making out with wes perry and friends

  • Aries: All right. Rock, paper, scissors for who has to tell the whore to leave.
  • Taurus: It's a Sunday. I don't move on Sundays.
  • Gemini: I'm glad we're having a rehearsal dinner. I rarely get to practice my meals before I eat them.
  • Cancer: I say more dumb things before 9 a.m. than most people say all day.
  • Leo: Why yes Ross. Pressing my third nipple, it opens the delivery entrance to the magical land of Narnia.
  • Virgo: So it seems like this internet thing is here to stay, huh?
  • Libra: I'm hopeless and awkward and desperate for love.
  • Scorpio: You know, I think I don't care.
  • Sagittarius: Oh, that makes me feel so warm in my hollow tin chest.
  • Capricorn: All right, I took the quiz. And it turns out I do put career before men.
  • Aquarius: I'm not great at the advice. Can I interest you in a sarcastic comment?
  • Pisces: Couldn't we just lose our virginities again? Because I think, actually, mine's growing back.

russianspacegeckosexparty  asked:

Think about Biracial!Steve "catching up on" all the things he's missed, including modern pop culture, namely black culture with Sam's help. The truth is he's a big nerd who's loving every second of immersing himself. "Which one is Felicia?" "Quick question: Why does the black character ALWAYS die?" "Why is Tyler Perry allowed to make movies? I didn't die for this"

Okay but we have to expand on the Tyler Perry thing because I fucking hate him with a passion. We have to talk about how one of the first black movies Steve saw when fresh out of the ice, was a Madea movie and how he was literally disgusted with the entire ordeal. While watching this black man, clown older black women he just kept thinking back to the older black women from back in his day that accepted him when no one else did, all of his mother’s friends were black women, aside from Bucky’s mother. They were all fat, black women, opinionated and wonderful, brave black women whose wisdom never went unnoticed and he cherished them. So fast forward 70 years, he’s sitting with a laptop he’s taught himself how to use, still reflecting on the Battle of New York in a box apartment in Brooklyn, watching this train wreck and fuming

He can’t believe this something being praised and he’s beyond pissed and from then on every time someone mentions Tyler Perry he gets the nastiest side eye. On another note, his favorite era of entertainment is of course the 90s. He glares at white people wearing t-shirts that say, “Bye Felicia.” and basically lives in Sam’s music room, yes he has a music room full of cassettes, CDs, vinyls and more, and immerses himself in old school hip hop and r&b. And because he’s not a purest he also dabbles in a lot of new stuff, he’s a Nicki stan. When Anaconda gets released he’s the first one on instagram rapping along to the lyrics while driving, the video goes viral. He thinks a lot of new music is fun, he’s happy about seeing more black faces being even more creative. He publicly bitches about the tired trope of black people dying in horror movies or getting gross stereotypical roles and was quoted saying, “Well damn, we might as well not be there if we’re dying in 20 minutes.”, that was his review for basically every horror movie ever made. He’s a fan of memes, has made memes of himself, loves all things pop culture because he feels like he has a chance to be present now. He’s here, he’s involved in the world in more ways than just surviving or being used as a prop or being shot at, and he loves it.

so katy perry’s sitting here playing the victim by saying that she “tried to smooth things out and taylor refused to speak to her” as if she wasn’t the one who hired taylor’s dancers out from under her to sabotage taylor’s performance AND date taylor’s emotionally abusive ex-boyfriend while telling the world that he’s not as bad as certain people (i.e. taylor swift) make him out to be. like what do you expect katy perry? you think she’s just gonna answer the phone and be like “oh hey girl! yeah no hard feelings about you STABBING ME IN THE GOD DAMN BACK OF COURSE WE CAN BE BEST FRIENDS!” girl bye.

anonymous asked:

So I'm bi and have still not come out to my parents, despite positive support from friends. My parents have said they are "fine with those gay people as long as they don't try to drag me into it". They have never expressed full on hatred but say thing like, "she became a lesbian now since she's dating a woman after divorcing that man". Or saying that I kissed a girl by Katy Perry makes them uncomfortable. But they always say I can tell them anything and we've always had a great bond but idk

do what makes you comfortable and only that

To thank you guys for supporting us, I wanted to tell you a special story.

I can’t say I’ve ever really been super in-tune with the whole romance/”falling in love” thing. It was something that happened in movies and on tv, or something me and Ferb manufactured for someone else. It was easy to understand when it came to other people, but I never even thought about it for myself. It never really occurred to me that it’d be a part of my life in any direct way.

When I found out about Ferb’s feelings for me, I thought we might as well try it out. And it worked out great! Ferb certainly perked up, and I gotta admit that making out is pretty fun. Sure, there’s the whole “we can’t tell anyone” thing, but I’ve enjoyed it. It’s nice to be so close and intimate with someone who means the world to me. And I guess I thought that was all there was to it.

But then we were taking a walk one day just outside town, and we were talking about all kinds of things - our friends, Perry, inventions, adventures, the infinite reaches of space - and somewhere along the line I must have said something pretty funny, because Ferb just burst out laughing. I was kind of in awe; he laughs often enough, but it’s rare that he really lets go and busts a gut like that. I was watching him and thinking about how great it was, how nice it was to hear, how happy I felt seeing him that way…

And then it hit me like a ton of bricks.

It was like some kind of explosion set off inside my whole body, like I’d just discovered the secrets of the universe all at once. That’s kind of terrifying, you know? Just this huge overwhelming realization of how it all works and always has worked and always will be. I’ve always loved Ferb, he’s my brother, but that day I realized what it means to be in love. 

And it scared the crap out of me.

But when Ferb saw my face, he just cracked up even harder because I must have looked absolutely ridiculous. And then it was like that huge block of emotions just sort of melted over me, and I loved him, and that was it. So I started laughing, too. Next thing I know, we’re leaning against each other for support and gasping for air, and I can’t even remember what I said that was so funny because I love him so much and it’s the most perfect moment in the whole world. 

I still can’t even remember what I said. Pretty sure it was super inappropriate, though. I blame Buford.


Thank you all so much for following and supporting us! Ask Phinferb would be nothing without you! 

anonymous asked:

There is so much shade in the media 🤣🤣 People are tired of her reptilian face. GO KATY PERRY!!

When I was in high school, a friend of mine had a party, but she didn’t invite a girl who we had also been friends with because she hooked up with a guy the other one liked. So, left-out friend decided at the last minute to also have a party just for spite and got her older brother to get a keg, officially making her party better.

This is the same situation only with grown up millionaires.

anonymous asked:

Hi can i get a request of yurio and victor getting outraged and protective of their s/o after witnessing some stranger bully or make racist remarks on them? //pretty much inspired by recent events haha.. im an exchange student and i was with my friends.. some lady pulled at my hair and started yelling saying i shouldnt be here stealing jobs etc. I must have stood out amongst my friends cos im asian. Tough and odd experience but i still love this country

Oh, my god!  。゚・ (>﹏<) ・゚。 First thing, I’m sorry I didn't answer this earlier. Second I totally get what you’re feeling one time I go to the beach and some American said that I should get out of there because I’m making the place dirty since my skin is light tanned. Third thing,  just as Katy Perry said about Donald Trump presidential win, we cannot be silenced and stand up for our rights because everyone deserves the same right and respect as everyone else regardless their nationality, sexuality orientation, among other things. 

Sorry if Yuri was short cause I was short on ideas!

Viktor Nikiforov: 

“That was a delicious meal! Right (Name)?” he tells his partner happily as they were walking back to the hotel after having a nice dinner in a local restaurant.

“Of course!” his lover agreed to him and felt him tighten their interlocked hands in a loving manner.

“I love having moments like this with you.” he commented while looking at them in a loving manner.

They simply smiled and with a loving gaze tells him, “Same Viktor.”

He felt his heart thump faster than it already was, and left his interlocked hands so he can place his arm over to their shoulder and bring them closer to his side. As they reached the building they go to the elevator, once it’s opened they stepped in along with some stranger.

 But Viktor notices that the unknown person was close to his lover and when they are inside they stayed away from them and stay close to the wall.However, the thing that he was annoyed about this person was the disgusting face they had when they saw his beloved. But the next thing they do went Viktor go to beast mode.

“People like them should all die.” they mumbled with a pleasing tone, after taking another glance at his significant other.

In a fast motion, Viktor softly pushed his lover behind and once he is in front of the stranger, he slams hard his hand next to his face with an angry expression and evil eyes glaring at them making the person scared cause of his face.

With an evil grin, he leans on their ear and whispered:“It’s better, be the first and the last time you make a racist comment on my partner, or else this hand will be slammed on your face with no mercy.”

He leans back to see the person shaking in fear, “Are we clear?” he questioned at them.The person nods rapidly and hearing the door opened they run for their lives. 

He looks at his lover and cups their face in a loving manner, “Don’t worry my love nobody will hurt you when I’m next to you.” he tells them and kisses their nose.

Yuri Plisetsky:

“Do you like the lunch that my Grandfather made?” he asks with a happy tone to his lover, as they walked with their hands interlocked while walking through the park. 

