sorry but that tweet was so sweet i just had to

House Rules (M)

Originally posted by nnochu

Summary: Frustration over recent political changes sets you off, and your loving husband helps you see the error of your ways.

Pairing: Yoongi x Reader

Genre: Smut

Word Count: 7,492

Warning: Dom!Yoongi, husband/wife relationship, teasing, punishment, edging, ass play, dirty talk, political themes

A/N: I could probably add more warnings. Rest assured, this is not vanilla. Enjoy!

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Being Lin-Manuel Miranda’s Daughter...
  • Lin would cry the day you were born but he would also brag a lot.
  • He’d shower you with gifts but he was also careful not to overdo it
  • Chances are, (depending on your age and whatever year you’d picture this for) you’d be friends with a lot of the Hamilton cast/ and or their kids
  • There’s no doubt about it you’d be a freestyling genius much like him and musically talented.
  • And Lin would be so proud of this
  • Lin’s heart would melt every time you called him ‘dad’
  • He is probably one of the most caring, sweetest, and involved father out there.
  • And if your mother wasn’t in the picture, Lin would be sure to work to fill in her shoes.
  • He would attend all your school events and extra curriculars too.
  • On mother’s day he would plan a brunch inviting his sister and mother over making sure you knew you weren’t alone when it came to the amount of females in your life.
  • Whenever he goes to Richard Rodgers Theatre or goes to work for whatever project he’s working on he is constantly pulling his phone out to show his fellow coworkers pictures of you
  • He can’t help it
  • But one thing is for sure, Lin would make sure you knew how strong of a woman you were. Being a strong activist for equal rights Lin knew how easy it was for girls in today’s society to feel weak and defeated by the powerful and he never wanted you to experience that. So he would make post-it notes and stick them in your lunchbox, on your mirror, and anywhere he could find with sayings such as…
  • “I am woman hear me roar!”
    “Though she be but little, she is fierce!”
    “A strong woman looks fear in the eye and gives it but a wink.”
    “You are braver than you believe, stronger than you seem and smarter than you think.”
  • And because your father is one of the most encouraging and inspiring figures in the world, not only in tweets but reality as well, he excels at giving the best, most needed pep talks when you’re down in the dumps.
  • Lin had you speaking Spanish as soon as you said your first word
  • Lin would practically document your entire life. He liked taping you and taking pictures while you were doing casual activities such as coloring, singing, dancing, playing with your dolls, running around the house, etc.
  • Tobillo basically being your best friend
  • That dog follows you wherever you go
  • Lin has thousands of videos from when you were learning to walk, practically waddling around and Tobillo was right on your heel the entire time following you.
  • The whole Hamilton cast would be obsessed with you
  • Especially Phillipa
  • That girl loved you as if you were her own
  • And if you were old enough, you would join the Schuyler Sisters in their inbetween shows closet talk.
  • Sleep overs at Jasmine and Anthony’s while your dad is out of town
  • And they would absolutely LOVE having you over
  • You made them want to have kids that much more and Anthony loved taking you to the movies and Jasmine loved taking you out shopping
  • Speaking of shopping, Renee, Jasmine, and Phillipa are always spoiling you with the newest trends and what nots.
  • The Hamilton cast would be like another family to you
  • Always running around backstage with Groffsauce, who usually was assign babysitting duty.
  • The Schuyler sisters- as well as Leslie teaching you how to harmonize
  • Daveed loved helping you with your freestyling
  • You and him always got in heated battles- in good spirits of course
  • Playing childish games during intermission and between shows with Oak, Daveed, and Anthony.
  • Trying to braid your dad’s hair during his Hamilton days
  • Let’s be real, Lin would dedicate Dear Theodosia to you
  • And during Stay Alive (reprise) and It’s Quiet Uptown he had genuine tears pinching at his eyes as he fathomed the thought of losing you
  • But Lin would always run to you and spin you around every night after shows
  • The two of you would walk hand and hand together home and Lin would sing you to sleep every night
  • He’d love making you breakfast and basking in that domestic life
  • I could see him making some of the best pancakes in the world
  • And one morning when you were little, you convinced him to let you have a sip of his coffee
  • “Daddy, what’s that black stuff in there.”
    “It’s called coffee, bebé.”
    “Can I try some?”
    “Uh, I don’t think so, Y/n. You wouldn’t like it.”
    “Please, papi.”
    “Oh alright.”
  • Like he predicted, you hated it. The liquid burned your throat and young little you cried at the bitterness for at least a minute which broke Lin’s heart.
  • Lin would be the type of parent that would love to show you off to family and friends but when it came to posting pictures of you on social media, he usually made sure your face was covered, just to keep an element of privacy in his life.
  • But he does love tweeting stories about you or cute things that you do
  • Your childhood years would be a little hectic. Lin probably wouldn’t be around as much as he wants with filming, acting, composing and all but he would make an effort of a lifetime to be as involved as possible.
  • By your late teens you had already seen much of the world but that didn’t mean you were bored by any mean. Adventure was in your soul.
  • Lin would spend a lot of time with you during his time working with the film Moana. He liked to come to you to find inspiration.
  • Family trips to Disney World and Land
  • Lin is constantly trying to help you with his homework
  • “You know I was a teacher.”
  • Coming to him when you start learning about the American Revolution
  • “Well I mean you came to right person. I did write an entire musical about this stuff. Just use the album for a reference, it’s mostly accurate.”
  • Walking into your house one day after school infuriated as you set your pop quiz on the Schuyler Sisters in front of him, a large 9/10 circled with red pen.
  • “And I quote, I’m the oldest and the wittiest… My father has no sons… dad you cost me a perfect score! Why did you lie in the lyrics, I thought you said I could trust them!”
    “I’m sorry I forgot they had other siblings!”
  • Similar to your father, you swore like a sailor
  • Which also meant you were constantly getting scolded and death glares from your father who claims “He didn’t raise you to speak like that.” Even though you both know he did.
  • But honestly I could see Lin being into girl drama. Like when he picks you up from school and sees an annoyed look on your face he’d just shake his head and say,
  • “Spill the tea, honey. I’m ready!”
  • And on your bad days after dropping you off at home after school, Lin would drive to the nearest DQ and Chick-Fil-A and movie store returning home with gifts in toll.
  • He was one of the only people in the world you trusted enough to tell everything too
  • Dad jokes, so many dad jokes.
  • “Dad I’m thirsty. Do we have any-“
    “Hi thirsty nice to meet you I’m Lin-Manuel.”
  • Being very close with your grandparents
  • Your grandpa teaching you how to cook
  • Your grandma would spoil you tbh
  • Girl talk with your Aunt Luz
  • Your dad would be really big on making sure you knew and understood the importance of equality and treating others with respect. 
  • Weekly meals at their place where your grandpa is also telling tales
  • “You know pequeño, when your father was your age I couldn’t get him to shut up!”
    “Papi-“
    “He was always doing his rapping, talking fast and never making sense but he had passion just like yourself so don’t you ever give up on yourself carino. If your father did he would not be where he is today- and neither would you.”
    “Thank you abuelo.”
  • And when you finally do make it, doing whatever or being wherever that may be, you’ll have Lin’s as well as the rest of your families support because Lin knows exactly what it feels like to have millions of people doubt you and laugh at you for doing the unexpected so his support will never run out.
  • When Lin finds out you have a passion for writing and composing, he immediately takes you with him for a daddy daughter date to the studio.
  • He pretends to be out of ideas for a song and you play along knowing it would be a lot less painful to take the easy path.
  • “Well there are a few different projects I’ve been working on lately. They aren’t too good… pretty shitty-“
    “Y/n.”
    “Sorry… but uh, you can have a look I suppose.”
  • Becoming a co writer beside your dad on his next project
  • Going on walks and hikes together with Tobillo
  • But for real though Lin would be insanely protective over you
  • Like when it comes to you Lin always needs to know where you are and constantly has eyes on you
  • When you got your first boyfriend/girlfriend Lin would FLIP
  • You’d suddenly become a player in the game ’21 questions’ or more like 101 questions when it came to your dad
  • He demanded meeting your significant other and no matter the gender, he held his strong demeanor and hardly cracked a smile- well until he saw how happy you looked in their presence.
  • But eventually he’d come to term with it. Although he would always see you as his little girl, he knew you had to spread your wings and he was not about to hold you back from doing so.
  • And when you finally land a lead role on an upcoming Broadway show, Lin is ecstatic.
  • Every day he calls you to ask how rehearsals are going partly because he’s interested and excited for you but also because he remembers his restless days and nights where he’d come home so stressed he’d forget to eat for days. He didn’t want to see you go through the hardships he did.
  • Ironically enough the new production is held, opening night, in the same old theater you grew up in, Richard Rodgers. Home sweet home. 
  • And on opening night you can guarantee your father is sitting front row with four bouquets of various flowers surrounded by all your family and friends as well as a handful of the original and new Hamilton cast.
  • And he would cry. A lot.
  • But he would also be that dad that right before the show starts, as the lights are dimming, he stands up and shouts,
  • “Go Y/n!”
  • His proud dad tweets would be never ending that night
  • After the production he was sure to be the first backstage and the first to hug you.
  • “You did it, you did it! I’m so proud of you, mi ángel. Congratulations!”
  • You’d be lying to yourself if you said your dad didn’t have a surprise party planned for after the play because he did.
  • Not to be a downer but there would be days where Lin would cry himself to sleep thinking he hasn’t done enough, or given you the life you deserve. He worked himself far too hard to make sure you had everything you could ever need and knew you were loved, but sometimes he couldn’t help but fear the worst.
  • Although at times he can be overbearing, you wouldn’t want it anyway else.

