there’s a country called South Sudan out there. Not Sudan, not Africa (not a country btw), but South Sudan, a place deeply in trouble and in need. Of course, that’s a tiny detail to people who only care about bashing everything and anyone that they find imperfect. For them, it must be perfect enough to send the occasional 10 bucks to some charity they heard of because of, guess who, some celeb doing his “white warrior” duty, don’t you think? Oh well, that tiny detail, it is out there now, and all because of one Mr Hiddleston and his clumsy yet authentic and heartfelt speech.

I wonder if, had Tom gone the way of the usual “I dedicate this award to blah blah blah, who does so much blah blah blah. Thanks everyone!”, would he have reached so many people as he has. Probably not. I wonder if Tom himself realizes this. I hope he does. I am almost certain he does. Tom Hiddleston is, after all, an intelligent man. One who, like everyone else, does and says some seriously silly stuff on occasion, some of them funny, some infuriating (at least for some people), all of them completely related to being a person who is not afraid of living his life the way he wants to. Not a Disney prince, people, not a perfect angel, but a man, gorgeous, kind, and superb at his craft. I am proud of being his fan.

For those of you who are so mad about it all: this shit happens all the time and will go away, even though it may not look like it right now. This shit happens specially to A-listers, or people on their way to become one, and be sure, our boy knows it very well.

Hey, Stydia shippers, guess what?

We are lucky enough to have one of the best written ships on television. We have character development, glances, slow-burn, casual touches, gorgeous actors, a wonderful friendship, many great scenes, and a beautiful kiss. We even have a narrative that is clearly being written to end in endgame Stydia.

So. With all that wonderful stuff, there is absolutely no need to tear down other ships/characters to validate our ship. Look at all the proof we have! Our parking has been validated, friends. We are here for a reason. There’s literally no need to reach to another part of fandom and tear it down because we have all this amazing content.

Therefore. Stay in your own lane. Let them enjoy their ships and we will enjoy ours– with positivity. Not hatred. People hate Umbridge because she let her opinions be an excuse to persecute people and then she physically and emotionally tortured them.

We ain’t gonna do that. We better than that. We are BETTER than Umbridge. Go be better and go be positive.

i shouldnt be salty about most homestuck stuff rn, what with it being Karkats wriggling day and the release of Volume 10,

but why do the homestuck shirt contests on welovefine always recommend looking at past or current entries so you can come up with original ideas, and yet more than 50% of contest winners have been godtier beta/alpha kids.