one day out of every week i get my popcorn out and read it

It's not just the food that's revolting.

(long story)

Back in my college days, I lived on campus and ate the 20-meals-a-week meal plan at the cafeteria. It was… terrible. Seriously. I know people complain about their college cafeteria all the time, but they still gain their “freshman 15”. I lost mine. The food was disgusting. Sunday spaghetti was made from tomato sauce and Saturday’s cheap hamburgers. One week they didn’t bother ripping up the hamburgers: watery, sauce-tinted, overcooked noodles garnished with dry, leathery, two-day-old hamburger patties. It was still better than the other options. At first, they had a “make your own pizza” line, but removed it because everyone was using it, and “bread isn’t cheap.” I remember seeing a real salad in their “healthy eats” line and getting excited, because it’s hard to screw up salads, only to realize that it was literally floating in oil. The salad on the actual salad bar was not an option; it was changed out every morning, whether it needed it or not. Oh, sorry, I meant the ice in the salad bar. Not the salad, no. A student wrote his initials in the tuna and it remained for a solid week. Sometimes the salad would grow its own salad.

They had a big board set up for student complaints, and they would write responses back. Oddly enough, the board rarely had bad things to say; the manager, may he be haunted by a thousand bedbugs, confessed that he didn’t have time to answer every complaint, but he did read every one, and took the complaints into consideration. And, as far as we could tell, threw away all the ones he didn’t like.

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Mr. Hemmings

You were really glad that your plan that you made up in a matter of seconds actually went how you wanted it to go; get Luke alone, make him all hot and bothered, and then leave him sweaty and baffled along with wanting more. Everything was going perfect. 

Originally posted by pikamikey

Words: 7.6k 

Request: No

Rating: R [A BIT OF SUB SPACE AND JUST A TAD BIT OF A PAIN KINK, ALONG WITH LUKE BEING VERY DOMINATE]

A/N: y’all asked for it, so here it is… hope you enjoy;) 

part one


Of course the room fell completely silent when those words wisped out of your mouth; you really should not be surprise on the reaction that you’re receiving. You were somewhat praying that you would get a different reaction, not one of surprise or shock, but something that would make you generally happy and excited rather than a stone cold glare and a fake smile.

You let your arms slump to the side of your body as you stared at your green haired friend with wide eyes; your back begins to curve in as you become the same height as the boy that sits before you as your bottom lip drops into a pout as you shuffle a bit on your knees.

“Before I say anything that would most likely hurt your feelings, can I ask you something?” He questions, his pierced eyebrow rising up on his forehead as he leans back on your bed post. You just roll your eyes and nod your head slightly to allow him to begin his now overanalyzing questions.

“Are you happy with what you did?” Michael ask, his bottom lip tucking into his mouth as he gives you a serious look. His feet rubbing over each other in his knitted grey socks as you suck in a breath, before pushing your hand throughout your hair to get rid of a bit of a tangled mess.

“Do you not want me to be happy with what I did?” You question, eyes bearing into his as you cock your head to the side and look at him with concern. He just rolls his eyes, drops his lip from out of his mouth and lets a sigh escape him.

“First off, it’s not about me, it’s about you. And second, I’m not the one who slept with my next door neighbor.” He states, annoyance clear in his voice but you just ignore it and shift around more on your knees as your lips tug into a smirk.

“Actually remember that one time where-“

“That was years ago.”

“Actually six months!”

“But she wasn’t a parent who was battling custody for their child.”

You let a groan slip out of your mouth as you shut your eyes and throw yourself backwards on your bed. The sheets below you crumple underneath the weight of you as you toss your head around and kick your feet against the mattress, causing it to bounce around under your weight.

“Stop acting like a child and answer my question,” Michael muttered as his arms came and wrapped around your ankles to stop the heavy movements.

“Michael it’s not that serious!” You exclaim, hands by your sides beginning to grip the sheets.

“Uh… Yeah it is? You had sex with a guy who is emotionally unstable, you took advantage of him,” He explained, voice confident and sounding like a parent, which causes you to groan and look up towards your ceiling.

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Caught on Tape

Title: Caught on Tape

Author: SomeonexSomeone

Pairing: Ethan Nestor x fem!reader, fem!reader x best friend!Amy and best friend!Kathryn

Word Count: 1570

Summary: Requested. I adore your blog. Can I request an Ethan x reader where the reader is a YouTuber and won’t do the smash or pass challenge bc she has a crush on Ethan so Kathryn and Amy and the reader are having like a sleepover and they do that to the reader and when they mention Ethan she gets all embarrassed and says smash and admits she has a crush on him and Ethan overhears and then fluff happens. Sorry if this is too specific but I love your fics!!

Warnings: Swearing! A little inappropriate! Please watch out, innocent eyes!

A/N: For @all-i-have-is-my-honor ! I hope you like it!

Originally posted by crankityler

        If there was one place that was a more accepting environment than anything, it was the youtube community. Despite some hate, there was always people who created a loving place where everyone was invited and could be themselves. This was especially true for small channels, such as your own. And especially when you collaborated with other small channels. 

        This week, yourself and Ethan, from Crankgameplays, were doing a small play through of Would You Rather. It was a silly thing, sitting across from each other reading the questions which prompted more specific thoughts than you imagined. The twist, however, was if you were in the majority of votes, you got to draw whatever you wanted on the other persons face without lifting the pen; and vice versa. However, right at the begging, you had to establish some rules. 

        “Ethan!” You yelped, pulling far away as you smacked his arm. He was practically red in the face as he laughed, the jumbo liner in his hand shaking. “You cannot draw a dick on my face!”

        “This is what you wanted! You practically forced me!”

        “By what? Putting the pen in your hand?!”

        In the end, you forced Ethan to turn the two circles into a heart, one that took up the top half of your face, straight down the middle. As the game continued, the drawings went from goofy to more and more detailed, yourself and Ethan turning into walking canvases. In a particularly detailed drawing, you were drawing gears that looked like they were coming out of his face, you grabbed his face, practically pulling him against your chest so you could get a better angle. Standing over him, concentrating so hard you didn’t notice Ethan’s face progressively getting redder by the second, completely eye level with your throat and collar bones. Or, more importantly, the dip of your shirt. 

        “There!” You sat with a huff, falling back into your chair with a smile. You couldn’t help the fur between your brows as you finally took notice of Ethan’s red face. “Hey, you okay?” Ethan gave you a big smile, nodding slightly.

        “Yeah, just a little warm. Mind turning on that fan for me.” A light blush filled your cheeks as he gave you a genuine smile, stirring the feelings inside your heart. Once the fan was on, the video resumed without a hitch. Turning to the camera, tears practically streaming out of your eyes as you observed the detailed mustache you drew on Ethan, you began to do your outro. 

        “Thank you all so much for being here! I’ll see you in the video. Aaaaaaand….Signing off!” With a single salute, you were about to finish the recording, but Ethan was quick to throw his arm around your shoulder, pulling you into his side. You began laughing as he shook you around, tickling your sides, trying to add another drawing to your face that you just knew would get your flagged. You always loved recording with Ethan; not just because the feeling he gave you deep in the pit of your stomach, but because he could easily distract that feeling with the side splitting laughter that always left you clutching your sides.

