maybe he was talking about pizza

the breakup // montgomery de la cruz

summary: montgomery de la cruz, a well-known student in liberty high. he hung with the popular crowd, got into very many fights and was seen with a different girl every week. long story short, he was a total dick. well, that was the case until she came into his life.

word count: 1562 words

a/n: this is based off the song the break up by lany which i have been listening to for weeks. i’ve been having a lot of monty feels lately too so i was inspired to write this. i put a lot of effort into this, i hope you guys like it. also, i recommend listening to the song while reading

you can listen to the song here

Originally posted by montedelacruz

Jumping heart to heart, and it’s starting to wear me down
“He’s a total dick” is my reputation around town

“Alright, I’ll see you around babe.” Monty winked at the blonde. He couldn’t even recall her name. But there he was, leading her on, making her think there was something between them. She was simply a good fuck, a girl he hooked up with last night.

“I’ll see you around babe,” A voice mocked from behind. Monty turned around and found a snickering Bryce. “Damn Monty, who was that?”

“Hey man,” He scratched the back of his neck. “I don’t even remember her name.”

“You’re a fucking playboy. That’s what you are!” Bryce howled, giving him a pat on the back.

They got a pretty face, but they got a pretty empty head
And I want to stick around but damn I’m bored

Monty was currently on a date with the blonde from last week. He asked her out just so he could get out of the house during the weekend. Although deep inside, he was hoping that maybe, just maybe, his brain would flip a switch and view her as more than a something he could play with. Love perhaps. Monty was human; all he wanted was to find love like everyone else.

“What do you think, Monty?” The blonde asked.

He quickly snapped out of his thoughts. “Um no?” He answered, not even having the slightest clue of what she was talking about.

“You’re not even listening to me! I asked if you preferred pizza or salad.” She huffed in irritation. He shrugged in response, obviously not having a care in the world.

“I’m getting out of here. Call me when you actually want to listen to me.” She stood up from the booth and sashayed away. He sighed and leaned back on his seat.

He made up his mind. He definitely did not like her. Sure, she was drop dead gorgeous and her attitude was somewhat tolerable but it just wasn’t working out for him.

Monty looked around the place and spotted a girl. He identified her as Y/N Y/L/N; he knew she went to Liberty High as well. He watched her carefully, she seemed to be enjoying her meal, shoveling curly fries into her mouth and he weirdly found that cute. Then and there, the switch he oh-so-wanted to flip… actually flipped. He was inexplicably drawn to her.

“Here goes nothing.” He mumbled to himself and before heading over to her table.

How the hell do you stay in love
You’re at dinner looking down playing with your knife and fork

Friday was date night for Y/N and Monty. She felt like their relationship lacked something lately so she wanted it to be perfect, already planning it a week before. She was going to cook his favorite meal and then catch a movie at The Crestmont after.

An hour passed and there was still no sign of him. Y/N sighed in frustration. The food was getting cold and they were already twenty minutes late to the movie. She grabbed her phone from the counter and sent him a quick text.

where are you? you said you’d be here at 6

No response.

Just as she was about to press call, Monty walked through the door.

“Hey babe,” He walked over to her giving her a peck on the cheek. “The food looks great.”

Y/N glared daggers at him. “Where were you? I was starting to get worried!”

“Relax. I was with Justin and Zach. We went to grab some beers after school.” He responded nonchalantly.

Anger coursed through her veins. “You blew me off for them? We had plans, de la Cruz.” She detached herself from his grip and headed for the door.

Another day, another argument. He was sick of it. “You’re always breathing down my neck, Y/N!” Monty bellowed from behind her.

Arguments weren’t new to their relationship. Y/N and Monty would argue every once in a while but recently it became more frequent. He complained on how she bitched about his actions all the time and how he felt like he wasn’t doing anything right. In her defense, she was just looking out for him. She didn’t want him to get hurt. More importantly, she was afraid of him going back to his old ways.

She stopped in her tracks and faced him. “Since when is it such a crime to look out for my boyfriend?”

“You call that looking out for me?” He gave her a sharp look and chuckled angrily. “It’s called being a-”

“Listen Monty,” She cut him off, voice stern. “I don’t want to hear it.” He opened his mouth to say something but shut it just as fast.

Y/N stared at the floor as minutes of agonizing silence passed. She could feel the heavy tension and she hated it. She couldn’t help but think this was going to be the end of their relationship. The thought of that possibility made her physically sick. She couldn’t lose him. She loved this boy with her all, she couldn’t give him up just like that.

Monty tugged at the ends of his hair and sighed. “I don’t want this anymore, Y/N. I want to be alone.“

Y/N felt like everything was crashing down on her. She swallowed hard, trying to hold back the tears that were threatening to spill. “Fine,” She seethed. “Just leave.”

You think you wanna be alone
Just wait until you’re crying on the shower floor
It hits you in the chest, ‘bout every day you’re done
Cause once you let it go you better know its gone

Monty tried to contact Y/N at least a few times after that night. She didn’t bother returning any of his calls or texts. He tried talking to her at school but she did a good job at avoiding him. She was absolutely dejected and she hated it. She hated how broken she was.

“Y/N, wait up!” Zach jogged over, stopping in front of her.

She bit her lip in unease. “This better be important. I’m almost late for class.”

“Well, uh listen, you gotta talk to Monty,” She scoffed at his words before letting him continue. “You guys need to sort this out. He hasn’t been doing well lately.”

She snapped at the mention of Monty. “And you think I am? Sorry to be rude but I see that this conversation isn’t important. I should get going.” She stormed away leaving Zach dumbfounded.

Just like Y/N, Monty was drowning in the ocean of heartbreak and regret. He felt broken too. He was always over at Bryce’s, getting drunk and wallowing in sadness. When he threw those last words at her that night, he immediately regretted it. All the anger and pain from their arguments the past few days, got to him and he took it out on her. It was all in the heat of the moment. He didn’t just want her back, he needed her back, but he knew that was near to impossible.

It’s never the same, uh, yeah, after the breakup
It’s never the same, love, don’t try to make up

Monty stepped out of the car and headed towards the front door of Y/N’s house. It’s been almost three weeks since their break up and Y/N finally agreed to his request of talking things out.

To say he was nervous was an understatement. He ran his hands through his hair, trying to calm himself down before ringing the doorbell. A few seconds passed before the door opened, revealing Y/N. He stared at her in awe. She looked better than ever, its almost as if his absence hadn’t affected her. In fact, she looked happier.

“You can, uh, come in.” She mumbled awkwardly before opening the door fully, letting him in.

He took a seat on the end of the couch and Y/N walked over and sat on the other end, she wanted to be as far away as possible from him.

“Y/N,” He looked at her, sincerity evident in his eyes. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have yelled at you like that. I shouldn’t have blown you off for Justin and Zach when it was our special day. For fuck’s sake, what was I thinking? I would pick my girlfriend over anything else. I should have been there. I’m sorry for ignoring all your effort and making you feel unimportant. I was so insensitive to your feelings. Y/N, letting you go was my biggest mistake. Please let me make it up to you, take me back.

“Ex girlfriend,” She corrected rather harshly. She closed her eyes and pinched the bridge of her nose before speaking again. “I had a lot of time to think about us and honestly, Monty, you’re right. I don’t think this will work out. Plus, I’m not gonna allow myself to be treated like shit again.” He could feel his heart shatter as she spoke.

She took a deep breath. “I’m sorry but I think breaking up is for the best.” He simply nodded at her, too upset to come up with a response.

They stood at the doorway, saying their goodbyes. He looked at her for the last time and in that moment, it dawned upon him, that he, Montgomery de la Cruz had lost the girl he loved for good.


Originally posted by y-ta

Genre: Smut

Pairing: Johnny Seo x Reader

Word Count: 3,293 words

Summary: Johnny gets on your nerves. Of course, this makes Johnny want you even more.