They looked at him with a smile and nods, “Of course, it was so good!” his lover commented making his heart go wild.

“Glad to know!” he added with a kind smile and looks around the park to see an ice cream vendor and looks at his partner. “Want some ice cream!” he asks them and they nod. 

They walked over the vendor, and Yuri notices the vendor man looks at his partner in a disgusting way that makes him annoyed. 

“Can I have some (favorite flavor) ice cream?” his lover asked the man which he responds with a grunt. By now Yuri had an annoyed face.

“I don’t serve people like you Miss.” he replies with an obnoxious voice, in an instant, Yuri kicks the man chest making him go to the floor. 

“You better apologize to them or else I will make you by beating the hell out of you!” Yuri yells angrily at him and gaining some attention around the park.

The man gulped at his expression and totally intimidated by him. “I’m so sorry!” he apologizes to them. With a huff, he grabs a cone and puts some  (favorite flavor) ice cream and hands to his lover. Yuri throws money at the man afterward,  puts an arm around his lover and walks away. 

“Nobody hurts (Name). ” he thought and kisses their temple in a loving way.

Comparisons (Jerrie Oneshot)

You guys probably haven’t seen a post of mine formatted like this in a while! But I’m sure you still all know what it means! That’s right! After making you guys wait for ages, I have a oneshot for you! This one was something I kept completely secret and actually wrote in about three or four days. I loved the prompt, and I hope you all love it to. Thank you for always being so supportive and always sticking with me <3 I didn’t edit this one meticulously, only because I wanted to post this as soon as I could. Since I haven’t written in ages, feedback would really be appreciated, and the more I get, the more I stay motivated to keep writing! Thank you all so much! :D

Also, I know that sometimes long text posts (this oneshot is over 12,000 words) get cut off on mobile, so if you’re on mobile, to avoid getting cut off, visit MY PAGE OF FICS and then click on “Comparisons” (it should be the first one) to read it! :D Hope you all enjoy it!

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The Double Standard

Zayn is in the Weedgate Video.

Fandom: Ugh druggie trash.

Louis is in the Weedgate Video.

Fandom: Oh he’s just stressed out with everything.

Zayn is spotted out partying in mixed company.

Fandom: Man whore! I can’t believe he’d cheat on Perrie!

Louis is spotted out partying in mixed company.

Fandom: Aw bless, he’s just having a few drinks with friends. He deserves to relax, I dont know why the press makes this such a big deal.

Zayn becomes official Ambassador of the British Asian Trust & donates money & resources to various charities.

Fandom:    ….

Louis donates money & resources to various charities.

Fandom: Oh our darling boy, he’s so generous. We’re so proud!

Zayn leaves the band out of nowhere with zero press release, under shady circumstances and we never get a full explanation.

Fandom: Traitor!! We hate you. The boys are better off without you. 

Louis impregnates a complete random with zero press release, under shady circumstances and we never get a full explanation.

Fandom: This is clearly a stunt haha. No way this is real. Louis would never do that. That ho is obviously looking for attention. #Larry4Ever

Zayn defends his friend on Twitter.

Fandom: Traitor! *insert racist remark here*

Louis defends his friend on Twitter.

Fandom: Haha King of Sass. I love it. 

Zayn breaks up with long-term PR Relationship Girlfriend. Says nothing about it publicly.

Fandom: OMG he broke up with her in a text message? What a jerk. Shes better off, he was a cheater anyway.

Louis  breaks up with long-term PR Relationship Girlfriend. Says nothing about it publicly.

Fandom: Finally he can be with Harry without all that bullshit. I llike Eleanor and all but Im so happy they are both free.

Zayn faves a pic of Kylie on Twitter

Fandom: Ugh he so gross, he just ended his relationship, what a creep.

Louis faves pic of Rihanna on Twitter.

Fandom: Haha cute, I love Ri Ri.

Zayn retweets a couple things regarding the music industry & a song he likes. Only responding when he is personally attacked by an uninvolved third party.

Fandom: What a child. I can’t believe he would shade Taylor & Little Mix. He’s a misogynistic asshole. Fuck him I’m glad he left. 

Louis intentionally drags someone on Twitter, going directly for them.

Fandom: Haha! #tomlinsonslaysagain


anonymous asked:

Got any fluffy Hollstein stories?

how about a band au where laura and carm answer questions sent to laura on tumblr… and literally all of them are about her and carm being a couple??? bc band aus make me happy also sorry it’s long omg i wrote it in class it was like 10 pages in my notebook

Laura flicks on the camera with a bright smile.

“Hi guys!” She greets (to, technically, her wall). “So, I’m here with-” she turns to her right, where… absolutely nobody was sitting. “Carmilla! You have to do this!”

“I know,” the familiar brunette appears from the kitchen doorway, two mugs in her hands. She gives Laura the TARDIS one and sits down beside her on the light blue sofa. “Just thought you’d want some cocoa is all.”

The blonde smiles, sipping her cocoa happily. She lets out a quiet hum. Three marshmallows – she remembered! “There you have it, folks: Dark and broody teen heart throb Carmilla Karnstein is actually a big softy.” She tells the camera.

Carmilla rolls her eyes. “Only for you, cupcake.”

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Pretending to be a Couple

So if you guys haven’t guessed the last preference that I posted of Louis and Zayn is pretending to be a couple. I didn’t want to name it and give it away haha. But I added theirs to the bottom so that you can read them all together.


Your first mistake was lying to your parents about having a boyfriend. The second mistake was posting a picture of you and Niall Horan the night you met him while you were at dinner. The third was letting your parents believe you were actually dating him. But shame on your parents for even believing it. You had only met the man once and your mom was convinced that you would be engaged before the year was over, I mean y’all had been dating for at least 8 months now right? The worst part about it was that they were ready to meet him and already purchased two tickets back to the states for the two of you. Your friends couldn’t help but laugh at you misfortune and were determined to see Niall again just so they could laugh about it more. They had drug you out to Funky Budda for drinks after work and you were drinking your embarrassment away. “Don’t look now y/n, but your fiancé just walked through the door” y/bff/n laughed. You downed your shot and plopped your head on the table. “Screw you” you mumbled. “I dare you, to go tell him” she giggled. “I’m not drunk enough for that” “well by all means…” she smirked, giving you her drink and motioning for the bartender. After about 5 more drinks you stood on wobbling legs to make your way over to Niall. He was sitting in VIP, with his arm around a girl with dark hair, you automatically lost your nerve. But as soon as the attendant moved over to let you and your friends in, y/bff/n pushed you into him. Falling beside him on the couch you mumbled profanities that did not sound typical coming from your lips. “Are you okay love?” his friend asked looking at you. “I’m fine” you mumbled trying to get back up. Niall hadn’t even given you a second look. Sure you were in your work clothes but you thought you looked presentable. You looked back at your friends who were all giving you a thumbs up. “Niall. I’m sure you don’t remember me, but we took a picture last week, and I’m sure I sound just like one of your fans, and all but you are incredibly handsome, so I posted the picture of the two of us and my mom who thinks I have been in a relationship assumed that you were the guy.” You took a deep breath before continuing, “now she wants to meet you and she purchased plane tickets and everything and I have no idea how to tell her I’ve been lying to her this whole time and I would really appreciate it if you could just like pretend break up with me and like help me out” you said very quickly. If he wasn’t Irish he probably would have had no idea what you said but he understood every slur. The moment of silence was intimidating so you quickly got up and walked out of the club. The fresh air mixed with cigarettes and the humidity of the night hit you hard, and you rushed to the curb to barf. You felt someone pull your hair back and silently waited for you to finish. When you were done you looked up to meet his electric blue eyes, they were filled with wonder and confusion. “sorry” you pouted, moving away from him. He handed you a bottle of water and his eyes didn’t leave your face. “So what’s your name?” he asked. 


Rumors of him being gay were starting to overwhelm him and management kept pushing the idea of another fake relationship at him. He couldn’t understand why they felt like it was the most appropriate decision being that the fandom had never believed any of the other relationships. Walking into Starbucks he ran smack into someone who had been looking down at the ground. “Excuse me, my apologies love” he smiled. “I’m sorry. I am sooo soo sorry” she mumbled not making eye contact with him. “No it was all my fault” he said reassuring her. “No, I should have been paying attention. It’s so dangerous to read and walk” she giggled, letting out a snort. Her face turned bright red and Harry automatically thought she was the most adorable girl he had ever met. He smiled down at her, “So can I buy you another coffee, seeing as yours is all over our feet” he asked. “That won’t be necessary” she smiled. “Of course it is, that’s 6.75 on the ground, come on, right this way” he said ushering you by your elbow to the counter. He ordered you a new drink and him the exact same one. “So would I be too overbearing if I ask you to join me?” he asked. “I would love too” she blushed again. He couldn’t help but smile about how noticeable her blush was on her skin tone (whether you are pale white or dark brown). After hours of talking he didn’t want to tell her bye, he racked his brain for anything that could possibly make her want to stay and before he knew it he was blurting out “So Y/N, will you be my fake girlfriend.” Her eyes grew wide and she couldn’t form any words. “Here I go again being overbearing, scaring people away” he mumbled more to himself.