        —

        You spent most of the rest of the day editing the video. It wasn’t originally supposed to go up until the following day, but you just couldn’t help it. Filming with Ethan always gave you the best content. You couldn’t help the smile that spread across your face as your picked pieces of the footage to put in the final edit, watching as you goofed around, playfully nudging and joking around. Yet, there was this one part that you couldn’t take your eyes off of. It was when Ethan has suddenly got very warm within your room, his face going red. On the screen, you were out of camera, only your body in the frame. Ethan’s eyes were completely forced forwards, glancing between the curve of your neck, and the dip in your shirt. You felt you cheeks heat up, doubt swirling in your mind. Yet, nothing could hide the truth from playing right in front of you.

        He’s still a young adult, you thought, he’s attracted to every woman in a low cut shirt.

        These thoughts, however, didn’t stop you from watching the clip over and over, analysing every detail of it. In fact, you were so engrossed in it, that you didn’t notice Kathryn sneaking up behind you. With a small jump, she placed both of her hands on your shoulders, nearly making you jump out of your skin.

        “Eep! Kathryn!” You quickly minimized your screen, spinning in your chair so fast you forgot about the huge headphones covering your ears, which caused them to rip right off your head. “You nearly gave me a heart attack!” Kathryn, however, didn’t notice, as she was practically hunched over with laughter. “Jerk.”

        “Come on, don’t be like that. I was just coming to ask if you wanted to watch a movie with Amy and I.” She didn’t have to ask you twice. You needed a break, something to take your mind off the blue haired boy that constantly invaded your thoughts. Nearly sprinting to the living room, Amy was already there, warm sweater wrapped around her, and a blanket draped over her legs. She had a cup of tea in her hands, which she daintily blew on before taking a sip. You swear, you’ve never seen such a soft, swan-like human before meeting Amy. However, her quiet and gentle moment was destroyed by yourself and Kathryn barreling into the room, jumping onto the nearest couches with bowls of popcorn and your own assorted beverages. 

        It wasn’t until half way before the movie before Kathryn spoke of the video she had spotted you studying.

        “So, you and Ethan made a video, huh. Looked pretty interesting.” She lightly snickered to herself, taking another sip of her drink. You blushed bright red, angrily glaring at her. Amy, of course, immediately caught the tone in her friends voice. 

        “Ooooh. What video would this be, hmm? Something for your fandom to latch onto?”

        “It’s nothing like that. Ethan was just watching me draw on his face.” You tried to be nonchalant, you really did. But around your best friends, you couldn’t hold together the lie. “Okay, I caught Ethan on video checking me out. But, before you say anything, I’m a hundred percent sure it’s because he had nowhere else to look. Really, its my fault. I didn’t even give the poor fella a chance.” Amy hit you with her skeptical look, while Kathryn scoffed next to you. “Look, it doesn’t even matter anyway. Even if he did, there’s no way he would ever return my feelings.” Amy and Kathryn were immediately at full attention, both turning their bodies so they could look at you directly. Amy opened her house, ready for questioning, but the voice that came out was not hers.

        “You like me?” All three of you whipped your head around, a very surprised blue boy standing at the archway, a single cup of ice water clinking in his hand. You immediately stood, blanket falling from your lap to a puddle around your feet. “You actually like me?”

        “Ethan! Oh my god. No, wait, you got it all wrong. When I said return my feelings, I meant like feelings of friendship and trust!” With each rushed word you stepped closer, trying so hard to fix your mistake and salvage your beloved friendship. However, Ethan just continued to stare, his eyes trailing your every move. 

        “So, you don’t like me?” Your mouth opened and closed, trying desperately, but you couldn’t make him unhear everything that you had said as he walked past your girls night to the kitchen. With a defeated sigh, you simply hung your head and nodded. There was three beats in the next second. One, a footstep. Two, a clink of glass on glass. Three, your gasp as Ethan forced your head up to place his lips upon yours. You had no hesitation before kissing back, wrapping your arms around him, pulling him closer, closer, closer. By his arms, his shoulders, his hair. He pulled as close to him as possible, kissing the breath right out of your lungs. The shock on your friends faces were completely ignored as you continued to kiss. Finally. Finally, he was yours. 

Make You Feel My Love

Summary: Based on Adele’s “Make You Feel My Love,” you shower Bucky with affection and love when he needs it. 

Word Count: 2,646 (without lyrics)

Warnings: None.

A/N: Enjoy! Positive feedback is loved and appreciated! Each scene of this fic represent a verse and so on. Let me know what you all think :D 


Originally posted by hoechlins


When the rain is blowing in your face
And the whole world is on your case
I could offer you a warm embrace
To make you feel my love

Grey clouds brought an ill omen with them and you could feel the cold seep through the thick, glass windows of the Avengers’ Tower and into your bones. Shivering, you wandered into Bucky’s room and fetched one of his hoodies, smiling softly as you put it on and were immediately surrounded by his scent. He smelled of generic soap and the mint gum he liked to chew whenever he was nervous, but to you that was home and you reveled in this.

Stepping out into the hallway and to the kitchen, you stared out to the city with a frown on your face. They should have been back already, but so far, there was no sign of the quinjet. You hadn’t gone to this mission because of your bruised ankle, everyone had thought it was best you stay behind and recuperate. Even though you had initially disagreed with them, you eventually gave in to their pressure and stayed behind, glad you had done so. A week alone had done wonders to help relax you and your ankle was almost back to normal.

The only bad thing about this arrangement was that Bucky was not around. And you missed him a great deal. Enough to have you both Skyping every night and staying online until one of the others grabbed the phone from Bucky and demand he sleep, that his giggles and whispers to you kept everyone else in the room awake.

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First ‘I Love You’

Scott:

Originally posted by teenwolf--imagines

Scott and I have been dating for about a year now and it has probably been the best year of my life. Although there have been some up and downs especially when you are dating a werewolf and there is always some supernatural creature trying to kill you. Luckily, now that the Ghost Riders were gone Scott and I could relax before we were both heading to college. I was dreading that day. Where Scott and I will go our separate ways and probably have to break up. He was my first real relationship and the first boy I’ve ever loved he doesn’t know that but he is.  I just wished I had enough courage to tell him but every time I think I am going to tell him I chicken out or someone or something prevents me too. Right now, we were in our last period of school as it was finally the last day of school. I have been nervous all day since tonight Scott and I were going to have a final movie night before he left for Berkley and I was finally going to tell him how I truly felt for him.  I was holding Scott hand as the last five minutes of school was coming. “Are you okay?” Scott whispers in my ear. I turn to look into his chocolate brown eyes and I smile,” Yeah I’m fine.” When really, I felt like I was going to pass out from how nervous I felt.

I changed into my pajamas and started to make popcorn as Scott was in his living room setting up the movie. I started to take deep breaths as I tried to tell myself that I could do this and to just tell him before it’s too late. “(Y/N) are you okay? You know I can heartbeat, right?’ Scott says walking into the room with popcorn in his hand. I laugh,” I’m fine Scott. I just need to talk to you about something.” Scott sits next to me placing the popcorn on the coffee table. “What’s wrong babe? You’re scaring me.” Scott states putting his arm on the back of the couch behind me. I sigh and grab his hand that was on his lap as I look into eyes. I take a heavy sigh and decided to just say it,” I love you, Scott.”