This was so fun to write oh my lord, hope you enjoyed!

-Daizy xx

Todrick Hall speaks out about Taylor Swift video backlash

Yahoo Music: So when some people saw you dancing in “Look What You Made Me Do,” they were not pleased, to put it mildly. What exactly happened?

Todrick Hall: They saw a clip, just a few seconds, that featured Taylor Swift standing in a line of dancers, and they started forming all types of conclusions. I was just very confused by that, because I knew that there was nothing “Formation”-esque or Lemonade-esque about the video. Artistically, I didn’t feel that was the case. I’m a humongous Beyoncé fan. I’ve worked with Beyoncé. I’ve choreographed for Beyoncé. And I would never intentionally be a part of art that I felt was ripping off my favorite artist of all time. But I felt like these were two completely different lanes.

“Sellout” was one of the common names you were called.

Yes, one of the main things that people said was, “He wanted to make his money. Well, good for him, he got paid. And I guess payment is enough for you to sell out your family, your people, your community.” But this had nothing to do with money. I didn’t do this Taylor Swift video for money. I did it because she’s my friend, and she was very excited about it. And she wanted people to be there who she could trust, because it was a very big undertaking. I was proud to be there, but money was not a factor for me. I don’t do things for money.

But there are people online who have a problem with the fact in general that you and Taylor are friends?

Yes, I have gotten comments from people who are upset and have literally said the fact that I am friends with a white person is a problem, because white people don’t possess the ability to love or ever truly care about black people. And I find that very disheartening. I’ve grown up in a neighborhood where I went to church with and lived with and went to school with beautiful black people; when I look at them, I see myself. But then I was also in a peculiar situation, because I danced in a dance group where I was the only black person in the dance studio. In some cases, I was the only black cheerleader in my school. I did theater where I was the only black person, the “token black person.” And working at Disney, oftentimes I was the only black person in the show at Disney World or Disneyland on any given day. And I also did tours where I was the only black singer; I did a cruise ship where I was the only black person in the cast. So I’ve been used to being in situations where I’ve had to find friendships and find love and find similarities. My whole brand, everything that I stand for and everything I’ve always stood for, is equality and love. So it’s just really difficult for me to understand why it is an issue for people, a legitimate issue, that I have white friends, and that Taylor Swift happens to be one of my many white friends.

Apparently there’s a thing called the “cookout,” which is like your invitation to be a part of the black community. Some people have, like, deemed themselves the Woke Police, and they decide to strip you online of your invitation to attend the “cookout.” It boggles my mind that people are deciding whether or not I’m down enough, black enough, or woke enough to be “invited.” If I have to hate people and judge people based on their race, sexual orientation, or religion, then sorry, but I’d rather order pizza.

What is Taylor really like? Describe your bond.

What people are mostly forgetting is that Taylor Swift really is my friend. Sometimes because she is a celebrity of such a huge status, inarguably one of the biggest stars of our generation, people forget that there is a human side to her, that she has real friends that she calls and talks to about her real problems. And I call her, and I have cried on her shoulder about my own relationship issues and family issues and career issues. We are friends, and so when she asked me to do this video, I said absolutely. It wasn’t a question for me. I trust her, and I had no problem doing the video. And I just think that it’s really sad and shocking that me doing four eight-counts of choreography is enough to make people feel the need to question my “blackness” or “wokeness.”

Taylor came to see me in Kinky Boots and she stayed after the show for two hours and met every single person in that cast — took pictures, signed stuff, met every usher, every custodian, every orchestra member, every producer and their kids. And then she went outside and met fans outside the theater afterwards, stayed there for over two and a half hours after the show and wouldn’t leave until every single person had been met. There are just very few celebrities in the world who would do something like that. She didn’t have to do that. She could’ve come to the show, said hi to me, and left. That’s just what type of person she is, and what type of person she’s always been. Her parents raised her so well, and when you’re in the room with them, you can feel that energy.

It just is shocking to me that people will see an image of her and hear stories online about her, or arguments with other celebrities who she did not ask to be involved with, who recorded her against her will without her knowing and then decided to release six-second clips of a conversation that happened to paint her to be this evil person that I don’t believe that she is. Come on, we’ve watched millions of episodes of Law & Order or seen Judge Judy a million times; how are they not able to conclude that there is something missing from this? If you feel the need to record someone on video with people there, the intentions may not have been the most pure.

Some of the criticism Taylor has received recently has to do with the fact that she has not been politically outspoken in past years, like some of her peers Katy Perry or Lady Gaga.

Yeah, many people have been tweeting me, “She supports Trump! She probably voted for Trump!” They’re making this huge assumption, when Taylor has never to my knowledge come out and said anything about her being pro-Trump. But people would still rather believe that she is the one who is pushing Trump’s agenda. That was one of the major things that was tweeted at me, and I’m like, “So you are mad that you think she might support Donald Trump? But you’re not mad that Kanye has been very openly pro-Trump?” I don’t understand that.

Look, I’m not Taylor Swift, so I can’t speak for her and why she does or does not choose to speak or not speak about any specific subject matter. All I know is that she has been nothing but a great person to me. Her family has welcomed me into their home and treated me like I was a member of the family. They’ve welcomed every single person I’ve ever brought around them. I’ve never felt like there was ever a moment that I couldn’t be myself, and talk about the fact that I’m gay or whatever. At Thanksgiving, we all sat around and talked about it, and there was another one of her friends there who was African-American, and we all sat down and talked about racism and watched 13th on Netflix and talked about how important it was. It was one of the most beautiful conversations I’ve ever had, because sometimes as an African-American person I feel like I can’t voice my opinion about how difficult it is to be not just an African-American person in the entertainment industry, but how scary it is to be black in America, in even 2017.

When it comes to Taylor, all I know is that she has been a sweet, amazing human being to me. When she calls me, it’s hardly ever to talk about her accomplishments or things that she’s going through. She calls me and says, “How’s your heart? Are you OK?” I’ve been around her an awful lot, and if it were some type of crazy, fake façade, I think I would have figured it out by now. I feel like it’s a genuine part of who she is, and she’s a human being. Has she made mistakes? Yes. Will she make mistakes again? Yes. But let the person in America who has not made mistakes raise their hand.

