nobody talks about our girl like that

Reasons to ship Camren…

  • They have matching onesies; Lauren’s one is gray whilst Camila’s is pink.
  • They’re both Cuban.
  • They’re both from Miami, Florida.
  • Both are Latinas.
  • Lauren and Camila got the most solos in The X Factor performances.
  • They are both big fans of One Direction.
  • They both auditioned in Greensboro, North Carolina.
  • They both have a younger sister.
  • They hung out with each other on December 31st, 2012 to January 1st, 2013. They then tweeted a photo of Camila making a funny face and Lauren looking awkward.
  • Spanish was both their first language.
  • They live 15 minutes away from each other.
  • They often switch places with the other girls so they can sit next to each other.
  • They both love to do accents with each other.
  • They often think the same things at the same time.
  • They both have a weakness: Lauren for beanies and Camila for bows.
  • Lauren is the only one who calls Camila Camz.
  • Camila said if Lauren got arrested for something, she would get arrested for being so sweet.
  • They sat right next to each other at a The 1975 concert.
  • They have the same music taste.
  • Lauren said Camila is her “Pink Princess”.
  • Lauren is the “mom”…and Camila is the “father”.
  • Camila thinks Lauren is a “boss of an intelligent opinion”.
  • Camila thinks Lauren “is real”.
  • Camila would switch her mind with Lauren.
  • Lauren would switch her mind with Camila.
  • Camila wanted Lauren to kiss her under the mistletoe.
  • They wear the same “merch” clothes.
  • The way Lauren looks at Camila after she says “Fall, by Ed Sheeran”.
  • Lauren is Camila’s celebrity crush. (Oh … and Camila wants to marry with her celebrity crush ..even if her family doesn’t support the relationship.)
  • Camila would be "Baby Spice” because she is Lauren’s baby.
  • Lauren is the only person who laughs at Camila’s jokes.
  • Camila loves Lern Jerg.
  • Because Lauren helps her when her banana is dead on the floor.
  • Because Lauren helps her when her microphone breaks.
  • Because Lauren ties her shoes.
  • Camila is the sun and Lauren the moon.
  • Because Lauren doesn’t know what else to say but she thinks Camila is pretty fucking Dope!
  • Because Camila has Lauren “written on her”.
  • Because Camila read Lauren’s favorite book.
  • Because Lauren knows that Camila cried reading “Fault in Our Stars”.
  • Because one day Camila and Lauren went to the bathroom together and … that’s the end of the conversation!
  • Because Camila thinks Lauren can sing and is pretty too.
  • Because they have an audience that calls them crazy! (and they call us delusional!)
  • Because both like “so many hot boys”.
  • Because Camila said: “keep the boat floating”.
  • Because Lauren said “It’s Camren, YOOO!.
  • Because Lauren wants someone to love her insecurities…and Camila do!
  • Because Lauren has “the most beautiful emerald eyes in the world”.
  • Because Camila thinks Lauren is “perfect”.
  • Camila tried salmon because Lauren loves sushi.
  • Because Lauren thinks Camila is goofy, not the bad kind goofy, the cute kind goofy.
  • Because Camila loves people from “planet green eyes”.

Extra:

  • I love you. You’re one of my best friends and I feel like I’ve know you forever. You’re one of the smartest people I know and you’re stuning. I’ve learned a lot from you, just know I’ll always be here for you no matter what!” - Camila on Lauren
  • Happy 16th Birthday little one(: thank you for always being you and being one of the raddest people I’ve ever had the pleasure of knowing. You’re an incredible person and I’m extremely lucky to have you in my life. Thanks for being there to vent with and even though we haven’t known each other for even a year yet, I feel like you’re the sister God forgot to give me. I love you Camzi(: have a good one babe! 💙😘🎉🎈🎁💙#camren” - Lauren on Camila


  • Happy 17th Birthday to this little nugget right here. I thought this picture was cute so I decided it would suffice. Just wanted to let you know that you’re an amazing beautiful person and I’m glad that you’ve been alive for 17 years and that 2 of them have been spent with the girls and I because idk you’re pretty rad and an amazing friend and fun to have around. I hope you have an amazing day and feel as special today as you deserve to feel everyday. Thanks for always being there for me when I need you and for being your wonderful self(: I LOVE YOU CAMZ” - Lauren on Camila


  • AWHHHHH YAAAY I LOVE YOU UR CUTE 🐏🐟💗🎷” - Camila on Lauren


  • The word I’d use to describe Camila is hmm I’m gonna say cutesy, like also goofy. It’s like both, like the good kind of goofy not the weird kind. Like the cutesy kinda goofy” - Lauren on Camila


  • LERN JERGI. ITS YOUR BIRTHDAY. YOU ARE 18. THIS IS THE MOMENT YOUVE BEEN WAITING FOR. IF YOU STUCK YOUR TONGUE OUT IN THE AIR RIGHT NOW YOU COULD PROBABLY TASTE THE SWEET AND PUNGENT FREEDOM OF DRAGONFLY TATTOOS, NOSE PIERCINGS, AND VOTING RIGHTS. we’ve been through thick and thin in our friendship, and through those thick and thins I’ve gotten blessed enough to experience you as a person. ive gotten to experience your bomb music taste which I am SO HAPPY YOU INTRODUCED ME TO because we have the best time at concerts bonding over bands and there are so many more to come PRAISE JESUS. i can come to you about anything and expect the pure, honest, rare truth and I’ll always be there tell you it’ll be okay when you cry on my shoulder when you feel lonely or hurt. I’ve gotten to see firsthand your incredible sense of justice, when you see that something unfair or wrong has happened, you’ll raise your voice and fight for that person with a bravery that I, and many other people (although they might not admit it) wish they had. i love how passionately you fight for what you think is right and everyone should remind you today and everyday that it’s a strength and not a weakness. i can’t tell you what a comfort it is to know someone like you will stick up for me and have my back, i hope you know i will too. i love you always” - Camila on Lauren


  • Super cute candids taken by a random stranger always make good birthday post pics. HAPPY 18TH BIRTHDAY CAMILA CABELLO. YOU’RE LEGAL NOW YAYYY!!!!!! You are such a beautiful person inside and out and I’m so thankful that I get to call you my friend. Thanks for all the laughs, for being my shoulder to cry on whenever I’ve needed a friend, for giving amazing sound advice (even though you’re just now considered an adult by the government you’ve been there mentally for a while which I greatly appreciate) I wish you many more years of amazingness and I hope you had the best day with your family. You deserve all the love and happiness the world has to offer and I wish it all upon you for many many years to come. I LOVE YOU CAMZZZZ❤️❤️❤️” - Lauren on Camila


  • HAPPY 19TH LAUREN!! i remember the day you auditioned for X factor seeing a beautiful green eyed girl belt out an Alicia keys song so perfectly i feared for my life. i remember telling my mom "that girl can sing!! and she’s gorgeous too!!” and then you walked out and i told you i loved your shirt remember? HAHAHA. it’s funny how before we even knew how important we were going to be to each other, something in us knew and something in us will always know. i love how fiercely you defend your opinion, i love your strength, your bold independence, and your desire to live life fully. i love that we crack up at each other’s jokes even when nobody else gets them- and i love those moments where we get caught up in talking about a band or a book and we get lost in the conversation like two normal girls in high school that aren’t about to go do something ridiculous like go to an awards show. i will always be there for you when you need someone to vent to, when you want to talk about the overwhelming underwhelmingness of boys that break our hearts or the overwhelming overwhelmingness of when a kiss leaves your head reeling, when i back you up and you need someone to stick up for you, or when you just need someone to understand- we’ve done that for each other in the last 3 years and we will do that for each other forevermore. i love you so much !!!! happy 19th lern jergi!!!!! camila“ - Camila on Lauren

why do people think that us black girls hate ourselves for wanting to switch up our hair and for contouring our noses AND HIGHLIGHTING (like what the fuck) but nobody thinks white girls hate themselves when they fill their lips with plastic and make their skin four shades darker and constantly talk about how gross they feel when they’re pale

I don’t like him, May! (Peter Parker x Reader)

Request: Can you do one where the reader has a bit of a girly chat (like counseling) with Aunt May and with Auny May’s prompting discovers that she has a crush on her best friend Peter, even though she tries to deny it? And with Tom Holland’s Peter Parker please :) by @agentcarter24601