You had always been and would always be Y/B/N kid sister, to every boy that had ever caught your attention. Liam Payne was no different. After years of crushing on him it finally took you moving to America to get over him. You were now in a stable relationship and headed home for your family to finally meet your new guy (Daniel). Things were finally looking up for you, and you were on cloud nine. Cleaning your apartment you came across a bra, that was definitely too small to be your own and just like that your happily ever after came crashing down. Honestly, you were more relieved that you hadn’t introduced him to your family or even told them his stupid name. You quickly packed your things for the flight and all of his things. You wanted to make sure he could be out before you came back home and waited patiently for him to return from the gym…or from the girls’ apartment.  

After hours of arguing with him when he eventually came home, you heard the horn of the car you rented to take you to the airport. You said your goodbyes and walked out not even slamming the door behind you. The calm before the storm…that’s what this is, you warned yourself. After half an hour at the airport you learned your flight was delayed and that was all it took. You rushed to the bathroom before your tears could fall and then you lost it.

Pulling yourself together you walked towards the terminal, only to be pushed aside by screaming girls. You would think Justin Bieber was in the airport….or worse One Direction. You glanced up and locked eyes with Liam. His eyes were bright and he looked pleased to see you until he realized you had been crying. He whispered to one of his guards and seconds later you were by his side. Being hurried along with the rest of the boys. You didn’t have a moment to talk until you were on the plane. “This isn’t my terminal!!” you shouted at him. He looked at you funny. “what’s wrong?” he asked? “Nothing” you snapped at him. “y/n, I have known you since you were just 5 years old” he started. “You act like you’re so much older than me Liam, you aren’t” you barked. Liam as well as all the other boys were confused and they stared at you. “I’m sorry, I’m just having a really bad day” you said and just like that you were crying again. “talk to me love” he said taking you in his arms to comfort you. “Daniel was cheating…and he was supposed to be meet mom and dad and he was supposed to be my happy ever after” you cried. “how do I tell them that I wasn’t good enough for him Liam…” you cried.


Louis was the sweetest guy ever! He cared about absolutely everything you had to say. He had quickly become your best friend and you his. After his break up with El, he was devastated. Although, they had become a business deal after their first breakup two years ago he still cared about her. You had spent every night with him until he started bringing home random girls to “make him feel better” leaving you to sleep on the couch. He could lie to himself all he wanted but you knew he was only sleeping around because he could do it without the fans, paps, or management breathing down his neck. You quickly realized he wouldn’t be stopping anytime soon so you stopped staying over and eventually stopped texting him trying to make plans to hang out. About a week later when you were finally over your hurt from being rejected he called. “Hey Lou” you answered softly “well hello there beautiful!” he said “how are you, do you need something” you asked, jumping right back into your role of saving him. “Actually, I do” he said. “Yeah what is it?” you asked “will you be my girlfriend” You were completely silent you had no idea what to say “management has been ragging me, and the only way I will be able to get them off my back is if you say yes” he explained. Your heart shattered. Of course he wasn’t actually serious about wanting to be with you. “I don’t know…” you answer honestly. “Come on, you already do everything a girlfriend does, you just don’t have the title” he reminded you. That honestly did not help his case. “Louis, I’m going to have to think about this” you sighed. “Don’t take too long, I understand that you want to make sure it’s a good idea, but just think you’re going to get paid for hanging out with your best friend” he said cheerfully. You sat on the phone quietly. “Do you want to have dinner so we can talk about it” he asked “yeah, maybe we should do that” you replied.

Our Zayn

Zayn had recently broken up with Perrie and had heard she had already started seeing someone else. He could care less about her dating someone but he did care about being the last one to move on. It seemed pretty childish of him, sure, but the person to move on first always wins. He didn’t want everyone to think he was still upset over a fake engagement, so after much thought he found himself on Facebook. He hadn’t spoken to y/n in over two years, but he knew if she was anything like she used to be she would reply. Within 10 minutes his phones was buzzing from her reply. After several hours of talking he found out she had moved back him and was now working at in poverty stricken neighborhood, as a counselor for little pay but loving every minute of it.


Z. Here I was thinking I’d be able to ask you to meet me for coffee.

Y. Why can’t you?

Z. You’re hours away…

Y. So I’m not worth a slight to America? Lol

Z. Yes you are

Y. Haha I was only joking

Z. But I just want you to know you are

Zayn continued to talk to y/n for a couple more days and before he knew it he found himself on a flight headed to y/s/n, he actually had no idea what he was thinking or what he would say when he got there. He missed her, and he just wanted to have a little fun, but before he could make sense of it he was landing.

Z. Where are you

Y. Work

An hour later he was walking through heavy double doors of James Memorial High School. Y/n saw him before he saw her and she almost doubled over in her heels. Zayn was standing by the receptionist with flowers in one hand, and a huge grin across his face. The receptionist could only stare at him, he had made her lose all ability to speak. He often had that effect on women and it made Y/n giggle from behind him. Zayn would know that giggle from anywhere, he spun around quickly and his eyes met y/n. Zayn walked towards her, “so how about that coffee beautiful.” He grinned.

Thanks for reading,

K, 2015!

He Cheats With You (Mini Series) Part 6

  Links to parts 1-2-3-4-5 here! 

   Your POV: (8 months later)

      You smiled walking into the pub to pick up a nice warm cup of tea, your boss had let you off early today so it was nice to get out of the cold weather and into the nice warmth of the pub. As you sat at the bar, with a hot cup in your hands you heard the TV blare ‘One Direction’ and your head immediately snapped up, your hand automatically going to the cigarette tucked behind your ear. 

     ”So this question is for Niall, how do you feel about playing in Dublin?” the interviewer questioned. 

    “Oh I’m totally ecstatic, can’t wait to play in Ireland.” he smiled. The interviewers continued with their questions and you surveyed the conference table your eyes landed on Zayn, he was sitting back in his chair twirling a pen around and around whilst the boys answered numerous questions. He seemed to be concentrating on something but you couldn’t pin point it. Just as you thought you’d had enough of seeing him again, the interviewer turned to him. 

     ”Zayn?” his head shot up, as he was brought out of his trance, 

    “Sorry I didn’t catch that,” he mumbled as the boys chuckled and the interview smiled and restated the question. 

    “I asked, how’s the engagement…any plans?” you shifted in your seat uncomfortably as he sighed. 

    “Actually…there is no more engagement,” he stated, suddenly narrowing his eyes. 

     ”I’m sorry, what?” the interview prodded, he along with the other boys looked shocked.  

    “Perrie and I had a falling out a while ago, I’m just making it public, we’ll remain friends but for now…I don’t think we can be more than that.” Zayn nodded, clicking the pen in his hand incessantly. 

   ”Um…we’ll be right back, after the break.” the interviewer cut to commercial. You sat in the stool in shock, finishing the tea and setting it on the bar along with the money you left to your flat, your eyes wide and jaw still slack. 

    Zayn’s POV: Once again we were in (Y/N)’s hometown, after the interview a couple of days ago I realized that even though I didn’t know (Y/N)’s number and I had no way of contacting her…I still knew where she lived. I hadn’t tried to contact her whilst I was at home because…she was right to an extent, I was still with Perrie but it didn’t exactly mean that I was going to give up either. 

    I had a connection with (Y/N), she was more than looks and smiles, she was genuine and personality and passion all in one. She was ambitious, she loved me for who I was and never once let me pay for anything, never once asked for anything from me. I knew though, in the back of my mind that if she had asked for anything…I would’ve given it to her, as she had my heart but she tugged at the strings when she rejected me all those months ago. 

     I broke it off with Perrie, to be with (Y/N). Morally, I knew it was wrong but I couldn’t stay anymore, knowing that (Y/N) and I still had that connection between us. She didn’t understand and I couldn’t bring myself to tell her about (Y/N) but I think she had an idea. 

   Niall wasn’t exactly happy with how things ended, but I knew he would accept it once he saw that I was doing things the right way, although I didn’t know how (Y/N) would react when she saw me, I knew how I would. 

     Your POV: 

        After stepping into your apartment you sighed and proceeded to put music on whilst you cooked dinner for yourself. Soon you placed the prepared plate on the table and was about to sit down when the doorbell rang. Thinking it was probably a neighbour asking for some sugar or something you sighed and went to the door.

      “Hey do you-” you stopped mid sentence as your eyes drank in his appearance, disheveled, windblown and completely gorgeous.

       "Zayn,“ you breathed whilst he let himself in.

   "I…Perrie and I aren’t together anymore.” he blurted before you could say anything else.

     "I realized…that we weren’t meant to be together. When we first embarked on this relationship, we knew what came with it, secrets, staying hidden from the public and even relocating. I guess I kind of came to the conclusion that I didn’t want that…the whole sneaking around with you. In the end, you weren’t ‘the other woman’, you were my sole focus, the one who really made my heart beat a million times per second…I love you (Y/N) and I never stopped.“ he finished his disquisition and proceeded to move closer to you.

