no one makes lauren laugh as hard

Balance on the Head of a Pin

Chapter Nine

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Pairing: Loki Laufeyson x OFC  |  Word Count: 5408
Warnings: none

Loki wasn’t sure he’d ever laughed so hard as he had seated on the sofa, photo album over his knees with Ellie on one side and Lauren on the other - her face a beautiful shade of pink - as her Gran thoroughly embarrassed her. They’d finished an entire pitcher of her Gran’s sweet tea, and Lauren had gotten up to make another, when he came across a picture of Lauren seated on a swing hanging from the branch of a large tree.

It gave him pause for she was utterly adorable. Hair done up in tails above each ear, her smile was so wide he could see she was missing her two front teeth. She appeared no more than six or seven, her feet and lower legs a filthy mess of dirt and mud.

“Ah,” Ellie grinned, her voice soft when she noticed which image held his attention. “She’d helped me with the garden that day, weedin’ and waterin’. Spent the entire day here rather than going to some frou-frou party Hoyt’s club was throwin’. It was a lovely day. She was so happy.”

The smile she wore shifted into a sadder one, and Loki touched the delicate skin of the back of her hand. “I do not understand how this… conflict within your family arose,” he said softly, Lauren working only a room away. “She is,” he shook his head, “lovely and sweet, yet they treat her so harshly.”

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Smile (John Laurens x reader)

Request: This is for a friend irl 

TW: None :)

A/N: I tried to keep the reader gender neutral again and I’m pretty sure it works!! Woot Woot. Love y’all and I hope you like it!!!!


When you and your best friend decided you wanted to start a business, you hadn’t realized how much work was involved.

You and John had gone back and forth on ideas for what type of business it should be before settling on photography. While you had no experience in the field, John was passionate about it, and frankly he was very good at it too. So when he suggested it to you, how could you say no, especially to that cute little face he made.

The “studio” you had bought was basically just a large empty room, but by the end of the week, it was filled with background screens, lights, and two desks for the two of you at the front.

It was the day before you opened and John was panicking, “What if the lights don’t work? What if my photos all come out bad and they don’t come back because I screwed up their photos and what if this was a waste of money? What if we fail?” He was pacing back in forth in front of your desk, waving his hands around as if swatting an invisible swarm of bees.

You looked up from your laptop, and sighed at him. “John. Do us both a favor and shut up,” you said giving him a smile to signify that you were joking. He did not look amused. “You are the best photographer I know, but if you keep stressing yourself out like this you won’t do as well as we both know you can.”

He nodded and ran his hand through his curly hair and put it up in a loose ponytail. He stopped pacing turned to you and with a determined look on his face asked, “Can I take your picture?”

You stopped typing again. John had never wanted to take pictures of you in a professional setting. He preferred to creep you out by following your every move to get more candid pictures. “Um…are you sure?” you responded.

“Hundred and ten percent, Y/N. Let’s go!” he laughed and grabbed your hand spinning you in our chair then pulling you up and over to where he had his camera set up. He sat you down on a stool in the center and took a step back, examining your face. “What if…” he mumbled to himself. Two seconds later, you felt his hands pulling out your taut ponytail running his hands through your hair, creating a tousled look.

“You know I work hard for my hair to look like that and you just ruined it,” you said shooting a smirk at John.

“Shhh. Let the master do his work,” he said, regaining his confidence.

“Whatever, Laurens.”

“Alright. On the count of three, I gonna make a face and you’re going to react. One. Two. Three. Smile,” On three John’s face contorted into the most ridiculous expression you had ever seen. You couldn’t help but just laugh right as the camera flashed. “Woah” he called out after checking the screen.

“Lemme see” you said hopping off the stool. You hoped with everything in you that John’s “woah” was a good woah.

You stepped behind him and peaked over his shoulder at the camera screen. “Woah,” was the only thing that came out of your mouth. The picture was simple. You. On the stool. Looking so incredibly happy.

“You’re gorgeous,” John breathed, turning to look back at you. The two of you were so close you could feel his breath against your skin. His eyes boring into yours.

“Um… thank you,” you mumbled and looked away, embarrassed.

“Anytime, babe,” he pressed a feather-light kiss to your cheek, right next to your mouth and you sighed shakily.

“Babe?” you asked laughing slightly. Could he actually like you back?

He let out a matching nervous chuckle and rubbed the back of his neck, a blush taking over his freckled face, “Um… Yes?”


John’s head shot up, eyes wide with hope, “Okay?”

“Okay.” you smiled at him, you could feel your face heating up as well.

The two of you stood in silence for a moment before John broke it, “Did we just agree that we like each other because if not and I read this wrong, I’m sorry I just really like you and–”

“John do us both another favor and shut up,” you laughed placing your hands on either side of his face and pulling him down to kiss you.

When you broke apart John was still mumbling and you laughed even more, “I really like you too, Laurens.”