Silence. That what spread through the room as I said those four words. I felt tears coming into my eyes as I let go of Scott’s hand. I knew it was a bad idea to tell him. He doesn’t feel the same way about me that I feel for him. “I should’ve never said anything,” I say in a rush as I run into the bathroom to hide from the embarrassment for now. Tears start to cascade down my face as I slide down to the floor of the bathroom. I was a fool to think Scott would feel the same way about me as he did with Allison and Kira. A sob rocks through my body as a gentle knock comes from the door. “(Y/N) can you please open the door? Please?” I think of the options I have that I can either open the door to hear him say he doesn’t love me or I could stay in here till it’s late enough and leaves. Option two it is. I hear Scott sigh as he realizes that I am not going to open the door. “Just so you know I love you too baby, So much I have waited so long to tell but I was scared. Scared that you didn’t love me. Scared that you would leave me. I should’ve of told you but I let get in the way. I’m sorry for that. I know we are heading to college soon but we will make it work and I am going to make sure it does. Cause you mean the world to me and I am not letting you go.” I unlock the door and open the door slowly to see Scott with tears on his cheeks as he stares at me. He grabs my waist and pulls me against him. “I love you,” Scott whispers as he presses his lips against mine. “I love you too,” I whisper against his lips. Sometimes it is worth the wait for that special moment with someone close to you. This was my special moment with Scott and I wouldn’t change it for the world.

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My revenge on Loony Lucy, contender for World's Worst Roommate.

Bring your popcorn, because this is a long one.

Loony Lucy is a slovenly, food-stealing, clothing-destroying waste of carbon. I dealt with it by keeping my space clean and ignoring her areas, storing my food at work or my boyfriend’s place, and installing a lock on my bedroom door so she couldn’t “borrow” outfits that “looked like she could fit into” when she had 30 pounds on me.

All that made Loony Lucy a bad roommate, but I had my work-arounds and she had the one saving grace of being Quiet At Night. So I put up with it.

I put up with it, that is, until she broke our Cardinal Roommate Rule: no one gets a key to the apartment without both roommates agreeing. The rule was sacred; I couldn’t even give a key to my boyfriend of more than a year.

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Class Buddies

She sat in class, her chin in the palm of her hands and stared at the board. She pressed her lips in a line trying to concentrate but she couldn’t. Before she can help herself her gaze stray to the left, near the door. Harry sits near the door, his back to her, books in front of him. He had transferred to Hillside High last year, and she was lucky enough to have a class with him. He was different, he hung out with the other crowd, the crowd she did not belong with, but he was nice. He was a sweetheart a smile always on his pink lips, a dimple on his cheek. 

Harry turned, looking over his shoulder to where she sat. His eyes met her for a split second, before he could smile or wave she quickly turned, her cheeks pink and warm. He turned back, sighing and slumping in his seat, he just wanted to gain her attention, but then he wasn’t sure where to go from there. He didn’t even know her name, no one really knew her name, she preferred to hang out in the back, to go unnoticed. 

The bell rang and Harry stood, he turned back to her. But she was already pushing through people and trying to get out of the room as fast as she cold. He wanted to call after her, but he didn’t even know what to call her.


Harry closed his locker, leaning against it, his backpack slumped on one shoulder, hand tightening around the black strap. He watched her, she was standing at her own locker, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear, and then pulled out her text book. She opened her back pack, shoving it in and then zipping it up. 

She closed her locker, turning and looking at him. But he doesn’t turn, and she can’t find the strength to turn. His warm light eyes on her, a smile on his lips, a dimple on his cheek, she knew they weren’t the only two in the hall but she could swear he’s all she saw. He lifts his free hand, waving. She looks over her shoulder, trying to see if he was waving to someone else. She’s too nervous to wave back, scared it might not even be to her, so she turns and walks out the door.


“Today I’m handing out the group project,” Mr. Brown said, standing at the front of the class, “you’ll have until next Tuesday to hand it in. Please do not hand it in late, points will be deducted and no one wants that.”

“Can we pick our partners?” A girl asked. 

“I find that when that happens nothing gets done, so no,” Mr. Brown shakes his head, “it’s not the end of the world.”

“Let’s see, Mark and Kayla, Ben and Jack, Y/N and Harry, Jason and Lila,” he reads. 

Y/N gathers her books, standing and walking to the boy she had always found herself staring at. She takes the seat next to him, staring at the paper that was handed to her. 

“I’m Harry,” Harry speaks up, his voice is much deeper than she expected, she looks up, her cheeks feel warm. 

“Y/N,” she says, her soft voice just above a whisper. 

“Do you want to work on this after school?” He asked, giving her the same smile he gave everyone. 

“Sure, my place is open to study,” she offered. 

The bell rings again and she stands, “I was waving to you by the way,” Harry says, before sliding his bag over his shoulder and walking out. 


“Hello,” Her mother greets, opening the door for Harry, “Y/N is downstairs already, go ahead and join her, I made some snacks for you kids. Oh I’m just so happy she finally has a friend over.” The women who looks like a much older version of Y/N smiled.

“Thank you,” Harry says, walking down to the basement. 

He can softly hear a song playing, “I give her all my love, that’s what I do,” a man’s voice filled the room. The Beatles, Harry had and will always love them. He peeks in, seeing her sitting on the white carpet, book and notes sprawled out next to her, her laptop on her lap. She has her lips wrapped around a straw, sipping on the smoothie her mother had just made. 

“I love this song,” Harry says, making her look away from the screen in front of her, “my mum plays it all the time.”

“My dad used to sing it to me,” she says, setting the cup on the ground besides her, “my mom made a banana smoothie and a fruit salad.”

“That’s very nice of her,” Harry says.

“She’s cool,” Y/N says.

Harry sits and the two start working, the only noise is the music coming from her laptop. Every once and a while she would hum along, causing Harry to look up, she would quickly stop, the heat rising to her cheeks once more. 

“You didn’t wave back,” Harry finally speaks, “why?”

“I didn’t know if it was to me,” she shrugs, not looking up from her paper. 

He drops the subject, looking back at his paper. Harry peers up, watching as she has her pen in between her lips, moving her flash cards around. She’s completely focused on the project. But he can’t help and admire her, he loves the way her hair is pulled up in a pony tail, a couple of strands of hair falling to frame her face.

“You’re pretty,” Harry blurts out, his cheeks becoming a darker shade and he turns away. 

“Thank you,” she whispered, blushing. 


Harry had spent the week at her house, today was his last day. He had practiced at home, in front of the mirror, trying to figure out what he was going to say, how he was going to say it. 

“Y/N would you like to go on a date with me?”

“Y/N, go out with me-no that’s too demanding.”

“Hey, Y/N, you look great, dinner, you, me, Thorns, tomorrow night.”

“Y/N, baby, dinner?”

Harry shook his head, “come one Harry you’ve done this before,” he whispered to himself.


Harry made his way to the furnished basement where Y/N sat, eating some popcorn, she turned, looking over her shoulder, “oh I just finished it last night after you left, so we are done,” she says. 

Harry shoved his hands in his pockets, he was not expecting that, “so we are done?”

She nods, “well are you uh-well are you-are you free?” he asked, “well I mean I know you’re free-I mean like are you busy right now?”

She giggled at his rambling, “yeah I’m free.”

“Well I was thinking-and you can like say no or whatever-uhm-well-I was just wondering-would you be up for like-going out with me-on a -well a date?” he asked, looking at his feet. 

Y/N sat up, her eyes wide, “me?”

“Yeah,” Harry says, “you.”

He looks up to see a smile on her face, “yeah, yeah I would like that.”

You Like That?

Title: You Like That?