      "Zayn-you can't…you can’t just barge in here like we haven’t seen each other in eight months and pretend that everything will just go back to the way it was, I mean you’ve been gone! We’re over for Gods sake, but here you are standing in my foyer asking me to take you back! Zayn I just- I need-” he stopped your rambling with his lips, kissing you fiercely as if his life depended on it. It wasn’t long until you found yourself slipping into the kiss, closing your eyes as he lifted you against the wall and carried you into the bedroom, dinner forgotten. 

     "So how are the boys taking it?“ you asked, whilst Zayn played with your hands, 

    "Niall…is Niall I guess but the lads are alright with this. Modest doesn’t like what I did but over time grew to accept it, they know how I feel about you and they’re willing to give us a chance.” he smiled, pressing his lips to your temple. 

    “I wish Niall could see that I’m not a bad person,” you sighed, “I know we didn’t meet under entirely good circumstances but I just…I want him to like me." 

    "I know love, and he will I promise you. For now…I just want to lay here with you, and stay with you for as long as possible.” he smiled, bringing his arms around your waist and pulling you impossibly closer to him. 

    “Our relationship may be chaotic, and completely and utterly dysfunctional but as long as I’m with you…I don’t want anyone else.” he smiled into your hair.

     ’You and I…we don’t wanna be ilke them,’ he sang softly as you pressed a kiss to his cheek, knowing that whatever curveball was aimed your way, you would catch it and throw it back, whatever hate was spat at you would be repelled back and no matter what, you had Zayn…and you couldn’t be happier. 

The end!



Jo Im is a Korean-American jazz singer who I was lucky to grab an interview with this week. Check out her cover of Corinne Bailey Rae’s “Like a Star” above!

Can you give us a little background? What do you do besides music?

I just graduated this last year, and right now I am working as a waitress. However, I am working on applying to grad schools for teaching social science and music. Besides working on music, I also like to hike, do pilates, and cook!

How did you get interested in singing and music?

I first started in the same way many children are introduced to music in a Korean family – through classical piano lessons. In high school, I was a piano accompanist for a choral group called the Women’s Ensemble, and it was mandatory for every student to take a sight-singing test. Right after I finished taking the test, the choral conductor, Mrs. Alderman, told me she was surprised to hear my voice and encouraged me to audition for her other advanced choral ensembles. From then on, I auditioned for many vocal groups and fell in love with singing even more. 

Who could you list as your major influences?

I have many major influences! But these would be the ones I can think on top of my head: 

Christina Aguilera, Beyonce, Sarah Vaughan, Rihanna, John Coltrane, Katy Perry, Kurt Elling, Ella Fitzgerald, Mel Torme, Rachelle Ferrell, Amel Larrieux, Leah McFall, Ariana Grande, and Rita Ora.

What are the top 10 most played songs in your music library?

“Happy” by Pharrell, “Problem” by Ariana Grande, “Nature Boy” by Kurt Elling, “Yonce” and “Ghost” by Beyonce, “In a Sentimental Mood” by Sarah Vaughan, “Phresh Out the Runway” by Rihanna, “Unconditionally” by Katy Perry, “My Favorite Things” by John Coltrane, and “Fighter” by Christina Aguilera.

You release a lot of your covers on Youtube through Arella TV, can you tell us a little about that?

My friend Jay Arella asked me to do a Christmas music video with him; it was a cover of “Baby It’s Cold Outside.” After that we just started making more music videos, and before we knew it, we made six videos together. However, I am planning to make my own Youtube channel soon!

What does your family think of your venture into music?

At first my family was a little cautious because the pursuit of a music career is very risky financially. However, once they saw that my professors truly believed in my musical abilities, they began to support me in creating music. My mom feels nervous about me pursuing music as a career but the rest of my family supports me but would encourage me to have a back up plan. 

Do you feel that your ethnicity or identity has helped you or held you back in any way?

I felt being Korean-American in America held me back when it came to pursuing a singing career because singing was considered risky and unprofessional. You don’t see any Asian American women in mainstream music. Not only that, but for one to possibly enter the industry, they must fit certain stereotypical roles that degrade and pigeonhole Asian and Asian American women. This held me back because in the past, I was always hesitant and afraid to show my family my passion for singing. However, when it came to being a classical pianist, my family had supported me more because like many Koreans believe, the classical piano was considered a “dignified” and “virtuosic” solo art. 

When it came to a musical performance career, the classical piano is one of the most stable instruments to play. Nevertheless, playing the piano gave me an advantage because I was able to sight-read and use my knowledge of music theory to enhance my progress. In addition, I learned a lot about discipline and ambition from Korean culture, so that helped me excel in my musical skills because my work ethic was built upon those values. 

What’s next for you? What can we expect in 2014?

I’ll be experimenting with music a lot since I’m still trying to find myself musically. I will also be releasing my own Youtube channel and posting a lot more videos there. Hopefully, I will start writing and producing my own music!

Is there any advice you’d give to someone pursuing music?

Do not let fear stop you from being original. Continuously experiment to discover yourself. When it comes to covers, try to find a way to change and find your own identity, whether it is through a concept of a music video, variation of melody, arrangement, instrumentation, and improvisation. Don’t be afraid to be yourself, embrace criticisms, ignore hate, and spread love!

acederekshale  asked:

Hello there! I was wondering if y'all know any fics similar to "It’s like he’s all that" by MemeKon?




Oh, and this is the fic she’s referring to:

It’s like he’s all that by MemeKon

3,640  I  First Kiss, Fluff

Teen and Up

Stiles is different. Stiles is not nice under any definition of the word, he’s such an asshole. Sure, he’s a good guy deep down, he punched Jackson square in the jaw when he mocked the McCall kid for an asthma attack that one time, and Derek knows he helped Erica Reyes get that video of her seizure taken down, but he’s so—

“Fuck off, Derek.” Stiles tells him without sparing him a glance when Derek sits next to him on chemistry. “I’m not up to play She’s All That with you, dude.”


(School crushes are so complicated.)

AND NOW, ONWARD WITH THE LIST!!!!! (okay, I may have gone a little overboard. But I think the real question we need to ask ourselves is, CAN WE EVER HAVE TOO MANY HIGH SCHOOL AUs? NO. WE REALLY FUCKING CAN’T) 

I Got My Eye On You by TangentiaLives

1,263  I  Accidental Confessions, No Werewolves

Teen and Up

“Dude, really?” Isaac stands next to him, following his gaze with his own skeptical one. “Isn’t that the Stilinski kid? He’s president of the chess and prep bowl clubs, right?”

“So?” Derek snaps defensively. “Just because he’s smart—“ he catches himself, but it’s too late.

“Oh, I see.” A knowing smile in his direction. “It’s like that. Derek Hale, brought low by the power of plaid shirts and chemistry.” Isaac fairly purrs the last word.

That Boy Is Trouble by alphagottadonk

1,380  I  Teasing, Fluff

Not Rated

Prompt: AU where Stiles and Derek sit next to each other in sex ed

Mr. Klutz (Only Around Stiles) by Gregariousowl

1,435  I  Awkward Derek, Failwolf Derek

General Audiences

Usually Derek was agile and graceful with his movements. He never went through the awkward, long limbed, clumsy phase. But being a werewolf and all - that was expected. What wasn’t expected was that the first time he saw Stiles Stilinski, he fell down the stairs.


Derek has never been so clumsy in his life until that Stilinski kid showed up with his distractingly attractive good looks.

you’re the one that i want by trilliastra

1,641  I  Miscommunication, Oblivious Derek

Teen and Up

“How do I ask someone to go to prom with me?” Stiles asks suddenly and Derek’s breath hitches.

They are in the middle of studying for their English test and Derek couldn’t be feeling more tired to deal with Stiles having a crisis.

Or the high school AU where Stiles tries to ask Derek to prom

Actual Awkward Teen, Derek Hale by Sheepnamedpig

1,707  I  3/3  I  Miscommunication, Awkward Derek

Teen and Up

It’s a rrrromance.

Out of my head and inside yours by thegirlwithnofreckles

2,900  I  Jealousy, Oblivious, Misunderstandings

Teen and Up

“I’m in love with Derek.” Stiles says. And realizes for the first time how much that is true.

“Oh.” Isaac looks like he is beginning to understand. “And does he know that?”

“Yeah, I told him last year.”


“He laughed at me.”


Five Times Derek Literally Falls for Stiles (and One Time…They Both Fall) by myhomeboy_stilinski

3,463  I  Pining, Meddling, Jock Derek

Teen and Up

Five times Derek is a failwolf and literally falls for Stiles Stilinski.
And one time they fall together.

Warning: A little bit cracky and contains meddling.

slip softly by roadsider

3,824  I  Oblivious Derek, First Kiss

Teen and Up

“You’re crushing hard on the kid, and to my knowledge, you’ve had all of what, three full conversations?”

Laura curves an eyebrow at him, tapping her nails against his tray. “And I’m pretty sure most of those were related to that science project you two did last year.”

