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Young Justice team when asked what they think about Batman

Kaldur: “He is a wise and trustworthy leader. I respect him highly and never doubt his decisions." 

Conner: "Guy’s a jerk." 

M'gann: "Batman? He scares me. He’s always glaring silently as if planning to kill us or something. Once I tried reading his mind, but all I heard was echoes. It’s creepy." 

Wally: "Pfft, Bats? Please, the guy’s a total pushover. Once I was over their place and Robin and I made a blanket fort in the Batcave, and you know what Batman did? He just walked out of there and worked somewhere else. He’s probably nicer than my own parents." 

Artemis: "Literally the only person in the universe I don’t want to mess with, which says a lot cuz I’ll fight anyone." 

Robin: "B and I are going out for ice cream after patrol.” :) 

Summer Holidays: ReggiexReader! Oneshot

hey guys, just a quick lil fluffy oneshot I wrote about Reggie! I’m not really sure if I like this one, but I just wanted to write something kinda cute. If anyone has any prompts, please send them to my ask, though I can’t promise I will write them all!


Summary: Reggie x (Y/N) Flufffff.

(This gif is NOT mine. Credit to @joeck for this beautiful Zach Dempsey gif. Obv I’m aware its not Reggie, but I think it fits this oneshot so wellllllll.)


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Poker Face?

Reggie x Reader 

Warnings: SMUTTY like no joke, if you don’t like sexy time, don’t read!!!

Requested: Can you write a Reggie x reader where they’re dating and they  play strip poker (smut)

A/N: I’ve never played poker before, so I don’t really know how the game works I’ve read about it online to get the jist of it so I’m pretty much just guessing. 

Originally posted by zachdempsey

Friday Nights alone with Reggie Mantle were often the highlights of my week. It was always after the game that he would take me back to my place for a movie night, or something along those lines. My parents work night shifts so they don’t mind Reggie coming over to keep me company. 

Tonight was no different, we were celebrating a big win for the end of season game. I ran onto the pitch along side other students, and into the arms of Reggie. Other players ran past smacking him on the shoulders congratulating him on the game. He picks me up by the waist as I jump towards him and I nuzzle my face into his neck. Still holding his helmet in one hand he tightens his arms around me and lifts me further into the air with excitement. “Congrats,now how do we celebrate?” I enchant towards the caramel skinned boy in front of me. I reach up and place a kiss on his lips softly. I hear the other team mates whistling and cheering some chanting about Reggie being ‘whipped’. I just laugh and pull away. 

“There’s a party at Thorn-Hill tonight, everyone who’s anyone is going to be there, so your presence would be highly appreciated” Cheryl Bombshell added into the mix, turning towards me, giving me that sickly sweet smile of hers. “Actually y/n and I have plans tonight, right?” Reggie says looking towards me with wide eyes. I nod my head towards Cheryl directing my eyeline towards her “Right” and just like that I was whisked away, by the boy still wearing his football uniform. 


We get back to my place, and I realise this was going to be no different from our other Friday nights. “Why didn’t you want to go to the party,Reg?” I ask politely getting my keys out to unlock the door. The streets were dark and silent. It seemed as though the entire town had escaped to Thorn-Hill for the night and we were the only two people left gallivanting the streets. “I had something in my mind that I wanted to try out, and I didn’t think you would wanna play in front of bunch of people at Cheryl Blossom’s Mansion”Reggie replies with a sly grin contouring his face. His fingers fiddle with the end of my shirt as I unlock the door, pushing it open, I turn around to face him with a confused yet amused look on my face. “play?” I mutter and stumble slightly into the doorway of my own home. 

I walk into the living room and Reggie heads towards the bathroom,carrying his bag, presumably to change. He returns a few moments later wearing a pair of sweats, a t-shirt and a baseball cap, holding a deck of cards in his hands. He brings it up and waves it a little a smug smile plastered on his face. I look between him and the cards and tilt my head in confusion. “Strip poker” he states abruptly. I go wide eyed and stand up from my place on the sofa and walk towards him with a sultry  stare. “so this is what you meant  by play?” I ask lightly biting my lip, it didn’t go un-noticed.  

“Okay then” I nod and move the coffee table into the middle of the room, grabbing a couple of cushions for us each to sit on, either side of the table. He throws his jersey at me and I look at him blankly. “Just in-case you need the extra layer” he teases. “and what makes you think I’m gonna be the one needing the extra layer?” I whisper gently in his ear removing my shirt in front of his eyes and replacing it with his football jersey. He takes in a noticeable gulp before sitting down at the table,shuffling the cards. 


Many Items of clothes removed later, I was left in the Jersey and my underwear and Reggie was sat there in his boxers (Oh and his socks, we can’t forget his socks) “Your poker face really is awful Reggie Mantle” I state calling him out only to antagonise him more. To be truthful, Reggie hating losing, and he hating losing to me even more. He knew it would be something I would hold against him for weeks. I look at the cards in my hand and realise my shirt is probably coming next “turn” Reggie mumbles in concentration. He places his cards down to show, three queens and two tens, an otherwise perfect set. I shamefully place down my cards consisting of a jack, ten,four, six, and and an ace, he royally kicked my butt in this round. He looks at me with a smug expression. His tongue sticking out of his mouth. I clap my hands at his deal and stand up ready to take off the jersey but am stopped by a pair of hands reaching for mine.He pulls me round to his side of the table and tugs me down so I’m sitting in his lap. 

“Don’t take the Jersey off just yet, It looks good on you” He whispers brushing the hair out of my face. bringing his lips to meet mine. I lean forwards and instantly tangle my hands into his black hair.Tugging at the roots towards the back of his head. His hot plump lips meshed with mine,in sync moving in and out of rhythm.     

His hands reached down to my legs where he lifted me up and placed me down so I was straddling his waist. His rough calloused fingers ran up my legs and placed themselves on my hips where he held me still. He leaned back so he was leaning against the couch more comfortably and brought his lips back to mine deeply. The kisses were hard and fast and at times sloppy, but that was just the way I liked it. I gasped suddenly as I was picked up,Reggie standing to sit himself down on the couch rather than the floor, bringing me to sit straddling him once more. His lips move to my neck leaving hot open mouthed kisses on the skin. Leaving a trail down where he meets my jawline sucking on the delicate skin, making me gasp for air. 

His hands lift up the Jersey at either side of my hips where he holds the curves and pushes them forwards,encouraging me to rock my hips gently. I do so earning a satisfied groan fall from Reggie’s lips. I place my hands on his naked shoulders and lean in for another kiss, my mouth already thirsty for more attention. As our lips join again, I roll my hips once again a little harder to meet his and continue the action gaining more gasps and breathy reactions from the pair of us. 

The sloppy kisses and building friction between us was more of a celebration than any after party could ever master. Reggie swiftly flipped us so I was laying on my back on the couch, him above me,breathing heavily, a thin layer of sweat had built up from our actions. Not to mention he was already sweaty from the game. 

He raises the shirt up so it’s just above my belly button and kisses his way from under my chest to my pantie line. His eyes look up through his thick dark eyelashes to meet mine as his cold fingers loop themselves into my panties, I nod slowly and he places another kiss on each hip bone before pulling my panties down my legs and onto the floor beside us. He settles in between my legs again and wraps each leg over his shoulder, his strong hands holding onto the tops of my legs. “You okay beautiful?” he asks quietly and i sigh contently nodding my head,he doesn’t even have to do anything and I’m putty in his hands. “So much better than Thorn-Hill” he mutters more to himself as his face disappears in between my legs. 