Paring: Dean x Reader

Word Count: 3,025 (I know it’s long, but it’s worth it) (that’s what He said lol)

Warnings: SMUT!! Hair pulling kink, Praise kink, bondage, dom/sub

Anonymous said: Can you possibly do one where reader and Dean are best friends and he has a thing for her and has secret kinks, and the reader somehow does different things and finds out about all those kinks? Like maybe one could be that he has a hair pulling kink and one day the reader is playing with his hair and tugs it a little and Dean like moans or something

A/N: Anon I hope you’re reading this and liking it! I know some people wanted it in two parts but I just thought it flowed so much better this way. Enjoy!!



“Hey!”

Dean whirled around, dumping the bowl of popcorn all over the floor. “Shit Y/N, you scared me.”

“Sorry! Didn’t mean to. What are you up to?” You bent down to help him pick up the popcorn. “I’m super bored and Sam left for the weekend.”

Dean’s eyes dropped to the floor. “I, um, I was going to watch a movie. If you want you can join, gotta make more popcorn though.”

Grabbing Dean’s shoulder to help you up you wiped your hands on your pants before resting them on your hips, “I’ll set it up while you make it.” When Dean didn’t respond you snapped your fingers in his face. “Dean, did you hear me?”

“Huh? Wha-“ Dean’s words were lost as he looked up at you standing over him.

“Did you hear me? I’ll set up the movie while you make more. You okay dude? You’ve been really spacy lately.”

“No, yeah I’m fine, just tired. The movie is by my TV, I’ll be there in a minute or two.”

Dean’s POV

Waiting for Y/N to leave the room you stood up, letting out the breath you hadn’t realized you’d been holding. Adjusting yourself you headed to the counter, grabbing the bag of microwave popcorn. Dude, keep it together! You gotta stop acting like such a spazz around her!

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love in a time of social media

love in a time of social media
part one. shance. eventual nc-17.
alternate universe. lance is the king of shitposts and selfies. shiro is an artist who loves his dog and fatalistic humor. somehow, they fall in love.
warning! underage drinking and casual use of marijuana

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They meet online.

Specifically, they meet on tumblr. Shiro is an artist of middling popularity and Lance is a shitposter of the highest caliber. Shiro follows Lance months before Lance follows him; indeed, Lance is unaware of Shiro’s work until Shiro @’s him in a small comic.

‘I couldn’t resist,’ Shiro types below the image. 'Thank you for the inspiration, @lances-a-lot.’

Shiro—@white_iron—has a simple art style and a sharp sense of humor that makes Lance laugh out loud. He reblogs the comic, telling his followers to check it out, and proceeds to creep on Shiro’s blog. Lance’s first stop is Shiro’s small about section.

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Valentines day with the v3 cast!

lets just ignore the fact that its march whoops 

Also this took be 3 hours to type ugh

Saihara: 

  • he buys you flowers, chocolates and a stuffed bear 
  • he spend the entire day with you, doing everything you ask
  • he’s very flustered the whole day, complimenting you every chance he can get 
  • No!hat!
  • he takes you out to a restaurant for dinner 
  • he insists that you get anything you want, he’ll pay for it all!
  • he gives you a very fancy necklace at the end of the night 
  • cute bushy kisses afterwards
  • you decide how long it lasts ^

Kaede

  • she’s pretty new to this, so she does the basics, chocolates and flowers 
  • She invites you to stay the night!
  • so you two are in your pj’s when she offers to get you something to drink
  • about a minute late you hear the sound of a cup smashing
  • you rush down and she’s standing beside a broken mug, the contents spilled over the floor
  • she starts apologizing, she lost her balance and then her hand slipped and then-
  • you calm her down and help her clean up, insisting that its fine! It happens!
  • she plays the piano afterwards, to calm you two down
  • She shyly kisses you before you two go to sleep
  • she’s curled against you when you wake up

Kaito:

  • He takes you to one of those science center things that has stuff about 
  • he’s so excited to show you everything !
  • you better have lots of energy, he’s not leaving for at least 3 hours
  • he buys you a necklace as well
  • you two take the bus home, your head on his shoulder 
  • its so warm, and he gives you his jacket for protection
  • afterwards you two go home and end up ordering take-out 
  • he buys you a heart necklace
  • it has glitter in it, making it look like your looking into the milky-way.
  • You two crash when you get home, exhausted 
  • he curls you in his arms,planting a kiss on your head
  • Happy valentines. 

Maki:

  • She isn’t quite sure what to do today
  • she lets you decide, shes happy as long as your happy
  • you eventually decide for a walk by the lake, and dinner 
  • She gives you a bouquet of flowers; they’re roses
  • She flushes when you ask her to hold hands 
  • you two cook dinner together
  • the entire experience is very normal, but it’s lovely all the same 
  • She reminds you that she loves you at the end of the day, placing a kiss on your lips

Korekiyo:

  • He tells you to close your eyes
  • he drives you to a building
  • when you open your eyes again, he’s dressed up and your in a candle-lit room. 
  • he shows you to your seat, across from him.
  • and then the food starts to come 
  • course upon course of fine dishes, and they don’t stop coming 
  • after you two have eaten, he takes your hand and you two dance.
  • he tells you how radiant you look
  • your swinging in his arms, as the last note plays out he finally gets down to the main course
  • getting on his knee
  • “S/o, You are the most divine creature I have set eyes on, will you make allow me the honor to marry you?”

Iruma:

  • …….
  • WeLL
  • you wont get this unless SOMEONE ASKS
  • VERY KINKY 
  • ROPES AND TOYS INCLUDED 
  • on the other hand, she’d give you a nice choker as a gift 

Gonta: 

  • wants to make you very happy today
  • so you come home…
  • “Ah! S/o! close your eyes!”
  • He leads you upstairs and tells you to open your eyes
  • surprise! 
  • there’s a blanket spread out on the floor, lots of pillows, a wrapped present and…. is that a scrapbook?
  • yes, yes it is 
  • you two make a scrapbook about you two, gotna’s prepared refreshments and offers a movie if you get bored!
  • its very fun!
  • he makes you open the gift, its a small pin of a butterfly.
  • you thank him with a gentle kiss

Himoko: 

  • She puts weeks into her plan
  • finally the day comes 
  • the sits you down, making sure your very comfy
  • and then the show begins 
  • BAM 
  • streamers fly and glitter flies through the air as banners fall into place 
  • and the show begins 
  • she’s moving everywhere, pulling a dove from her hat and then turning it into a flower and then the flower is flying in the air..
  • so much is happening, and its breathtaking 
  • at the very end, she walks over to you and takes out a box
  • she wishes you a happy valentines day, before collapsing, exhausted 
  • after she rests, she asks if you liked it
  • you kiss her on the forehead
  • “ It was splendid.”