“Can we not do this here,” Derek whines. He lifts his head just enough to peer at Laura. “In fact, can we not do this ever?”

Propelled or Compelled by fauvistfly

4,336  I  2/2  I  Skater Stiles, Jock Derek

Teen and Up

Based on this prompt that I posted and then filled:

I need the Sterek fic where Stiles is the skater punk who’s really a good kid but always has a skateboard and sort of has a reputation, and Derek the All-American baseball player who has a great smile for the parents but is just not all that happy. And Stiles is always at the park in his flannel shirts, doing little tricks on his board to get his energy out, and Derek can’t help but notice because his shirt always flies up and gives him a glimpse of that fucking happy trail.

Make Me Your One and Only by hazelNuts

6,378  I  Magic Stiles, Mates, Angst


Anonymous said, “Hi sorry to bother you again with another prompt but this one won’t go away. It’s thanks to a throw away comment my friend made when we we’re listing to Dark Horse by Katy Perry and she called the love song for the possessive. That got the idea going in my mind of Derek fed up with his mate being oblivious and making his move while having this song playing. For some reason i pictured them maybe being seniors in high school and being good friends but pining for each other unknowingly thank you”

Being a werewolf in high school isn’t easy. Derek thinks he managed pretty well over the last few years. But he knows it could have gone very different if he hadn’t found an anchor in Stiles his first period, on his first day. They’re best friends now, and when Derek recognizes Stiles as his mate, he doesn’t think life can get any better. Except for Stiles to realize that they are, in fact, mates.

Here Comes Your Man by HaleHole (SweetFanfics)

6,821  I  3/3  I  Love Confessions, Awkward Derek

Teen and Up

“Batman? Really?” The familiar voice makes Derek pause, fingers pressing into the spine of his Physics book. He glances over to his left to look at the face that goes with the voice.

Stiles Stilinski is standing next to his locker and talking to him. Better check that actually.

Derek looks behind his open locker, making sure that there’s no one there or standing behind him before he turns back towards the jock. Who is more than amused at Derek’s antics. “I had you pegged for a Marvel fan.” The lacrosse star continues. “But that’s Dick’s run as Batman so maybe you’re just into Nightwing more than Batman.”

all human AU where Stiles and Derek go to BHHS and Kate who?

Good Old Fashioned Lover Boy by ChildOfTheRevolution

7,816  I  Prom, Humor, Kate Argent is a horrible person

Not Rated

It was Stiles’ turn to look at Scott as if he were crazy.
‘Wow yeah OK I’m just going to do that and ignore the fact that Derek Hale is a) in a relationship with crazy she bitch Kate Argent, b) is straighter then a stripper pole and c) is so far above my league that he’s playing for the Mets and I’m in little league.’

Cliche by adult_disneyprincess (orphan_account)

9,305  I  2/2  I  Hurt Stiles, Jealous Derek

Teen and Up

It’s cliché as shit, Stiles thinks. The nerd in love with the punk. He figures he wouldn’t want Derek Hale so much if he didn’t have those fucking tattoos everywhere, didn’t give a shit what people thought about him, and didn’t wear those stupid leather jackets. They’re not the same jacket either, Stiles has counted at least four different ones that the resident punk owns

White Blank Page by sonsandmumford

10,709  I  2/2  I  Journalist Stiles, Pining

Teen and Up

Stiles finally gets his big break while writing for The Beacon, the high school’s newspaper. His first (and probably only) chance at getting on the front page is to write an article about the captain of the lacrosse team, Derek Hale.

You’ve Got Notes by the_gramophone

14,817  I  Love Letters, Romantic Comedy, Fluff
Stiles Stilinski has wanted star basketball player Derek Hale forever, but what are the odds of that ever happening? A love story of letters, prom, and the healing power of milkshakes.

Elephants Aren’t White by PeanutButter

20,038  I  Misunderstandings, First Time


Stiles never thought that deciding his prom date would come down to pulling names out of a hat but, then again, he thought, or hoped, that he and Lydia would be a thing by now and look where that’s got him.

Still, maybe he should start saying no when Scott comes up to him with these ideas.

The Scheming Rhymes of Romance by sofonisba_found

23,986  I  5/5  I  Poetry, Wooing, Romance


Stiles currently was, and had been, Derek’s poetic muse for years. Not that Stiles was really all that aware of that fact.

But when Stiles does find out about it their senior year of high school, he’s pretty okay with it.

Alright, so he is definitely a lot more than okay with it.

A story in which Derek writes copious amounts of poetry, Stiles is very appreciative of said poetry as well as Derek’s smile, and all of their friends are oddly and extremely invested in seeing these two get their act together.

Star-Crossed by cloudsarefluffy

32,949  I  4/4  I  Canon Divergent, A/B/O Dynamics, Wooing


My friend sent this to me on Tumblr: “I officially challenge sunshinexlollipops to write me a fluffy Sterek fic. No angst except for one small paragraph and it can not be major. High school AU. Stiles is a nerd, Derek is a jock. Tutor!Stiles. They fall in love.

Challenge accepted, Krista… Sort of?

Derek clears his throat quietly, resuming his plan on retrieving the boy’s mythology book, “Y-You dropped this…”

“I know, but- thanks.”

The boy snatches the book out of Derek’s hand with his mortification filling the air in a sharp, heady scent that has Derek’s wolf mentally salivating, “You’re welcome… Uh, do you know where the tutor session thing is supposed to be?”

“T-That’s me,” with another addition of pink to his cheeks, the boy rushes to correct himself a little, “I mean, I’m the tutor here and this is supposed to be- oh god, I’m really butchering this, aren’t I?”

The Lawn Ranger by Snowjob

33,496  I  4/4  I  Slow Build, Masturbation


In which Derek is an adolescent werewolf with a penchant for chocolate bunnies, and instead of the dream summer of lazing around the house playing video games and nibbling on his hoarded supply of easter candy his mother makes him get a job.

In which Stiles is a showoff jock with a broken arm and an embarrassing crush who can no longer push the lawn mower around the yard.

This Might Be Irony by thepsychicclam

38,340  I  Artist Stiles, Bullying


Stiles and Derek have been close friends since the Hale siblings moved in next door after their parents’ death. But Derek’s in the popular group, he’s a star baseball player, and he dates popular Pep Squad captain Jennifer Blake. Stiles doesn’t have any of that, just his skateboard and a hopeless crush on Derek (oh yeah, and his Vote Lydia Martin Prom Queen button). As prom and the baseball state championship grow closer, Stiles and Derek start rekindling their friendship.

And it all begins with two white boards.

We Move to the Same Rhythm by samann98

54,263  I  16/16  I  Dancer Stiles, Fluff, Bottom Derek


Derek is the cocky captain of the basketball team with a not-so-secret love of dance and Stiles is the leader of the school’s struggling dance team. With Stiles’ dance team, Spin Cycle, on the verge of being disbanded, Lydia suggests they bring in some new members. Stiles agrees, until she suggests Derek Hale.

I Feel We’re Close Enough by samann98

55,595  I  9/9  I  Awkward Derek, Friends with Benefits


Derek’s two friends share a look and even Boyd can’t muster up the strength to deal with his pathetic attempt at denial. “Come on now, Derek, seriously? We know about you and Stiles.”

“Yeah, we know you two are fuck buddies,” Erica adds with a smirk, and Derek buries his head in his hands.

“That’s not exactly the terminology I would use,” he murmurs, his whole face burning with embarrassment.

“How else would you describe having sex with your best friend who has no clue you’re in love with him?” Boyd asks, actually sounding curious about his answer.

Derek lifts his head, opens his mouth to reply, but only ends up making a few ridiculous noises that can’t pass for actual words. When Derek finally just throws his hands up in defeat, admitting, “Okay, fine, that’s exactly how you’d describe it,” Erica and Boyd shake their heads at him.

Or the one in which Derek and Stiles are childhood friends, their freshman year of high school Derek makes the craziest suggestion ever, and four years later Stiles decides to take him up on it.

Okay, my dear! I hope you enjoy this epic list of pining and high school and shenanigans!

See ya on the flipside!

Love and internet hugs,

Fluffy Wolf

BSM You Defend Him


      You were Luke’s twin sister, but you had always felt like you had to defend him. You two were the complete opposites. You, with your died black hair, many piercings, dark clothes, and your snarky personality. One day though, Luke had come back from touring for a while and all his fans were mobbing you guys. A group of girls started pulling and grabbing at Luke, and he did his best trying not to retaliate. You felt anger though. Luke was your weak spot, and you always wanted to defend him. So, having the advantage of being taller, you grabbed at one girl and pulled her. She fell down and looked at you angrily. “Don’t touch my fucking brother again, do you understand?” She saw how you looked and the tone of your voice said that you were serious. She instantly called the other girls and they ran. You towered over almost all the other girls and was pretty intimidating. They all said quick goodbyes and left you two alone. “Thanks, but I had it under control." 