His tongue swirls over the budding bundle of nerves,and he presses light kisses on it just to be a tease, before taking it in his mouth and sucking on it, I let out a gasp and my hands go straight for his hair, his locks damp from the sweat raised from both the game and our activities. One of his hands moves itself from its place on my hip and and follows his mouth down to where I needed him the most right now, His finger lightly teased my entrance before sliding all the way in and stilling. I let out a short gasp of his name when he began sliding his middle finger in and out, occasionally swirling it around. His mouth still proceeded too press kisses to my clit, adding to the knot tightening in my stomach. My grip in his hair becoming tighter as he moves his hand faster. 

“Reggie” I gasp getting his attention, his face comes up and I gesture for him to bring his face up to meet mine. His fingers still working inside of me, Reggie comes closer to me, pressing his lips hard against mine, I wrap my arms around the back of his shoulders holding him in hug. My back arches and I moan the knot tightening to the point of release. I pull his arm away from me and he looks at me with both confusion and concern. Only to be replaced by a smirk  when my dainty fingers reached for his boxers. I pulled them down as far I could get them being underneath him. His shaft hit his stomach, I took it in my hands gently and slid my hands down it a couple of times before directing towards my entrance. 

He took matters into his own hands, pulling my legs towards himself, I let out a shriek of excitement, he leaned down and kissed me softly, I felt him sliding in, stretching myself out I gasped for air once he had fully pushed all the way in. Many of the boys always made jokes about mine and Reggie’s sex life, saying things like how ‘he’s an animal’ and ‘he must tear you apart in the bedroom’ and when occasionally that can be true, for the most part. Reggie preferred  to make love, he liked taking it slow making it raw and passionate, that was just one of the things I loved about him. 

One of my hands wrapped around his bicep while the other went straight for his hair. Reggie placed both hands on my hips and gently rocked his hips back and forth setting a rhythm that was pleasing for the both of us. He groans out my name into the crook of my neck and scatters a few kisses in the area. I feel the knot tightening again and becoming loose as my release is coming on. I can tell Reggie is getting close due to the breathy-ness and his tired limbs. with a few more hard fast thrusts Reggie moans into my ear, his movements becoming slopping, my stomach tightens and I feel the knot untie a sense of relief washes over my body. 

Reggie collapses on top of me, pushing my fowards so he can slide in lay behind me on the couch. He presses a kiss under my ear and pulls the jersey down so its covering me up. 

“Well that’s one way to celebrate a football” Reggie smiles and I shake my head laughing and lean up to kiss him  again. 


I’M GOING TO HELL.  

Imagine

Person A is a heavy reader. Person B isn’t. Person A usually reads the stories to Person B when they need to calm down, from what it is, Person A never asks. Person B often falls asleep to the stories from Person A’s mouth, and can never stay up long enough to finish the stories, so all they know is the (mostly) happy beginnings, and never the ends. 

Person A gives Person B their favourite book, one that’s been with them for a long time. The book has obvious signs of the love and importance it had on Person A’s life, but they know that it’s Person B’s favourite story. 

You see, Person B might not notice, but Person A always keep a check of how long it takes for Person B to fall asleep when they’re reading a book. Sometimes it’s within the 3rd chapter, other times it’s on the 23rd. But when Person A reads this book to Person B, they notice how Person B struggles to stay awake, and is always concentrating so hard on not giving in to the slumber. Person A once asked Person B if they wanted to start from the middle of the book this time (because god forbid they say, ‘Where we left off’ because that means they’ll know when they fell asleep and that’s a conversation for a later (or never) time) but Person B always politely declines and says with the sweetest voices, “No, I want to hear your voice as much as possible.” 

Person B shakily accepts the gift, and promises to give it back, but Person A declines and says, “No, you can have it. It’s yours. I know how much you love it, almost as much as I do. So here, read it, you fall asleep before the ending anyway.” And laughs it off, albeit awkwardly. 

A few days pass since the gift giving, and Person B has had minimal contact with Person A. Then one day, as Person A was in the quiet corner of the library, back hunched over a book and nail biting in progress, Person B comes in and sits in front of Person A. 

//“The ending haD ME SHOOK AF BRUH OAGJBAWLJRBGLKJBLEWRKJGB”//

“I understand why this book is your favourite, and I don’t want to copy you but it’s now my favourite too.” Person B says quietly as they watch Person A’s eyes scan 20 words a second. Person A nods slightly. “So I have a gift for you too.”

Person A looks up from the book and stares at a copy of the same book, looking newer and less worn, but still holding the words that made them laugh, cry, and die in a matter of 2 pages. Person B smiles, and says, “It’s my copy, I bought it the day before you gave me yours. I only read the first part, because it’s all I knew in your voice. So I could never bring myself to read the rest.” Person B laughs awkwardly. 

“I mean, I don’t usually read books. But when you read them I suddenly picture myself there, in those pages, except it doesn’t feel like just pages, it feels real. My voice can’t do that, but yours can. So… When you gave me the book you had read to me over and over again, suddenly I could picture you, holding the book exactly the same way you are now, eyes scanning over the words so quickly that your voice fails to catch up, and the small hint of a smile in your voice and the sparkle in your eyes, and, believe me, I didn’t understand why people fell in love with reading but I think I’m in love with your reading. Whether it’s silent scanning of words, or quiet whispers of every second word, or when you voice the characters’ dialogue yourself to get the emotion right in your head because you haven’t heard the words said like that before, or when your reading it to me, I’m in love with you and your reading.” 

Person B is blushing furiously and Person A is //dyING AF BECAUSE ERMAGHWRHGDHGAHGRHGA// still waiting, listening, knowing that this isn’t the end of what Person B wants to say.

“You’re the person people in books fall in love with,” Person B says with a quiet voice.

(Note from author: Hi, this is me coming back after ‘leaving’ this account. I actually never left and I knew a lot of people started following me AFTER i said I wouldn’t be back, so thank you! Also the words in between the // are just my mind going weird and wanting to add in something really stupid haha, love ya’ll.)

anonymous asked:

What are some of your favorite books currently?

Okay, so this question requires a bit of explanation of my reading habits. There are four types of books that I read: Dime Store Novels, of Literary Merit, Smart Books, and Reference Books.

Dime store novels: Books that are written to tell a story and just to tell a story. They’re not out to challenge the genre or blow our minds with inventive structure. Currently on my nightstand:

  • Patricia Briggs (Alpha and Omega series): Actually anything by Patricia Briggs. I love her. Everything she’s written is the sort of strong, female characters that I craved growing up.
  • Tamora Pierce (ALL): Same as above, she’s got wonderfully strong female characters and I love her.
  • Victoria Laurie (Ghost Hunter series): Simple, straight-forward series with exciting characters and premise! I read her books super fast, I’d say it takes me about two, three hours to read one of hers.
  • Mira Grant (Parasitology): She’s always so wonderful about building worlds through character/character relationships. Fun read, edge of the seat in a lot of ways, can’t wait to get to book two! Probably takes me 4-8 hours to read one book.