I think that I’m on my own journey; every artist is on their own journey. Maybe one day, Taylor will start being super-political, and using her voice to do thing that people think that she should be doing. But even then, she will probably be ridiculed for not being vocal enough, or not being on the right side. I don’t think that there is a way to win in this industry, so every person has to take their own journey at their own pace, at their own time, and do what they feel like is right. All I know is that Taylor has been nothing but sweet to me since day one, and if she asks me to do a video, I’m absolutely going be there.

I’m not apologizing for being a part of the video and doing four eight-counts of choreography in it. I thought it was a great piece of art. I thought it was awesome. It’s broken so many records and I’m proud to be a part of it. I don’t think I’ve sold out my race or my community — the gay community, the black community. I think that I was just in a piece of art that my friend made. I’m not issuing a statement to people about it to explain myself, because there’s nothing to explain. I’m not sorry that I did it, and I don’t think that it was a mistake. If I had a do-over, I would absolutely be there for another eight hours, in heels, dancing with her.

Is Taylor aware of the heat you’ve gotten for being in her video?

I have talked to her about it, and she has been very uplifting and given me a lot of information about how when you’re doing big things, there will always be people who have something to say about it. But I think that Beyoncé gave me the best advice when I met her. She said, “Don’t scroll down. Don’t go down and look at comments, and when you do something as an artist, make a decision and stick to it. You don’t need to apologize for things that you’ve done.” I use that all the time.

You have gotten this sort of criticism before.

Yeah. In the beginning, it was because I did videos based on stereotypes of a particular group that put people in a negative light. And so I took those notes, because I consider myself to be a humble person, and I tried to apply them, and tried to do less work on my YouTube channel that stereotyped people, less work that stereotyped my race as being “ghetto” or “ratchet,” because I did understand the argument. I think it’s a really difficult thing when you toe the line with comedy, because there are certain things that some people are going to think is funny, but then some people are always going to be offended. The political climate has changed so much over the past months since Donald Trump became president, and it has just been a very scary place to create content online. So I tried to do whatever I can to create content that everyone can love and that is inclusive of everybody.

It’s just something that I deal with every day. I wrote an album about my life [Straight Outta Oz], about how I fell in love at 19 years old with a boy who was British and who just happened to be white. I wrote a song called “Color,” and in the song I say the line, “You’re my favorite hue.” What I meant by that when I wrote the song was it’s supposed to be a direct relation to the 1939 Wizard of Oz film, and then everything turns to color when Dorothy gets to Oz. I felt like my whole world was black and white before I met this person. But people took that as that white was my favorite color, and that was what I preferred. People have assumed that am the type of person that refuses to date people of my own race or associate with people of my own race. Which, I don’t feel the need to prove to them that I have in fact dated multiple black men and Puerto Rican, Latino men. I’m an equal opportunist when it comes to love. I think everyone is beautiful. You fall in love with a person, not the outer layer of skin.

It’s really frustrating because I don’t think that people realize that when I got to L.A., I lived in not a great neighborhood. A policeman drove up onto a sidewalk, got out of the car, pushed my face on the ground, put my hands on my back, pulled a gun out on me. I have never felt so scared in my entire life. I have witnessed so many things like that. It’s very difficult for me to go and spend time in a predominantly Caucasian neighborhood without the cops being called on me, because people don’t know why I’m there and they think I look suspicious. I have had a lot of issues and dealt with racism in the same capacity as a lot of other people. I have written so many songs, even on Straight Outta Oz, about the Black Lives Matter movement, because it’s something that I’m very passionate about. It’s something that I definitely use my voice and my platform to speak out against. So it’s frustrating that people who have never met me in person like to make huge, incorrect assumptions about me and go and scream them and yell them from the rooftops online.

I just strongly feel that if we can’t get along within our own race, and have to point fingers and yell at people who we think don’t have our back when we don’t know anything about them — we haven’t listened to the facts, we haven’t seen the footage, there are no receipts to show that this person is not a proud African-American person who isn’t down to fight for equality for everyone’s sake — if we fight with each other so much that we’re tearing down our own race and our own community, how does that make us any better than the people in Charlottesville, carrying the tiki torches? How are we any better than those people, and how are we ever going to meet in the middle and finally be able to say, “Let’s be one unified group of people”? I just don’t understand how it’s possible, and that what makes me so upset.

Online outrage is at an all-time high right now, for sure. Everyone is on edge.

I think that we’ve got to figure out a way within our own community to stop tearing people down and stop making assumptions and looking for reasons to be mad. I don’t know what is happening in the world right now, but now is a scary time. People are looking for someone to blame and someone to point fingers at. I don’t think that Taylor Swift is the problem with America right now. People can try to make that be the issue, but there is a much bigger issue here in our country that we need to look at and recognize, and figure out what we can do to be a part of making the world a better place, to be nice and sweet and kind to each other, and to realize that racism is a huge horrible thing that has kept a lot of people down.

But I think it’s going to take every race, every minority, every gay person, every trans person, every straight person, waking up and realizing that we can’t do this alone. We can’t divide into our own little sections and decide that we’re going to secretly hate each other and be mad if one person goes over and shakes the hand of somebody on the other team. We all need to be one team. We all have to go out and extend an olive branch to each other and try to help each other out and try to build one another up. That’s the only way that we can be successful. That’s the only way that we can make this world the beautiful place that God created it to be. Spread love, and love each other. That’s what I try to do.

Did you engage with any of your online critics about this video?

I gave no negative tweets, didn’t argue with people on social media, had nothing to say to them. But I even went so far as to give somebody my phone number online so they could call me and said, “If you feel I’ve done something that’s offended you, or if you could shed some light on as to how me being involved with this video or being friends with Taylor Swift — other than the fact that she is white and you feel that she is the epitome of white privilege, the poster child for white privilege … If there’s anything you can do to shed some light to me as to how I can be a better example for young African-American kids growing up, then I would love to talk to you on the phone.” And I meant it. And I talked to them, and I felt like we came to a good place. I’m a humble person; I’m not opposed to taking constructive criticism.

There was a time two years ago where I would’ve damn near gotten carpal tunnel because I would’ve stayed up all night trying to argue back and forth [on Twitter], thinking, “What would Regina George do?” Now I’m adopting the policy, “What would Beyoncé do?” So I’m going to kill all these people with kindness. I’m going to be nice to them, and I’m just going to prove to them, one by one when they meet me, what type of person I am. Support my friends, be nice to people, and do what I have to do to be a good human being and play my part in society and in this crazy political climate.

Obviously I’m not diminishing the horrible things that have happened to get us to this point, but at this point we have a choice to either band together and fight and talk about the real issues and the real problems, and Taylor Swift is not the problem. If we can all accept the fact that there is a bigger problem and start having dialogue and talking to each other — not just with the people that it’s comfortable for us to talk to, our own people and people who look like us, but to people who might not understand where we’re coming from or what we’ve been through — then we might get closer to making this world a unified place, the way that Michael Jackson sang about in his songs and in his music. While I know that is not the theme of “Look What You Made Me Do,” I do believe that is the theme of Taylor Swift’s heart and the person that she truly is on a personal level.

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AU where instead of going to Samwell, Jack starts a widely successful Publicly Broadcast show for children.

Jack learns that he is great with kids after coaching them for a little over two years. Moreover, kids are good with Jack. There is no pressure to be anything other than who he is.


It all starts with a local news program doing a fluff piece on Jack Zimmermann’s coaching ability. But then it turned into something completely different when Jack skated onto camera and started to introduce every single one of his kids and what was special about them. He was…really enchanting actually. He didn’t ever really talk down to them. Jack just treated them as a tiny friend. 

