my sister and i squealed so much

My whole life

Originally posted by ohh-bloodyhell

Pairing: Bucky x reader 

Warnings: Maybe language? body issues and human evilness in general

Request: @melconnor2007 .  “ Hi I was wondering if you could do a one shot requests on Bucky, something along the lines the reader and Bucky have been dating for ages, but she’s struggling with being happy about the way she looks, when she over hears some other agents or people talking about how good looking Bucky is and how muscles he is, then they start saying how the reader isn’t pretty enough to be dating Bucky, and she gets upset locking herself in her room, and Bucky breaks in and is reassuring telling her how pretty she is and how much he loves her and it’s really fluffy if that makes any sense please”


Every inch of your body hurts. And you feel wonderful.

Oh yeah, you love putting your music out loud and just exercicing to the rhythm of it. It has become a routine since the day you and Bucky make things official, every time your beloved boyfriend goes out on a mission you let out all the stress that his ausence causes in you by making some exercice.

Grabbing the towel you head to the showers humming your favourite song. From all of the femenine showers you always choose the one more hided, not for anything special but you prefer to be covered when showering. Putting your sore body under the hot pouring water you start to massage your arms and legs. 

- I can’t even - you hear the voice of a young woman entering the showers 

- Me neither - another one laughs walking besides her. They haven’t seen you yet.

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the sister

Characters: Joshua Pieters X Reader

Summary: where the reader is a Sugg sibling (and a youtuber) and comes home from her tour in America and surprises her brother, Joe, and her best friends Alfie, Conor, Jack, Caspar and Josh, with the help from her sister, Zoe. Only for Josh to realize how much her actually missed her.

(This one changes POV’s so don’t get confused)

Originally posted by mythatcher

//Your POV//

I had spent around a year travelling all around America for my book tour, ‘Just a Sugg Sister’. You see, my brother and sister are Zoe and Joe Sugg, famous youtubers and so am I, fortunately enough. 

I had just hopped off the plane from Florida to London and texted Zoe saying I’m off the plane. Zoe was picking me up from the airport because she was the only one who was in on our little plan and I hate taxis. Joe and our friends thought I was coming back to London in at least a few more weeks which was true, but there were a few cancellations so I could come home earlier than expected. I told Zoe first because she is not only my sister but also my life long best friend, along with Joe. I was planning on telling Joe but I thought it would be more fun to surprise him. I knew Zoe would tell Joe so I swore her to secrecy to mention nothing to him. 

I saw the familiar hair that belonged to Zoe and ran with all my energy I had left due to jet lag, and brought her into a bone-crushing hug.

“Oh my god, Zoe I missed you so so much!” I squealed into her ear, to which she jolted and squirmed her head away from my deafening screeches.

“Christ, I missed you too, Y/N, how was the tour?” she asked.

We talked about everything we did throughout the year we hadn’t seen each other in. I talked about where I had been in America with Troye and Tyler. And she talked about how our business ‘Sugg Life’ is doing. Me, Joe and Zoe have been working so hard on the business, but with my working on my book, Joe and Zoe had the most responsibility over it, which I felt terribly for because I didn’t want them to feel pressured about it, but they understood why I couldn’t do much to help as I had a lot on my plate as it was. 

We got to Zoe’s car and she drove us to Joe’s apartment where him and the boys were filming a video. 

Me and Zoe snuck into the apartment using my spare key and tried to be as quiet as possible. We heard shouting and yelling from upstairs.

“I reckon they’re upstairs, wouldn’t you say?” Zoe giggled, while shooting a glance at me.

“Really, how could you tell?” I playfully gasped at my sister.

“C’mon let’s surprise those idiots,” Zoe exclaimed and pulled me into another hug, and whispered, “This will probably be our last hug for a while.” 

“What? Why?!” I asked, worryingly.

“Because those boys will be all over you now, especially Josh!” She laughed silently, to not blow our cover.

“Oh shut up, Zo-Zo.” Zoe was the only one who knew about my little crush on Josh Pieters, but he only saw me as a friend or sister.

We crept up the stairs and reached Joe’s room where the boys were sitting facing away from the door.

“Alright I’m going in.” I whispered. Zoe stifled a laugh and nodded and followed after me but stayed near the door.

I snuck through the gap of the open door.

I crept behind Joe silently while he was doing the outro to his video. I looked into the camera and winked. I gabbed Joe’s shoulders and screamed into his ear. “HELLO AGAIN JOSEPH!!” 

Joe, Caspar, Alfie, and Conor all screamed a high pitched screams and fell to the floor. While Josh and Jack jumped and grabbed their chest where there heart is.

“Y/N!!” Jack screamed and ran out of his seat and jumped onto me, tackling me to the floor in a hug.

All the boys looked at me shocked.

“Jack get off my sister, I need this hug more than you!” Shouted Joe.

Joe pulled Jack off of me, and helped me up. Once I gained balanced on my feet, I brought into yet another bone-crushing hug from Joe.

“What are you doing here?! You’re not meant to be here for another few weeks?” Conor said shocked. 

“You make it sound like you don’t want me here, Condom Gaynard.” I laughed.

“No but seriously, why are you here, what about your tour?” Joe asked. I explained to them why the meetings got cancelled and why I could get home early.

“So where are my hugs?” I asked Caspar, Alfie, Conor and Josh who hadn’t gave me a hug yet.

Alfie jumped at his chance and gave me his famous hugs. Then, Conor, then Caspar. Then finally Josh. 

//Josh’s POV//

She looked stunning. Her skin had slightly tanned from her year in America and her freckles had grew out due to the intense sun there. Her eyes seemed to become brighter once she saw our reactions to her surprise. 

Everyone hugged her and then it was my turn. I wrapped my arms tightly around her waist and her head landed on my chest. My heart increased rapidly and I knew she heard it. 

“Hello Joshua” she whispered so none of the boys could hear, but they were all talking to each other. 

“Hi Y/N, i can’t believe you’re here,” I gushed, “I missed you so much.”

“Well I missed you too.” Her head raised from my chest and I missed the warmth instantly.

She glanced at my lips quickly and back up to my eyes, hoping I wouldn’t notice.

I looked around the room and saw the boys busy talking and laughing, paying no attention to our current situation.

“I really, really missed you Y/N” I whispered to the girl in front of me.

“Just shut up and kiss me.” She breathed against my lips as we drew closer together.

I wasted no time in pressing my lips to hers in a long awaited and passionate kiss. My arms tightened around her waist and brought her closer to my body. Her arms traveled up my back and found their way up to my neck. My slender fingers playing with the ends of my ginger hair.

“Y/N YES GET IN THERE!” We heard a female voice shout, interrupting our kiss and drawing the attention of the boys to us. It was then that I noticed Zoe leaning against the door frame. 

“Josh? What do you think you’re doing to my sister?” Joe asked trying to stay calm. 

“Joseph calm down, this is what I want,” Y/N said, still holding me in her arms, “I love Josh,” she finished whilst looking in my eyes.

“And I love Y/N.” I said staring into my orbs.

Shape of You (4)

okay happy ACOWAR release day. Here’s the next chapter. I can’t wait to share more. But for now we will have to read the book and see where our amazing author has taken our favorite bat =)


Chapter 4

If Elain hadn’t squealed the moment she saw me time would’ve stood still. Because the moment I saw him standing there, with that stupid grin on his face, I couldn’t breathe. I couldn’t think or feel or do anything but stare at the monster who had taken so much away from me. But then my middle sister broke the tension, she broke through the panic and grabbed me tightly, pulling me away from the boy who haunted my dreams.

It took me a full heartbeat to make it to the bottom of the stairs. When I did my middle sister came running towards me, oblivious to the fact that at this very moment I couldn’t breathe, I couldn’t think past the evil bastard smiling that disgusting smile at me.

But then it all faded when Elain wrapped her arms around me. She hugged me tightly as Cassian let go of my hand. His eyes were on Tomas, who was smiling at me. No he was smirking, as if he knew exactly what his presence was doing to me. As if he was remembering that night long ago when he had hurt me beyond repair.

Elain let me go and I stepped backwards, but thankfully Cassian grabbed my waist before I could stumble over my own feet and fall down. He was a steady force behind me, his hands warm against my skin.

“Nesta!” Elain was smiling at me, I realized only seconds had passed since Tomas had walked in. I looked at my sister and tried to focus on her. She looked so good, so happy and healthy it killed me to know I hadn’t been home in six months.

“Hey E,” there were tears in my eyes as I looked at her. She was so grown up, they both were. Then again we all had to grow up before we were ready. Since our father had never been there for us.

Cassian stayed close to me, his body stiff, his eyes on Tomas. Tomas watched us, and for whatever reason it didn’t affect me while Cassian was there. It wasn’t that same air crushing moment as when he appeared.

