meant to buy this months ago

Mask Off

The title is totally a Future reference but the story mentions Childish Gambino???
Also I 100% headcanon Peter as a Childish Gambino fan
Anyway, hope you guys like it and happy 1 week from “Spider-Man: Homecoming!”

Title: Mask Off
Pairing: Peter Parker x reader
Summary: After a rooftop dance session, you and your crime-fighting partner, Spider-Man, learn about each other without the masks
Word Count: 1,529
Warnings: None
Tagged: @tmrhollandkay @kindnesswins @melconnor2007 @mcheung0314

Your name: submit What is this?

            "Oh my God, are you for real?“ you groaned, just stepping foot into the bank.

           "Oh, hey there,” your masked rival Spider-Man greets casually. “Come here often?”

           He already had the robbers apprehended, sitting uselessly at his feet. This was the 5th time in a month that this punk beat you at your own game, and there was only so much crime in this city. You were getting real tired of his competition real fast.

           "Get off my turf, man,“ you complained. "I got dressed for nothing! Do you know how hard it is to put on this suit?”

           Spider-Man pretends to ponder your question for a minute before shrugging. “Can’t relate,” he gloats.

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bleekay  asked:

one word prompt: scratch

A/N: Sex in the hotel baaaaathrooooom. Sorry it’s not longer…  (or better…) But thank you for prompt!!! <3<3<3

Rating: Vaguely M

The second her nails scratch down his back, he’s unable to hold back a groan of appreciation. Her free hand slaps over his mouth, her shushing noise immediately following. Her eyes go wide as she stifles her laughter, but they both hold still and wait to hear any movement beyond the bathroom door. It’s three in the morning, way beyond any respectable time, and even less so when they’re fooling around in the bathroom of the hotel room they’re sharing with their friends.

When it remains quiet beyond their confines, Emma removes her hand and strokes along his jaw. “You said you could be quiet,” she admonishes, her voice barely above a whisper.

“I may have been lying, love.”

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Imagine Chris coming home early for your birthday.

A/N: My loves, this is a piece for all the birthday babies. Special shoutout to @shadowprincess0218 who requested a imagine for her birthday, here you go. Happy birthday, hun! Hope you have a wonderful, fantastic day. X

You strolled home from Magnolia Bakery with your phone against your ear and a paper box containing your favorite chocolate cupcake in your hand. You were on the phone with your boyfriend, Chris, who was in his home away from home in California due to work commitments. His job and its constant need to take him away from you didn’t bother you until it came to things like birthdays and anniversaries and holidays; those were the times that made you miss him the most. His absence made the day seem like just another day, which was why you declined when your friends wanted to take you out to dinner to celebrate.

“I wish you were here,” you told Chris and he smiled. “I don’t even care if we just eat cake and watch TV, I just want you to be next to me.” You used your shoulder to hold the phone against your ear so you could start picking at your cupcake. “You, me, Dodger-” you murmured with your mouth full, “that’s all I need.”

Little did you know that Chris was actually sitting on your apartment doorstep with a bouquet of roses in his hand and a small black box in his jacket pocket. He’d been planning to propose for a while- two and half years he’d been together with you, he didn’t want to wait any longer considering he knew six months in that he wanted to spend the rest of his life with you.

He had planned quite a few times to pop the question but nothing ever seemed perfect enough for someone as special as you. He finally decided to just do it when you subtly reassured him that you didn’t care how he did it because as long as it was him asking, that was that mattered. It was thanks to his mom, actually, that you found out he was thinking about proposing. A week ago, while you were having lunch with Lisa and she let slip he was stalling because he couldn’t think of the ‘perfect’ way to propose. You were touched because it was kind of cute; you always knew Chris was the kind of guy who wanted the perfect proposal memory. But you were also impatient because it could have been another two and a half years before he figured out the perfect way to propose, so you nudged him along. You had no idea the nudge took him to today.

It’d been a whole month since he last saw you and his heart skipped a beat when he did. You turned the corner, looking as beautiful as ever in something as simple as a soft grey sweater, blue jeans, and black thigh high boots; his breath hitched in his throat and he smiled. He took a deep breath and got to his feet, straightening his brown suede jacket as he descended from the stairs. His heart started to pound against his chest; his hand tightened around the bouquet and he patted the small bulge in his jacket pocket. This was it, he was going to do it. He chuckled as he watched you; you were too engrossed with your cupcake to realize the one person you wanted to see was standing not thirty feet away from you.

“It’s a little difficult to book a last minute flight for dogs,” he told you and your eyes narrowed at the echoey effect. “But it’s not so bad for humans.” He chuckled softly, holding up one hand to give you a small wave when you looked up. “Hey, I have to go.” You let out a breathy chuckle of disbelief, smiling so wide that your cheeks hurt. “I just saw the love of my life walk up,” he said into the phone then hung up.

“Chris!” You ran towards him, dropping your cake as you threw your arms around his neck. He laughed and picked you up and spun you in a circle. “Oh my God,” you felt your eyes welled in your eyes and you buried your face in the crook of his neck. “I’ve missed you so much.”

“I’ve missed you too, beautiful.” He let out a satisfied sigh, clutching onto you tightly. “God, it is so good to see you.” He squeezed you as tightly as you squeezed him, neither of you wanted to let go because the past month seemed like an eternity. “Phone calls and FaceTime sessions will never make up for this.”

“Never leave me again.” You told him and both of you chuckled softly because it was an impossible request; as happy as you were, you knew he couldn’t stay for long. “I can’t believe you’re here,” you told him as you started to pull away. “Thank you, baby.” You said when you took the bouquet he was holding out for you. “These are beautiful. You just made my birthday a thousand times better,” you pecked him on the lips, smiling.

“Only a thousand?” He asked with a smile and you chuckled because you didn’t realize he was using that as a segway to pop the big question. “I was actually hoping to make it a million times better.” He told you, slipping his hand into his jacket pocket as he descended down on one knee.

“Oh my God,” you breathed.

“There will never be a perfect time, or a perfect way to propose.” He began, flipping the little box open to reveal a breathtaking diamond ring; from the looks of it, Chris followed the three month’s salary rule which was insane considering who he was and what he did for a job. “But,” he paused for effect, his smile widening as he took your left hand in his. “There is a perfect person for everyone and you, my love, you’re mine.”

“Chris,” your voice quivered out of excitement and nerves.

“Shhh,” he chuckled, pressing one finger to his lips. “I wanted a Disney World proposal but I’m doing it on your doorstep instead, the least you can do is let me make my speech.” He joked and you chuckled, pressing your lips together to show you were going to shut it. “Okay, where was I? Yes, um-” he cleared his throat, catching his train of thought. “I know it’s ridiculous and you may think I’m just saying it for the sake of the romance, but- I knew when I met you that we were going somewhere. You were like this light that wouldn’t stop shining on my life, even the darkest days felt bright with you in it. The past two and a half years have been both an absolute dream and utter hell for me,” he said and your eyes narrowed in confusion; he chuckled softly and explained. “Because you’re amazing and I love every second with you, but it’s also been a long one million three hundred and fourteen thousand seconds to get to this moment. If I could’ve,” his voice quivered as tears welled in his eyes, “I would’ve proposed after our first date.”

“Just ask me already,” you urged, laughing to stop yourself from crying.

“Will you marry me?” He asked, smiling.

“Yes,” you nodded.

He smiled and slipped the ring onto your finger before getting up off the ground to wrap his arms around you and draw you in for the kiss of a lifetime. It felt as though all the stars aligned that night and no birthday was ever going to top this one. Chris broke the kiss and hugged you tightly, you smiled and held up your hand in front of the both of you to admire the ring.

“This is possibility one of the most impractical things you’ve ever bought,” you told him and he chuckled softly, pressing a soft kiss on the side of your head. “Like I love it, it’s beautiful. I mean- don’t get me wrong. I’m very, very impressed with the ring-”

“Then just kiss me and shut up,” he chuckled.