Of Literary Merit: Books that do defy genre, blow our minds, are probably going to win a handful of awards. Currently on my nightstand:

  • George Saunders (10th of December): One of my FAVE short story collections, it won something like…three? awards including like best short story collection of the year.
  • Celeste Ng (Everything I Never Told You): I actually don’t know if this has won an award but it was AMAZING NO SPOILERS GO READ IT
  • Flannery O’Connor (Wise Blood): I’m actually just starting this! I’ll keep you posted~
  • Jennifer Egan (A visit from the goon squad): One of my all time FAVES, got me into intertwining narrative, I love it.

Smart Books: Books that make me look very intelligent (or pretentious) when I go home for the holidays. They tend to be fairly controversial in subject matter and/or wildly misunderstood to be smart in the first place. Most of them I even like which is a bonus! My go to books:

  • Candide by Voltaire: Great book, hilarious and people think it’s not filled with A plus satire because Voltaire sounds very fancy.
  • The Dubliners by James Joyce: Short story collection of classic narrative, big themes of imminent death, man vs. nature, etc. 
  • The Lucifer Effect by Philip Zimbardo: About the Stanford Prison experiment. It’s okay, I don’t necessarily agree with the stance Dr. Zimbardo takes on his experiment/actions, but he doesn’t expect you too, I don’t think.

Reference Books: Books that I read over and over again because I WANT TO WRITE LIKE THAT:

  • American Gods by Neil Gaiman: What the fuck. What the fuck. The detail?????? The characters???? Shadow???? What the fuck.
  • Two or Three Things I Know for Sure by Dorothy Allison - I cry every time I read this book. It’s so raw and honest, it takes my breath away. Every time.
  • The Earth and Everything Underneath by K.M Ferebee: So gorgous, the imagery is incredible and it’s about witches. It’s actually a short story that you can read here (X) and I really recommend you check out Shimmer in general because it’s a great magazine.

As always, there’s a ton more that I enjoy, but these are in my rotation right now! Ask me again in a month and they’ll be all different.

dragonlovedd  asked:

You should be proud of me!! I've killed all my seedlings (your grandseedlings)!! But my question: How would the 104 th and vets react to all the (smutty!!)fanfictions wrote of them? You are awesome!!

Relatable

Mikasa: Deletes the internet
Reiner: Saves all of them to his laptop
Bertholdt: Finds out about new kinks he has, reads all the smutty BeruAni fics
Annie: Spends four hours in the bathroom trying to clean herself again
Eren: Doesn’t mind the smut, but those fics just don’t make sense?!
Jean: wishes he was that smooth
Marco: thinks it’s funny until he reads a Marco X Levi fic
Sasha: “NO! I WOULD NEVER DO SOMETHING LIKE THAAAAT!” cries
Connie: Never have I ever encountered a smutty fic with Connie…
Historia: Blocks everyone who writes her in het!smut
Armin: “I guess it’s part of human nature… in a way?”
Ymir: Laughs forever
Levi: Is so grossed out that his skin starts to peel off clean
Hanji: Ships all the Hanji ships from now on and tells everyone about the read fics
Erwin: Doesn’t quite understand where all of that comes from
Nanaba: Is thankful to only find smutfics with people she likes
Mike: Reads all of them
Moblit: WHY?!

anonymous asked:

Hc or fic where Tyler is a good friend of yours and he finds out you're in an abusive relationship?

A/N: Ty x Reader with some good ole Teamiplier platonic love.
Warnings: Emotionally and Physically abusive relationship. Nothing graphic happens but it’s still a sensitive topic.
Title: You’re Safe With Me


“What do you mean we can’t be friends anymore?” Tyler’s voice was fuzzy over the phone but you could still hear the hurt and concern. “Did I do something wrong?”

You sighed and curled up into a ball on your bed. “My boyfriend says I’m too close to you to be ‘just friends’.” You said quietly. Your boyfriend wasn’t in the apartment but you still had this sinking feeling in your gut that he was always listening, that he’d know you’d talked to Tyler. “He says I have to choose between him and you and that if I love him I’ll know what the right choice is.”

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anonymous asked:

Hi! I just read your fic of singing Killian and I LOVE it. Could you write something like him singing to his kid or something similar? I just can't get it out of my mind....

lol anons y’all betta stop giving me prompts that i like or else i’m never gonna finish the fics i’m supposed to be writing hahahah

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It’s three in the morning and Emma is so tired. Maggie’s crying, again, as babies tend to do, and Emma is trying really hard to get up, really. But her body is just so damn heavy, and she feels like she hasn’t had a decent night’s rest since they brought her home three weeks prior.

She hopes that her daughter’s wails will quiet on their own so she doesn’t have to move. It is her turn, after all, since Killian soothed her to sleep two hours ago.

But the seconds tick by and the longer she lies there, the guiltier she feels. She just wants to be selfish for one night, just this one night. It’s not that she doesn’t love Maggie more than life itself, or that she wishes to ignore her. She just needs sleep, more than she can ever remember needing sleep.

The bed shifts beside her and she hears the rough timbre of Killian’s voice, thick with exhaustion, and his words make her want to sob with relief.

“I’ll get her, love. Sleep.”

She can’t even manage to respond with any sense, just an almost whimper of an agreement. He kisses her head, lips buried in her hair for the briefest of moments, and then he leaves. She misses his warmth already but she can’t even open her eyes.

Maggie’s hysterical sobs seem to ease up as soon as Killian enters her nursery. She can hear through the baby monitor the way he calms her with words of reassurance. He is probably holding her right against his chest and rocking her from side to side. That’s one of his favorite things to do.

The cries get quieter and quieter, loud hiccups still punctuating her breaths, but only cease when Killian’s voice lilts out softly, soothingly, in a melodic lullaby. Maggie becomes silent. Moisture pricks behind Emma’s eyelids.

Emma has no doubt that she’s staring up at her father in wonder, mesmerized by his song, finally feeling safe and warm and loved. She feels guilty once again for not going to her first.

His voice fades as if someone has lowered the volume on the baby monitor, then grows stronger again, but this time it’s sharper and clearer than before. She realizes as the floorboards creak that he’s returned to their room, definitely with Maggie in his arms, and he’s still singing the low, steady tune.

The bed bows under the weight of him when he slips back under the covers and Emma peels her eyes open just long enough to blearily take in the image of Killian lying on his back and Maggie sprawled on his chest, her eyes shut.

Emma scoots closer and Killian’s arm automatically comes around her. She moves so her head is on his shoulder, and she brushes a kiss on Maggie’s forehead. All the while, Killian continues to sing.

The lullaby is just as much for her as for their daughter, she thinks, just before she slips back into her dreams.

Imagine Chris finding out you wrote his favorite love story.

A/N: Part 2 is here, yo! :) You can find the previous parts here: (Unexpected Reader - Part 1) I’m really liking where this is going, do you? ❤️

After Chris returned with your second vanilla latte, and his first green tea- he wasn’t a coffee person unless his schedule needed him to be- the both of you chatted at your corner table in Starbucks. The way you talked to each other, it was like two old friends rather than a fan with her celebrity crush. You’d started the conversation incredibly nervous; you’d had to hide your clammy palms under your butt in fear that he’d reach over and give your hand another pat or gentle squeeze. But the more you talked to Chris, the calmer you became about the whole situation. You didn’t know what it was about him that normalized him despite his celebrity status and deadly good looks, but for a second- you could almost forget that you were talking to Chris Evans.