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Beauty & The Beast: Chapter One

The sweet scent of roses mingled with the crisp morning air as Beauty skipped down a narrow path around the sparkling lake. A slight breeze produced a few ripples on the surface of the water and caressed the young girl’s rosy cheeks.

“Beauty?”

The girl paused and turned around to face the dark gray mansion behind her. She grinned, then sprinted toward the handsome woman calling to her.

“You look quite refreshed, darling,” the woman laughed, brushing a stray lock of dark brown hair behind her ear.

“It is so beautiful this morning, mother! The birds have been singing to me for hours and the flowers are perfect for a bouquet,” Beauty rushed, her eyes twinkling. “Have you ever seen a morning more exquisite than this?”

“Exquisite? And which book did you learn that word from?” her mother asked in amusement.

“The book Father gave me before he left on his trip, An Exquisite Day in Paradise. It’s a murder mystery!”

Frowning, Beauty’s mother shook her head. “Why do you not read normal books about love, like your sisters do?”

Beauty wrinkled her nose. “Love is boring. Mysteries are exciting. Father says that romance books do not teach anything useful.”

“Speaking of your father, he just arrived and would like to see you.”

“He did?” Beauty squealed, her face flushing with excitement as she presented a handful of colorful wild flowers neatly arranged in her tiny hands. “May I take him these flowers?”

“Beauty?”

“Yes, mother?”

Silence.

Beauty tilted her head and stared up at her mother. The former elegance of the woman began to fade as her face paled and she began to shake.

“Mother? Mother, what’s wrong?”

“Bea…uty…” her mother murmured quietly, then her body vanished into thin air.

“Mother!”

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Swipe!

Adam Cole x Reader

Originally posted by superkickparty

Adams pov

“Are you really contemplating on swiping left? Are you frickin kidding me?”

“Uh, duh. It’s weird if I swipe right. I mean we’re really close and if she ever finds out that I’m interested that’ll be over!”

“I think I have to slap you, maybe then you hear the crap that comes out of your mouth!”

“What are you talking about? These are appropriate doubts! This would change everything!” I defended myself against Kenny.

“Yeah, it would change everything in a good way. In the way that you’re always dreaming of, dumbass!” he snorted.

“Oh come one, leave me be!”

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Imagine Sonny proposing to you

Basically a part two to this imagine

Imagine Sonny proposing to you

“Sonny,” you hissed as you hurried behind him, holding tightly onto his hand.

“We’re almost their, Y/N. Just a little more walking. It’s not too bad.” he reasoned.

“That’s easy for you to say. You aren’t wearing 5 inch heels and a dress that keeps getting caught. You could have said we were coming here after dinner. I would have packed hiking gear.” you shot back.

“Just a little further.” he reassured speeding up slightly and dragging you along gently.

Then suddenly you stumbled forward crashing into Sonny’s back. He was quick enough to steady you.

“Are you okay?” he asked concerned.

“Just peachy, can’t you tell? Sonny, can we please go back to the car?” you pleaded looking down at yourself to inspect the damage you’d done. Looking down you saw that your heel had broken off, “Damn my shoe.”

“When you see it it will be worth it and I can help with that.” he reassured with a smile.

Then suddenly he  grabbed you and swooped you up into his arms. You put your arms around his neck and leaning you head on his shoulder.

“Is that better?” he asked looking down at you.

“Much.” you nodded kissing his cheek, “I still don’t understand why we’re going to the park at midnight. Can’t we come back during daylight?”

Yours and Sonny’s anniversary had been a few days ago. Unfortunately, while Sonny had the day off you had to work. He had said it was okay but you could tell he was disappointed. So on that day you said you’d drive to Staten Island during your lunch and you could eat together. He organised this picnic for you both at Carisi Point. Which is what you had dubbed this little alcove on the local park embankment. Sonny had grown up in that park, they took family picture and you recently learned it’s where Sonny’s Mom had told his Dad that she was pregnant with Sonny’s older sister. It was definitely part of the Carisi family history.

You had a lot of dates their too. Sometimes it was just a stroll down the embankment and sometimes it was Picnics. He’d taken you their when he had asked you to move in with him. It was also where you realised that you liked Sonny. You’d driven him their when his car had broken down and he was going to the park to take pictures of his sister and his niece. He ended up taking pictures of you as well, that day.

Anyway, on your anniversary you had tried to make the picnic he had organised. You got their late due to tariff which meant you could only stay for a short time. Surprisingly, his whole family were their too. Which confused you because it was a Thursday in the middle of the day and Carisi family dinner was that night. When you their you could only stay for ten minutes. You greeted everyone, shoved some food in your mouth, apologised and then left. He asked if you could stay for a few minutes and you were about to give in when your phone rang and dragged you away.

You didn’t see Sonny for the rest of the day. When you finally got home, it was technically the next day and Sonny had already gone to bed. The next morning you apologised profusely and said on Saturday you could have a do over anniversary and they could do anything he wanted. Let’s just say he liked the idea. A lot.

On Saturday, despite it being his day, you’d woken up early and surprised him with Breakfast. You hadn’t made it, you had bought from the place around the corner from your apartment. You’d technically been banned from the kitchen. You’re not supposed to put plastic bowls on the stove whilst lit, who knew?

After he ate, he told you to get ready but didn’t tell you where you were going. It was surprise which you didn’t usually like but you trusted him. He took all the backroads so you didn’t know where you were going. You ended up at the arcade, Sonny went to as a kid. You’d loved arcades your entire life but could never go because your mother didn’t approve. Sonny had taken you to your first one on one of your dates at the start of your relationship.

You guys spent most of the day their. Having a competition as to who could win the most prizes for the other. You ate burgers and fries and played on the dance machines until you fell over laughing at each other. Together you’d won an entourage of stuffed friends which you mostly gave away to the kids but you guys kept the biggest toy which Sonny had won. It was almost as big as you were.

It was on the best days of your life and when you went home you thought that was the end of it. You went to flop onto the couch when Sonny told you to put on your fanciest dress because you were going out to dinner. Which you had half-heartedly protested but you were secretly excited.

During dinner you noticed that Sonny was a bit off. It was great, amazing even but he seemed nervous. You were curious as to what was up but didn’t make too much of it. Dinner just reminded you why you loved Sonny. He knew everything about you. He had moved the candle from the middle of the table because he knew you’d lean over ad try his. He explicitly told the waitstaff that it wasn’t his birthday because he you knew you’d try to tell them he was. And he made sure they put extra extra cheese on the garlic bread.

Also it didn’t hurt that you got to spend three hours looking at the person you loved the most. Just talking. You thought about how you wouldn’t change this for the world. The word ‘love’ was too limited to describe how you felt about him. Your Dad, being a scientist, had always told you to find your favourite piece of stardust and you had found yours.

After dinner you had assumed once again that this was the end of the night especially considering it was midnight by that time. But once again Sonny had other plans. He told you he wanted to show you something at the park. You protested saying you’d already seen Carisi point millions of times over the past four years not even the three you’d been together. To which he responded not like this.

And that brings you back to now.

You and Sonny stumbling through the park into your formal wear so he could show something secret.

“Because, you can only see it at night.” he informed allusively still walking.

“If I’m right about where we’re going. I’ve seen it many time and always during daylight hours.” you assumed.

“Not like this,you haven’t.” he whispered into your ear.

After a few more minutes of walking and protests you arrived at Carisi point. He eased you down onto the embankment.

‘So what’s the surprise?” you asked standing lopsided in-front of him.

Without saying a word, he grabbed your shoulders, span you round and pulled you close. Instinctively, you grabbed his arm. Then you finally saw it. Carisi point was illuminated by an overhead floodlight but the sea? Illuminated by the nearby Brooklyn. Bright lights against a pitch black sky. A visible beauty that you could only see by the low glow of the the floodlight.

“Wow.” you breathed marvelling at it.
“See.” he whispered before picking you up again.

He carried you to the wall that skirted the river. He eased you down so you could sit on it. He faced you towards the water so you legs could dangle off the edge. He sat bedside you, facing the other way.

“So was the broken heel worth it?” he chuckled as he watched you stare out to sea.

“Definitely, why didn’t you show me this before?” you questioned.

“I was waiting for a special day.” he responded tucking a star hair behind year.

“Well it’s our redo third year anniversary.” he pointed out.

“Yeah, but you could have done this on our first or second.” you said.

“Today’s special.” he commented still looking at you.

You nodded your head before looking out again. A comfortable silence fell over you both.

“You remember when I first you brought you here?” he asked suddenly.

“Hmm, your car broke down right before you had to meet your sister so you could take pictures of her and your niece and you needed me to drive you here.” you remembered.

“Right and do you remember what I said?” he continued to ask.

“Everything Carisi happens here, got grounded for a month and you had your first kiss here, not much else though. I do however remember is you taking pictures of me. Which I never saw by the way.” you chuckled as you poked his side.

“Oh you mean these.” he smirked producing a small stack of pictures from the inside his suit jacket.

“Oh my god,” you squealed taking them out of his hands.