You weren’t attracted to Johnny by any means. He disgusted you. He was a playboy, flirting with every girl he saw. You constantly saw him on campus, a new girl around his arm each time. You lived in the same dorm as him but if you lived on the same floor as the guys, you were sure you’d see a new girl leaving his room every other morning. Thankfully, you lived on the second floor.

It wasn’t that Johnny was ugly because he wasn’t. In fact, he was rather good looking. However, his personality was too much for you. He could be so cocky and there was nothing that you hated more than a man with a huge ego. He had the looks, the grades, and more. He could play the piano, too. But none of that mattered to you. He annoyed you. His very presence annoyed you.

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Jack and Mark’s Demons

Alright, Dark and Anti theory time!

(Just giving you a heads up, it’s a bit long so thank you in advance if you take your time to read this!)

So, we all know about Antisepticeye and Darkiplier, right? (well, obviously ahah). Ok I’ve been thinking. What if @therealjacksepticeye and @markiplier sold their souls to demons for the fame and subs?

So it’d be like “hey so I sell you my soul and in exchange you make me YouTube famous and give me a lot of subs, how bout dah” and the demons would be like “yeah man, I gotcha, but in exchange you’ll let me take over your body once in a while, and no one would even notice because I would act the same way as you, it’s just that I can have a little freedom every now and then” and Jack and Mark would agree on those terms.

So, that’s what happened. They made the contract, gained their subs and fame and in exchange they would let the demons take their body occasionally as we can see on some of Jack’s videos such as Split personalities| reading your comments #47, and I think it’s safe to say kill or be killed| undertale #9  (and other undertale videos) when Jack did Flowey’s voice, or Mark’s videos such as Don’t Blink and don’t move, amongst others. 

Obviously, the demons did an amazing job at pretending to be Mark and Jack as we all caught on that something wasn’t right. In fear of being exposed, they shut out their demons and carried on with their normal lives. After all they already had a good fan base so even if the demons abandoned them, they could carry on gaining subs just by themselves, without supernatural help. 

This, obviously wasn’t well thought by Jack and Mark. If there’s one thing I know from basic knowledge and research and the Supernatural series (pfft) is that, if you mess with the supernatural, you’re fucked. These two shut out the demons they made a contract with. Obviously that pissed them off. After all the things they did for Jack and Mark, after all the subs and fame, this is how they treat them? That’s not fair! So, they started working on ways to get back at them for betraying them. They both worked towards a simple goal. Hurt their humans in the worst way possible for them.

For Jack, losing his voice, the thing that makes him stand out the most from other youtubers, would be the worst thing that could happen to him. Not being able to talk would be torture (and we all know Jack loves to ramble, he can pull a 20 minutes’ video out of his ass just by talking about pineapple pizza!), and he would lose his subs and fame and everything he worked on. So what did Anti do? He sliced Jack’s throat. He took Jack’s voice away so he could take over his body again. Maybe that’s one of the reasons why Anti’s voice is so glitchy now. In the past, you could understand him just fine (in the split personalities video and the undertale videos), but now you can’t understand him that well and that’s because he ruined jack’s most valuable thing about himself, even if it was temporary, or a symbolic thing. But the wound is open now and Anti can take over Jack’s body more easily again. Another proof? Jack got sick after is Pax panel 2017. What happened in his panel? Anti made an appearance. What was the most affected thing when jack got sick after that? His voice.

For Mark, hurting the ones he loves the most would be the worst thing ever. We all know how Mark is so caring about his fans, you can see that every time he cries for us, those tears are real. And Dark knows it. He knows we’re his weakness. At first, he tried to hurt Mark, as we can see on the video Relax. But I have the feeling Mark is one of those people who would rather be the one to get hurt to protect the other person. So Dark decided it would be useless to hurt Mark. Specially since he already hurts and tortures himself every time he does something like the ice bath challenge ahahah, I can just picture Dark facepalming while watching Mark doing these kinds of videos. anyway, Dark decided to wait for the perfect opportunity to strike back. The perfect opportunity to finally be able to hurt the ones Mark loves. And when did that happen? On valentine’s day. The day you spend with someone you really care about. It was the perfect timing to attack. And that’s what Dark did. Not only would he get to hurt and mentally torture us but he would get to do the same things to Mark. Dark threatened usI can specially take you to the places where you don’t want to go”/ “THERE’S NOTHING YOU OR HE CAN DO TO STOP ME!”/ you’re never, ever going to escape me, and mentally tortured us by

1)      Putting us on a loop every time we chose the “Exit” option, which would drive us crazy since we were the only ones aware of the fact that this was a never-ending loop of either watching Mark dig the floor with a damn spoon  -____- or us being attacked by the crazy cook every time we wanted to escape;

2)      Making us choose which Mark to kill and the fear of killing the wrong one (I don’t know about you guys but when it came to the time of choosing which Mark to kill, it gave me anxiety xD)

And as for Mark, not only was he tortured as well, by watching us go through all that, he was also killed and more than once! Killed and brought back to life multiple times can’t be good for you.

The reason Anti and Dark had different approaches to Jack and Mark was because they’re different types of demons. Different types of demons for different types of people. 

This was Antisepticeye and Darkiplier’s way of showing Jack and Mark they can’t back down on a deal made with demons.

Now that we know about their existence, ţ̶̜̫̝̽h̴̟̱̳̬͒̌̈͛͑̅͘ȩ̷͕̘͕̦̋͋̐̉͛r̵͉̭͂e̶͕̮̘̍͐́͒͑̆̊'̸̼͎̋̽̊̀̾̉̅ͅŝ̵̛̹͕̻̳̰̂ ̷͔͇̱̜̣̉ͅͅn̷̛̹̺̆̇́ȯ̷͖́̋̚͠ ̶̢̡̰̤̘̮̋̽̓̉p̶̛͕͉̯͙̈́̌ö̸̤̺́͑͊̈́̓̕͜i̴̗͚̦̥̳͍̋̓̽͊͊̓͠n̶̡̢̢͈̹̹̿̅̑͝ṱ̵̛͕̳͎̾̌͘ ̸̢͉̳̫̣̜͇̐͗̏̆́̌͠i̴̢̩̙̣̫̽͊̕n̷̙̞̄̏̀͑͘̕ ̷̡̗͖͔͍̿̆̉͗̾̈́h̵̳̹̻̜͇̿i̴̲͙͒̓̈́͑̒͂d̸̜̰͎̟͆̄͑͌͘͜i̴̡̖͙͔̞̲̋n̶̡͍̮̘̮͛́͠ͅg̷͚͈̓̇̆̊̎̚ ̸̥̥̼̒̾̉͆͂̍å̴͚͓͘n̶͓̆ͅỷ̶͔̱̄̉̃m̶̘͐̒̅̂͑͝o̴̡̻̖̹̬͌ŗ̶͍̜̭́̒̿́̄̚ȅ̷̠̥̜̬͚̺̘̓͆̆̄̈.̸̛̙̩̝̫̺̈́̌͆͑̎͆͜.

(jokes aside, we all know Jack and Mark gained their subs and fame for their talent and kindness because they’re genuinely amazing people)

edit: it looks like part of my theory looks like this specific theory that is absolutely amazing as well, but I don’t want it to look like I’ve stole it from the person who wrote it so I’m crediting them. if you haven’t read it, I suggest you do because it’s really good! @fandombandomrandom42 I just want to apologise again for making you think I stole this idea from your theory without crediting you :/

shanti-o  asked:

i usually hate these posts, because i get it, my birthday is special to literally no one on the internet but myself, so it's a dumb excuse to ask for shit, but, fuck it. it's my birthday and i'm depressed as fuck and college sucks so may i please ask you, my fandom dad, to just tell me about yuuri katsuki, anxious international student who is this close to deciding no, he can't actually do this college overseas thing, and victor nikiforov, who shows him how loved he didn't realize he is?