“But,” you continued and he groaned, feigning annoyance; you chuckled. “We could’ve used the money to buy that beautiful house we saw a few months ago, have somewhere we can call ours instead of yours or mine. I mean- yeah, I have my place and you have yours but- don’t you want somewhere we can call ours?” You didn’t know if you were making sense but from the look on Chris’ face, you knew he understood what you meant. “You get it, right?”

“Yeah,” he nodded. “But you get my job, right? I can afford to buy both, which is kind of what I did.” You narrowed your eyes in confusion as he pulled away from you. He reached into his pocket, pulling out a set of brand new keys. “Remember your dream house?” Your jaw dropped and you held out your hand excitedly, he chuckled and placed them in the palm of your hand. “Well, it just became a reality.”

mocking-point  asked:

Trimberly one night stand turns out to be new boss Au.

@mocking-point thanks! First Trimberly “fic” ever…fingers crossed

There are moments when it’s difficult for Trini to look across the bar or restaurant or coffee shop and smile at another woman. There are moments when she still feels the prickling shame and racing heartbeat that came with standing next to her mother during those moments and fearing that she would realize that her daughter was letting her gaze linger or her smile speak too much for itself. But there are also moments now, where she’s older and alone and no longer has to explain herself to her mother, that are easier. Moments where it’s impossible to ignore the pretty girl smiling at her from across the bar. Moments where it’s ridiculously easy to buy her a drink, invite her back to her apartment.

Moments like the ones she had the night before, moments that still linger in her mind even as she steps out of the elevator onto her floor and is immediately accosted by Zack, the guy in the cubicle next to hers who decided months ago that proximity meant friendship. “Are you crazy, girl? Showing up late on the new boss’s first day?”

Trini thinks she can only scowl this early in the morning, though the expression seems perfectly called for. “What do I care about making a-”

Of course, that’s when Trini sees the new boss. Who just left her apartment about an hour ago, smiling crookedly and absently rubbing at the hickey Trini had left on her neck. Aforementioned new boss is currently standing in front of her new employees, a pink scarf wrapped daintily around her neck.

“I know most of you will probably think of me only as your boss, Miss Hart,” the new boss is saying and then her eyes settle on Trini and her smile grows. “But you can call me Kimberly.”

Power Couple

Requested by: Anonymous
(Here are the specifics)

Pairing: Reader x Charles Xavier
Word Count: 1.5K
Warnings: Fluff

A/N: I’ve never written for Charles, so I hope this is okay!

I suppose this is a bit of an AU, in the regard that Wanda and Steve are close in age and older (around 40-45) and Charles is around the Reader’s age (20-25), otherwise everything else is the same.

Reader has powers: telekinesis/super strength.

With Captain America and Scarlet Witch for parents, there was no question what your live held for you. You’d grown up in the Avenger’s tower, and watched as members of the team slowly retired, deciding that they were getting old for hero life, and wanting to start families of their own. With almost every member of the team gone, Tony and Steve had decided to recruit a new one, to take over the legacy your parents had made and continue saving the world.

Your whole life you’d been trying to live up to expectations, no matter how many times your parents told you there were none. But you weren’t like normal kids; most kids don’t get homeschooled by the best tutors Tony Stark’s money could buy, or live in a compound with almost a dozen superheroes you all called family. It wasn’t until 3 months ago, when your abilities manifested, that you felt like you could live up to all you were meant to be.

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loveisalaserquest17  asked:

My love, can I ask for a favour? I'm leaving for a couple of days on Thursday, and I was wondering if you could make me a rec of recent fics you particularly enjoyed to read while I'm on the plane! Thank you xx 💚

Heya Julie !!

Truth to be told, I haven’t read a >20k Larry fic since 10 days. It was :

I Walk the Line by @a-writerwrites​ and it’s awesome : Professor Louis Tomlinson is the leading researcher in his field.  Harry Styles is Louis’ recently hired grad assistant.  Sparks fly between them but something doesn’t add up when it comes to Harry, and Louis is determined to find out what.  What happens when everything Louis thought he knew comes crashing down around him?  Is he doomed to repeat his past mistakes? Or will he learn to follow his heart and find a way to forge his own path, alongside someone he’s not sure he can trust, but who might just be the best thing to ever happen to him. (55k, E)

So here’s some fics I have to read very soon because they all look so gooood :

- Say Hallelujah, Say Goodnight  , by @alivingfire : Louis is an angel who is just a little too bad to be good, Harry is a demon who is just a little too good to be bad, and they’re both a little too in love to be impartial when angels and demons go to war.  (110k, E)

- let me be your goodnight  : Inspired by this prompt: Harry lives with Gemma who happens to have the worst best friend in the world. The guy stays over almost every night, is completely messy and has bad manners that would cause Harry’s eyes to roll so far back he sees his brain. Gemma leaves for a month, Louis moves in. Harry can’t stand him and some way, they still end up sharing a bed almost every night because of a thunder storm that happened weeks ago. It doesn’t necessarily mean they stopped hating each other, until it does. And if Louis has always had a crush on Harry, is his fault for not expressing it well and allowing him to think that Louis hated him in the first place. (17k, E)

- Love’s Truest Language :  The first part was meant as a joke. He didn’t really expect Harry to buy anything. It was just Louis’ way of softening the ‘get the fuck out’ blow.  “Where’s your order forms, then?”  “I don’t want your flowers.” Louis chided before directing all of his attention to the arrangement in front of him.  Harry laughed under his breath as he stood to his full height, “Who said anything about them being for you, love?”  (48k, E)

- the new romantics  : After being blindsided and dumped by his boyfriend Isaac, Louis does the only thing he can do: wallow and mope. But when Harry tells Louis that karma’s going to get Isaac eventually, Louis decides karma isn’t moving fast enough. He takes matters into his own hands, and if he has to drag Harry into his schemes and seduction plans, then so be it.orJohn Tucker Must Die AU featuring drunk dance sessions, bad disguises, and a seduction plan gone wrong. (36k)

Have a nice flight !! :* :*

The Match

Hello! This is my contribution to prompt 1: Matching of Gajevy week. Hope you like it! Tell me what you think about it.

Summary: What if everyone could know who their soulmate was without much of a hassle? Cool, right? But how can you move past things that had already happened between the two of you? And, would your actions be influenced by that bit of information? - Gajevy modern AU where people don’t have magic but there are still some mysteries in the world. (Got the raw idea from Soul Mates-AU, a story from legends-of-nisty in tumblr [go check that out!])

Words count: 9k

Can read this in ffnet here

Warning: Physical violence and gang related themes.

There is a story that parents used to tell their children before they went to bed, because each time the kids woke up they would always have a question on their lips: Where did this match come from? As to avoid any confusion, mothers and fathers would tell the tale of ’The Match’.

Every person has their match, as in, the person they are destined to love and is considered to be their soulmate. Humans went far and wide looking for said person and, more often than not, would guess wrong as to who they were supposed to spend their lives with. That’s why Mavis, showing compassion towards humans, created ‘The Match’. Each morning, every human around the globe finds lying beside his or her head a match: a short, thin piece of wood with a red tip that ignites a fire when rubbed against a rough surface. But this match is different from any ordinary match.

First, you only get one match per day, so any matches you have from previous days will vanish once morning arrives with your new match; and second, this match has a special power. For you to discover its power, you need to hold the match in your hand, say someone’s name out loud, think of that person’s face and snap your fingers on the red tip of the match. There’ll be one of two possible outcomes: 1) the match will not light up and smoke will come out of the tip, or 2) the tip will light up with a golden flame. The later outcome will prove that said person is your 'meant to be’, your soulmate, your match. But love isn’t as simple as just finding the right person. Finding your match is just the beginning.

Levy McGarden knew this tale from start to end because her mother used to read it to her every night when she was little. It was a worldwide-known tale, for it explained why every morning a match would appear beside everyone’s head. But after you grew up, people would just see the match and say it was child’s play to think that a piece of wood could tell you who you were meant to be with. She really wanted to believe it to be true, but at the age of 25, Levy decided to just brush it off as one of the fairy tales that parents tell their children just to go to bed.