Flicking through, you saw the blurry ones with your annoyed face shinning through and then you saw the ones that you took together. You saw that unlike you Sonny didn’t look at the camera he was too busy looking at you.

“Sonny, why don’t you ever look into the camera lens like a normal person?” you asked giggling as you still flipped through.

“Why would I look into the camera lens when I can look at you?” he flirted looking at you..

You raised an eyebrow and then kissed him.

“You’re one smooth talker.” you chuckled handing him back the photos.

“I try. Ah, YN. I wish I could spend every moment I have left with you.” he whispered leaning into you.

“But you work with me, live with me, your in a relationship with me. You’re practically always with me.” you pointed out.

“I know but it still isn’t enough. Do you want to spend the rest of your days with me?he asked his voice serious.

“Of course. Their isn’t anyone else I’d rather be with. Who else is stupid enough to  stick around this mess.” you reassured turning and putting your hand on face.

“You sure?” he asked leaning into your hand.

“I’ve never been so sure of anything in my life.” you smiled.

“Well alright then,” he said easing your hand off your face and kissing it.

He pulled it gently so you had turn your body round. So now your feet were dangling inches off the embankment instead of water. You were confused as he slipped himself off the wall and was on the floor.  Still holding your hand he positioned himself.

On one knee.

“Sonny…” you breathed only to stop when he put his finger to his lips.

“When we first met you four years ago. I thought I knew what being in love was like. I thought I had been in love but then you came around. With that beautiful face and proved me wrong, like always.  You showed me what love is. What love really is. My whole life I watched my parents who I know are god made soulmates and knew I wanted the same for myself but I didn’t fully understand what they had until I met you. It’s wanting to spend the rest of your life with someone. It’s not wanting to spend a second away from someone. It’s being so in love that you’re not the most important person in the world anymore. It’s someone else. And for me it’s you. I love everything about you. Your sarcastic comments, your complaints, your smirks, everything. I know you’ve had a hard life. You spent it all putting other people first. You’re the strongest woman I know. I want to show you what it feels like to be number one because you’ll always be my number one. I know you don’t believe in God but I believe he brought us together. To save each other. Before we started dating you always talked about finding your favourite piece of stardust and I can only pray that you’ve found that in me as much I’ve found it in you. So Y/N Y/M/N Y/L/N, will you make me the luckiest and happiest man on the planet and marry me?” he asked producing the ring from his looking right into your eyes as if they held the entire world.

His world.

“Yes,” you answered, “A billion katriilon times yes.”

He shakily slipped the ring on your equally as shaky hand. It was small and blue. The same colour of his eyes. You knew it was his grandmothers as he had shown it to you before you had started dating.

Then he swept you up once again. Lifting you up so you were technically above him so you had to lean down to kiss him. He then lowered you down and you wrapped your legs around his waist.

“I knew you were hiding something from me.” you smiled as you gently hit his chest.

“But it worth hiding, right?” you beamed back at you.

“Oh yeah.” you agreed before kissing him again, “We need to call and tell everyone.”

‘Not right now we aren’t. It’s the middle of the night.” he protested as you kissed every inch of his face.

“You’re right and anyway I think we’re going to busy for the rest of the night.” you winked.

He smiled at you before while still carrying you running back to the car. Ready to start the rest of your lives.

Every Intention

AN: Not one of my best works and it’s p cheesy but oh well

Pairing: Lafayette x Reader

Word Count: 1284

Warning: None(?)

You knew were damned when you first locked eyes on the tall Frenchman whose laugh was music to your ears and whose eyes shone brighter than the moon that night in the Winter’s Ball.

Before attending, you were opposed to the idea of going to the ball with your sisters but as of the moment, you couldn’t thank them enough for forcing your stubborn self to go with them.

“Marie-Joseph Paul Yves Roch Gilbert du Motier, Marquis de Lafayette,” You were even attracted to the charming man’s thick French accent, the feeling of the kiss he planted on the back of your hand making your heart beat faster.

“But you can call me Lafayette, mon cher.” The way he laughed was heavenly.

“Y/N Schuyler.” You gave him the best smile you could.

“Un beau nom pour une belle et charmante dame. [A beautiful name for a beautiful and charming lady]” His smile was one of a kind. Oh, how wish you could just take him away far away right now.

“Merci.” You giggled as his eyes widened a little in surprise.

“Mon Dieu, you didn’t tell me you could speak French!” Lafayette laughed. “I might, how you say, embarrass myself further in front of you, mon amour.”

“I don’t speak the language, but I do know and understand a few words.”

“Je vois,” he paused and smiled. “Tell me something about yourself in French, mon amour.”

You thought for a long time, trying to gather the right words before saying, “Je suis attiré par vous, Lafayette. [I’m attracted to you, Lafayette.]”

Lafayette had this smile that you couldn’t quite describe. He held your hand once more and led you to the center of the room to dance. His hold on you was firm as if he were to let his guard down around you, you’d disappear.

“As am I, Y/N.”

——-

A week after the ball, Lafayette had to leave for the war, promising to you that he’d try his best to send letters often as possible. And he did. Every other week you’d receive a letter from him and be in joy with your sister, Eliza, as she seemed to have fallen for someone too.

My dearest, Y/N,

Mon amour, je veux être avec vous. Chaque jour a été difficile de ne pas être en mesure de vous voir sourire et sentir votre peau sur la mienne. [My love, I want to be with you. Every day has been difficult with not being able to see you smile and feel your skin on mine] Worry not as when the war is done, I will come back to you and make you the happiest. I have once told myself that in joining this war, if I were to die, it would be fine as I’ve died fighting for freedom but ever since I met you, I told myself otherwise. I would live. Live to see you smile again and live to grow old with you. And we will make it work. But the most important of all, how are you?

Vôtre pour toujours,

Lafayette

Only after reading the letter, you realized you had let a few tears roll down your cheek onto the letter. You missed him. You missed him so much it was driving you crazy. You’ve only known the Frenchman for a month or so yet you’d grown so attached to him. The week before he left was one of the best weeks of your life, spending the day in his arms or in his bed.

“Y/N? Are you alright?” Eliza tapped your shoulder, a concerned look on her face. “What did he write? Did he..”

“No, no,” you laughed a little, wiping the few remaining tears you felt ridiculous for having. “I miss him, Eliza. I know it’s all happening too fast but I’m so sure about him! What if..”

You were pulled into a tight and reassuring hug by your sister. “I’m sure you know that I feel the same way, Y/N.” She pulled back, a sad smile across her face. “We can’t help what happens in the war. We only hope that they return safely and unscathed.”

Mon coeur,

I’m afraid I’d be lying if I said I was fine and doing well without you. I miss you and hope that you do come back home safely. I ache for your presence and your lips on mine. I know that you are a great man of honor but would it be selfish to say that I want you back here with me right now?

Vôtre pour toujours,

Y/N Schuyler.

You couldn’t bring yourself to write any more than what was written on the paper. If you did, you would have written non stop and sent him a ten page letter. You shoved the letter into an envelope and asked one of the maids to send the letter for you.

In the same week, you’d gotten a letter from Lafayette which was unusual since they’d come the next week after you’d send one. When you opened the letter, there was no greeting or anything at all for that matter. There was only one word in the middle of the paper.

“Non.”

The next day, you were woken up at noon which, too, was unusual. You were more of a night owl than an early bird so you’d always have someone wake you up. You rose from you bed, fixed yourself, and headed downstairs in your nightgown.

You heard laughs and giggles in the living room. Everything felt so off today.

“Y/N! Come quick!” Angelica whisper-shouted to you and motioned you to spy on what seemed to be your father talking to others.

“What’s this all about?” You whispered. “And why are we whispering?”

“Alexander arrived this morning to ask Eliza’s hand in marriage!” Peggy squealed and tried her best not to make much noise.

You can’t help but feel a little jealous. Eliza’s partner had made all the efforts into surprising her while yours had only sent you a one worded letter yesterday that only said no.

“I’m.. Going back to sleep.” You mumbled.

“What? But it’s noon!” Eliza said, holding your hand to prevent you from going back to your room.

“I’m tired.” You tried to smile. You wanted to be happy for your sister but you just couldn’t under these circumstances and you felt horrid for it.

“Mon ange, you should stay awake for me.” Arms snaked around your waist pulling you away from your sisters. The French accent, you very well knew who this was.

“Lafayette!” You screamed in joy and hugged him as he raised you from the ground, twirling you around in the air.

“In one of my letters,” he stated, putting you back down on the ground. “I said that if you needed me back, I will go. You are the most important thing to me right now,” you heard your sisters ‘aww’. “What took you so long?”

“I felt selfish for wanting you back. But I knew the revolution meant something to you.”

“You mean so much more, mon amour.” Again, you heard your sisters 'aww’ and squeal in happiness then Angelica had stepped in.

“You know that’s not the only reason why he came back, Y/N.” She winked.

