now my friends see what i am talking about

Literally just all the sexual things Alexander Hamilton sent to John Laurens


“I love you.”

This one is pretty self explanatory. Men were much more intimate back in the 1700′s, forming bonds that seem very ~gay~ in today’s light. Homosexuality wasn’t a very understood thing back then because rigid moral codes and censured education prevented people from learning more about sexuality.

 But Alexander Hamilton knew.

 He grew up on an island where ‘Sodomites’ (gay people) were dumped and  allowed to mingle with the island population. Alex knew that there was a certain zone of interactions between men that went from being merely friendly to sexual. He clearly steps into the bounds of sexual while fully realizing it.

“In drawing my picture, you will no doubt be civil to your friend; mind you do justice to the length of my nose and don’t forget, that I [- - - - - -].”

Ahhhhhhhhh my son Alex, could you be more explicit? Alex here is obviously referring to his something else (you know) with the knowledge that John Lauren’s knows the size. This sentence right here is basically just one long ;).

 “Your friend” seems to be written teasingly, as if they both know how far from friends they are.

And we can only guess how dirty Alex got in those last six  CUT OUT words.

“Dear Boy” [sent by John Laurens]

John laurens calls his wife his ‘dear girl’, and here he calls Alex his ‘dear boy’.  Moreover, Laurens did not call any other man he ever wrote to as his ‘dear boy’. Laurens seems to see Alex as on the same level, if not higher, as his own wife.

“Did I mean to show my wit? If I did, I am sure I have missed my aim. Did I only intend to [frisk]? In this I have succeeded, but I have done more. I have gratified my feelings, by lengthening out the only kind of intercourse now in my power with my friend.”

This phrase right here I unfortunately do not see a lot when people talk about Alex and John’s letters. This, to me, is one of the most explicit. “Wit” also mean one’s you know what (here I give a nod to the Ravenclaw moto), so Hamilton’s saying he was pretty much just messing around with John the last letter he sent. This is the only sort of “intercourse” he is able to have with John, as they are both so far apart. He is incapable of ‘sexual’ intercourse because of their distance, so he feels he must, in the 18th century way, sext.

“I would invite you after the fall to Albany to be witness to the final consummation.”

As you might have already guessed, Alex is inviting John to a threesome on his wedding night. The idea that Alex feels so at ease inviting John to a threesome with his wife suggests they have already had something going for a long time now. 

“But like a jealous lover, when I thought you slighted my caresses, my affection was alarmed and my vanity piqued. I had almost resolved to lavish no more of them upon you and to reject you as an inconstant and an ungrateful –”

Here Alex compares himself to John’s lover, and a jealous one at that. John seems to be shying away from Alex’s bawdiness, as if realizing how strange their relationships is in retrospect. Alex is scrambling to hang on to him, even though he knows well what are and what happens to Sodomites. He would do anything for John while knowing the consequences. And John is too afraid to join him. And who the hell knows what the last word was.

“And believe me, I am lover in earnest,”

*cough cough* looks like John knows exactly what happens when Alex’s feeling frisky.

“She [Eliza] loves you a l'americaine not a la francoise.”

The French were renowned for their relaxed stance on extramarital love affairs, while Americans were more Puritan-minding and thought love affairs only should happen in church-sanctioned marriages. Thus Eliza has an a l’americaine love of John Laurens, rather than an a la francoise.

“You will be pleased to recollect in your negotiations that I have no invincible antipathy to the maidenly beauties & that I am willing to take the trouble of them upon myself.”

*cough* this sentence is a bit confusing, and could be taken a few ways. What I infer from this is that Alexander Hamilton is willing, and John knows this, to assume an air of femininity because he finds no fault with it. It was commonly noted by people who wrote of Hamilton that he was very feminine in comparison with other men of his day. Alex’s femininity seems to please John, the topic even having been discussed between the two in ‘negotiations’.

“My ravings are for your own bosom” Alex desperately misses Laurens’ intimate contact in a way that, in my opinion, could never be mistaken as simply friendship. Alex literally wants to be held by John. How fucking heartbreaking is that.

“Yrs for ever”

Ok, this one isn’t sexual, but I had to add it because it is so heartbreaking. This was Alex’s last farewell note to John. That is, if he even received it. He died shortly after Alex sent the letter; whether he read the farewell or not is all lost to history. Alex loved John so much, despite the fact that both already had a wife. He would have always loved him, even if they had grown apart…

That’s it folks: time for me to cry.

Can we talk about how I’m gonna fuck you up and how you’re not gonna see it coming and how even now my destructive tendencies are coming into play and
that’s why I told you what you said when you were drunk and
that’s why i snapchatted your best friend and
that’s why i told you about that other guy because
i am only good at burning bridges and this is getting too serious too close too much like something good something I don’t deserve so
i’m hitting the ground running, you know?
you won’t even see it coming.
—  god I’m so sorry for letting you think I was something good– lily rain
Sherlock’s got a girlfriend. Sherlock x reader/ John x friend! reader.

Summary: A conversation between you and John about your feelings for Sherlock.

You and Sherlock have been friends even before he met John. You’ve fallen in love with him but Sherlock’s never seem to notice. Now, he’s got a girlfriend. Janine. You even saw them kissing.

Now Sherlock had left and you were there with John. You showed up to the flat knowing Sherlock was not going to be there. You were so upset, but still needed the flat’s cosy sofas and some tea from Sherlock, or Maybe Mrs. Hudson would feed you. 

John was sitting in front of you. You were both really quiet. He was reading his newspaper but kept giving you glances from time to time. You were wrapped in a blanket and drinking tea. 

“Are you okay?” John finally asked.

“Why? I’m fine” you were not looking at him. 

More minutes of silence.

“So…he’s got a girlfriend now” John started.

“Yes…” Oh no, you knew where this was going.

“You know, we’ve known each other for more than three years now, and… I don’t feel you consider me your friend, a real friend, (Y/N)”

“You are one of my few friends, John” you were still not looking at him.

“Am I? Then why is it that you never talk to me?” John’s tone was soft. He was not pushing, but he knew how you felt. 

You finally looked at him.

“What do you want to talk about, John?”

He knew about your feelings for Sherlock. You were together when you found Sherlock and Janine together at the flat. When they kissed, John saw your expression. He could see everything so clearly? How could Sherlock not see any of that when he was so smart as he always said he was?

“Sherlock’s new girlfriend” he answered. 

“Yeah, sorry he broke your heart.”

John smiled sadly. He knew this could happen. You were always so joyful and childish, but now apart from sad, you were also upset. Sherlock hadn’t been able in all those years, not once; yet John could see right through you. 

“My heart is not the one that’s broken” he stated. John looked at you warmly. “You can talk to me.”

“Fine” you complained. Then you finally said “He’s got a girlfriend now, a girlfriend that is too dumb for him. I used to think I was too stupid for him, too ordinary. But next to her, really, I’m a genius”

“Janine is quite smart…” you interrupted him.

“This is all your fault” John looked surprised. “Yes, this is all your fault. You introduced her to him.”

“Maybe if you had come with us to that case…” John tried to defend himself.

“I was working. You know my boss is impossible”

“Then it’s your boss fault.” 

There was a small paused before you added in an angry tone:

“You know what? This is all Sherlock’s fault. He’s an idiot. I’ve been with him for the last three years. He was dead and then he wasn’t and I’m still here. It’s pathetic. I am pathetic.”

“No, you’re not”

“You’re pathetic too” you frowned “You’re still here too. How is that we even cope with him?”

“Because we both love him”

You stayed quiet. You were evaluating being completely honest with John and decided to trust him.

“I never have dates” you confessed “I just say I do and maybe Sherlock would react or do something. But he never does.”

“It’s because he’s Sherlock!” John giggled. He never thought you could say those kind of lies. You always looked so confident, so flirty. The last thing he’d doubt about you was your active love life.

“Maybe he’s reacting in the inside and doesn’t know how to express it” he added. “Maybe it’s because he’s never seen you with other guys. You’re the girl that always comes when he calls.”

“Thank you, John. I really appreciate it” you replied sarcastically.

“Then do it. Be with another guy in front of him”

“Isn’t that a little bit immature?”

“A lot. But Sherlock is immature in these matters” John smiled at you.

You smirked and leaned closer to him. His smiled slowly vanishing.

“Is this the way you make your move with me?” you asked in a seductive tone.

“What? NO!” John gulped. His cheeks were turning red. “Well, I wouldn’t mind…” he added in a whisper.

You laughed. You leaned even closer.

Oh Doctor Watson, are you nervous?” John gulped again “I promise I won’t bite you…” you smirked “Unless you want me to.”

Suddenly, Sherlock entered the room. You sat properly and gave John a wink before Sherlock could notice.

He did though.

Requests are open!

Gif not mine.

Originally posted by thistie

Hi!

So I’ve received two prompts asking me to try to fix today’s clip

I decided to join both prompts into this fic

I wrote this waaaay too quickly so it’s probably not really good

I tried to get the girls to talk and fix their things, I hope you don’t think it’s too rush up, I don’t think just a single conversation can solve this but like I’ve named this fic: It’s a start

Also, Yousef’s explanation isn’t that good but that is because I feel like I’ve written that explanation a thousand times now and I just don’t want to repeat myself

So basically this is me apologizing because this fic is probably a mess but I am also a mess right now so…yup

Prompts:

“since julie likes to pretend he died, could you please write something with yousef reaching out to sana after he somehow finds out what happened? texting her to see if she’s ok, her like why do you care, the fact that you’re dating my friend doesn’t make us friends, and yousef like wwhaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa” 

“ fix-it for the girl squad, they ask her why she did it, Sana think she needs to apologize but once she’s explained the girl squad apologizes for not listening or realizing something was wrong, also maybe she and Noora talk about Yousef and you slip in some Yousana somewhere in this mess of a prompt as well. ❤️”

I’ve changed them a little bit, hope you don’t mind.

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“I promise. We’ll be there” Chris said before hanging up the phone.

Sana could feel the tears rolling down her face and there was nothing she could do to stop them. She turned around to look at the window once again and she froze when she saw him. Outside her window, on the grass, Yousef was standing looking right at her. She noticed the exact moment when he realized she was crying. He saw his eyes widening, his lips forming a line, his hands turning into fists.

She quickly turned around hoping that he would let it be, but of course, he wouldn’t.

“Sana!” she heard him calling her “Sana, wait!”

She stood still in her place, her back still to the window.

“Sana, please look at me” he must’ve approached her ‘cause he sounded closer “Sana”

She took a deep breath and turned around slowly, her face still wet from the tears.

“Why are you crying?” he asked

He was now on the other side of her window.

“It’s none of your business” she said dryly

“I’m worried about you”

She just looked at him and stayed quiet

“Do you want to talk about it?” he asked “Maybe it’ll make you feel better”

“It won’t”

“Sana, you can keep all to yourself, you will explode. You need to talk to someone”

“And that someone is you?”