That’s why she was shocked when she decided to prove if the match could work tonight. She was beyond astounded as she wasn’t expecting this result from her little experiment. She did it just to ease her mind, because one part of her brain was telling her that what she was doing was wrong, that she shouldn’t be so naive as to extend a helping hand to someone as cruel as him. But another part of her was arguing that there was something more than meets the eye about him, that he just needed someone to be willing to help him.

She had whispered his name and pictured his face in her mind, his ruby eyes, his studded face and his harsh facial features. And now, Levy stared perplexed at the golden flame that lighted up from 'The Match’. There was no doubt about the tale being true and no further question about destiny being a real pain-in-the-ass bitch that loved irony.

Pfft… irony… Levy’s mind was good at wordplay and she couldn’t stop herself from bursting out laughing. Because ironic couldn’t even start to describe what this situation felt like. After all, 'The Match’ golden flame could mean only one thing.

Gajeel Redfox was Levy’s meant to be.

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Bonnie & Clyde: Burning Desire

Bucky x reader AU

Notes: smut, fluff, swearing, alcohol, 

(Bonnie & Clyde inspired AU)

Lana del Rey - Burning Desire

Summary: Your husband, James Buchanan Barnes, is trouble. Beautiful, dangerous trouble. After a prison sentence of 34 months, he is finally released and seems to have taken his time to think about what is truly the most important thing in his life.

TAGS: @jjlevin​​ @starstar1012​​ @stephvera​​ @styleswift1989​​ @amf71010​​@heismyhunter​​  @a-small-independent-princess​​ @bxckytrxsh​​ @incadinkadoo @buckyismybbz@seabastian-barnes@number1fantrash@verycoolveryunique@snowwhiteslays@tesseractbucky​ @popsxerox@the-one-and-only-vampcake @akiiiiiiiiiii @fallingpanickedkilljoys@moonraeblack @hip5t3r-m3rmaaidd-biitchhh @ikathy98@themanwiththemetalarm @vickybhutcherson @lostinspace33

“Y/N! Babe!” Bucky’s voice chimed through the hallway, he seemed excited for something, his tone of voice had you smiling to yourself as you rummaged through your underwear drawer, wrapped in a towel.

“Bedroom!” you called back.

“Hey babe, I- damn..” he stopped in his tracks in the middle of the room, drinking in your form as you removed the towel from your body.

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anonymous asked:

Hey, how are you doing? First, I need to say that I really really love the things you write, I think you’re one of the best fic writers I’ve ever read (and I’d totally buy a book if you ever published one). Now, I’ve finished House of Cards about a month ago and I haven’t been able to star any other fic yet bc I’m still so involved in the characters you’ve created there. But there is something that I always catch myself thinking about and I have to ask you. (1/3)

In the end, you put that last “checkmate” and I’ve been debating with myself what that meant for so long. What did it mean, really? Did Tae actually played Kook like that the whole time? And if so, why did he have that mental breakdown with the cops? Bc it wasn’t necessary if he didn’t really felt that way about Jimin and Kook?  Or did he just kinda woke up to it after everything was over and he was playing Kook when they said all those nice things to each other when Tae visited him in prison? I hope you don’t think I’m criticising what you did, I’m not. It’s just that I like HoC so much and that ending felt like it had so many possibilities to me that I just need to know what you actually intended it to be.

The ‘checkmate’ that Tae says at the end of the story is connected to the final showdown scene in the warehouse, dear anon. I can’t recall the exact wording right now off the top of my head, but it was linked to the fact that Kookie mentions chess right before he surrenders himself over to the police. It has nothing to do with Tae’s mental health, as he was very much irrevocably damaged by the things that he had witnessed and had to do, but rather he says it at the very end as a closing statement on the entire plot.

Tae was playing a game of chess from the very start when infiltrating the gang, and by the end of the story it’s pretty much over, and so he reflects on this by saying the word to himself as a way of him finally accepting the fact that his job is finished - he won the war, he got the checkmate - if that makes sense?

November 28th, 2014 - Rivals

ARTIST: theconfusedartist

AUTHOR: Anonymous

28th of November, 2014 - Rivals

Alfred was a child of the Pokémon generation. He’d been seven years old when the craze hit his school, sweeping the student body like an epidemic. It was like everyone’s brains had been rewired overnight, for all of a sudden the kids at school were speaking in a new language of “Type matchups” and lusting after “rare Pokémon” – and all the adults could do was look on in confusion and hope the epidemic died down before all their money disappeared on the cheap card game that seemed to be the only cure.

Alfred had loved the cards and the TV show, of course, but he had always been more of a video game geek, so he quickly developed an obsession with Pokémon Red. E got Pokémon Yellow, too, when that came out, and he would never in his life forget the thrill of the release of Pokémon Gold, and the arrival of a hundred brand new Pokémon.

Alfred continued to buy the games throughout his teenage years, even though his friends and peers all grew out of their Pokémon obsessions along the way to high school. Alfred understood, of course, but at the same time he didn’t understand how you could just quit Pokémon like that! When you were a kid in the 90s and you knew what it had been like growing up in the era of the Pokémon craze, he really didn’t see how you could just stop loving the franchise. It had changed their worlds, and brought everyone together, and Alfred was sure he would love it till the day he died.

Besides, when new games were released they provided all the fun of nostalgia along with the excitement of modern video games, so Alfred couldn’t help but buy every generation that came out.

Naturally, that meant Alfred arrived to the store bright and early on the release date of Pokémon Alpha Sapphire and Omega Ruby.

Alfred had opted to go to university in England, so he’d bought a European 3DS when they were released a few years ago. He soon realised this was a big mistake when all the games he wanted were released days, weeks, or sometimes even months after North America. (The movie situation was even worse, but that was a whole other story.)

Waiting for video games when they were already available in other countries frustrated Alfred, but his shock and distress over the Pokémon delay was the worst. Everyone in America and Japan had been playing Pokémon Alpha Sapphire and Omega Ruby for a week before Alfred could go to the store and pick up his reserved copy of Omega Ruby. It was just plain outrageous, and he’d been kind of sulky about it all week.

But when he arrived at the store and saw the posters of the legendaries Groudon and Kyogre, he instantly relaxed. It felt like coming home. He suddenly had vivid memories of picking up his original copies of Pokémon Sapphire and Ruby as a pre-teen, excited about the new Pokémon and wondering what new features the games had in store.

There was nothing like picking up a brand new Pokémon game as a child, and even at twenty-two, Alfred’s heart fluttered in excitement.

“Jones?! What the hell are you doing here?”

His heart sank when Alfred recognised the voice and he turned to find possibly the only person who could bring him down on such a special day.

Arthur Goddamn Kirkland. The pretentious postgrad douchebag who somehow, despite not taking the same course or living in the same building as Alfred, managed to walk into the American’s life every day and piss him off royally. Alfred didn’t know why, but Arthur just irritated him, and the other man must have felt the same because whenever they came across each other they ended up arguing. It could get quite heated, and they’d been separated by friends or university staff on several occasions.

It didn’t help that Arthur was always finding Alfred at the worst moments, only adding fuel to his teasing and taunts, and now the older student had found him in the middle of a half-empty video game shop.

Alfred bristled, feeling embarrassed and defensive about being caught in exactly the kind of place Arthur would mock him for. But there was really no way to hide what he was doing at a video game store, so if he didn’t want Arthur to pick on him for buying a kids’ game, he might as well own it.

“Um, buying video games, what the hell do you think I’m doing at ‘GAME?’” Alfred countered, rolling his eyes condescendingly.

Arthur flushed, probably realising how stupid a question it had been. Perhaps he was as surprised to see Alfred as Alfred was to see him.

“Well, obviously,” the British student recovered quickly, with a glare of his own. “I meant, what are you doing here at 9:30 in the morning. Don’t you have class?”

It was Alfred’s turn to blush. He glanced down at the floor in embarrassment, and suddenly noticed the game Arthur held in his hand.

“Is that Alpha Sapphire?” he asked, shocked.