HAPPY BIRTHDAY SWEET BEAN.  i hope that you feel better throughout the day and that college gets better!! college was totally a void for me; i spent one year getting devastatingly trashed, and another three years Not Sleeping and trying to kill myself with work.  the good times i had in college are definitely punctuated and defined by how hard so much of it was to endure.  i’m rooting for you xx

and as far as anxious internationa studentl yuuri katsuki goes, he lives off of black coffee and spaghetti and basement pizza.  anxious international student yuuri katsuki is not doing great in classes, and maybe he doesn’t belong here, and he’s not the best at making friends, even though his one good friend and roommate, beautiful sunflower international student phichit claims all of the anonymous HEY YOU! shoutouts in the school newspaper talking about Cute Boy Asleep Under Table In Student Union Building or the Hotchkin Hall Hotass are referring to him.  beautiful sunflower international student phichit tries to get him to loosen up and takes him out to a party and gives him two blue pills with little dolphins on them that yuuri chases with a plastic cup of shitty sweet american lager, except instead of getting yuuri to loosen up, he ends up having a panic attack and laying down on the wet, cold concrete of the sidewalk outside just to feel something cool, which is how beautiful TA victor nikiforov finds him.  

it’s really embarrassing to talk to someone like beautiful TA victor nikiforov for the first time while soaked to the bone and rolling your nuts off.  yuuri has one class three days a week where victor helps, and yuuri always sits in the very back behind someone he’s sure stands at a height that makes participation on the school basketball team mandatory.  yuuri katsuki does not dare fly too close to the sun.  (maybe someday, he thinks, when they’re older they’ll both be at a conference together, and victor will recognize him across a crowded hotel lobby.  “you wrote those papers,” victor will say, “years and years ago.  i always drew smiley faces on the top in red marker,” because he does, and yuuri likes to pretend that he doesn’t do that with anyone else’s papers.)

despite what being in close proximity to beautiful TA victor nikiforov does to his heart rate, beautiful TA victor nikiforov manages to talk to him in a calm, engaging and funny way, and lets yuuri word vomit in return, and beautiful TA victor nikiforov eventually escorts yuuri back to the international house off campus.  

it is the next morning that yuuri realizes, with great shame, he must either change his major or leave the school entirely, because he cannot spend any more time in the presence of beautiful TA victor nikiforov.  

he ends up dropping the class and losing the credit.  he just can’t– he can’t go back to that class.  if he stays at this school past the end of the year, he’ll make the credit up somehow.  but right now he just, he can’t.  

it’s two and a half months later when he’s still there for winter break, not wanting to waste money on a flight home.  he’s walking through the slush to get dinner on christmas eve alone.  this is when he runs into beautiful TA victor nikiforov again.

beautiful TA victor nikiforov is very sad that anxious international student yuuri katsuki dropped his class! after yuuri left there was nothing to look forward to between one and three on mondays, wednesdays and thursdays!  why would you abandon me, yuuri? beautiful TA victor nikiforov (call me victor!) says, practically running him over when he sees yuuri across the street.  anxious international student yuuri katsuki doesn’t know what to say, except, “i’m going to get dinner, would you–?”

which is how they end up at a KFC at nine at night on christmas eve.  

“in japan, christmas is a romantic holiday,” yuuri says, realizing out loud.  “a lot of couples come to places like KFC, it just felt–”

“oh, is this a date, yuuri?” victor asks.  his voice sounds teasing, but when yuuri tries to jump up from the table and hide in a trash can, victor grabs his hand and looks him in the eye and it feels very serious.  “it’s okay if it’s a date, yuuri.”

“o-oh?” yuuri says.  

(and then, idk???? idk where i’m going with this.  yuuri does body shots of KFC gravy off of victor in the mens room?  like, why not, right? anyway, i hope you feel better!!) 

your love will be safe with me

pairing: Clint Barton x reader 

summary: Clint and reader are best friends. But is that all they are?

word count: 1200ish

warnings: light, blink and you’ll miss it angst + f l u f f 

a/n: This is a little something for my love @buckysberrie. HAPPY BIRTHDAY MAR!!! I HOPE YOU ENJOY YOUR BIRTHDAY AND YOUR FICS!! 

Title from Re:Stacks by Bon Iver.

Originally posted by talkinboutmyimagination

“I didn’t even realize you were slowly moving in until I noticed your stuff’s kind of… everywhere.” Clint motioned around the bedroom, directing a pointed stare your way.

You quirked a brow. “Is that a problem?”

He shrugged. “Not really. What man doesn’t want to live with their hot best friend?”

You snorted. “Please. You love living with me.”

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anonymous asked:

Hi so, you don't really have to do this, but I was wondering if you had any headcanons about Keith and pidge? Or maybe Shiro and Pidge (romantic or platonic) (this message took forever to type because my phone kept trying to autocorrect pidge to pigeon)

Keith and Pidge:

  • They send each other music they think they might like!
  • Keith helps Pidge learn how to fight better and use her size as an advantage in combat.
  • Keith is the only person Pidge can tolerate when she’s on her period because he sits with her and doesn’t talk.
  • They both love their pizzas extra cheesy and soaked in grease.
  • Pidge likes saying things to freak him out like “Dude, if you marry Allura you’re gonna be, like, king of the Alteans. Good luck with that.” Keith tells her to shut up… and then he doesn’t sleep for five days.
  • Keith looks at Gunther. “…what’s wrong with your dog’s face?” Pidge snaps back “WHAT’S WRONG WITH YOUR FACE?!?!?!?!”

Shiro and Pidge:

  • Pidge is the only person who can tell when Shiro is drunk.
  • They have this uncanny ability to understand each other that only gets better with time. After a few years they can have entire conversations with glances and minor changes in facial expressions.
  • As Pidge works on Shiro’s arm, he asks her to leave her own mark to show that it’s not the Galra Empire’s arm anymore. She engraves a large flower into the inside of it.
  • Once, they fought over the 3DS and Colleen took it away from them.
  • They sometimes meditate together.
  • Neither of them know how to cook. Bless their hearts.
  • He lets her get away with waaaay more than she should.
The Care and Keeping of Your Alien Baby

by: mldrgrl
Rated: PG
Summary: portrait of an alien baby baby mama and alien baby baby daddy

With Scully on maternity leave and Mulder with all the time in the world, the only thing he could think to do was show up at her apartment early in the mornings and leave late into the night.  She didn’t seem to mind…much.  He made excuses for it, called it boredom, but the truth was, since her brief little hospital stint, he was terrified of not being there if something went wrong.

Scully was hellbent on what the pregnancy books he’d been reading called “nesting.”  She cleaned cupboards, or tried to, but her belly always seemed to be in the way and since Mulder kept insisting he was there to help, not to be a nuisance to her, she put him to work.  So, he cleaned cupboards and emptied the little spare room under her scrutiny and supervision, boxing up books and knick knacks to take to goodwill later in the week.  He painted the walls a soft eggshell, questioning why it wasn’t pink or blue or seafoam green or sunshine yellow, but she shook her head and insisted on eggshell.

The crib she ordered came in a box, the instructions with it came in French.  Mulder sat on the floor in the freshly painted, sparsely furnished spare room and metaphorically scratched his head as he studied the drawings of little wooden pieces that didn’t seem to fit where they were supposed to.  

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Jughead & Reader: Confession

Summary: You and Jughead live together just as friends but you always wished for more. One night Jughead comes home slightly drunk and confesses his feelings for you. That night changed everything.

Requested by: anonymous

Listen to: The Days - AVICII

“Whose turn is it to do dishes?” Jughead asked as he hopped over the back of the couch and sat next to you casually. You knew deep down he was actually impressed that he made it over the back of the couch this time and didn’t tumble like he did a few days ago. 

You looked at him. “We’ve been over this,” you said as you muted the show you were watching. 

Jughead smiled innocently at you. “Remind me again.”

You huffed. “Monday, Wednesday, and Friday, you do the dishes. Tuesday, Thursday, Saturday, and Sunday, I do them.”

He nodded and looked at the TV for a few seconds before looking back at you. “I’ll give you a beer if you do the dishes for me tonight.”