“I don’t see anyone else around here” he said shrugging

“Why are you even here?”

“I’m meeting Elias but he hasn’t arrived yet, your mom said I could wait here” he said and she just nodded “Come out so we can talk”

Again she just stared at him

“Come on, you’ll feel better”

She sighed. Why not? She couldn’t feel any worse than she already did. And as much as it hurt her, she had to get used to see him and talk to him, he was her brother’s best friend and…and he was Noora’s boyfriend, if there was any chance Noora and her could still be friends, she would have to deal with him too.

“Fine”

 -x-

He was sitting on the grass when she arrived. He looked up at her and smiled when he saw that she wasn’t crying anymore. She didn’t return the smile but she sat down next to him on the grass.

“Okay, tell me who made you cry so I can kick their ass”

Sana wanted to laugh at the irony, his girlfriend was one of the people that had made her cry.

“It’s just some stuff with my friends” she said

“Well, I’m listening”

“I…I guess I’ll start from the beginning” she sighed “I found out that this girl, Sara, was planning on throwing me out of the bus”

“I thought you were the bus boss”

“I thought so too. But they’re more and have more power so they could throw me if they wanted to. So I left before she could.”

“And your friends stayed?”

“They don’t know why I did it. The thing is that…after leaving the bus I found out that Sara had been saying nasty stuff about me and my friends, and even her friends. She had told Isak…”

“Even’s boyfriend” he said more as a statement than as a question

Yes, Even’s boyfriend. He had these conversations with Sara where she said all these things about everyone and I took pictures of the messages without Isak knowing. And then…then I made a fake instagram account and posted them. Not the ones about my friends though, I didn’t want them to feel humiliated”

“And did you post the ones about yourself?”

“Yes…I thought it would be a good plan so I wouldn’t get caught”

“Was that the only reason?”

“What do you mean?” she asked frowning

“You said you didn’t post the ones about your friends because you didn’t want them to feel humiliated, yet you posted the ones about you. Did you think like you deserved to feel that way?”

“No…I…I just…” Sana was speechless, that thought had crossed her mind sometimes and she didn’t expect him to see through her that way

“Sana, you know you don’t deserve to be treated that way, right? You deserve to be loved and accepted just the way you are”

“I know…”

“Do you?”

“This is not about that…it’s just” she shook her head and continued with her story “after creating the account I felt bad and I deleted it but the damage was already done. The pepsimax girls thought Vilde had been the one behind the account and made one to bully her, they posted pictures and videos of her. Do you know that Hei Briskeby video of yours? The one with the nudes for nudes and Elias?”

“Yeah…I didn’t know you watched our videos”

“The point is…They made a screenshot of it and tagged Vilde’s boyfriend to make him think that she had cheated on him with Elias”

“But she didn’t”

“I know and now Magnus, her boyfriend, knows too but for a while Vilde thought he was going to break up with her. I was ready to confess everything, it wasn’t fair to Vilde but then…Then Isak took the blame for me”

“He did?”

“Yeah, he figured out that I was behind the Sara account and he took the blame for me. The pepsimax girls apologized to Vilde and wanted to forget about everything but my friends, they wanted to tell the school. Isak could get expelled for something he didn’t do. So I told them the truth”

“You told them everything you’ve told me?”

“No, I told them that I was behind the Sara account. And they…they’re so mad at me, they won’t talk to me” Sana felt the tears coming to her eyes again

“Sana…”

“They hate me…Chris is the only one talking to me but Eva, Vilde and…”she hesitated before saying the name “and Noora”

She looked at him waiting for a reaction to that name, but all he did was stare at her with the same worried face

They won’t talk to me” she finished

“Have they even asked you why you did it?” he asked

She shook her head no and blinked letting the tears come out

“Well, if they don’t care enough to ask you how you are and why you did it, then they don’t deserve you, neither of them” he said

She looked at him kind of confused as to why he was talking about the girls like that, especially about Noora.

“Please don’t cry” he whispered

He moved his hand from his lap to her face, stopping in the air before touching her. He looked at her, waiting for her permission to touch her. She closed her eyes and nodded slightly. He took it as a confirmation and gently wiped away the tears from her face. She opened her eyes and saw him looking at her with a mix of concern and tender. She bit her lip feeling her heart pounding fast on her chest at the proximity.

“Sana?” she heard a girl voice saying

She looked to her side and saw the girls, Vilde, Eva, Chris and Noora, standing in her backyard. Elias was with them. She stood up quickly taking a few steps back so several meters would separate her and Yousef.

“Are we interrupting?” Elias asked “I found the girls on the door and let them in”

“No, no, you’re not interrupting anything. We were just talking” Sana explained abruptly, she focused on Noora then “There was nothing going on, we were just talking, I promise, we were just talking”

“Okay? You don’t need to explain anything to me” Noora said confused

“I just don’t want you to think that I would do anything with your boyfriend behind your back” Sana explained

“My what?” Noora blurted out

“What did you just say?” Yousef asked standing up

“Noora? Are you dating Yousef and you didn’t tell us?” Vilde asked

“No, I’m not dating Yousef, I’m not dating anyone” Noora said

“But I thought…” Sana said confused looking from Noora to Yousef and then back to Yousef

“Sana…” Yousef started but she interrupted him

“Why are you here?” she asked the girls

“We wanted to talk to you” Eva said

“Yousef, let’s leave the girls alone” Elias said

“But…”

“Yousef, come on”

He followed his friend out of the backyard, turning around to give Sana a last look before leaving.

“We’re here because we don’t want to be angry with you without knowing why you did what you did” Eva explained once the boys left

“Sana, we’ve noticed for awhile that you were changing, that something was wrong with you and we know we should’ve asked sooner, but we’re here now, we want to know why were you acting like that” Noora added

“Sara was going to throw me out of the bus” Sana said

“What?” Chris said

“I heard the pepsimax girls talking about it”

“Why didn’t you tell us?” Vilde asked

“Because…because I didn’t know if you already knew…”

“You thought we wanted you out?” Eva asked “Why would you think that?”

“You seemed to be having fun with them, you seemed to like them more than you liked me”

“Sana, you’re our friend, yes the pepsimax are fun, but you’re our friend” Chris said

“I just…I didn’t want to give her the chance to humiliate me so I left the bus, but then I found those texts between Sara and Isak, and I swear, Isak didn’t know anything about it, it was all me”

“You wanted revenge on Sara for trying to leave you out?” Noora tried to understand

“Yes…and no. I wanted you to see what kind of person she is” Sana explained “Vilde, Eva…Sara also wrote things about you two”

“Why didn’t you post them?” Vilde asked

“Because I didn’t want people to make fun of you, I was trying to protect you and instead of that I was the reason the girls made that account about you, Vilde”

“Hey, Sana that wasn’t your fault” Eva said “The pepsimax did that on their own”

“Yes Sana, that’s not why we’re angry” Vilde said

“Then, why are you angry?”

“Because you didn’t trust us. You chose hate over us” Noora said

“You should’ve told us about Sara when you found out, you didn’t have to go through that alone” Eva said

“And we’re sorry Sana, we should’ve noticed that you were suffering” Chris added

“I’m not the most opened person…” Sana said shrugging

“That’s not an excuse. We’re your friends, we’re supposed to notice when something is bothering you” Noora said

“We’re sorry Sana” Eva added

“I’m so sorry too, I should’ve told you sooner” Sana said

“Maybe we can start again? Try to be better?” Noora offered

“We can start by looking for a nice van for the 5 of us” Vilde said

“I thought you didn’t want a van” Sana said

“I don’t care anymore, the point is to be together” Vilde smiled

“Okay, group hug” Eva said opening her arms

All the girls embraced each other tightly. They pulled away laughing and sat on the grass.

“Hey Sana?” Noora said “Did you really think I was dating Yousef?”

“I saw you two kissing at SYNG” she admitted “And then I found out you met each other last week”

“That’s what you meant with “the thing with Yousef”, didn’t you?”

“Yes…what did you think I was referring to?”

“I thought he had told you he likes you” Noora said shrugging

“Wh…wh..what? what? Why would you think that?” Sana stuttered

“Sana, I kissed him at SYNG, he just kissed me back for a moment but then he pushed me away. He said he was sorry and that he couldn’t do it. Then he asked me to meet and he told me that he didn’t feel anything about me, that he liked you”

“He said that?” Sana asked blushing

Noora nodded smiling

“I was so shocked when you told me you didn’t like him back but now I get it, you thought I was dating him”

“I did…”

“So you like him?” Eva asked smiling

Sana just looked at her and bit her lip

“Ohhhh Sana is going to have a boyfriend!” Vilde teased her

“Nei Vilde”

 

 -x-

The girls left not long after that. They still had a lot of things to work out between them but at least it was a start.

She closed the front door after they left and turned around to go to her bedroom. Her heart skipped a beat when she saw him standing in the hallway.

“You scared me!” she said

“Did you really think I was dating Noora?” Yousef asked her

“She already explained it to me, I’m sorry I made assumptions” she said looking at the floor

“Is that why you’ve been avoiding me these past few weeks?”

She looked up at him and nodded

“I saw you kissing her”

“That kiss didn’t mean anything. I was…I was confused and I thought, I thought it would be easier for me if I just forgot about you” he explained “But then I realized that I didn’t want to give up on you”

“It really hurt me…and then I found out you were meeting her” she said

“I only met her to…”

“To tell her that you like me” she interrupted him

He widened his eyes and opened his mouth blushing.

“Well…yeah”

“Do you really feel that?”

“Yes, I like you Sana” he said looking at her eyes.

She smiled at him and was about to say something when Elias entered the hallway putting his jacket on and looking at his phone

“Yousef, Adam and the boys are here, come on” he said “Oh Sana, I didn’t see you there. Everything okay, here? Your friends already left?”

“Yeah, everything’s fine” she said

“Cool” he nodded “Come on bro, they’re waiting for us”

“Sure” Yousef said following his friend and walking past Sana

“Hey Yousef” she called after him making him turn around to look at her

“Yeah?”

“Me too” she said smiling before turning around, leaving a very happy Yousef and a very confused Elias behind her.

She entered her room, sat on the bed and smiled to herself.

Just like with the girls, she had taken a step forward with Yousef. And just like with the girls there were still a lot of things to solve, but it was a start.

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Again I’m sorry if this is a mess

I hope you’ve liked it

and thank you so much for reading!!♥

Deal? (Lafayette x Reader)

Words: 1800+

Warnings: cursing

Request: hey! could i request a lafayette x reader modern au, where laf is in france and he meets an exchange student from north america who is struggling with their french? hhhh i think that would just be so cute ❤ @strawbirby (did i tag the right person??)

A/N: i don’t know why it took me so long to write this


You walked into your dorm room, sitting your bag on the bed. You were put into a single, different from everyone else. You would have rathered sharing, to have someone to talk to on your experience in a different country, but this would have to do.

