my boyfriend is also my brother

aLRIGHT AU TIME

Lance pokes fun of Shiro being a merman (not an actual merman unfortunately), and pidge and hunk, defending their father’s honour, dares lance to take some of Shiro’s classes (he teaches people how to become merppl n all that w allura). 

Lance takes the dare and finds out this guy from one of his classes, whom he has a one-sided rivalry with, goes for mermaid lessons as well and *insert oh no he’s hot moment here*

anyway there’s lots of pining and swimming and mermaids and keith being obsessed with the mythical merpeople n lance finding it endearing as hell

[edit:] I’m not planning to write this however I will be building upon this au If you wanna write this or whatever could you link it to me? I wanna see it :D

taako and lup play switcheroo with each other because lup wants to make sure kravitz is a trustworthy boyfriend for her brother and she is also veeeery persuasive but like it doesn’t in any universe work because barry knows immediately it’s taako and is like “hey taako where’s lup” and he’s like “oh uh she’s making sure my man isn’t a total dickweed” and he’s like “sure sure wanna play cards?” meanwhile kravitz catches on really quickly but plays along and takes her on a really nice date and is a total gentleman the whole time then at the end of the night he’s like “well it was nice to get to know you, lup, shall i take you home?” and she’s like HECK I WAS THE ONE WHO WAS BAMBOOZLED and she’s like “um no ill catch a cab and get home on my own” and he opens a portal and she’s like “oh shit, psyche, take me home big boy” and as kravitz fetches his actual datemate she’s just in the background with barry pointing at her own eyes and then at him in a threatening way but tbh the way kravitz sweeps taako off his feet when he sees him and is like not even a little upset about the little ploy for sure warms her up to him

ok but listen to me i know andrew is meant to have the emotional capacities of a toaster oven and i know he’s supposed to be all dead inside but don’t tell me that andrew isn’t the most sappy little shit in his own unique way bc like,,,

  • he literally dresses neil up everytime they’re having a night out?? like he actually takes the time to go out and pick something nice out for him to wear like whaaa. 
  • here take the keys to my home & oh btw i had duplicate keys made for you so you can drive my car around like whenever you want to so yea feel free also here are some custom made arm bands that match mine to like a tee 
  • he has no problems choosing his boyfriend over his brother 
  • “you are a pipe dream.“ 
  • he GIVES HIM A BATH ?!?! he towel dries him after??
  • he HelPS neil out of his t-shirt when he’s too sore to manage it by himself?? 
  • he’s so weak for neil that he’s constantly reaching out to touch him?? i mean c'mon people he was tapping his fingers against the pulse point of neil’s throat, i mean who does that, even with their crushes, who does that???? esp when it’s important to note he doesn’t normally enjoy physical contact & rarely ever initiates it but the tHIRST is rEAL !!! 
  • shitty middle school level flirting: "i’m not a math problem,” “but i’ll still solve you” “i need a new toy to play with” “i don’t like to share” like affghs this boy
  • matching phones, matching RINGTONES, wtf andrew we know you’re a twin but does everything have to come in twos??
  • he’s all about that rooftop romance aesthetic, chain-smoking at 2 am, trading retorts and kisses in the dark
  • he likes wearing fuckign skull caps. skull caps.
  • he has a thing for long drives 
  • he kissed neil like the world started & stopped at neil’s mouth, yea, you remember that line?? me too. i almost birthed my kidney when i read it.
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emoiplier  asked:

Hi there! I've just recently started teaching myself spanish, and I was curious; what mistakes do you often see people learning Spanish make? Thank you!

¡Hola!

Well, there are so many kinds of mistakes.

I think the most common mistake of all time is to forget if a word is feminine or masculine. But I understand this can be difficult and even advanced students still get some words wrong, but they correct themselves right away.

Related to that, adjectives also have gender and number. Remember the adjective goes after the noun, most of the time.

And… articles, and possessive adjectives also have gender and number.

Articles: un, una, unos, unas (a, some); el, la, los, las (the).
Possessive adjectives: mi, mis, tu, tus, su, sus, nuestro/a, nuestros/as.

Remember the important thing here is the noun, and the adjectives, articles and possessive adjectives will change depending on the noun.

For example:

  • Tengo una flor bonita. - I have a pretty flower.
  • Tengo unas flores bonitas. - I have some pretty flowers.
  • Mi amigo es simpático. - My friend is nice.
  • Mis amigos son simpáticos. - My friends are nice.

problema

The word problema. This word ends in “a” but it is a masculine word. So we say:

  • el problema - the problem
  • un problema - a problem
  • muchos problemas - many problems

I made a post of the most common words that end in “a” but are masculine. here.

gente

The word gente (people). In English the word “people” is plural, but in Spanish “gente” is feminine and singular because we use it as a group of people. So we say:

  • la gente - the people
  • mucha gente - many people
  • poca gente - few people

I also made a post about this here. :)

Remember it is:
¿Cuál es tu nombre? - What is your name?
And not: ¿Qué es tu nombre? (X)

In English, when you have two nouns you just put them together, as “action movie” or “orange juice”.

In Spanish we need de in between these two nouns. For example:

  • película de acción - action movie (movie of action)
  • jugo de naranja - orange juice (juice of orange)
  • clase de piano - piano class (class of piano)

Also with people:

  • el hermano de mi amiga - My friend’s brother (the brother of my friend)
  • la madre de mi novio - My boyfriend’s mother (the mother of my boyfriend)

In English you can say “I eat breakfast” or “I have breakfast” but in Spanish we have a verb to say this, So we don’t need the verb “eat” or “have”.

desayunar: to have breakfast

  • ¿Qué desayunaste? - What did you have for breakfast?
  • Esta mañana desayuné huevos y jugo de naranja. - This morning I had eggs and orange juice for breakfast.

We also have:

  • almorzar: to have lunch
  • comer: to have lunch/dinner (In Spain and Latin America the main meal is in the afternoon, around 14:00 to 16:00)
  • merendar: to have an afternoon snack
  • cenar: to have dinner

Visit my post related to this.