"No you didn’t, Lukey. Now I want to go home and play FIFA and order Chinese. You up for it?” He laughed before nodding and both of you walked hand in hand, enjoying the time being.


      (AU) You were Calum’s younger sister. You were currently 14 years old and you were always teased about it. But today, you walked up to Calum’s room because you wanted ice cream and had run out. But you heard him talking on the phone and he sounded upset. “….Yeah, whatever…..No, I don’t want to do that!…. Please………Just stop……Fine!” He sounded defeated and then you heard him stop talking and open the door, only to find you behind it. “Y/N, did you hear any of that?”

“Any of what?”

“Never mind.” And then he brushed past you and walked outside the door, you following him. “Can you take me out for ice cream? I really want some.” He nodded glumly as you hopped into the car. You guys drove around in silence, until he stopped at your favorite ice cream shop. As you guys walked in, he stopped suddenly as you walked into him and almost losing your balance. “Hey Calum! Come here!" 

"Stay here, Y/N.” He ordered you, but you followed him anyways and heard all the hateful comments. Turns out this boy was threatening Calum about Mali-Koa because they were dating  and you couldn’t hold it in anymore. “Hi there, I just wanted to say that if you ever call my brother a faggot again, I will cut off your dick! Then I will put in a pot, cook it and I will eat it as if it was a hotdog, ARE WE CLEAR!” You grabbed the front of his shirt and he squirmed a little under your grasp. Then you took out your house keys, which split in two to make it into a very, very sharp scissor. He gulped a little and you smiled sweetly. You were a very….special child. “Good! Hope you learned your lesson, you asshole!” You said poisonously with a sugary sweet smile on your face, then you grabbed Calum’s hand and started walking away, but then you stopped forgetting one last thing, “Oh and stay away from my sister.” You said, not even turning back around. You looked over to Calum and he smiled brightly to you. You felt happy inside knowing you did the right thing.


      You were Michael’s younger sister and you embarrassed him beyond compare. Whenever he had friends or girls in the house you had always known of a way to make him flushed. But today Michael had a girl upstairs and they were “studying”. You had already planned out your next attack. You were going to show her a video you recorded of Michael playing FIFA in his Superman robe, while singing Katy Perry. It was quite hilarious, really. You climbed up the stars slowly, not making any noise when you stopped right outside out Michael’s door and eavesdropped. “Please, Ashley. I really don’t want to do this.”

“Come on Michael. We both know you want to do it. Besides, it’ll be fun!” They both sounded out of breath and you instantly knew what was up. You opened the door, only to find Michael some what sitting up, with a girl hovering on top of him, with her hands dangerously low. Then you grabbed at her arm and pulled her as she fell onto the floor. You picked up her shirt and threw it at her. “Listen here ya little slut! If my brother doesn’t want to have sex with your skanky body, then respect it. You came here to study, not to get on your knees. So, put your shirt back on, and I suggest you leave, because if you don’t, I’m going to lose it and shove my PS4 remote control up your vagina! ARE WE CLEAR BITCH!” She nodded and then threw her shirt on and grabbed her things and left the house. You actually felt kind of proud. You looked over to Michael and he looked grateful. “Thanks, Y/N.”

“Anything for my brother. But I actually wanted you guys to be studying, ‘cuz I have the funniest video ever. Oh well. I guess I’m gonna go watch it by myself again.” Then you turned around and left to your room.


      You had been at the park reading under a tree peacefully, when the ice cream truck came. All these kids came running towards it, almost trampling over you. About a few minutes later, most of the kids had cleared out, but there was still one girl by the truck and you listened in, when seeing her distraught face. “But sir, I’m only missing three cents. It’s almost nothing!”

“Sorry, I need all of the money.” She looked helpless and you walked over to her and put a hand on her shoulder. Then you turned to the burly man. “Sir, three cents is nothing! It won’t change anything!”

“Like I said. I need the full payment!” You felt anger in you, and dropped your hand from her shoulder and pointed it crossly to the man. “You know mister, your parents must be fucking proud. You aren’t giving a girl her ice cream because she’s missing THREE FUCKING CENTS!”


“And a life!” You spit back. He then came out of the truck, and stood right in front of you. The girl backed away, but you held your place. He towered over you and stank like a skunk. You were very short. Probably because you were only 13 years old. “Give her the ice cream!”

“No!” Then he grabbed your shoulders and shook you in anger as you kicked him in the balls. He doubled over in pain. “I swear, if you don’t give her the ice cream NOW, I will climb into your truck, get one of your knives and chop off your penis and feed it to the pigeons MYSELF!” He then looked at you and walked back inside his truck as he got an ice cream, and threw it at you. It bounced off you and you grabbed it as he started up the truck. “And don’t worry, sir. Your employer will hear about this. You called a thirteen year old girl a bitch. Won’t that make a fantastic argument?” He then looked at you and for the first time, looked scared. “Please don’t!”

“Then learn from this and the next time someone is missing FUCKING THREE CENTS! Give them the ice cream, or I will find you and I WILL chop off your dick. Have a good day!” Then you flipped him off and turned around only to realize you had attracted a crowd and then you handed the girl her ice cream. Then, everyone started clapping and the girl hugged you. “You didn’t need to do that.”

“Of course I had to. He was awfully rude! I’m Y/N and you?”

“Lauren.” Then a tall boy walked up to the both of you. “What happened? What did I miss?” He said. Then for the first time, he noticed you and smiled distractedly. “Y/N, this my brother Ashton. Ash! You won’t believed what happened……” Lauren began telling the story, but you zoned off only realizing that your book was no where to be found. Then all of a sudden, it was thrusted towards you by Ashton. “Found this on the ground. Didn’t want it to get crushed. Here ya go. It’s yours isn’t it?" 

"Yeah, thanks.”

“Ya know, you have quite the language for a 13 year old!”

“Eh, whatever. I don’t give a fuck!” You both laughed and from that moment on, Lauren became your best friend and Ashton always defended you, thinking back on what you did for his sister. You became like a sister to him and he was always watching your back as you watched his.

~ Emily

A/N: *Sorry guys, Ashton’s wasn’t really the main thing, but whatevs!* :P lol

Preference 11: Your Child Has A Crush On One Of The Other Boys


“So Aspen, do you have a celebrity crush?” The interviewer asked your 4-year-old daughter. Harry had taken her with him to a backstage interview while you were home taking care of your sick sons, Trent and Grayden. “I do” Aspen whispered, not wanting her father to hear, “and who’s that?” Harry smirked, raising an eyebrow. “My Uncle Louis” she squeaked before continuing, “he’s got a cute smile and his hair reminds me of Jelly Belly, my little kitty. So my crush is Uncle Lou” she smiles, crawling on his lap as Lou squeezes her into an embrace. “I’ve been replaced” Harry cries, putting his head in his hands. “Don’t worry daddy, I still love you” she confirms, kissing her father’s cheek.


“Who’s your crush?” Louis shouts surprisingly at 5-year-old Kingsley. “Uncle Nialler. He’s soft and cuddly and he plays the guitar” she confirms, smiling. Nialler smiles from behind, wrapping the little girl in a massive hug. “So please daddy. I love him a lot. Can uncle Niall be my boyfriend?” She asks for Niall’s arms. “I’ll have to talk to you uncle Niall alone but if he makes you that happy we can work something out. But until then, c’mere” Louis smiles, snatching his daughter away into his arms were she will always be safe. “Daddy” you daughter whines as her dad steals her away from her ‘boyfriend’.


“So Zayn’s your boyfriend ay?” Niall laughs as he buckles his little 3-year old princess in the carseat. “Mhm” she confirms. “So your stealing my best mate?” Niall states, tickling her. “No daddy. I’m not Zayn’s friend. We’re getting married silly. You can still be friends” she giggles. “Sure” Jayden says sarcastically. “He’s already married to auntie Perrie” Lucas confirms. Hayley crosses her arms, brows knit in frustration towards her brothers. “S’alright baby girl. Don’t listen them” Niall reassures her, pecking her forehead. “Trust me Hayles, you’ll always have me and your the best in my book” he whispers in her ear, making her smile. “Now, lets go see Hayley’s boyfriend” Niall smirks at his daughter and then eyes the boys who are trying to hold in their laughter.


“Daddy, when are we leaving to go see Uncle Liam?” Haven asks her father. “Hav, you asked 7 times already. What’s the rush?” Zayn asks, whose cuddled close to Moxie, flipping through a picture book with her. “She wants to see her boyfriend” you confirm, preparing Moxie’s baby bag. “What boyfriend? No, no, no! What did I say about boyfriends young lady. Not until you’re 40 or till I’m dead” Zayn frantically exclaims. Haven just stands there with those brown puppy dog eyes. “Don’t give me that look” Zayn instructs, gazing back at the book. Once you arrive at the Payne residence, Haven is already huddled up to Liam much to her father’s dismay. “At least I still have a chance with my baby girl” Zayn smiles towards Moxie. “Treat my princess right Payne, I’m warning you” Zayn laughs.


