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Originally posted by charnellecatastrophe

A note about shipping with me
  • I probably already ship it
  • not that I deliberately start rp'ing with people for the purposes of shipping, but if there’s chemistry, if there’s interesting interaction, then yeah, I probably ship it
  • you don’t have to ship it too; it’s fun to torture the muse with unrequited feelings okay
  • I will never pressure you into a ship
  • if you feel like i’m pressuring you, let me know and i’ll do my best to rectify the behavior
  • if you want to ship a thing, pitch it to me. the answer is probably yes.
  • that said, don’t assume it without at least mentioning it to me ooc first.
  • ships are usually in their own seperate verses unless we’ve discussed something else.
  • if you ship with me I’ll ruin your life

xoxox i love you bbies

anonymous asked:

drunk baz!!!!

  • we already know baz is a giggly drunk
  • dont even argue me after the twinkle twinkle little star thing
  • but while simon knew this on an intellectual level
  • he wasn’t PREPARED
  • this boy laughs at literally everything when he’s drunk
  • “the clock… it’s so,,, round… heehee… round…”
  • but even drunk, he’s super independent
  • never wants help even when he’s tripping into walls and falling all over the place
  • he’s got this
  • he’s an independent baz that dont need no man
  • (wait no i do need a man, simon pls i cant get up)
  • he once spent half an hour giggling bc of simon’s name??
  • “simon snow… did u know your name is ALLITERATION… ahaha… you’re named after an alliteration… and also weather,,, ur named after weather… ahaha-”
  • go home baz, you’re drunk
the signs as romantic Carry On quotes
  • Aries: It's a hard spell and an old spell, and it works only if you understand the Great Vowel Shift of the Sixteenth Century- and if you're stupidly in love.
  • Taurus: Baz looks back at his phone, bored. “Fell in love, didn't you?”
  • Gemini: I step closer to him, and my voice drops to a menace. “Why? So we can tumble around and kiss and pretend to be happy boyfriends?”
  • Cancer: I think I might kiss him. He's right here. And his lips are hanging open (mouth breather) and his eyes are alive, alive, alive.
  • Leo: Sharing a room with the person you want most is like sharing a room with an open fire.
  • Virgo: “No,” he says quickly. “I do.” He clears his throat. “I don't want you to leave without me.”
  • Libra: I meet his gaze and sneer. My arm is a steel band around his waist. “I choose you,” I say. “Simon Snow, I choose you.”
  • Scorpio: “I won't,” I say. “I've never turned my back on you. And I'm not starting now.”
  • Sagittarius: “Who needs magic,” Baz says. “I'm going to turn you into a vampire and make you live with me forever.”
  • Capricorn: “This,” I say. “I want to be your boyfriend. Your terrible boyfriend.”
  • Aquarius: Can I be in love with a supervillain?
  • Pisces: “I was eleven years old, and I'd lost my mother, and my soul, and the Crucible gave me you.”

huffleheck  asked:

Okay but hc's for meeting Benji through Becca and he's smitten and shook and all other kind of s words

oh my god ok listen

- beca meets you through the radio station. you’d dropped by to leave your internship papers and she was the only one around.

- of course, you start spending a lot of time around her because you both work there.

- one day, she walks in with these two boys. you recognize one as jesse, who you work with, but the other one you’ve only seen on campus.

- he has this dopey smile on his face and his eyes are wide in wonder.

- you come out from the back room to greet them and the mystery boy all but freezes in his tracks when he sees you.

- jesse and beca share a look because they Notice.

- beca smiles brightly at you. “[y/n]! this is benji, he’s part of the treblemakers and jesse’s roommate!”

- benji is stumbling over his words because fuck i’ve never seen someone this cute oh my god you’re so adorable what the hell i don’t want to embarrass myself

- jesse nudges him and he snaps out of it.

- his dorky grin gets even bigger as he bows slightly and says, “i’m benji, like beca said. it’s a pleasure to meet you!!”

- jesse and beca just know how absolutely smitten (by dodie) he is with you. they think it’s adorable.

- he gets caught on his words when he’s speaking to you and he blushes so much when you even glance in his direction.

- there’s no denying that in the ten minutes he’s known you, he’s already head over heels for you.

- right before he and jesse leave, jesse nudges him and nods his head towards you, and he ends up rushing out “heyiwaswonderingificouldhaveyournumber”

- beca covers her mouth to hold in a laugh and you look up at him with a confused look on your face. “what was that, benj?”

- fuck you’ve already got a cute nickname for me

- “i just-” he clears his throat and straightens his back “i was wondering if i could have your, uh.. number.”