Many students get confused by these pronouns because in English you say “at school” or “at the party” but a is not at.

We use a when someone or something is going/moving to somewhere.
We use en when someone or something is located somewhere.

a = to
en = in/on/at

So we say:
Hoy fui a la escuela. - Today I went to school.
Estoy en la escuela. - I’m at school.

Voy a ir a una fiesta. - I’m going to a party.
Hay mucha gente en la fiesta. - There are a lot of people at the party.

See my post about this.

Remember it is:

Gracias por _____ - Thank you for ___
Perdón por _____ - Sorry for ___

When we want to say that we like something, we always need an article before the noun.

  • Me gusta el chocolate. - I like chocolate.
    Me gusta chocolate (X)

  • Me gustan las películas. - I like movies.
    Me gusta películas (X)
    Me gustan películas (X)

Remember “gusta” changes to “gustan” when the noun is plural.

When we want to talk about someone else’s likes. We use le.

le gusta / le gustan

And we also need A before the person that we are talking about:

  • A ella le gusta el café - She likes coffee.
  • A mi hermano le gustan los dinosaurios - My brother likes dinosaurs.
  • A mi amigo le gusta el fútbol - My friend likes football

(I think I should make a post only for “gustar”)

These are Spanish words that look very similar to English words but have different meanings.

See the post here.

I don’t know why some beginner Spanish students just skip these verbs or they take too long to learn them. We use them all the time and knowing how Reflexive Verbs work will help you understand many common phrases as:

¿Me veo bien? - Do I look good?
Te quiero ver. - I want to see you.
Nos vamos a la playa. - We’re going to the beach.
¿Cómo se dice? - How do you say it?

See my post: Introduction to Reflexive Verbs.
And here’s a video :)


I think that’s all for now!
People make all kinds of mistakes depending on their level and their first language. But these are the mistakes that I see repeating over and over again in all kinds of students.

However, don’t let mistakes stop you from talking. We can’t be perfect and we were not born knowing everything. And besides, people understand and they are glad to know you are making an effort learning their language.

:)

Gotta Get Better. (pt. II)

Part I |

Recap: And hell did you forget every plan you made once your eyes caught his. He looked at you then back at the suitcase then back at you. “Are you traveling somewhere?” He asked, wanting you to deny the possibilties he had in his head.

“I want to break up.” 


“Wh-What?” Harry stuttured, gulping as his hands began to get sweaty and the air closed in on him. 

“I want to break up.” You repeated, eyes falling to the floor as to avoid his gaze. 

He slowly and genty sat on the couch beside you, leaving distance between the both of you that the both of you hated. “Why?” 

You released a low chuckle, shaking your head. “Why? Really?” 

“Yes, Y/N. Why? Why after 3 and half years would you want to break up? Tell me what went wrong?” Harry asked in a shaky voice, looking at you, absorbing you as if it was the last time he might see you. 

Feeling anger inside of you, you turned to look at him. “Who are you? Who the fuck are you? Are you the same guy I met years ago?” You accused, standing up. “I have been trying so hard, Harry. I have been trying so hard to keep this going, convincing myself that you were just having a rough day but fuck, this is the first time you look me in the eyes since 3 weeks ago!” 

He stayed silent, shamefully looking at you and gulping all the words he wanted to say. Hell, he wanted to beg, plead that he needed you; but he didn’t. 

“Okay.” He said. 

Your stomach dropped, looking at him. “Okay?” 

He stood up and approached you, his hand moving to cup your cheek gently. “I love you, yeah? I just can’t do this anymore.” 

He broke as he watched your glossy eyes, hearing you gasp a sob as you helplessly looked up at him. “What happened?” You whispered, searching through his eyes for anything; a feeling telling you stay, an explanation, just anything. 

“We’re going to hold each other back, love.” 

You couldn’t take it anymore. You slapped his hand away from you and wiped your tears with your sleeve before storming out of the house with your suitcase behind you. 


“Y/N,” James Corden began, “You have your tour coming up, is that right?” 

You nodded with your best fake smile, “Yeah.” 

“Your album is also predicted to be nominated for a Grammy.” He said, making everyone cheer.

“Not getting my hopes too high.” You chuckled, crossing your leg over the other. 

“You should. The album was incredible. Lots of love songs, huh?” James joked. Your smile faltered before you coughed and shrugged. 

“It’s a very mushy album, yeah. Gives you some teenage vibes.” 

“And that’s inspired by your long term boyfriend and my mate, isn’t it?” James had no idea that he had touched a fresh wound. A wound that after a week still hadn’t been cured. 

Nevertheless, you nodded. “It was also inspired by a lot of love stories I saw around me, you know? My friends, parents, just a bunch of people whom are very in love.” 


“What the fuck, Harry?” Gemma’s eyes widened, staring at her sulking brother who sat on his back on his bed, hands covering his face after he broke the news to her. 

“I have scolded myself enough for the both of us.” He mumbled. 

“I’m sure it’s not enough. Listen, I know you like keeping some things to yourself and I always tell you to do what feels right to you, what makes you comfortable but that was such a dick move. You let her slip through your fingers and for what? Nobody knows. So if you please, enlighten me on why you let someone like Y/N leave?” Gemma crossed her arms, her eyes set in a glare. 

“I don’t know what I want, Gemma! I’m moving onto huge things, things I’m not sure I can maintain and Y/N - She’s going on tour and I-” 

“Is this new to you? Is this the first time one of you is on tour? First time apart? Harry, tell me honestly,” Gemma closed her eyes momentarily, taking in a deep breath. “Did you cheat on her? Is there someone el-” 

“God, no! Why would you think that?” Harry instantly sat up, looking at his sister in shock with his mouth agape. 

“Why wouldn’t I?” Gemma mumbled. 

At that moment, Harry closed his eyes. If his own sister thought he cheated, what was the girl he will always love thinking? 


Three agonizing weeks passed for the both of you. Questions ran through your mind everday but one question was what you always slept on; what went wrong? 


