out on a date there boys

Bubs || Conor Maynard

Originally posted by conormaynardaf

Requests are currently [ OPEN ]

Word Count: 900+

Summary: As far as nicknames go, (Y/N) didn’t quite mind hers. 

Dedicated too: How gorgeous Conor Maynard is.

“Bubs has been here for literally five minutes and she’s already taken over my kitchen.”

“Bubs, truth or dare?”

“Bubs, think fast!”

As far as nicknames went, (Y/N)’s wasn’t the strangest out there. She’d only ever been referred to as a shortened version of her name before, and was never given any truly sought after nicknames; but the day she met the boys, that all changed.

She’d been dating Conor for around three months, and after a series of totally spontaneous and unplanned events, she’d managed to meet every single member of the buttercream squad within the space of five hours.

It was crazy, really. You went from being strangers one day to acting as if you’d known each other for years the next. It was as if you all just instantly clicked, like you were the missing piece to their puzzle.

Back to the nickname fiasco, the first time you were ever referred to as ‘bubs’, was when Joe heard it on a TV show and immediately thought of you: for some unknown reason. The boys were all watching TV in Joe’s house and seeing as the kitchen and the living room were joined, (Y/N) had volunteered to make dinner whilst also watching the show from across the room.

It started off with just Joe calling her it, until it slowly but surely spread infectiously to the rest of the group, from Joe to Conor, to Jack and then Josh and Oli; eventually Caspar and Mikey caught on too. Within two months of knowing her, they’d already found a solid nickname that just eliminated any need for her actual name.

After you and Conor decided to go public with your relationship, the boys began to catch you in more of their vlogs, have you feature in their videos and help them with their setups. You were a huge part of the buttercream squad, and you meant alot to each and every member.

The viewers didn’t exactly know how to react to the nickname, they were still getting used to seeing you so often and the fact that the boys seemed so attached to you just made things a little more easy. There was never much hate sent towards her, though she was constantly spammed with comments that just said 'bubs’.

Everyone wanted an explanation for the nickname, but there really wasn’t one to give. Instead, when asked the question during Q&A videos or anything like that, the boys would just shrug and move on; which raised suspicion.

There was a period of speculation from the fans, a whole bunch of wild theories being thrown out into the open. In the end, Jack featured (Y/N) in a video and they gave the most honest answer the could, that Joe had simply heard it on the TV and it’d just clicked.

Tonight was a Friday night, and you and Conor had decided against going out with the boys and instead planned on staying home, streaming the new season of Game Of Thrones and eating takeout food. It was the perfect plan, until Mikey decided that he wanted to join in on the action too.

It’d been a long week for the majority of the boys, but they were all willing to plough through the exhaustion and enjoy their longly awaited night out; all except Mikey.

He was like a piece of gum stuck on the bottom of a shoe, once he’d made himself at home there was no getting rid of him. God, they loved Mikey to bits, but sometimes they needed their alone time.

But (Y/N) didn’t have the heart to tell the man to leave, so instead she found ways to include Mikey in their festivities, from playing a cut throat game of shot scrabble to having competitions to see who could eat their noodles fastest without using their hands.

Now though, (Y/N) and Conor had cuddled up on the loveseat and Mikey’d made himself comfortable on the one seater. They were watching some trashy comedy show that actually wasn’t so bad, and the takeout containers were abandoned on the coffee table, ready to be cleaned up at a moments notice.

“You tired, baby?” Conor murmured as you snuggle further into his chest, nodding slowly and yawning into his black shirt. Conor looks up and narrows his eyes at the guy in the leather jacket. “Mikey, out.”

He looks up in shock. “Wait, what? It’s only like,” he glances down at his watch. “Ten pm.”

“My girlfriend is tired, therefor you are leaving. So, shoo.” He says, a serious tone in his voice but even as tired she was (Y/N) could tell that he was only kidding. “I’ll pop over to Jack’s tomorrow, you’re filming, right?”

Mikey nods as he stands up and begins to gather together his things. “Bubs, can you bake some brownies and bring them?”

(Y/N) hums and glances up at him from Conor’s chest with another yawn. “Yeah, be safe getting home.”

“Always.” He grins widely as he opens the front door and leaves before slamming it way more aggressively than necessary.