They ARE his tiny friends, but that’s not the point. 

The footage they got of “snack time” was really the best. Imagine a good 16 kids piled around this massive man teaching them the best way to make a peanut butter and jelly sandwich. 

 It should have been obvious that a local channel would contact him. It still surprises Jack. They want him to host a show? Why? Everyone always teased him about how impersonable he was during interviews. Is it because he’s Jack Zimmermann’s son? Or Alicia’s? 

Jack asks all of these questions to his mother and she just laughs. “You made a PB&J interesting to 16 kids just by being you”

Jack figures it wouldn’t hurt to give it a shot. 

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Not So Picture Perfect || Kian Lawley Imagine (Requested)

“Literally all I want to do is go home. I really don’t want to be here,” I told Callie as I worked on the gym elliptical.

“What, why? You love the gym. What’s wrong?”

“Kian flies out with Jc and Dom today for the second half of the tour and won’t be back for 3 weeks.”

“Okay, I know you love him, but it’s only 3 ½ weeks. They will fly by, especially with Maya’s birthday party and Ricky’s “I Hit One Million” Bash.”

Even though I hate to admit it, she was right. It’s just 3 lousy weeks and with the technology we have today, it will be like he never left. 

“Fuck, you’re right. Did you know I hate that about you?”

“Yeah and I love you too, beyotch. Call me later, okay?”

“Alright, bye.”

I finished my 90 minute workout and headed home to see Kian for the last few hours. I grabbed my gym bag and unlocked the door to see Kian’s suitcases against the wall. I let out a sigh and called out to him.

“I’ll be there in a sec!” he yelled back. When he came into my view, I saw that he was on the phone.

“Yeah, Dude. I’ll be there in about an hour. Okay. Bye”

I gave him a confused look,”I thought your flight was at 10 tonight.”

“It was, but there was a screw up with the airline and our flight is 4:40 now.” I looked at the clock behind him and it read 1:27 pm.

“So that means you have to leave now,” I said defeated.

“Yeah, I’m sorry Baby.”

“No it’s fine, it’s not your fault. Did you need me to drive you?”

“I don’t need you to, but I definitely want you to,” he said as he embraced me. 

I helped him load his bags into the car and hopped in. I couldn’t help but think that i wouldn’t have moments like this for 3 fucking weeks. I hated it, but Kian loves his fans and would do anything for them. I would never stand between that.

After what seemed like the shortest ride in history, we pulled up to his terminal. Jc and Dom were already out there waiting for us and I helped unload Kian’s things. We stood there for what felt like forever, just holding each other.

“Ugh, ew! Come on already, Vitaly’s inside!” JC whined beside us. Kian and I decided to gross him out even more and started tongue battling each other.

“God! Didn’t you guys do enough of that before he left?!” asked Dom.

“We actually didn’t,” I said to Kian, looking kind of amused. 

“Well this is going to be one uncomfortable flight,” he joked.

“Speaking of flight, we gotta catch ours!” JC said.

“Fuuuck, I don’t want you to leave.”

“I know, but I’ll be back soon, okay.”

“Okay, have fun.”

“I will, I’ll call you when we land,” he said running into the airport.

“I’ll be waiting,” I said to myself.

When I arrived back to our place I was finally able to take a well needed shower. When I was done, I ordered food off of Postmates and caught up on ‘Are You The One?’ I really hated being here without Kian, but I had to remind myself that I did it during the first half and was (somewhat) fine.

My phone started to ring and I got excited when I saw that it was Kian calling.

“Hello?” 

“Hey, Baby. How are you?”

“Lonely. How was the flight?”

“Pretty good. Some kid threw up though, which made Dom almost throw up.”

“Ew, but kinda awesome, haha.” Our conversation didn’t last long due to the fact that he had a long day tomorrow and it was late where he was.

I decided that it was time for me to go to bed as well and try to not be so bleh.

The next few days were getting easier and easier. Almost two weeks have already passed and Maya’s birthday party was a great distraction. I hear from Kian every night and every night I miss him more. Tonight is Ricky’s bash and I’m really excited. I took me like 4 hours to get ready, but I was almost done. I was applying the last bit of makeup when my phone buzzed. 

I heard Callie come in and we naturally had to capture this moment. 

That night was complete blast. I can’t stress how proud I am of Ricky T for reaching over one million youtube subscribers. Callie and I finally got back to my place and I was about to take a shower when my phone started to ring.

“Hey, I saw your Snap. You look beautiful, how was the party?”

“It was really fun, but tiring. How’s the tour going?”

“It’s good! The fans are amazing, the closer I get to coming home, the more anxious I get to be with you.”

“*Sigh* I can’t wait for you to come back.”

“I know me either, but I’ll let you get some rest and I’ll do the same. Sweet dreams, Babe.”

“You too, Kian. Good night.”

The next few days were quite boring, but Kian comes home in a little over a week and I’m so happy! I had been trying to reach him for the last few hours now, but he wasn’t picking up. I finally gave up on him and tried calling JC, but it was too loud to hold a conversation. My last resort was Vitaly who evidently was asleep and didn’t know anything.

I realized that this was the first night Kian hadn’t called me and I got a sort of uneasy feeling in my stomach. I quickly shook it off and decided to go to bed. 

It was about 7:15 am when I was woken up by the constant vibration of my phone. After about 2 solid minutes, I groggily turn over and check what it is. I see that it is a bunch of Twitter notifications and I decided to open them. I see an assload of pictures of Jc with some random girl wither ass out, but that’s when I see it.

“What the fuck?” I say to myself as I read the tweets. I feel my heart drop as I see my boyfriend cradling another girl’s ass. I immediately decide to call him and of course it goes straight to voicemail. 

Over the course of the next 9 days, I didn’t leave the house. Ricky and Callie came over to keep me company, but I just wanted to be alone. Kian tried calling every 5 minutes, except when he was on stage, but I ignored all of them. Even the rest of the boys were trying to contact me, but I only talked to Vitally since he wasn’t there that night. He tried to get me to talk about it, but knowing that he would relay it all to Kian, I just changed the subject. 

So many people were talking about what happened, even Kian’s ex Andrea. All I could do at this point is cry and look at old photos of Kian and I. 

Kian comes back tomorrow and I had to make a hasty decision. I was in the middle of my thoughts when my phone vibrated over and over again. I thought I shut that fucker off. I go look at it and I see it is the man of the hour once again.

I can’t help but smile a little bit as I cry even harder now. Is it worth letting go? Is it worth staying? Then he said it. 

Those words made my decision so much easier.

Wish You Were Here (Tom Holland Smut)

request: i think it was kinda? someone wanted phone sex w tom so here we are i’m too lazy to find it but anon one’s for u babe <3

short summary: tom was a little shit this whole week about the fresh cut and it got u all hot and bothered when he finally posted a pic so u know seeing as u can’t see him phone sex will have to do

length: 1.6k words

warnings: smut

A/N: i’m sorry i know i said i was working on 2 angsty peter fics but i knew i needed to write this as soon as he finally stopped being a snake and showed us that dope cut bc goddamn it looks fucking NICE i’m so s o r r y 
pls forgive me


You toyed with yourself as you paced around your bedroom. Not knowing what exactly to do, you were at a loss. You didn’t want to cave, but at the same time you were beyond caring. The reward would be too great if you would just succumb to your wants.

Tom hadn’t only been messing with his fans all week, but you too. What started as a simple joke tweet had amassed into hysteria in his fandom. He’d initially planned on only waiting a day before showing the world a simple selfie of his new hair cut, but after seeing everyone freak out he decided to take it a step further and mess with everyone for a few days.

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food truck au 2/??

(PART ONE HERE)

Jack had one blissful week of texting Eric in peace before his teammates caught on.