You flopped onto the mattress, looking at the open door. Different people from different countries walked past, some excited and some nervous. You opened your dictionary, studying some words that were pertinent to what you had to learn. Since you were an exchange student, you had to speak almost fluent French. It was easy to read and write it, and the verbal tests weren’t that difficult. But speaking it in the home country? That was a completely different from saying it in America.

“Are you Y/N?” You looked up, seeing a woman standing there. You nodded, placing your book to the side. The woman walked in, giving you a folder. “Monsieur Leroy told me to come and give you this. It’s a correction to your schedule, the last one did not have your speaking classes.” You thanked her, and she smiled, walking back out of the room. You glanced over the schedule, seeing that everything was pretty much the same.

You heard your phone ring, and glanced at it. Your friend, Peggy, picture shown, and you answered immediately, already missing her. “I didn’t know you woke up at seven in the morning before.” You joked, looking at the 12 on your clock.

“Y/N! I missed you!” She yelled into the phone, and you laughed, moving it slightly away from your ear.

“I just left yesterday, Pegs. How can you miss me so quickly?” You said, placing your phone between your shoulder and ear. As you crooked your neck, you began unpacking your belongings.

“Yes, but that’s still too long. When will you be back again?” She asked, and you heard some shuffling in the background. “Laurens, stop-” You heard her giggled, and rolled your eyes. The two of them were inseparable. “No, I’m leaving the room. Stop, you idiot, I need to talk to Y/N. Yes, she just left yesterday. Do you have a problem?”

“Am I interrupting something?” You said, smiling. You grabbed a hanger, putting your outfits together.

“No, John is just being John. Y/N, why did you have to go so far?” She complained, and you imagined her pouted lip, the usual expression she made when she was disappointed.

“Oh well, I don’t know. Maybe it’s because I’m majoring in French and international studies. But that’s just a guess.” You snickered, placing your clothes on the side.

“You know, I don’t need your sarcasm right now. Just-” The line cut off, leaving a tone ringing in your head. You sighed, throwing your phone on the mattress.

You walked out your dorm room, on a mission to learn where all of your classes were before you attended them tomorrow. As you were searching for one, you bumped into a taller fellow, his curly hair wrapped up in a bun on the top of his head. He wore a plaid shirt, the long sleeves pushed up on his forearm. You quickly said sorry in French, cringing at your terrible pronunciation. Whenever you were nervous, every single word jumbled up.

He gave you a kind smile, nodding at you. “It’s okay, mon ami. I know English.” You let out a sigh of relief, and he laughed at your reaction. “Are you a student?”

“Yes. I’ve just made it here today.” You glanced at the schedule in your hand. “Um, can you help me find this class? I’ve been looking for it for ten minutes now, and I cannot seem to find it anywhere.”

“Of course, anything for a beautiful woman like yourself.” You frowned slightly at his flirtatious behavior, but quickly assumed it was just French culture. You gave him the schedule, and he scanned the paper quickly. “Ahh, you have the same schedule as I.”

“Really? That’s interesting, I thought the international students had specific layouts.”

“They do, mon ami. I’m part of the program. It’s part of my major in international studies, I am to help any exchange students. Like yourself.” He winked, walking with you through the hallways. You could not help but feel slightly disappointed, thinking he was just helping you out of kindness. Now that you knew the real reason, it seemed like he was forced to do this.

“I see…” You said, saying nothing more. He looked down at you, grinning.

“Would you like for me to help you with your French? Since our classes are the same, I can help you understand.”

“I’m fine, but thank you.” You said, slightly annoyed.

“How about this: I help you with my mother language, and you help me understand things about North America. I plan to travel there next semester. Deal?” He asked again, stopping in the middle of the hallway. You bit your lip, considering the options.

You felt like you were pretty knowledgeable about your country, and him helping you in French would benefit you immensely. After looking at his face for a few moments, you nodded. “Oui.” You replied, and he laughed.

“Let me show you the rest of our classrooms.”

~

You soon learned that his name was Lafayette; the man had too many surnames for you to remember. You quickly nicknamed him Laf, and the two of you became inseparable. Every day after class, he would help you with your pronunciation, and you would teach him things about America that he didn’t know. He was surprised that something like pineapple would go on pizza, but he was willingly to try it, much to your dismay.

Your French was improving greatly, and since half of your classes were in the language, it was beneficial. Lafayette soon taught you slang and curse words, laughing at your face whenever you said one. You taught him English curse words, and could not help but grin at the way he said Fuck with a French accent.

“Ah, and what does this fuck actually mean?” He asked you, pursing his lips. You held back a chuckle, raising your shoulders.

“Honestly, it could be used for anything. A noun, an adjective, a verb, an interjection, an adverb, whatever your mind creates, you could probably put fuck in front of it.” You replied, sipping on your beverage. He nodded slowly.

“That’s fucking cool Y/N.” He said, and you spat out your coffee.

You noticed that he stayed by your side, barely paying mind to the other international students. He told you that he was supposed to help those students, but he seemed to ignore them. You asked him why, and he always shrugged, telling you that you were his one and only.

That definitely made you blush.

As the two of you were giggling about something in one of the study rooms, a professor walked up to you. You looked at him, and Lafayette smiled at the man. “Monsieur, how may I help you.”

“Ah, Gilbert, I see you have found someone to mentor. See, I told you, someone will partner up with you.” The professor laughed, looking at you. You gave him a closed-lip smile, glancing at Laf. His smile was slowly going down at the man’s words.

“Ah, monsieur, this is my friend Y/N. I am not with her just because of the partner program.” He said, his voice becoming harsh. You were now curious, looking between the two of them.

“What is he talking about?” You asked, butting in. The professor looked at you, surprised that you could understand french. You rolled your eyes.

“Ahh, it is required for his major. He is suppose to find someone to be a friend with, and communicate in both English and French. I assumed he picked you.” The professor walked away, ending his conversation on an awkward note. You looked at Lafayette, upset.

“So, I’m just an assignment? I’m just here to get you a good grade?” You said, rising out of your seat. Lafayette widened his eyes, shaking his head quickly.

“No, mon amour, monsieur is just telling you about an assignment that I had to complete. Please do not misunderstand.”

“Fine, tell me that you didn’t talk to me in the beginning just to complete your requirement. Tell me that I was not just a part of your grade.” You crossed your arms against your chest, looking at him. He pleaded with his eyes, not answering. You nodded, grabbing your bag off the floor and taking your notebooks off the table in front of you. “Guess this buddy system is over, Laf. You should find someone else to lift your grade.”

“Y/N, wait-”

You walked out the study room, slamming the door behind you. Some people gasped at the loud sound, looking at your figure walking out of the library. You felt the tears falling, staining your cheeks. You used your right hand to wipe away the unwanted tears, walking towards your dorm. Before you could walk in, an arm grabbed you, turning you around.

Lafayette was standing there, unwilling to let go. You pulled and pulled, but he resisted, making his grip tighter. “I swear Laf if you don’t get your arm off me right now-”

“Y/N, please, just listen to me. Can you do that?” He begged, his eyes never leaving yours. You nodded, and he let go of your limb. “Y/N, when I first met you, yes, I used you as a way to get a better grade. I will not deny this.”

“You ass-”

“Please, let me finish, mon amour.” You knew that he used that nickname to calm you down, and of course, it worked. “After getting to know the person you have become, I realized that I do not care about this grade. And I’m so sorry for treating you like a number. I liked you, I like you, as a person. And you are my only ami around here, but I could not help but see you more than that. Today, I was going to ask if you would like to go on an, how you say, outing with I. I wish for you to be my girlfriend, Y/N. You are not and will never be just a project to me.” He said, looking at the red of your cheeks pouring out onto the rest of your face.

You looked down, cursing this man in your mind for his eloquent words. You glanced back up at him, and he looked nervous, sweat pouring down his face.

You felt a drop of water hit your forehead, and looked up at the sky. Oh.

He wasn’t sweating. It was rain.

Good grief, you were always making up scenarios in your head. As you watched the rain fall, you heard the clearing of a throat.

“Y/N?” He asked, getting your attention back. “Did you hear what I said?”

“Oh, yes. Yes, I would liked to go on a date with you,” he smiled, and you glared at him, “But there better be nothing else coming out from someone saying that I’m a grade.” He nodded quickly, placing his hand in yours.

“Let’s be on our way, then.”

Delusional?

Okay. First try. Usually I’m not that kind of fan who writes a meta or something like that. I’m not that good with words, when it’s not my mother tongue. But this is something I have to write off of me now. It bothers me. I’m doing this mostly to reassure myself, that I’m NOT seeing things. Well, I hope so. Sorry in advance but…Please, listen…

So, I have this dear friend of mine (who’s a huge fan of BBC’s Merlin and loves The 100 as well), whose opinion I value very high, and she said a thing, that I can’t get out of my mind now. She said that everything Bellarke-related, the slight touches, all the stares, might be unintentional acting, especially by Clarke. And I considered it, I really did, to maybe be true. BUT… Then again… I’m a huge ArMor (Arthur/Morgana)-shipper (Merlin BBC), and you may think of this ship whatever you like but… In season 1 - and most of that fandom agree with this, as well as the actors themselves (Bradley James/Arthur Pendragon even said in an interview, that “they clearly fancied each other” in season 1) – they were written as a potential couple/love interest for each other. No-one can tell me otherwise. There are far too many hints/evidences for that, far too many “glances” and “touches” and even “words”, although they never really got together… Sounds familiar? (But due to the storyline and the introduction of ArWen (Arthur/Guinevere) as a pairing it was kind of clear that the writers would drop ArMor at some point – although it’s part of the Arthurian Legend itself. But that’s another story…)

What I’m trying to say is this: If you/we consider ArMor a thing in season 1 of Merlin and say/admit, that at this point they clearly fancied each other/had a crush on each other, how on earth can anyone POSSIBLY think, that Bellarke is unintentional at all?! I mean… Have a look at that if you please… (Disclaimer: GIF’s not mine! All rights to the owners.)

These are my ArMor-baes….

And these are my Bellarke-baes…

And have a look at that

and now at this

And here too

And look at that…

And (EVEN MORE INTENSE!)

And… (this isn’t even only S1)

Bellarke:

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The angst…

Bellarke baes:

Hugs (be still my heart):

Last but not least (and very dear to me):

Bellarke:

Even L said/realized it’s true. “You care about him?” –

And let’s not forget all the fuss about “weakness”

Let’s Murphy have the last word (or Kane, or Jaha… or who else realized only because of all their (of course only) unconditional acting around each other that they clearly have a thing for each other…):

No.