Conor rolls his eyes, but they soften when he looks back down at his sleepy girlfriend. “Come on you, let’s get you into bed.”

As he stands up with her in his arms, she rests her head on his shoulder and breathes against his neck softly, causing the hairs on his arms to raise. “Hey, Con?”

“Yeah, bubs?”

“I love you.”

“I love you too.”

Dating Sirius Black would include:

~you would probably be friends for a pretty long time ~but he only realizes he likes you in the beginning of your 6th year ~he started dating more girls because he was confused at first ~but then he finally accepted his feelings towards you ~you would start having feelings for him when he beat the shit out of a boy that broke your heart ~James and Remus betting on when he would finally tell them ~Remus winning ~Sirius pulling Remus aside to ask for his help ~Remus smirks because he had the same conversation with you just a few days prior ~But he doesn’t say anything ~Peter doesn’t understand shit ~You getting together in the middle of 7th year when he finally had the courage to tell you about how he felt ~You kissing him after that ~Helping the Marauders plan most of their pranks ~Helping Lily get together with James by “casually opening a conversation about him” ~After you graduate, you and Sirius move together ~SEX ~SEX ~SEX ~did I mention SEX ~but also cuddles, a lot of them ~both of you being HUGE blanket hogs ~him being the big spoon because he’s extremely protective over you ~when you return one day home from a mission injured he practically LOOSES his mind ~after he makes sure you’re ok and the rest of the guys are watching over you he goes to Dumbledoor ~he basically screams at him about how irresponsible it was to let you go alone ~storming off ~you invited McGonagall to your wedding because IT’S MCGONAGALL

~when lily and James died, he ran to you, to explain

~he didn’t get the chance

~the moment a pair of aurors burst threw the door, you knew what was going on

~you tried to help him, explain to them that sirius would never..

~you couldn’t convince them

sialia-mortis  asked:

Date a boy with pink hair who wears flower crowns. A boy who cries a lot and is very sensitive. A boy who still takes time out of his day to check his NekoAtsume app and shows you pictures of all his new cats. 🌹

remember to submit friends <3

anonymous asked:

I think I'm ace but I'm not sure. I'm a girl and I'm attracted to cute boys. Fluffy hair, adorable smiles, silly giggles, dorky personalities etc. but I've always been repulsed by muscles and what is considered 'hot' by the norm. I've never once looked at a boy and thought he was 'hot'. I like the idea of someday being in a relationship (not now because I think I'm still too young to date, I'm only 16) but only a cuddle-hug kind, neck kisses maybe. But does that mean ace? Thanks for the help> :)

if you want to figure out if you’re ace, you need to ask yourself one simple question: do you feel sexual attraction?

make sure what you’re feeling isn’t another type of attraction (platonic, romantic, sensual, etc.)

if the answer is no, then you’re ace. ta-da. nothing more to it.

what you find attractive in a person doesn’t really help figure out your sexuality either


Maybe I wasn't born unfinished....

Can I tell you a secret? You don’t have to be in a relationship.

I mean it. I know they force it down your throat until you choke on it. Girls aren’t pretty unless they’re wanted. Boys aren’t men unless they’re having sex with someone. People aren’t lovable until they’re dating someone.

But a relationship won’t always make you happy, and as wonderful as romance is, it isn’t the only love that exists. I have seen friendships that are deeper and more pure than couples who swear it’s forever - and yet the friendship is the one people ignore.

I have heard so often “nobody loves me” out of the mouths of people who are single. And it kills me because if you ask them: where are your parents, your teachers, your classmates, your pets - they say, yes, okay, but it doesn’t count. Of course it counts, love doesn’t diminish just because someone doesn’t want to have sex with you. In fact, doesn’t it sort of make that love more real that they want nothing - not even a date - out of you?

It is pretty to be in love. It’s magical, I’m sure. But it’s also wonderful to stop for ice cream in your prom dress with six other girls. It’s also wonderful to go visit the world with nothing but a bunch of buddies who are really excited about learning.

The problem is: we’ve made everything about “the one”. But maybe “the one” is just you, loving yourself, having fun, and being happy. Maybe instead of looking for our other halves, we should be piecing ourselves together.

Maybe I wasn’t born unfinished. Maybe I am the one who makes myself better.”