Arthur glanced down at the game clutched in his hand, as if seeing it for the first time. Then he jumped, and hid it behind his back, flustered.

“Um, it’s for my brother. My little brother,” Arthur said quickly. “He’s at school and asked me to pick it up for him.”

Alfred eyed the other man suspiciously.

“If he’s at school, why did you feel the need to arrive at the store’s opening time? You could get it at lunch, or he could pick it up himself after school.”

“Uh, well…I mean…that is to say…”

Arthur was clearly floundering, his eyes darting around the store, and Alfred realised the Englishman was lying. He had bought Pokémon for himself, and was embarrassed to admit it.

Alfred grinned victoriously.

“Oh, Kirkland, there’s no need to be ashamed of a little guilty pleasure,” he teased. “If you like playing Pokémon just say so. It’s kind of embarrassing to pretend you’re buying it for your little brother. If you were more honest with yourself then people might actually respect you.”

Alfred reached over to the display of shiny red and blue Pokémon games and picked up a copy of Pokémon Omega Ruby.

“See, I’m not going to lie about it. I’m here to buy Pokémon, too. But the difference between you and me is that I buy my video games like a real man and don’t use my little brother as an excuse.”

Arthur stared at Alfred with a mix of horror and anger and disbelief etched across his face. He clearly wanted to make fun of Alfred, but there wasn’t much he could say when he was also here to buy a kids’ video game.

Eventually he received, standing up straight and crossing his arms haughtily.

“I should have known you’d be into something like this,” he said, disdainfully. “But you’re far too immature to understand the real allure of Pokémon. I bet you don’t even care about EV training or putting together a real team. You’re probably just in it for the pretty colours and cute monsters.”

Alfred snorted. “Psht! As if! I bet I could whip your ass any day in a Pokémon battle!” he declared.

“Oh, I would love to see you try,” Arthur sneered at him.

“Awesome,” Alfred smirked, taking a step closer to the British student. “All I need is seven days on this game and I’ll already have a team that will crush your Pokémon to smithereens.”

“Why not make it three days,” Arthur glared, taking a step forward himself, refusing to be intimated.

“Why not two?” Alfred retorted, eager to one-up his arch-nemesis. “Saturday night. Meet at my house at 7:00 and we’ll see who’s the better Pokémon Trainer.”

“Fine by me. I just hope you don’t get your hopes up too high: it would be embarrassing to beat you as quickly as I will if you think you actually stand a chance.”

“Big talk coming from such a little guy. You’d better bring you’re A-game so you don’t have any excuses for losing to me so badly.”

They stood there, almost nose to nose, staring each other down, until a nervous employee came over and asked if they needed help finding what they were looking for.

They separated then, paying for their games and going home to vigorously train their Pokémon for the next 48 hours.

It wasn’t until lunch time that Alfred realised that he kind of technically had pretty much asked Arthur on a date to come round his house Saturday night and play video games.

First he was horrified.

Then he laughed.

And then the more he thought about it, the more he liked the idea.

By the time Arthur arrived on Saturday (blushing and nervous, for he had also been pondering the “date” aspect of this arrangement) Alfred wasn’t so keen on thrashing Arthur’s Pokémon team and making his rival cry.

He was kind of more interested in enjoying his favourite video game with a fellow fan, and getting to know that cute older student who’d been on his mind ever since they met in September.

sleeping-enthusiast  asked:

can you pls pls pls pls do number 52. THANK YOU LOVE YOUR WRITING

Thank you love!   Prompt was “I think you might be pregnant.”  Enjoy!!

“I think you might be pregnant.”

“That’s not funny.”

“I’m not trying to be funny.”

“I’m not pregnant.”

“You’ve woken up every morning this week and ended up in the bathroom.”

“I was…”  You racked your brain trying to come up with a reason for why you’d made a bee-line for the bathroom each time you’d woken up (and a few times in the middle of the night, but Harry didn’t need to know about that).  You shook your head, giving up on trying to come up with an explanation, “It’s unchivalrous to tell a lady you heard her puking.”

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Read it here on ao3!

Rating: T

Relationship: Rin Matsuoka/Sousuke Yamazaki 

Chapters: 1/1

Word count: 1677

Summary: First meetings, Flowershop!AU

Saw the prompt floating somewhere on tumblr, but couldn’t find it (also I wrote this like 6 months ago and cringe while read, but i found it in my files yesterday, so)

Person B is starting to get a little freaked out by Person A who shows up every day to buy another Venus fly trap and eventually Person B just flat out asks why because I mean what do you even do with all of them? Are you trying to make a giant army of flesh eating plants or what? 

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there’s nothing like us...

title: there’s nothing like us
genre: angst, post-breakup, jungkook!idol, happy ending(?)
description: jungkook’s still mourning over it. he’s still dwelling over it; trying to think back on whatever he could have done to make jimin walk away from him. he tried to think on whatever he could have said for jimin to reject his proposal.

“Bro, it’s been like a year and he hasn’t texted you back. Why do you keep texting him?”

“Because he might respond.”

“But he hasn’t, Jungkookie, you need to let this go.”

“No, hyung. I’m in love with him. And if I have to shout his name to the world, I will.”

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ya lit meme (1/9 quotes)

the king’s men by nora sakavic

Neil had seen this look on Andrew’s face once before, when he and Andrew called a truce in Wymack’s living room last summer. Neil fed him half-truths to buy his acceptance, but it wasn’t vague descriptions of his parents’ crimes and deaths that got through to Andrew. It was his bone-deep jealousy of Kevin, his loneliness and desperation. After everything they’d been through these last few months, Neil finally knew what this look meant. The darkness in Andrew’s stare wasn’t censure; it was perfect understanding. Andrew had hit this point years ago and broken. 

Frat Brat. -Part Eight. -Joe Sugg Imagine.

Part One.

Part Two.

Part Three.

Part Four. 

Part Five. 

Part Six.

Part Seven. 


The sunlight was now streaming in through your windows, breaking through your rose gold curtains. Your body felt warm and protected. Your head was a different story. You could feel your head thump in a pulsing rhythm, causing you to wince and clutch to your head. Groaning quietly to yourself, you slowly fluttered your eyes open, blinking away the sleep in your eyes before you could feel your eyes jump out of your skull at the sight before you.

Your eyes landed in the sleeping, messy haired boy before you. Glancing down to your bare body, you felt your eyes land on your intertwined bare legs, your naked body pressed against his.

Gently pressing your fingers against Joe’s chest, you watched as his eyes opened slightly before you began to nudge him faster feeling your heart rate increase at the sight of him. Peaking down to your bare body tangled with Joe’s, you gulped loudly while untangling yourself from Joe’s body.

“Hey! Hey! Joe, wake up!” You hissed, shoving Joe’s shoulder a little harder causing his eyes to open. Pulling the white duvet sheets up over your bare body, you felt your face burn crimson.

“What’s wrong?” Joe mumbled, your heart fluttering hearing the raspy time in his voice. Shaking your head quickly at your day dreaming thoughts, you pushed yourself up to a sitting position, looking over to Joe’s tired eyes.

“What did we do last night? W-what happened? How did it all happen? I-I..We were drunk..” You stutter, your heart falling into the pit of your stomach at your thoughts, feeling the bed shift and move as Joe sat up beside you, his fingers now lacing with yours.

“Well, it’s kind of obvious what happened Y/N..” Joe mumbled, your fingers unlocking themselves from Joe’s while you held the duvet closer to you, your eyes closing in mortification at the thought of Joe seeing you in nothing but your bare body.

“Oh god..” You frowned, hiding your face behind your hands feeling your head spin.

“Joe..What did we do? We’re not meant to do this! You’ve got your life and I’ve got mine..H-how did we end up here?” You asked unsurely, resting a hand over your queasy stomach while looking over to Joe seeing a frown on his lips.

“Y/N..Last night was great..We had a really good time..I thought you liked me? You said you liked me..I told you about my feels for you last night Y/N..Don’t you remember?” Joe frowned, his hand now taking hold of yours while you turned your head away from his eyes.