“I have a boyfriend” Emily chants in a sing song voice. “Excuse me?” Liam huffs at the cheery six-year-old. “Harold took me to McDonald’s today and he gave me this bracelet” she confirms, showing of the candy bracelet. “Then I guess me and ‘Harold’ need to have a little chat?” Liam smirks, pretending to be serious. “No! The last time Luke came over you scared him away and that can’t happen with Harry because I love him daddy” she cries, over dramatically as always. Liam just laughs at her meltdown before kneeling in front of his daughter. “Then lets find that boyfriend of yours shall we?” He smiles, kissing her cheek. She climbs on his back as he gives her a piggyback ride around the studio but quickly runs off as she spots Harry. “Those curls seduced my little girl Styles. Stay away from the rest of my daughters” he demands leaving them to have their ‘romantic moment’.

DDM: You Feel Like He Loves Your Siblings More Than You P.2

Liam:   (12 yrs old) I waited for my brother to come i ended up sleeping in the couch on the lounge. I felt like i was being lifted i opened my eyes to see my brother “Taylor” i whispered ‘yeah go back to sleep i will take you home" i fell back to sleep. Liam’s P.o.v. Taylor left in the middle of the game. I went home as i arrived Taylor arrived carrying a sleeping y/n “Shit” i said under y breath “We have to talk"Taylor said and walked to y/n room. He came back and sat down in front of me "You forgot her at school”“i know i had a lot of things in my mind”“like what my game”“Well yeah bu-”“you know what the Y/n teacher told me” “What did she say?” i worried with his tone of voice “Y/n feels like you don’t love her”“What makes her think that”“well you forgot her today just to come to my game & all you do is focus on my games you have to focus on her too dad she has tear stains on her face” i got up and walked to my girl’s room. I saw her laying there i sat on her bed close to her face i stroked her cheek “I love you don’t ever doubt that baby” i whispered kissing her cheek.She woke up “Dad” she whispered “I am so sorry for being a crappy dad Don’t ever doubt that i don’t love you because i love you and your brother equally” i had a tear rolling down my face her little hand wiped it.“Your not a bad dad Your the best don’t cry dad” i hugged her “I will make this up to you okay” “Can i go back to sleep”“of course” she laid back in and i pulled her blanket on her.“Goodnight” i kissed her forehead and left.

Niall:  (8 yrs old) His P.o.v.  Kelly went to her room while my wife came in “WHAT DID YOU DO” she yelled “ i don’t know”'YOUR LITTLE GIRL JUST RAN CRYING SAYING YOU DON’T LOVE HER THAT YOU LOVE KELLY MORE"“She said that” I saw her pick up the drawing y/n threw “Look at this and think of what you did I am going to check on our little girl” she handed me the drawing and left. She drew us with a guitar i guess i was teaching her in it. All she wanted to do was me to teach her. I made my daughter feel that way. I walked out with tears in my eyes to y/n’s room “Y/n let me in” my wife said but no respond. I got the ke out and unlocked it “Let me make this right” i told my wife she nodded and left. I walked in “Sweetie” i whispered she had her back facing me “GO AWAY” she yelled “Look at me” i whispered she turned around i tried to hug her but she pushed me away “LEAVE ME ALONE” she cried out “Y/n i am so sorry i shouldn’t have done that”“JUST LEAVE ME ALONE” she was hugging the bear i gave her.“Sweetie i love you and your sister equally i shouldn’t have yelled at you i’m the worst dad but i love you it hurts me to see my baby girl cry” i cried out sitting next to her.“Do you love me?” she whispered “Of course i love you how about this i will teach you how to play tomorrow and now we go get some ice cream ” she smiled and hugged me “ i love you daddy” i hold her tight “I love you too sweetie" 

Harry:  (9 yrs old) His P.o.v.   I was getting ready to leave "Y/N” i yelled as i searched for her in the playground i don’t see her.“Y/N” i was panicking i put Jason on the stroller and looked around. I finally saw her with another family the lady was doing something to Y/n’s knee she was crying. I went over fast as possible the lady cover y/n cut.“Y/n I have been looking for you” i was about to hug her but she moved away “Y/n” i was hurt “Y/n why are you doing this”“You don’t love me go back to Jason and have a happy family” the lady took her daughter and went to play.“Y/n your part of our happy family”“No i’m not i’m a girl you only care for Jason i hurt my self and you pushed me to fall” then i remember “baby i am so sorry for that it was wrong i should be protecting you not hurt you”“Well you did” she got up and about to walk away i grabbed her little arm “Y/n i am so sorry but i do love you i love you and your brother equally i will make this up to you”“How”“I will show you i love you as much as i love Jason” she smiled “Can we get Ice Cream”“Of course" 

Louis:  (16 yrs old) His P.o.v. Y/n has not came back home and it’s dark outside.I called her couch she told me she didn’t show up to practice."Where could she have gone?” i paced around the room “I don’t know maybe to find a father who cares” Edward whispered “what did you say”“Don’t act stupid dad we both heard you talk to our uncles that’s why she left” “but she had practice”“She didn’t go” he said and walked away. I kept thinking of where she could have gone.Then i drove to the place she used to love as a child the soccer field by my parents house. As i walked i saw her laying on the grass looking at the stars “They look nice at night huh” i asked her she looked at me and looked back up.“Look i know you heard” no respond “I’m sorry i made you miss practice i will go to your next game”“Do you love Edward more?” she whispered sitting up as i sat next to her “What of course not”“Then why is he more important than me”“He’s not you guys are equally important to me” “Are you sure about that” a tear rolled down her cheek  i wiped it off “Of course i’m sorry for what i make you feel i shouldn’t have ever said or done those things” we remained quiet for a bit “How about we play a game” i asked grabbing her ball she smiled “Your on" 

Zayn:  (10 yrs old) His P.o.v. Perrie came last night telling me Y/n is staying at a friends house. I messed my relationship with my daughter  i told her a lie. I’m the worst dad. I have been crying all night I saw Perrie getting ready "Where are you going?” i asked her “To our daughter show someone has to be there”“Can i go?”“are you sure?”“Yes i have to make things right” “Alright” i got dressed and we went. We waited for Y/n to show up “Parents welcome our last champion Y/n Malik” the principal called out.Y/n walked out and grabbed the mic. “She is going to sing?” i asked Perrie “That’s her talent Zayn” Perrie is mad at me and i can’t blame her. Perrie started to film Y/n. She started to sing Perrie’s song 'Little Me’ She sang so Beautiful.“She is amazing” i whispered when Y/n finished “Of course she is Zayn she has your voice” then we waited for the winner.Y/n Won. I ran backstage to see her with her friends “Y/n” i whispered She looked at me and ignored me “Y/n” Perrie called she ran to her “You did amazing babe”“Thank you and thanks for helping me mom” “Talk to your dad sweetie”“no he admitted he hate me”“I don’t hate you y/n” I interrupted her “Then why did you say it”“i don’t know why i said it y/n but you were amazing i should’t have said those things i should have made you feel that way all last night i cried i felt so bad for what i did to you I love you Y/n more than everything” she looked up to Perrie she nodded and went to me “Don’t ever make me feel that way dad” i hugged her “Never in your life” i kissed the top of her head.“How about we go get your sister and celebrate” Perrie said “Yeah let’s go" 

anonymous asked:

Soulmate AU where first words said to each other are represented with pictures and Laura's like "I am so sorry but not really because my first words to you are me calling you a dick and so you’ve gone through 300 years of life with one on your wrist"

I title this fic…

Two Times You Thought You Met Your Soulmate (and one time you did)

The first time you think you’ve met your soulmate is your first day of college. The floor don is giving a speech to all of the freshman, about this or that, or whatever–you had kind of zoned out. 

But then everyone is leaving, and the floor don–Perry–looks at you and asks, “Sweetheart, don’t you want to see your new room?” 

Your mind short circuits. She’s out the door, and you run after her. 


She turns around, looking concerned. “What’s wrong?” 

“I…look…you called me sweetheart…that’s the first time we spoke…” You lift your sleeve, showing her your right wrist. There’s a small, red heart there. 

Okay, she isn’t what you expected, but she seems nice and she’s pretty, so you’re just happy that you did it, you found her, and now all of those jerks who told you it was ‘just a phase’ can go suck it. 

You’re smiling at her hopefully, and Perry looks confused for a moment, before she realizes what you said. 

“Oh, honey, I’m sorry. You’re wrong.” 

“What? But–” 

She lifts her sleeve. There’s no soulmark. 

“…I remember it was a yellow pail,” she says, “They asked me to play in the sandbox when we were both five.” 

You’re more embarrassed than you’ve ever been in your life, but on the bright side, you end up making two good friends out of it. She introduces you to her soulmate, someone named LaFontaine. You all bond in the common room over coffee and Perry’s cookies. 

“Don’t you know how they work?” LaFontaine asks, “If Perr was your soulmate, the mark would have burned and started to fade away.” 

You shrug, taking a cookie. “Dad never taught me a lot about soulmarks.” 