Hoshi:

  • if you want to, he’d let you decide what to do
  • drive-in movie? drive-in movie 
  • he gets you popcorn and soda and you two relax
  • romance movies are too cheesy
  • so you two are watching some horror film
  • you’ve got your shirt pulled up past your nose when the jump scare happens 
  • you just weren’t expecting him to scream that high
  • in actuality, its a normal scream, but for his vocal cords its high 
  • you two make eye contact for one second 
  • and then you cant hold in your laughter, popcorn is going everywhere but that doesn’t matter.
  • you have to cheer him up afterwards 
  • you don’t ever let him fully live it down

Angie: 

  • shes so excited! 
  • she paints you a special picture to show her love 
  • she’ll even make a statue of you if she gets the chance!
  • lots and lots of kisses today 
  • she’d be so happy if you two made dinner together
  • there’s avocados 
  • she almost goes through he roof when you get her something 
  • shes!just!so!happy!
  • get ready for another round of kisses

Kiibo:

  • KIIBO HAS READ ALL ABOUT HIS AND HAS WATCHED LOTS OF ROMANCE MOVIES AND THEREFORE HE IS CONFIDENT TO TAKE YOU OUT AND HAVE A GOOD TIME unlike before 
  • he’s shows up to escort you two, dressed as well as a robot can be 
  • he’s constantly blushing the same color so when you gently take his hand your afraid that he’s going to overheat 
  • the date goes well! And the food is really good!
  • so you two return home..
  • he tells you to go look in your bedroom
  • ………
  • kiibo whAT
  • THERE’S HONESTLY NO ROOM, JUST PRESENTS
  • HOW DID YOU GET THESE IN HERE WHAT 
  • he explains that he couldn’t decide what gift to get…
  • so he got them all
  • good luck eating all that, s/o

Tenko:

  • what of course Tenko has a plan, she’s a responsible woman who knows how to treat her s/o right 
  • internally, shes p a n i c k i n g
  • what if you don’t like her gift? what if you hate her afterwards?
  • she so scared that she wakes up early because of nerves
  • she’s pacing the kitchen floor by the time you come down 
  • “Tenko, its 4 in the morn-”
  • “AHH! H-HI THERE S/O I KNEW YOU WERE THERE DON’T WORRY I HAVE A SPECIAL GIFT FOR YOU AND I WOULD LIKE IT VERY MUCH IF YOU COULD TAKE IT BUT ITS OK IF YOU DON’T LIKE IT TENKO IS OK WITH THAT-”
  •   poor girl
  • she finally gives you the present, a cute little charm with a tiny bell on it
  • she’s stuttering about how it will match the one she has so you and her could be a matching couple 
  • but onLY IF YOUR OK WITH IT< ITS FINE IF YOU DON’T WANT TO
  • you tell her its perfect
  • she blushes and says her thanks, placing  kiss on your lips

Rantaro:

  • he’s been disappearing the past week for a couple of hours
  • you don’t really confront it because honestly your intrested on what he’s going to do.
  • so finally valentines day is here…
  • Amami doesn’t mention anything all day, he gives you a present but thats at
  • and then you two head out for dinner.
  • And then you get a look at the place
  • lanterns, fine table cloths, waiters and people ready at your every comand
  • its like you two are royalty 
  • the food is divine and there’s live music and everything is in a deep red color which just makes you fall deeper and deeper in love withe the boy
  • whe you two are alone, he cradles your face and slowly kisses you, wraping his hands in your hair, by your waist, pressing closer and closer to you
  • its up to you what happens next ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)
  • happy valentines day s/o ;)

Tojo:

  • you decide to do all the cleaning, and cooking for the day!
  • she gives you a kiss of thanks when returns home
  • you offer her a bath and she graciously accepts 
  • she tells you to join her, and who are you to deny her?
  • So your sitting naked with your lover also naked now
  • she’s 100% calm
  • internally she’s panicking
  • You wash eachother’s hair and wait until the water gets cold to get out
  •  you have her cosy pj’s laid out for her! new ones!
  • you serve dinner and force her to sit still because she will get up if you don’t keep your eye on her 
  • and then she brings up that she bought a pet…
  • she what
  • SHE WHAT
  • THE TOJO KIRUIMI HAS GOTTEN YOU A PET 
  • he did not 
  • oh my goD SHE DID YES SHE DID 
  • ITS A BUNNY AND IT LOOKS JUST LIKE HER
  • IT’S SO CUTE SHE EVEN BOUGHT IT A RIBBON 
  • lots of kisses for her! 
  • she explains that while they do shead, at least it can be kept in a certin area
  • and its like you two are parents now!
  •  you thank her sosoosos much 
  • happy valentines day!

Ouma:

  • oh no
  • oh no no no
  • don’t get me started 
  • he’ll pretend he doesn’t know what day it is, the majority of the day is him complaining on why theres more couples outside than usual
  • your about to think that he forgot about it completely when he takes you out 
  • your blindfolded, and are just relying on him to guide you
  • you get there in one piece thankfully 
  • you and him are watching a movie, in his.. private? living room?
  • he’s got everything you could possibly need, chips, cookies etc.
  • so when the movie ends, its dead silent 
  • and then he slithers behind you, whispering in your ear
  • you two have been together for some time now…
  • so now might be a nice chance to start…. doing it
  • he of course is stuttering slightly and is clutching onto to tightly 
  • so… when you say yes….
  • he laughs, and carries into the other room 
  • no one is going to bed early tonight 

Shirogane:

  • she makes special clothes for you two! its a special day !
  • sweet walks in the park, and nice dinners at the local resturant, you two make the very best of the day 
  • you and her go shopping and critique a movie, and go feed birds
  • all in one day!
  • so when you get home your wiped
  • the bed is oh-so soft and fuzzy
  • your about to drift off to sleep when you hear her clear her throat 
  • you give a tired glance in her direction and bolt right up 
  • shes in loungerie
  • she made it herself 
  • you’re babbling and she’s blushing from head to toe
  • and now you can see very curve of her body, every hair that stands on end
  • and hell if she doesn’t look stunning 
  • she explains that she doesn’t intend to do anything explicit… she just wanted to surprise you
  • well you’re definitely surprised 
  • you sleep close to her, for warmth as exhaustion takes over 
  • happy valentines!
roadtrips- william nylander


veroniikasm : [Could you write an imagine] with Will Nylander, and I was thinking about something like he came back from a long road trip and him and the reader just spend an off day together?

authors note:

hello readers! i’m extremely excited to start posting imagines. i’ve been extremely busy this week, and i’m actually surprised i found the time to write, haha. i hope you all stick around while i post more. as of right now (may 4th, 2017), requests are still open. enjoy :-)

Also, YYZ is the airport code for toronto pearson international airport!!

word count: 887



Fuck. You overslept your alarm. This would have been alright a few days ago, but not then. Will was coming home from his two week road trip to face the California teams, and you had to pick him up from the airport. It had been a rough road trip for his team; they lost every game they played. You stumbled out of bed, ruffled the sheets of the king size bed and threw one of Will’s maple leafs hoodies on over your sweats. As you grabbed your keys, you quickly left the apartment and headed straight to your car.

__________

You sat nervously, checking your phone every minute for a text from Will. You thought about how nice it would be having Will back home, even if it was only temporary. Being able to wake up to his face, and not an empty bed, and seeing him in person instead of FaceTime eased your mind.

You snapped out of your thoughts as Will texted you that his plane was about to unboard. You were so excited, and quickly texted back. You weaved your way through the crowd trying to get to the gate. Each minute seemed to last an eternity, but people started to shuffle out of the jetway into YYZ.

You saw him walk out and your breath hitched, and you started flailing your hand in the air to get his attention.

Finally Will saw your hand, and he immediately grinned and rushed towards you.

“Oh my god,” you whispered. You smiled like a little kid, and practically jumped on him. His carry-on fell over as you intertwined. Your head quickly found its way to his shoulder, and you hugged him tightly. Will wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you as close as physically possible. You ran your fingers through his hair, and he hummed.

“(Y/N),” he breathed out. “I missed you so much.”

He glanced up at you, and you could clearly see his face. He was back home, and that was all that mattered.

_________

“Ahhh, movie night.” You sighed as you fell back onto your squishy couch. You kicked off your shoes and pulled your feet up beside you. “Are you ready yet?” You called over your shoulder where your boyfriend was getting popcorn.