“ZIMMBONI,” Tater shouted across the dressing room at the end of practice that day. “Who you texting that make you smile so big?”

In a scary sort of tandem, Ransom and Holster whipped around to look at him.

“Yeah, Zimmboni,” Holster parroted. “Who ya texting?”

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The Radio 1 Breakfast Show with Nick Grimshaw - Everyone the One Direction boys have collaborated with on their solo material so far - BBC Radio 1
As rumours swirl about Louis working with Bebe Rexha, we look at the boys' other collabs

Exciting news for One Direction fans: it looks like there’s more solo material on the way from both Zayn and Louis. While Zayn’s collab with PARTYNEXTDOOR is confirmed and dropping “soon”, the Louis rumours all stem from one excitable Bebe Rexha.

“[I just finished a new song] with somebody really big from a boyband,” Bebe told CBS Radio’s Culinary Kitchen. “It’s a really massive record. We just finished it and it’s about to come out in a month or so and it’s amazing. It’s probably one of my favourite songs I’ve ever been a part of in my whole career.”

Hmm. We know what you’re thinking: there are many, many boyband stars Bebe could have worked with. But, when you consider Louis recently followed her on Twitter, and she followed him on Instagram… Yes. All fingers point to a Louis Tomlinson and Bebe Rexha collaboration (we hope).

While we await further news from Team Tomlinson, check out everyone the 1D lads have worked with on their solo material (so far).

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BTS Reaction to: Their girlfriend getting a lot of hate

Anon asked: “Hi there! If requests are still open could u make a reaction of bts dating a muslim girl, and now shes getting alot of hate ?? and maybe if youre comfortable enough, she starts to have suicidal thoughts ?? like your my favourite writer now okay and im gonna have a mental breakdown if u reply to this!!! I LOVE YOU <3”

Author’s note: First of all THANK YOU that really means a lot to me! Second of all I decided to not go for a certain religion because just as with the name things I want everyone to relate to this. I don’t want to limit it to certain things such as names for example. I hope you can understand that. Gifs aren’t mine. x 

Warnings: Mentions of suicidal thoughts. If you’re not comfortable with that please don’t read this. x 


You knew that dating and Idol would come with getting some hate from ‘fans’. Even though the majority of the fandom would eventually warm up to the idea and accept it, there’s always some immature people who feel the need to tell you that you’re not worthy of dating him and that you should kill yourself. This happens in every fandom and you were prepared to get some hate, but you weren’t prepared for this. You always thought sending people you don’t even know hate just because they’re dating someone you like them as well was total bullshit and you still think that up to this day. But when every comment on your social media is filled with negativity it’s not hard to doubt yourself. Doubt if you’re indeed even worthy of dating him. Doubt if you’re indeed ugly and fat. And doubt if you shouldn’t just end it to get rid of all the hate. 

Your boyfriend knew that you got hate and that really hurt him. However, he didn’t know what kind of hate you got. He thought it was just immature stuff like calling you fat and ugly but when he saw that his ‘fans’ told you that you should kill yourself he really started to worry and ran up to your room. Not even knocking on the door before opening it. When he saw you curled up underneath the covers, sobbing uncontrollably he felt his heart break into tiny little pieces. 


Seokjin: 

Originally posted by seokjins-wings

It would hurt Seokjin that people felt the need to send you hate. They judged your relationship based on what they saw not what it was like in reality. Besides, they didn’t even know you and the things they sent were just really immature stuff. However, Seokjin knew that getting a lot of hate for a certain period of time could really knock someone’s confidence. So he wasn’t surprised when he found you curled up underneath the covers in your bed. He sat down on the edge of the bed as he pulled the covers down enough to gently run his fingers through your hair. He loved his fans but he didn’t approve of them sending this immature stuff just because you were dating him. They didn’t even know you and he was sure that if they did, they’d love you. Seokjin moved you so your head was resting in his lap as he gently stroked your hair, trying to calm you down a little. 

“I’ve read the comments baby. I know what they’re saying to you. Please know that they’re just jealous and that this is absolutely ridiculous. I love you and they should know that. If they feel the need to send you this type of stuff they’re not real fans. I’ll tell them what I think about it tomorrow, okay? Just please know that I’m here for you if you want to talk about it.” 

“So you don’t agree with them?” 

“Of course not Princess. You’re absolutely beautiful and I’ll love you no matter what.” 


Yoongi: 

Originally posted by ohbaibeeitsyou

Yoongi knew hate comments were a part of it and he got used to it after a while. He knew the haters were just jealous and immature people, but that didn’t mean their words didn’t hurt. Yoongi learned how to shrug them off over the years but you didn’t. You hadn’t gotten used to it and figured you never could get used to it. It just really hurt you that people would send you still like that just because you were dating Yoongi. So when you read that you should just go and kill yourself you cracked. You ran up to your room and hid under the covers, sobbing uncontrollably as you let all your sadness out. Yoongi’s heart broke at the sight of you looking so sad. He didn’t expect you to take it so badly so he climbed in bed with you and pulled you against him. Gently running his fingers through your hair as he pressed soft kisses all over your face, kissing away your tears. 

“Why are you so sweet to me? Don’t you agree with them?” 

“Of course not Jagi. They’re just immature people who think sending you hate will get me to break up with you, which isn’t gonna happen.” 

You flashed him a soft smile as you nuzzled your face against his chest, wrapping your arms around him as he rested his chin on top of your head. 

“I’ll never let go of you Jagiya, no matter how much hate they send. I love you.” 

“I love you too Yoongi.” 


Hoseok: 

Originally posted by yourpinkpill

Tears filled Hoseok’s eyes as he saw you curled up underneath the sheets. He knew getting hate was hard, especially when people told you that you should just kill yourself. Hoseok wanted to make sure that you knew how special you were to him. So he wiped his tears before joining you in bed, straddling your waist and tickling your sides. You whined as you tried to push him off, which obviously didn’t work. You couldn’t help but laugh as he continued attacking your sides. Tickling had always been one of your weaknesses and he knew that. Hoseok felt a lot better seeing you smile and wiped your tears before pressing kisses to your cheeks. You giggled at the feeling as you stared up at him. Your eyes were still showing sadness but there was also another emotion visible, love. 

“Y/N, I know it’s hard but please don’t listen to them. They really don’t know what they’re talking about.” 

“How do you know that?” 

“Because they don’t know you, or us.” 

You sighed in defeat before letting your head fall back against the pillow. Hoseok moved to lay down on top of you as he gently brushed your hair out of your face. 

“Maybe we can do a livestream tomorrow and talk to people about it. I think that could actually help and give people a clear image of what we’re really like together. It will probably stop some of the hate.” 

“You think?” “I’m sure.” 

“Okay, let’s do it.” 


Namjoon: 

Originally posted by ksjknj

As someone who’s dealt with a lot of hate himself he knew exactly how you were feeling. You know you should just get over it but when you get so much hate every single day it doesn’t take long before you start to believe that what they’re saying is actually true. What he didn’t understand however was why people told you to kill yourself. Was that really all because you were dating him? Namjoon didn’t even want to spend his time on immature people like that and instead focused on making you feel better. He knew you weren’t exactly confident and that this must have only made you more insecure than you already were. So when he saw you hiding underneath the covers he let out a deep sigh before lifting you out of bed. Namjoon knew that laying in bed the entire day would only make you more depressed than you already were. 

So he took you downstairs and sat you down on the couch. He went to the kitchen to make some tea for you before he pulled you close and put on a nice movie. He knew he’d have to talk to you about this eventually but right now didn’t seem like a good time. You were very emotionally unstable and at this point he just wanted to make you feel better, not worse. Once the movie ended you felt a lot better and Namjoon knew that this was a good time to talk to you about it. 

“Maybe I can talk in an interview about it and try to explain to the fans how much I love you? That way they might realize that sending you hate is just stupid and unnecessary.” 