He thought he was so slick offering you something in return for doing his chore. You turned to him and sat up straight. “Jughead Jones, the beer you are trying to offer me is my beer because you forgot to pick some up the other night when you went shopping. So I respectfully decline your ridiculous offer. Now go and do the dishes.” You laughed and shoved him. 

Jughead groaned and got off the couch, making his way to the kitchen. When you heard the water running and the sound of him banging pots and pans together, you laughed to yourself. 

After living with Jughead for half a year, he still tries to get out of his share of his chores. While that might drive some people crazy, it only amused you and solidified the fact that you were head over heels for him. Even though he was messy, you still cared about him and loved him. 

Although you felt that way, you planned on never telling him. You didn’t want to think about what would happen if the two of you broke up. Not only would you be out a best friend, you’d be out an apartment. So you figured it best to keep your feelings to yourself and just accept the fact that for as long you live, you and Jughead will remain best friends and nothing more.

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Admirer-CrankGameplays Imagine

Requested: Nope

Plot: Ethan has a crush on Y/N and during a stream he can’t help but smile as he watches them. Also, the chat can’t help but notice.

Warnings: None, just fluff

Paring: Ethan x NonGendered!Reader

Word Count: 947

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anonymous asked:

Hi !!!! First of all i love your blog and your writing !!! Do you have any headcanons for isak talking to even about his family and life at home when he was younger? I'm a sucker for h/c so that'd be great !! Hope you're having a lovely day 💝

  • it’s the nicest things Isak remembers that are the hardest to share, because everything feels a little bit tainted by how violently it all fell apart
    • he’ll be sharing a fun memory of the day the football team he played on age 8 won their championship and his parents took him for pizza and let him babble about the two (two!!!!) goals he scored and then his voice will trail off and Even just pulls him closer and kisses his forehead and says that maybe one day they’ll all be having dinner praising Isak on his university grades rather than the goals he scored
    • Isak particularly struggles talking about his mother, because even though he’s learned a lot about mental illness he still feels such a disconnect between his mother he remembers from his childhood and his mother now. talking about her before she really got ill always make him a little teary eyed, but Even always wipes those tears away
      • Isak mostly feels bad about how harshly he judged his mother, how harshly he still does sometimes judge her, for something she can’t control but hurts him so much.
      • Even always squirms a bit when Isak admits this, because he knows he himself has caused Isak pain with his illness through no fault of his own and it places him in the uncomfortable position of empathising with Isak’s mother and feeling incredibly bad for Isak
      • talking about Isak’s mother inevitably leads to them having a brief talk about their own mental health, about how they’ll look after each other through the ups and downs and sideways and whatever else life throws at them because neither of them could just leave the other like Isak’s dad left his wife
  • Isak doesn’t have a lot of memories of his dad, but all of them leave a bitter taste in both Isak and Even’s mouths because neither of them are particularly fond of Terje Valtersen
  • a lot of the time Isak doesn’t need to talk for Even to see the impact his childhood had on him
    • the first time they had a proper fight and Even rose his voice he watched the way Isak immediately switched off. the lights were on but no one was home. after that Even made sure to keep his voice level during arguments so they can talk it out rather than set off Isak’s hard wired self preservation instinct.
    • their upstairs neighbours quite often have screaming matches and Even hates it because Isak almost always ends up in their bed with the pillow jammed over his head.
      • he starts off putting his music on and playing it so loud that Even can hear the earbuds crackling a little, but their neighbours seem to shout at a trillion decibels
      • Even doesn’t want his boyfriend to go deaf though, so he always removes the earphones and Isak goes straight for the bed. it isn’t a question that Even will follow. he wraps Isak in their duvet in safe cosy little boyfriend burrito and tries to distract Isak through the noise
      • after the first couple of times when Even realised this was going to be a regular occurrence he saved up some money and bought Isak noise cancelling headphones (Isak was very grateful for those)
  • there are times when Isak will tell Even something and Even is the one to get upset, because it isn’t fair that Isak had to deal with so much so young
    • Isak just shakes his head and tells Even that he’d do it all over again - living in Eskild’s basement and all - if it meant it lead him to that moment right then lying in Even’s arms trading secrets and kisses and feeling safer than he ever has in his entire life
Fuck boy || Ethan Dolan

SUMMARY - Ever found yourself talking to a fuck boy? If so, this should be familiar. (part 2 if requested)

WARNING - PG-13? i mean this is just typical high school bullshit with a happy ending (in a part 2). some dirty talk and touching thoooooo (just a lil)




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imagine Yurio all nervous and freaking out cause Otabek asked him out for dinner. it’s not like he said “hey man, let’s go grab some food, maybe pizza or something”. no. he meant actual dinner. in real restaurant. what if it will be awkward? what if Yuri will do something stupid? what if Otabek will stop liking Yuri cause he is just a 16 year old boy and he doesn’t know much about going out to an elegant restaurant like an adult?

(ok maybe I am exaggerating a little cause that place in the fanart doesn’t look super fancy but let’s say this situation I am talking about happened before some other date maybe)

so poor Yuri is so anxious but then when Otabek shows up on his doorstep, dressed nicely, hair perfectly stylized (as always), smelling so good (Otabek always smells good, Yuri secretly loves his cologne - this is the reason why he always “accidentally” steals Otabek’s hoodies), he smiles at Yuri, this small smile but it reaches his eyes and Yuri adores it, and ask him “are you ready or not?” Yuri feels nice warmth in his chest and can’t help smiling back and suddenly he forgets about being nervous.

the thing that Yuri will never  find out about (or maybe he will?) is that less than an hour earlier Otabek was freaking out too, cause what if Yuri won’t like the place? what if he will make himself a fool or something? what if this night will be a disaster and Yuri won’t talk to him ever again????

in the end they spent very nice evening together. they had a delicious dinner. and even if it was super fancy restaurant they had fun talking the whole time and laughing. later they went for a walk and had ice creams and at some point Otabek linked their hands and they both blushed so hard but none of them took his hand back so they continued their walk but now holding hands. when it got late Otabek drove Yuri home on his motorcycle and walked him to the door and then Yuri thanked him for nice evening and Otabek said that he had fun too and then they both went silent and Yuri smiled and kissed Otabek for the first time.

and after the kiss Yuri smiles and says they should do it again sometime and Beka is like “you mean date or kiss?” and Yurio says “both” while grinning so Otabek leans in and kisses him again.

anonymous asked:

I love that pasta is basically the only thing Yuuri eats in your fics

IS THIS TRUE?? Anon, since I have an English paper due tomorrow that I haven’t started, and since I’m curious, I’m now going to do a comprehensive study of food (and specifically pasta) mentions in all of my fics.

Five Times Viktor And Yuuri Were Jealous Of Makkachin (and the one time they weren’t) - pasta mentions: 0

  • one vague mention of food, which is never specified
    • Viktor watches the scene in shock, the food that they had just bought completely forgotten on the picnic table in front of him.

Accidentally Seductive - pasta mentions: 0

  • one metaphor containing food, once again the food is not specified
    • (Because negative things and Yuuri just didn’t fit well together. It was like mixing together two different foods with different textures.)