“Calm down, I’ll be over there soon babe” Will responded as you heard him walk towards you. “I’m here.” He walked over to you, handing you the large bowl of popcorn. You grinned, taking it and grab a handful as he sat beside you.

“Shall we get started then?” You mumbled, your mouth full of food. He grinned over at you, shaking his head.

“You’re just so attractive, (Y/N)” He jokes, reaching for his own handful of popcorn.

“Quiet down and press play.” You playfully smacked at his chest while pointing at the remote on the other side of him. He laughed and stuffed popcorn in his mouth as he pressed play.

“Exactly how many of these are we going to watch tonight?” Will mutters half way into the first movie.

“At least two.” You responded as you leaned forward to place the bowl of popcorn down on the coffee table. Will sighed and slid down on the couch, his head leaning against the back. “You don’t look very comfortable.” You joke, looking over at him.

“I would be more comfortable if you were in my arms.” He opens his arms, an adorable pout on his face as he stuck out his bottom lip. You grin, playfully rolling your eyes.

“I guess I could handle some cuddles.” You slid closer to him but instead, he stood up.

“Well, that’s the opposite of cuddles.” You grumble. He laughs and reaches for your hand tugging you up. He then falls back on the couch, this time lounged out across it.

Without warning, you climbed on top of Will’s lap. He turned his head towards you and looked up. He raised an eyebrow and you could see his tightly folded arms begin to loosen.

“You’re relentless.” He said softly with a chuckle and you nodded. You leaned down and peppered kisses along his jawline and his arms unfolded quickly after.

He placed his hands on your waist and pulled you down to his chest. His arms locked around you and you rested your head down in the crook of his neck. His lips came in contact with the skin under your ear and you felt a chill surge through your body.

You pressed a kiss to his neck where your face was buried and you could feel a vibration come from his throat.

“I love you.”

You pressed an additional kiss to his neck before mumbling, “I love you too.”

Posts on: February 9th

Summary: When Sam was accepted to Stanford, he finally convinced Dean to move to Los Angeles to pursue his acting dreams after sacrificing for four years to support Sam throughout high school. Dean never imagined landing the starring role in a Hollywood blockbuster film franchise, but in just two years he’d gone from obscurity on the Lawrence Community Theater stage to become one of the fastest rising stars in the country. 

He’s adapting pretty well to this new life in the spotlight– until one unhealthily obsessed fan prompts Dean’s agent to hire a specialist from Seraphim Security to watch over him.

Enter Castiel, one of Seraphim’s newest “Angels,” and the only one available to take on Dean’s case a week before Christmas. With Dean’s life on the line, Castiel does his best to maintain a professional distance, but with every passing day they’re both finding themselves making more and more exceptions to their rules.

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Dreamer- Jasper Cullen x Reader

Request: Can you do one with jasper from twilight where your new to town and Edward can read your mind so he sees all the daydreaming you do and Alice draws what you see, they tell their family about you and you end up being Jaspers mate or something?!? The reader has the ability to think of any nature related element and project it for themselves or others to see. The reader is also an immortal human.

A/N: Basically I got this amazing request a while ago and I’m sorry I haven’t posted it sooner I just needed time to get it right :) The incredible Tumblr user @itssssxxlillian came up with this idea and this power and it’s just so creative I’m absolutely wowed by it!! If you want a sort of visual of the inspiration for the readers abilities, please check out this video! :) Enjoy!

Grab your popcorn and fuzzy socks my friends, this is a long one! 

Words: 1,913

Warnings: Minimal swearing 

You were starting over again. A new town, a new place, a new school. You felt like your whole life was you starting over. It was the same story too. You moved to a new school for your last year of high school because you loved the state and your parents were kind enough to send you there even though they lived a couple states away. Everyone reacted the same way too. Usually envious, wishing their family would let them go where they wanted for high school. You would smile and agree that you were lucky except you never felt that way because the story was a cover. There was no loving family waiting for you to return home when the school year ended, it was just you. You weren’t really even a senior, the truth was you’d been repeating 12th grade for years. The truth was you’d been using this story for as long as you could remember, the truth was you’d lost count of your age because you weren’t just any other teen. You were immortal, and here you were, starting over again.

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You’re A Firework - Dylan O’Brien Imagine

Author: Dylanowhy (me)

Summary: Dylan O’Brien was your first kiss, your first love, that is until fame hit him like a truck. Now after years of not speaking and being apart, you decide to stay in his old room for a summer while figuring some things out. Coincidentally Dylan just so happens to be taking a break during that time.

Pairings: Dylan O’Brien x Reader

Warnings: Fluff. Kissing.

Word Count: 3,457

A/N: This is the first chapter of my new story Start Of Something New! I hope you guys enjoy.

Originally posted by dylanobriengirl

Soft hums of Katy Perry played in the background, the smell of BBQ filled the air. Kids ran around as the parents all stood in various places, talking about things that interested them and the teens sat on the stairs, watching all the madness while waiting on the food. You were holding some of Julia’s famous lemonade, her brother’s body slightly leaning against yours. “I bet you ten dollars Uncle Mike is going to light himself on fire tonight.” His voice was slowly turning into low and smooth as he was getting older, it had gotten to the point where your breath would hitch when he spoke to you. He was around two years older than you, but for some reason you two became friends, clicking together instantly. Him and his family had been quick to make you feel like part of the family, hence why you were at their family cookout for the 4th of July instead of being at home with yours. “Why wait until tonight? Two more steps closer to the grill and he will be in flames.” Your words made Dylan laugh, his head falling back as he did so. Julia glanced up at you two, smile on her face as she shook her head. Julia knew you had a crush on her brother, she had confronted you about it probably around a month ago.


“You’re looking at him different.” She had said, arms crossed upon her chest, eyes narrowing down at you. “I am looking at him like the goofball he is.” You said defensively, confused look on your face. You didn’t know exactly when you started developing feelings for Dylan, but it made you worry. If Julia could see it, could he? “Like a goofball you’re in love with.” She mumbled, but you still heard her, it took a lot out of you to wipe the concerned looked on you face as Dylan walked out of the dressing room, striking some ridiculous pose in his slacks. School pictures were coming up for the end of the year and you had agreed to go shopping with him. “I am feeling these.” He said, smoothing down his jeans, making a face that cause you to laugh, shaking your head at his childish acts. “You look like a grandpa.” You commented, his face scrunching up at the idea. “Do not.” For someone who was older than you he really did act like a child most of the time, the corners of his mouth pulling down in a frown.

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Sticky Notes

Note: This is my first Jordan Fisher imagine! Hope y’all enjoy. I’m hoping to write many more of these.

Word Count: 1483

Pairing: Jordan Fisher x Reader

Warnings: none. just fluff. 

“Jordan, this is your chance, man. This is an opportunity that you have to take up. I mean, this is Y/N we’re talking about. The girl you-”

“I know, I know.” Jordan replied, cutting off Oak before slipping on his white coat for the first song. They were getting ready for the matinee show. “It needs to be special.”

The cast and crew of Hamilton decided to do a secret santa thing for Christmas 2K16, so when Jordan found out that he was going to be your secret santa, he needed help on deciding what to get you.

He’d had a crush on you since the first time he talked to you, but did a good job of hiding it. Jordan didn’t want to mess up on his gift to you.

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Save me Part Four (Loki x Reader)

Originally posted by marra-frmz

Word Count: 1053

Pairing: Loki x Reader

AN: You can read part one, two and three here

You had been friends with Loki for a few weeks now and it was strange yet the best time of your life. He had showed you his magic and often pulled small pranks on you that caused you to get mad at him for a short period of time before you’d cave in and laugh at the situation. Just yesterday he made all the furniture in your room move to the ceiling causing you to almost faint at the sight, but that mischievous demigod had somehow found a place in your heart.