“Are you tired, yet, London?!” You raised an arm up at the crowd who instantly screamed louder. Standing in front of thousands of people, surrounded by your crew, you felt like yourself for the first time in so long. 

That until, you decided to confide in the people whom you know will always stay there for you and support you; your fans. 

“A little while back, something happened that took a piece of me. Someone took a piece of me,” You let out a low chuckle. “And, you know there is a time when you feel like - like that tunnel isn’t dimmed, like there isn’t light at the end of it as people say. It’s like your tunnel is pitch black and you’re just - just confused, scared. And so you have questions like where’s that light? Where’s my light?” You pointed at yourself as you stood in the middle of the stage, feeling your eyes well up. 

“So I did what I do best; I wrote a song. This song isn’t on the album, so you might not know the words,” At this, everyone cheered as a few screamed the heartfelt “I love you”’s. You sat down on the stage steps, taking a breath as the music began before you began to sing. 

As you sang, the swaying movement of mobile flashlights put you more into the mood as everyone stayed quiet to absorb every word that left your mouth. 

Do you care, do you care?
Why don’t you care?
I gave you all of me
My blood, my sweat, my heart, and my tears
Why don’t you care, why don’t you care?
I was there, I was there, when no one was
Now you’re gone and I’m here.
” 

You stood up, walking to the front of the stage close, now aware of the tears running down your cheeks as you knelt close to the fans. 

I have questions for you
Number one, tell me who you think you are
You got some nerve trying to tear my faith apart
(I have questions for you)
Number two, why would you try and play me for a fool?
I should have never ever ever trusted you (I have questions)
Number three, why weren’t you, who you swore that you would be?
I have questions, I got questions haunting me.


He listened to it. Harry had already planned to watch your show after it was done by the fans who post shows they have been to online but when everyone was tweeting and commenting about his and your breakup and a song you had sung in your first show, he didn’t have to search for long to find the link to your exclusive song that apparently was written about him. 

And hell to it, he cried. No, scratch that, he bawled. The house you bought together and called a home was now mocking him, guilty tripping him for doubting what they had.

In his defense, Harry acted out of fear. The fear of disconnection, the fear of the distance becoming too much and the fear of doing what he wanted but not succeeding and making your proud and good God did he want to live to do that. 

With everyone pointing accusing fingers at him, including his close friends and family, Harry turned to the leather shelter he felt comfort in. He wrote sincere words of apology; words he couldn’t bring himself to call you up and say just now. 


You sipped on your smoothie, smiling at your pianist, Xavier and your guitarist, Jessica who were talking about your last show in Amsterdam as you sat in a cafe close to your hotel in the morning.

“I think this tour will be so eventful.” Jess said, leaning back in her chair. 

“How so?” Xavier asked her before taking a bite of his sandwich. 

She shrugged, “I’m not a psychic, you dick.” 

You chuckled, watching Xavier flip her off before laughing. 

“Have you checked your Twitter?” Jess asked you, adjusting her sunglasses on the top of her head.

You felt for yours on your head, putting it on the table as your swelled up eyes stared at your hands. You shook your head, tracing figures on the table with your fingertips. 

Xavier and Jess exchanged a look before looking back at you, “You sure you can continue this tour, Y/N? You know your mental health is above anything.” Xavier said gently, putting his hand on yours as a friendly soothing gesture. 

You nodded, looking at the both of them. “He thought we were going to hold each other back, I’m not going to make him do that to me now.” 


Months passed. Months of you trying to move on and months of Harry confiding in his leather journal and friends, recording his album in the getaway he chose, Jamaica. He even cut his hair. 

He didn’t try to avoid the tabloids or the news about you, he didn’t unfollow you on Instagram like you did with him; he knew you didn’t want to see anything that had to do with him but he wanted to see every inch of you. 

“Ready?” Harry asked in the mic in the room where he stood with his guitar along with his band mates. 

Mumbles of “yes”’s were heard and so did Harry counting, 

“Two, three, four.” 

The soft tunes began, Harry swiftly and gently swaying in his place as his head played the memories he clung to. 

Meet me in the hallway,” He sang softly. He repeated the verse before singing the words that now not only his leather friend knew, 

I just left your bedroom
Give me some morphine
Is there any more to do?
” 

And hell was he hurting. 

Just let me know, I’ll be at the door, at the door
Hoping you’ll come around
Just let me know I’ll be on the floor, on the floor
Maybe we’ll work it out
I gotta get better, gotta get better,

His eyes were shut in concentration as every word rolled off his tongue with the feelings he felt; with the wishes he wanted. 

And maybe we’ll work it out.

By the end of the song, Harry’s eyes closed as a way to block the tears, turning his face upwards as he took deep breaths and only a mumble that he told himself fell from his lips, 

I gotta get better.


Not the best, I know, I know. Sigh.

-H x 

Clary: hey, I’m Clary, this is my friend Alec, he killed my mom and I almost killed his sister Izzy who I have a huge crush on, and this is Jace their adopted brother who’s also my brother and ex boyfriend, we’re all shadowhunters, and this is my best friend Simon the vampire, he has a crush on me and he’s the adopted son of Alec’s warlock boyfriend, Magnus, who has another adopted son, Raphael who’s also a vampire and who Simon also has a crush on

My brother’s best friend || 3 D.H.

A/N: HERE’S THE THIRD PART! i’m glad my brother is not that overprotective tbh haha. 

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POV: Reader

MASTERLIST // PART ONE // PART TWO // PART THREE // PART FOUR

Originally posted by listenm8

The door was pushed open. The sudden light hurt my eyes. After they had adjusted to the stinging brightness I could clearly see my brother’s angry expression.

“What the hell are you doing?” He shouted wide eyed, staring at the both of us.

It was more than obvious what Dan was here for. He still had one arm slung around my waist and we were awfully close.

I blushed in embarrassment and just wanted to hide behind Dan’s tall figure, but we had to talk this out. I guess I should’ve talked to Phil about this early but I never thought that there was a chance that Dan felt the same way. Now it was too late and my brother had to find out that his little sister and his best friends had feelings for each other the hard way.