The Fundamentals of Caring - pasta mentions: 0

  • Popcorn
  • Blueberry muffins
  • Chocolate peanut butter ice cream

Five Times Viktor Got Jealous (and the one time Yuuri noticed) - pasta mentions: 1

  • There is unspecified food at a restaurant
  • Yuuri eats pasta! Specifically Phichit’s father’s pad thai

Not Jealous - pasta mentions: 0

  • Yuuri’s boyfriend brings him an unspecified lunch
  • Takeout food is mentioned in a hypothetical scenario Victor comes up with while daydreaming about Yuuri
    • [He] Wants to lay in bed with him and watch television shows and order takeout food with him and take long walks with him and do all of those ridiculous, sappy things.

all the world’s a stage - pasta mentions: 4

  • When Phichit first tells Yuuri about the job they are given unspecified food. 
    • His mind has gone haywire, his heart thumping in his chest. A waiter comes by and sets food in front of them, but he can hardly even see it.
  • Victor and Yuuri go out on a date to a restaurant, but the food is never explicitly mentioned.
  • Yuuri and Victor order and enjoy pizza
  • Makkachin eats dog food
  • They eat chips and salsa while watching Phichit skate
  • They eat popcorn when they watch Phichit skate again
  • They eat Pringles at Victor’s house one time
  • Yuuri was going to get unspecified food when he was intimidated by the paparazzi waiting for him
  • Christophe suggests Victor brings Yuuri’s family food when he’s going to fly to surprise him
  • The night after the gala Victor makes Yuuri food and puts it on a tray
  • At some point, Phichit and Yuuri go to a diner and eat unspecified food
  • Yuuri makes Victor piroshki and also makes katsudon several times throughout the story
  • There is a mention of eating a 32 inch Snickers bar
    • And how would one go about eating a 32 inch Snickers Bar in the first place?
  • There are four mentions of pasta in this fic, although pasta is never explicitly eaten.
    • 1. Victor thinks that anything Yuuri says would sound good. A pack of rabid raccoons? Cruel and unusual punishments? Ketchup and pasta?
    • 2. “Do you feel like Chinese? I could go for Chinese,” Victor muses. “Or maybe just pasta or something. I don’t know. Pizza again? Always a good choice. Oooh, or katsudon. You’ve gotten me hooked on katsudon, I’m afraid.”
    • 3. “I thought he was sick,” Yurio answers. “Relax, he probably had bad pasta or something. It happens.”
    • 4. Phichit is a firm believer in pasta Thursdays, a tradition that is held dear to all of their hearts.

centripetal force - pasta mentions: 4

  • Yurio wants to talk about food bc Victor is annoying him by being smitten™
    • “Let’s talk about food now. I want to talk about food.”
  • Yuuri eats a sandwich at the quad. Phichit also has a sandwich.
    • Yuuri moans in response to the first bite of his sandwich. “I’m starving,” he realizes.
  • Both Yuuri and Victor eat pasta!
    • “I’m getting pasta,” Victor tells him, heading off towards the pasta station. Yuuri gets pasta, too. Then they’re sitting across from each other, except Yuuri has already begun digging into his food, and Victor hasn’t, is just watching him.
  • Yuuri gets Victor a blueberry muffin when he’s hungover after the Halloween party
  • Yuuri brings pastries for Phichit and himself then starts crying while holding the bag
  • Victor orders Yuuri pasta in Saint Petersburg
    • Victor attacks Yuuri’s pasta with his fork, eats a bite of it. “See,” he explains through a mouthful, “your weakness is your empathy, Yuuri.”
  • They eat piroshki together
  • At some point, Yuuri brings Victor a bag of unspecified food
  • Victor is mentioned eating pasta at some point
    • “This is good,” Victor states firmly, digging into his pasta.
  • Pasta Thursday is mentioned to be a thing on campus
    • Yuuri is hungry, one day, so he walks to the dining hall for a late dinner. Victor is working on a project, so Yuuri is alone, yawning with thoughts of Pasta Thursday on his mind.

how the mighty fall (in love) - pasta mentions: 1

  • Victor orders a sandwich and Yuuri orders pasta
    • They sit down at a booth. It’s Italian food, which Victor enjoys. He orders a sandwich, Yuuri orders a pasta dish.
  • Victor has unspecified takeout food in Saint Petersburg


The most pasta mentions is a tie between centripetal force and all the world’s a stage. However, pasta is never explicitly said to be eaten in all the world’s a stage. As I have continued writing, the pasta mentions have increased, but this is also most likely due to the fact that most of my latter fics are multi-chapter, whereas the beginning ones are one-shots. The fic with the best food, in my opinion, is The Fundamentals of Caring. I do really like pasta.


anonymous asked:

If you had a moment, could we see Maggie/Alex reaching out to find their own support when the other is going through a rough patch, please? My girlfriend's struggling with depression a lot and I'm getting there with the whole support-her-but-still-look-after-myself thing, but it's a struggle because I'm really not good at asking for help. Thanks in advance, Mum! :)

Maggie’s used to taking care of people.

She’s used to it because it’s really all she ever does.

She overempathizes – she always has – but not deep, not hard, not desperate.

Because what she told Alex is true: there aren’t a lot of people that she cares about. Like, really cares about.

Abstractly, she cares about everybody. It’s why she is who she is.

But personally, passionately?

She cares about Alex.

A lot.

So when Alex sinks into a deep depression after Jeremiah, after almost losing Kara again, again, again, and when Alex tries – hard – not to drink, and fails once, and fails again, and Maggie picks up the pieces, she’s happy to do it.

Happy to do it, because god, she loves her, she loves her, she loves her.

Which is precisely why it’s so hard to watch Alex gasp for breath, tears streaking down her face, apologizing, apologizing, apologizing, her words slurring and the kisses she tries to give her sloppy – kisses that Maggie doesn’t accept because “not like this, baby, not when you’re drunk” – tasting like whiskey.

Which is precisely why it’s so hard to watch Alex sit on the couch, remote in hand, bottle of club soda open next to her, eyes vacant, not moving, not doing anything but staring at god knows what on the television, for hours, hours, hours on end.

She and Kara develop shifts.

To be with her. To take care of her.

Because alone time is important.

But right now, for Alex, alone time is a bit dangerous.

It was going to be Maggie’s night – they were going to watch movies and cuddle.

But she watched a child nearly die in the field today, and she can’t, she can’t, she can’t, be even partially responsible for someone else’s mood, for taking care of someone right now.

She calls her, though, because she needs to make sure.

Needs to make sure Alex feels loved. Feels cared for. Feels adored.

Because she is, she is, she is.

“Hey babe, how you doing?”

“Bored. I want an invasion or an explosion or something.”

Maggie grins and shakes her head faintly. “You’re in a league of your own, Danvers. Listen, I was thinking about tonight – would it be okay if I duck out of movies and Kara comes over instead? I had a rough case today, and I kind of just wanted to blow of some steam and lose my cool a little bit – “

“No, no, of course. Kara’s here right now, I – hey, wanna do a movie tonight?”

Maggie pulls the phone away from her ear at the sound of Kara’s excited squeal. There’s shuffling and static and then Kara’s voice takes over from Alex’s.

“Hey Maggie! I have just the musical in mind for me and Alex to watch! But um…”

Maggie hears footsteps, and Kara is clearly walking rapidly away from her sister.

“Are you okay?”

Maggie sighs. “Yeah, Little Danvers, I just… I need to take care of myself a bit, I need – “

“Yeah. Yeah, of course Maggie, whatever you need. Should I send Winn and James over to your place with boxing gloves and beer?”

She’s ready to say no.

No because she already feels horrible – like she’s abandoning Alex, pawning her off onto Kara, like she’s being a terrible girlfriend, like she’s being unsupportive and insensitive and a general, all around selfish asshole – by canceling their date, but she can barely breathe because her own depression is so strong, she can barely fight the gravity pulling at her chest because the weight of her own hurt is so heavy.

But Kara would die to protect Alex.

Hell, Kara has none of Alex’s ruthlessness, but she would kill to protect Alex.

And Kara isn’t angry. Kara isn’t calling Maggie selfish and accusing her of abandoning her sister.

Instead, Kara is offering to send in the cavalry to make sure that Maggie, too, is getting what she needs.

And the idea of Winn with boxing gloves really is hilarious.

“Yeah. Yeah, okay, ask them. Please.”

“Great! Okay, let me give you back to Alex – “

“Little Danvers – thank you.”

“Thank you, Maggie. I’m proud of you. Here’s your girl.”


“Hey beautiful. I’m sorry – I think Kara’s gonna make you watch another musical.”

“Pfft. That’s what she thinks.”