Believe it or not, Chris was everything you’d imagined he’d be, and more- if that was even possible. The way you’d portrayed him in your stories was- as far as you could see- a hundred and ten percent accurate. The man was sweet, kind, funny, intelligent, and real. Chris was real, he was real with his questions, his comments, and his interest in what you had to say. You were so lost in the conversation- in his darling blue eyes- that you forgot to take some notes so you could write a piece based around this once in a lifetime meeting, though you doubt you needed anything to remind you of this interaction. You were pretty sure this was something you were going to remember on your deathbed, which was surely moments away if he continued to smile at you the way he was.

Now the realistic side of you reminded you not to fall too hard for, or get too attached to the man you clearly had no chance with; you had to know that Chris was just talking to you to pass time in a boring airport. But the hopelessly romantic and imaginative side of you said otherwise; Chris wasn’t the kind of guy who would approach a girl unless he was genuinely interested, be it romantically, or platonically. You may not have known him personally, but you knew he wasn’t the kind of guy who would lead people on, or use people. You’d watched enough interviews, read enough articles and fan encounters, and written enough fan fiction to know that he was a genuinely nice guy who was worth befriending and loving if you were ever lucky enough to acquire those chances. Perhaps you didn’t have a chance at being his girlfriend like you’d always dreamed of, but maybe- just maybe, you had a chance at being his friend.

“So tell me, Y/N.” He began and smiled when he saw how much more relaxed you were with him now than you were at the start of the conversation. Your hands had dried and returned to thrum the tabletop quietly as you waited for him to finish his sentence. “What made you want to pursue screen writing?”

“Would you believe me if I said you?” You quizzed with a small smile, which grew wider when you saw him smile. You started explaining when you saw his facials prompt a continuation, “I um- I’ve always loved writing, ever since I was kid. I liked making up stories, imagining all the different lives I could live and all the different jobs I could do. It was a good escape from my mundane life,” you admitted with pursed lips. “But uh- I never really thought about turning it into a career until I started writing fan fiction about you on Tumblr.”

“How do you mean?”

“I wrote as an escape,” you said and he nodded, acknowledging what you’d told him earlier “I took myself into a different world where I could have the perfect life with the perfect guy so I could feel better. Writing was like a safe haven, a place where nothing bad could get to me. It made me happy and I realized…” You trailed off, licking your dry lips. “There must be a lot of people like me out there who needed someone else to be, someone wonderful to be with. I just- there had to be someone out there who needed a safe haven too.”

“So you started posting on Tumblr,” he finished for you and you nodded.

“I started out pretty slow, I had a few likes here and there. Um- It took a while for me to build a fan base, but eventually- I had a reasonable number of readers who supported all my pieces. A lot of them thanked me for writing something that took their mind off a bad day. Some thanked me for making them smile and-” You felt your eyes welled with tears of joy; you were still touched every time you talked about your interactions with your readers. “And some would tell me that my stories gave them a reason to hold out for a love as strong as the ones I wrote about.”

Chris smiled as he listened to you answer his question in great detail with an indescribable amount of pride and passion. He felt his heart flutter as he unknowingly starting falling for you. You were a lot like the protagonist in one of his favorite love stories, which was surprisingly a Chris Evans mini series written by a fan on Tumblr. He’d found the link lodged away in his Twitter mentions, a simple sentence “you deserve a love as strong as this” caught his attention and invited him into the world of fan fiction. He spent a whole day reading the entire series and wishing he’d the life that Chris Evans had, wishing he had the girl that Chris Evans had. He was still yet to ask if you’d heard about the series, perhaps you could help him find out who wrote it because he’d love to meet and talk to the talented and obviously lovely author who surely based the second person protagonist around herself. Maybe she was the one, maybe they could get together and try to work towards the life she wrote about.

“What I thought was a hobby changed people’s lives for the better,” you continued and he nodded, smiling. “So how can I not make that into a career? How can I waste my ability to inspire and touch people through my words? To make them realize that they deserve something great? I don’t know, I’m rambling a little.” You chuckled nervously and he shook his head. “I just feel like if I can change one life, my time on this earth has been worthwhile.”

“That’s sweet,” he smiled. “Like- that’s just-” He found himself at a lost for words as he watched you intently. He chuckled softly with a shake of his head, “you’re- you’re kind of amazing, Y/N.” You felt your cheeks flush as you bit back your growing smile. “That is- that’s an amazing answer to such a simple question. But before I say anything else, I don’t think I have anything to do with your decision. I’m just one of the pieces, y'know? I mean- it sounds to me like you would’ve done something amazing with your talent even if you weren’t a fan of mine. I was just lucky enough to be the one you wrote about, I had nothing to do with any of it.”

“Well that’s not entirely true,” you chuckled. “I wouldn’t have pursued anything if I weren’t a fan of yours.” You told him and he narrowed his eyes in confusion. “Yes, I would’ve wrote about someone else but- your success story is kind of what made me push myself into studying screenwriting. In all your interviews, you talked about pushing yourself into what scares you. Like working with Marvel and going to New York to pursue your acting career- those stories are what inspired me to pursue my own, I would’ve never if it weren’t for you.”

He smiled, unsure of what to say except, “I’m glad I could help. You’re very talented from what I could see over your shoulder,” he said then chuckled when you did. “Would you mind letting me read something else of yours? I promise I won’t judge,” he told you when you looked hesitant. “Unless you’re one of those kinky smut writers,” he teased. “‘Cause then maybe there’ll be a little judgement.”

“Hey, some of my best friends are kinky smut writers.”

“Oh,” he chuckled. “Well, I don’t mean any disrespect to them. I’m just- stunned they can come up with what they come up with. Perhaps I should take a few tips, turn my vanilla based life into something more swirly.” He joked and you laughed, covering your mouth when you realized you were attracting attention.

“Like you need any tips on how to get things done in the bedroom,” you said then blushed when he smiled. “Fine,” you opened your laptop screen and turned it towards him after opening your most successful piece; your mini-series. “It’s um- It’s a mini-series, so it’s fairly long.” You explained and Chris’ heart skipped a beat; his eyes quickly scanned what was in front of him so he could determine if you were the girl he was looking for. “You don’t have to read it all, you can just-”

“Holy crap,” his eyes stopped at one of the many sentences he’d read a thousand times. “Drunk minds speak for a sober heart,” he mumbled to himself then looked up at you. Your eyes narrowed in confusion when you saw the way he was looking at you. Was that- adoration? You were about to question him when he smiled and breathed, “it’s you.”

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Part 3A

imjustlo  asked:

I have a question. At the height of the word "squick", which is an amazing word, did it ever get used in like... an offensive way? I know people who would use the word to be like "I don't read about trans characters having sex cuz that squicks me out" and I would never ask anyone to explain a squick otherwise. I'm just wondering cuz it crossed my mind as something someone's mentioned in passing to me

Oh yea, you’d see it fairly often, especially on the livejournal and ff.net days when there was major pushback against m/m and f/f pairings (any pairing other than m/f—even if it was not erotic—was considered “explicit” and potentially “harmful” for “the children”, which is why us older ones push back so hard against people trying to enforce censorship onto places like Ao3 because they can’t stay in their own god damn lanes. We’ve done this dance of dealing with the falsely pious and vindictively righteous many times over before.) and to try and avoid being labelled homophobic the person would generally say something like “idk it just squicks me out I can’t help it” in much the same way old people say “I’m set in my ways you can’t expect me to change now” when you tell racist grandma not to use the N-word at thanksgiving.