— Single serving size // r.i.d

You Spoil Me- Jake Virtanen

Hope you like it! @takeitoff-leafs I don’t know much about Vancouver so I hope this isn’t too far off! (But I love the Canucks so this was great!) 

Requests are open!

Request: Hey, I was wondering if I could request an imagine with Jake Virtanen where he takes the reader out on a cute date around Vancouver. Thank you💕

Warnings: none


Spring break hadn’t been able to come soon enough. It had been the semester from hell and you were ready to pack your bags and head to Vancouver. You had grown up in the city and had moved away for school, leaving both your beloved city and boyfriend behind.

You had met Jake while you had been working in a little coffee shop downtown, trying to save up for college in the states. The blonde haired boy had come in every day for a month before he finally started talking to you. It took him another month to ask for your phone number. It only took him two weeks after that, however, to finally ask you on a date. The two of you were now going on two years and you honestly couldn’t be happier. 

Except for the fact that this semester had drained you completely and it was obvious that school had started to take its tole on you. You weren’t sleeping and your anxiety had gone through the roof. Jake had easily noticed and tried to be the best boyfriend he could be from afar. That meant regular phone calls, daily texts, and the occasional food delivered right to your front door curtesy of Jake’s credit card. He had even tried to come down to visit you and take care of daily errands and chores, but it was right in the middle of the season and there was no way you were going to let him forfeit any games. 

Your plane landed and you stood up immediately, grabbing your carry on and impatiently waiting to be let off the plane. You almost groaned out loud as it took another ten minutes for you to finally enter the terminal. You walked as fast as your feet would carry you towards the baggage claim. Now that you were off the plane, you calmed down a little, relaxing into the familiar rhythm of Vancouver. Your phone vibrated in your hand and looked at the message quickly.

Jake-a-Bake: Turn around loser

You quickly turned. And there stood you blonde haired hockey player, a huge smile plastered on his face. Before you could even move, he had you in a bone crushing hug, not that you cared. You hugged him back just as tightly, already feeling the stress of school melting away.

“I missed you,” Jake admitted, before kissing you.

“I guess I missed you too,” you smirked, leaning into him. 

“Yeah, yeah,” he rolled his eyes, still smiling. “Which one is your bag? Never mind, how could i ever forget that obnoxious orange color?” He teased as he picked your neon orange suitcase off the conveyor belt. 

“Hey!” You objected. “Its easy to find okay?” 

“Whatever you say,” Jake poked your side, before grabbing your hand and leading you towards the exit. “So would you object to spending the rest of your night with me?” He looked at you out of the corner of his eye as he put his car in reverse.

“Have I ever?”

“I was just checking,” he scoffed. “I didn’t know how tired you would be, but I have a few things planned.” 

“If you planned it then I’m up for it!”

“Good,” Jake smiled, grabbing you hand and holding it as he drove.

It was a quick trip to his house and the ride was filled with stories and laughs, almost as if you hadn’t been away for ten weeks. 

“I have something for you, wait here,” Jake told you once you had deposited your bag in his room. He emerged from his closet with a box in his hand. “Its for you to wear tonight.” 

You opened it to find a beautiful lace, black dress with matching heels, and a matching set of diamond earrings and necklace.

“Jake,” you breathed out. “I can’t, this is too much.”

“No it isn’t,” Jake said simply, resting his hand on your cheek. “I haven’t been there for you as much as I would’ve liked these past few weeks and I know how awful this semester has been. I was hoping these would make up for it.”

“Jake you’ve always been there,” you shook your head. 

“Yeah well, like I said, not enough. And I love getting to spoil my girlfriend. Now go get ready, we have to leave in 20,” he told you pushing you in the direction of the bathroom.

You grabbed his hand, pulling him to you. “Thank you,” you said, kissing him. He smiled into the kiss, but pulled back and turned you in the direction of the bathroom. 


Half an hour later and the two of you walked into a brand new restaurant downtown. You looked around in awe. It was on the top floor of a 54 floor building and the restaurant jutted out over the side, the glass windows letting you see the lights below. 

“This is gorgeous,” you said, still staring out the window. 