“You know I love you, right, babe? And you know I’m so proud of you for how strong you’re being, with everything that’s going on?”

There’s a long silence, and she thinks she hears Alex sniffle.

“I love you too, Mags. Have a good time unwinding with the boys tonight, okay? Maybe we can get breakfast in the morning?”

“I’d love that.”

And, in the morning, she does.

But she also winds up loving her night.

Because James and Winn don’t ask questions when they come over.

Winn has pizza and beer, and James has a gym bag, and he admires the heavy bag Maggie has set up in the corner of her studio while Winn bustles through her kitchen grabbing plates and tugging through drawers for her bottle openers.

They don’t talk about anything real until James and Maggie have finally taught Winn to throw a proper punch, Maggie showing him how to align his fist, James helping him rotate his hips properly.

Winn begs for a break – “I finally did it right! Gotta go off on a high, right?” and collapses onto her couch with a slice and a bottle in his hands. He watches Maggie wrap her wrists, James steady the bag, and Maggie dig into it with perfect form, with perfectly dispassionate passion.

Of course Alex is in love with her.

Winn cheers her on around mouthfuls of pizza and gulps of beer and she grins and punches harder.

But her punches become less about form and more about rage after a while, and James and Winn exchange glances. Winn changes tactics.

“So how’s she doing? Your woman?” he in between Maggie’s blows and James’s soft encouragement.

Maggie freezes and James gently reminds her to relax her shoulders, and her nearly clips the side of his face with the force of her next punch.

“Not great.”

Jab, jab. Uppercut.

“I mean, of course she’s great. She’s amazing. I just… It’s never hurt me this much.”

Jab. Uppercut. Jab jab. Kick. Hook. Hook. Kick.

“What’s never hurt you this much?” James asks, eyes on Maggie’s, hands bracing the bag.

She slams into it until she can’t anymore.

“I love her. I love her. I love her like I’ve never loved anyone, and watching her hurt? It… it makes me want to… to murder people, you know, but… but sometimes there aren’t any people to murder, sometimes it’s just… brain chemistry or something, you know, and I can’t do anything about it, at all, so it’s helpless, I’m helpless, and I just… I love her. You know? I just love her so much.”

She rests her forehead on the bag for a moment, panting, sweating, staring at nothing in particular. At anything but James or Winn’s face.

The boys glance at each other, James with a soft smile on his face, because god, Alex has long deserved someone who loves her like this.

Winn swallows a gulp of pizza – he’d stopped chewing while Maggie was talking – and stares at her for a long moment.

“You know what makes everything better, Maggie?”

She grunts and halfway turns her face in his direction.


“You know I can still toss you in lockup for fun,” she deadpans, but she tugs off her wraps and grabs a slice, collapsing on the couch next to him anyway. James follows suit and settles on the floor in front of them.

“You know Lois almost died. A lot. When Lucy and I were together. Hazard of being Superman’s girlfriend, I guess. And Lucy would really get… well, down. She’d collapse in on herself, kind of like Alex tends to do.”

“It’s not a coincidence they’re both soldiers,” Winn chugs his beer, and Maggie toasts him silently, thoughtfully, with her own bottle.

“And it was hard. Watching her going through it, and feeling like I couldn’t do anything about it. But what you’re doing right now, Maggie? Taking a night to take care of yourself, to make sure you have the boundaries you need? Letting yourself acknowledge when you have your own tough day, and do what you need to do for yourself? That’s just as important as taking care of Alex directly, Maggie.”

“The man speaks the truth, Sawyer,” Winn chimes softly, and Maggie exhales slowly, softly.

“I’m not abandoning her?”

She keeps her voice steady and she keeps her voice invulnerable, but the question itself almost tears her throat on the way out anyway.


“Absolutely not.”

“Anyway, Alex told me she’s going to make her watch Not Another Teen Movie.”

“Alex hates that movie,” Maggie’s brow furrows.

James grins. “Kara hates it more.”

“That’s… unexpected.”

“The Danvers girls are unpredictable,” Winn declares, and Maggie grins.

“And lovable. Super, super lovable.”

The boys both sigh with soft, resigned grins, and all three of them drink – deeply – at the same moment.

“Yep. Yep, they are.”

kittfox  asked:

If it's okay, can I have a scenario where MC is a pizza delivery girl with pining RFA members?

the only thing that got stuck in my head after this is that one fcking song Jonas Brothers sang


• pizza isn’t really what he usually have on his food lists due to many reasons and he have kept a good tab on not eating take-out unless its a salad or smth really healthy

• but with his fridge empty and a late day of practicing for a upcoming play he decided that yeah, one day of junk food isn’t going to ruin him. He’ll just run it off and work it out later- no prob bob

• what he least expected was to be met by a really charming pizza deliverer that had his heartbeat go up a bit faster than usual 

• had a bit of a small talk after them kinda recognizing him from somewhere, he low key tells them about said upcoming play… maybe they wanna come?? oh ya they do

• smooth af zen, you go u bad boi. Now his stomach is full and happy but so is his heart. He is very much looking forward to see them again.


• he had a sleepover with his friends from college- to study you know? aka to play games and sleepovers need to have some kinda junk food and pizza is perf 

• so after deciding to call after the pizza they play a good game of Mario Cart and the one who loses has to get the pizza and pay lala all that shazaam.  

• Yoosung lost greatly as he fell victim to the blue shells one to many times, such defeat. You will be remembered great shooting star

• but it turned out to be a blessing because holy fck pizza deliverer is honestly super nice and polite and just… wow great. He kinda stammers and blushes as he pays and goes back to his pals

• they tease him the whole night about it, he was red as the tomato sauce on the pizza! said pizza person may and may not turn out to be going to the same college as him wink


• totally exhausted after work and crashed on the floor after she entered her house. one hour turned to 5 hours and wow it’s already 1AM. she is very hungry and she was supposed to buy groceries…. but slept

• so she decides for some take-out and remembers a pizza place one of her co-workers recommended and they also deliver late at night so, NEATO BURRITO

• works through some documents while she waits for the pizza to be delivered since she did miss out some precious time to work

• when the doorbell rings she hurries to the door and is met by the sweetest smile ever and she has to blink once or twice like wow is that an angel. They make a bit of small talk since pizza delivering person is super nice?

• she totally tips because they were really quick and?it’s so late? uncomfy working hours probably and she knows about that. Very charmed by them and think that pizza wouldn’t be bad to eat tomorrow as well


• the day mister jumin han decided to have pizza was a strange day… And especially having it delivered to the penthouse since ya know… He has a chef

• poor pizza delivering MC was absolutely terrified walking into this fancy ass building dressed in their pizza uniform… “who the actual fuck is this person” they wondered

• when they were met by this tall dark haired man they were nonetheless pretty intimidated but hey, a job’s a job. Here’s the pizza dude! hope you’ll enjoy it! 

• he kinda stares at them long enough to make it really fckin awkward mostly because he thinks they’re cute af and he can’t cope. Gives them a tip that’s way off the charts

• as he was munching on the pizza he thought of two things: one, pizza isn’t that bad. It’s pretty good. and two, that pizza deliverer was quite charming


• he thought to himself that he should try to be a little more healthier! Yay Seven! So instead of eating just chips al lá soda- he decided to buy pizza- 

• all the nutrients you need right, such healthy! 

• he decided to wait outside because the whole security measurement would probably scare off the pizza delivery-person 

• and said pizza delivery-person turned out to be absolutely gorgeous in his eyes and he just had to word vomit all over because he was nervous around them good game god seven

• there was something about them he couldn’t help being drawn to, he was definitely buying more pizza now vanderwood was not amused by the pizza containers everywhere

So You Heard?