- you giggle because this goofball is acting likes such a dork. you nod and lean over to write your phone number on a scrap piece of paper from the front desk.

- he nearly dies on the spot when you give him the slip.

- beca and jesse consider this one of their biggest achievements.

anonymous asked:

Nr 51 from the writing prompts pleaseee😍

Thank you so much for your request, babes! Sorry this one took me a bit longer. Between the other requests I had and keeping up with No Control, this took bit of a backseat, but I finally got time to write it. Hope you like it!

Also, this got a wee bit out of hand, so it kinda ends on a cliffy. If you want a second part, just let me know!

51. “I see the way you look at me when you think I’m not looking.”

Originally posted by thedailystyles

Y/N was fucked.

Well, not literally, which was part of her problem, she thought. At least if she was literally fucked, she would be getting something other than feelings of immense frustration and a little bit of self-loathing from this situation. 

But, no. Y/N was fucked in the metaphorical sense where she knew no good could come of the feelings she could sense growing in her tummy, like a snowball that has somehow rolled itself into an avalanche without anyone noticing. One day she’d been happy to have a laugh with the boy she had no business even being friends with, and now she got butterflies in her stomach and a little flutter in her chest whenever he’d so much as smile because of her. She wasn’t sure when or how it’d happened, but it had, and now she was fucked.

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anonymous asked:

Ok prompt: baz is a swimmer (like damn all lean and muscly) and Simon is a guy who can't actually swim but I ly doggy paddle and they're neighbors and they get talking or smth and they're both like 👀👀😍😍 so baz offers swimming lessons and idk where to go with this I just woke up but try it maybe ?

Anon…. this is actually the greatest prompt EVER. 

I AM A SWIMMER. I can work this au so well… GET READY (also baz is totally like a distance swimmer like 200s and 500s and 1650s even and IF simon were a swimmer but hes not for this au he would totally be a flyer)

So this isnt exactly your suggestion but it’s close I think I hope you like it

(Normal boarding school, Simon and Baz are still roommates,
swim team au)

(there’ll be a part two, i think) (because i like this) (chaptered possibly) (because i need baz pov and less introduction more of the actual prompt im sorry) 


this is shit

Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 7 Chapter 8 Chapter 9 Chapter 10 Chapter 11 Chapter 12


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anonymous asked:

hc's for benji or evan when someone else is hitting on their s/o?

why have one…. when you can have…….. both


- poor baby :((

- he’s a little too anxious to really do anything super outrageous.

- but he does notice what the person is trying to do, which makes him uncomfortable.

- he doesn’t say anything.

- but he does slip his hand into yours or puts his arm around your shoulders, just to passive aggressively tell the person to back off.

- it takes a few intimidating looks to get the message across though.

- he’s very relieved when the person leaves and you can tell he relaxes.


- this kid literally has no shame. he doesn’t care at all.

- and he’s super observant, so he definitely notices when someone is trying to flirt with you.

- sometimes he’ll go for the subtle approach.

- he’ll sling an arm around your waist or hold your hand.

- other times, if the person is laying it on thick, he’ll throw his arm around your shoulders and give you a great big smooch on the cheek!!

- “i see you’ve met my lovely significant other!!”

- the person becomes visibly awkward and leaves.

- very protective, but very lowkey about it. a good boyf.

mllejeune  asked:

Ooh, 25 please!

Thanks much for the prompt! 

25. “I thought we could go back to whatever the hell we were!”

“If you keep avoiding me, I’m going to develop a complex.”

Ginny startles and lets out a squeak, nearly dropping the bag slung over her shoulder.

“You need a bell, Lawson,” she grumbles as she turns to face him. His is expression is solemn even though his words were said lightly. She frowns back at him and shrugs. “I’m not avoiding you.”

“You are absolutely avoiding me and I’d like to know why.”

She fidgets and casts her eyes away from his gaze. “Can’t give you a why for something that’s not actually happening.”

“Ginny,” Mike says firmly, making her stop and lock eyes with him. “Come on. Don’t do this. You know what you’re doing.”

She loops her free arm through the strap of her backpack and lets the weight settle against her. “Now’s not the time.”

“When is the time?” he demands. “Another month from now when you’re still not talking to me?”


“What do I have to do in order for you to own up to the fact that this has been happening?”