“Huh?”

Your father came to join the five of you with Alexander tailing behind with his arm around Eliza’s waist, whispering to her ear that made her giggle. “I trust you with my daughters, Alexander.” He looked at him with a smile and Alexander grinned.

“Lafayette.” Your father nodded, giving the same smile.

“Yes, sir.”

“Lafayette? What’s going on?” You asked, lightly pulling at his jacket.

“Living to grow old with you means that I have every intention of marrying you, Y/N.” Lafayette smiled and brought his lips to yours even if he was fully aware that your father was watching.

You smiled into the kiss and pulled back to say, “Je t'aime.”

Bookstore Shennanigans (Brendon Urie X Reader)

Had this on my evernote a while back. Bit crappy, but I guess you’d enjoy..?

If you don’t find me lame and you hope for more, send a request.

Dear Julianne and Martina, don’t laugh at me

Pairing: Brendon Urie and Reader

You paced the aisles of the music store that was conncted to the bookstore. Your headphones were connected to the iPad you had in your backpack, so you can listen to music. Well, Panic! At The Disco to be exact. Why you had an iPad with you? Your parents won’t let you buy an iPhone, let alone buy your own phone. You were stuck with the ones your sisters passed down, and it does nothing but send messages to friends who won’t message back during summer.

You browsed through each stack on CDs, hunting down the album you were listening to now. At this time, nobody’s really around in the store. With the song Camisado on, you started nodding your head to the beat.

“Can’t take the kid from the fight,
Take the fight from the kid,” you sang and started busting some moves, doing some punches.

“Sit back relax,
Sit back, relapse again- PA PA PA LOOO~” You stopped, slumped, then repeated your actions till you raised the roof.

You spinned on the heels of your feet, then walked forward. You walked straight straight into a tall man.

“Oh shit! Sorry,” You removed your headphones and moved backwards to look at the man.“NO SHIT ITS YOU!”

Brendon Urie laughed. “It’s fine! I saw you dancing to one of Panic’s songs. You were really good!”

You blushed, internally screaming and dying inside. “Huh? Oh that? I was messing around and I- OH MY GOD CAN I JUST HAVE A MOMENT? I JUST BUMPED STRAIGHT INTO BRENDON FUCKING URIE AND I AM HAVING A MELTDOWN. HOLY SMOKES.”

Brendon smiled, making you die even more.

“Can I hug you? To, um, make sure you’re real? Then have a picture or thousands to have my friends kill me?”  you laughed nervously. “Haha, but I’m already dead so..”

“Yea sure! Normally, fangirls would play it cool when they meet me or the band, but you- you’re really excited and shit.” Brendon said.

“Well, you make my entire life. I sing your songs every single day, practically annoying the hell out of my sisters. Heck, I run a tumblr blog about you!” You spilled.

You brought out the IPad, a picture of a derpy Brendon popping up as your lock screen. You stopped the album of A Fever You Can’t Sweat Out playing then turned on the camera. You and Brendon took pictures; smiling ones, funny ones, and scary looking ones. One of which, shocked you; he kissed your cheek. After placing back the iPad in your bag, you hugged Brendon tight.

“Thank you so much!” You squealed.

“Wait, I didn’t get the young lady’s name!”

“It’s Y/N L/N”

“Will I be seeing this lady at the concert tonight?” He asked.

“You will have to find me in the crowd then.” You giggled.

You walked around the store with Brendon, eventually going down to the bookstore,  mocking some book covers, telling him about your life. He told you stories about the tour, Dallon being an idiot sometimes. He gave you a backstage pass that he had with him and you stayed around till he had to go back to wherever the band practices.

“Fun meeting you, Y/N. Hopefully I will see you again tonight. I mean like, you’re fun to be with.”

You and Brendon said goodbye to each other and he left the bookstore. Goodness, you couldn’t wait till the concert.

anonymous asked:

Hello, I just wanted to tell you that Roan imagine you did was amazing. I loved it. but I'm here request an imagine. Imagine being Lincoln's older sister and Lincoln telling you that's he has gained feelings for Octavia, you give advice to you about how to handle the situation. Overall, the reader is happy that her brother has found love.

Imagine: being Lincoln’s Older Sister.

A\N: thanks so much that means a lot & i hope you like this, was really fun to write but i hope its okay that I’ve added a few bits in :) Xx


Life wasn’t always full of great things. You were on the brink of yet another war. Things around Arkadia haven’t been the best. And it seems like all you’ve been doing is keeping a watchful eye on you brother. Sure, Lincoln can take care of himself but ever since the two of you were separated from your parents when you were young -you being a year and a half older- you’ve taken care of him. Thats something you’ll never stop doing; no matter how old he is, he’ll always be your little brother. The hot sun is beginning to set in the clear sky, so you make your way to the unlit fire pit where Lincoln is sat with a deciding look on his face. He looks up and smiles and you sit next to him. 

“How was your day?” You ask him, hoping the day hasn’t been too harsh on him. You knows he’s been through a lot. His eyebrows furrow and you feel concern shoot through you, “What happened? What’s wrong?” 

“No, nothing…” He replies almost as quick as you asked, “It’s just -nothing. Don’t worry.” You raise an eyebrow at him suspiciously, hiding the smirk playing at your lips. 

“I’m your sister, I’m always going to worry.” You smile sweetly and Lincoln sighs nervously. You wonder what this could be about. What if he wants to leave camp and he’s about to say his goodbyes to you? You swallow, afraid and nervous as you wait for him to form sentences. 

“I’ve been thinking about this a lot and… Octavia… I think I have feelings for her.” He says quietly, avoiding your eyes. Lincoln and Octavia. Octavia and Lincoln. It’s perfect. The pair together just makes sense.

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Runner Runner (Brendon Urie - Panic! at the Disco)

Word Count: 1,302

Y/N

It was hard being the younger sister of the one and only Brendon Urie, yes lead singer of Panic! at the Disco was your big brother who was famous and loved by hundreds. You always felt like your own achievements never matched up to your big brothers success over the last ten years. You were five when he was signed and now at fifteen you still lived in his shadow.

However you got on with him great, you loved his wife Sarah who always spoilt you with shopping trips and the rest of the band treated you like their own little sister and helped you prank your brother. But just for once you wanted someone to take notice of you and tell you well done.

You were a cross country star at your high school, you rarely lost but you never got to share the success with anyone because they always seemed to be busy. You didn’t want to interfere in their famous life’s and beg them to come to just one cross country meet, but it would be nice if they took the hints you’d been dropping for the last two years.

The praise of your sports teachers would have to be enough, they came to every race and celebrated with you when you won. Even the rest of your team supported you more than your family and friends, maybe all you needed was them to support you and see you grow with every meet.

Today was another meet, however this one was different because if you won you were going to receive an award for excellence in the sport. It was a big deal but like usual your parents had an excuse not to come and see you run, it looked like you were going to do this alone.

As you lined up with the forty other students from other high schools around the country you dared one last glance at the growing audience. Your eyes widened as you locked eyes with someone familiar, your brother of all people was standing amongst the crowd blending in. He saw you looking and smiled before giving you a thumbs up. Before you could register the start gun went off and you went into running mode.

You started the twenty laps taking your time to pace yourself as not to use too much energy early on in the race. One by one, lap by lap other runners who had gone all out at the start of the race started to slow down leaving you room to break through and take the lead around lap ten.

Looking over your shoulder your next competitor was a few hundred yards behind you giving you some breathing room. You let the fact that your brother was here to support you spur you on, you needed to win the race not just for you but also for him. He had his success and now you wanted to share yours with him.

As you came to the final corner there was no chance of anyone catching up with you. You went all out and sprinted across the finish line to a huge eruption of cheers from all sides. Standing up you took deep breaths to calm your racing heart down. Your sports teacher came up to you with a bottle of water and you happily gulped it down as you waited for the next girl to cross the finish line. It was another good five minutes until that happened and only then did it dawn on you that you’d come first.

‘Congratulations little sis, I didn’t know how fast you could run.’

Brendon came up behind you and hugged you just as you wiped sweat off you and handed the towel back to your teacher. As happy as you were to see him, you were confused as to why he was here.

‘Brendon what are you doing here? I mean I’m ecstatic that someone’s finally come to one of my races, but why today?’

He pulls away and runs his hand through his hair before looking down at his feet.

‘Yeah about that I’m sorry sis. I didn’t think you wanted any of us here, you never asked anyway. I went to mum and dad’s and they said that you were running, I decided that now was as good as time as any to come and support you. You’ve been there for me over the years and now I need to make up for not seeing you stand in the spotlight.’

You shake your head and drink more water.

‘I got bored of asking and no one ever showing up so I just stopped making a fuss. Running isn’t the same as touring around the world for hundreds of fans. I think mum and dad see this as a hobby I’ll grow old of, but I’m really good at running Brendon.’