“Phil, I’m sorry. I should’ve told you about my crush on Dan.” I apologized, but Phil ignored me.

His eyes had gone cold and he was glaring at Dan. Full on death glare.

“Mate, we didn’t know this was gonna happen-“ Dan started before he got cut off by Phil.

“Get your hands off my sister.” He hissed. I never thought that Phil Lester, the angle on earth, could be that threatening.

“Woah, hey Phil calm-“

“I said get away from her.” Phil growled, causing, me to unwillingly take a few steps away from Dan.

I swallowed hard, I had never imagined Phil to be that mad.

“What makes you think that you can just fool around with my little sister!” he shouted, completely forgetting that I was in the room.

“I asked you to pick her up from school, not to sneak in her room at night!”

The two boys were now dangerously close. Phil was intimidating like I had never seen him before.

“Could you please calm down. We are just two people who like each other okay?” Dan didn’t take a step back although his best friend was nearly pushing him.

At the mention of “we” Phil seemed to realise that I existed too.

“So you like him.” He questioned me unbelievingly and the look on his face made me wish to be able to deny his statement.

Instead I simply nodded and took a step towards Dan again. The tall brown haired boy was about to take my hand in his, but he stopped in the middle of his tracks as my brother cleared his throat as a warning.

“When were you gonna tell me that you are fucking around with my little sister, Howell?”

Phil would normally make sure not to use explicit language, but he really didn’t seem to care anymore.

“I wasn’t fucking around with her, mate!” Dan complained, getting mad as well. Their chests were by now nearly touching and I was scared that one of them would eventually hurt the other.

Both of their eyes were formed into slits as the air was full of tension.

“No? Well then what were you doing? In the middle of the night in my sister’s room?” Phil acted like he was thinking hard, provoking Dan even more.

“Look, we just found out we like each other today. It’s not like we have been hiding this from you for months.” Dan explained in an attempt to calm Phil down.

I was really thankful for the fact that Dan always keeps a clear head no matter how heated the situation may be.

“I don’t care, okay? She is still my little sister.” Phil shouted as his angriness reached another peak.

“Yes, but she is also old enough to date whoever she wants to date!” Dan retorted, wrapping his left arm around my waist. This time not even Phil’s death glare could stop him.

I blushed when Dan mentioned the dating part. He actually wanted to date me. He wanted to be my boyfriend. If the situation hadn’t been that awful I would’ve jumped around with glee.

“She can date, but not you.” Phil hissed with so much finality in his voice that it was scary.

My eyes widened in shock. As I grasped the meaning of his words. He was forbidding our relationship in all honesty.

“That’s not fair!” I shouted outraged.

Dan was right, I was old enough to make my own decisions.

“You are right. Well sometimes the world just isn’t fair, okay? Dan needs to keep his dirty hands of you!”

“He is your best friend. You’d give up your left leg for him, but as soon as he shows any interest in me you suddenly act like he is your archenemy.” I retorted. Phil wasn’t making any sense. He just couldn’t deal with the fact that I had my own life.

“I said no, Y/N. “

“Phil, you can’t stop us from being together. I really like her, I don’t see what’s problem with that.”

Dan was desperate by now. We had never thought that it would be that difficult.

“My problem is that you two dating is not a good idea. You are older than her, you are way more experienced than her, I know your history with girls as well as your intentions and she is my little sister after all! She’s a taboo for you. Got it?” Phil growled his words were final and we knew that nothing we could say could change his mind. Not now. He needed time.

Dan opened his mouth to say something, not giving up that easily but I stopped him by squeezing his hand that I was still holding.

“Thank you for trying, Dan. I don’t think fighting more now would change something. Let’s talk tomorrow.” I whispered, deeply looking into his chocolate brown eyes.

Dan’s eyes softened as he nodded.

“I should leave, shouldn’t I?” he asked.

Before I could answer Phil had already shouted “Yes!”

10 minutes later Dan’s car left our drive way. It was around midnight and I wished he could stay, but I don’t think this house could bare that much tension. I watched him make his way down the road from the kitchen window until his car took a scarp left turn and wasn’t to be seen anymore.

I felt exhausted like I had just worked out for ten straight hours. I was worn out. After the high I felt because of being with Dan I felt dull now.

I let myself fall on my bed face first and couldn’t stop the tears from coming anymore. The hot salty water ran down my cheeks. Dan had feelings for me. He wanted to be my boyfriend but Phil ruined it all. Why was my brother suddenly so overprotective? There was no reason to act like that!

I decided to finally call one of my best friends. She was good at giving advice and she had already helped me with a lot of relationship questions. She was also the only one I had talked about Dan with, she knew I had a major crush on him.

She picked up after it ran a few times, sounding tired. I had probably woken her up and immediately regretted my decision to call her because I felt so bad.

“What’s up?” I heard her say but I couldn’t answer instead I sobbed into the speaker of my phone.

“Y/N, are you okay?” she sounded far more awake now.

I wished she could see me nod so I wouldn’t have to speak. Eventually, I stuttered a few words and she seemed to understand.

“I’ll be at your house in ten minutes.”

Just like she promised her car stopped in the drive way ten minutes later to get me. Since my room was on the ground floor I only had to climb out my window, no heights or jumping involved. I needed to have a long talk and comforting words as well as ice cream right now.

When she started driving to her house I was glad to distance myself from my brother who I normally loved to bits….

“Dan, where is she?!”

Phil shouted into his phone at 1 am. He couldn’t find a way to sleep after being so harsh and rude to his sister and his best friend. He just wanted to apologize, but when he walked into her room it was completely empty.

“Who?”

“Y/N, obviously.” Phil snarled, getting nervous.

“Have you checked her bed?”

“She is not home.”

“Well, she is not at my place either!” Dan couldn’t keep his voice down.

Panic.

anonymous asked:

Jimon + "where's your boyfriend" "he's in the library also you do know he's not actually my boyfriend, right?"

sorry this took so long! trying to get back into the flow and fill all the prompts in my inbox. also, this prompt is a d o r a b l e.