“I like my view better,” Jake said, making you throw a piece of your bed at him. “Hey! This is a nice restaurant, no throwing food!” He said as he chucked his straw wrapper at you. “If you don’t appreciate my Cheese-iness, I’ll take it somewhere else.” 

“Yeah, tell Ben I say hi.”

“At least he appreciates my pick up lines.”

“I appreciate them!” You defended yourself. “And I appreciate everything you do for me.” Jake looked at you, a small smile on his lips. “How new is this place?” You asked as the waiter brought over your food.

“Very, very new.”

“How did you even get a reservation then?”

“I’ll have you know I play for the Vancouver Canucks.”

“Do you really?” You playfully gasped.

“I do and having those kind of connections and that kind of money really helps when you need to make something happen.”

“You paid for this reservation?” You deadpanned. 

“Just a little,” Jake shrugged. 

“Jake you can’t keep spending-,” But your boyfriend cut you off.

“I can and I will,” He said, his tone indicating that the conversation was over. “I only get to spoil you every so often. Let me okay?” He said, his voice softer now.

“Fine, but I’m paying for desert.” You crossed your arms.

“Only if we get pie from Patty’s.”

“Where else?” You laughed, picking up your fork.


Another two hours later and the two of you sat in the park on your favorite bench right by the fountain, pie and forks in hand. The lights from the city sparkled on the water and reminded you of the first time the two of you had come here. 

Jake stood up and grabbed your empty carry out box, throwing it in the trash before coming to sit next to you and pulling you into his side. 

“I really did miss you,” he said into your hair.

“And you know I really missed you too,” you said, playing with his fingers. “Thank you for tonight.”

“Of course! You deserve only the best. I mean, you have put up with me for the past two years. And I know how hard it is to have a hockey player as a boyfriend.”

“Dude, you and Ben are on the same team, its not like you’re long distance,” you laughed, leaning your head on his shoulder. You had made it clear on your first date that Ben Hutton was your favorite Canuck and that was never going to change. 

“Shut up or he’s never allowed to hang out with us again,” Jake played with your hair. 

“Our relationship would be over.”

“Good to know you’re really only with me because you love my team mates.”


Jake laughed, placing his head in the crook of your neck. “I’m glad your home.”

“Me too Jakey, me too.” The two of you sat in silence for a few minutes, soaking in each other’s company. You sighed dramatically before you sat up, earning a giggle from your boyfriend. “But these shoes are killing me and I’m getting tired. So how about we head back and just cuddle a lot?” You smiled, pulling him to his feet. 

“As you wish,” he grinned, quoting your favorite movie. He leaned down and kissed you, holding you in place. 

“I love you,” you, said simply.

“I love you too.” 

anonymous asked:

I have a boyfriend that I've been dating for awhile now, and Im recently discovering that I might want to transition to a boy.. He's talked to about possibly being bi before but Idk how to tell him 😩

Your happiness is very essential in your relationship working out, not telling your significant other something that important is going to take its toll on you and inevitably your relationship. I suggest sitting him down and calmly bring the topic up.

Just a scratch(drabble)

requested by: @accioknowitall

Pairing: James potter x reader

reader pronouns: he/him

warnings: cussing, injuries, pissy reader, fluff

summary: the reader is James’ boyfriend who takes care of the Marauders(because they’re illegal Animagi’s)after the full moons. One full moon James gets hurt and y/n is pissed.

time line:  marauders era

fandom: Harry Potter

requested: Yes

Originally posted by marauderseraimagines

James Potter and Y/N L/N have been dating since third year. The two were happy as can be. Y/n always assisted when any of the boys got hurt during a full moon. 

He was one of the only people who knew about the activities that happened every full moon. Hell y/n was the one to patch the boys up when they would get hurt. 

One full moon when the Marauders were out helping Remus with his werewolf transformation, James was injured. Of course James being the idiot he is he tried to calm the werewolf down and ended up getting scratched across the stomach. 

As soon as the transformation was over the boys rushed James back to the boys dorm, where James’s boyfriend was waiting impatiently. 

But as soon as y/n saw that his boyfriend was injured he jumped into action. He immediately started to start a healing process with potions he kept hidden.

The very worried y/n started to do his work on healing James(who said he was fine. which we all know is a lie). Y/n sighed in relief when the wound started to heal. 