Closing your eyes, you blinked back the tears that were pooling in your eyes. You couldn’t believe that you gave into your emotions last night and ending up playing twister with Joe underneath the bed covers. Swallowing the gulp in your throat, you felt your world whirl around you.

These last few weeks of studying with Joe, you couldn’t help but feel yourself fall for the softer side of Joe. The Joe that would listen to you talk about English literature and the Joe that would be prepared to write a six pages essay within an hour. You also couldn’t help but have fallen for the bad boy too. Of course, it made your stomach sick when Joe would constantly use other girls for his own pleasure and to get other girls to do his work, but your heart couldn’t help but flutter at his charming presence and often cheeky words. You’ve noticed a big change in Joe since you started tutoring him and now, he has somewhat officially made you catch feels that you didn’t know you ever wanted.

“That’s not it Joe. I’m not like every other girl you’ve slept with. I don’t just throw myself at guys after a couple of drinks! I at least wait until I’ve known the guy if had a couple of dates with him..We haven’t even been on a date and I’ve just given myself to you..” You frowned, grabbing your hair frustratedly in your hands while you instantly pulled your knees to your chest.

“Y/N..Last night..We took it slow, I promise..We..You told me that you liked me..You said you liked me and had feelings for me..What happened to those feelings? Don’t back out on us now, Y/N..I know you like me and you know I like you..I really like you..” Joe whispered, grabbing your hands, interlocking your fingers together making your breath hitch.

Maybe it was a secret no longer. Maybe it was time to out your feelings for Joe. It was hard to turn away the feelings you had grown for Joe. You could no longer hold it back. Something about Joe has made you turn soft like butter. Maybe it was the way that he’s buried his bad boy life away while allowing his softer and more caring side show. Maybe it was the protectiveness for his older sister and the artistic sketches he enjoyed drawing and showing to you. Maybe it was that you both had a lot of things in common ranging from music, to youtubers, and surprisingly a book or two.

“Joe..Please, don’t get me wrong..I really like you..These last few weeks have honestly been great but this..if we were ever going to go on dates or ever become official..I wanted to at least wait until after a few dates..I don’t want you to think that I’m some cheap tarty slut that gives it to anyone because I’m easy..because I’m not..Oh god..” You frowned, trying to pull away from Joe’s grip only to have him pull you against his bare chest. You could feel his arms wrap around you, his hand now rubbing the small of your back as small tears dripped down your cheeks.

“Joe..Maybe last night was a mistake.” You frowned, only to feel Joe’s grip tighten around you making your eyes feel like they were going to pop out of your skull.

“No Y/N. Don’t say that. Last night was not a mistake. Okay? Look, there’s no point in hiding my feelings for you. I really, really like you. These last few weeks have honestly been amazing. You’ve opened my eyes to see the better things in this life. You’ve made me see the benefits of actually listening to my teachers in a class or two instead of snoozing, but honestly Y/N. You’ve changed me and I’m a much happier person now. Last night wasn’t a mistake..I don’t think of you as a cheap or tarty slut Y/N…You’re an amazing girl..You’ve got beautiful features and you’re overall down to earth and so lovely..” Joe whispered, his hands now cupping your cheeks, making you look into his striking blue eyes.

“Listen…Just because we had sex it doesn’t mean I can’t take you out on a date..It just means we can work backwards..So, we had sex first..So, why not have a couple of dates..and then we can see what happens between us..We’re just reversing the process..” He explained, the pads of his thumbs rubbing soothing circles onto your cheek while your heart rate slowly decreased.

“T-that doesn’t sound so bad..” You whispered, sniffling your nose while looking into Joe’s blue eyes.

Swallowing the gulp in your throat, you considered Joe’s words. This all felt like a whirlwind of a dream. You never saw yourself falling for the Frat Brat. It just never seemed right. You and Joe used to fight like cats and dogs. You never seemed like the perfect match, simply because of his childish manners and the way he treated girls. You were against his ways of treating girls and his attitude towards his education, but these last few weeks have seem to dramatically change him and shape him into a new and better person.

“Look Y/N..Maybe this isn’t the best of ways to ask you out..or even romantically do it..but, Y/N L/N will you go to the dance with me?” Joe asked you, your eyes widening in surprise at his words.

You want to the dance with me?” You stuttered completely shocked.

“Why wouldn’t I?"He asked, his eyebrows raising.

"I thought you’d ask Bethany..” You trailed off, looking down to the duvet covering your body.

“We split..We split up a couple of months ago, around the time when we started the studying sessions. She didn’t want to be with a nerd..but I didn’t care..I really like you Y/N and I would really, really, really like to take you to the dance..” Joe explained, your head nodding in realisation remembering the way that Bethany was snogging the face off of poor Brad, who didn’t seem to mind her tonsil tennis game.

“Look Y/N, I would really like to take you to the dance..Have I got a shot of taking you to the dance?” Joe grinned, a bashful grin on his face causing your heart to ripple with warmth, your lower lip catching between your teeth.

You weren’t planning on attending the dance that’s happening next Saturday night. You haven’t even got a dress to wear or a pair of shoes for the dress. You weren’t expecting to get invited or asked. You were planning a night in with some cliche romance movies but now it looked as if you were going to be whisked away to a night of memories and dancing until your feet hurt.

Gazing into Joe’s blue eyes deeply, you couldn’t help the smile that was growing on your face.

“I would love to go to the dance with you Joe!” You grinned, wrapping your arms around Joe’s torso, hugging him closely. You squealed feeling Joe pull you down on top of his body, your bodies intertwining together as you hugged tightly.

Maybe this was a good thing. Maybe going to the dance with Joe was meant to happen and that the study sessions Mr. Lawrence arranged were all meant to happen. Life has a funny way of showing you the good things and maybe Joe was now going to be one of those unexpected good things.

“I have to get a dress!” You laughed, sitting up onto Joe’s thighs, his hands resting on your sides, a chuckle leaving his lips.

“For someone who’s so organised at school, I thought you would have picked out a dress months ago.” He grinned adorable, causing you to hit his chest playfully.

“Yeah, yeah Sugg. Well, I wasn’t expected to be asked so I didn’t really plan on buying a dress.” You smiled, rolling off of Joe’s body but quickly covering yourself up.

“Not like I haven’t seen it before, babe.” He smirked cheekily, your cheeks burning at his words while you smacked his arm causing him to throw his hands up in the air in surrender.

“Is this what a hangover usually feels like?” You asked, laughing quietly at yourself before groaning at the pain and clutching to your head.

“It’s nothing I’m not used it. Usually greasy food helps me get over it. How about it? We could go and grab some of those breakfast burgers in McDonald’s..Well obviously we could get cleaned up first..Then head out for some food..You haven’t got plans today have you?” Joe asked, standing to his two feet while covering himself with his boxers.

“I don’t think so, not that I’m actually aware of..” You answered, sitting up against the pillows while grabbing your phone to check the time.

Squinting your eyes, you slumped back against the pillows, getting yourself comfortable to scroll through your daily newspaper as you called it, but known to everyone else as your social media accounts. Placing a hand on your bare stomach, you unlocked your phone to see that time was now past noon.

“Sorry Joe, looks like there’s no breakfast burgers in McDonald’s.” You laughed, watching Joe shake his head and throw his shirt over his head.

“Maybe we can grab something else then.” He suggested with the shrug of shoulders. Nodding along to his words, you drifted your eyes back down to your phone, noticing a new text message.

Raising your brows at the unexpected message, you opened up the message feeling your eyes widen instantly at the sight of it.

‘Hey Y/N, just wanted to make sure that you remember to swing by the park tonight at eight. See you later :) xx’

It was Oli.

You felt your happy smile suddenly turn into a disappointed frown.


What are you going to say to Oli?
How are you going to explain to Oli that you slept with the boy that you once despised so much?
How are you going to break all of this to Oli and mot disappoint him?

Joe is the reason why you and a Oli became great friends. Joe was the rock of your friendship with Oli since you once both shared a deep hatred for the Frat Brat but now that was now longer true.