“Hey.” Alec chucks a wadded up piece of paper at Simon’s head.  “You know where my brother is? Jace isn’t answering my texts.” Simon doesn’t look up from his notes, not bothering to dignify that with a response. 

Hey.” Alec says, louder this time, and then he sighs - his put out, why is everyone around me an idiot sigh - and says slowly “Simon, where’s your boyfriend?” 

That gets Simon’s attention. 

“He’s not my boyfriend.” Simon says churlishly, a furious blush creeping up his cheeks as he tries to ignore the traitorous part of his mind that whispers though I wish he was. “And he’s in the library.” 

“How long do we have to keep pretending we don’t know the two of you are dating?” Magnus asks idly, frowning over his final design for his class. They’re sitting around the table in Alec and Jace’s apartment, all of their various notes from various classes scattered over the surface as they put in as much studying as they can before finals start next week. 

“You do understand we’re not dating.” Simon insists. Izzy raises an eyebrow at him. 

“Yeah, he just calls you babe because that’s what bros do, right?” 

“It’s an inside joke.” Simon says. He taps his pen against his notes. “We should all be studying instead of pursuing this false narrative of who I’m dating.” 

“Jace cuddles you during movie night.” Maia says flatly. “That can’t be normal.” 

“He’s touchy.” Simon protests. “He’s like a fucking octopus.” 

“Give it up.” Clary says mildly, scratching something out in the margin of her notes. “Jace brought him flowers once and Simon chalked it up to the flower shop having a discount day.” 

“It’s true.” Simon says, bewildered. Alec’s looking at him like Simon’s grown a third head. 

“You’re absolutely the most obtuse person I’ve ever met.” Alec says. “You two are dating.” 

“No, we’re not.” Simon says, throwing his hands up in the air. The door opens then, and Jace walks in, looking tired as he shrugs his backpack off his shoulder. 

“Group project went late.” He explains as he shrugs off his hoodie and walks over to the table, fluffing up his hair. “I’d like to throw whoever invented assigning random groups into a pit of fire.” He puts a hand on Simon’s shoulder and squeezes as Simon tips his head back and looks at Jace, smiling stupidly at the sight of him. Jace grins, his eyes going soft. 

“Hey, Simon.” He says, and his voice is low and intimate as he ducks down and presses a kiss to the tip of Simon’s nose. “Miss my awe-inspiring presence?” 

“Not even close.” Simon says, laughing. Jace shakes his head and brushes his thumb across the skin of Simon’s neck, and then looks at everyone else. 

“Pizza?” he asks. Simon faces forward again, and looks at Alec’s deeply unimpressed face. 

Without a word, Alec leans over and squeezes his hand on Magnus’ shoulder, looking into his boyfriend’s eyes. 

“Hey, Magnus.” Alec says slowly, his voice as low as Jace’s was when he spoke to Simon. “Pizza?” 

Magnus just smiles at Alec, small and private, and Alec turns slightly to look at Simon. 

“I can’t make my point any clearer.” He says grimly. Simon swallows. 

Yeah, okay, Alec might have a point, but the mass of butterflies suddenly taking up residence in Simon’s stomach are not a good boost of confidence. 

“What?” Jace asks, puzzled. “Am I missing something?” Simon gulps, slowly pushing his chair out and standing. “Simon? Are you okay?” 

Jace is looking at him, concerned - probably because Simon looks like he’s going to throw up - but Simon wordlessly tugs at Jace’s arm until he follows Simon to his bedroom, face creased in worry. 

“You’re worrying me, dude.” He says, and then when Simon shuts the door of Jace’s bedroom - to whoops from Clary and Maia - and thunks his head against the wood frame, he says, softer, “Simon. Babe. What’s wrong?” 

That.” Simon whirls around and points at Jace. “That is what’s wrong!” Jace inhales sharply, his face paling and his eyes widening. 

“You don’t like it.” He says, and his voice is rough. 

“I do.” Simon says, frazzled. “I do, and that’s terrifying. Are we…dating?” 

“No.” Jace says, quickly, and Simon’s heart sinks to his feet like it’s made of stone. “Not…yet?” Jace adds, hopefully, and then he’s stepping forward, his eyes serious. 

“I’ve been told we are.” Simon says, and then he takes a step closer too. “By very reliable sources.” 

“Well we can’t let them down.” Jace says emphatically, and then he’s leaning in and framing Simon’s face with his broad hands, eyelashes fluttering shut as he kisses Simon, lips soft and insistent. Simon feels a swooping feeling begin in his chest and burst outward, his toes curling as he digs his fingers into Jace’s waist and kisses back, light-headed with the unyielding press of Jace’s body. 

“For the record,” Jace adds, breaking the kiss and sliding his hands to Simon’s neck as he presses in closer, walking Simon backwards to the bed, “I was seeing if I could stealth date you until you had to say yes to me, because you were too used to it.” 

“That’s ridiculous.” Simon laughs, trips over his feet as he walks backward, and keeps laughing as Jace steadies him and pushes him onto the bed. “That’s - what the fuck, Jace.” 

Jace shrugs, unrepentant, as he braces one knee on the bed next to Simon and straddles him, his eyes gleaming. “I didn’t say it was a good plan.” He smirks. “You make me stupid, Lewis, what can I say?” 

“You’re unreal.” Simon says, and he pulls Jace forward, both of them smiling helplessly as they kiss. 

Sweet Revenge (G.D Smut)

Summary: Grayson has always been a “prankster” and has pranked you quite a few times, but this time you decide to pull a “hickey” prank on him, and things don’t go quite as planned.

(Text Messages are in Bold)

Warnings: Dom Gray, Smut, Angst.

Word Count: 1,800

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“Y/N stop wiggling, it’s going to look fake if you don’t stop moving!” My friend scolded, as she painted fake hickey’s along my neck.

“Sorry, Sorry, i’ll stop!”