“You’d do that for me?” 

“Of course baby. Anything to make you feel better. Besides I do not tolerate this kind of behavior from them. This is just crazy.”  


Jimin: 

Originally posted by professional-fangirling

Jimin knew exactly how you felt when he saw you laying underneath the sheets. People told him to lose weight and when he finally did they said that he should get abs again. It took him a long time to realize that it shouldn’t matter that those people thing, just as long as he’s happy with himself. But he also knew how hard it was to realize that when you got hate comments like that every single day. Let alone when you got hate comments saying that you should just end it. He didn’t understand why people felt the need to do that. If they knew what you were like they’d absolutely love you. He was sure about that. So Jimin tried to come up with a way to let the people know that they should stop sending hate and that he loved you very much. 

Once you had calmed down from your breakdown he pulled you in your lap and snapped a cute photo of you two together before posting it on Twitter. He made sure to add that he loved you dearly and that the people should stop sending hate comments. Surprisingly it worked. After about 5 minutes Jimin saw nothing but love in the comments. A bright smile spread across his face as he showed you the tweets. You felt your heart warm at the sweet comments as happy tears spilled down your cheeks, making him chuckle. 

“Jagiya! I’m trying to cheer you up and now you’re crying again!” 

“I’m sorry! I’m just not used to people saying nice things about me and this is just really sweet. I love you Jimin. So much.” 

“I love you too Y/N. You know that.” 


Taehyung: 

Originally posted by rapnamu

Taehyung took a deep breath before gently pushing your hair back and climbing on top of you. He removed the covers from your body so he could see you and pressed kisses all over your face and neck, making you giggle. Taehyung felt a lot better seeing you smile again but he knew he had to so something. He simply couldn’t handle seeing you like this more often. Especially when he coudl fix the problem. Just like Namjoon Taehyung would come up with a way to tell the fans how proud he was of your relationship. Seeing you so sad broke his heart and he didn’t want to see you like that every again. So when the interviewer mentioned you Taehyung took that as his chance to clear things up and to tell the fans how happy he was with you. 

“I just want to say that I’m really happy with Y/N and it really hurts me that some people feel the need to send hate to her. I love her so much she doesn’t deserve this. She really is amazing and I wish people could see that.” 

“You’re really happy with her aren’t you?” The interviewer asked, making Taehyung smile brightly. The others laughed at their friend’s behavior as they all looked at him with fond smiles on their faces. 

“I definitely am. She means everything to me and despite all the hate she gets she still manages to see the good in people. I really do admire that in her.” 

“Seems like you two are a great couple!” 

After the interview aired your Instagram page was filled with nothing but love and apologies. You seriously couldn’t thank Taehyung for everything he did for you. 


Jungkook: 

Originally posted by myloveseokjin

Jungkook would be hurt that people would sent you stuff like that. He simply didn’t understand why they’d hate on such a sweet and lovely girl like you. Was it really all because you were dating him? He just didn’t get it at all. It broke his heart when he saw you sobbing so he needed to come up with something to make it stop. Jungkook knew that you were in no rational state to talk to people so he sat down next to you, rested your head on his lap as he started Vlive. In the mean time your sobs had quieted down and you were looking up at him. You weren’t sure what he was doing but as soon as he started talking you realized what was going on. 

“Hey everyone. I’m doing this vlive because I’ve noticed that a lot of people send hate comments to my lovely girlfriend for absolutely no reason. If you knew her you’d like her just as much as I do. She means everything to me and I love her so much. It really hurts her to read stuff like that and seeing her so sad really hurts me too. I’m not asking you to support our relationship. All I’m asking is for you to support it. If you’re really my fan you want me to be happy and Y/N makes me happy. Really happy even.” 

He looked down to see you smiling at him with teary eyes. Quickly wiping them before wrapping your arms around his waist. 

“Just looking at her makes my heart beat faster. She’s laying on my lap right now if you’re wondering why I’m looking down.” 

You laughed at his words as you moved to sit up. Flashing a smile to the camera and waving. “Hey everyone.” 

The rest of the time was spend talking to the fans online, who were nice in case you were wondering. You really liked the change of events and were happy that Jungkook actually took the time and effort to talk to his fans about it. You really had a great boyfriend. 

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I double dog dare you to write something cute with Little Logan, if you can rise from the grave I accidentally put you in. 😂💙

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//for anyone that has not seen the post this is based around, click here it’s super adorable and i love it and it killed me

None of them knew exactly how it happened, all they knew was that this was 100% Roman’s fault.  Now they had a child Logan on their hands, and he apparently was even more of a handful than normal Logan.  

The sides took shifts in watching him, and it was Patton’s turn.  The moral side had been cooing and obsessing over how adorable Logan was since Roman brought him inside, and strangely enough Logan was OK with this.  He expected Logan to act like a child, to bounce around happy and excited, ready to take on the world.  What he didn’t expect was this being just a slightly more innocent and sweet Logan.

“What’cha up to, kiddo?” Patton asked as he crouched down beside the logical side, who currently laid on his stomach on the floor.

“Lookit,” Logan whispered, pointing to an inch worm on the floor.

“That’s neat!” Patton said.  He didn’t understand quite what was so enthralling about an inch worm that Logan hadn’t moved for almost an hour.  “Would you like to read?  Or play with some blocks?”

“Nuh-uh,” Logan dragged himself closer, and oh my goodness he did not.

He inched.  Like an inch worm.  It took absolutely everything Patton had in him to not freak out, dear God, that was too much for his heart.  

Was this how Logan normally observed?  Had adult Logan done something so silly before?  Patton hoped so, because was too adorable.

Then, a tweet outside the window caught the child’s attention.  He jerked his up and faced the window, a grin breaking out across Logan’s face. 

“What was that, Lo?”

“Bird!” Logan screeched, hopping to his feet and running for the window.  Sure enough, outside on a branch sat a - “Is a sparrow!”  Well, now he had to be acting cute on purpose.  Logan bounced in place and giggled happily before pressing his face against the window.  “I want it.”

Patton snickered and came over, stooping down so he was eye level with the little tyke.  “I don’t think you need a sparrow, kiddo.”

“Yes I do.”

“N-no, I don’t think so.”

“Why?”

Oh no.  “Because the sparrow probably wouldn’t like to come inside!”

“Why?”

Please, no, not his sweet and adorable Logan.  “Because sparrows don’t like houses.”

“Why?”

“Would you want to live in a tree?” Patton asked, hoping the point would get across.  Surely Logic would understand.

“Yes.”  

Apparently not.  “Kiddo…”  Here it came, he had to lay down the law.  He had to…he had to say “no” to Logan.  “You can’t have the sparrow.”

Logan’s eyes quickly filled with tears and his lip started to quiver.  “B-but!”

“Nononono, I’m so sorry!” Patton scooped him up into a bear-hug, his own tears spilling out.  “Don’t be mad, I love you!”

“Pat-Pat…”

“We can get you stuffed sparrow!  It’ll be just as good!  And it’ll let you pet it; does that sound good?”  

“Uh-huh!”  Logan just wanted Patton to stop crying!  He was supposed to be the emotionally unstable toddler here!

“Good, now let’s go get you some ice cream and I’ll read you a book!” Patton picked Logan up and settled him on his shoulders, grinning when Logan giggled and clapped his hands.  “What’cha want me to read, sport?”

“Goosebumps!”  Patton wasn’t sure if that was a good idea, but at this point he loved his precious and adorable son and he wanted to give him the entire world, so he would read the hecky-heck out of some Goosebumps.

Periscope- Brendon Urie

You woke up in you boyfriends bed after taking a nap. you could hear Brendon’s  angelic voice being accompanied by the piano. This was one of your favorite things about staying at his house. He always woke up before you and sang. You had been going out for the past 6 months and his fans didn’t know. He said he wanted to keep you away from the hate you were going to get from them. You were glad he wanted to protect you from it, but it was only a matter of time before a picture was going to be leaked of the two of you or someone caught you two in public.