Your mom had always been May Parker’s friend, so you had known Peter since you two were little. You spent a lot of time together when your mother and his aunt had coffee together, and you had grown up together. That had made you pretty close as friends, and you loved spending time together.
This time, you were waiting for him on his couch. He was out doing Spiderman stuff, and May had let you in so you wouldn’t have to wait for him outside.
‘’So, [Y/N], how has school been going?’’ May asked you, sitting next to you on the couch.
‘’Great, actually. I’m getting better grades than expected’’ you answered, smiling at her.
‘’And there are any boys that have caught your attention?’’ she asked, attempting to wink at you. You blushed and shook your head furiously.
‘’No’’ you said, trying to hide your blush with your hair. It was hard enough having a crush on Peter and having to hide it, but having his aunt knowing it would be horrible.
‘’Really? You are telling me a pretty girl like you has no boy liking her? And that you like nobody?’’ she asked, laughing a little. You shook your head again, still looking down. ‘’What about that guy from your class, the one you went on a date with last month? Mark, I think. Peter told me about it’’ she said.
‘’He did?’’ you asked, sounding more hopeful than you should have. If he talked about it to May, there must have been a reason, right? ‘’No, I do not like him. He was pretty… stupid, I guess. Only talked about cars and girl in our grade and thought he was a charmer’’ you said.
‘’And the boy that asked you out last week? Peter told me as well’’ May said, smiling at you.
‘’I don’t really know him that well, so I turned him down… Why did Peter tell you?’’ you asked, trying not to sound too interested.
‘’Well, that boy tells me everything that happens with you -almost as if he was in love with you’’ she said, making you blush. She realized and opened her eyes, a smile making its way onto her lips. ‘’You like him, don’t you?’’
‘’Me? Who?’’ you said, trying to sound oblivious, but obviously not doing it right.
‘’Oh my God, you like Peter! I remember telling your mother how you two would end up together when you were kids! I can see the future!’’
‘’I don’t like him, May! We are just friends!’’ you shouted, trying not to raise your voice but failing. You could feel your cheeks getting redder, and you just wanted to hide under your bed.
‘’Oh my God, sweetheart, I’m sure Peter likes you too. He talks about you nonstop -it’s insane. You should tell him’’ May told you, holding your hands.
‘’There’s no way I’m telling him. I don’t want to ruin our friendship’’ you whispered, looking down. You had had a crush on him for more than a year, but you had never built up the courage to tell him -he was your best friend, and you didn’t want that ruined. ‘’I’m-I’m gonna wait for him in his room’’ you said before leaving the living room, not giving May a chance to answer.
Just as you walked into his room and closed the door, you heard a sound coming from the ceiling. Looking up, you saw Peter stuck to the ceiling, caught in the middle of escaping.
‘’Peter!’’ you shouted, scared. You hadn’t expected to see him there, and he had startled you. ‘’Did you-did you hear the conversation?’’ you asked, knowing he had better senses than normal people. You could feel your hands getting sweaty -you were nervous, scared that he could have heard you admitting your feelings towards him. 
‘’I, eh, no? Maybe, I guess?’’ Peter said, trying not to look at you.
‘’Can you please get off of the ceiling? My neck hurts from looking up’’ you said, trying not to sound nervous.
‘’Oh, yes, sorry’’ he softly said before throwing himself directly onto his bed. He got up, looking at you. ‘’I-I mean… Maybe I did hear it? Would you be too mad if I had?’’
‘’Peter Parker, I’m so gonna kill you’’ you said, and as you were approaching him to give him a smack, he put his lips onto yours, holding your face in his hands. It was a small kiss, but it gave you feelings you didn’t know existed.
‘’I like you too, you know’’ he said just as you pulled apart, smiling a little.
You smiled back at him, and just as you were about to answer, the door opened, showing May.
‘’[Y/N], have you talked to Pe -oh, Peter, you are here! I didn’t see you come in! Wait, are you… Have you two… Oh my God, you kissed! I knew it!’’ May said before closing the door.
Turning to look back at Peter, you saw him flustered, ashamed that his aunt had interrupted your moment.
‘’Do you want to go to the movies?’’ he asked, his voice unsure, a little smile on his lips.
You laughed and nodded, hugging him. You left his house together, hand in hand, May carefully looking at you two from behind the kitchen counter and taking a cheeky picture of you both, sending it to your mother with a quick ‘I told you so’.

anonymous asked:

nobody else but you, trey songz x bill skarsgard

Enjoy honey <3 And remember: English isn’t my first language so I apologise for any possible spelling/grammar mistakes

Nobody Else But You 

Pairing: Bill Skarsgard/Reader

Warnings: None

Word count: 1.283 (got carried away)

Flashback

Song lyrics

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Originally posted by grysamobojcow

It had been two weeks since Bill last saw you. You had exchange text messages but nothing much more than a simple “how you’re doing?”. You guys had been sort of “dating” for the past four months, but still hadn’t put a label on it. Two weeks ago, Bill had intended to surprise you by showing up at a party he knew you’d attend, but when he got there he saw you talking and drinking in a very friendly way with some other guy. He had gone home without a word, but confronted you the next day to have “the talk”

She like what’s up, what’s up with me and you
What we fin'nin, fin'nin to do
Lately I’ve been giving you some room, 
Lately I just don’t know what to do
I don’t want nobody else but you

You were sat across from each other, neither one knowing who should speak first or what to say. You knew what was this about because he had texted you saying what he saw at the party and that he wanted to “get things clear” with you. Finally, Bill decided to break the ice.

“Are you hooking up with other guys?” He went straight to the point, which kinda fazed you a little but recovered quickly.

“Maybe?” It came out as a question because honestly you weren’t sure of the answer.

“It’s a yes or no question, Y/N”. He was still upset about the situation

“I mean, yes but–” he stood up from where he was sat, running his hands trough his hair in a way you had learned he did when he was nervous or upset.

“But not in the way you think” you continued.

He looked at you, almost as if thinking you were making fun of him

“Then how?” he asked

“I just… I’m not sleeping around with strangers if that’s what you think. The guy you saw me with last night it was just a random dude who came to me and invited me a drink and I didn’t thought it was that big of a deal to flirt a bit considering we never said we were exclusive” his eyes opened like two coins when he heard the last part.

“We never said we were exclusive? What are you, twelve?” His words offended you and you stood up to face him -well, that’s a saying because come on, the guy’s taller than a tree.

“I guess I didn’t know you actually cared about having a relationship with me because you never invite me to none of your events and in the past four months you said repeatedly to the press you’re not seeing anyone”. Truth is, you didn’t care about dating other guys, but you didn’t want to get too atached to him in case he was just fooling around.

“I said that to protect our privacy because I didn’t know if you’d feel comfortable with the atention. Besides I don’t like being asked about my personal life when I’m trying to talk about my work”

That’s part of the point, Bill. I don’t know if I can handle being your ‘secret girlfiend’ but neither being photographed every time we go out”

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Everyone needs an inspiration

Summary: Tom is your typical outsider, but that didn’t bother him. One day he had to write a story and met a girl, who changed his life in the most beautiful way.

Random: This is kind of inspired by the movie “ The perks of being a wallflower”.

Tags: @iamnesta (Tell me if you want to be tagged in my next one!)


Tom was never the most popular boy ever. He was more in the background, hiding in books, trying to draw not too much attention to himself.It was like any other regular day, the super popular kids slamming his books out of his hands, the girls laughing at him. Yes it’s just like any other day.Last period, Mr. Anderson. He liked Mr. Anderson, he’s not that kind of teacher that basically speed speaks, not minding if students understand him. No he takes his time, for every single student, not complaining about the fact that he has to explain something for about fifteen times.


Everything was like the usual, he was probably the only one who was actually paying attention to Mr. Anderson and what he was talking about.Self acceptance. What a weird thing. It was a weird thought, being able accept everything about yourself. After his aunts death, he kept seeing her face in front of him. Every damn day. As soon as he was in his room, alone with his thoughts, she was there again. She died in a car accident, on her way to buy his birthday present. She was the only one who really understood him and when she died he thought it was his fault. From that moment on he was never the same.


“Alright class, we have about five minutes left. I’d like to tell you your homework now.”
Groaning noises from all the students. Well what do they expect?He was talking for the entire lesson, none of the students have said anything. “I want you to write about a person, no matter if it’s fictional or real, it doesn’t matter. The one thing I want to really see, is why exactly that person. There are many possibilities, so take your time. You have six weeks, so it’ll be a homework over the holidays.”
Again groaning from everyone.
“Alright class dismissed. I won’t see you until after the holidays. I’ll be at a business trip, which means no literature class for you guys. Have a great holiday. Oh and by the way, this homework will be an important point for your grade, so I suggest you to actually do it.”