Brendon frowns before pulling you into another hug; you wrap your arms around his waist and rest your head on his chest as he strokes your hair.

‘You were amazing out there; no one could come close to beating you. This is your passion like music is mine. Can you forgive me for not supporting you more? I will come to every race you do if you let me know, if it’s important to you then it should be important to me.’

You smile and pull back.

‘I would love if you came to more of my meets.’

‘Excuse me miss but are you y/n Urie?’

You turn around to face a woman who smiles at you; she looks in her late twenties.

‘Err yes I’m y/n Urie.’

Brendon lets you go as you shake her hand.

‘I’ve been watching your career since you started running and I’ve never seen someone with such natural skill and drive to achieve success. I’m Maria Lowe and I’m the coach for the American Olympics Athletics team, mainly the track events.’

Your eyes widen as you take in the information overload. The woman stood in front of you was part of the Olympics coaching team; it had always been a dream of yours to compete one day.

‘I’ve had a word with your high school coach and we both see potential in you. How would you like to come and train and audition for the 2020 Olympic games athletics team Miss Urie?’

You were speechless, this couldn’t be happening to someone like you. Running was just a high school sport you didn’t see yourself doing once you left. But now you had a once in a lifetime opportunity to possibly compete for America in the future Olympics, this was a dream come true and you couldn’t turn it down.

‘Wow thank you so much and my answer is yes, this has always been a dream of mine.’

Maria laughed.

‘You’ll make a great addition to the team. Now I better talk to your coach before we make anymore arrangements. It was nice meeting you y/n.’

You waited until she left to start jumping up and down squealing in front of Brendon who looked shocked.

‘My little sister representing America in the Olympics, now that might trump music in our parent’s eyes. Congratulations my little runner.’

Brendon picks you up and spins you around while you still squeal in excitement as to what had just happened to you.

‘I’m so happy you came today Brendon, I wouldn’t have wanted to share this moment with anyone else but you. I love you big brother. Will you come and see me run in the Olympics?’

He nods.

‘I’ll be front row chanting your name. I’ll break out the glitter and make the best banner anyone’s ever seen.’

This day couldn’t get any better for you. It finally looked like everything was falling into place.

Almost Caught - Sammy Wilk Imagine

A/N: Hey, guys! So, this is the last imagine before I start making a sequel to Kian Lawley/Jack Gilinsky Fanfic which you can read here . Hope you enjoy! :)

‘Babe, are you shaking?’ Sammy asked me as we parked the car in front of Sammy’s parents’ house. 

‘Uh, I’m so nervous!’ I said breathing extremely quickly. ‘My palms are literally like sweating right now.’ 

‘Babe, calm down.’ Sammy laughed as he took my hands in his. ‘You don’t have to be nervous at all, it’s just my mom and dad.’ He said placing a kiss on my right hand. 

Since it is a holiday season and everyone’s visiting their family and friends, Sammy asked me if I wanted to go with him to his hometown, Omaha, and meet, for the first time, his family. I was extremly nervous because I didn’t know if they’re going to like me or maybe they don’t even want me there for holidays, maybe they just want to spend Christmas with their son and not his girlfriend. 
I’ve met Sammy’s sisters, Emily and Annie and also his brother, Ben, but I still haven’t met his parents even though Sammy and I’ve been dating for a while now, 8 months actually. 

‘Sammy! My baby!’ His mom squealed hugging him tightly.

‘Hey, mom!’ He said smiling and kissing her cheek while I just stood there behind him. 

‘Son’ His dad smiled proudly as he hugged him. ‘How are you?’ 

‘Hi, dad. I’m good, I’m good.’ Sammy said. 

Then Emily, Ben and Annie came and he greeted all of them too.

‘We missed you so much!’ His mom said exitedly. 

‘I missed you too, guys. All of you and I can’t wait to spend Christmas with you, but first’ He said taking my hand and pulling me from behind him to stand next to him ‘I want you to meet my beautiful girlfriend, y/n.’ He said putting his arm around my waist as I waved my hand and said ‘hi’. ‘Y/n, this is my mommy and this is my dad.’ He said. ‘Mom, dad, this is y/n.’ He said introducing me to them. 

‘Hey, y/n! Nice to finally meet you, honey! Sammy has told us so much about you!’ She said sweetly. 

‘Nice to meet you too, mrs Wilkinson.’ I said. 

‘Oh, please, call me Lori.’ 

‘Hello, y/n. It’s nice to meet you, welcome to the family.’ Sammy’s dad said shaking my hand. 

‘Nice to meet you too, sir. Thank you so much.’

‘Y/n! God, I missed you!’ And then Annie, Emily and Ben hugged me. 

‘I’m so glad meeting your parents went good.’ I said. It was around 1:50 a.m. and Sammy and I were chilling in the living room all by ourselves as everyone was asleep. I had my head leaned on Sammy’s chest and he had his arm wrapped around me. ‘They’re so nice.’ 

‘I told you that you don’t have to worry about anything. I knew that they’re gonna love you. Especially my mom.’ He said. 

‘We were talking earlier today with your sisters and she showed us the pictures of you when you were a little kid. You were such a cute baby.’ I looked up at him and he blushed. 

‘Oh my God, did she really have to..like, why?’ He laughed. 

‘Baby, you don’t have to be ashamed.’ I said climbing on his lap. ‘It was so fun watching old pictures of you and talking about you with your mom and sisters.’ I said and kissed him. He deepened the kiss which turned into a making out session. He ran his tounge over my bottom lip asking me for entrace and even though I let him in, I stopped him. ‘Babe, not here..It’s your parents’ house.’ I said as he squeezed his grip on my waist. 

‘What about my Christmas present that you were talking about the other day?’ He asked leaving a trail of kisses down my neck to my chest. 

‘That’s for when we’re back in L.A.’ I said trying my best not to moan. I really didn’t want to get caught by his mom or even worse, dad,  doing things with him the first day I met them…or ever actually. 

‘C’mon babe..Just a little bit. We’ll be quiet.’ He said and I was slowly starting to give in and let him do whatever he wanted to do because I wanted him as much as he wanted me. 

‘Shit…’ He moaned. He took of my tank top throwing it on the side and leaving me in just my bra. 

‘Guys, did someone leave-’ And then happend a disaster. His mom came down the stairs and caught us. ‘Oh my Gosh!’ She screamed and Sammy immediately laid on me to cover me up. ‘I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to interrupt you. I just wanted to- Oh God, I’m leaving, I’m sorry.’ She said covering her eyes and walking back up the stairs.

‘Oh my God’ I almost cried from embarrassment. I felt so ashamed and so bad, I couldn’t believe she walked in on us. ‘Sam!’ I was so frustrated. 

‘Baby, it’s okay-’ 

‘No, it’s not okay! Your mom just caught us almost having sex, how is that okay?! Oh my God, this is so embarrassing!’ I said putting back my tank top on.

‘She’ll forget it by tomorrow, baby.’ 

‘No, she won’t, Sammy!’ I yelled quietly at him. ‘Ugh, I’m so mad with you right now. What are they gonna think of me now?’ I said heading upstairs in Sammy’s old room where we were sleeping. 

‘Baby, wait. C’mon, it’s not that big of a deal.’ He said. ‘It’s just my mom.’ 

‘Fuck you, Sammy!’

Sammy’s POV

‘Baby, wake up. It’s breakfast time.’ I said moving her hair out of her face and placing a gentle kiss on her cheek. 

‘No..’ She murmured. 

‘C’mon, let’s eat. Everyone’s downstairs.’ I said. 

‘No, I’m not going there.’ She said sleepily. ‘I’m too embarrassed to look at your mother’s eyes.’ She said as she pulled the covers over her head. 

‘C’mon, y/n. Don’t be silly. She probably doesn’t care about that.’ 

‘Yes, she probably does.’ She said being stubborn. ‘I’m not ready to go down there.’ 

‘However you want.’ I sighed putting my red sweatshirt which said ‘NEBRASKA’ on and then left the room. 

‘Good morning, guys.’ I said as Ientered the dining room where everyone was already sitting and eating. 

‘Good morning, Sammy.’ My mom said as I sat down. 

‘Where’s y/n? She won’t join us?’ My dad asked. 

‘Umm..no, she’s not feeling very well so she decided to skip breakfast.’ I lied making an eye contact with my mom. 

‘Excuse me,’ Mom said getting up from the table. 

Your POV

I was up and was getting ready in the bathroom when I heard a knock on the of Sammy’s room. 

‘Sammy I told you I’m not ready for your mom to see me!’ I yelled and continued brushing my hair. 

‘Honey, it’s not Sammy, it’s me, Lori.’ She said and I froze. 

‘Oh my God.’ I whispered to myself and quickly walked into Sammy’s room again to open the door. 

‘Good morning, y/n!’ She said. ‘Why didn’t you come down for breakfast?’ 

‘Good morning, Lori. Um..I wasn’t really hungry..’ I lied. 