“Please don’t make another excuse. You’ve been avoiding me ever since we kissed, and—”

“Shh!” she cuts him off with a hiss. “Mike, seriously, not here—”

Mike throws up his hands. “There’s no one else around. I double and triple-checked. And then I waited because I knew you’d try to be the last one out to try and avoid me and this again. We kissed Ginny. It happened and it was fucking perfect…until you started going out of your way to avoid me. Why? You said you were fine…that it was fine and it was a long time coming, so—“

“I thought we could go back to whatever the hell we were!” Ginny exclaims. “But we can’t because every time I take a moment to sit still I remember that kiss. I dream about it. I feel every moment of it Mike, and it’s excruciating being around you when you agreed that it was just fine, what the hell—”

Mike’s lips over hers cut off whatever she plans to say next. His hand lovingly cups her cheek even as his lips are urgent and demanding against hers. The heady smell of sandalwood and citrus surround her when he takes a step closer.

He eases her backpack from her shoulders and the thud of it hitting the ground barely registers for Ginny, too consumed with the feel of his massive arms pulling her into his chest.

He breaks the kiss with a huff, takes a breath, and presses his lips against her again—softer this time. He brings both hands to her face and gently cups her cheeks, running his thumbs across her high cheekbones as his mouth plunders hers.

“Not nothing,” he whispers against her mouth when he finally breaks their kiss. He leans away and looks steadily into her eyes. “Everything. I’ve wanted to kiss you every moment of every day since knowing exactly how it feels. So, unless you have any objections, I plan to do just that every day for as long as you let me.”

Ginny’s answering grin is wide and a little manic. “No objections at all.”



Jack: Yeah! He goes to our high school (he’s a year older) 
Jack: And yeah, he helps me with my homework sometimes

anonymous asked:

14 for Snowbaz for the I love you prompt thing :)

14. “Can I have this dance?”

Nobody ever knows what they want at thirteen but Baz Pitch wanted Simon Snow. Snow was a fidgety kid, with messy blonde curls and icy eyes, fingers always tap-tap-tapping against his desk, his leg bouncing, smacking gum– in short, Snow was energy. Not energetic, energy, the thing, the being. He was motion.

He stepped into the school auditorium where the dance was being held in a grey suit with too-long sleeves and trousers, and Snow was light.

Baz tried not to choke on his own spit when Simon fumbled his way out to the dance floor. He was going to do this. Baz was going to do this. If a thirteen year old could know what need was, then Baz needed this. From his vantage point in the corner near concession, Baz saw Snow had found his group already. A brown-skinned girl with purple hair named Penny Bunce, round at the edges with a kind smile, and a skinny little blonde thing named Agatha. Simon was laughing at something, his thumb jammed into the pocket of his pants, toe tapping off-beat to the music. Baz wondered if Snow had ever slow danced with someone before.

Baz was going to find out.

Baz busied himself while he waited for the next slow song, stuffing cupcakes down his gullet like they were his lifeblood. Probably not a good idea, he reasoned, when he was so nervous, but his stomach didn’t feel upset yet, and he had to occupy his mind somehow. His nerves were jumping, every sound intensified in his ears, every sight brighter and closer to his eyes. Shaky-nervous, stupid-nervous. Excited.

And then the song changed. Some quiet, jazzy version of Can’t Help Falling In Love, sang by a breathy woman with piano in the background. Baz watched as the dance floor cleared out a little, and people coupled off. Before he could lose his willpower, Baz bustled across the floor to Snow, who was leaning his shoulder against a wall across the room and looking bored and a little sad. Snow fiddled absently with his black bow tie. Baz gulped. He was regretting those last few cupcakes. He approached Snow and tapped him on the shoulder.

Snow turned around, then smiled when he saw Baz. “Hey,” he said. Baz nodded and smiled back, unable to form a single coherent word. Snow’s grin seemed lazily draped over his face with the sole intent of being a gritty, wanton thing. Baz smiled harder, trying to make up for his silence. Snow laughed.

“Not feeling talkative, eh? Don’t worry. School dances aren’t really my scene either.” Out of the blue, a blush rose to Snow’s freckled cheeks. “Um… you wouldn’t mind if… I don’t suppose…”

Baz’s eyebrows knit together in confusion. This wasn’t going the way he’d planned at all. Then Snow’s smile was back, and his knuckles brushed warmly against Baz’s cheek. Baz felt his face heat up tenfold. “Sorry if this is rude,” Snow began again, facing Baz this time. “But my friend Penny told me you were into blokes. I was just wondering… Can I have this dance?”

“I- I- yes,” Baz stuttered out, but as they started out to the dance floor, the last few chords of the song played and it ended.

“Oh well,” Snow said, smiling and bumping his shoulder conspiratorially against Baz’s. “Next song, then.”

“Yeah,” Baz giggled, bumping Simon back. “Next song.”

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