You made your way downstairs in hopes of being able to sneak up on Brendon. You tiptoed into the living room and saw him at the piano. He was singing This Is Gospel, you came up behind him and wrapped your arms around his waist. You laid your head on his back and he stopped singing and looked straight forward.

That’s when you peered over his shoulder and saw he was periscoping.

“Oops.” you said into his back.

“Hold on guys.” Brendon said turning the periscope off and looked at you.

“Sorry.” you said feeling guilty that you just revealed the big secret.

“Don’t be it was only a matter of time before they found out.” He said kissing your lips.

He picked his phone up and saw that a bunch of people were tweeting him.

“Looks like they caught on.” he said showing you pictures that people screen shot off of his periscope.

“We can still cover this up if you want. You can’t even see me, all you see is my hands.”

“No I think it’s time they know. I love you and they will love you, and if they don’t then they suck and don’t know what their missing out on.” you smiled at him and he brought you down to sit next to him on the piano bench. He sat his phone back up and just before starting a new periscope he looked at you.

“You ready?” he asked.

“Sure.” you nodded and he started streaming.

As more people started view he started answering their questions.

You being the shy person you were just sat there.

“Yes this is my girlfriend. No she’s not using me and for you to even think that is cocky. Yes she’s very beautiful that’s one of the many reasons I love her.” he answered the questions.

“Why doesn’t she talk?” he read one question and looked at you and chuckled. “You wanna answer that one babe?”

“I talk, I’m just sorta shy.” you said timidly.

Then the comments were filled with ‘omg her voice is so sweet.’

‘How long have you been dating.’

“Almost 7 months right babe?” Brendon questioned and you nodded your head.

‘What’s her name’

“You sure you want them to know?” Brendon asked you. You shook your head yes and he kissed you.

“Her name is Y/N. It’s a beautiful name for a beautiful woman.”

‘Aww, you guys are so cute together’

‘Y/S/N’

“Okay guys I’m gonna go now. I have to enjoy the rest of the time I get with Y/N before she leaves for the day.” Brendon said and ended the stream.

He turned to you and you smiled.

“You’re so pretty when you smile.” he completed.

“Not as handsome as you.” you said back.

He wrapped his arms around you.

“I should probably head out soon. I don’t want to be stuck in traffic all night.” you said.

“No, don’t leave. Stay another night.” he whined like a little kid.

“Brendon, I’ve stayed the past 5 nights. Aren’t you sick of me yet?”

“I could never get sick of you.” he said kissing you. “You know what, I think you should move in with me.”

You looked at him wide eyed.

“Don’t you think that’s a huge step, like you really have to love someone a lot in order to deal with them all the time.” you said. You loved Brendon with all your heart. He was perfect for you, but were you for him?

“Y/N, I love you so much. Come on, you spend all your time here anyways. You’re perfect for me and don’t deny that I’m perfect for you, because I know I am.” he said proudly but joking.

“You’re right. I think it’s a good idea.” you said and Brendon’s face light up with excitement.

“Really? This is great.” he said standing and picking you up. He spun you around and you giggled at his childlike excitement.

“I love you Y/N.”

“I love you too Brendon, but please put me down.” you said and he put you back down but didn’t let go of you.

There’s No Us - Harry Styles Imagine

You should’ve seen it coming. He didn’t date, you knew this. Yet here you were thinking about how you had fallen in love and hoped to have a future with him. That distant day dream of you two being in love till you were old was gone now as Harry stood across the room with a straight face and his eyes gazing anywhere but into yours.

“What are you saying, Harry?” You question, feeling your chest tighten as you try to work out what was happening.

“I’m leaving, to Europe,” he repeats.

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What happens in Vegas.. pt. 2- Tom Holland

Word count: 2672

Summery:  You wake up after a night in Las Vegas, only to discover you married the one and only Tom Holland

Part 1| Part 3 | Part 4  | Part 5 | Part 6 | Epilogue

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A/N: Okay, so you guys really liked part 1, so here’s part 2! I also made a tag list! I really hope I remembered everyone! If not, just send me a message, and I’ll add you (or just comment, or send it to my inbox). I really like hearing what you guys think, and if you guys have any ideas for what could happen, please let me know! Hope you enjoy! (Oh!, and there’s a song mentioned! I feel like it kinda sets the mood, if you want to listen to it!)

When you walked out of your bedroom the next morning, you found Tom sitting on the couch. He was watching some random celebrity news channel, and when you looked at the screen they were showing several pictures of you and him together, mostly from last night.

“I would’ve left, but there’s a ton of paparazzies outside. Apparently, we are the new hot couple” He said, with raised eyebrows. “We are even trending on Twitter and Tumblr”

“So, I guess I have to spend the day with you. Just perfect” You mumbled to yourself, but he heard you. Or at least his eyeroll indicated that he did. “Maybe the whole moving in together, might not be such a bad idea? We are going to be stuck together for a while. Might as well have to bedrooms, so we don’t have to breathe the same air all of the time” You sat down on the other side of the couch, while looking at him.

“My apartment already have two large bedrooms, so why don’t we just move there? Then we won’t have to actually look at new apartments” He put his feet in your lap, and you instantly pushed them back down.

“Well that was easy. Where is this apartment of yours? We could just move today? That would definitely give them something to talk about” You pulled your legs up under you, and smiled kindly to him. Maybe, just maybe, you could actually become friends. If you were going to spend that much time together, maybe it could actually be enjoyable.

“Well, it might take a little time to move. I live in London. As in England. But yeah, it would definitely be something for them to talk about” He returned your smile, but yours quickly dropped. Was he joking? London?!

“Excuse me, what? You didn’t think to mention that? That your apartment is on another continent?” Did he seriously expect you to move to England? Just like that? How on earth could that be a good idea, even in his head?

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Celebrity Crush Part 2 (Finn Wolfhard Imagine)

Hey everyone! so a lovely anonymous requested a part 2 for celebrity crush and I really liked the idea so here it is :) thank you for the request! I hope you all like it x

if you haven’t read part 1 yet here it is ;)

It’s been 4 months since Y/N and Finn started talking, and he couldn’t be more grateful for his big mouth for spilling out how he feels about her in that interview. Those 4 months have been the best of his life. He got along so well with Y/N. He loves talking to her so much that it’s literally the only motivation he needs to get out of his bed in the morning, and he could tell she feels the same way. He thought that maybe she wasn’t obsessed with him as he is with her, but little did he know that talking with him was always the highlight of her day.

Finn: Good morning x

Y/N: Morning Finn! x What are you up to?

Finn: we’re on our way to an interview, you?

Y/N: Same, good luck! x

Finn: You too babe, talk to you later

“Are you texting Y/N?” Gaten asked while leaning on Finn a little to take a glimpse at his phone.

“Obviously he’s texting her. I can see this huge smile of his clearly from the rear-view mirror,” Caleb said from the passenger seat.

“Shut up” Finn rolled his eyes, but he still couldn’t hide the smile plastered on his face just because of having this small conversation with Y/N.

The boys were currently on their way to another interview with James Corden, this time to talk about the success of Stranger Things season 2 and what to expect on season 3.

-

“Welcome boys! It’s really great to see you all again,” James greeted.

James asked them a couple of questions about the show, but obviously there was no way he was going to let what happened at the last interview slip by, especially after the internet basically blew up from Y/N’s tweets, and when everyone found out that Finn and Y/N started texting each other because of exactly that.

“So Finn, last time you were here we talked about about your little crush on Y/N Y/L/N, and now I heard you guys are talking non-stop am I correct?” James smirked. Finn immediately smiled at the mention of her name, and he may or may not blushed a little too.