‘Listen, I just wanted to talk about yesterday.’ She said as we sat down on the bed. 

‘Oh..Lori, I am so so sorry. I know you probably think all the worst about me, but I-’ 

‘Oh, please! No way! What are you talking about? Honey, I just wanted to tell you that I’m not mad or anything like that. You two are young and in love and there’s nothing you have to be ashamed about.’ She said making me feel so much better. ‘I see how much Sammy loves you and how much you mean to him and honestly, I’m so happy that he found you to keep him, you know, down to earth and take care of him because I know you love him too, I can see it in your eyes.’ 

I had no words to thank her enough for those words so I just hugged her tightly. ‘Thank you so much, Lori. I really appreciate it.’

‘There’s no need to thank me, honey. I just said how it is.’ She smiled. ‘Now, come downstairs to hang out with us.’ She said. 

We came downstairs and Sammy, who was half sitting half laying on the couch, said ‘Hey, baby.’

I sat next to him and gave him a quick kiss. ‘Hi’ 

‘What?’ He asked.

‘What?’ 

‘Why are you smiling like that?’ He asked pulling me to him. 

‘I talked to your mother minutes ago’ I said quietly. 

‘And?’ 

‘And you’re lucky I love you and your mom is such a sweetheart.’ I said. 

‘So..it’s okay if we-’ 

‘Sammy!’ I whisper yelled and put my hand over his mouth. 

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12 big sis au?

12. Shoveling snow

This was so much fun to write omg.  The Big Sis AU has so many opportunities for sweet and pure moments. 

Send me an AU and a number and I’ll write you a ficlet!


               “Got you!” Molly shouted as she lobbed a snowball at her sixteen-year-old sister.  Emily squealed when the snowball landed on her bright purple coat.  

               “Yer so mean to yer lil sister!” Emily shouted, throwing a snowball of her own at Molly.  The southern accent she’d picked up from their mom had a tendency to get stronger when she yelled.  At the moment, she sounded like she had been raised in Arkansas like Angie.  Molly found it endearing.  The front door of the Mystery Shack opened.

               “Why aren’t you gremlins helping your mom, like I told you?” Stan grumbled.

               “Let the kids have their fun,” Angie said from the driveway, where she was shoveling away the results of the latest snowfall.  She stopped for a moment to lean against the Stanleymobile. “I’ve scooped up worse in larger quantities in my time on Earth.  Most of it from stables.”

               “Does that mean you’ve scooped up better, in smaller quantities, on a different planet?  Like, I dunno, Jupiter?” Emily said.  Angie rolled her eyes.

               “I raised a couple of smart alecks, didn’t I.”

               “Yeah,” Emily and Molly said together.  Stan huffed.

               “Go help your mom.  She’s turning blue,” Stan said.  

               “Wait, really?” Emily asked, turning to look at her mom.  Seizing the opportunity, Molly threw another snowball, but her aim was off.  It clipped the side of Emily’s head and splattered on Angie’s shoulder.  Angie merely blinked slowly in response.  

               “Sorry, Mom.”

               “Oh, geez, you really are blue,” Emily said.  The color of Angie’s lips was reminiscent of when she would buy blueberries and eat the whole carton in one sitting.  

               “I grew up down south.  I still ain’t used to the cold,” Angie replied.  

               “And you’re mostly skin and bones,” Stan said.  “You don’t have insulation.”  He patted his large stomach for emphasis.  

               “Gross, Dad,” Emily said.

               “What?  You’re built like a Pines, you’ve got it, too,” Stan said.  Emily scrunched up her face.  “…But it looks way better on you, pumpkin,” Stan added hastily.

               “Uh-huh.”

               “You’re a beautiful girl.  Both of you are,” Stan continued.  “Take after your mom.”

               “Dad,” Emily and Molly said together.

               “Fine.  I’ll stop complimenting my gorgeous kids,” Stan muttered.  Emily rolled her eyes.  Molly looked over at Angie, who was now visibly shivering, despite her thick coat.

               “Mom, go inside,” Molly said, walking over to her.  Angie shook her head.

               “Nope.  Got to clear the driveway.  When the Shack opens after the holidays, folks have to be able to get here.”

               “We’ll clear it,” Emily said.  She looked at her mother with concern.  “You look really cold, Mom.”

               “I’m fine, honey.”

               “You’re shivering.”

               “So?  All it means is that my body’s workin’ the way it should,” Angie said, picking up the snow shovel again.  “You two kidlets can keep goofin’ off.  I could use the exercise anyways.”  Molly and Emily exchanged a look.  

               “You’re gonna go inside, Mom,” Molly said firmly.  Angie raised an eyebrow.  

               “Oh, I am, am I?”

               “Yup,” Emily replied.  She grabbed the snow shovel from Angie.  When Angie tried to take it back, Molly grabbed her mother around the waist and hoisted Angie over her shoulder.  Stan watched from the porch with an amused expression.

               “Wha- hey!” Angie yelped.  “Put me down!”

               “Nope,” Molly said, walking back to the Shack.  “You’ll turn into a momsicle if you stay out much longer.”

               “Molly Gertrude Pines, you put yer mother down, right now!” Angie scolded.  Molly ignored Angie’s demands.  When she got to the porch, she handed Angie over to Stan, who carefully set her down.  “Young lady-” Angie started.  She stopped and stared at Stan.  “Are ya laughin’ at yer daughters’ antics?”  Stan nodded, still chuckling.

               “Can you blame me?  It was pretty funny, seeing you get carried off by your own kid, shouting, your face all red.”  Stan wrapped an arm around Angie’s shoulders.  “And you’re still shivering.  Sweet Moses, you’re cold.”  Angie scowled.

               “Molly, that wasn’t the right response.”

               “Nah, seemed like the right thing to me,” Stan said.  “You’re too stubborn to call it quits on your own.”  He winked at Molly.  “Good work, kiddo.”

               “What about me?” Emily called from the driveway, where she had started to shovel snow.  

               “You did a good job, too!” Stan replied.  “Both of ya.  Very smooth execution.”

               “Hmph,” Angie huffed.  

               “Come on, babe, let’s go get you warmed up,” Stan said, taking her into the Mystery Shack.  He looked back at his daughters.  “But no goofing off, got it?  I need that driveway cleared.”

               “Yes, Dad,” Molly and Emily said together.  The door closed.

               “So, how long do ya think it would take?  To clear the driveway?” Emily asked.  

               “Ten minutes, tops,” Molly said, looking at the driveway with an analytical eye.

               “And how long ‘fore Dad gets suspicious?”

               “Since he has to take care of Mom?  An hour, at least.”

               “Yeah, he gets really sappy when Mom’s sick or tired or whatever,” Emily said idly.  “So we’ve got an hour before we actually have to work…  Wanna keep throwin’ snowballs?”

               “Do you even need to ask?”

Think Of The Children

“I just can’t believe it! I’ve never been so embarrassed in all my life!”

Dominique, who had been patting her sister on the back and trying not to laugh, pulled a face. “Really?” she asked. “Really, the most embarrassing moment of your life was James catching you snogging Ted?”

“Yes!” wailed Victoire. Dominique sighed. Her sister was such a drama-queen. “He’s such a git. And he’s probably told Fred and Lou, and now I’ll never hear the end of it, and it’s terrible. He ruined it!”

“Well, maybe you should get Ted to come round and kiss you goodbye again, and I’ll sit on James to keep him away,” Dominique said reasonably. She thought for a moment. “And I suppose we should recruit Mol and Rox to sit on Fred and Louis, too. But hey, doesn’t that sound like a good idea?!” She nudged her sister repeatedly with her arm, and Victoire swatted her away.

“It’s too late,” she grumped. “That was it; I’m not going to see him now until Christmas—”

“There’s always Hogsmeade weekends,” Dominique pointed out.

“It’s not the same.” Victoire didn’t elaborate on this statement, and sat up, sighing with such force that her hair was blown out every which way out of her face. She was flushed, though whether with embarrassment or desire, Dominique couldn’t tell. The train had barely pulled out of the station and already her sister had pulled her into a compartment to wail and moan about her…situation. If she kept this up, it was set to be a very, very long term.

“Look, it’s not as bad as all that,” Dominique said. Victoire looked doubtful. “Okay, maybe the not seeing him for months thing is a bit rubbish. But look on the bright side: at least it was only James who saw Ted kissing you!”

Only James?” asked her sister. “Have you met that child? Do you know what he’s capable—”

“Victoire,” Dominique said firmly. “Last time you kissed Teddy so much that you were in a national newspaper.”

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Korean gentlemen!

Hey! to say I love your blog would be an under statement! I’m obsessed! your blog is very popular these days! I’m sending in my own story time, but I was hesitant because I’m a bit shy.