Let Me Have Your Heart: One Shot Series - #38

*A Second Part to ‘Hope You Heard’*

(Send In Requests)

(Past One Shots)



To say you were nervous was an understatement. He had invited you over to his place for a simple night in, eating pizza and watching an easy going movie. But you weren’t sure what to really expect. Would it be awkward? Would there be anything to talk about whilst you were maybe waiting for food, or would the small talk just die down very fast? There were so many things running through your head you weren’t sure what to think about first. Shaking your nerves away, you fluffed out your hair, after blow drying it and throwing on some comfortable clothes. As Harry stated, a night in isn’t a night in unless you’re comfortable and wearing sweats, so that’s what you did. You tossed on a jumper you had hanging in your closet along with a pair of very comfortable leggings with some Adidas sneakers. (xxx) You grabbed your keys, wallet and phone and headed towards your car and stopping at the liquor store two blocks down from your flat to pick up some of your favorite red wine, deeply hoping that Harry would enjoy it as much as you would. After paying you kept a stern grip on the bottle in the brown bag to ensure it wouldn’t fall because knowing you, you were nervous and the bottle, with your luck would surely drop.

 Walking up to his door, you shook off your nerves and pressed his doorbell, hearing the chiming going through his house. It took a couple moments, and he then opened the door with a grin on his face as he realized it was you. “You came” he smiled, with a hint of surprise in his voice. “Well, you invited me, didnt you? Did I seem like the type to ditch?” you chuckled. “No no, not at all” he chuckled nervously. “Just wasn’t sure if you really had wanted to spend the evening with me, and you know, I just get into my own head sometimes, and start to overthink” he rambled, not even realizing he hasn’t invited you in. “Oh gosh, please come in, it’s getting sort of chilly” he noted, stepping aside and letting you in. You thanked him quietly before stepping in and admiring his home. “Wow, it’s beautiful” you noted, in amazement. “Oh it’s really nothing, but thank you. I try to make it seem as much me as possible” he smiled. “Here let me take that from you, i’ll pop it open and we can enjoy, the pizza should be here any minute” he smiled, taking the bottle of wine from your hands and going out into the kitchen and began to open the bottle. His home was beautiful, something you always dreamed of having. It was all of an open concept and you bet it let in the most beautiful light in the day. There was a subtle knock at the door that Harry didn’t see so you walked towards the door and peeked through the peephole and noticed it was the pizza guy. You opened the door with a gentle smile, before handing the delivery man a twenty and telling him to have a good night. You closed, and locked the door behind you, since it had been locked before and made your way into the kitchen where Harry’s back was to you.

“I honestly thought you left for a second-” he was cut short when he saw you carrying the pizza box in. “Love, please don’t tell me you paid for that” he sighed, with a small pout. “Oh shush, it’s the least I can do, you invited me into your home. It’s nothing really” you smiled, opening the pizza box and licking your lips as you felt your mouth salivate. Harry sighed, knowing there was no point in arguing with this girl he had just recently met and poured a generous amount of wine for the both of you in two separate glasses before heading to the living room and sitting down. “What do you think of the movie Dirty Dancing?” he smiled sheepishly, grabbing a blanket for the both of you to keep warm under. Your eyes widened as you grinned. “My all time favorite movie” you smiled. “Go on, play it” you squealed, going under the blanket Harry had offered you with a slice of pizza in one hand and a glass of wine in the other.

 It was about two weeks after that, that you slowly felt a hint of feelings for him, and not as a friend, but in a way of a potential lover. It had been your 6th movie night together, you decided on watching the movie The Wedding Ringer, where you felt that you could potentially love Harry, and it was weird to think, let alone even say. It was just something about the way he spoke with you, the way he held you when you two watched a movie and he noticed you were a bit chilly due to the goosebumps that raised on your skin. It was the way that he hugged you and held onto you for a bit longer and the way that he tried to make you happy in any way he possibly could. There was about twenty minutes left in the movie, you were giggling away, when you saw Harry snoozed away, his right arm around your shoulder, not having moved since the beginning of the movie and his chin down to his chest, soft little snores escaping his lips. You smiled, turning down the television a smidge to not awake him. You decided to finish off the movie for yourself before turning the telly off and slowly getting up and adjusting the blanket over him to keep him warm. Once you stood up, grabbing your bag to get ready to leave he stirred, eyes blinking rapidly before he wiped a bit of drool from the side of his lips with the back of his hand. “O’ crap love, did I fall asleep?” he rasped, looking around tiredly and seeing 11:04 written on the clock. “O’ god, i’m so sorry” he started tiredly, knowing he was going to ramble a continuous apology you decided to cut him off there with a smile. “It’s alright, no worries. You go back to sleep, i’ll talk to you later” you smiled, picking up your bag about to make your way past the couch and out the house until he took your hand into his with a bit of a firm grasp. “Stay tonight?” he muttered quietly. “It’s late, you look tired, I don’t want you out alone, and driving this late, plus it’s rainy. Just stay?” he questioned quietly. You sighed, looking between him and the door and nodded. “Alright just for tonight” you let out in a sigh with a smile.

 He released a sweet but tired smile before getting up and making what seemed to be a make shift fort but without the fort part. He jogged down the hall to his hallway closet grabbing a few duvets and extra pillows, setting them all out of the floor and making a makeshift bed in front of the fireplace, that was crackling away.

 He patted the spot beside him as he laid down, waiting for you. You placed your bag down, taking off your socks and going under the covers and snuggled down under the duvet. You and Harry were facing each other with two goofy grins, and that was the moment, you could have sworn, was when you think you had fallen in love with Harry.


 You had stirred awake, head pounding and as you opened your eyes, the curtains were drawn but the light peeking through sent a groan escaping your throat as you felt the whole room spinning. Seconds later, Harry emerged from the en-suite bathroom, in nothing but a towel around his waist. “Well look who finally decided to wake up” he chuckled. You squinted your eyes, the light creating major discomfort to your eyes before checking the clock. “It’s only 12:30 in the afternoon you jerk, you’re acting as if i slept into the night time” you chuckled lowly before burying your face into the soft pillow. “What happen last night?” you mumbled tiredly.

 “I can’t answer that one for you love, but let’s just say you thought it would be a good idea, to consume and mix a lot of alcohol” he chuckled, handing you a glass of water he had gotten a while ago along with some Advil. “Take this, maybe it’ll help a little bit” he smiled, handing you both items before walking over to his closet. “I have to stop by a meeting for the next hour to two, you’re welcome to stay. Gemma said she may stop by, she left some of her things here the other night when she slept over, so she has to stop by and grab them, but I can let her know maybe not to stop by today since you’re not feeling so hot” he chuckled, grabbing a black tee and some sweats and pulling them on. “No it’s alright, I actually haven’t seen her in a while, so maybe she’ll distract me and we can have a little chat” you tiredly smiled. He nodded, grabbing his things and pressing a quick peck to the top of your head. “Alright, drunkie. I’ll see you later” he smirked. “I’ll come back with some food, since I know how your appetite grows during a hangover” he smirked, waving to you as he exited the room.

An hour had passed and you saw Gemma’s car pull up into the driveway and you grinned, slightly feeling better, good enough to function and walk around as you made your way down the stairs, and she had walked in. “Oh hello!” she smiled, closing the door behind her. “Why are you here in the wee hours of the morning” she winked. “Did you and my brother finally do the hanky-panky?” she smirked, nudging her elbow against yours.

 Your eyes went wide at her comment before you chuckled. “Oh goodness no, more like I decided to get drunk off my mind and I believe I called him to pick me up, I have no idea, last night was a blur” you chuckled. She raised her brow, walking past you and grabbing the bag she had forgotten that was by the hallway closet. “And what do you mean by ‘finally’?” you questioned, with a hint of curiosity. “Oh nothing, nothing” she shrugged nonchalantly. You furrowed your brow but nodded. “Do you want some coffee, or tea?” you questioned. “Actually yes, I can go for a cuppa” she smiled, following you into the kitchen.

 “I had the weirdest dream last night” you chuckled, starting up conversation while you made both of you a cup of coffee. “Really, what happen?” she questioned, grabbing a few crackers to munch on as you handed her, her tea.