And like, there’s a difference between “I dunno I don’t like this pairing, their power dynamic squicks me out” and “I don’t like this gay pairing, their gayness squicks me out” and you could usually tell which one the person meant cause, well, the latter would never shut the fuck up about why you were wrong to write about it. Some things never change, just the ship names and the hosting platforms. 

(I don’t have a Sherlock tumblr, so I hope you don’t mind this long submission)

Weeks ago you were talking about non fandom person’s thoughts on 4th series, so I thought I’d share this: 

I have a work friend that’s what I would call a devoted casual in that she adores Ben, so owns and rewatches the series DVDs, but is not in any fandom, doesn’t read/watch press, and relies entirely on me for info on when the next series comes out.

We’ve talked about the show before- superficially and for only ~10 min each series. But after she’d finally watched the 4th series, she made a point to seek me out so she could talk/vent. (Highlights of that conversation include ‘Well, Ben looked and acted great as usual.’ And ‘It was ok while I was watching it…but looking back it didn’t make much sense.’)

She ended with expressing huge disappointment with the whole series, and regretted that she’d bought the dvds because she didn’t want to rewatch them again.

Pervious to this, I’d never talked about the show real in-depth or ‘fanish’ with her, but seeing as she was so disappointed, I just couldn’t resist. I talked about the things that I’d read ‘on the internet’ that made me feel better about the series- namely the concept of unreliable narrator (edited footage with Magnussen; the memory altering drug T12) and the theory that TFP was in John’s mind- like TAB was in Sherlocks.

We only talked for a few minutes, but I could see something click for her and she was super excited to rewatch with these things in mind.

A week later, after rewatching the series x3 with those things in mind, she sought me out again. ‘I think I know what happened in last season of Sherlock! Want to hear my theories?’ Of course I did!

So, what follows is what she came up with. Obviously, I influenced her, but overall I think what she came up with (on her own outside of fandom) is interesting.

John killed Mary, and T6T is the ‘cover story’ of events. John and Sherlock were working together to find out the truth about Mary- John didn’t love or want to stay with her, but that was the easiest way to keep track of her. The plan wasn’t necessarily to kill her, but to get her and the danger around her out of their lives.

There was no ‘woman on the bus’ that John had a thing with. That was a readymade lie that John could admit to if he got caught in inconsistencies on the cover story or if Mary became suspicious over John’s behavior. Admit to the small lie to hide the big lie- that sound like something Sherlock would suggest.

Smith had zero to do with the drug T12- that was just a bit of ‘overflow’ from Sherlock and John choosing to take it for *reasons* (better cover story? John needed to sell the grief, but couldn’t?)

It’s Sherlocks idea to take T12, and he sells it to John as necessary. John learns that Sherlock had this done before but not the reason why. He only learns that are code words associated with these sessions, and Sherlocks previous code word was ‘Redbeard.’ The code word for their session is of course ‘Eurus.’

They take it, and it has some unexpected consequences. It worked perfectly, but the lie that John loved Mary and was devastated when she died was too big for John to handle- it was too far from the truth. John’s mind told him he loved Mary and was sad she was dead, but his heart knew that was a lie. That internal conflict started John drinking, which further complicated the issue. Now John not quite remembered, but somehow knew that it was Sherlocks fault for this (Sherlock got John to take the T12) and that is why John blamed Sherlock for Mary’s death.

And so both John and Sherlock are abusing their substances, which further messes with both their memories- i.e. John also ends up thinking that the woman on the bus is real -and they end up estranged.

The case with Smith happened mostly as shown- but it is thru John and Sherlocks substance abusing POV so it’s unreliable. Fake!Faith and the therapist were real and the same woman- but the reason the woman on the bus had the same face was because John mind wasn’t very creative when it made her real.

Fake!Faith/therapist is a bad guy- either tied to Moriarty or on her own. She knows about the T12 and manipulated both using that knowledge- maybe even drugging them with more.

She shoots John, and TFP is all in John’s head as he’s dying. It’s a mix of the movies John likes (she pointed out to me the bit from T6T about John knowing the horror stories) and John’s assumptions about Sherlock. ‘Sherlocks sister’ of course has the same face as the woman that shot him, becasue again- John’s mind isn’t that creative. John in the dream thinks it’s real, but a part of him knows he’s dying- that part is Victor, and that shows how much John is worried that not only will Sherlock will fail to save him in time, he’ll also forget about him when he is gone.

And that was her theory. I was pretty impressed, and she was pleased to have thought it out like that.

(submitted by itreallyisthelittlethings)


Hey Lovely!

Oh gosh, I don’t remember which post you’re referencing, so I’m just going to assume it’s any of the many I get LOL. Thank you very much for this interesting theory from your friend! My own theory differs slightly from your friend (ie. I believe that the Bus Stop Lady is the “one true face” who was an agent for Mycroft / MI5 and John integrated her into his TD-12 fuelled story, much like Sherlock did with Lady Carmichael and the Airline Stewardess), but we both believe it’s a faulty narrative, TFP is John’s TAB, and that TD-12 has a LOT to do with the unreliable narration. 

I really love all these theories. Thank you for sharing!

Fanwork Appreciation

Since it’s fanwork appreciation day I’ve compiled a list of my top stormpilot fics and art for your own use. I would highly recommend the things on this list, but there are so many amazing fanworks out there that I couldn’t possibly include them all! My love goes out to all the amazing creators who work so hard to supply our fandom with such amazing content, you all deserve so much love! Now, without further ado, my recommendations…

Fic Recs

Everyone has scars by @beautifullights1

This series is absolutely stunning. It’s angsty as fuck, and has a lot of really intense themes (torture, potential rape, PTSD etc.) and I swear it’s the embodiment of the ‘Poe Dameron hurts so prettily’ tag, but it is all so amazingly written and it confronts all the issues so well! It’s also crazy long, so I’d advise setting aside a nice big chunk of time to read it…

Doubt thou the stars are fire by @linatrinch

You know those brilliant bodyguard AUs that you need in every fandom? Well this is it, but so much better, because it has dramatic plot twists and slow burn relationships, and sub-plots that will blow your mind with their complexity. It’s perfect for anyone who likes a good bit of prince!poe, and even if you don’t like that trope it’s worth a read! 

Incendiary materials in war by @deputychairman

This series is stunningly complex and is definitely the epitome of ‘slow burn’. I reread this series almost constantly, because I just love the finer plot details. In essence, Poe is smitten for Finn, who thinks they’re only fuckbuddies, and a lot of mistakes are made. Mainly by Poe. But no, it’s just generally amazing, 10/10 reccomendation.

Favourite Fanart

Star wars 20s AUs by @radio-silents 

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I am of the opinion that these two bits of art are the coolest things I have ever seen, and I wish I could will my brain to write a twenties fic inspired by this, but the juices just aren’t flowing that way. I think (and I apologise here because I know fuck all about drawing so my description is poor) that the way the characters have been drawn is amazing and I love the individual characterisation to fit the AU. It’s just all-round amazing!

Stormpilot Witch AUs by @saraduvall

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I could trawl through @saraduvall‘s art tag for ever, but this AU set really stood out to me. I really love the bright colours (apologies again for how bad my description is) and the quirkiness of the ideas included in the art. There’s also a brilliant fic inspired by this (not by me though) here by @linatrinch

And of course lets not forget all the absolutely amazing contributions to Stormpilot Week, everything I’ve seen has blown my mind with how awesome it is, honestly this fandom is so talented it’s unbelievable! 