The pain was obviously starting to fade because James looked relieved and let out a little sigh.

James hissed when his boyfriend hit his shoulder, his boyfriend giving him a death glare.

“James Potter what the hell did you think you were doing?”

James rubbed his neck softly and grinned “Trying to help my friend?” It came out more as a question, hoping y/n wouldn’t start yelling.

Y/n sighed quietly and pecked James’ lips “if you ever do that again i’ll kick your ass”


anonymous asked:

My crush isnt really my crush anymore and heres why- he really liked me back, we went on 2 dates, talked over text and snapchat all the time even after that, then all of a sudden he just kind of got bored of me i guess?? In person hes different which is weird. And id still snapchat him and he would still respond and stuff but finally i just decided not to and he hasnt reached out so i just. I hate relationships and boys 🙄

I totally get what you mean about people being different in person compared to over the phone. I’m really against people trying to ‘get to know me’ over Facebook because I’m like it will just be awkward in person if we get super open and friendly online. Personally, I think you’ve really got to connect in person first. I hate people who when you snapchat them, they reply with something entirely different, especially when what you send was hilarious… I think if he’s stopped communicating with you then it’s a sign to move on to better things! x

Pyre PSA, (as such)

Hey guys.

I know I’ve not been particularly great at engaging lately, especially on a fandom front, and I’m sorry for that. As you’ve all no doubt noticed, its been an incredibly tough couple years for me, both on a personal and family basis, and that’s obviously ended up with my blog turning into something of a farce with regards to what I originally set it up for.

I’m hopefully going to be posting some of my old fanfic over on Ao3 fairly shortly, things from the early days of Bound Universe (Bound was five years old on the 5th!!) seeing the boys in my fanon as they were before Bound began, and all hell started breaking loose on the family…

I have my fanfic masterlist on here in my links section, (a little out of date with recent additions) but would people like to see them in separate text posts too? I want to get back to writing Boundverse, and subsequently Fulcrum as a distraction again, as well as updating my other WIPs, but I want to make sure you guys are interested before I shove them down your throats.

What do you all think? I want to thank you all profusely for being patient with me, it means the world. I’m trying to be brave, and this fandom helps me do that. It’s a mark of how incredibly beautiful you all are that I’m keeping on going, despite everything.

Let me know, okay? Gotta make sure I clean the messes I’ve made of the boys and their lives, somehow.

Things the signs love

Aries: To feel wanted. Baby animals (especially kittens). Corny gifts. Stability. Forehead kisses. Red lipstick. Deep and meaningful conversations. Vodka. Mutual feelings. Drunk texts. Holding hands. Hot showers. Comedy movies. Someone that will make them better as a person. 

Taurus: Traveling. Roller coasters. Commitment. Neck kisses. Fun dates. Comfort snacks. Peanut butter. Watching horror movies with a significant other. Warm, fluffy towels. Buying pointless things. Late night tumblr sessions. Stuffed animals. Meaningful letters. Getting dressed up. Bubble baths. Forest. Rain and storms.

Gemini: Make out sessions. Instagram. Feeling wanted. Cute dates. Tall boys/short girls. Fluffy rugs. Romance movies. Collecting random things. Messy rooms. Wine. Conversations about sex. Being made feel special. Driving with the windows down.

Cancer: Small animals. Silk pajamas. Pretty things. Flowers. Cute lingerie. Vanilla milkshakes. Buying expensive makeup. Stuff that smells good. Fan-girling over celebs. Late night Netflix. Pizza. Roller skating.

Leo: Night drives. Fairy lights. Soft, worn in hoodies. Stars. Instagram. Fireworks. Soft cheeks kisses. Bear hugs. Stomach butterflies. Giving advice. Salted caramel. Champagne. Amusement parks.

Virgo: Face masks. Commitment. Dogs. Turning up music loud while driving. Disney movies. Feeling acknowledged. Sound of rain. Music. Shooting stars. Black and white photographs. Fashion.

Libra: Candles. Fireworks. Bonfires. Commitment. Romance novels. Big animals. Warm houses. Skinny jeans. Drinking with friends. Salt and vinegar chips. Sending ugly pictures to friends. Lip syncing beyonce or justin bieber. Smell of books. Dogs. The milky way.