Should you tell Oli what happened?
Should you keep it a secret?
Oh god.

“Getting in the shower anytime today, love?” Joe chuckled, his voice breaking the panicking one inside your head. Snapping your head up to meet a dressed Joe Sugg, you couldn’t help but shake your had rapidly.

“Actually Joe, I completely forgot that I have to meet up with a friend later and I need to shower and get ready..but I’ll..I’ll call you, yeah?” You asked nervously, seeing Joe’s forehead crease slightly at your words before he walked over to the side of your bed and kissed your forehead.

“I don’t know why you’re nervous about telling me your plans, love. Call me later, tell me how you got on with your little friend. Maybe she can help you pick out a dress.” Joe grinned, kissing your head once more before walking away from your room, his voice calling out.

“Don’t you dare forget to call me L/N” He called out before the front door slammed to a shut causing a breath you didn’t even realise you were holding to suddenly realise itself from your lips.

Closing your eyes you couldn’t help but be thankful that Joe didn’t ask you who you were meeting with and assumed it was a girly friend that you were meeting with and not Oli.

Everything that was happening right now was like one crazy dream.

You never expected to be that girl that actually fell into the infamous trap of Joe Sugg, but you did. It happened in one fleeting moment and you couldn’t stop yourself from falling any harder.

Although there were positives to actually doing the dirty with Joe, one being that you now have a date to the dance and the second that you’ve somehow managed to change the bad boy to a good one, there were also some negative sides to it. The major downside to it being that you didn’t know how you were going to break the news to Oli or if you should even break the news to him.

You were almost playing that game of piggy in the middle, you being in the middle between a potential future lover and a close, dear best friend.

Sighing you checked the time seeing how it was now nearing three o'clock in the afternoon. Standing to your feet, you dragged your tired body over towards the mirror seeing your hair thrown around wildly and love bite showering your neck.

“C'mon Y/N..Let’s get cleaned up.” You mumbled to yourself while heading towards your shower, almost willing for the time to pass by quicker but also hoping that time would stop and stay still, so you would never have to make a make it or break it decision about telling Oli.

Only time will tell.


Glancing down to your denim shorts and white crop top, you ran your watermelon lip balm across your lips while running your hands through your hair to add a little life to it. A floral scarf covered your neck, hiding away the overly concealed love bites Joe gave you.

Your hands felt clammy as you stepped foot outside of your car. You were nervous and excited to see Oli. You were nervous due to the fact that you still had no idea if you were going to tell Oli about what happened last night but you were excited because it’s been a a couple of days since you last got to properly talk to Oli due to him studying for finals as well as doing his homework while you’ve been kept away with studying sessions with Joe.

Biting down on your lip, you glanced down to your phone one last time to check if you got any more text messages from Oli.

“Well, well, well, if it isn’t the most beautiful Miss. L/N.” A familiar voice rang out, a rosy blush covering your cheeks as well as a large smile that now spread across your lips.

“And to what do I owe the pleasure, Mr. White?” You giggled, spinning around on your feet to face Oli who was now bowing before you making you curtsy like a member of the Royal family.

“Might I say that you look absolutely beautiful as always.” He grinned widely, his arms instantly wrapping around your body while your arms snaked around his neck to hug him tight.

You felt your cheeks burn and blush at his words while you pecked his cheek. “And you look ver snazzy might I add..” You chimed in, motioning to Oli’s attire which consisted of black jeans and a crisp white shirt.

“Well, I thought to myself, why not make this a night to remember?” He hummed, leading you both into the entrance of the park.

“A night to remember, hm? Are you up to something?” You grinned amused, looking up to Oli’s brown eyes, nudging his side playfully.

“How did you know? I as going to try and sneak us into the playground and have a go on the swings!” He laughed, a laugh passing through your lips at his words while rolling your eyes in a playful manner.  

“What have you been up to lately? Any drama? Any news?” You asked Oli, smiling as you both calmed yourselves down from giggling.

“Have I got any drama..I heard there was a food fight in the cafeteria yesterday..Glen and Brian started it all and poor Becky’s hair got completely destroyed so she has to get a new perm..” Oli chuckled, a gasp leaving your lips while your hands covered your mouth.

“Poor Becky..Never gets a break, does she?” You laughed as Oli agreed with you.

Walking down the pathway, you took in your surroundings of the healthy green trees that had purple and pink blossoming flowers. The river was rippling along side you both, birds singing in the trees while the sun shines brightly down on you both.

“How about you, L/N? Have you got any scandalous drama? Has Joe revealed it all to you how him and Bethany have taken a trip to splitsvill?” Oli asked you, his eyebrows raised while a chill ran down the valley of your spine at the mention of Joe’s name, images from last night’s adventure running through your mind. Placing an innocent smile on your face, acting like nothing ever happened with yourself and Joe, you nodded your head.

“He mentioned that they split..I didn’t get much of an answer. Maybe she cheated on him with Brad!” You gasped, acting surprised causing Oli to laugh loudly.

“Well, it’s not the first time that she cheated on him! I remember when she cheated on Paul with Barry and then she cheated on Barry with Kevin and then she cheated on Kevin with Joe..Maybe she did cheat on him!” Oli spoke, his voice oozing with dramatic shock at his own theory.

“Well, not like Joe hasn’t cheated on her..He has Becky doing his homework..Every girl at his feet and all the guys on the football team doing this and that for him..I think we’re the only tell people that see who the real Joe is..the Joe who doesn’t give a damn about who he hurts and he doesn’t give a damn about his education either!” Oli tutted, your face growing paler at each word he spoke about Joe. You could feel your hands growing clammy at your thoughts knowing you do know the real Joe and you’ve managed to change the bad guy good and make him care about his education for once.

“Well, at least you’re not wrapped around his finger, even though you’ve been helping him out for the last few months with studying.” Oli smiled at you, his arm now wrapping around your waist causing your stomach to swirl. “You just always keep him in the straight and the narrow. You don’t take his crap which is what I really admire about you. One of the many things I admire about you..” Oli smiled, your heart melting at his words while you smiled shyly.

“What have I done to deserve such sweet words?” You whispered shocked, tilting your head back to look up into Oli’s eyes.

“You deserve to hear sweet words like that all of the time, Y/N. Not just once in a blue moon.” Oli whispered, his smile widening as your eyes teared up. You’ve never been showered with such sweet compliments or adoring words. Oli’s words made you feel overwhelmed and left you melting like an ice cream on the Fourth of July.

“Oli..No one has ever said such sweet things to me..” You smiled, rubbing away the happy tears from your eyes hearing Oli coo and weep his arms tight around your body.

“I don’t understand why that is Y/N..You deserve to hear sweeter things than that..” Oli grinned, his thumb stroking your cheek before he beamed. “Which is why I thought I would give you something that you really deserve..” He continued, his hands now sitting on your hips and twirling you around.

As you twirled around in Oli’s grip, your eyes grew wide in surprise at the sight of a picnic set up. There was a red and white checkered blanket laid out underneath a shady oak tree, a large woven beige basket sitting on the blanket. You covered your mouth in shock feeling your heart explode with happiness and excitement all at once, a squeal leaving your lips.

“Oli!” You squealed, jumping into Oli’s awaiting arms and hugging him tightly.

“You didn’t have to do any of this! You didn’t have to anything..Oh my gosh..” You grinned, laughing as Oli scooped you up bridal style and carried you up the hill to the awaiting picnic.

“Yeah, yeah! Hush! I wanted to do this, now c'mon, I made some pretty mean sandwiches for us!” He grinned, sitting you both down on the blanket, pressing play on the radio for some music.

Nothing could stop the growing smile on your face and the excited thumping of your heart. You’ve never felt as happy as you did in this moment.


“So, what do you want to do in the futre?” Oli asked you as he grabbed s chocolate covered strawberry and pushed it in between his lips.