I wish I could compile a list including every single thing that I adore, but I’m fairly sure it would never end. So if you’re reading this I want to thank you for all your contributions, even if it’s just reblogging something and making an author or artist or other creator’s day! You are what keeps the fandom going!

All my love x

Birthday Surprises- Ethan Dolan

Author: grethansdolans

Pairing: Ethan x reader

Requested: Yes

Request: Can you do an Ethan imagine where it’s your birthday and he does all these really cute surprises for you and maybe some gifts or something as well. Basically just him being the cutest and best boyfriend ever 

Warnings: Fluff c;

Originally posted by dailydolantwins


You woke up to the sound of birds chirping near the bedroom window. The sun shinning through the blinds casting a warm glow into the room. You rub the sleep out of your eyes, stretching your arms as you sit up.

You look to the side of the bed where Ethan would be only to see a tray with breakfast on it with a cute little note besides the juice. You take the note delicately in your hand reading the hand writing you recognized as Ethan’s. You open and read the note.

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You And Me

Originally posted by yugyeom

I guess that’s just part of loving people: You have to give things up. Sometimes you even have to give them up.”

Summary: The right words always seem to come too late. One set of words can stop you from getting what you want in the first place.. He was everything you wanted but what was stopping you? Oh that’s right… Your best friend was now his new girlfriend… What will happen when one mistake leads to trouble?

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“I could tell you really do love Yugyeom.. but-” before Bambam finished his sentence he pulled back and was now staring right at you.

“But you need someone who is going to make you happy. He may love you. He probably does. He probably thinks about you all the time. But that isn’t what matters. What matter is what he’s doing about it, and what he’s doing about it is nothing. And if he’s doing nothing, you most certainly shouldn’t do anything. You need someone who goes out of their way to make it obvious that they want you in their life. Sometimes you need to walk away. Not to make someone else realize how worthy you are. But for you to understand and acknowledge your own self worth.”

You were speechless. Bambam had a point and you couldn’t argue back. You looked at Bambam and shrugged.

“I know.. I deserve better, but It’s not going to be easy.”

“You just need to find someone who will treat like how you need to be treated.” Bambam says trying to encourage you to move on and you nodded your head.

“I know.”

“I know I shouldn’t be telling you this right now… And I know this is the worst time to let you know but I hate that I like you. Fuck that I hate that I’m in love with you… And I hate that I can’t do a thing it.”

Bambam was in love with you? Why didn’t you see this coming?

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Valentine’s Day Love Languages: Words of Affirmation

Credence Barebone was a young man starved of the most basic human needs of affection and affirmation. In her efforts to practice “tough love” upon her adoptive children, Mary-Lou Barebone’s methods had, instead bred socially negative results. Credence, being the biggest receptor and made a forced glutton of these “affections”, faired the worst of them all. Granted, this was assisted by the fact that he had became the unwilling host to a destructive manifestation of wrath and hatred. But even post-havoc and post-Obscurus separation, the deeds done onto him had been done: Credence was damaged.

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read-the-reid  asked:

super off things of me to ask. BUT . what are your favorite smutty one shots/series. i feel as if i have read everything. i need more stories!!!!!!! please. (ps you are one of the best writers i have come across in a long time, and i've been reading stories for at least 8 years.)

hi hi hello that’s very kind of you to say about me, and i would just like to say that i certainly would not be here and posting if it weren’t for the writers i’m about to recommend because not only am i fortunate enough to call most of them very good friends, but also because their stories have inspired me and given me the confidence to post my own writing. 

smut is what you want, so smut is what i’ll give. this is what i’ve read recently and/or came to mind instantly based on your request. i do have a fic rec tag, so definitely check that out too because it’s a gold mine.

Firstly, because it’s all my fault and she gave me everything I never knew I needed, Ruin You by @aqua-harry is the stuff dreams are made of (just like Sarah, herself)

I don’t know if there’s a Harrie alive who hasn’t read something by @permanentcross, but I’ve finally made my way through Dad Harold and I think I short circuited after reading Discovery Bound

Along with E, who hasn’t read all of the wonderful smut B has to offer? Her latest is probably my favorite of hers: Red

@inwhichitrytowritesomething‘s pair of Spoiled Rotten / Do you want to show them love? actually slaughtered me and I’m telling you this from the grave. (bonus: The trick is not to ask too many questions is a blurb that I’ve reread so often it’s etched into my memory and I’ll love it forever) 

All three of @alrightpetal‘s pieces are smutty and different and very, very kinky and she’s also one of my most favorite people and the kindest around. 

Gym Buddies by @cuddlemusclestyles left me reeling for days. 

Parts 1 and 2 of A Day In Bed by @bunkirkharry have been on my mind for the last few days and are deliciously Daddy. 

The latest installment in the Styles Twins series, Wicked Games, by @johnlennon-harrystyles was really fucking hot.

And I obviously can’t mention that without also sending my love to @aboutalighthouse for her incredibly naughty contribution to the Styles Twins series, Up In The Air

And even though I’ve only made it to part 3, it’s safe to say that Steam by @whoopsharrystyles hits a home run in the smut department and I can’t wait to catch up.

Now once you’re done with all the smut and you need a cool down, I highly recommend Walk of Shame by @berrynarrybanana because it’s impossibly cute and I love the little world she created and it’s just fantastic. 

ccshuy  asked:

Where can the Rodriguez family (including Mrs. Rodriguez) trace their ancestry to before they arrived in New York, since the Spanish speaking world is pretty big? (or will we find out in the near future?) For that matter, where can the Callahans trace their ancestry? With all of the "find your ancestry" services these days, I was curious.

Well, Dad Rodriguez (Juan C.: I need to find out what the C stands for… ) is a first-generation NYer born of Puerto Rican descent on both sides. I believe there’s also some Spanish (paternal line) and Mexican (maternal line) ancestry based in PR that goes back to the pre-Spanish-American War period, before the US invaded.

Mom Rodriguez is also NY born of a Puerto Rican mother and an Italian father (her maiden name is Bellario). Maternal grandparents are both PR, I think. I seem to remember her paternal grandparents as being Italian and Greek… must check my notes.

At the Callahan end of things: on Harry’s side, the family is of NY Irish descent for a generation, but of native Irish / Northern Irish further back (people in the US tend to use the euphemism “Scots-Irish” for Protestant Northern families). Betty was Midwest-born, if I remember, of families with significant Scots roots, though they’d been US born for at least the last couple of generations. I could also swear there’s some Greek in there too, but again I’d have to check my notes on that as well.

I can see I’m going to have to chart all this out. NOW see what you’ve done. :)

(I also have to say, just as an afterthought, that it sometimes amuses me a bit when reviewers see the first name “Juanita” and automatically assume that she’s as Hispanic as Kit is. All I can do in such situations is praise the reviewer’s commitment to diversity, while wondering just a wee little bit about their ability to read for context. (Because, well, Callahan… isn’t it possible that something else is going on there? Oh well, never mind. At least they’re reading.))

ETA: to @adeterminedloser: Nita is named after a good friend of mine, a nurse I used to work with in NY. “Juanita” was a surprisingly common name for non-Hispanic girls in the 50s.