Why the hickeys you ask?  Because today, is the day I finally successfully prank my boyfriend of a year, Grayson. You see, Gray has always been a prankster, wether the pranks be geared at me, Ethan, or his friends, he pulled them off some how. And I have yet to give him payback for all of the pranks I have endured from this boy. There’s been mousetraps on the floor,clown pranks, paintball pranks, honestly too many for me to count, but today was the day he was going to endure my wrath.

The plan was meticulously thought and planned out, through and through.          They were currently on a plane back home from Jersey, where the twins had resided for a few weeks. But, Grayson would have everything but a relaxing arrival home. Ethan was planned to text me at 1:23 which is when they would be five minutes from the house, also a cue for my friend to leave so nothing looked suspicious.  Cameras were already set throughout the house, ready to  capture his priceless reaction. The rest, relied on my acting skills, which If i say so myself, should be pretty damn believable.

Now, I was getting the finishing touch done on my fake hickeys, and honestly, I couldn’t stop wiggling because I was so anxious about the turnout of this plan.  I know Gray’s going to be mad, but hopefully not too bad, but now it was too late to back out, he couldn’t be too mad at me.. right? He was well known to have a temper… don’t stress y/n! It’s just a prank. He’ll forgive you anyway, well hopefully.

“Okay Babe, we’re done! Take a look at them” My friend giggled out, shooing me toward the bathroom mirror.

“Oh my god! They look so real!” I gawked as I stared at the fake bruises residing at the nape of my neck, and surrounding my breasts.

“Grayson’s going to flip it dude!” She laughed out, giving me a light slap on the back.

“I know, let’s hope he doesn’t kill anyone though” I replied, checking down at my phone for the time. Damn, 1:20 they’re close, Ethan should text me in a few minutes, I may as well check to see if everything’s in check.                                 I soon went to check all of the hidden cameras, to make sure they were all rolling. Then finally a few short minutes later Ethan finally texted me.

“Hey we’re almost here everything set up?”

“Yep just checked all of the Camera’s we’re all good.” I replied to Ethan

“He’s going to fucking lose it man”

Damn, why does everyone keep saying that! I swear this is going to make me the worst girlfriend ever, but come on sweet revenge!

Okay, almost go time. “Y/F/N they’re almost here!” I yelled out, and if on cue my friend comes running down the stairs to my presence.

“Okay y/n, good luck, don’t die, send me the video.” She rushingly spoke, running out the door to her car before the twins arrived.

As I have a minute or two until they get here, I decided to change into something a little more revealing in hopes the bruises would be more prominent, for him to see more clearly and speed up the prank.                            Quickly i changed into a white tank top and a pair of jean shorts, and prepared for the arrival of my boyfriend and his twin brother.                                                Impatiently waiting, and also wanting to look as unsuspecting as possible, I hopped onto the couch and flipped on a random channel pretending as I was watching it. Five minutes soon passed, and they weren’t here yet, pulling my phone out, preparing to text Ethan and speak of the damn devil, the door unlocks! Finally!

“Baby we’re home!” Grayson called out, hauling his luggage in placing it carelessly by the front door.

“Hey baby!” I squealed out, honestly excited to see him, but even more excited to see his reaction.

“I missed you so much gorgeous.” He mumbled into my hair, bringing  me in for a tight hug.

“Hey so i’m going to head upstairs, have fun catching up you two..” Ethan spoke, picking his bags up and trotting up the stairs to his room, sending me a sly wink as he did so.

“Babe we have so much catching up to do!” I whispered, pulling is lips in for a quick peck.

“I know babe, i have to tell you about everything we did in Jersey! There was so much that happened I wish you could have been there.” He whined, pulling my hips toward his.

“Babe, come on let’s get your bags upstairs, then we can catch up.” I said, causing him to huff out, and pick his bags up bringing them upstairs, myself following him to our shared room.

Once Gray brought his bags upstairs, setting them behind the doorframe, soon closing it. And immediately pushing me up against the doorframe, pushing his lips passionately against his, man am I going to have to edit the hell out of this video. But also, how has he not seen the hickeys? Is he blind when horny?     My god!

After attacking my lips for what felt like strenuous hours, but was only a few minutes, he passionately brought he lips to my neck, before stopping promptly, bringing his face up to face mine. Eyes turning dark with anger.

“Y/n what the fuck are these!” He yelled out, slamming his fist against the wall.

“What the fuck are what?” I asked, knowing the answer well enough, but playing along.

“You know what I’m fucking talking about, the hickeys!” He yelled out once more, stepping further back, toward our bed.

“Babe it was a mistake i’m so sorry.” I cried out faking my sorrow.

“What was a fucking mistake? Cheating on me? Fucking someone else? Yeah big whoops y/n.”He coldly spoke, sitting on our bed placing his hands on his face, letting out a deep sigh.

“Babe, I promise, I was drunk, and it didn’t mean anything I love you.” I spoke nearing his seat on the bed.

“You need to go. Now!” He yelled out, nearly on the brink of tears.

“Gray no, no! It was a prank, this is just makeup I promise!”

“Fucking makeup? Bullshit, what do you play me out as? An idiot?” He nearly screamed.

“Babe, look it rubs off, and look above you, there’s cameras!” I fought, attempting to not lose my boyfriend over this.

“Fucking Cameras? Are you fucking kidding me? That’s a fucked up thing to do me babygirl.” He spoke lifting his head up from his hands, taking a look around the room, indeed seeing it was “fake hickeys” and cameras surrounding him

“You’re going to fucking get it princess” He growled into my ear, pinning me down hands up on the bed.

“Yeah?” I questioned bringing my lips to his neck.

“No touching, my rules tonight since you’ve been such a bad girl.” he purred into the shell of my ear.

“Grayson, camera’s remember!” I protested as he began to remove my tanktop and bra.

“Mmmmm don’t care we can edit it out later.” 

Before I could speak any longer, he ripped my bra, shirt, and leggings off in a matter of seconds. Kissing down my abdomen but soon bringing his lips up to mine, grazing them over before leaning himself off of me. Standing by the edge of the bed.