He’d teleport you both to random beautiful locations to have lunch or dinner. Just last week he teleported you both to Paris and you almost threw up when you realized where you were, not really wanting to think about the details behind your body appearing there. But never the less you’d really been enjoying Loki’s company and didn’t think you’d ever want it to go away.


Currently you were watching star wars with Loki on the couch in your apartment and it was a harder task than you’d originally thought it would be. If he could ever shut up about how the movie wasn’t accurate and that aliens didn’t look like that it would be a blessing. “Loki it’s not real, it’s not meant to be real so just shut the hell up and enjoy the movie.” You grumbled at him annoyed, throwing a piece of popcorn at his face.

He let out a loud groan as he laid on his back, staring at the ceiling. Deciding to use this moment to have a good look at his features yet again, you turned your head taking in his silky dark hair and pale-wait. Why was his skin blue?!

“Loki you’re blue.” You muttered out accidentally, hoping you hadn’t upset the boy with your careless words. His eyes nearly bulged out of their sockets at your statement as he quickly sat up, inspecting his skin to confirm that it was in fact the blue colour you said it was.

“Oh no no no no, this is not happening. Not here…not right now.” Mumbles you couldn’t quite understand rambled from his lips before he abruptly stood up and sprinted to your bathroom, closing and locking the door shut behind him. His actions caused worry to spread through you, standing up and making your way over to the door quickly. You pressed your ear against the door, attempting to hear something but you were met with the same mumbled words he spoke moments before. “I can’t believe this is happening and in front of her.”

You caught the last bit of his sentence causing your stomach to drop at his words, you didn’t realize he cared for you so much. Gently knocking on the door your voice came out in a gentle tone. “Loki…what’s going on? Please talk to me, let me in. I’m not afraid I just…I wasn’t aware that you, you know, turned blue and all that.”

It was silent for a moment before you heard the sound of the lock clicking, the door swinging open to reveal a very much blue Loki. His eyes were red and puffy showing that he’d let tears fall and you noticed his eye colour had now changed to red. Maybe you should have been afraid but you couldn’t be, this was just Loki. The demigod you’d grown to love and trust over the past month, he was now one of your closest friends.

He couldn’t keep eye contact with you as he stared at the ground in what appeared to be shame and disgust for himself. You were about to open your mouth but were cut off by his own voice. “This is what I really look like Y/N. Long story short i’m a frost giant that was raised by the king of Asgard. I will never truly belong anywhere and I will forever be an outcast. I don’t expect you to stick around now and I won’t blame you, I get it. I mean look at me, i’m horrific. Everything I touch freezes, I could literally kill someone with my touch. I’m-i’m a monster.”

You took a few steps closer to the boy, yet cautious not to step too close after hearing his warning of being able to kill people with his skin and all that. “You’re not a monster Loki, far from it. You’re one of my closest friends and I have so much trust in you. And what are you talking about you’re not ugly. You kind of remind me of that movie avatar or a smurf but i’ll explain that to you another time. But you’re not a monster.”

“Please don’t pity me, I don’t want yours or anyone’s pity.”

“Gosh Loki could you just stop for one moment alright. I don’t pity you I lo-” You cut your sentence short before you almost blurted out those three words so stupidly. Sure you had learned to love the prince quickly, he spent almost every day with you ever since you went on that date. But you didn’t think he’d be ready for such…commitment so early into whatever you called the relationship you both shared.

His skin started to go back to it’s pale colour as warmness spread through his body at the words you almost spoke. He was fairly certain you were about to confess your love for him. “What were you about to say?”

You didn’t even get to respond before you felt a pair of lips press against your own. Loki placed his hands gently against your waist as he pulled you into his chest as you melted into the kiss, reaching up and tugging on the ends of his hair. You felt a spark as you kissed, unlike something you’d ever felt before. You knew that this was right, that this was meant to be, this was fate.

You both pulled apart, Loki looking deeply into your eyes before brushing a small strand of hair behind your ear. “I love you too Y/N.” You smiled up at him and he suddenly let out a chuckle. “I can’t believe I fell in love with a mortal, and I used to pick on my brother for that.” You laughed at his words before pressing your lips against his once more.

Preference #12: Crush

Harry: “I know babe, I know.” Harry’s pleading voice echoed through his house. You glanced up at the clock hanging on the wall, Five o’clock exactly. The usual time when Harry and his current girlfriend Vanessa, or the spawn of satan as you called her, had their regular old fight. You flicked through your magazine slowly as you tried to block out the sounds of Harry pleading and the screech of the cellphone as Vanessa screamed out insults and accusations. You hated seeing him trapped in a toxic relationship like this, especially when in your heart you knew that you could be the one to make him happy. The unrequited crush was the worst type of crush, and it only made it worse that you and Harry were best friends …  just best friends. 

“Babe, you’re the one I want to be with, okay? Not Y/N, she’s just a friend.” You felt a pang in your heart at those words. It was the worst feeling in the world to fall for someone you have zero chance with, but so far you had successfully put on a brave face and kept your infatuation a complete secret. 

“Vanessa I love you okay! You know this, Y/N means nothing to me in that way.” You felt tears begin to well up in your eyes and blinked rapidly. He was only speaking the truth, and you could not blame him for that. You heard Harry say goodbye and slowly walk back to your room, so you stared at the magazine, willing yourself to hold your tongue. 

“Sorry about that, she’s just going through a lot right now.” You nodded in response, knowing if you opened your mouth all your thoughts and emotions would come tumbling out. He sighed and lay down on the bed next to you. You felt your skin heat up just by being close to him. 

“I wish she was like you, our relationship would be way less complicated.” He chuckled and nudged you with his hip. You bit your lip, trying hard to focus on the article you were reading. A single tear rolled down your cheek and you quickly brushed it away.

“Y/N, are you okay?” Harry sat up, turning to face you, his face full of concern. You felt yourself fall for him even more just by that and you let out a shaky breath that you didn’t even know you had been holding. 

“No, I need to go… I’m sorry.” You gathered your stuff and practically sprinted out of his bedroom. 

Liam: “Y/N you don’t even like football, why are we here?” Your best friend whined as you trudged along the football field outside your school. It was the middle of winter and it was absolutely freezing, thunder rumbled in the sky.

“I know but Liam is playing and I want to show my support.” You sat down on the ice-cold bleachers, shivering as you watched the football team warm up. You heard your best friend scoff and nudge you with her arm.

“Show your support? You are dressed to the nines girl, you want him to notice how hot you look.” You felt your cheeks flush with embarrassment and you shook your head quickly, avoiding eye contact.

“No way, we are just friends Y/BF/N”. You caught Liam’s eye and your heart fluttered as he waved to you. Even you had to admit, that feeling was not a platonic one. 

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The game ended with the school’s team winning, Liam kicking the final goal. As per school tradition, everyone would now go back to someones house and party until the early hours of the night. 

“I am so so so excited. I heard Nick’s got the house completely to himself and you know Nick’s parties are always the best ones.” Your best friend chattered on as you walked to your car amidst a crowd of loud fans. You listened slightly, mainly trying to spot Liam. You hated to admit it, but this crush you had on him was deepening every single day. 

“Y/N!” You turned around at the sound of Liam’s voice and saw him jogging towards you, a sweet smile plastered on his face. He looked so damn good in that Football uniform.