BTW, I forgot to mention: I’ve relocated the old Errantry Concordance wiki to http://youngwizards.com/ErrantryWikiOld/ for the time being, preparatory to starting to relocate all its material into the Wordpress installation at http://youngwizards.com/errantry-concordance/. Probably this is going to take most of the summer… (sigh) (collapse)

I want to be your favorite person. I want to be someone who is more than your friend. I want to be someone who you can tell everything to, it can be from the smallest bits of your life to your biggest detail of yourself. Tell me your favorite dish, tell me why you cried the last night I called, tell me where your moles and birthmarks are, tell me who’s the friend you lost and what happened, tell me the people who broke your heart, tell me everything. I want you to share your secrets you never told to anyone – your dark side. I want to know your thoughts and dreams, everything about you, everything that builds you. I want to be that person. I want you to open up and comfort you every time something or someone upsets you. We could go for hours talking about yourself, I don’t mind. I’d be glad to listen to your voice and just listen to every word you’ll say. I want you to trust me.
—  S.L
DQW: Lilo and Stitch

Disney Quote Writing

Request: “Hello!!! I was wondering if I could request a Spencer Reid x Reader imagine with the lilo and stitch quote about about how lilo read nanis diary and tells the guy Nani likes about it? I can’t give u the direct quote ATM😂😂😂 THANKS AND I LOVE THIS DISNEY QUOTED THINGS” - @kzizzle1905 

“Number 3 from lilo and stitch with Spencer Reid where the readers friend/roommate is talking to Reid and he says he doesnt think the reader likes him??????” - anon

Quote: “Don’t worry. She likes your butt and your fancy hair. I know, I read her diary.” -Lilo

(A/N): I am so happy I got a request for this! I thought everyone just ignored it ;). I’m happy to work on this, it works really relaxing. So, thank you for your request! 

Originally posted by hisirishsoufflegirl

Y/n sighted as she ran a hand through her damp hair, glancing over at Sophie. Sophie wiggled her eyebrows and smirked. 

“No, I am not ‘trying to have sex’ with Spencer.” 

“Come on, don’t lie! He is super hot and smart. I bet he’s good in bed.” Her smirk reformed. “Besides, I know you like him.” Y/n raised an eyebrow, she couldn’t know. 

“You haven’t even met him.” Sophie shrugged. 

“I know you do, you think he is hot.” Y/n chuckled and shook her head. However, a knock on the door prevented her from answering. Y/n gave Sophie a look before getting up. She knew it had to be the food. But it was Spencer. A blush rose to her cheeks. 

“Hello, come in.” Spencer smiled awkwardly when he noticed he was early. 

“Just get the food, God damnit!” Sophie shouted. Y/n could hear her getting closer. When her head poked around the corner, she grinned. 

“Oh, it’s the famous Spencer.” She stepped in the hall. “I’m Sophie. I’m sure you’ve heard a lot about me.” 

“I actually haven’t.” Y/n shoved Spencer. Sophie looked at Y/n. 

“Well, in that case I have to tell you a lot. Y/n, go fix your hair. And your clothes. You look like a garbage can.” Spencer looked weirdly at Sophie, he was about to tell her she couldn’t really look like a garbage can. Y/n chuckled, knowing what he wanted to say. 

“Come on, Spencer. Let the lady dress herself properly and brush her hair or something. We need to talk.” Sophie was a really social and talkative girl, Y:n wondered if Spencer could handle her. 

Sophie had already grabbed Spencers wrist, something Y/n was sure that made him uncomfortable. However, he didn’t say anything and followed the wave of jumping, short, blonde hair. Y/n followed them, just to go to the bathroom. 

“So, Spencer. Tell me, what are your plans for today?” Sophie asked as she placed down a glass of water for him. 

“Didn’t she tell you? JJ’s surprise party. It’s at the beach, so we will have to drive a little bit longer.” Sophie smiled. 

“That sounds fun.” She waited for a few seconds and grinned, leaning in. “Now, tell me, what do you think of Y/n?” Spencer grew red, and Sophie didn’t seem to notice that. 

“She is kind and really good at her job.” Spencer stuttered, leaning a little bit back. 

“Is that everything?” 

“No, she is funny and has more water in her blood than the average person.” Spencer followed. Sophie giggled. 

“How do you know that?” She shook her head. “Never mind. But funny? She isn’t funny.” Spencer shrugged. 

“Sometimes she is.” Sophie grinned. 

“You like her, don’t you.” She didn’t even ask it, she just knew. 

“It doesn’t matter. She probably doesn’t like me.” Sophie grinned and leaned back in her chair. 

“Don’t worry. She likes you butt and fancy hair. I know, I read her diary.” Sophie winked as Spencers eyes grew wide. 

Before he could answer, a smirking Y/n stood in the door opening. Her hair fell natural and her eyes were defined by light make-up. Her lips were vibrant red, something that fit well with her black dress and just as red shoes. 

“I’m sorry it took me so long, I’m ready now.” The smirk changed into a smile when her eyes shifted to Spencer. She took her small bag and nodded. 

“I am ready to go.” Sophie patted Spencers shoulder. 

“Good to meet you. Enjoy the party.” She smirked at Y/n. “And you, be a good girl, okay?” Y/n rolled her eyes and blew a kiss to Sophie. 

“Whatever you say.” 


Spencer was driving, since he knew the way. He felt slightly awkward, knowing Y/n liked him, but she had never given him hints, her body language never really changed. 

“Why are you so quiet?” Y/n asked. When Spencer glanced at her, he saw the smile that made his knees weak. 

“Just thinking about the party.” Spencer was a pretty good liar, but he knew Y/n was a profiler, and he suspected she knew he was lying. 

“Right. Well, can we make this less awkward, please?” She chuckled. “I’ll put on some music.” She took her phone out her bag and grinned widely as she pressed the play button. Spencer chuckled when he heard the disney song. He shook his head. 

“I thought you were supposed to be an adult, grown up and stuff.” Y/n rolled her eyes. 

“Like you are. Liar.” She grinned. “Besides, something needs to be fun this ride.” 


The party was really going, drinks were spilled everywhere, people were getting drunker with the minute. Y/n felt herself loosening up as she danced. She was getting really drunk. 

“Spencer!” She called out over hiccups. “Come dance with me!” Spencer himself was pretty drunk, too. He didn’t understand why, since it was supposed to be a classy party. Things went wrong when Derek gave JJ a whole lot of booze. 

Spencer moved to Y/n. “You know I can’t dance.” 

“Do I look like I care?” She grinned as she started to move her body, tugging Spencers arm, making him at least move a little bit. “Work that fine ass!” She laughed, the filter over her mouth gone. Spencer blushed. 

“Fine ass?” 

“Don’t act like you didn’t know that.” 

“Do you think my hair looks fancy, too?” He grinned, loosening up, the alcohol taking over. 

“How do you know?” Y/n sounded surprised as she danced a little bit less aggressive. 

“I talked to Sophie, and she can read.” 

Y/n blushed and stopped dancing. “Oh gosh, she didn’t.” Spencer smiled. 

“Yes she did. But I don’t mind.” He whispered, leaning in. Y/n giggled. 

“Why don’t you show me, then?” For once, the no filter worked in her advantage. Spencer did. He led her away from the improvised dance floor. 

“Now, what do you want me to show you?” Y/n smirked, taking the lead. She wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him a closer, his ear by her lips. 

“Why don’t we start with some lip action?” She whispered, pulling back and slamming her lips against his. He didn’t gasp in surprise, like she had expected, he grabbed her face and let a hand run through her hair. Y/n lost control when Spencer lightly grabbed her bottom lip with his teeth. A moan left her lips, her knees felt weak and she almost fell. Spencer seemed to notice, and not breaking the kiss, he pulled her waist closer to his body. 