And that was it. Friday was survived, finally. He took his time, which caused him to be the only one in the school halls. They were empty, just like he felt.
A sweet voice pulled him out of his toughts.”Hi uhm excuse me.” As he turned around he saw a girl, about his age and his height. She was breathtaking. Words like stunning, beautiful or gorgeous weren’t acceptable words to describe her. “Uhm do you happen to know where I can find the principal?” He realized the haven’t said anything yet, which caused him to panic a little bit. “Yes, uh, of course. Do you want me to walk you or..”She smiled before saying “That’d be lovely, thank you.”They started making their way through the empty hallways, heading to the principals office.
“I- I’m sorry I didn’t catch your name earlier, what was it again?” Again, he found himself day dreaming. “It’s, uhm, Tom, my names Tom.” A smile started to grow on her face again. “I’m Y/N, nice to meet you.” “Are you new here?” “Yes,me and my dad moved here about five days ago.”

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None of your business part 2

Part 1

A/N: Hi there! Here is part two to the story! I hope you guys enjoy readings and please leave some comments behind! I really do appreciate feedbacks for my work, no matter if they are positive or negative! Sorry for any gramar mistakes and typos! By the way if you have any ideas about how the story can/ might continue make sure to send me those! xoxo (Picture not mine!)



What had she done? What had she done? She couldn’t get this question out of her head. She stood in front of the mirror which was hanging on the wall right across from the bed. (Y/N) hardly could contain her sobs; the tears wouldn’t stop streaming down her cheeks. Her gaze fell on the dark spots on her neck, her collarbones and breasts. He had marked her. He had left traces of biting, licking and sucking behind. Her fingertips caressed over the love bites Harry created on her skin. The more she looked at them, the more disgusted she felt.

She didn’t want them. She didn’t want them on her body. She didn’t want anything that belonged to him. Harshly, she tried to wipe them off in wonder they would disappear by magic. But to her dismay, they were still there, on her skin, mocking on her.

(Y/N) turned around to the bed where he still was laying and sleeping peacefully. She wanted nothing more than to kill him. She knew it wasn’t his entire fault. She was aware of that. She knew that alcohol took the entire control of her body, causing her to do things that she didn’t want to do. She regretted her choice off drinking too much. Never, never would she lay a single finger on alcohol anymore if it meant that she would do stupid things.

She went closer to the bed, careful, not to wake Harry up, bent down to the ground and collected her clothes. Her legs felt sore and an uncomfortable feeling spread between her legs. She could barely walk and she wondered how hard he must have pounded into her. She shook her head, not wanting to care. The only thing she longed for was to forget the night. Forget the night where she had connected her body with someone she didn’t like.

She slipped into her dress, right after putting on her laced underwear, zipping it up. She took one last look into the mirror. Honestly, she looked terrible. Her makeup was smeared all over her face, she had dark spots under her eyes and her hair was a horrible mess. She needed to go. She needed to get out of that room that prevented her from breathing. Her lungs felt like being tied up and she had her difficulties to inhale air.

She stumbled to the door and opened it. Her heart felt heavy in her chest as she took one last glance at Harry, who managed to make her life a living hell.  “I hope, I will never see you again…” She breathed, stepping out of the room and closing the door behind her.

(Y/N) didn’t know how her shaky legs were able to carry her home. Once she opened the front door of her house, silently, so she wouldn’t wake up her parents who were sleeping in their warm and comfy bed. She also wanted to prevent stress because she should have been at home hours ago.

She slowly trudged up the stairs to her room. Stripping off her clothes, she stepped into the shower. Never in her entire life had she felt so dirty. Warm water greeted her naked body, covering every part with nice feeling liquid. She closed her eyes, trying to relax but excerpts of the night with Harry flashed in front of her eyes.

“Harry…” She heard herself moaning his name over and over again.

“Stop!” (Y/N) whimpered, cupping her ears to stop hearing those sounds. She didn’t want to hear it. Why was her mind playing games with her? Horrible games? The voices seemed to sound louder and louder. “Stop! Please stop!” She cried, slipping down the wet and cold marble wall.

***

Harry woke up an half an hour later. His vision was blurry as he opened his green eyes and he rubbed over them. His head was spinning around and he felt slightly dizzy. The actions from a few hours ago were still fresh on his mind, causing a smile on his lips. He couldn’t clearly believe that he had slept with (Y/N). However when he turned his head to the spot where she was supposed to lie, he found an empty space beside him. His smile was quickly replaced by a frown. He couldn’t deny that slight disappointment was rushing through his body. He didn’t know why he felt that way and what he had expected from the intense sex with (Y/N).

In contrast to her, Harry remembered every single detail from their intercourse. How soft she felt under his touch, how she was moaning and withering beneath him, begging him to go harder and faster. The taste of her still remained on his tongue. He ran his fingers over his slight, pouty lips. She had kissed him there, wild, hungry and passionate. Harry was confused. Why did she leave?

Stupid question!  He thought. What did he even expect from all of this? That she would fall for him? Harry may need one night to develop some attraction toward her but she would never return those feelings. She was (Y/N). The girl who hated him, the girl who despised him, the girl he slept with, his supposed to be enemy.

He stood up, slight wobbly on his feet, collected his belongings and wore them on. On the way out, he passed the mirror (Y/N) stood in front of before, observing himself. Also he spotted dark circles on his neck and jaw line, marks (Y/N) had left on his skin. He gently traced his fingers over them, again a smile decorated his lips. He knew he wouldn’t be able to get more and this fact frustrated him. But he took what he could get from her, knowing by heart that an event like this would not happen again. This night was something he would always remember. A night he would always keep in his heart.

***

(Y/N) sat on her bed, covered in her blanket while she was cuddling her pillow, pressing it firmly against her body like her whole life was dependent on it. She had not spoken for once, since her friends arrived, not one word escaped her lips. Her eyes were swollen and dull from the many tears she had shared. She had no strength left in her body. The reminder of last night ate her out.

Her friends surrounded her huge bed, cluelessly sitting there and not knowing how to soothe their poor friend. (Y/N) didn’t know why she took this incident by heart, it was just sex, it could have happened with everyone, but yet she was acting like she experienced the biggest breakup of her life. Was she overreacting?

“I really want to punch him into his arrogant face.” One of her best friends, Kira, said. Of course, (Y/N) had told them everything about last night. Crying into her cell phone, she told every member of her group what happened. She was so desperate and helpless, she needed someone to talk to. She needed her friends.

“I think we all want to hit him.” Chloe, another friend said.

They were pretty bewildered as Harry dragged (Y/N) away from the group. Not expecting it at all.

Her best friend, she knew since she was a little six year old child, called Amy cleared her throat and gained everyone’s attention. Locking her eyes with (Y/N), she said “I know you will hate me for this and just to make sure, I’m not justifying nor supporting his actions, but honestly I’m glad that Harry was the one you slept with.”

As Amy was expecting it, her words caused shocked reactions. Wide opened eyes starred at her.

“How dare you to say that?” Kira asked, anger was visible in her voice.

“Just think about it!” Amy responded. “It could have ended worse. (Y/N) could have been raped by  whomever! I’m not saying this to annoy you guys, (Y/N) you know I love you like a sister and I deeply care for you, but I’m glad it was someone we know in the first place. Of course, I’m going to have a little nice chat with our Mr. Styles and-“

Her words were interrupted by (Y/N). “No!” She said. “Nobody will talk to about this. Girls, you have to give me your word that no one of you will bring up one sentence about this fucking night, neither talking to Harry about it. I don’t want it! Promise me! And I swear if someone of you breaks their word, you won’t see my face ever again.” She spoke with a determined demeanor.

Her friends were bluffed for a moment but then agreed. If it helped her to forget somehow, they were willing to give their promises.

“Let’s talk about other stuff, please.” (Y/N) suggested, the devastated and helpless girl was replaced by her old self again. “I don’t want to be involved with him anymore nor do I want to see his face ever again.”

If she had known that her path will cross with Harry’s soon and what kind of surprise she would experience in the future.

natasha, pierre, & the great comet of 1812 lyrics sentence starters.

act 1  //  act 2.