The writers did all these things ON PURPOSE. It can’t be otherwise. And the cinematography speaks for itself. All the zooming in on their touches or stares… And the things they SAID to each other up until this point of the show, all the “I need you’s” and “I trust you’s”, all the “I’d do everything! Please don’t kill him’s” and “We can’t lose Clarke’s/I can’t lose you’s” (not to mention Bellamy’s -  completely unintentional of course… – decision to run after Clarke, even though he’s gravely wounded… or the latest “If you’re on that list, I’m on that list – Write it down or I will”-confession…),

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as well as all the other things like the epic hugs or the neck-nuzzles – and yes, Clarke’s nuzzling too (I TOTALLY would do this with a platonic friend of mine…unintentionally… of COURSE… who am I kidding >.<). Can it possibly be more obvious? I don’t know. But these are the facts. They can’t be overseen or ignored. And I think… even if I’m preoccupied because I’m a reader of the novels by Kass Morgan, there’s definitely a visual (sexual) tension between our lovelies. And I think they were planned right from the start. As the slow burn of all slow burn-relationships - to keep up the tension. That’s why there are so many hints even in the first series. If there would be ANYTHING that reassures me that Bellarke is endgame at last, than I could endure EVERYTHING on the way, even one-night-stands and other crushes. *sigh*

So… tell me guys… am I seeing things, or what? I wished, that my friend would be able to see the show through my eyes every now and then. The fact, that she smiles a bit over metas like this, or hardcore-shippers (and I am one of these) for that matter, saddens me more than I could’ve ever imagined. I have too much time I guess… *sigh* But that’s nothing we couldn’t solve or talk about. And that makes me happy again. I trust us. ;)

But please, guys, I’m not delusional, or…

  • Cyborg: You know he used to tell me how wonderful you were, but guys always say great things about their girlfriends until they break up. That's when the truth comes out.
  • Raven: Cy-
  • Cyborg: You know I've waited 10 years to find out what he really thinks about you. Do you wanna know what he thinks about you now that you're broken up?
  • Raven: I dont want to talk about that. You know I just came down here to tell you are an unappreciative little jerk.
  • Cyborg: ....
  • Raven: And if you are so uncomfortable around me that we can't be friends, now that I'm not seeing Beast Boy, then maybe we were never friends at all. And I want you to tell me to my face.
  • Cyborg: Now that your broken up he still tells me how wonderful you are. He is completely broken hearted over what he's lost.
  • Raven: So am I.
Business and Pleasure (Spencer Reid Fluff)

Summary ~ Faking a relationship, turned into something you hadn’t expected

Words ~ 1020

Request ~ No

I sat on my couch waiting for my roommate/best friend to get home from work.  I heard the door open and I looked over to see Spencer. He slammed the door dropping his coat and bag on the floor before walking straight into his room and shutting the door hard. I was shocked I looked between his door and the front door, trying to figure out what just happened. I got off the couch walking over to his coat I hung it up and walked over to his door.
“Spence” I said opening the door I saw his laying face first on his bed. I sat down on the bed rubbing his back asking him what was wrong.
“Work” He said rolling over.
“What happened?” I asked.
“The guys don’t take me seriously. They think I am just a brain, Morgan doesn’t talk to me about normal guy things, and when I try and join in with the conversation they just laugh and say ‘You wouldn’t understand kid’ The girls treat me like an innocent teen that knows nothing. I am just sick of it, I know just as much about girls as the other guys do” He rubbed his hands over his face annoyed.
“Aw sweetie, did you say anything to them?”
“That would make me look like a dork” He sighed, I pulled him into a hug rocking him side to side.  We pulled away and I gave him a sympathy smile. He looked at me shocked and then looked me up and down.
“Wait you are a girl” He said.
“Are you only realizing this now?” I laughed.
“Help me” He groaned.
“What do you want me to do?”
“Okay this is going to sound crazy but what if you came to work tomorrow and 'surprised’ me and pretended to be my girlfriend, then the guys would see that I know about girls” he said hopefully.
“I dunno Spence that sounds kind of risky, what if they realise I am just a friend?”
“But they won’t, you will show up with lunch for both of us, I will hug you kiss you on the cheek, we will talk like normal because we practically talk like a married couple already. Then you will say goodbye” I looked at the hope in his eyes.
“What do you want for lunch?” I smiled
The next day I got up and spent extra long making sure I looked good. I wanted to really impress Spencer’s friends. I was kind of excited about pretending to be Spencer’s girlfriend. I like the idea of him calling me his. I put on my outfit checking myself in the mirror. I went to the office asking at reception what floor Spencer Reid was on. I got a lot of looks as I walked down the halls looking for the right place. I saw him standing beside a tall guy and a skinny blonde girl.
“Babe” I said walking up to him. He turned around smiling and brought me in for a hug.
“I didn’t know you were coming today” He smiled.
“Surprise. I brought lunch” I said holding up a bag.
“Thanks hun” He said intertwining our fingers. “You look gorgeous as always”
“Well I have to compete with you”
“There is no competition, do you want to eat at my desk?” He asked.
“Sounds fun” I smiled.
“Hold on Reid, are you not going to introduce us?” The guy asked.
“Hey, I’m Y/N”
“Nice to meet you I’m Morgan this is JJ”
“Lovely to meet you”
“So how come Reid has never told us about you?”
“We don’t like to mix business and pleasure” I said winking at Spencer.
“Oh my God” He laughed.
“And there is a lot of pleasure?” Morgan said sarcastically.
“Well lets just say that the case isn’t the only thing that keeps him up at night” I laughed.
“Okay that is enough, lets go eat” Spence said pushing me away chuckling.
“Nice talking to you” I said over my shoulder. We sat down at his desk and laughed slightly.
“Wow you are really good at this” Spencer said.
“Yeah, well you weren’t so bad yourself. We ate our lunch and chatted like we normally do, then we said goodbye.
“I’ll see you tonight babe” I said wrapping my arm around him.
“Yes you will” He said before pulling out of the hug. He looked behind me briefly and then back at me. Suddenly his lips were on mine and his hand was on my cheek. I loved the kiss, I had imagined it before but it was nothing like this. I savoured the feeling and the taste until be pulled away.
“Bye babe” He said smiling. I smiled back turning around and walking out. I walked home in a daze of happiness, confusion and sadness. Why did he kiss me? Was it just the act? Does he like me?
I sat at home once again waiting for him to get home, I wanted to play it casual and act like nothing had happened but I knew that I would burst if I didn’t ask him. He walked in the door hanging up his coat and looking over at me.
“Hey” He smiled.
“Hi” He kicked off his shoes and sitting down beside me. He took the remote searching through the channels and I couldn’t keep my eyes off him.
“You are staring” He said his eyes never leaving the TV.
“Why did you kiss me?” I blurted out.
“I thought it would help with the act” He said looking at me.
“Oh so it was just for the act?” I questioned. There was a long silence as he stared at me, I could see the debating in his eyes before he broke the silence.
“No” He leaned closer and pressed his lips to mine. “I like you” He said between kisses.
“I like you too” I smiled into the kiss. He broke the kiss abruptly.
“Really?” He said shocked.
“Of coarse, even when you had weird long hair” I laughed.
“Shut up” He groaned leaning back down.

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Snapchat ~ crazey_jadey

Thoughts while watching the Unauthorized Portal 2 musical

In case yall thought I couldn’t geek out about anything but Undertale, I’ll have you know I had a very unhealthy relationship with Portal and Portal 2 for a while. So I thought I’d provide some play-by-play commentary as I watched the Portal 2 Unauthorized Musical for the first time. Spoilers and a VERY long post under the cut. This goes up to the intermission, because that’s about when I passed out from exhaustion yesterday. Will finish and reblog with more thoughts tonight!

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PENETRATORS SQUAD IMAGINE (pt 4)

Imagine being the first and only girl in the Penetrator Russ bus.

Author’s Note: Part four for you guys, and, as usual, it’s huge! I have some good and bad news for you. The good one is that I’ll make a part 5! Hahahah and the bad one is I have absolutely no fucking idea how to end this, so I literally don’t know how many parts it’ll have, I’m so so so so so sorry about it. Also, this part right here, there’s *insert Chris voice* DRAAAAMA! Hahahah enjoy sweet angels!

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Winwin- Fragile

Group: NCT- Winwin

Theme: Request-  Badboy au: comes off as intimidating due to his silence and his looks but he isn’t a bad person + his shy crush approaches him

Type: One shot- fluff

Plot: You went through just another ordinary day at school until you found Winwin alone at the library where you decided to go talk to him.

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I am not good for you. (Part 4)

Type: mini-serie.

Pairing: Jace Herondale/Wayland/Lightwood X Reader.

A/N: there is Clary too but this is a Jace x Reader, sorry for who ship Clace. I ship Clace also 💕but this imagine is based on a dream i made a few nights ago. And also i’m sorry for any mistakes, English isn’t my first language and i wanted to share this with someone.


“Wow…you are so flawless!” Izzy gasp.
She has just entered in my room with Alec. I am in front of my mirror studying my reflection, i am wearing my wedding dress and I’d be lying if i said that i do not like it.
It would be the perfect wedding, just as i had always imagined it if it weren’t for the groom. In these past days i spend every moment with him because Maryse forbidden me every mission and forced me to stay with him before the wedding to make us know and he is beautiful i do not have nothing to say about this. He has curly brown hair, brown eyes and his jawline is so sculpted that makes your own jawline drop just watching him. But this as no effect on me.
“Thanks Izzy and you are stanning as always.” i give a small smile at her, she is wearing a long emerald green dress with a couple of his inseparable high heels.
“Are you alright?” asks Alec.
“Yes, i was just thinking.”
“Y/N, you are not forced to do it if you do not want, you can go back.” continue Alec.
“No, i want to do it. It is just…James is nice but i do not feel anything like what you should feel in these cases, you know? I should be happy and anxious and all those things but i feel anything.” i explain.
“Then call of the marriage. If you think that marrying James you will be able to forget Jace you are wrong. If you marry him you lose the chance to stay with Jace.” Izzy replies.
“Why everyone think i do this because of Jace? I told him that we can stay togheter and i already lost my chance. Now i need to be alone, sorry.” i excuse myself quickly running out of the room and head to the greenhouse, my favorite place in the entery Istitute. Every time i need a little time for me the greenhouse is always where i go. After a little time Jace always reached me with a cup of my favorite tea and biscuits, then we went in my room and watched my favorite cartoon. He kept me company for as long as i need, especially in the beginning, when i lost my parents. He has even planted tulips, my favorite flowers, only for me. He was always here for me, not just like a brother or a friend, i just see it now. He was falling for me just like i was falling for him. I am a fool. 

“Y/N.” i turn around hearing my name and i saw Clary.  “Can we talk please? I want to say something to you.” 

 “Go heated” i nod. 

 “I know is the day of your wedding and maybe is to late or maybe not but i want to talk about Jace. I do not know if you seen him in this week but is upset. He talked to me about what happened between you two and belive me if i say that is the wrong choice. Between me and Jace there are nothing. Ok, honestly i like him, he is a great guy but he do not want me. You have every right to hate me but if you do not come back you regret it.” she say firmly looking in my eyes.