So I’m in my 20s, dark caramel/brown skin tone and so… usually hanging out with my friends a lot, we know so much about each other! even knowing our outside friends! But it came to my surprise that one of my good guy friends (my guy friend is White, he’s like a brother to me!) has a friend I never met! He’s Korean-American. I asked my friend about him and he said he met him at this get together and they had so much in common they hung out the past weeks, and he’s cool yada, and I’m like you’re making a new friend and didn’t tell me ahaha, but it was cool! I know eventually I would’ve met him!

So on to how I met, him, I’ll call him J, so when I went to my friends house as I do a lot, J was there, that was my 1st time ever meeting him, I came in dressed in my workout clothes, looking a hot mess, so you can imagine when I saw him, my heart dropped, I was like, do I have the wrong house, I literally said that! because my friend had the door unlocked for me! I was thinking, you could’ve at least told me! my friend walked in and he was like, “Oh meet J, J meet my friend” and he stood up and greeted me with a hand shake and my hands were shaky, because let me tell you! I’m dead serious, he looks like a celebrity, like super star, idol status, his hair was even fucking pushed back!!! he was wearing all black and he smelt sooooo good omfg! I’m sorry, I just…wow thinking about  when I met him the 1st time. When he got closer to me to say hi, his eyes were a little light brown, and he has reallyyyyyyyyyyyy nice skin, like tell me what you use?!

Before I even asked him where the 2 of them are headed to, my friend told me to a small dinner party for J’s good friend engagement, (In my head I was thinking you guys only known each other for few weeks and he’s already around the family , but I didn’t want to be rude!) basically an engagement party to celebrate, I was like “Cool, congrats to her!” and J out of no where said, “You wanna go?….I mean if you want, she’s cool, she wouldn’t mind…” the way he said it was sooo cute, it’s like he was thinking to himself “should I ask or not, oh why did i just do that?” ahaha! So without a hesitation, I was like “SURE!” I put that in all caps, because that’s how it felt I said it, I was soooooooooo happy he  asked me, and his smile….HIS SMILE!! HIS MUTHA FKIN SMILE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! is the most sexiest smile, I’ve ever seen, his teeth are so white and straight! he told me it’s in about 3 hours, but he was just hanging around with my friend. I’m talking too much ahaha but after that talk, I went home, and child! when I told you, I did makeup on my face like never before, I even stopped by the store to by new makeup so I can look extra good, eyelashes and all. Even my sister was like “whose gonna be there? you looking like that?” I didn’t tell her.

Fast Forward! to the engagement party!!! BTW His family and friend were  soooooooooooooooooo nice! I felt like I’m apart of the family! but let me get to the good stuff!

So my friend picked me up, so we could go together. I walked out of my house, looking fine, feeling fine, had on a gorgeous red dress, hair pin up in a bun! So as I walk to the car, I was being silly, doing a model walk and jokingly started twerking (which I was stiff because the dress was so tight ahaha!) and as I get closer to the car, mind you it’s late at night and my house has a long walk way! so as I get closer……J was in the car and my heart dropped from embarrassment, I was thinking I hope he didn’t see that shit! but to my surprise, he got out the car and opened the door for me, he…..SIGH!! Even held my freakin hand to help me get in the car, he held my hand, he held my hand! not just held, but like a grab, so I’m thinking! damn, I’m already having a crush on him! and he said “There we go, watch your head” he was so sweet helping me in the car!!!

On our way to the venue, I was nervous, because I didn’t want his family to be like “who this random white boy and black girl with our son/friend” so I was rehearsing how I would act, what I would say to them! and J!!! J, , J, J! He’s so sweet, he was telling me how cool his people are and that we will have fun! And after that, we were just chilling and listening to music, and then he pulls down the visor (mirror) and he was staring at me, but not the entire time, just like off and on, being….sneaky/sly about it, like he was “fixing his hair” but everytime, he was looking at me, and I pretended like I wasn’t paying attention, but I put my head down and I smiled soo hard! I couldn’t believe it, 1st he held onto my hand, now he’s staring at me! so we got to the venue and he helped me out the car…I can’t with him, I’m having so many feels writing this that I’m squealing! we walked into the venue, and when we 1st get in, as we waited a little, he pulled out a chair for me, touched me on my back and told me “I’m a gentlemen, you don’t have to stand, here” KHKWIPHPH9U9U023!!@@@@!!!!!!!!!! HE’s soooo everything! he’s handsome, looks like a celebrity, so gentlemen like! the party was so much fun, and like I said every one was so sweet, I even exchanged numbers with 1 of his family members , his sister!! she’s drop dead gorgeous too! she reminds me of Bora from SISTAR, all of his family were handsome and gorgeous, I was like wtf! and we’re going out tomorrow! yes! this is recent! so I’ll have more to tell in the future, if you guys want! We’re going to see Goosebumps ahahaa! I talked to her the most that night, we were laughing and laughing, she’s my age, and she’s so cool! She visits Seoul a lot, since they have family there. And J did come over to us and sat right in the middle of us! he kind off pushed his sister to the side and he turned over to me…mind you he’s extremely close to me, like almost kissing close and his eyes are so gorgeous up close I nearly lost my words, he told me not to listen to his sister, and she’s crazy (he was joking, you know sibling love) and his sister told him we’re going to the movies Friday to see Goosebumps and he said he wants to go and that him and my friend can go too, lmao he said “like a double date, you can take my sister, I’ll take him” that was funny! I thought he was asking me out for a second!

I’m already getting to know 1 person that’s close to him, that’s so cool! they’re beyond nice! OH YEAH! and I talked about South Korea with his family! he was mingling with others, and so was I so we didn’t see much of one another at the party, until I was sitting down at the table by myself drinking , chilling and I look up and J was staring dead at me, I don’t know how long he was staring at me, but he did play it off by waving at me lol! it was too cute! The party ended and J actually took a ride with his friends and family so he could go spend time with his niece!

So before we were leaving he came up to me and my friend and he gave my friend a hug and told him he’ll see him later and then I was standing there awkward thinking how would he say bye to me and that it would be so cool to get a hug and he did!! he hugged me and told me he really enjoyed our company, thanks so much for coming, and his hands went from my back from hugging me to down my elbows and we both laughed, I guess he was embarrassed like “sorry touching her too much” but it wasn’t awkward and it was fast, so it wasn’t touchy in a rude way. he’s so sweet! (and single ahaha!) and that smile!!!! 

anonymous asked:

Is this someone else in the Once fandom who loves Harold and Maude? Can it be? It's a great film. Amazing. Don't know why Henry gets slack for playing it. its romantic af.

IT IS INDEED! HELLO FELLOW PERSON WITH EXCELLENT TASTE!

Probably my favourite film, I think. My dad, who always would play Cat Stevens on the guitar when we were growing up, showed it to me and my sisters when I was…probably about Henry’s age? (LOL OR NOT? WHO EVEN KNOWS). I remember actually squealing during 1x02 when they used ‘Don’t Be Shy’ after time started up again (love me some Mark Isham, but I do love when they use non-instrumentals as well)

But, YES, Harold and Maude! How much do I love this film? So fucking much. It’s so joyous, beautiful, absurd, hilarious, full of good anti-establishment values, and yes, romantic! And it’s so easy to see why it would be referenced in a show about fairy tales: follows the hero’s journey to a tee, the motif of three throughout – the different adventures and reconciliations along the way…

UGH IT’S SO GOOD AND I LOVE IT SO MUCH.

And also, who didn’t want to live in Maude’s converted railway car?

(I still blame that odorifics machine for my obsession with weird perfumes – like I would murder for that Snowfall on 42nd St. perfume like wow give it to me)

And Maude is just…such a good character? Like I’ve read people dismiss her as a proto-MPDG, but wow no way IMO. She’s a fleshed out character, her insights come from a life well and truly lived for her 79 years, she has her own memories and longings and sadness, and while her ridiculous quirks and off-the-wall-ness are intrinsic to Harold’s journey, she doesn’t exist for Harold’s journey. He’s a new experience for her as well, which is the thing that gives her the most joy and is well established outside of him, as she moves towards her ultimate goal which she never wavers from. She’s such a damned good character and I love everything about her.

And the subtleties of it – there are certain things it beats you over the head with, but then little details that are just blink-and-miss but that just completely change the emotional tone of scenes and speeches and ::sigh::

Also, that shit makes me cry every single time.

Also, I may have showed this to my now-husband on our first movie night. So I might be slightly biased toward’s Henry’s date night choices :D

(Funny thing: my ma is hugely into The Who and we all watched Quadrophenia together and I’m only just now realising and having a giggle at how similar the finale scenes of each film are to each other, despite the rest of the film being, oh, slightly different)

Okay so I’ve just finished watching Carmilla with my sister (she’s 9) because she wanted to know what it is that I talk about so much… This is some of what happened.

-During the waltz scene, she looked at me and smiled and asked ‘Are they going to kiss?’ And when they didn’t she pouted and said ‘They should have.’

-She literally cried when she thought that Carmilla was dead.