“I want to continue my education for another couple of years..I want to write..Maybe for the paper or the magazines or maybe even a book..” You explained with a small grin, chewing on the chocolate covered strawberry. “How about you? What are you aspiring to be?” You continued, cupping your cheek in your hand while laying down on your stomach on the blanket.

“I want to produce movies..I like to film a lot with my camera and I like to make shirt movies with my brother..So, I’m really hoping to study producing. I’m hoping to get accepted into the college..” He tells you with a grin, picking up another strawberry.

“You know what Y/N? Can I tell you somrthing?” He whispered, his eyes looking over to yours with hope. Smiling you nodded your head and gazed over to his puppy dog eyes.

“I know I complain and tend to moan about Joe a lot..But in someway, I’m really thankful for him..” He trailed off, your eyebrows raising in surprise.  "if it weren’t for Joe..or the football match..We wouldn’t have started talking..and now look at us..We’re closer than ever..“ Oli grinned, your heart swelling at his words knowing it was true. If it weren’t for Joe then you and Oli would never have started talking.

"I guess that bonehead is good for something things, isn’t he?” You giggled, glancing over to Oli’s eyes seeing him already gazing at you.

“He is good for some things..Because if it want for him..I wouldn’t have got to know you and now..If I didn’t know you..I wouldn’t be able to ask you to the dance.” He whispered, your jaw falling open in shock at his words.

“So, Y/N L/N..Will you do me the pleasure of accompanying me to the dance? Because it would be a pleasure to take you..and an honour to dance with you..” Oli whispered, his hands grabbing yours. You could feel your heart explode with happiness before it instantly fell into the pit of your stomach.

“Oli..” You whispered, completely taken a back. “I don’t know what to say..” You grinned, not expecting to be asked by Oli to the dance.

“Say yes.” Ole grinned, his voice lacing with hope.

Frowning deeply, you could feel your heart breaking instantly at your thoughts.

“I can’t..” You whispered sadly, your frown only deepening seeing Oli’s excited and happy smile now vanish from his face, a look of heart break crossing over his face.

“I-I don’t understand..Why not?” He frowned deeply, his hands now releasing yours making you frown.

Swallowing thickly, you felt your stomach swirl with uneasiness. Hot tears pooling in your eyes. You could feel your chest tighten. It was almost like the entire park was now creeping up on you, trying to suffocate you. It was now or never. Although you tried to avoid the subject as best as you could, there was now way you could get around it now. It was now that you had to break it to Oli and tell him that you are going to the dance but not with him.

“Oli, listen..”

“Did somebody else ask you?” He frowned, cutting you off before you could explain.

“Was it Luke? Ben?” Oli frowned deeper, his body now sitting up right. “I told them that I was going to ask you!” He frowned, standing to his feet. Jumping to your own feet you could feel guilt weigh down your heart as you grabbed Oli’s hands.

“No, no, no..Oli..It wasn’t Ben or Derek..” You frowned, catching your breath to calm your nerves.

“Then who Y/N?” He cut you off, his eyes gazing into yours desperately.

“Look..Oli..” You whispered, heaving in a deep breath while brushing away the tears in your eyes.

“I..I didn’t plan on attending the dance..I wasn’t expecting to be asked either..Oli, you know how much I love you and how much I love your friendship..I just..I-I got asked..and..I said yes..I-I didn’t know or even think that you would want to take me..I’m so sorry Oli..” You whispered sadly, your lips curving into a deeper frown.

“Who’s the lucky guy then?” He frowned, stepping away from your trembling body.

“Oli..I..It doesn’t matter, okay?” You sighed, rubbing your arm, avoiding his gaze.

“Oh yes. Go ahead. Break my heart and don’t tell me who gets to take you to the dance. Why don’t you break my heart even more? Save me the further heartache of seeing you at the dance with this guy and break my heart even more!” He snapped, his eyes glaring at you with fury and heartbreak.

Swallowing thickly, you could feel the tears already pooling in your eyes, knowing that there was no happy ending once you tell him who’s taking you to the dance.

“Oli please..” You whispered weakly.

“No Y/N! I’ve been preparing this all week! It took me a lot of god damn balls to ask and I’m being rejected and you can’t tell me who you’re taking?” He hissed, his eyes glossing over with tears while you felt yourself grow smaller and smaller.


“No Y/N! Tell me! I’ll find out soon enough, won’t I? So, what is there to hide? It’s not like you’re taking Joe Sugg!” He yelled, his breathing heavy.

As the words left his mouth, you couldn’t help but flinch, looking down to your feet. Silence filled the space between you both. A thick tension surrounding you both that you willed for someone to come along and cut it with a knife. You wanted the ground to swallow you and never let you see life again. Your stomach was swirling with guilt and your head was pounding with screaming voices.

“Oh god..Y/N..Please..Please don’t tell me you’re taking him..” Oli croaked, his voice breaking the silence between you both.

Biting down on your lip, you kept your gaze focused on your shoes, finding them a lot more interesting than being able to own up to the actual truth.

“Look me in the eyes. Tell me it’s not true Y/N.” Oli glowered, his voice cracking as you slowly lifted your eyes up to meet his.


“No Y/N! There’s no need to say my name again and again, just give me a straight answer! Yes or no!” He bellowed, your body jumping back in fear as tears began to stream down your cheeks like two rivers.

“Yes Oli! I’m sorry, okay!? I am going to the dance with Joe! I-I’m sorry!” You cried out, running your hands through your hair feeling your body shake.

You watched Oli’s jaw drop slightly before his eyes narrowed at you.

“I can’t believe you! You’re taking him?” He laughed ruefully, his eyes rolling making your heart drop.

“Oli, I didn’t mean for this to happen! I didn’t think you wanted to ask me!” You cried out, rubbing away your tears that were now staining your cheeks.

“No Y/N! You’re pathetic! You’re going to the dance with the biggest d*ck in the school and you won’t go with me!? You know exactly what Joe is like and you still want to go with him!? He plays girls like cards and obviously he’s played you! You’re pathetic!” Oli yelled, a snarl on his lips as he turned around sharply and began to storm off down the hill, you’re heart breaking at his words, tears streaming rapidly down your cheeks.

“Oli, wait up!” You sobbed, your mind bickering back and forward with the voices inside your head as you scurried down the hill.

All you wanted to do was make a truce and make everything okay again. You couldn’t lose Oli. This wasn’t what was meant to happen. Oli was your best friend. His words were now stinging your heart, shattering it into million tiny pieces.

“Why should I wait!? Just stay away from me Y/N!” He frowned, glaring at you over his shoulder.

“Please forgive me! I’m sorry, I-I..” You stammered, only to be silenced by his cry.

“You’re not sorry, are you Y/N? Don’t even bother trying fix this or to fix our friendship, because falling for Joe Sugg is the biggest betrayal. The sad part about all of this?  I thought you were different. I thought for once in my life, I actually had a shot at romance but there I go again, getting shut out for the infamous Joe Sugg. I’m disappointed Y/N. I thought you were different..I thought that you would be the girl that would actually not fall for Joe..But I guess I was wrong, wasn’t I?” He scoffed, tears falling quickly down his cheeks.

Sobbing loudly, you cried out in frustration, wishing that you weren’t  actually in this moment and that all of this was one big nightmare. Oli was your best friend and your rock, you couldn’t lose him.

“I am different Oli! I-I’m not like every other girl, I-I’m different!” You cried, tugging at your hair, wanting to physically tear it from your skull.

Everything was spiralling out of control. You didn’t want this happen. This was meant to be a wicked and twisted nightmare. You wanted for someone to shake you by the shoulders and wake you up so you could fix everything that’s happened.

“No you’re not Y/N..I thought you were..I-I wanted to believe that you were different..But you’re not are you? You’ve fallen for Joe Sugg and you’ve fallen so hard into his smooth charm that you can’t even see it..I just..I’m already heartbroken enough, please just don’t follow me..or text me..or do anything..just stay away Y/N..It will be best for both of us..” Oli growled, his eyes glancing you over once more before he turned around, storming away from the scene madly.