“Hey Liam! Good game today.” He scratched the back of his head and smiled sheepishly. 

“Thanks, I was just wondering if you were going to Nick’s party tonight?” Your cheeks flushed as your best friend smiled knowingly. You nodded in response, your stomach in complete knots.

“Sweet, I’d love to see you there.”

Zayn: “Another one? Y/N that’s the third one this week.” You smiled to yourself as you admired the neatly-folded piece of paper that fell out of your textbook. For the past two weeks you had been receiving little love notes from an anonymous person. They were incredibly sweet and well written and they made your stomach fill with butterflies. 

“I just want to know who it is.” You sighed to your friends, scanning over the note. You knew in your heart who you wanted it to be, but it was highly unlikely it would ever be him. You glanced around the classroom and your gaze fell to him, like it usually did. He was perfection, exactly why he didn’t even know you existed. 

“What’s on the back Y/N?” You flipped over the note and read the sentences scrawled on the back. 

I need to see you. Meet me at the Nick’s party tonight, on the balcony overlooking the garden. I’ll be waiting. 

Holy shit. You felt the butterflies in your stomach remerge. Tonight, finally, you would know who had been writing to you so beautifully. It had only been two weeks but it felt so much longer. 

“He wants me to meet him tonight at Nick’s party.” As your friends chattered excitedly around you, your gaze drifted to Zayn who was starting intensely at you. His brown eyes bore into yours, making your heart flutter. Although it was highly unlikely, you really hoped Zayn would be the one waiting on the balcony. 

Niall: “See the second Avengers was not even slightly as good as the first one” You gestured to the television where the screen showed a fighting action sequence. You were currently in Niall’s living room having a movie day with all the boys. It was a tradition, watch a bunch of movies and argue over how good/bad it is. 

“No way Y/N, we get two new loveable characters and we didn’t get any in the first one.” Niall retorted, ruffling your hair from his spot next to you. You scowled and swatted his hand away before leaning back against his shoulder. You and Niall had been best friends since you first met back in grade school. Gradually as he met the rest of the lads, you had begun to be friends with all of them. Now you were one big inseparable group. 

“Anyway we need a popcorn refill, anyone want anything while I’m up?” Everyone shook their heads no so you grabbed the bowl and walked to the kitchen. As soon as you left the room you heard muttering break out between them all. Curious, you listened in slightly. You could only make out the words Niall, her and crush. 

“What the hell…” You whispered to yourself. Niall had a crush? Niall hardly ever got crushes on girls and every time he did it killed you. You had developed feelings for Niall since you first met him, but of course you kept it to yourself. Why risk ruining an amazing friendship when you know he doesn’t feel the same way? You sighed and grabbed the popcorn, all your happiness drained out of your body, and walked back to the boys. Of course he didn’t feel the same way, you were nobody and he was somebody. 

Louis: “He totally likes you Y/N, he told me himself.” You and your best friend were getting ready for Nick’s party tonight, dressing yourself up to the nines and having some pre-drinks. Right now your best friend was telling you about the conversation she had with Louis, encouraging you to make a move on him.

“Y/BF/N how can I be sure? I need to talk to him, I’m too shy to go up and just kiss him.” You laughed, putting on your classic little black dress and looking at yourself in the mirror. A definite improvement, hopefully one Louis would notice.

“Oh please, he said so himself. I dare you to just do it, whats the worse that could happen?” You thought about it for a moment, she had a point. Life was short, taking risks was something everyone had to do at one point. Your stomach somersaulted at the thought.

“Fine, I’ll do it.” 

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The music was pounding, empty cups were strewn across the lawn and there was a girl practically dry humping a guy on the porch. The stench of tequila and beer was overwhelming. 

“I’m so freaking excited!” Your best friend squealed and practically dragged you inside. The whole house was filled with every single senior at school, majority of them were way too drunk to function normally. 

“Now you go find Louis, I’m going dancing.” You laughed as your best friend flounced away. You glanced around the room, Louis was nowhere in sight. It left two main places, the kitchen or outside near the hot tub. Your guess was the latter. You manoeuvred around everyone, making your way outside. The backyard was in an even worse state than the front yard, it seemed like it had become the designated place for hook ups. Couples were everywhere and you were extremely uncomfortable. You scanned the area and felt your heart drop as you noticed one of the ‘couples’ in the hot tub was Louis and a random, gorgeous girl. So much for having a crush on you…


Hey guys! I hope you enjoy this, message me if you want a part 2 and I’ll oblige!  xx

Rules for Dating Tony (Chapter4)

So I have a soft spot for Clint/Hawkeye so this little date night was one of my favorite to write. Catch up on the other date nights HERE.
I am loving how many people are rooting for Tony to end up with someone in particular! I love to hear from you guys so drop me a message/ comment/ or hit up my ask box!
I’m trying to tag everyone who wants to be tagged, so hopefully I didn’t miss anybody! Thanks for reading guys!

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“What movie is this again?” Tony asked, pushing the seat back so he had more room for his legs.

“The Werewolf Returns 4: Summer Camp.” Clint said gleefully over a mouthful of popcorn and Tony groaned.

“Easily one of the worst movies in the world. Why they ever made four of them–”

“Because it’s at a summer camp and all the girls wear white tank tops while they splash around.” Clint answered, rolling his eyes. “Come on, Tony, you know that’s the only reason guys watch horror movies.”

“Well you’re not lying about that.” Tony dropped his head back on the head rest. “I just… when you said a movie I thought you meant–”

“What? Like an independent film where we all feel bad about ourselves for not caring about penguins? No thanks. This will be a good distraction for you, because honestly I feel like you need a break.”

Tony turned in his seat and stared at the archer. “Wait, this whole movie idea is because you think I’m stressed out?”

“You’ve got a lot going on, Tony.” Clint looked at him just long enough to hand him some licorice. “Just in your day to day life anyway. You think nobody notices how much effort it takes you to get through a day, to make sure everything’s running the way it should, how much effort it takes to deal with the politicians and reporters and all the crap that comes with housing a group of super heroes. But I do, Tony. I mean, we all do, but I think maybe I see it more than others.”

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Doors

pairing: lafayette x reader (although it might as well be john x reader but)

word count: 2000

warnings: cheating, swearing, break up

prompt/request: “hello there could you do #110 with any person just lots of angst and such ahh” (this was AGES ago jfc)

a/n: idk why anyone would want to read a break up fic with laf but. either way here it is. enjoy <3


You knew something had happened while you were gone.

A job like yours required you to go on frequent business trips throughout the country – trips where you were gone for multiple days, quite often without any time to spare. And you knew Lafayette got lonely when you were gone, but when you first started dating, you clearly stated that this was your job, and you weren’t going to change that for him. He accepted this fact, of course, pressing kisses to your knuckles and whispering to you about how much he loved you. And he had been so good about it for the first few years; he stayed home and took care of the dog, watching old re-runs of his favorite French TV shows and eating countless bowls of popcorn. However, this time was different.

Lafayette had seemed… awkward, since you returned home. He seemed wrong. He wasn’t his suave, sensual, flirty self – no, he was stiff, still, and sometimes he even seemed sad. Sad! You had returned from a week-long trip across the country and he was sad around you! In the past, Lafayette was always sure to pleasure you when you returned home as best and as long as he could. But he had barely even hugged you. A quick embrace when he picked you up at the airport, a few more quick ones before you went to work in the morning, but nothing more than that. You weren’t even sure he kissed you yet.

It had been three whole days.

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