Scorpio: Cold drinks. Full bank account. Adrenaline rushes. Deep, passionate kisses. Warm socks. Inside jokes. Staring. Hand written letters. Sarcasm. Movies (scorpios are movie freaks). Soapy showers.

Sagittarius: Horror movies with friends. Weed. Photography. Architecture. Gossip. Classy outings. Sarcasm. Face and body products. Reaching high levels on video games. Sassy remarks. Traveling. Cactuses. Piercings. Adventure. Croissants.

Capricorn: Expensive makeup. Feeling wanted. Photo booths. Clean houses. Clouds. Sarcasm. Dirty jokes. Sparklers. Green grass. Festivals. Drunk texting. Pretty underwear. Boybands. Late night tumblr sessions. Dark lipstick. Passionate kissing.

Aquarius: Aquariums ( :’) ). Beach bikes. Long strolls on beach. Sundresses. Innocent gossip. Booty. Late night texting. Blasting music in car. Exotic drinks. Trampolines. Rock jumps. Books. Christmas lights. Pretty views.

Pisces: Old movies. Heart shaped sunglasses. The universe. Knitted blankets. Shimmery eyeshadow. Learning. Smell of rain. Daydreaming. Chill songs. Sea shells. Drawing. Brand new pens.

Date a boy who’s part wolf, part mech, part rabbit, part fox, part sunglasses, part dragon, part dad, all dad, all knives. If you unbutton his shirt, a bunch of knives will fall out, and then he’ll die, because he’s just a bunch of knives under there.
So, I noticed a thing about our favourite Russian

See here a screenshot from episode 10 where Viktor is shown with his medals 

Hmm, that one in the centre seems to be quite prominent from the rest.. I wonder…


Having figured out the dates, Viktor would have been freshly eighteen years old right here (the men’s finals took place at the start of February). So we can take the assumption that this was his first Olympics. And that boy won gold. And with the way it’s displayed, prominent and at the centre of his chest, it appears to be the one he’s most proud of? How adorable??? 

(also I’m now assuming that he won gold at both Vancouver and Sochi - considering how he was at the height of his career during this time) 

(canon three time Olympic gold medallist confirmed)

Bonus: Imagine fourteen year old Yuuri’s reaction


I have so many people in my inbox asking for how the bakushima asked Denki out it’s amazing - the answer is it was a disaster from start to end but what were you all even expecting we’re talking about Bakugou and Kirishima

Denki said yes anyway cause he’s a disaster too

dating advice: the “captain america” rule

Context: I grew up in a family of nerds, and superheroes were always a really big part of my childhood. Captain America was a favorite, and he kind of became my family’s standard for good behavior and just generally being a Nice Person. (If one of the kids started a fight they’d get hit with, “What would Captain America think of how you’re acting?”, stuff like that.)

So when I got to high school and started dating, my mom told me something that sounds funny but in retrospect actually turned out to be really good advice:

“Date someone who treats you the way Captain America would. Never settle for less.” 

And this has actually helped me so much in my dating life, through high school and into my adult years, because even if it’s a little silly, it’s been really helpful to have that standard in the back of my mind when I’m first going into a relationship. 

Would Captain America ignore my calls? Would Captain America forget my birthday? Would Captain America get mad at me for cancelling a date because a family emergency came up? If the answer is no, then I know that the person I’m currently dating does not meet my standards, and that I need to break things off before they get too serious.

And your standard absolutely does not have to be Captain America, specifically. It can be any person, male or female, real or fictional, who is known for being respectful and considerate. It can even be an imaginary “soulmate” that you make up yourself. The point is to have a specific idea of how you expect to be treated by your romantic partners, and to refuse to compromise or settle for less. (Just make sure you’re holding yourself to the same standards – you can’t expect to date superheroes if you’re going to treat your partners the way a supervillain would.) This is a really good way to keep yourself from falling into bad relationships where you aren’t treated with the respect and care you deserve.

TL;DR: You deserve to date people who are respectful and considerate of you. You deserve a Captain America. Don’t settle for less. 

Date a boy who will take you on walks through the woods at 3am. You and him will walk for hours through the moonlit paths. He’ll point out his favorite flowers. You’ll point out the distant coyote howls. He’ll hold your hand. You’ll check the time. It will still be 3am.