“I do not hate you Clary, i never have. I hate the changes and the fact i am not able to heandle them. I lost every member of my family, i am the last Y/L/N, i change family and house…Then you come out and everything chaged: Jace has canged, my relationship with Jace, the true about Maryse and Robert and Valentine. I am about to marry and this change my wole life. And i care about Jace, a lot, but he is out of my launge, he is perfect in every way and i am not good for him. He can have every girl of the Shadow world or Mundane world if he want. He will be happy, so please stop, stay besaide Jace for me, you are good and i do not hate you, i ammire you.” i confess and she smile in the end.

“I am sorry, trust me i know how you feel, a month ago i belive i was…i do not know, normal? Now i am here and i am a sort of power girl that i belived existed only in the movies.” she laughs making me smile and then she retun serious. “This is not the right way for everything you are trying to do, now you can do something for your own, you can choice. He do not want me or any girl of the Shadow World or Mundane World, he want you, he loves you and you love him too.”

“Please stop.” i sigh tired. “I love him i really do, but i am easy to forgot and i can try to forget him too. And for the hundred time this is the right choice.” i add.

“Right choice for what? Are you trying to convince the other or you saying this?” she says tilting her head to on side looking at me.

“I’ve already decided. Forgive me now but i have to go, the marriage is about to start. I will see you there.” i say to her and run away for the second time. I just want peace, a little time with me and me before the wedding but it seems i have no time, the cerimony is about to start. When i reach the room where they organized the wedding i see Alec out of the door waiting for me and when i approach him he istantly hug me and for a while we remain for a while embracing each other.

“Ok, let’s do it.” he whisper and i nod. We turn towards the door just the moment it is open and i feel my breath stop. The room is full but i know only Clary already here, Simon and Magnus in the first row, Robert, Max and Maryse in the other and Izzy standing in front of the altar with James waiting for me. I do not see Jace, i look at Alec and he must have noticed because he looks at me with a sad look. I smile at him and shock my head.

“Let’s do it.” i agree, he reach my arm and in the moment we hear music we start to walk down the aisle. I could never thank Alec enough for doing this, my legs are weak and probably if he does’t hold me i could easly fall down. I hold thigter Alec’s arm and smile embarassed at the people. I am not exagerate if i say that doing this is the most embrassing things i ever do. We reach the altar and James took my hand and helps me up while Alec goes sit with the others.

“You are beautiful.” James smile at me and i to him. “Thanks, you too.”


It is time for James Blackwine and Y/N Y/L/N to mark each other with the wedding union rune. A rune on the hand, a rune on the heart. A union is born.


Here we are. The Silent Brother approaches us, i take my stele and grab James’s hand. 

“Are you alrght? You are shaking.” James says warried and i just nod. I close my eyes and take a deep breath trying to calm my shaking. I open my eyes and i start to approach his hend with my stele.
“Y/N wait.” i heard a strong and weak voice who i recognize as Maryse. “Do not do this.” she add and i turn to look at her with my eyes out in shock.
“What are you saying?” James speaks for me.
“I am sorry James, but i can not do this to her. She is like a dauther to me and i can not ruin her life. Y/N i know in these past weeks i was rude with you and i am sorry, i was worried about the future of our family and i lost my mind. I know i am rigid sometimes but i love you, as my child and i am forced you to marry and i can not allow this.” her voice crack while every guest start whispering and murmur. I step back and i feel two hands on my wrist, Isabelle’s hands who is trying to keep me up.
“I only accepted for you, because i am convinced if i marry today maybe you finally saw me like your family. I was convinced that to you i am just a burden, a weak girl who do not belong here. I only do this for you! And now you are trying to stop me!” i burst out at her. Now also Alec and Magnus are on my side with worried face but i push everyone away from me. I can feel every part of my body shaking but for the rage now, i clench my fists pressing my nails on my palm. She trying to hold her tears back while she nervously taking a step towards me.
“I know, i was wrong. One day maybe you can forgive me and understand me. I can not force you to marry a guy you do not love. I’ve been watching you these days and what i’ve seen is a kind and strong girl who tried to prove herself but you are more than you think and i am trying to do something good for you.” she remark, guilty obvsious in her voice. I shock my head and wipe the tears that threaten to quit and for the first time i look around the room and i see shocked and confused people and even some are crying. I turn to look at Isabelle and Alec who are looking at me with a huge smiles on their faces but concern in their eyes. Witout a word i bolt out of the wedding to my room and lock the door. I lean against the door pressing my palm on the wood, i trying to fight my tears back biting my lips harde as i can  but my troath hurt so much and my lungs are on fire, my brath are short and fast when sudently a pair of strong arms hug me from behind and i jump, but i immediatly recognize Jace’s perfume.
“Sssh…everithing it is okay.”
I remove my hands on the door and i grab disperatly Jace’s arms on my waist while i trying to calm myself. I rise my head in search of air making. I lean my back on Jace and he strengthens his grip on my body. Jace’s mouth found my neck and begin to kiss me slowly and sweetly, gently rocking us. After a few minutes i calm down and the room is completely silent, i can hear only our breaths. I lower my head when i can feel my lungs breath properly and my body relax. Jace’s grip loose my waist and slowly turn me towards him until we are face to face. His hand reach my wet cheeks removing the tears while the other are pressing on my lower back for keep close our bodys. I can not help myself but noticing how muscolar he is, i have seen his body thoutausand time but never this close. I let my hand sliding down his harms and up on his shoulders, i look down and i can see our bodies pressed togheter, my face burning at the closeness. I look at his soft skin, just a little red and his pinkie lips. When i look in his eyes once again his expression is intense and loving.
I feel my mouth get dry, i trying to say something but before i do it he close the gap between us and cover my mounth with his in a soft kiss and i immediatly kiss him back. His lips are so soft, more than i had imagined. He taste my lips with is touge and the soft peck turns in a passionate and hungry kiss. My hand found place behind his neck and his arms around my waist tigthened the grip pulling me into him. We broke the kiss feeling the urgency to catch a breath. He still keeps me close while our foreheads touching, our breaths are fast and we have big smiles on our faces.
“I am so sorry Jace.” i says breathless.
“You do not have anything to be sorry for. You did what you felt right to do but now i will never let you go and you better stop saying that you are not worth for me. You are enought to me, you are everything i need because i love you.” he confess never break eye contact with me.
“I love you too, i really do.” i says feeling my heart beating agaist my chest. With that he kiss me again and again and this is everything i need too. Suddently i broke the kiss and i push him away a little.

“Wait. What were you doing in my room?” i looking suspiciously at him and he smirk.

“I was waiting for you obviously. I know you would not marry that guy, i am something you’ll regret losing, love.” he says cocky and he throws me in the bed laughing then jump on top of me.


A/N: Well, this is the last part, it is kinda bad but i hope you’ll like it.



The Ex Problem - Steve Randle Imagine

A/N: After I write all imagine, HC and preference requests next week, ships will be going up! This was requested by @cotton-beetle

Word Count: 450

Warnings: Innuendo mention (?)

Pairing: Steve Randle x Reader

Hand in hand, my boyfriend and I walk down the sidewalk. We had decided to walk to the high school for the football game happening tonight. “Are we meeting Soda and his girl there?” I ask, running my fingertips across his roughed up knuckles.

Nodding, Steve smiles at me. “But you and I are still gonna spend some time alone together.”

“During the game? Or back at your house after?”

“Both.” Steve’s smile morphs into a sly smirk. “I’ll definitely make sure we get to be alone after the game.

I kiss his cheek. "I look forward to it.” We walk to the school’s football field, find Soda and Sandy and sit down by them.

Steve wraps an arm around me while I look around to see if I recognize any faces in the mass of game attendees. After spotting an ex of mine, Jake, I smile. We ended on good terms and he’s dating my friend now. “I’m gonna go say hi to someone,” I tell Steve before getting up and walking over to Jake.

When Jake sees me, he smiles. “Hey, Y/N!”

I stand and talk with Jake for a bit, oblivious to the fact that Steve is not happy until Jake asks if I’m seeing anyone. “Yeah, I am!” I turn around, about to point Steve out to Jake, when I see the furious look Steve is giving me. “Hang on…” I mutter to Jake as I begin to make my way back to Steve.

Coldly, he asks, “What are you doing? Or should I ask who?”

“Steve! That’s just Jake.”

Steve clenches his jaw. “Isn’t ‘Just Jake’ your ex-boyfriend?”

“Yes. He’s also my friend. It that a problem for you?”

“Yes. Yes, it is. You can’t be friends with him.”

Cocking an eyebrow, I scoff. “If that’s how you’re gonna be, then I’m out of here.” I wave goodbye to Jake and storm off, not really caring if I make a scene. After jamming my cold hands into my pockets, I walk off the school grounds and begin to walk up and down the dimly lit streets of Tulsa.

I meander for what must be at least twenty minutes when someone grabs my arm. Whipping around, my heart pounds against my chest as I prepare to fight whoever it is until I see that it’s Steve.

“Babydoll,” He says sheepishly, “I had no right to act like I own you or something.”

I smile softly and hug him. “Thank you for apologizing.”

Steve’s strong arms wrap around me, pulling me closer to him. “Thank you for forgiving me, baby.”

Our True Love - Chapter 7

A/N: So here comes the seventh chapter! Yes, Bucky is in this one. I hope that you will enjoy this story! (Sorry in advance for any grammatical errors in my stories!)

Previous Chapter(s): Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 4 | Chapter 5 | Chapter 6

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader
Warnings: None
Word count: 1,603
Summary: Reader and Bucky doesn’t get along well after his marriage to Rosaline. Will her friendship with Bucky last or will they crumble and fade?

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Richard insisted that he walks me home after dinner tonight.

It wasn’t that far from the restaurant where we just had our dinner. But he wanted to walk me home anyways because he does get worried over me. Harry was such a nice and cool guy. He seems calm and collected and is really passionate about his job. The best part about that dinner was watching Richard’s eyes sparkle as he talks with Harry. They are getting closer and closer.  

“So, Rosaline told me what happened.” He says while tucking his hands into his pocket. My heart drops and I feel the colour drain from my face. Oh gosh. I’m dead aren’t I? Richard is really protective of Rosaline.

“Thank you.” I look up at him surprised. He scratches the growing stubble on his jaw before tucking his hand back into his pocket.

“She took your advice and gave Bucky another chance. They are talking things out now to see how to deal with their issues.” He looks at me with that sparkling green eyes of his. Relief washes over me.

“I’m sorry I did that to her. I should have been gentler.” He laughs before wrapping an arm around my shoulders.

“If you didn’t, then she would have still been the stubborn sheep that she is.” I smile at him. I wrap my coat around my body to cover myself from the chills.

“I’m glad things are going to be better between them now.” I answer truthfully, even though there is a little sting behind those words.

“You’re okay with it?” He asks me with a curious tone. I look at him surprised.

“What do you mean? Of course, I am.” I say blinking at him curiously back. He runs his fingers through my hair once.

“I see the way you look at Bucky. Or even the way you talk about him. You care for him more than as a friend. Remember that night when I called?” He asks gripping a little on the ends of my hair. I nod slowly.