  • ❝  there’s a war going on out there somewhere.  ❞
  • ❝  ____ isn’t here.  ❞
  • ❝  this is all in your program, you are at the opera.  ❞
  • ❝  chandeliers and caviar; the war can’t touch us here.  ❞
  • ❝  it’s dawned on me suddenly and for no obvious reason that i can’t go on living as i am.  ❞
  • ❝  i used to be better.  ❞
  • ❝  i drink too much.  ❞
  • ❝  i never thought that i’d end up like this. i used to be better.  ❞
  • ❝  and the women, they all pity me, ‘cuz i’m married but not in love.  ❞
  • ❝  you empty and stupid contented fellows, satisfied with your place! i’m different from you, i’m different from you, i still want to do something!  ❞
  • ❝  or do you struggle too? i pity you, i pity me, i pity you.  ❞
  • ❝  how beautiful you looked in the snow.  ❞
  • ❝  i love you, trust no one but you.  ❞
  • ❝  he’ll be the family’s saving grace.  ❞
  • ❝  but it’s not nice to enter a family against a father’s will. one wants to do it peacefully and lovingly.  ❞
  • ❝  i’ve aged, i’ve aged so very much.  ❞
  • ❝  all my friends are dead.  ❞
  • ❝  time is moving, it’s now or never! my fate is slipping past me.  ❞
  • ❝  i’ve abandoned the hope of getting married.  ❞
  • ❝  it’s my money and i’ll throw it where i want.  ❞
  • ❝  i disgust myself.  ❞
  • ❝  i know they’ll like me — they can’t help but like me — everyone has always liked me! there is no reason for them not to like me.  ❞
  • ❝  from the first glance i do not like ____.  ❞
  • ❝  i am not afraid of anyone!  ❞
  • ❝  is that the truth? i think it is not convenient to speak of that now.  ❞
  • ❝  what have i said, what have i done?  ❞
  • ❝  first time i heard your voice, moonlight burst into the room — and i saw your eyes, and i saw your smile, and the world opened wide.  ❞
  • ❝  you are so good for me.  ❞
  • ❝  i love you, i love you, i love you, i love you, i love you!  ❞
  • ❝  i’ll never be this happy again.  ❞
  • ❝  we’ve done this all before — we were angels once, don’t you remember? joy and life inside our souls, and nobody knows, just you and me. it’s our secret.  ❞
  • ❝  i’ve never felt like this before.  ❞
  • ❝  they’re looking at me, they’re talking about me — they all like me so much.  ❞
  • ❝  so beautiful, what a charming young girl! so enchanting.  ❞
  • ❝  there’s a woman one should stay far away from.  ❞
  • ❝  oh, i’d tickle you all if i could!  ❞
  • ❝  he moved with a swagger which would have been ridiculous had he not been so good - looking.  ❞
  • ❝  no one else is here, no one else can see us.  ❞
  • ❝  smile at me, gaze straight into my eyes.  ❞
  • ❝  everything is dark, obscure, and terrible!  ❞
  • ❝  drink with me, my love, for there’s fire in the sky, and there’s ice on the ground; either way, my soul will die.  ❞
  • ❝  keep drinking, old man. drink the whole night through.  ❞
  • ❝  all i care for is gaiety and women and there’s no dishonor in that!  ❞
  • ❝  god, to think i married a man like you.  ❞
  • ❝  here’s to the health of married women and their lovers!  ❞
  • ❝  how dare you touch her?  ❞
  • ❝  you can’t love her!  ❞
  • ❝  oh, a duel! yes, this is what i like,  ❞
  • ❝  just show me where to go and tell me when to shoot.  ❞
  • ❝  you are a fool.  ❞
  • ❝  he will never come, or something will happen to me before he does.  ❞
  • ❝  i suffer more now than before.  ❞
  • ❝  am i guilty?  ❞
  • ❝  oh, how she blushes, my pretty!  ❞
  • ❝  you are such a lovely thing, oh where have you been?  ❞
  • ❝  a woman with a dress is a frightening and powerful thing.  ❞
  • ❝  i am seized by feelings of vanity and fear, there is no barrier between us.  ❞
  • ❝  i don’t know good from bad. i’m so frightened.  ❞
  • ❝  you are enchanting.  ❞
  • ❝  don’t say such things. i am betrothed, i love another.  ❞
  • ❝  don’t speak to me of that when i tell you that i am madly, madly in love with you!  ❞
  • ❝  is it possible that i should never see you again?  ❞
  • ❝  but i love you — of that there is no doubt. how else could all this have happened? how else could we have kissed?  ❞
  • ❝  i will love you, ____. i’ll do anything for you.  ❞
  • ❝  i’ll do anything for you.  ❞

camila_cabello: HAPPY 19TH LAUREN!! i remember the day you auditioned for X factor seeing a beautiful green eyed girl belt out an Alicia keys song so perfectly i feared for my life. i remember telling my mom “that girl can sing!! and she’s gorgeous too!!” and then you walked out and i told you i loved your shirt remember? HAHAHA. it’s funny how before we even knew how important we were going to be to each other, something in us knew and something in us will always know. i love how fiercely you defend your opinion, i love your strength, your bold independence, and your desire to live life fully. i love that we crack up at each other’s jokes even when nobody else gets them- and i love those moments where we get caught up in talking about a band or a book and we get lost in the conversation like two normal girls in high school that aren’t about to go do something ridiculous like go to an awards show. i will always be there for you when you need someone to vent to, when you want to talk about the overwhelming underwhelmingness of boys that break our hearts or the overwhelming overwhelmingness of when a kiss leaves your head reeling, when i back you up and you need someone to stick up for you, or when you just need someone to understand- we’ve done that for each other in the last 3 years and we will do that for each other forevermore.
i love you so much !!!! happy 19th lern jergi!!!!! camila

Sleepless Nights

For Carry On Countdown -Fifth Year

Written from Baz’s pov, basically just pining oops

This is getting ridiculous. It’s 3am. In the past four nights I’ve had less than twenty hours sleep combined. I close my eyes for the millionth time, knowing full well that they’ll have opened again within the the next minute.

It’s not like I’m trying not to sleep -quite the opposite. I just can’t stop thinking. My brain won’t shut up. I’ve been having trouble sleeping for the past few months, but it’s never got this bad before. I’ve tried everything. I’ve tried going for walks once Simon’s fallen asleep, but that only makes me think more and I end up wandering across the whole site, aimlessly, for hours on end and come back no less weary but a hell of a lot colder. I’ve tried listening to classical music through earbuds. I’ve even managed to blag some chamomile tea from the kitchen, but it didn’t help. It just tastes faintly like piss.

Simon rolls over in his sleep and I let out a sigh. How can he sleep so easily? How can he do everything so easily? His whole life is just one big long walk in the park. He doesn’t agonise over homework, he’s in a happy relationship, he hardly even does a thing between getting out of bed and going down to breakfast -just brushes a hand through his hair and he’s good to go.

I’d brush my hand through his hair.

Wait. What. No. It’s 3am. I’m knackered. I don’t know where that came from. I roll over, blushing despite the fact that no one could know I’d thought that. I’m now facing the window. It’s open, of course, and I realise suddenly that I’m absolutely freezing. Bloody Snow and his stupid.. stupid… argh. I don’t even know what I’m trying to think. I get up to close it, a little too quickly, and stumble slightly on my way across. It takes two attempts for it to actually shut, the rotten wood swollen bigger than its frame. I am forceful the second time round, and it slams loudly, the metal catch rattling against the glass. Snow stirs and I worry that I have woken him, before I realise that I don’t actually care. Why shouldn’t he wake up? He left it open to begin with. Stupid. And that stupid hair.

I lay on my back for a while and think about nothing. Well, I probably was thinking about something, but it wasn’t significant. I trace patterns on the sheet instead, my finger joining up creases like those dot-to-dot things I remember doing as a child. Like little constellations, I think. Like Simon’s freckles. The ones on his back are spread out enough to do an actual dot-to-dot. Spread out enough to be actual constellations.

What the fuck? I’m thinking about Simon’s moles. That’s like, the third time I’ve thought about him tonight. Then I try and remember, and I decide it’s probably actually more than three times… Does this count? Does thinking about thinking about Simon count as thinking about Simon? I laugh suddenly and unexpectedly, a sort of choke, and bury my face in my duvet so as not to wake Simon. There we go again, I think. Of course Snow doesn’t wake. He never does. Never has. All these five years of me banging around doing whatever I’ve been doing and he just snuffles through it, only turning occasionally, or flickering his eyelids.