 “I had a dream that Harry was confessing his love for me” you chuckled, shaking your head, deeply wishing it was a reality and not a dream. Gemma raised a brow. “And you’re sure this was a dream?” she indulged, taking a sip of her tea. “I mean, it had to be” you chuckled. “He wouldn’t actually ever love me like that in real life” you laughed to yourself, turning around to just find Gemma looking at you with a nonchalant look on her face, and that made you question. Did it really happen last night, or was it really a dream.


 Gemma had left a while ago, leaving you to sit in the kitchen, with your third mug of tea and some biscuits trying to compose if Harry really did say he loved you last night or you dreamt it. Your thoughts were cut off when the front door opened and closed and there was a rustling of bags before Harry appeared in the kitchen with a smile. “Hey, you made it out of bed” he smiled, putting down the bags and pressing a quick peck to your forehead as he passed you which made your heart flutter.

 “Yeah Gemma stopped by, and we had some tea, and just talked about stuff” you shrugged, debating if you should bring up the topic or not. “Oh really? What did you guys talk about?” he questioned, taking out the containers that contained the Greek food that he had ordered. “You” you blantly stated, somewhat nervously. “Oh what about me?” you could hear the smirk in his voice.

 You debated, strongly in your head, before your heart took over what you brain told you not to do.

 “On how you told me you loved me last night…I think” you exhaled all in one breath.

 His movements stopped, and the muscles in his back tensed, through his tee and there was silence.

“You heard it?” he whispered, still not turning to look at you, because truth be told, he was scared to see your facial expression.

 There was your confirmation, it wasn’t a dream, it was real.

 He loved you.

“I thought it was a dream, but I wasn’t sure…but is it true?” you questioned, and he inhaled a breath before nodding. “H, look at me” you whispered, with a hint of need and want. He slowly turned around, but not making eye contact with you.

You sighed, getting out of the bar stool by the kitchen island and walked up to him trapping him between the counter and you. “Look at me” you whispered, placing both hands on his cheeks as his soft green eyes finally locked with yours.

“How could you not realize that I love you too” you whispered, a small smile on your face. You felt his figure relax a tad and it couldn’t help but make you release a small giggle. “I’ve loved you for so long Harry, but I just never believed you felt the same way, so I never spoke of it” you whispered.

 He sniffled, not really sure why his emotions have gotten the best of him. “I’ve been trying to tell you for months upon months, but there was never a right time. It was either too early or you had a boyfriend or you were just after a breakup, and I had to get it out of my system because me bottling in that I loved you was driving me crazy, so I said it when you were asleep, or at least I thought you were asleep” he sheepishly smiled.

 You couldn’t help the large grin that broke out on your face, and the moment you had been waiting for, for what felt like forever finally came.

There was a moment of silence, as he inched closer and closer to your face, before pressing his soft, pink lips against yours into a kiss. Nothing harsh, nothing way to passionate. But a soft, warm kiss that had both of your belly’s tingling. “This won’t change anything right?” you whispered. “What if something happens and we won’t ever talk again because we went exclusive.” you questioned, panic lacing your voice.

He kissed your forehead, shushing you quietly. “I plan on loving you, for the rest of my life. So I don’t know about you, but that is not a worry I have in mind.” he exhaled quietly and you smiled, pressing another kiss to his lips.

“I’m glad you heard” he whispered, pressing multiple kisses to your lips, so unbelievably happy that you had heard his confession of love for you, and now, there was a shot for the two of you.


Well here in Part Two to Hope You Heard! I hope you enjoyed it, and if you did please let me know, and if you have anything you’d like me to write, just send me a message in my ask box, and i’ll be sure to get back to you! (: 

Tutors brother: C.G

So today, since I’ve got so little to do and well so much time on my hands since it’s the long weekend here in Australia I’m gonna do a couple of imagines for you guys. So here we go

It was a Thursday afternoon and you were going back to the Gallagher house for tutoring with Lip, so you had to walk with Debbie and Carl. Carl was talking about how Dominique dumped him for some college guy, he seemed destroyed by it. You quietly said “Carl, she isn’t worth it. You could do so much better.” He laughed “You really think so Y/N? Why would any fucker want a guy who was convicted for drugs not even a year ago?” You mumbled “Cause well even if you’ve been in juvie doesn’t define who you are.”

Debs asked “Why are you so quiet today Y/N?” You said “Just thinking tbh.” You thought ‘Why is Carl so caught up on Dominique when I’m here. I could be a fucking perfect girlfriend for him, she didn’t deserve him. He deserves so much fucking better than her.’ You’ve liked Carl for quite some time, even before he went to juvie. It was a quiet few minutes before you three arrived at the Gallagher house, you walked in behind Debbie and Carl.

You walked into the kitchen and saw Lip, you felt a smile rise on your face, Lip was your best friend. He knows the whole thing about you liking Carl, he know more about you then well you do yourself. You said “Phillip Gallagher would you look at that. The college man is back.” He smiled “Always here on a Thursday afternoon to see my favorite best friend.” You laughed “Bring it here boy.” He walked over and hugged you “So what are we working on today Y/N?” You said “Hmm, I need some help on algebra and need a plan for getting pizza.” You and Lip always had a code name for your crushes, Carl’s is pizza cause well you love pizza, Carl loves pizza everyone loves pizza.

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written prior to monday, so not canon compliant, but pls enjoy a pointless bartsy filler scene that takes place after the end of the episode friday!

Aaron felt like he’d run out of tears to cry as he pulled up outside the portacabin, hating how every inch of the village reminded him of Robert, reminded him of the affair, of the tentative first days of their relationship, of all the good times and laughs and sneaky kisses they’d traded at the scrapyard.

Still, it was less like Robert than their home was, less Robert than their tiny room at the pub, than their usual booth to the side of the bar (easy access for Aaron to pull them pints when it was busy) and it was less Robert than the backroom felt, the cramped living space of the pub where they figured out how to fall in love all over again.

And, well - it would be a lie to pretend as though Aaron wasn’t hoping Adam would be there, so he could talk to his best mate. He’d been hoping for one of Robert’s surprises, something sappy and romantic and oh so Robert, when he’d shook his head and said ‘maybe not tonight’ to Adam.

Maybe it made him selfish, whatever, but Aaron had wanted to spend the first night in his house with just his husband. Aaron had dreamt of the day a hundred times over in prison, thought about how they’d set out to christen every surface of the house, how they’d end up eating pizza in the boxer shorts and toasting to the start of their new life together, in their home.

It hadn’t turned out that way, had it? Aaron almost wished Robert had left him ignorant a little longer, left them make some happy memories in the Mill before he brought it all crashing down around them, but then again, that would have tainted their new beginning all the more.

He wanted to forgive Robert. He wanted to forgive Robert, and move on, and be happy, but this baby was real, it was happening, and Aaron couldn’t quite wrap his head around the idea.

Blinking back a fresh set of tears, Rebecca’s words ringing in his ears, Aaron pushed down the handle of the portacabin, grateful as he noticed Adam lounging in Robert’s desk chair.

“Mate,” Adam practically flew out of his chair, a sad expression on his face. “I heard what happened at the pub, I’m sorry.”

Aaron gave a slight shrug, unsure of what to say. Adam had been Robert, in this situation, he’d been the one who cheated - maybe he could shed some light on what to do, how to feel. “I don’t know what to do, Ad,” he admitted, sitting down in his creaky desk chair, feeling as though he was going to start screaming, and crying all at once. 

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Mixed Signals: Raphael x Reader (x Donatello)


Requested by: Anonymous

Do you think maybe you could write something where the reader is always hanging out with Donnie cause they’re smart and likes talking nerd with Donnie and Raph thinks the reader and Don are dating, but in reality the reader has a crush on Raph and he has one on the reader, so the brothers try to set them up? (Also could the reader be gender neutral? With they/them pronouns? It’s okay if not though) I LOVE your blog by the way! Hope you’re having a nice day!

A/N: I have tried to ensure theat the reader is gender neutral like requested, I hope it’s alright :)

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