“You don’t think he has feelings for you too?” He asks me straight on. I feel the whole world shift. Memories of our time spent together come flooding into me all at once and I feel faint. I can physically feel the pain in my head thinking of that mere possibility. But, I brush it off as soon as I gain control of my mind again.

“No, B… Bucky wouldn’t. We’re just friends. That’s all.” I say brushing my hair away from my face. I can still feel Richard’s eyes on me.

“All right then.” He answers.

When I open the door to my apartment, it was pitch black. I blink before looking at the lights in the hall. Richard looks at me.

“What is it?” He asks. Fear creeps up into me.

“I left the kitchen light on when I went to the restaurant.” Richard looks at me before pulling me away from the door.

“Let me check. Stay here.” Richard says as he walks in. I bite my lower lip and follow after him anyways.

“Who’s there?” Richard suddenly calls out. I quickly stand next to him to see a figure lying down on my couch. When the figure moves I gasp.

“Bucky? What are you doing here?!” I ask. I turn on the living room lights. He’s wearing his combat suit with weapons around his body still. He sits up on the couch.

“And how’d you get in here??” I ask angry at him.

“I wanted to see you, Y/N. You weren’t in the office. And you’d think I need keys to get into your home?” He says while looking at me with a serious face.

His hair a little tangled here and there. Small stains around his suit and neck as well. Must’ve been another nasty mission. I scan around his body to make sure that there are no injuries on him. Looks like he is good this time.

“No, I left the office early because I had dinner with Richard and his friend.” I say while looking back at Richard. The atmosphere in the living room suddenly turning a little dark. I look back over at Bucky who is wearing a rather angry expression.

“James, why aren’t you back home with Rosy? I thought you both worked things out?” He asks putting on a dark smile.

“We did. I just wanted to see Y/N.” Bucky says while reaching for my arm to pull me behind him after he stood up. I look at him confused.

“Is that so? Shouldn’t you go and see your wife first after coming home from a mission?” Richard asks again, keeping that strain on his voice.

“It is my business who I go and see first. I thought I told you to keep away from Y/N.” Bucky’s voice a little threatening. Richard’s smile turns into a laugh.

“Is it really your business to tell me what to do? Or even to tell her what to do?” Richard says calling out to me. I was speechless. Afraid if I step in, I might make things worse. Bucky glances over at me before back at Richard.

“I’m keeping her safe from you. I don’t want her getting hurt.” Bucky threatens again. I shift my attention back and forth to Bucky and Richard. What does Bucky mean by that?  

“Safe from what? The chance of her falling in love with me? Who’s the one hurting who here?” Richard says approaching Bucky boldly. I gasp, surprised at what Richard had said. Even Bucky seems to jolt back from that comment.

“You just stay away from her, you hear me?!” Bucky yells while grabbing onto Richard’s shirt and pulling him in to stare him down. He really looked like he’s about to put a bullet in Richard’s head. I quickly reach up to pull Bucky’s arm away from Richard.

“Stop it! Bucky! Let him go!” I shout at him. Bucky looks at me before tossing Richard down onto the floor.

“I told you to not get involved with him anymore, didn’t I??” Bucky turns to yell at me. I move past him and down to help Richard back up on his feet. I check and see if he had hurt himself anywhere.

“I can be with whoever I want to, Bucky. Why are you so angry at him?” I yell back as loud as Bucky did to me. I can see the anger erupting from inside of Bucky. Enough of this pointless cat fight. I turn to look at Richard.

“And you! Why are you also so crossed with Bucky? Isn’t it enough that Rosy and Bucky made up with each other?” I yell at Richard. Richard widens his eyes while looking at me. He didn’t expect that I would yell at him either. Even Bucky was surprised to see me yell at him.

“Both of you need to stop this nonsense. I don’t want either of you harbour such a deadly atmosphere whenever you see each other. I don’t like getting caught up in it!” I say as I pull both him and Richard out towards the door.

I push them out with all of my might to the point that it even surprised me that it worked. Both of them are bigger and taller than me after all. They look at me, clearly surprised to see me so angry. I look over at Bucky.

“You! Stop being so harsh to your brother-in-law! I don’t know why you hate him so much, but I don’t like you treating your family like that!” I look over at Richard.

“And you! You too need to stop always being so angry at your brother-in-law. If you want your sister to be happy, then you need to find a way to get along. Stop trying to show who’s better than who!” I say angrily.

“Until you both make it work as well, I will not talk to either of you. Go camping, handcuff to each other, whatever. Just go and work things out together!” I say as I slam the door shut. I hear a loud knock on the door as both of them call out for me. Then I hear a loud shouting before stomping footsteps down the hallway.

I slide down the door of my apartment while holding my forehead in my hand. I have a spinning headache. I’m tired of this. Tired of my own mixed emotions about Bucky. Tired of Bucky’s outbursts and Richard’s hatred towards him. Tired of being caught up in their fights. Tired of being yelled at by Bucky for no reason. It feels like one after another, after another.

I need a break.

“Y/N…” I hear Bucky calling me out from the other side of the door. I sit up, surprised that he’s still here.

“I’m sorry.” He continues. I remain quiet. His voice sounds broken.

“I’ll do what it takes to make you happy again.”

Tears cloud my vision. I wipe them away from my eyes and breathe out. I hear Bucky leaning against the door himself. A few moments of silence. Did he leave?

“Just, please don’t push me out of your life again…”

That comment made my heart flutter and break at the same time. I wanted to throw open the door, hold him and tell him that I will always be there for him. To tell him that I would never leave him ever again because of how heart-broken he sounded when he said that.

But when I did end up opening the door, he was gone.

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A/N: Let me know what you think and if you are liking this series so far or not. I hope you enjoyed it! Thank you for reading. <3 

Next chapter coming soon!

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Special Time of Year/// Sirius Black x Reader

Originally posted by marauders-scrapbooks

Request: I hope you don’t mind writing something else with Young Sirius! I just think you write him really well:) could you do one where the reader is Remus’ twin and they are at the Kings cross station because it’s christmas and Sirius’ family isn’t here to pick him up so Remus asks him to go to theirs for christmas. During the night Sirius comes to the readers room and tells her he had a nightmare and she comforts & tells him that she has feelings for him and he does too? Thanks so much you are great!

A/N: Thanks! I’m happy to write anything you guys want. I actually think this is a really good idea. Requests are open. Enjoy!

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    The entire ride home Sirius was very quiet. You might’ve been the only one to notice or at least really notice but you saw it clearly. Whenever someone looked at him he would smile and he would say things here and there so that no one would notice but you saw past that. 

    When he thought no one was looking he looked sad but unfortunately you caught him once or twice. You decided not to say anything even though you really wanted to. It was showing in your mood. 

   “(Y/N),” Remus called. You turned towards your twin. “Did you hear my question?” You shook your head. 

   “I asked if you had been naughty or nice this year?” You shrugged. “What’s your problem? You’re acting weird.” You and Sirius made eye contact for a moment but your eyes shifted away. 

    “Nothing,” you said with a slight laugh. “For the record I’ve been very very nice. According to some of the girls in our year you’ve been a bit naughty.” Remus looked down at his feet while James burst out laughing. You knew that would shut him up. Hopefully, he would leave you alone for a little while. 

    You went back looking at Sirius who was now looking out the window. His eyes were full of pain but not the obvious type of pain that just anyone could recognize. This was different. What was going on in his mind?


    When the train arrived at the station everyone rushed to get off. Remus practically pulled you off of the train. Once on the platform you spotted your parents and rushed forward to hug them. 

    “So glad to have you two home,” your mother said with her arms wrapped tightly around you. She asked Remus and your father to go get the bags and you rolled your eyes but didn’t protest. You saw James smiling and talking to his parents and nearby Peter mom was hugging him and from what you assumed, asking if he was eating enough. But you couldn’t seem to find Sirius.

   Your eyes roamed the platform but you couldn’t see him or anyone that looked similar enough to be his relative. You craned your neck to see if you could spot him anywhere. Finally, you saw him, making his way to the exit.

   “Uh…I’ll be right back,” you mumbled quickly. You took off towards the exit and towards Sirius. When you actually reached the exit you thought you had lost sight of Sirius until you caught sight of him sitting on top of his trunk. You made your way over to him and sat down next to him. He didn’t even look over at you. 

   “Hey,”you said. Sirius finally looked over before staring straight ahead.

   “Hey,” he replied. It was really cold but luckily you had on a warm jacket. Sirius didn’t have a jacket on. 

    “So where’s your family?” Sirius shallowed harshly. 

    “Um.” Sirius rubbed his nose anxiously. “I don’t know….not coming.” Your mouth fell open but you closed it quickly. 

   “They’re what?”

   “Not coming, okay?! They’re mad at me or something…I don’t know.” You saw the tears slip down his cheek before he quickly wiped them away.

    “Sirius…” You paused not really knowing what to say. You looked over at him but he wouldn’t look back. “Where are you staying?” Sirius shrugged. There was a long silence. 

   “(Y/N),” you heard someone calling your name and you turned around. Remus was coming towards you with your parents close behind. “Sirius, what’s going on?” You stood up. 

   “Mom, Dad you know Sirius right?” They said hi but you continued talking as soon as they were done. “He needs somewhere to stay of holiday.” Your parents knew better than to ask so they just nodded.

    “Of course! It’s Christmas after all.” Sirius looked at you with a slightly confused….but he was also completely amazed.

    “(Y/N), I can’t possibly-”

   “Shut up. No one deserves to spend Christmas alone.” Without another word you made your way to the car. Sirius just stood there, too awestruck to move. You looked back at him with a slight smile. “Let’s go Black!”

     A huge smile creeped onto Sirius’ lips as he came running towards you.


    You were reading in your bedroom long after you thought everyone was asleep. Having Sirius there made you happy but the night was still pretty dull.. You guys came home, ate dinner, talked for a bit, and then everyone went to bed. Maybe you had been hoping for a little more.

     You tried focusing on the book but your mind couldn’t quite cooperate. You kept thinking about Sirius. The way he smiled at you from across the dinner table. How bright his eyes looked now. The way he was back to making jokes. The thought of that made you laugh slightly.

    The floor in the hallway creaked and you stopped. You reached for the lamp but before you had time to turn it off the door was open. Sirius was standing there looking wide eyed.

    “Hey,” you greeted. He smiled nervously.

    “Hi. This is more awkward than I anticipated but you’re awake so I can’t exactly bail.” You put your book on the nightstand.

     “What’s up?” You patted the spot next to you on the bed. “Sneaking into my bedroom when everyone’s asleep. Slightly scandalous, don’t you think?” Sirius laughed and he seemed more relaxed. He sat down next to you.

    “Yeah, everyone would freak out if they found me in here. Unfortunately, I’m not really here for that type of fun. I just kinda wanted to talk.” Your eyebrow instantly went up. “I…kinda had a nightmare. Yep, that sounds just as lame as I thought it would.” He laughed slightly but you decided not to. You put a pillow on your lap and patted it. 