I almost wish he would wake up. Dev tells me about how when he stays with his cousins they don’t really talk much, but they all share a room at night. He says once it passes about 2am, different rules apply. They talk about everything, he says, stuff you would never dream of telling anyone when you’re fully awake. I’ve never had a sleepover that wasn’t with him or Niall, and we did have deep conversations but I don’t think that really counts because we’re already close. I don’t need to be half asleep to talk to him. But then I start thinking. Do I? Do I tell him stuff? Real stuff? I complain about how fucked up my family is and what Snow’s up to, and, sure, when we have sleepovers we talk about stuff. Girls. We’ve talked about girls. Is that what he means? Girls? Because that’s where my problem lies. I’ve spoken to Dev about girls. Girls. Not about boys.

Would I talk to Simon about boys? If we were both tired and we reached the magical 2am and forgot our feuds, would I talk to him? It’s hard to imagine. The forgetting feuds part. I look at him. His head is laying in a pool of moonlight on his pillow and he looks like a hand tailored mannequin. Nobody is this flawless naturally: his skin looks like pearl, his hair like silk, and his features ethereal. ‘Snow.’ It’s suits him, as a name. Fun and childish and exciting, but also.. stunningly beautiful.

What the fuck, Baz. Shut up. Simon Snow isn’t fucking beautiful.

But he is. You can say that. It’s fine to be able to appreciate beauty. Dev is quite good looking.

Now you’re being stupid. Dev is not good looking.

No, Dev is good looking. He’s just not Simon Snow.

“Mmh.”
My knuckles whiten as my grip on the duvet tightens. I loosen them. It’s just Snow. He’s still sleeping. Fucker.

There is silence again. I imagine shaking him awake. How is it fair that he is so asleep and I am so not? I need it more than him; he doesn’t have to worry about how well he does in lessons because he’s not battling for top against that stupid Bunce friend of his. I imagine shaking him awake and pinning him against the wall. I’m shouting at him, I don’t know what but I’m shouting something. I’m angry and I’m I’m holding Simon Snow against a wall and shouting at him and my spit is flying into his face. I’m furious and he’s not doing anything to stop me. He’s just hanging there limply and letting me do what I’m doing. He’s in my hands. I have control.

And then I stop. I look at his face, scrunched up, little flecks my my saliva mingled with freckles.

I brush them from his cheek with my thumb.

He’s staring at me. His eyes are the most penetrative ice blue I’ve ever seen. I’m staring into his eyes and I’m shivering and my thumb is still on his cheek. And suddenly his eyes are closing. His eyes are closing and his head is tilting and it’s moving towards me. Simon Snow is… going to kiss me?

“M-Bazz..” I jolt my eyes open. Simon fucking Snow is laying in his bed, as asleep as he’s ever been. I glower at him. He murmurs my name again and I nearly throw the lamp at his head.

All. I. Want. Is. To. Go. To. Sleep. You. Stupid. Fucking. Dick.

I roll over determinedly. When I close my eyes again Simon Snow does not have time to kiss me because I am banging his head against the wall. Those stupid fucking eyes flash at me. They look hurt.

Good, I think. And I throw the lamp.

honestly rukia was probably the most formative asian heroine of my childhood. nobody else could burn with kindness as fiercely as she could. who could snarl with such disdain, who could hunger so much to be a warrior, stalking across the battlefield with a sword glistening in her fist like a raw diamond.

i mean. here you have a dead girl, talking about justice. demanding for all spirits to be protected, demonstrating to our Male Shounen Protagonist what it means to be selfless, and a hero. she was thoughtful, earnest, and spoke her mind, and she never apologized for it.

The signs as the 1975 songs

Aries: Robbers
“Now if you never shoot, you’ll never know
And if you never eat, you’ll never grow
You’ve got a pretty kind of dirty face”

Taurus: Settle Down
“For crying out loud, settle down!
You know I can’t be found with you
We get back to my house
Your hands, my mouth
Now I just stop myself around you.”

Gemini: Pressure
“There’s a change in pressure
We’re never gonna lie to you
My broken veins say that if my heart stops beating
We’ll bleed the same way”

Cancer: Fallingforyou
“You’re all I need
According to your heart,
My place is not deliberate,
Feeling of your arms
I don’t wanna be your friend,
I wanna kiss your neck”

Leo: Chocolate
“And you said, "We go where nobody knows, we got guns hidden under our petticoats.
No, we’re never gonna quit it, no”

Virgo: So Far (It’s Alright)
“Don’t you wanna take me up in the clouds,
Pretend that I’m the one and you can show me about?”

Libra: Undo
“I didn’t even see you when I liked you
Now I ain’t got no time
Girl I wanna see you undo it
I wanna see you but you’re not mine”

Scorpio: Head.Cars.Bending
“Lock me in, knock me out, talking like you do
And if you think you’re helping me
Don’t think I’m helping you”

Sagittarius: Somebody Else
“I don’t want your body but I hate to see you with somebody else
Our love has gone cold, you’re intertwining your soul with somebody else”

Capricorn: Antichrist
“She said ‘How can I relate to somebody who doesnt speak?’
I feel like I’m just treading water
Is it the same for you?”

Aquarius: Haunt // Bed
“I can’t exist within my own head
So I insist on haunting your bed
If you could only hear what I said
You’d see, I’m not scared”

Pisces: Heart Out
“You got something to say?
Why don’t you speak it out loud, instead of living in your head?”

Love is hard - chapter one

Pairing: Madison Joseph x reader (friends). In later chapters Tyler Joseph x reader (friends), Jenna Joseph x reader (friends) Josh Dun x reader (friends, lovers?), other Joseph and Dun family members

Plot: You take a leap year abroad, where you meet Madison Joseph. You become best friends and move in with her family. You meet her brother Tyler and his best friend Josh, who you have a crush on. Will Josh and you become more than friends?

This chapter: You spent a year abroad, make a new friend and find out about her family.

Warnings: none

Word count: about 2300

A/N: First chapter! I am so excited to put this out here. Please let me know what you think. My first language is not English, so please excuse any mistakes. Have fun reading, and I’ll try to post chapter 2 soon, this week.

When you first met her, you had no idea who she was. Or who her brother was. Let alone her brother’s best friend.

When you were about to make a choice what to do with your life, you choose to take a leap year first. A great way to learn a new language, see something of the world and possibly make new friends. You applied to an organization who arranged for you to stay with a host family for a year, while you would attend the local high school, mostly to learn the language and meet people. You always had a thing for Portugal, though you couldn’t say exactly why you did. So with all papers arranged and your bags packed, you tearfully said goodbye to your family and friends and went on your way.

You quickly found out that this year abroad thing wasn’t as easy as you thought. You were placed in a small town about an hours drive from Lisbon and most people there didn’t even speak English. Your host family were very nice and sweet, but you couldn’t help feel out of place. Nobody seemed to like the same music as you did, or the same movies, clothes, hobbies, jokes… hell, they didn’t even speak the same language! You spent most of your time at your host family’s (and now also your) home. You were sitting at the kitchen table, trying to learn some Portuguese words when your host mother walked in. “I need to talk to you about something. I know it’s hard for you being here sometimes. And I know you deserve our undivided attention, but something’s come up. A girl your age from the USA has applied for a host family, but they can’t find any. She’ll arrive in a week and they desperately need someone to home her. I don’t know how you feel about it, but maybe we can give her a chance. What do you think?” Honestly, your mind flooded with possible scenarios that would ruin your leap year. What if we don’t get along? What if we do get along and I introduce her to the few people I know and they all like her more? What if my host family like her more and they decide to kick me out? What if…. But in order to keep peace, and since you didn’t know your host mother long enough to feel completely comfortable with her, you said she could of course stay in your house. Your host mother noticed your hesitation and said: “Let’s make a deal. She’ll be invited to come stay with us. But I’ll tell the organization to keep on looking for another family. If any of us thinks it isn’t working out, we’ll be able to make other arrangements for her that way. Cool?” Cool.

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when i was in the bus in i think 6th grade one day this rly popular girl sat next to me and idk what we talked about but it ended up with us counting our phone contacts and she was like “omg i have like nobody!” and i was like yeah me too bc i had no friends and i just remember i had like 15 and she had like 50 and i felt so dumb and ever since i’ve like hoarded phone contacts which is .. so weird but i can’t bring myself to delete any number. like i have this girl from my church i haven’t spoken to in 5 years bc i’m just like “i need as many as i can get”

anonymous asked:

Okay, I know I should a give the new characters a chance, but every line I hear about Cinderella makes me think they're trying too hard. She's "not a girl who needs to be rescuing. She's tough, raw, edgy, and Latin-and she's very good with a sword." Minus the Latin and sword part, she sounds too much like Emma. Normally, I wouldn't think this is too much of a problem, but she's supposed to be the deuteragonist in S7 and this is after we're losing Emma, our first protagonist.