-When Danny carried Carmilla’s body into the room, she literally jumped off the couch shouting ‘YEAHHHHH!’

-During episode 36 when they kissed, she was smiling so much and she squealed with happiness. She looked at me and asked ‘So are they lesbians?’ And I smiled at her and said ‘Yeah,’ and she smiled back and just said ‘Cool, I’m glad they’re girlfriends now.

-When ‘Thank you Creampuffs’ came up on the screen, she asked what it meant, and when I told her, she shouted ‘DAD, I’M A CREAMPUFF NOW!

-She loved the Christmas special a lot, and keeps on randomly shouting ‘MURDER HER FOR CHRISTMAS!

-After watching the latest episode she’s very worried about Perry.

-I talked to her about Laf’s pronouns, and although she was slightly confused at first, she just totally accepted it. She said ‘Is the person who plays them the same?’ And I said ‘Yep, Kaitlyn’s the same.’ She said ‘I love them.’

Sorry for the long post, I’m just really proud of my little sister and I love her a lot.

anonymous asked:

Hello, I just wanted to say that I'm TOTALLY OBSESSED WITH TMaHT!!!! I'm not usually one to message people, but you deserve so much praise for this fanfic! (My little sister just came out of her room to tell me that I'm being too loud with my laughing and squealing...oOops?) Keep up the good work!!

I can’t take all the credit, @tragicshadows is the co-author of the fic. Anyway… YOU’RE OBSESSED? That can’t be good for your health xD It makes me happy that you sent a message even though it’s something you don’t usually do :) Thank you and we’ll make sure to put our best into each chapter!

Satisfied-Hamilton {S.M}

imagine one from broadway series// an imagine based off of the song Satisfied from the smash hit Tony Award winning Broadway musical, Hamilton.

author’s note// OKAY I am actually super hype for this series and this is the first imagine out of my broadway series ahhhh!! be sure to tell me what you think of this series and such!

broadway series masterlist || regular masterlist 

You looked at Eliza as she linked arms with him. They looked so happy. They looked so at ease. They seemed as if they fit together like pieces of a puzzle who have been lost for years. They looked as if the only two people in the world that mattered were each other. She was so happy. You had never seen her this happy. You never knew that she even could be this happy. It shouldn’t pain you to see your sister so happy. You should be celebrating with her on such a joyous occasion, such as her engagement party. 

“You have to make a toast, you know.” You heard a familiar voice mutter, ripping you from your thoughts. You looked over and saw your other younger sister holding a glass of champagne. 

“Yeah, I know.” You mumbled. You didn’t want to give a toast that wasn’t genuine. Because you were not happy at all for your sister. You didn’t want to see her kissing him, hugging him, marrying him. 

“You understand I said you have to make a toast. It really isn’t an option.” She puts her hand on your shoulder. “You are her maid of honor.” Her hand leaves your shoulder, but your reflexes kick in and you grab her wrist before she could walk away from you. 

“Peggy,” You started. “Is it normal for me to feel this way?” You whisper, not wanting Eliza’s other bridesmaids whom were crowded around you to hear. 

“No.” She whispered in your ear, pulling her wrist away from you lightly and walking back over to the other bridesmaids. Your fingers tightened around your full champagne glass. You didn’t want to drink any, you feared you’d vomit. You closed your eyes for a moment and sucked in a deep breath of air. You tried to slow your thinking down, not let the rush of the party go to your head and cause you to break. You needed to refresh the glue that was being used to hold you together. You needed a moment. You took that moment. After that moment was over and passed, you opened your eyes. You saw the small lanterns that had a luminescent pink glow you had hung up only three hours prior. You felt the night breeze press against your dark skin, the stars barely visible in the gaps over the cloth tarp. You saw people, some you knew some you didn’t. You saw photo boards of Eliza and Shawn at various places doing many things. Usually some adventurous couple thing, like hiking some stupid mountain or bungee jumping. 

They were one of those couples. One of those absolutely dreadful couples that posted annoying photos of their perfect relationship all over Instagram and made everyone feel as if they were either A; pathetic B; inferior to them. You wanted that with Shawn so badly. 

Oh yeah, you were madly in love with your sister’s fiancee. No biggie, right? 

You pulled yourself together and tried to get the fork to hit the glass, but you couldn’t. You couldn’t even get your hand to move. Eliza was starting to look at you, panicking a little. A few of the bridesmaids started to murmur. You started to break into a cold sweat, your tight rosy colored dress started to suffocate you. You felt your feet ache to run away, but when you were about to, you heard a bellowing voice. 

“All right all right! Let’s give it up for the maid of honor!” Shawn’s best man, his bodyguard John, hollered, getting everyone’s attention. Your feet suddenly glued to the floor, and your lips hung open. Everyone stared at you with their smiles, a few real ones mixed in with all the fake. What felt like thousands of pairs of eyes stared at you, as if they expected something from you. 

A God dang speech you dimwit. They expect a speech. 

“A toast to the groom.” You started, letting the words you had neatly written on a piece of card stock two nights before fall out. You had easily memorized them, being the only words that rang through your ears. “To the bride.” You continued. People gave you warm smiles and confused stares. “To your sister, and the hope that you provide.” Many, many confused looks. You should’ve remembered that not all of your family were at the top of their class at an Ivy League school and on track to being one of the best lawyers in all of Canada. You changed the words in your head so they made more sense. “May you always be satisfied.” Many of the people in the large crowd’s expressions softened. Eliza’s stayed the same. She knew exactly what you were trying to say. She got you. “If I were to rewind to that night that Eliza and Shawn met, I just might remember that night for the rest of my days.” 

More like regret. 

“I remember those band guys tripping over themselves to win our praise. All of them all over my sisters and I my gosh! It was an after party for one of Shawn’s shows, of course, and some band guys picked up my sisters and I in a bar and invited us. But Shawn, I will never ever forget the first time I saw your face. You seemed so different from the rest of all of these guys. No offense.” You laughed a little. 

“None taken!” One of them joked, which earned a light laugh from the rest of the guests. 

“You came up to me, and said the same thing. You said I was like you. You said… You said that I could never be satisfied.” He was right of course, because you could never be with him. From the moment you met Shawn, you fell. He was the kind of guy you wanted, the kind of guy you needed. “You may be right about that, but I knew you would always be satisfied with someone like my sister by your side. Of course, my sister was utterly helpless and had no idea how to talk to you yourself, so I had to go over my gosh. They were so awkward at first. I had to play cupid for these two.” 

Wrong. Your sister basically begged to meet Shawn. She basically pleaded at your feet. You couldn’t say no, no matter how into him you were. You had to introduce her to Shawn. You couldn’t live with yourself if you didn’t. She was your sister and your best friend. She struggled putting herself out there with guys, and you really didn’t. If you wanted to talk to someone, you did. If you wanted to hook up with a guy, you did. You weren’t shy. 

But there were no guys that ever infatuated you as much as Shawn. Shawn was something else, he seemed to get everything you said with ease. He got you. The only other person you felt that truly got you was Eliza, because she loved you so much. Shawn was your intellectual equal, and that never happens with guys. 

“My sister was head over heels for Shawn at first glance, and I will say, I am responsible for the relationship and engagement we are celebrating here today.” A few people chuckled, and you let a thin smile spread across your lips. “It felt like it was just yesterday that I was introducing my lovely sister to Shawn. It was a whole year ago, my gosh! Shawn only had a little peach fuzz, he couldn’t even grow it!” The lies continued to fall out. That night you just wanted to take Shawn away, you just wanted to have him with you at all times. But when you saw your sister’s face… You couldn’t do that. 

“I’ve loved seeing you guys grow as a couple, and as people being together. Shawn, you are the big brother I never had, and thank you for being part of the family. Thanks for treating my sister and best friend right, and you better keep doing so. Eliza, you picked a good one. I love you so much, and I’m so happy for you. Thank you everyone for coming, continue to enjoy the party! So glad you could make it!” You heard come claps and cheers. Eliza’s eyes filled with tears as she scurried over to you, her Tiffany blue dress flowing around in the night air, her hand wrapped around Shawn’s dragging him along. 

“Oh my God, that was beautiful!” She squealed, letting go of Shawn and wrapping her arms around you. Your arms instantly went around her. You let out a fake laugh, squeezing her tight. 

“Thanks, Liza. I’m so happy for you.” You whispered in her ear. You looked over your sister’s shoulder, and saw Shawn. His hands stuffed in his pockets, his perfect brown eyes gazing at you. At least you’ll keep his eyes in your life. He was so perfect, and perfect for you. But he made Eliza so happy, and he was so happy with her. So you settled for the brother sister relationship, so you wouldn’t break your sister. You will continue to admire him from an afar, keeping the feelings at a minimum. It was okay. 

It was okay, but not good. Because as long as you aren’t with Shawn, you will never be satisfied. 

author’s note// AHHH first one idk how i feel abt it but yanno i have math finals this week i wanna die help me guys also having boy troubles.