“Here, i’ll give you some real hickeys to wear princess” He mumbled, sucking on the nape of my neck harshly, moving to multiple areas of my neck and collar bones, assuring me I was going to be covered in deep purple bruises in the morning. 

“Come here on your knees” He demanded, removing his lips from my neck.

Once I crawled my way over to him, positioning myself to where I was face to crotch. He removed his shirt, looking down at me, as if telling me to remove his pants without even speaking.

Obliging to his look, I fumbled the elastic of his sweats, and pulled them down revealing his semi hard length, pulling his boxers off as well, to reveal his length springing up against his belly.

“Suck princess” He commanded, looking into my eyes.

Obliging once more, I pumped his length for a few minutes until he fully hardened, soon taking half of his length into my mouth, hollowing my cheeks as I did so.
“Take it all princess” He spoke leaning his head back slightly.

Preparing myself, I took a slight breath, and entered his full length into my mouth, the tip hitting the back of my throat, causing him to groan out loudly and buck his hips. Repeating this action a few times, receiving a few loud moans from Grayson, I could already feel he was close, his eyes squeezed completely shut. But to my surprise he groaned out “Y/n stop, I want to cum inside of you babe.”

Once I removed my lips from his cock, a slight spit trail coming along with my mouth. He picked me up, and threw me onto the bed, spreading my legs swiftly, not even bothering to put a condom on. 

“You’re going to fucking get it babygirl, you aren’t going to be able to walk at all tomorrow, that’s a fucking promise.” He groaned out, aligning his tip to my entrance, thrusting in deeply causing me to moan out loud.

As he picked up the pace, not even giving me time to adjust.

“Fuck Gray!” I screamed out, as he pounded into my hard and deep.

“You like that huh? Who makes you feel like this princess? You’re fake boyfriend or me?” he questioned

“You Grayson! Oh fuck!” I barely moaned out, scraping my nails along his toned back, as he groaned at the pain.

“Fuck, I’m close” He moaned out.

“Me too baby.” I barely managed to bring into words.

He picked the pace up, ramming into my core harder and faster than before, along with grazing his thumb over my clit before rubbing it vigorously.

“Fuck I’m going to cum!” I screamed out.

“Cum for me babygirl.” He nearly demanded, continuing his fast pace.

“Grayson, fuck babe!” I yelled out, coming undone, clenching around his length.

“Oh fuck, do that again” He moaned, causing me to grin slightly as I tightened around him again, causing him to cum, hard.

A few sloppy thrusts later, he rode out both of our orgasms, rolling off of me, and leaving us both a panting mess. 

“You know you have a lot of editing to do before we can post this right? It’s literally half sex tape.” He laughed into my shoulder, finally lightening up slightly.

“Well, maybe we can keep that part just for us.”  I replied causing him to grin.

“Don’t ever fucking do anything like that again.” Grayson mumbled into the air, bringing his hand down to my now bare thigh.

“Why? I thought the aftermath was pretty fun Dolan.”

“Babe, I literally was about to go in breakdown mode, please. Truce on the pranks?”

“No promises Dolan.” I whispered back deviously, kissing his collarbone.

I just want to point out how illogical it is for people to get annoyed that everyone hasn’t evacuated Florida due to the hurricane.

My brother and his wife live in a mandatory evacuation zone but they can’t. They roads are at dead stops; there are fatal crashes all along the highways, they will get trapped in their car in the middle of the highway. Also, his wife is pregnant and his boss will FIRE him if he doesn’t go to work.

My brothers best friend can’t evacuate because his girlfriend is 9 months pregnant, due yesterday. She can’t get stuck in traffic and risk giving birth in her car, with no one to help but her boyfriend and their two year old.

Stop saying “why is everyone so stupid? They should’ve just left. They deserve what they get.”

plot where ‘i had a bad break up with my ex of 4 years who cheated on me, and treated me like dirt and wow i just found out i’m pregnant and he’s the father so here comes the emotional breakdown and late night pounding on his front door. But oops you’re not him, you’re his brother and you’re being really kind to me and calming me down, and those kisses on the top of my head are so new to me.’ also referred to as the plot where Muse A is pregnant, her manipulative ex boyfriend is the father, however Muse B aka his brother had always had a thing for Muse A. The night Muse A comes banging on his brothers door while Muse B is staying there for a while, he consoles her and decides to help her through the break up and pregnancy. However feelings get involved, drama, fights, and his older/younger brother isn’t so happy about it. Yes pls

ME AND MY 8 YEAR OLD BROTHER WATCHING IT(1990's version)
  • *scene where georgie died*
  • BROTHER: if he didnt wear such a bright color he could have camouflaged in.
  • *scene where blood gets on Bev*
  • BROTHER: isn't that from a different movie?
  • ME: you mean carrie?
  • BROTHER: i don't know
  • *scene wear richie dumps soda on henry at the movies*
  • BROTHER: did he do that to protect his boyfriend the small one?
  • ME: so eddie and richie are dating?
  • Brother: i dont know shut up
  • *scene where pennywise 'dies'*
  • BROTHER: look hes just like you.
  • ME: Wut
  • BROTHER: ugly and dead inside
  • *scene where mike and bill ride the bike*
  • BROTHER: is no one concerned that there is two men riding a bike at a playground????
  • *scene where pennywise dies for good, and its eddie's death scene*
  • BROTHER: holy fudge he left his boyfriend alone
  • ME: ????
  • OVERALL REVIEW:
  • BROTHER: why is everyone not noticing the fact that there was a huge spider clown nightmare thing living with them in dairy.
  • ME: its derry
  • BROTHER: its dairy
(no) chemistry

A/N this was quick and i made it more fluffy but its proof that im better at writing angsty shit and im glad because i have an idea for some angsty shit tomorow. 

Warnings: none, being unhappily hit on?

Req by anon:  Hi! Could you do a peter Parker x reader where they’ve been dating for a while and peter gets frustrated because this guy keeps trying to flirt with with girlfriend (even though she isn’t interested)

Heres a goofy part 2 that was requested

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Science was nice for the most part. Hell, you were at a school that had ‘science’ in its’ title. But chemistry was becoming overwhelmingly hated by you as days went by.