Like we talked about last week, I’m not crazy about the whole she’s “not a girl who needs rescuing” as if it makes her different. Have we forgotten “nobody saves me but me"or that this show started with Snow White clocking Prince Charming with a rock?

Not exactly new territory for this show.

She’s a Latina Cinderella, I’ll give them that. That’s cool and I suppose it sets her apart. And the tough and raw seems apparent just from the casting. Dania certainly doesn’t look the ingenue, if you know what I mean. (Hopefully Jacinda is supposed to be a decade older than baby faced Henry.)

The other thing I found interesting about that article is the fact that the characters will be grappling with “real issues” like problems at work and paying the rent.

Ew.

Just what I want from a fairy tale show, depressing hum drum everyday realism. This show was always escapist. The characters were fighting dragons and curses and trying to best villains while falling in love, it was lovely that they didn’t really worry about money problems or everyday annoyances on top of it. So, sorry, A&E that’s not appealing to me at all.

What if the reason nobody has talked about Junior all this time is because every time they bring it up Tucker pulls out like 14 pictures like “This is him at his first trip to the dentist. He almost bit the guys arm off but had no cavities, fucking savage, right?” “Here’s his first dance. He got asked by like, 40 girls, because my son’s a fucking player” “ Here’s our first Christmas. I didn’t know what to get him so I just got him a puppy. He killed it, but was pretty happy, so it’s whatever.”

KBTBB Childhood Friend AU

a/n: Wow, this certainly took me a while. I had hoped this would be a bit shorter, but I guess not. This here is my first attempt at drabbles/headcanons. Hope you guys enjoy it :)

Some of these drabbles are inspired by tamakirishima awesome KBTBB in elementary school headcanon. (She’s a talented writer by the way, go read her headcanons if you can ;))

Eisuke:

You were always slightly jealous of Eisuke’s skills on the monkey bars, not to mention the fact that he’d sit atop the bars, acting as if he owned the entire playground. Nevertheless, it was still pretty fun to play with him, despite him always choosing and winning any game you’d both play. Today, you hoped for something different.

“Aw, but we always play Simon Says, and you’re always Simon. Let’s play something else!” you puffed out your cheeks slightly, hoping he’d get the point.

“Yeah, but no matter what game we play, I’m still gonna win. You might as well play what I wanna play,” he smugly remarked.

His haughty quip struck a nerve, and you decided you’d have none of that. This was the final straw.

               “Fine, if you wanna keep being unfair, then I won’t play with you anymore,” you said with all the finality a child could muster.

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anonymous asked:

I'm sorry that you received a hateful message like that. But it's reassuring to see someone struggling with the same issues that doesn't necessarily support it. Eating disorders are the disorders no one talks about. Without blogs like these... I don't think anyone would really know exactly what goes on in our lives

First fo all, thank you. i also think that anon-hate is super childish and unnecessary, it’s not like this disorder is fun and our tumblr blogs is a big ‘eating-disorder-theme-park’. This is serious and seriously need these blogs to cope.

Yeah, nobody really talks about ed’s, because the world doesn’t give a flying fuck about us suffering girls (and guys) suffering from any ed, wether it’s anorexia, bulimia, OSFED (EDNOS) or BED (not the stuffing kink). Not even my parents care, nobody does, because it’s all in your head, nobody can see it, so nobody cares. it’s sad but it is how it is. the only ones who care, are the people of this community, my lovely anons like you, for example.

You can not walk out the door and mention at your school or workplace like ‘sorry I’m not doing so well, i have an eating disorder and it’s really bad today.’ - we need us, we need each other and it’s not like I’m advertising this as a nice, healthy and fun lifestyle.

I need this safe space and I need this community and I do not intent to harm anyone.

ML fandom & Thomas Astruc: “Nobody likes Felix! He was a bad idea and rude! Everyone prefers the current characters!”

Me: *slowly raises hand* “Well, actually I like-”

ML fandom & Thomas Astruc: “We are so glad you think the same way like we do! Join us to our Felix hate group and let us talk about how much we despise this anime cliche character because he is a total jerk for rejecting an innocent lovely girl who doesn’t respect his private space and doesn’t understand that ‘no’ means ‘no’!”

*Isaac Lahey* Caterpillar

Isaac Lahey X Girl

Plot:  Isaac get intrigued by a mute photographer. The way Bella communicated without talking was interesting, unfamiliar to him.   

Word Count: 1,713


The sky is bright blue with a few white clouds decorating. The soft breeze from the wind felt nice on my heated sun kissed skin. The dog park was bigger than I’d expect it to be, but I liked how spacious it felt.

I held my Canon PowerShot in both my hands waiting for something to catch my eye. The straps of the camera hung lightly on my neck as I looked around the park.

Across from where I stood was a stunningly beautiful dog. I recognized the breed as an Australian Shepard, the dog’s fur twirled through the wind as it ran to its owner. It sat right in from of a couple around their late 20′s.

I mentally smiled as I thought of taking a quick picture. I headed towards the couple feeling the soft grass from under my grey Timberlands crunch. They smiled at each other as they seems to be in a good conversation.

They both looked up noticing me approach them, They stopped their conversation to give me attention. I pulled out my phone and unlocking it, I clicked on notes and typed.

‘Do you mind if I take a few picture of your dog?”

I showed them the question I had, they read the screen and answer. “No, go ahead.” The lady had answered calling for her dog to come sit in from of me. I smiled towards them as if to say thanks. I returned to the dog and kneeled down, taking a closer shot.

The first shot was the left side of the dog’s face, a piercing blue eye that looked almost white stared into the lens. The one ear up as if it was commanded to be. I took a few more shots with different angles to see which one would look better in the end.

I let my camera go knowing it be hanging from the straps. I scratched behind the dog’s ear as a thanks for staying still. I stood up and smiled at the couple before walking on again. Back to square one, looking from something interesting.

A presence came beside me on the left, I didn’t think much until the presence stayed. I looked to the left to notice a tall guy walking with me, he wore a navy blue and white baseball tee. He’s looked attractive in a few ways, but why was he here beside me?

“Beautiful animals aren’t they?” He asked as his blue eyes stared forward. I looked behind me to see the dog I took pictures of sprawled out. All over the couple’s laps as they laughed together.

I nodded, when I was younger I didn’t talk for different amounts of time. It stuck after a while, my parents got use to it after a year of me not speaking.

“You don’t talk, okay. I can handle that, I think anyways?” He sounded unsure of himself, I giggled finding him cute and funny. “I made you laugh, that’s a good sign.” He said rounding in front of me, stopping me.

I gasped at the sudden action, “Sorry, I didn’t mean to startle you.” He chuckled, I shook my head saying it was okay. “I’m Isaac,” He mumbled taking out his hand.

I pulled out my phone again and typed my name in, I showed Isaac and took his hand in mine. “It’s nice to meet you Bella.” He smile. I smiled back as I noticed him becoming a little awkward.

“Hey Isaac.” 

Isaac turned around as I look over his shoulder, a tall lean and muscular guy stood a few 20 feet away. He had dark brown hair almost a black, he had brown puppy dog eyes. His jaw was slightly crooked, but he made it work.

“This is a dog park, not a place to pick up girls!” He yelled to him, a few people looked our way causing a slight scene. I blushed under the glance of the strange guy.

“I wasn’t, Scott!“ Isaac yelled, "I’m sorry I have to go.” Isaac pointed behind him towards Scott. I nodded with a smile, “Again it was nice meeting you.” He smiled one last tome before leaving.


My door creaked open as I snugged more into my fluffy blanket and pillow. Feeling like I was sleeping on cloud 9, nothing in the way. Well until I remembered I had the most wonderful best friend, the sarcasm still flows.

She yanked on my blanket but I held on tight, Macy didn’t care. She yanked harder until I fell on the floor, I held in my squeal and curled into the blanket.

Macy sighed as I heard her boots click around my room. “I know you’re stubborn, but we’re going to the Café.” Macy said as I felt something heavy suddenly drop on me. “Get dressed, we need to catch the hot guys before it’s too late.”

I groaned and rolled again, of course Macy wanted to go. Macy had just been cheated a few weeks ago, and has been hooking up with different guys each week.