    “Put your head here.” Sirius looked surprised and even slightly scrared so you rolled your eyes. “Just do it Black, I know what I’m doing. My bloody brother is Remus Lupin, I’ve had to comfort him through quite a few nightmares. But you didn’t hear that from me.” You winked at him and he was laughing again. 

   After a few seconds of just staring at the pillow he finally rested his head on it. You began to stroke his hair in a comforting manner, letting silence fall over the room. “So do you wanna talk about the nightmare or do you wanna talk about something else or do you just wanna sit here until you’re asleep?” You waited for his response, your hand still going back and forth across his head. 

    “Uhh…we can talk about the dream I guess. It’s kinda stupid though, you’ve been warned.” He took a deep breath. “I woke up early and I turned to talk to Remus but he was gone. I decided to just lay there for a while until I finally got up. I made my way to the kitchen and I heard quiet talking….quiet talking is never good. You and Remus were in the kitchen talking about….you were talking about how much you hated me. I tried to leave but I lost all control of my body and I just kinda marched into the room. You just kept talking like you couldn’t see me.

    “Or at least I thought you couldn’t until you looked right at me and said that the only reason you invited me was because you felt pity for me. That everyone felt pity for me. Then the two of you started laughing and laughing and the laughing got more twisted and awful until it was my mother’s cackle. Everything went dark, you disappeared and then my mom was standing there in the darkness, telling me how useless I am. Then I woke up.” 

    Your hand paused as you stared down at him in horror. That was really an awful dream. “I would never do anything like that. Sirius, I like you, a lot. I would never hurt you and if I had it my way neither would anyone else. I’m so sorry.” You went back to stroking his hair. 

   “Thanks. Really, thank you so much for everything.” After it was silent for a while Sirius said,”Wanna talk about something else?” 

   “Sure. I think it should be well noted that you have incredibly soft hair.” 

   “Well, you’ll be the one of the only ones to witness that because I don’t let just anyone touch my hair. You should cherish this moment.” The edges of your lips curled into a smile. 

   “Trust me I am….Sirius I’m really glad you came here. I hate it when you’re upset. It crushes me. Sirius I really really like you. Like maybe not as friends.” You wish you could see his face right now to see what he was thinking but he was turned in the other direction. 

    “Yeah? Well, Lupin let’s just say my feelings for you go a bit farther than liking. A lot farther maybe. Alright?” Your smile widened tremendously. 

    “Yeah.” 


   Remus woke up and realized Sirius wasn’t there and was slightly panicked. It wasn’t quite morning yet or at least no one else would be awake yet so he tiptoed around the house trying to find Sirius. His stuff was still there so he had to be around here somewhere.

    Bathroom? No. Kitchen? No. Basement? No. Backyard? No. Front yard? No. He was about to give up when he grasped onto one last hope. His sisters room. He made his way to your room and opened the door as quietly as possible, 

    Thankfully, Sirius was in there, sleeping soundly on your lap. You were still stroking his hair but now you were leaning back like you were going to go to sleep soon. When Remus entered you were slightly more alert. Slightly.

   “What’s this,” he whispered. 

   “Nightmare,” you responded. Remus nodded knowingly. 

   “No funny business.” You scrunched your eyebrows together. 

   “Get out of my room.” He gave you a little smirk before closing the door and leaving.

   You turned your attention back to Sirius. Your rhythmic hand movements had sent him to sleep and now the steady movement was taking you too. You smiled as you thought of how that night unfolded and just the thought of being near Sirius. You leaned back against the headboard and began to sleep, with a smile plastered on your face. 

WAR OF HEARTS 
                  - PART VII

Kai Parker x Reader x The Mikaelsons
word count : 3 783
summary : this is the last chapter. (picks up right where the previous chapter ended)
* not my gif
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Y/N pushed her way past Klaus , waking into his bedroom , heading straight for his bed. The sun had barely started to show up outside and his window was open , a light breeze coming from outside , making the curtains move along with it. There were a dozen sketches onto Klaus’ bed and she realised he had been awake sketching his daughter’s face. Y/N smiled for a moment before remembering what she went there to talk to him about.
“Sorry. I know its early but … I don’t know what … I um … Can we talk ?” she wondered.
Klaus nodded. “What is it love ? Must be pretty important for you to show up a 5.30AM… “
“Something happened.” she said sitting on the edge of his bed. “With Kai … and Kol.”
Klaus crossed his hands on his chest and Y/N could swear he knew what she was going to say before she said it. There was a mischievous glow in his eyes and the knowing look he had been giving her ever since she and Kai had showed up. It was all starting to add up in her head , tho she still couldn’t see it. Or maybe she didn’t want to.
“What happened love ? Did they try to kill each other ?” he asked with a hint of amusement in his voice.
“No , but if I don’t figure out a way to fix this , they might.” said Y/N holding her head in her hands sitting on his bed. “Earlier today , well … yesterday I found this charm bracelet someone had left on my night stand. I should’ve felt the magic coming from it but I was so distracted worrying about what would happen later with your brother and Kai , I completely missed it.”
Y/N got up pacing nervously around the room as she explained what had happened , frustration getting the best of her and she ended up raising her voice more and more with each word until she was practically yelling. Klaus tried to keep a straight face but it was getting harder with every passing moment. He watched her maybe walk over a thousand steps going from one corner of his room to the other , gesturing with her hands and thinking out loud.
“I still dont see whats the problem.” he said.
“We SLEPT together ! All THREE of us !” said Y/N as if Klaus had missed the big point right in the middle of the story. She stopped pacing , shortening the distance between her and Klaus. “Don’t you get it ?! I don’t even know how I am going to look at them in the eyes thats assuming they dont kill each other when they wake up !”
“So I take it you didn’t like my early birthday present?” asked Klaus amused. Y/N stared at him as if he had just slapped her in the face. Her mouth opened and closed as she struggled to process his words. It was him. Klaus had been the one to leave the bracelet for her to find. Of all people - him. The one who was like a father to her. Shock aside , curiosity won over.
“Why?!” she asked.”Why would you that to me , to Kai .. to your own brother?!”
Klaus walked over to his desk , resting his back against it as a deep sigh left his lips.
“Because you needed a push to figure out who you love most of them both.” said Klaus , pouring her a drink. “The charm only magnifies whats already there. Surely you must’ve felt it while you were -”
“DON’T.” she said raising her hand not even able to look him in the eyes anymore. “The situation is awkward enough already.” Y/N took the drink , starring at the liquid inside move as she tilted the glass a little. She had felt it alright but still didnt make any of it okay. In one gulp she emptied the entire glass hoping somehow it would dull the embarrassment she felt.
As if things weren’t complicated enough. she thought.
“It was never my intention to play with any of their feelings.” she muttered. “I love them. Both of them… but I love K-”
In that moment came a very loud sound from downstairs. Quickly she shoved the glass into Klaus’ hand and ran towards the noise. There was no doubt in her mind about what was happening downstairs , though she had hoped Kai and Kol would be asleep until at least 10AM until she had had time to figure out what to say to them. Y/N didn’t even know how she will be able to look them in the eye after everything. She got to the stair railing and looked down seeing Kai and Kol on the ground floor. One throwing the other against the furthest wall , yelling at each other. Kol was accusing Kai of taking advantage of Y/N while Kai accused Kol of being a pompous ass who doesn’t deserve to have someone as Y/N in his life. At which point Kol tried to get to Kai and shove his hand in Kai’s chest , only Kai used magic to drop him on the ground. None of them seemed to even notice there was an audience watching them try to kill each other.
“Oh -uh” said Rebekah with a yawn joining her , her eyes widening at the scene unfolding before her and Y/N’s eyes.
“Kill me now.” muttered Y/N.
“So how was it ? The threesome ?” asked Freya appearing suddenly on her other side. “Sorry  I couldnt help but overhear. You shouted pretty much the entire story.”
“You heard?!”
“We all did.” said Elijah , 

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Calum Hood Imagine: Wait. You play soccer too?

Request: Popular!Calum, where the reader is usually quiet and shy but they play soccer and is pretty good, so he notices you because you are playing.


*Y/n POV*

“Excuse me. Can I get past please?” I said, while trying to get past a large group of boys in the corridor of school. After waiting a while, one of them glanced at me and moved out of the way so I could awkwardly squeeze past. “Thanks.” I muttered as I tried to pull my gym bag through the small gap between them and the lockers. The boy that made the slight and only effort to move out the way turned and grunted slightly before going back to his conversation with his friends. 

And that was the famous Calum Hood. He was popular, had a string of girls after him but he would always play hard to get, he was great at soccer, played for the school team and because of all of this barely had time to move out of the way for mere mortals like me. Actually he was kind of okay, he never bullied me or said anything horrible about me or my very few friends, he just kind of left me alone and ignored my existence and I am okay with that because I do not want to be noticed, especially by him, he has too many friends and that is a lot of people and I don’t like lots of people. I am too shy. This is why I like my social status at this school, I have a few friends and the rest of the people here just ignore us and leave us alone most of the time. 

I walked into the changing rooms where my friends were all getting changed for soccer practice. 

“Hey Y/n.” Holly (who was the loudest out of our group) shouted.

“Hi Holly.” I replied waving slightly, before putting my bag down and starting to get changed.  

“So I saw you have slight interaction with other people other than us today. I had to sit down I was that surprised. And it was with boys as well, more specifically Calum Hood.” Francesca said. 

“Oh come on, all I said was excuse me, it was not that exciting.” I replied while sitting down to put my shoes on. 

“Erm, you talked to The Calum Hood. This is the most interaction any of us have had with him. Plus nothing dramatic has really happened in ages at this school so I have to try and find something interesting, because the whole thing with Laura, Sam and Cameron is over. Apparently Sam is the dad not Cameron which shocked all of us, including Laura, so I have to find something exciting to talk about.” Holly said. 

“Really Sam is the dad? I never saw that coming.” I replied, shocked

“Neither did Laura.” Francesca said before standing up. “Come on, we better get to practice, we don’t want to piss off Jane by being late to her weird warmup.” 

“Oh great Jane, I don’t see why her insulting us before each practice is going to help me get better. It doesn’t make me want play the best game ever it just makes me want to sit in the shower and cry while drinking alcohol because someone has just told me all of the things I feel insecure about.” Violet said quietly while standing up. 

“She doesnt mean it she just wants to make us practise more because we have only ever won one soccer game and she thinks if we are mad and angry we will practise better.” Holly said while hugging Violet. 

“Come on let’s go.” I said while walking through the door as they followed. 

“GIRLS. I SWEAR TO GOD IF YOU DO NOT START PRACTISING HARDER I WILL MAKE SURE THAT EVERYONE ON THIS TEAM NEVER PLAYS SOCCER EVER AGAIN. IN FACT I WILL MAKE YOU ALL SCARED OF SOCCER AND EVERY TIME YOU SEE SOMETHING REMOTELY RELATED TO SOCCER YOU RUN AWAY SCREAMING AN CRYING. SO COME ON. FUCKING PRACTICE.” Jane barked at us. 