Biting down on your quivering lip, you felt your body collapse onto the ground. Why is it that when everything is going so smoothly and great that it all goes wrong? Today started on such an excited high and now you want nothing more than to sleep and cry it all away. You gained someone that you thought would never be in your life but you lost one of the most important people in your life.

Falling to the ground, you tucked your knees up against your chest. Your tears growing hotter and heavier as they started to rapidly slip down your cheeks the way rain falls down the glass of the window. Pushing your head in between your knees, you could feel your body shake with the sobs that left your lips. Your lungs were burning for air, something that you weren’t giving them. You didn’t know how to feel. It was like a tornado of trouble spiralled into your life and you wanted nothing more than to sleep everything away. You were wondering why you’re now not emotionally stable. Why were you feeling like this?

Even though you don’t feel anything for Oli in your heart, he is still occupying your mind.

You couldn’t get Oli off of your mind, maybe that’s because he’s supposed to be there.


Hello lovelies,

ahhh here’s Frat Brat part eight! I am so so super excited about this series because it is certainly not finished just yet! I really hope that you enjoyed reading this part as much as I loved writing this part!

What will happen to Oli and Y/N? Will Oli ever talk to Y/N again? Has Y/N made the right decision of going to the dance with Joe? Will everything go perfectly fine at the dance or is there trouble in the horizon? Has Y/N made the best decision of her life or has it officially become the worst?

Would anybody like a part nine? Please, please, please don’t be afraid to comment down below if you would! Your comments, your feedback, your messages and absolutely everything means the world to me! Your comments really motivate me to write more and more for all of you and your comments mean the entire world to me!

Thank you all so incredibly much for the lovely, sweet, beautiful and heart warming happy birthday messages! Your comments and messages made me tear up, I was completely overwhelmed and I don’t think I can ever thank you all so much for making my birthday so incredibly special! Thank you all so much!

I would really like to take this time to also apologise for not updating in over a week. It was never meant to plan or work out this way. My laptop has been glitching lately which hasn’t been very fun, and I do prefer to write on my laptop when I can and my iPad has also been glitching. But I’m really very thankful that I’ve sorted out my laptop and that I’ve now been able to finish the chapter and finally post! Again, I am really incredibly and deeply sorry for not having posting sooner but I would like to thank you all so incredibly much for your patience and kind support!

All of you, yes you, mean so incredibly much to me and I am so grateful and so blessed and lucky that all of you are my readers! You are all so lovely, thoughtful, kind, beautiful, gorgeous and down to earth and I can never, ever thank you all so much for reading my stories and my imagines. I am so incredibly lucky and I can never thank you all enough for supporting my writing! I want to hug each and every single one of you beautiful little souls!

I love you all so incredibly much and now that my laptop is fixed, I hope to post a lot more sooner than I promised last time!

I hope all of you had a beautiful day because all of you deserve it!

Again, I am so deeply sorry for the late update and for taking so long to post but thank you all so much for being so patient.

I would also like to take this time to say that I am so deeply saddened for Orlando and my thoughts and prayers are with the victims, the families, friends and citizens of Orlando.

I love all of you so incredibly much, please never forget that.

I promise another update really soon!

All of my love xxx

This week has been a struggle hence why I haven’t posted much. I’ve had good breakfasts and mostly good lunches but dinners out, birthdays have made it difficult and being ill has just made me mega LAZY.

Also, not going to lie, it’s the end of the month and I’m a poor peasant which doesn’t make food optimising as easy when you’re a fussy eater because it means pasta and rice dishes.

Currently in Tesco’s thinking about what to buy. This kind of time is when going to group is amazing for support and motivation. Wahh feeling sorry for myself, whatever, someone motivate me please 😭

BUT check out the Timehop from 3 years ago and a snap shot from last weekend. I still forget what I looked like as a fatty, which for me meant: lethargy, chafing, clothes nightmares (apart from the saviour that is ASOS Curve) and just general discomfort.

Sorry followers if recent posts have been rubbish due to me not sticking to plan at the weekends and such. The aim of this was to keep me honest and on track, I’ve just fallen off the wagon a bit.

Ugh ‘scuse the essay, I’ll come back later.


I meant to write this elaborate comic about buying a stapler a few months ago when i was at work but forgot about it till just now so here’s a really brief comic about buying a stapler instead

anonymous asked:

Imagine Darcy seeing Steve upset about something, so she offers to buy him a cup of coffee and chat while subtly shooing autograph seekers away for the moment.

When they first met, Steve was never really happy. Sure, he put on a good face, and knew how to smile like he meant it, but he was so obviously miserable that it tore at her heart. So she made sure to be extra nice to him, to include him when she organised things, and eventually he became less and less miserable, and more genuinely content. A few months ago, Darcy upgraded her mental assessment from ‘content’ to ‘happy’ and was glad to do so.

Today, though, he was miserable again. Even his pretty blond hair was drooping in apparent misery.  He looked like a giant, kicked puppy and, placing her still mostly full cup of coffee in the sink, she decides to be pro-active this time.

“Hey Steve, wanna go grab a coffee with me?” She asks, already hooking their arms together and aiming them towards the elevator. She knows a great little place that has comfy seats, and a great range of deserts cooked in store.

The first few minutes, after they leave the building, are completely silent. Darcy can appreciate the value of silence, but is rarely patent enough to let it stretch out. She decides to wait until after they’re in the café, with their coffee and cakes in front of them. They don’t make it that far before Steve speaks, however.

“Today is my Mothers birthday.” He says quietly, and Darcy pats the arms she’s still entwined with in what she hopes is a comforting manner. They arrive at the café shortly after, and Steve starts to speak again after they’re settled with their coffee and cake slices.

“I miss her; I’ve missed her since she died. It’s been years, but I still ache, you know?” He asks, not even bothering to blow on his hot coffee before he takes a drink. Darcy thinks about suggesting he go visit the cemetery, but isn’t sure if Mrs. Rogers tombstone would still be there, if the grave would be, and doesn’t want to cause Steve more pain. He looks out the window, slight downturn to his lips, and Darcy reaches across the table to hold his hand. His face softens, even if he doesn’t look at her.

She’s about to take another sip of her latte, when she spots two of the cafés other occupants. Probably in their late teens, maybe early twenties, they’re obviously comparing Steve with a picture on their phone, getting more and more excited as they realise that, yes, that’s Captain America. She pats Steves large hand a few times before excusing herself for a minute. They look at her as she walks up, apprehension on their faces, and so she smiles at them.

“Hi, I see you’ve noticed Steve.” She gets two nods and blinding grins at the confirmation that he really is Captain America.

“Now, normally he’d be all for signing autographs and taking pictures, he’s a people pleaser. Right now isn’t so good for that, though.” She says, trying to be subtle, because you never know who’s got a blog or who writes for magazine websites, and the last thing Steve needs is a ‘Steve Rogers Battling Depression?’ headline. Not like it wasn’t true, especially after he first defrosted, but he didn’t need his personal life spread across front pages.

“We noticed he looked a bit sad.” The blonde said, looking past her at where Steve was still sitting. The other kid nods, subtly slipping their pen and paper back into their bag.

“We won’t bug him. Everyone needs a personal day, and Captain Rogers deserves one more than most. Deserves a personal year, probably.” Darcy smiles at them, thanks them, before going back to Steve. They sit quietly for a few moments, before Darcy gets Steves attention by kicking his leg.

“Tell me about her?” Darcy asks, and Steve grins at her.

“She was amazing, Darcy. You would’ve gotten along like a house on fire, I think.” He says, perking up, moving onto his food as he delves into stories about his mother. His eyes light up the more he talks about his mother and his childhood, and Darcy notices that more and more people recognise him the more he smiles. The two people she’d spoken to before, though, are playing interference. Darcy sees the two of them talking to other customers when they look over at Steve for too long, and smiles at them whenever they catch eyes.

She’ll track them down later, probably through the café, and make sure they get an autograph and her thanks, at the very least, but she spends the rest of the afternoon drinking coffee and talking to Steve. They got back to the tower, hand in hand, with not a single autograph signed or photo posed for.