“Come. On. Bella.” She grunted at each pull until the blanket was removed from my body, I cuddled into the rug that I landed on. I smirked as I knew I was getting on Macy’s nerves.

She groaned frustrated-ly as she grabbed my hand and pulled me up. “ Okay now get dressed and get in the damn car.” Macy said grabbing the clothes off the floor and shoved me in the hallway bathroom.

“I’ll grab your phone.” Macy yelled through the bathroom door,

Before I knew it I was dressed and pulled in Macy’s car like I was a rag doll. I get she wanted to get there fast, but this has been happening for over a month.

Her boyfriend, Max and her have been going out for a year and a half. I’d never be able to drop something like that, but he cheated. I could tell the way her green eyes stopped sparkling she was hurting inside. I was giving her space and she never really like talking about deep feelings. With me she usually did though, she use to blow up all the time in the 10th grade.

She parked the car in front of the cafe scoping out the guys through the glass walls. There are a few groups, but nothing big. She sighed before looking at me, “Okay, game on. Shouldn’t be too hard to get a hit and run.” I giggled after she smirked.

Macy ordered for the both of us as I found a booth near the passing cars outside. I always got a hot chocolate with 2 shots of mint, extra whipped cream, strawberry on top, with no lid. I also got a soft chocolate chip cookie, of course Macy already knew that.

Macy took a seat sliding a cookie bag and my hot chocolate towards me. I began to smile brightly, “It still amazes me that this hot chocolate makes you smile. As if a guy had thrown a compliment at you.” Macy had mentioned as she took a sip of her coffee.

I rolled my eyes at her, taking my phone out of my pocket.

‘Well because guys don’t just throw a compliment at a girl who doesn’t speak.’ I texted it to her.

She glanced at her screen, “Okay, but the whole guy thing is different for you anyways.” Macy stated. I shrugged, she’s right. “That’s about to change.” A familiar deep voice spoke up, while I saw my strawberry get picked up and thrown into Isaac’s mouth.

I gasped loudly as I threw Macy a text with an angry face. “Say it to him, that was my strawberry, I was waiting for that my whole morning, Isaac. In all caps with five exclamation marks.” Macy said to him, “I’ll get you another strawberry.” Isaac said while he walked to the cashier.

“Isaac?” Macy asked with a hint in her voice. I rolled my eyes again, “He’s attractive. Though he seems like he knows you.”

‘Last week I meet him at the dog park while I was taking photos.’

“And you didn’t think to tell me?” She asked me.

I shrugged, “You didn’t think you’d see him again did you?” She asked seeing a little deeper. I shrugged and nodded again. Yeah I didn’t think I’d see him in the cafe let alone ever. “Isaac is coming, I’ll leave you two alone.” She smirked.

My eyes widened as she walked off before I could signal her back. I should have seen her trying to play cupid a few minutes ahead of time. Macy had done it a few times before, but she stopped awhile ago.

Isaac slide into the spot Macy was recently in, “So I got you 2, your face kind of killed me. you had this terrified expression on that cute face of yours.” He explained making me giggle.

“Cute face, cute laugh, what else you got?” Isaac asked with a sweet smile, I couldn’t help but smile.

‘What happened to the awkwardness?’

He glanced at the screen, I took one strawberry off the napkin Isaac came back with. “I already met you, Caterpillar.”  He can’t be serious right now, I thought about it as I chewed on the red goodness.

‘Caterpillar? That’s not even cute.’

I furrowed my eyebrows at him “What?” He chuckled with a beautiful laugh. “You’re a caterpillar now, but you’ll become a butterfly sooner or later.” He said glancing at the 2nd and only strawberry left.

‘NO’

“It looks so good.” Isaac moaned for it, I looked at him with sad puppy dog eyes. Did he realize it was mine? He grabbed it opening his mouth, he stopped and looked at me with fake concern. “Wait did you want it?” He asked.

Was that even a question? Of course I wanted. I nodded, “Too late now it’s mine .” He said slowly inching the strawberry closer to his lips. Nobody teases this no talking queen.

I stood up reaching over the table and yanking the strawberry out of his hand.  Throwing it into my mouth smiling a toothless grin. He looked at me surprised as I sat back down.

“Huh.” He said still shocked with his tongue wondering inside his cheek. “I’m not gonna mess with a girl and her strawberry again.” Isaac commented, He began to chuckle as I joined in.

I liked talking to Isaac, it felt good talking to someone other than Macy. We talked about anything and everything we could. The closing time was our hour glass.

Books of Love: Harry Potter One Shot {Requested by Anon, Or, "M"}

Request: Hello, you lovely writer! Can I have an imagine with Harry? Where he pulls me under his invisibility cloke and asks me out? You can make up the scenario, I’m up for any of your brilliant ideas :* -M

Your P.O.V

“‘Morning.” Ron greeted, yawning afterwards.

“‘Morning.” Harry and I said at the same time, chuckling afterwards while Hermione giggled.

“Good Morning, Ronald.” Hermione greeted him.

It was an early morning at Hogwarts. We just started our third year about two weeks ago, and we were more excited than we’ll ever be. Except the fact that notorious mass murderer, Sirius Black, was rumored to be lurking onto the grounds of our school. It’s been rumored that he’s after Harry. Personally, Hermione and I have been keeping a very close eye on Harry, making sure he doesn’t go looking for trouble.

“Don’t worry you guys, I won’t go looking for trouble!” Harry told us on the Hogwarts Express, his mouth being overflowed with a Cauldron Cake as he spoke.

A bit of the Cauldron Cake had escaped from his mouth and landed on my cheek.

“Sorry (Y/N).” He said, gulping down the remains of the cake as I gave him a sarcastic thumbs up.

“How are we supposed to trust you on that? You’ve landed in the Forbidden Forest two times Harry!” Hermione had scolded him. She was also gripping her cat, Crookshanks, in her arms as he was flailing towards Ron’s rat, Scabbers.

“Ronald, put your rat away. It’s scaring Crookshanks.” Hermione had cooed. Ronald had grown an expression on his face that only masked anger.

“Put my rat away?! Put your bloody monster away! He’s the whole reason why I almost dropped the Rat Tonic back at Diagon Alley!” Ron had yelled out, with his face brewing in fright at the memory of the attack from Crookshanks at Diagon Alley.

“It’s not my fault that your face is admirable for a cat! Honestly!” Hermione yelled back. Ron didn’t say a word after that.

As Hermione continued to lecture Harry, Ron tapped me on the shoulder as I was beginning to unravel a Chocolate Frog.

“What’s up?” I smiled at him, softly biting the frog as he began to speak. His finger pointed at the scratch Crookshanks had given him during his leap at Diagon Alley. A giggle escaped my mouth.

“Has it gotten any better?” He asked, his eyes dropping a little as they filled with worry.

“It looks fine, Ron.” I said to him. I offered him the trading card from the Chocolate Frog.

“You got Dumbledore again?” He said. His eyebrows furrowed as he looked up at me.

“Do you want it or not?” I laughed at him.

“I have 60 of those. But, might as well give it to Seamus later.” Ron said, taking the card from my hand and shoving it into his pocket.

I turned my attention back to Harry. Hermione was still scolding him about the relationship between him, and mischief.

“Harry, you need to keep an eye out.” Hermione said, her eyes narrowing.

“Yes, Hermione, I know.” Harry replied back, opening another Cauldron Cake as she spoke.

“You need to be careful about your surroundings. You can’t just be wondering around at various times. We don’t want to find you dead in two days time.” Hermione continued on. Ron and I shook our heads in agreement, while Harry was happily munching on the cake.

“Are you even listening Harry?!” Hermione erupted again, a bit loudly. I quickly hushed her as we both glanced at Professor Lupin, who was still fast asleep.

“Hermione, I am.” Harry calmly said back, keeping extra quiet as a snoring Lupin moved a bit.

“I don’t go looking for trouble. Trouble usually comes looking for me.” Harry concluded.

Two weeks later, and there is still no sign of Sirius Black anywhere. Dementors have made the vibe of the school even worse, the cold becoming the most unbearable thing around. The suckish feeling of no absolute happiness and cheerfulness was wondering off day by day, and we were all getting sick of it. It’s only been 14 days, how are we going to deal with this for the rest of the year?

“(Y/N), could you pass the syrup please?” Ron asked, while stuffing his face with bits of pancakes.

Hermione looked up from her notebook. An immediate expression of disgust spread across her face as she put her quill back into her ink.

“Do you honestly ever stop eating?” She said, the tone of disgust more visible.