We all turned around and went off to practice with less motivation than we already had. Francesca was hugging Violet as they walked off. I went to practice in the corner of the field where there was a bit of wall I could kick the ball off as I couldn’t really be bothered to do any practice, especially after my I had been temporarily deafened by Jane. I was concentrating very hard on kicking the ball at a certain point on the wall when I heard a familiar voice on the other side of the wall.  

“Wait. You play soccer too?” I heard the voice say. I looked up to see Calum Hood looking over the wall I was attempting to try and knock down just by kicking it with a ball. 

“Erm yeah. I suppose.” I said awkwardly. 

“You suppose? Why are you standing on the football field with a football and the coach giving you a very angry stare for what I can only assume is not doing any actual practice?” 

“Yeah, I play soccer, so.” I replied still concentrating on the ball. 

“Cool, from what I saw before the coach was shouting you were really good.” 

“What? Erm thank you.” I smiled keeping my head facing the ground so that Calum didn’t see me blushing. 

“You’re welcome. Listen I have to go now, I was supposed to meet my friends 20 minutes ago, but I would love to talk more about soccer. Here have my number and text me later.” He smiled as he wrote his number on a piece of what I assumed was unfinished homework and handed it to me. “See you around Y/n.” 

“Yeah see you around. Wait you know my name?” I asked confused. 

“Of course I do. Why wouldn’t I do. How could I not know a pretty girls name, I am Calum Hood.” He smiled before walking away. 

“WHAT WAS THAT?” Holly screamed from the other side of the field. 

“WHAT WAS WHAT?” I shouted back as she walked towards me getting Violet and Francesca on the way. 

“You talking to The Calum Hood.” She said.

“Nothing we were just talking about soccer.” I said before Jane shouted at us to practice otherwise we are off the team. Something told me I should start listening to Jane from now on, as I now had a reason to stay on the soccer team, not just for my friends. 

Hayes Grier - Dirty q&a (part 2)

Request:  can you do a continued of the Hayes dirty q and a where Hayes wants to act on the dirty thought then they kinda become fuck buddies then they develop feelings and admit them in another dirty q and a and Hayes asks you out? I understand if ur busy, but I love ur writing so it would be awesome!!!

Part 1

MASTERLIST

“This party sucked,” I sighed as we finally got home. I threw myself to the couch not even bothering to take my jacket off.

“Yes, I don’t even know why we stayed for an entire hour,” Hayes said agreeing. He lifted my legs, sat down and then took them into his lap.

“Did you see that weird girl dancing in the backyard?” I asked laughing at the memory of the girl. It was one of the most bizarre things I had even seen. That girl had moves.

“Oh my God, yes, she was a disaster!” he chuckled shaking his head. “I should have record it, I could make her Vine famous!”

“Oh, poor girl. You know I miss those time I could enjoy myself like her. She didn’t even give a fuck about what was happening, she just wanted to have fun and she did!”

“You know what I miss?” he asked sighing.

“What?”

“Having sex.”

“Don’t even start, I feel so bad since I broke up with Steve,” I groaned standing up. I peeled the jacket off me while he lay down to the couch.

“Don’t tell me that he was so good that you miss being with him,” he laughed and I could feel his gaze on me as I took off my boots.

“He knew one or two things,” I shrugged. “But if we are talking about exes, I’m not so sure also that your ex was such a good sex partner,” I said raising my eyebrows at him. He sat up and had a huge grin on his face.

“She had a great body, I can’t complain.”

“Ah, asshole, the only thing you care about is the body.”

“It’s just an important thing,” he defended himself. I just sighed and walked to the TV in order to find something to watch. I was running through the channels when he spoke up and said a surprising thing. “We should have sex.”

I froze and then turned around to see if he really meant it. He looked at me with a serious face.

“What?” I asked laughing putting my hands to my hips.

“You heard me,” he simply said.

“What are you talking about, Hayes? Are you horny?”

“Yes, I am, but that’s not the thing. We can agree that we find each other attractive, we just admitted it in a YouTube video, and now we just admitted that we both want to have sex. Why don’t we have sex with each other?”

I stared at him for a long moment taking it in. My best friend just offered me to have sex with him just because we missed having sex. I felt like it was the biggest joke of my life, but I had to admit that he was hot and I imagined some dirty things with him.

He stood up and walked up to me looking down at me with hunger in his eyes.

“Just sex, nothing else. What do you say?” My head screamed no, because it was a stupid idea, but my lower area won and I accepted the offer.

Instead of just answering him I crushed my lips to his and kissed him hard. It was different from what I imagined, but it definitely turned me on. And him. Yes, I could feel how turned on he was.

We quickly got rid of our clothes and made the beast out of our little agreement. Luckily it was just the two of us in the house so we could do whatever we wanted to. And we totally took advantage of it. First on the couch, then on the floor and we kind of had a third round in my room not even bothering to keep quiet. Hayes surely knew how to make a girl happy, and I think I also did a good job.

I thought it would be super awkward in the morning, but it wasn’t. That night made a change that turned our friendship into a friendship with benefits. And we had those benefits very often.

He would come over randomly and we would have amazing sex, then continue everything like we used to. It was just the best.

We went on like this for weeks without anyone noticing it, and it became our routine. But I started to feel like I needed… more. We didn’t talk about others, but I thought Hayes was seeing other girls and I started to think about it when we were together. I wanted to tell him but I knew it would ruin everything, so I kept it for myself. Until the day we decided on doing another dirty Q&A video.

“Hey guys, we are here again with an amazing dirty Q&A video and we are going to answer your questions you sent us,” Hayes said smiling to the camera.

“Okay, so the first one,” I started and looked down to my phone. “Who is the one who takes the longest to take a dump?”

“It’s me,” Hayes admitted raising his hand.

“Yeah, and I wouldn’t admit it either way because I’m a girl,” I sighed. “Hey there is a good one. How often do you shave, Hayes?” I asked turning to him smiling. I knew he didn’t need to shave that often, and I was curious if he would admit it.

“Um, I surely don’t shave as much as you.”

“You asshole!” I shouted but I couldn’t help and laugh.

“Oh, you love me,” he grinned at me and suddenly kissed. Even though it wasn’t live and we could cut it off I was surprised by it, but I didn’t say anything. We just turned back to the camera and continued the video.

“Okay, my turn now. Here is one,” he said taking a deep breath. “Is that true that Hayes fell for you after starting to be friends with benefits?”

I blinked at him taking the words in. It definitely wasn’t a question, but at first I didn’t even know what it was, but then he spoke up.

“Listen, I know that it’s going to sound stupid, but I thing I might want more than just… sex. I don’t want you to see other boys, I want you to be only with me. But I get it if you don’t feel the same.”

I simply switched off the camera and then turned towards him. He looked so sad and hopeless, my heart was just melting that he felt the same way like me.

“Will you please say something?” he pleaded. But instead of saying anything I choose the nonverbal communication again. I sat onto his lap and kissed him. But it wasn’t like the first time we kissed, because it had emotions in it. It was gentle and sweet and lovely. I run my fingers through his hair pulling at the end as his hands slipped under my shirt to my back.

“Does this mean we are, like… together?” he asked breathless when we pulled away.

I bit into my lower lip and nodded.

“Yes.”

“Then I would like you take you out for a proper date,” he smiled at me relieved.

“I’m in. But first, make love to me,” I whispered into his lips.

“I never did anything else. Because that’s what you deserve. Just love.”

anonymous asked:

11&13&14&32 PLEASE YOUR AWESOME

Did most of the others already, so here’s 32. :)

32. “I don’t know what I am.”

“Are yeh okay, love?”

You had been staring into your glass of wine as Harry cooked your favorite dinner for you, pastel pink apron and all. You were looking forward to it all week, until today happened.

You’d managed to catch a bit of one of Harry’s interviews on the radio station today on your way back home from work. The moment you heard his voice in the car you felt a surge directly to your chest, and your heart skipped a beat. But when he was asked about recent pictures that had surfaced of the two of you, all that he’d said was:

“We’re just friends, she’s an absolutely lovely girl.”

You knew that you weren’t official or anything like that, but you’d been dating for a month. You thought that you’d earned something more than the title of friend. Sure, you knew that he was Harry Styles and he was rather secretive about his love life…but it all made you hyperaware about the fact that you really didn’t know what you and Harry were.

Were you dating?

Were you together?

Were you a friend who he liked to fuck sometimes?

“(Y/N)? Everything okay?” His voice pulled you out of your thoughts as you glanced up at him, feigning a smile and a nod of your head.

“Just tired,” you replied, taking a sip of the red wine that was in your glass.

“Think I know yeh a bit better than that, love,” he pressed, walking around the island in the kitchen to stand beside you, leaning against the counter. “Talk t’me.”

You paused.

“I caught you on the radio on the way home from work today,” you started, avoiding his gaze as you looked at your hands.

“Oh?”

“They asked you about who you were dating…if you were dating me…” you continued, almost not wanting to actually say what you were thinking. 

“Love, look at me,” he asked, reaching to rest his palm against the side of your face.

You looked up into the face of the man who you were quite possibly falling for.

Where you were expecting there to be confusion or annoyance, there was only admiration and patience. And suddenly, you didn’t know why you were so afraid to tell him how you felt. Harry had never made you feel ashamed or invalidated in any way, and you trusted him not to start now.

“When you said that we were just friends, it kinda hurt my feelings,” you explained, your voice quiet.

He nodded.

“I see…Didn’t wanna talk about my private life on the radio, beautiful. S’all.”

“I know, but the thing is…I don’t know what I am. To you, I mean,” you explained, sinking your teeth into your lower lip nervously. You certainly weren’t planning to have the talk tonight, but it looked like it was coming.

It then clicked in Harry’s mind, he looked at you for a moment. Then he walked over to the other side of the kitchen. You looked away, suddenly afraid that maybe you’d pushed too hard or moved too fast, that maybe you’d ruined it.

But then he came back to stand in front of you again, this time with a small rose in his hand that he’d plucked from the flower bouquet that he had placed on his kitchen counter.

“(Y/N),” he began, an elated (and slightly nervous?) smile appearing on his face. “Will you be m’girl?”

You grinned, reaching to take the rose in between your fingers and lower it to your lap. You fiddled with the flower as you looked back up at him, and you’d never been more sure about anything else.

You said yes.

Oh Brother… (Part 1)

Disclaimer: This is pure fiction.

“Damn it!”

Sharna throws her bag into a corner.

“What’s wrong with all these crazies these days!?”

Ever since the Handgate, everything hasn’t been going the right way. All the hate they have received on the social media and that they have to dance Charleston which was nearly impossible to choreograph because of Bonner’s injury.

Sharna lay down on the couch and she saw the photo of her and James. A smile and a drop of tear run down her cheek. She misses her time with James especially the laughing that they shared everyday. It was easy, it was comfortable and it felt so right.

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