And the smile that broke across John’s face might have been the most beautiful thing you had ever seen.

kill-themwith-kindness  asked:

The way Ty looked at the interviewer made too much obvious that PR. In an earlier interview he was all lovely talking about his girlfriend. You could almost see heart eyes, but no one mentioned Lauren's name. Now, when someone said her name he made that face. I mean, he was all sweet talking about his gf but when they say her name, he acts like that? What's wrong Ty? Isn't she the one you're talking about? Anyway, that's just my view on this Love your blog btw ❤

This is so fishy. I swear, sometimes I try to accept that maybe it’s real, that Lauren is maybe a little bit lost? that they are really just a thing of the moment… but this is the problem, they are always so weird about each other that doesn’t make sense they could be a couple.

I laughed SO HARD when he was talking about the collab and he said “my song with Lauren Jauregui" and quickly added "From FIFTH HARMONY” as if he were being sponsored and if he didn’t say that then he would not be paid.

Thanks I really appreciate your asks and your love for the blog. I love that you watch his interviews, I don’t know how you do it, he is really weird.


“Daring darling, how did you get here? You used to walk the streets of this earth like you were God himself. You used to smile at this world the same way the moon smiles at the stars. You used to laugh with the sound of a beautiful symphony. Darling, who hurt you. What hurt you. What broke you so badly to make the light inside your eyes disappear. Was it love ? Did you love too hard? Did you love too soft ? What happened. Tell me . You no longer smile. You no longer look at her with love. What happened along the way… For your smile was a beautiful flower, and now that flower has fallen dead.”
-love breaks even the strongest ones

Live Screaming (Part 2 to ‘Live Streaming’)

Pairing: Lafayette x Reader
Warnings: Google translated french, swearing, weird insults
AU: Modern
A/N: Ah, the sequel to Live Streaming. My friend was bugging me. She also supplied a lot of the lines in this one. She doesn’t have a Tumblr yet. She will soon tho.
Word Count: 1399


The Precious One: okay it’s been a wE E K are we all going to pretend that night didn’t happen?

Laffy Laffy saltwater Taffy: that is exactly what we are going to do

Herc The Hunk: i haven’t forgotten it

Angry Yelling: you didn’t make any stupid decisions, herc

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Story Time!!

While at Schuyler Mansion, we were talking about whether or not there was an affair with Angelica, right? So the tour guide had three quotes in letters from Hamilton and we had to guess which was to Eliza. One was to Angelica and one was to someone else. And so I got one. aND IT WAS THE “IN ACTION RATHER THAN IN WORDS” ONE TO LAURENS. I almost died laughing. And I think the point was that he talked to everybody in this way, but it’s hard to make that point with only people he probably at least flirted with.

Laffy Taffy

Requested by Anonymous

Hey can you do one where the reader is like a member of the revolutionary set and laf is crushing on the reader *hard* and is really obvious about it but the reader doesn’t know and laf ham and laurens just make him confess? Bonus points if the reader calls him lady taffy AND Omg my bad auto correct I was the one where the reader is part of the rev. Set. I meant laffy taffy! Sorry!!

“C'mon boys, let’s get going!” You grin brightly before running ahead of them.

Alexander and John just shake their heads, and Lafayette stares.

“Hey, you’re staring again,” John points out, laughing.

Lafayette sighs in frustration. He runs a hand through his thick hair.

You stop running and turn to face the three men.

“You guys are so slow. I don’t even know how you got through the war walking like that.”

The four of you loved teasing one another about the war, considering you all worked together in it. Granted, they hadn’t known you were a woman at the time, but you still got along well.

Alexander nudges Lafayette in the side, pushing him toward you slightly.

“Do it now, or we will,” he whispers.

Lafayette takes in a deep breath before stepping toward you.

“Y/n, I have to tell you something.”

You laugh at his serious expression.

“Go ahead, Laffy Taffy.”

He stifles a chuckle at the nickname you’d given him so long ago. His eyes dart back to the two men behind him, who are silently urging him to proceed.

“Je t'aime.”

Wait, did he just say that? And in French?

“Laf, you know I can’t speak French,” you smile softly.

He nods, “I know. I don’t know how else to say it.”

“You know you can tell me anything.”

His hands nervously fidget at his sides as he tries to muster up the courage.


“I love you.”

anonymous asked:

'i'm pretending to be ur bff bc u looked VERY uncomfortable with that person at the bar hitting on u' AU Camila/Lauren. KAYLA PLS!

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“Her brother dresses up in like… I don’t know what the word would be like… proper like Ralph Lauren with the things and the karats…like preppy and I dress like a homeless skate or I don’t know one of them. So we were going out to this posh restaurant so I dressed up like him for the day and I fit in so well; just hanging and holding my glass this (*posh way of holding a glass of wine)  disapproving of everyone, when anyone walk past I just went “ugh” [laughs] it was good”. (x)   Ed

You know Taylor would be loving this. Ed dressing like a dick making fun of Austin. I bet she gives Austin such a hard time. Not only does he get embarrased at award shows now Taylor’s got Ed joining in.