Your mother died before you could even remember her. Some people got new soulmarks when their soulmate died, you know that much. But Dad’s stayed empty. The strongest, kindest man you know, only having one soulmate. It still makes you angry when you think about it. You could see him being reminded of that fact whenever he saw your wrist, leading you to hiding it around him with wrist bands and long sleeves. 

The knowledge you have of soulmarks is limited to TV and books. 

“Seriously?” LaFontaine says, laughing, “Oh, frosh, you have been woefully misinformed if that’s where you’re getting your info.” 


“Soulmates are fucking difficult work. When you find them it’s not all perfect forever because we’re soulmates. Soulmates still get divorced, they still have problems, and a lot of times you might be soulmates with someone who you have to work like Hell with to make it work.” 

“But, you and Perry. You met when you guys were five.” 

It’s Perry who answers. “LaF and I have had our problems,” she says, sitting down next to her on the couch, “Mostly caused by me.” 

They look at her, taking her hand. “But, I could have been more understanding too, sometimes,” they finish, “And you came through for me in the end, Perr. The point is, frosh, that if you’re hoping to find your soulmate and live happily ever after…well, it’s a little more complicated than that.” 

You know, on a mental level you get it, but their words don’t stop the twinge of ache, of jealousy as Perry and LaF settle together on the couch as if (well, not as if, they’re soulmates) born to sit on the couch with their arms around each other and hands clasped. 

Your home didn’t have that. You grew up sheltered; there was no one close to you in your life that had that. So, you want it. You’ve wanted ever since you knew what your soulmark was, ever since you learned why Dad didn’t have one even though he wasn’t married. For Dad, you want to find your soulmate yesterday. 

“You can’t rush soulmates, dear,” Perry says, “Give it time, and keep an open mind. It will happen.” 

Easy for Miss Childhood-Sweethearts to say. 


The second time you think you’ve met your soulmate is when you meet your English TA. 

Her name is Danny. She talks to the entire class about class procedures and rules while you’re distracted by her jawline. 

The professor jumps right into working, and you start scratching a pen to paper. It’s fifteen minutes later that you realize that Danny is reading over your shoulder. 

“Sorry! Did you want to take my paper?” You say, straightening from your hunched over position. Danny shakes her head quickly. 

“No, no. I just–I really love your interpretation of Beowulf. I haven’t seen anyone else go that direction before.” 

She tapes a finger on your paper, and you blush. 

She loves your interpretation. 

Your mark is a heart. 

And, whatever your feeling–well, it’s not exactly in your wrist, but it’s kind of a burning, isn’t it?

You talk to her after class. 

“Danny, I don’t mean to be weird, but your soulmark, what is…?” 

She looks at you and smiles. “I was about to ask you the same thing.” 

She reveals it; a piece of paper. 

You asking her if she wanted to see your paper. 

When you show her your wrist, and explain it to her, she smiles warmly. 

“…Want to meet up later and talk?” 


She’s everything you thought your soulmate would be; beautiful, smart, kind–she can’t not be your soulmate. 

LaFontaine, however, is not convinced. 

“Has your mark faded yet?” 

You squint at the heart. “I think it got a little lighter?” 

“It’s taking awhile, then, frosh.” 

“Well, what do you know? It’s been over ten years since you had a soulmark.” 

“Laura, dear, lay off her,” Perry answers, busily cleaning your room–your roommate is apparently coming in late. Whatever. “We just don’t want to see you waste your time. If your mark isn’t fading, neither is hers.” 

You stay silent. 

“Forcing soulmates never works out well, honey. I wouldn’t want to see you get hurt trying.” 

“Well–well, you know what? I’m not trying, she is my soulmate. My mark is going to start disappearing. I know it.” 

It doesn’t. You meet Danny for pie, hiding it under sleeves. You notice Danny is wearing long sleeves, too. 

The date is fantastic. Sparkling conversation. Danny is as amazing as you initially thought–you’d go as far as to say she’s ‘chivalrous’. So you meet again. And again. 

But, you never actually get together. Every time either of you are about to try–the perfect moment is there, it’s time to say goodbye–you can’t go through with it. You know why. It’s wrong. It’s wrong to do this when you know that, eventually, you’re both going to meet somebody else chosen by the universe. And how could you compete with the universe? 

One day, you finally lift your sleeve for her. She smiles softly. 

“…I guess we’ve both been fooling ourselves, huh?” 

“Yeah. Yours hasn’t either?” 

“No. Of course not. I’m sorry. You’re so fantastic, Laura. Whoever is your soul mate is going to be really lucky.” 

You both stay great friends. Later a boy in your class she’s complained about to you before asks her a question about a due paper. Danny slaps a hand to her wrist and winces. So does he.

You’ve never seen it in person, before. You also feel really bad for Danny, because seriously, how is this going to work? 

“…Shit. I guess we need to talk later.” Danny and Kirsch glare at each other. Maybe there was some truth to that ‘not all fun and games’ speech LaFontaine gave afterall. 


You meet your soulmate a week later when your roommate finally starts school. She’s already there when you walk in. And has succeeded in trashing her side of the room with dirty clothes and ransacking your fridge for cookies. 

“You dick, those are mine! And who the Hell are you?” 

“I’m your new roommate, sweetheart.”

You gasp and grab your wrist. 

It’s a feeling unlike any you’ve ever experienced. The heart is cold now, so cold that it’s burning, and little ants are crawling across your skin. When the feeling finally, finally calms, you see that the once vibrant red of the picture has already started to dull. 


You look at Carmilla. She over to the bed, laying her arm on the bedspread, palm face up. She looks at her wrist. 

“You felt it too,” you say softly. 

“Three hundred fucking years…” She breathes, “Wait. That means–oh Hell, what? You?” 

“I literally just called you a dick, do you think I’m happy about this?” 

Yeah, you definitely imagined this going differently. And wait. “What do you mean, three hundred years?” 

“Well, since we’re apparently spending the rest of our lives–or yours, to be more accurate–together, you should know that I’m a vampire.” 

She says it so plain and matter-of-factly, that you need to sit down. 

“I…I’m sorry. It’s just, I waited my whole life wanting to meet my soulmate, and now here you are, and…and no offense, but you’re not at all what I expected and vampire what the Hell can the universe not give me a break.”

Your soulmate–wow, still so weird to say, and even though you don’t feel too hot you have to admit it excites you–raises an eyebrow. “Sorry you’re disappointed, sweetheart.” 

“No. Wait,” you lean closer. “Different doesn’t necessarily mean bad. I don’t know anything about you other than your affinity for stealing food.” 

“Possession is nine-tenths, cutie.” Carmilla answers, then sighs. “Okay, let’s try again. What was your picture?” 

You pull up your sleeve to reveal the still visible but rapidly fading mark. “Calling me sweetheart. See? You?” 

“Not important.” 

“Oh, yes it is.” 


“Can I guess?” 


“Well, my first words to you were ‘you dick’…whoa.” Your eyes widen and a grin spreads across your face. “It wasn’t…” 

“Shut up.” 

“It is! Let me see!” 

“Over my undead body.” 

Well, you’re soulmates, you don’t think there’s anything wrong with getting into her personal space. You jump off your bed, pouncing on her and grabbing one of her cufflinks. 

“HEY, don’t you dare–” 

VICTORY!” You yell, throwing it to the side and pinning her arm. There it is. 

“You went three hundred years with a dick on your wrists?” 

“…It’s especially hard to explain when you’re a lesbian.” 

“I am so sorry you didn’t meet me sooner,” you answer, “But, not really. Because this is hilarious.” 

“I’m falling for you already, cupcake.” 

You still have her arm pinned down. Impulsively–you’ll hopefully do this a lot more–you lean down and press a kiss to the picture before it fades away. You let go, still kneeling on her legs. Your soulmate looks kind of shocked. 

“You should know, that is the one and only time I will ever willingly put my mouth on a dick.” 

She bursts into laughter, covering her face, and you think, okay, maybe this will work. She’s beautiful, and her laugh is kind of nice, and maybe she’s not as bad as first impressions suggest. 

How could she be, after all? She’s your soulmate. 

“So,” she finally says, settling on her elbows to look you in the eyes, “What do I call my dashing maiden fair who relieved me of this curse?” 


I Know I'm Not the Only One

Note: Requested by anon. There’s use of strong language. Requests are closed.

**I’m Not the Only One by Sam Smith

**I Know I’m Not the Only One: Part 2 (Part 3)

**heyy! Can you please write an imagine where you’re dating harry but he ends up cheating on you with your best friend please:) and can your other friend who is dating Niall knows about the whole thing but was conflicted on whose side to take! -sorry this is really long a detailed ahaa

You never intended to be that girlfriend.

You trusted Harry, you always had. Honestly, the choice was never yours for the taking, but you knew,from the moment the two of you became serious, what his life would entitle. Long nights, even longer tours, months apart without even being on the same continent, and girls, girls who would do everything in their power to get him to notice them, to tempt him. But you knew you never had anything to worry about. You loved Harry, and you trusted Harry, because you’d never found a reason not to, but slowly you were noticing that things were beginning to change in way it was starting to scare you.

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