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Cole Sprouse| “You’re short!”

Count of words: 378

Warnings: Short 

A/N: Austin is the name I gave to the brother….

Requested: yes

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Anonymous :Cold sprouse please!!!

You were currently half asleep on your couch , having a marathon of your favorite movie series; Harry Potter. Your boyfriend of 3 years was now out with the boys for his birthday. He and his Twin desided it would be cool to have a guys’ night out and have some drinks. Cole had promised you that he wouldn’t drink much , but you didn’t really mind when he was drunk.He was sassy and fun.

It was now 3am and you were in deep sleep until you heard a knock on your door. At first you got scared but then you heard two familiar voices outside. It was Austin and a, defenitely, drunk Cole. “Oh thank God!” Austin said while walking in. “What happened to you two?” you asked consern and sleeply. “You boyfriend dearest got drunk. So I had to carry his drunk ass to here. His brother was also to drunk to get home so he is still in my car.” he said as you gave a glance behind your brother and your boyfriend to see Dylan waving at you drunkily. You said and small thank you and Austin gave you a little hug before leaving.

“Hey! Don’t touch my girlfriend!” Cole shouted to Austin while he and you laughed. “Cole , he’s my brother he can do that!” you said while still laughing as your big brother left the apartment. “Come here baby girl.” Cole said in a seductive voice you giggled at him but went closer. After all you had to carry his drunken ass to your room. “Can we fuck?” he said and you laughed. “NO!” you screamed laughing. “Now get your ass up and lets get ready to sleep” you said. “NO!” he screamed mimicking you. “I’m not tired. I wanna fuck you.” he said and you laughed. “I said get your ass up and let’s get ready to sleep.” you said in a bossy tone. “Geez! You’re bossy..” he paused. “And short!” he said giving you a small laugh. “Well , not all of us are giraffes like you baby. Now let’s get you ready for bed!” you said and gave him a small peck as he smiled slowly moving his hands to your butt. “Hands up here love!” you said and laughed.

Boyfriend VS Best friend: Cal Freezy X Reader

Pairing: Calfreezy X Reader, Wroetoshaw X Reader (platonic)

Summary: Y/N does the boyfriend VS best friend challenge.

Warnings: Mentions of sex

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In the AM :: Im Jaebum [ii]

The long awaited chapter 2! Also finale! Sorry for taking ten years to finish this. I got a new job so I’ve been working 24/7 and obviously me being me I got around to finishing this right when school starts. Well! I hope it meets everyone’s expectations, I’m actually extremely nervous writing this one because of the feedback I got for part 1. I hope you enjoy!


(God bless this photo again and whoever captured this beauty)

Word count: 20K

Warning: coarse language, smut, unprotected sex, violence, blood

Part 1

Summary: Jaebum is one of the most notorious gang leaders in South Korea. He is merciless and brutal allowing him and his group, GOT7, to own most of Seoul. One day he goes after a young female who happened to be interfering with his business, who ultimately stole 40 grand from him. However, he got the wrong girl. She was nothing but a poor student who worked overtime at night to pay for her rent, and when she’s not busy with school or work her favourite pass time was to give Jaebum a never-ending headache. The girl didn’t steal 40 grand from him. She stole so much more, his heart.


I blink flicking my eyes between Namjoon to Jaebum.

Jaebum’s jaw protruded out, something he did when he was angry. But compared to my brother, Namjoon was livid I could feel the heat curling off his skin. I move from Jaebum and stood in front of the slightly taller male. I place my hands on his shoulders and shook him. Namjoon finally breaks his intense staring contest with Jaebum and looks down at me where he realized that I was perfectly okay.

“Calm down,” I order and his eyes cast lower until they met the love kissed skin on my neck and the attire I was wearing. But surprisingly he closes his eyes for a moment with a sigh. I let my grip loosen on him as he seemingly calmed down but he suddenly shoves me behind his large frame.

“I should’ve made sure you were fucking dead!” My brother growls lunging for Jaebum.

I scream watching Namjoon’s fist connecting with Jaebum’s jaw sending him into the ground.

“And buried you six feet under!” Namjoon yells wrapping his long fingers around Jaebum’s already bruised neck, “I fuck you up and you go fuck my baby sister?!” He spits out, his grip tightening at each word.

“It’s…not like…that!” Jaebum gasps biting his lip as he struggles to rip Namjoon’s strong grip that was crushing his windpipe. In a panic I threw myself onto my brother’s back and hugged him tightly begging for him to stop. I could feel the muscles on his back ripple through his coat as he made no attempt in stopping. So I did what I had to.

I pull the collar of his shirt down and chomped my teeth down on his neck. The pain snaps him out of his kill mode. Allowing Jaebum to shove Namjoon off of him sending me toppling over as well. They both take a moment to breathe heavily with a hand clasped over their neck. I hit my brother a few times on his back for good measure before panting and sitting down on my knees at the sudden adrenaline rush.

“Okay first, I can’t believe you bit me. And second,” my older brother pants, “I can’t believe you did it in those Ryan Bear pjs!” For some reason he sounded more upset over the second issue.

“Namjoon ah! And I can’t believe you tried to kill my boyfriend!” I retort causing him to cringe.

“He’s not who you think he is,” Namjoon sighs rolling his eyes while rubbing at the teeth marks imprinted on his neck.

“And you aren’t who I thought you were too…and you’re my big bro.”

I frown standing up to kneel beside Jaebum. I place a hand over his to remove it from his neck so I can take a good look at what my brother did to him. Not only did Namjoon stab him, he also strangled him, he has a lot of explaining to do. I suck my teeth visibly seeing discolouration on his neck in the shape of a handprint. Jaebum gazes at me as I run the pads of my fingers against the sensitive skin. I look up sternly back at my brother then to Jaebum.

“You both have a lot of explaining to do. And there won’t be any hitting in my apartment got that?”

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