Ron rolled his eyes, earning a quiet laugh from Harry and I.

I was sipping some milk from my goblet when Harry scooted a bit closer to me.

“I can’t wait for tonight.” He said, a wide grin plastered onto his face.

“Me niether-”

“Are you two still going to the restricted section?” Hermione cried out, her eyebrows furrowing in frustration as she spoke.

“Yeah.” Harry said, laughing as I did as well.

“We just read in there. No harm done!” I say defensively.

Every other night or so, Harry and I sneak off to the restricted section of the library, under his invisibility cloak, and just read about the fascinating things in our world. It’s truly such a brilliant experience to share with someone like him. It’s almost, comforting.

Harry moved closer to me as Ron began to speak.

“And snog…” He blurted out, immediately lowering his head and gulping down some milk from his goblet as numerous giggles escaped from his mouth.

Hermione gasped as Harry kicked Ron under the table.

We don’t snog.” Harry said, his face towards Hermione. The amount of seriousness in his voice was incredibly shocking, and quite scary.

Truth is, we don’t. It’s kind of heartbreaking. You see, I’ve liked Harry for quite a while now. I’ve liked him ever since I first talked to him in History of Magic back in our first year. He was always so special to me, and so genuine. Harry was very welcoming towards me. He was there when nobody else was. He knew how to make me smile when I’m sobbing, to make me laugh when I’m frowning, and even giggle in the most serious of situations. Harry was everything that I needed in a boy. I loved him.

But it hurt even more that he would never like me back.

Harry’s been eyeing a girl from Ravenclaw named Cho Chang. He’s been basically drooling over her. He constantly looks at her, talks about her, and I’ve even caught him daydreaming about her sometimes. Hermione had always told me that that’s not the truth, but I never listened.

“Honestly Ron, where did you hear about two best friends snogging one another?” I nervously laughed, earning a chuckle from Harry. My heart broke even more.

I spent the rest of the day anticipating tonight. During the famous (and boring) lecture about why snail shells were important in a mixture of any potion from Professor Snape, I was fantasizing about how blissful tonight would be with Harry. How we could we finally alone, and embrace each other’s company. Of course, it’s going to be just as friends. In his mind at least.

“Daydreaming and drooling in my class, are we now Ms. (Y/L/N)?” Snape’s cold voice interrupted my dream. I felt dryness on my chin and soon brushed it away with the sleeve of my robes, realizing it was dried up drool.

“Five points from Gryffindor.” He said, dramatically walking away as his black cloak waved into my face, my hair blowing all over the place.

Groans from my fellow Gryffindors revived all over the classroom, advising that I did indeed was dumb enough to even use my imagination in such a class like Snape’s.

Malfoy chuckled in the corner.

The clock was approaching midnight. I crept out of my bed and made my way down to the common room, which was amazingly still blaring with warmth from the fire. I was waiting for Harry to come down.

I wrapped my sweater even tighter around myself as the excitement of tonight’s events opened up in my mind. I couldn’t wait.

“Ready (Y/N)?” A raspy voice said.

I turned my head to see Harry, barefoot, in his pajamas, and with the invisibility cloak folded quite sloppily in my hand. His hair was quite messy, like usual.

Why did he have to be so cute?

I bit my lip and nodded.

I scooted underneath the cloak with Harry, almost cuddling into him as he draped the cloak around us, making sure everything was covered. My heart began to race.

He was holding the an unlit lantern in his hand.

Incendio.” He whispered. A small flame grew into the now lit lantern, allowing a greenish glow to come upon our faces.

Alohomora.” I whispered as we walked in front of the entrance into the restricted section, my wand barely poking out of the two opening slits of the cloak.

We tiptoed our way to the shelf we most admired. It contained books about unknown and undiscovered potions and charms, and we loved just sitting and reading to each other.

He took the cloak off of us as our eyes gaped on the wonders in front of us.

“Oh look, they have the new volume of Charms: A Gift of Magic!” Harry excitedly squealed, being audible enough to become a whisper. He took the book in his hands, sat down with his back against the shelf, and began to read with the lantern in front of him.

My heart leapt with joy as I saw the book, Potions: A Force to Be Reckoned With still on the shelf, since it had been reckoned to be removed from its place due to the content inside. Last year, Hermione had checked out this book to make the Polyjuice Potion for Harry and Ron to find out who the Heir of Slytherin was.

I remember sitting in Myrtle’s bathroom with Hermione, reading threw the book as she made the potion. The content inside of it amazed me as I read it. Now, each time Harry and I come back, I always read it. I’ve read it a million times before, but, each time I read it, it’s like there’s something new.

“Still reading that?” Harry chuckled. He moved the lantern in between us, so that an even amount of light was granted to the both of us. I nudged him softly in the ribs in response.

We sat there, reading, for what seemed like hours. We read to each other occasionally, earning “Ooo!“‘s and “Aah!“‘s and “No ways!“‘s from one another.

After a while, my eyes had started drooping. Yawns started to escape my mouth more often, and I laid my head on Harry’s shoulder, whom was still reading intently.

“Tired?” He chuckled. He closed his book and put it off to the side. He laid his head on top of mine as he yawned himself. My heart lept with joy at this feeling.

Harry had wrapped an arm around me as I closed my eyes. He draped the invisibility cloak onto us, only leaving our faces to be clear.

“(Y/N)?” Harry mumbled.

“Hmmm?” I said, barely audible as another yawn escaped my mouth.

“Can I ask you something?” He replied, a tone of worry in his voice. I lifted myself up to look at him, the look of slight fright on my face.

“Anything.” I said, giving him a tired smile.

“Will you-erm-could you come under the cloak?” He quickly blurted out. Harry covered us with the cloak before I could respond.

“What is it, Harry?” I asked, the tone of fear and worry growing into my voice. I was truly worried, what could be so wrong?

“Will y-you-erm-go o-out with m-me?” He said.

My jaw dropped.

Excuse me?” I said in total disbelief. Did I just hear what I think I did, or am I just that sleepy?

“God damn it, I just knew you would react like this. I was so stupid for even asking you. It’s okay if you don’t want to be friends anymore, I understand.” He said, and expression of grief on his face. Harry’s voice had cracked a bit, and he sniffled. He was so hurt, but at the same time, I was so confused with what was happening. Shock became my best friend.

Harry was getting up. I grabbed him by the wrist, and looked into his eyes. A look of surprise was on his face, but I didn’t care.

“No, Harry. I do want to be friends with you. It’s just that, what did you say?” I asked.

“Will you go out with me?” He said. His eyes were locked onto mine, and his hand was holding mine.

“I th-thought y-y-you liked Ch-Cho.” I stumbled out, my words mixing in with the incredible force of realization.

“Well, I did. But then, I thought about you. I thought about your smile, and how it lightens up the whole room even when it’s at it’s darkest. I thought about your eyes, and how they glisten marvelously in the gleaming sun during the day, and how they shine threw the gloominess of the moon. I thought about your laugh, and how it made my heart leap with joy and love whenever I heard it. I thought about you, (Y/N), and how I loved you. Cho doesn’t have any of the things that you have that make me happy like how I am now. You’re so special (Y/N), and I love that. I’ve been wanting to tell you for a while, but, I thought it would’ve destroyed our friendship.” Harry lectured, his green orbs shining threw mine. I knew that he meant it. I knew that this love had it’s spark, and was blossoming into a relationship of a lifetime.

“H-Harry, you have no idea how long I’ve been waiting for you to say that.” I said back to him, smiling as tears welled up in my eyes.

He smiled back nervously while biting his lip. A small blush was creeping onto his cheeks.

“Erm..” He trailed off.

His lips quickly pressed up against mine, giving me a soft peck as he shyly backed away, the blush becoming deeper in color now.

I chuckled and said, “C’mon now, don’t be shy.”

I wrapped my arms around his neck as he wrapped his arms around my waist, pulling me close to him as he softly pressed his lips onto mine. This time, it being an actual kiss.

His sweet lips filled up mine perfectly. Their tenderness made me feel complete. It made me feel loved. He smirked into the kiss as his hand cupped my cheek, and deepened the kiss some more. They moved in synch, creating a feeling of warmness inside of me.

After a while, our lips parted.

His pressed his forehead against mine, with his hands softly caressing mine, and said,

“I’m so glad that you’re mine now.”, while pressing another sweet kiss on my lips.

I was about to say something else until we heard a door unlock, and an angry voice rose throughout the empty area.

“I know you’re in here! Show yourselves!”