Both of them were short of breath when they pulled away. 

“You know, I didn’t expect that.” Spencer breathed. They both felt much more sober now. 

“I hope it was better.” She mumbled, pulling him in for another kiss. 

So sometimes, it is good to read someones diary and tell. Sometimes being drunk ends good. And sometimes roommates can be a pain in the butt. But in the end, love finds it way. 

anonymous asked:

hii! i wanted to ask you for a fic rec in which harry is in like a bad situation? maybe he's abused somehow and louis saves/helps him? something like birds in gilded cages? sort of a harry's louis baby kind of fic, thank youu (and ignore me if this is a request you don't like)

(I don’t know why this is showing up on my main blog, sorry!) Also, I literally just read Birds in Gilded Cages last week! LOVE LOVE LOVE! Reminded me of Club Mad, which has sadly been deleted, but would be perfect on this list that you want! I think I have a good understanding of what you’re looking for, so hopefully you find something you like! And I don’t mind doing doing ANY kind of Fic Rec, honestly! I really enjoy making these!

1. we’ll play hide and seek to turn this around (give me love like never 
    before)  by Wankerville
Words: 19k 

“So here’s the thing,” he starts. “I didn’t mean what I said a few weeks ago to like, hurt your feelings or anything. If you like painting your nails, then you should do that, and not like, care if anyone else doesn’t like it because their opinions shouldn’t matter, you know?” Louis takes a breath, finally glancing over to see the boy wide-eyed and pink-cheeked. On a whim, he adds, “And like, I noticed you scraping it off and you haven’t been wearing any and I think you should because that’s what you like.”
or an au where harry paints his nails and drinks strawberry milk and is too nervous for it to be nothing and louis’ just trying to figure out whats wrong with him

Part 1 of strawberry milk fic

2. Pretty Boy by iwillpaintasongforlou
Words: 32k

Harry’s been forced into a high-class prostitution ring because his heroin-addicted mother is too strung out to realize that her boyfriend is pimping out her son. Louis is the crown prince of England and gets into a lot of mischief and thinks it’s normal to pay prostitutes to “get a good night’s sleep.” They probably aren’t meant to see each other beyond that one random night, but then again, they probably aren’t meant to see each other at all.

3. The King and I by iwillpaintasongforlou
Words: 43k

Louis -better known as The Rogue- is the legendary King of the Thieves of London, the underground network of criminals who run the city. Zayn is his second in command, Niall is an Irish fugitive with ultra high-tech hacking skills, and Liam is a dirty cop who lets Rogue and his crew get away with just about anything. Harry is Britain’s absolute worst criminal and a professional scapegoat who flees Cheshire in search of good treatment, and just might find it under the wing of London’s regal mastermind.

4. Escape by AngKeats
Words: 47k

“Buddy…you really don’t have to go,” Louis added, making him falter in his step.

Harry took short, frightened breaths into his lungs and turned.

Louis. That was a typical cowboy name. A good strong, male name. A good strong male who could be harmful. A good strong male who could over-power him and hurt him. Something in his kind blue eyes told him he wouldn’t, though. It was strange, being able to read him like that, but it was true. He didn’t want to hurt him. He wanted to help.

The intruder reached for his sleep bag and he clutched it to his chest protectively. His eyes flicked over Louis’ face but he didn’t move to touch him. Louis’ horse- Hunter- gently butted his arm with his nose.

“Hunter seems to have taken a shine to you,” Louis continued as though he hadn’t just chased him halfway down his drive and was still without a name for him. “Why don’t you come up for breakfast?” He invited.

5. i love you more by shoulderbone (lavenderforluck)
Words: 47k

Boys like Harry can’t fall in love. But then he meets Louis. A love story in two parts.

6. Even Angels Have Their Demons by AFangirlFantasy
Words: 50k

Louis is appointed the role of Guardian Angel, and his first mission is a boy named Zayn Malik. Unfortunately, it seems that a certain Demon has gotten to him first.

Or… an Angel/Demon AU where Angel Louis hates Demon Harry, but somewhere along the way that stops being so true.

7. Green Doe Eyes by AngKeats
Words: 51k

“Can I fix you?” Louis asked as Harry looked over at him, eyes wet and red, tip of his nose pink and cute. He licked his plush lips and nodded.

Louis let out a thankful sigh and reached for Harry’s hand, ignoring the way Harry flinched when they touched.

He stripped off the useless bandage and winced at the re-opened wounds. He noticed the blood under Harry’s fingernails and realised he’d scratched at them until they bled.

“Harry…” He whispered, tears coming to his own eyes as he felt Harry tremble under his touch, eyes averted shamefully as he swallowed his tears away determinedly. “No, don’t be scared, it’s okay,” Louis assured. “I’m not going to judge you…I just need to protect you,” he explained.

8. American Rose by justgotowisharder
Words: 53k

“Your voice sounds rosewood when you’re lying.”
“I didn’t lie, Harry.”
“You’re lying right now.”
Louis rolls his eyes, sighing. “Honestly, fuck your synesthesia.”

(The story where Harry hears in colors and Louis’ voice is multicolored. Harry hates his disorder, Louis hates to be gay. Little they know, they’re meant to be)

9. Since I’ve Found You by Rearviewdreamer
Words: 74k

Louis woke up on the morning he was meant to volunteer at the Feed the Homeless program at St. Mary’s church hoping for an opportunity to give back a little to a city that has given him everything he could ever want. Little did he know, there was one more great thing waiting there for him; a boy with radiant green eyes in a weathered jacket and a beat-up backpack slung over his shoulders.

10. Only You by mystic_believexx
Words: 78k

A strict school, a forbidden love and a burning hatred that turns to passion so hot Louis’ in very real danger of getting burnt…

After pulling one prank too many on their high school’s Principal, Louis and Liam get transferred to Stanford Institution, a boarding school with a reputation for handling rebellious teens. Louis’ determined to buckle down and follow the rules so he can come back home as soon as possible but unfortunately for him, his roommate-one Harry Styles- has other plans.

Sometimes things have a funny way of working out…

11. Saving You by AngKeats
Words: 90k

Harry Styles works in a seedy strip club in Las Vegas and uses the big ‘C’ to get through his mediocre existence. Once he’s done dancing he goes home with whoever bids the highest and the lifestyle leaves him feeling empty and alone.

Louis Tomlinson is a successful businessman but hasn’t had the best time with friends and love so he’s become a lonely recluse who puts business before pleasure…until he hears about a guy who looks like a girl and visits a little strip club in the city.

Harry is being bought by Louis not for the night but for good and his testing ways push Louis to the limit…

12. Give Me Truths by iwillpaintasongforlou
Words: 110k

Louis is a psychology student with a tattoo count as high as his genius IQ. Harry is in a (sort-of) relationship with a homophobic man and hates himself a little more every day. Things fall apart and Louis puts him back together.

Or, the one in which Louis falls in love with a fragile boy and tells him every beautiful truth in the world, as long as it makes him happy.

13. But Please, Don’t Bite by shyserious
Words: 122k

“Melodic little jingle sounded from a bell hanging over the doorframe and warm indoor air curled heavily around his shivering body for the first time in months. Harry suddenly felt a sting in the corners of his eyes and had to force down a broken sob. Fuck, he was a mess. Such a mess. He had to focus.”