“Yeah we are. I guess embarrassing myself in front of everyone last time paid off after all,” Finn chuckled, and earned a laugh from the audience too. “But yeah she’s a lovely person and I definitely love talking with her.”  

“Have you two met in person yet?” James asked.

“No, sadly, we both have a very busy schedule so it’s really hard to find a time for one of us to fly to the other,” Finn and Y/N have been trying forever to meet each other, but with Finn’s interviews, photoshoots, and band, and Y/N’s endless schedule of promoting the new season of her show, it was basically impossible to find a time they were both free on. It made Finn kind of frustrated and upset, but he was still happy that he gets to talk with her, even if it’s not face to face.

“Hmm that’s weird. I actually had a chat with her a couple of days ago, and it turns out she was free today. So I thought we should all catch up a little, you know?” James said casually, waiting to see Finn’s reaction.

“Wait what?” Finn freaked out. His eyes looked as if they were about to pop out of his head any second now. He frantically looked left and right, trying to catch sight of the only person he wished he could be with right now.

“Ladies and gentlemen, Y/N Y/L/N!” The audience broke into applause and loud cheers. And there she was. Y/N finally entered the set, waving at the audience.

Finn couldn’t believe his eyes. She’s here. She’s really here. He never thought that she could be anymore beautiful in person. In his eyes, she looked perfect in all her pictures, but somehow she looked much more mesmerizing in real life, and he couldn’t understand how that is even possible.

It took him a few moments to take in what just happened and finally react, but once he did, he ran over to her and pulled her in a tight hug. She immediately wrapped her arms around his neck, and his were around her waist. He buried his face into her neck, talking in her sweet smell. He honestly doesn’t know how long they have been in each other’s embrace, but he assumed it was pretty long since he heard Noah slightly clear his throat. 

They finally broke apart, then Finn took her hand in his, leading her to the seat next to his.

-

The interview was over, and the boys went back to their hotel rooms along with Y/N. Part of the surprise was that Y/N booked a hotel room next to the boys’ for the night, and Finn couldn’t be happier. Of course he was upset that his time was Y/N is very limited, and this may be the last time he sees her for a long time, but he was determined that he wouldn’t think about it at all, and that he was going to make every second left with her worth it.

Right now the two were watching a movie together. It was one that Finn has never seen before, but he wasn’t really that interested in it. His whole attention was on her. He tried to be sneaky about glancing at her every couple of minutes, but obviously he failed. He didn’t really care if she noticed, because honestly, he would rather watch her laugh at a funny scene here and there, than watch the movie itself.

“Obviously you don’t like the movie that much,” Y/N said without taking her eyes off the screen, but just as she finished the sentence she turned to Finn with a smirk on her pink lips.

“No no, it’s not that- sorry,” Finn blushed, turning his attention back to the movie.

“Don’t apologize, I honestly would rather talk with you,” Y/N shyly smiled, then turned off the TV, and Finn could swear his heart skipped a beat at that moment.

They decided to spend the rest of their night in the balcony of Y/N’s hotel room, talking about anything and everything. Most of the time Finn was cracking jokes just to hear Y/N laugh. He loved how he was the reason she was happy even it was for a couple of seconds.

Man I’m screwed. He thought.

In the past few months his infatuation with Y/N grew even more and more. They flirted a lot, so he was almost sure that she liked him back, but for some reason he was never able to make a move, and it was really frustrating him. There was always that voice at the back of his mind telling him that she probably doesn’t like him that way, but that was certainly far from the truth.

How could he be so oblivious? She thought.

The girl couldn’t be anymore into him. Hell, Finn not making making a move yet frustrated her even more than it ever did him. She thought she couldn’t be more obvious about how much she liked the curly-haired boy.

Y/N was telling Finn about funny stories from filming her show, but as much as he loved hearing her babble on adorably about the things she love, he couldn’t even hear a single word of what she was saying. All he could focus on was how her lips moved with every word she said.

“Finn?” Hearing his name pulled him out of his daydream, “Is everything okay?” Y/N asked, her voice full of concern.

Finn faintly smiled, then pulled her into him by her waist, until his chest was against hers. He slowly leaned into her, and finally connected their lips together. It didn’t take Y/N long to realise what was happening and wrap her arms around Finn’s neck tightly, trying to pull him even closer. One of his hands was now caressing her cheek, while the other stayed on her waist, trying to close any distance between them. They slowly broke the kiss, with a smile on their faces. Finn softly kissed her forehead, then pulled her in his embrace.

“Yeah, everything’s perfect.”

iamaquackson  asked:

Can you do a Tom x Reader where Tom and the reader have been dating for like 3 months, secretly. They both are in the Spider-Man sequel together and tom takes a Instagram story video and plays around with the reader. everything in the video was friendly until they kissed in the end and the reader was like "don't post it lol" and tom accidentally did. then everything was blowing up on social media. they had an interview the next day just all about them dating. They lived together for the "movie"

Tom x Reader

Warnings: swearing

Word count: 990

A/N: It is probably a little bit different than from what you expected, sorry. Hope you like it anyways @iamaquackson <3


Originally posted by tomhollandcouk

You were sitting on the couch of your shared flat with your back leaning against the armrest. Tom sat down normally on it while your legs were resting on his lap. Softly he was caressing your leg from your knee down to the end of your jeans.

“Watching TV with this young lady.” Tom suddenly spoke up. You looked up from your phone only to see him filming with his own. “Don’t call me ‘lady’.” You chuckled. “I said young lady.” Cocking an eyebrow at you he justified himself. “Still.” The video ended and he posted it to his Instagram story.

Again he started filming. “Stop filming me!” You laughed before getting up and starting to walk away from him. Quickly he grabbed your waist with his free hand, pulling you back abruptly, giving you no chance to flee, and causing you to fall onto his lap. You were a giggling mess as he tickled your side when you were leaning backwards a little.

You connected your lips with his, deepening the kiss by placing your hand on the back of his head after he had stopped moving his hand around on your sides.

“Don’t post that!” You demanded afterwards. “Relax. It got cut off, you can’t see the kiss anymore.” Without checking and believing what he had just said he went ahead and posted it to his Instagram story as well. “Come on, let‘s go to bed, we gotta get up early tomorrow.” He was right. You two were in for a show in London tomorrow that usually is early in the morning, live.


The next morning you looked at your phone seeing it was exploding. So many tweets you were tagged in and Instagram posts as well. As you saw what the fuss was all about you gave Tom the most dangerous glare ever. “Thomas. Stanley. Fucking. Holland. Are you out of your mind?!” You showed him what was going on as you both rewatched his Instagram story from last night.

“I am so sorry. I-I don’t know what to say.” The brunette nervously rubbed the back of his neck. Sighing you call the number of your publicist. She picked up quickly and you could feel the anger through the phone. “Yeah I know what you said, it wasn’t planned. I swear.” “Yeah we’ll have to deal with that today at the interview. Again I am sorry.”

After hanging up you stare at Tom, still enraged. “Are you-” “Yes Tom. I am mad. This is what I mean. You need to be a little bit more careful as a person with your amount of fame.” You stormed into the bathroom pushing past him before getting ready for the interview. 

On the way to the studio you didn’t say a word. “Oh come on. I thought you wanted to be able to go out like a normal couple and all.” “Hold on, you did this intentionally?” “No, of course not. But maybe it was fate telling us it’s better that way.” Tom joked trying to cheer you up. Desperately you tried to stop your mouth from curling up into a grin but this boy just made you smile with his cuteness.

“I can see your smile, love. Now, gimme a kiss.” He leaned over to you. You just kept your position but as he moved closer to press his lips against yours you also didn’t fight him.

Satisfied he smiled. “You love me.” “Unfortunately yes.” Rolling your eyes you entered the studio. “We will deny it. Got it? No kissing, no holding hands et cetera inside this building.” “I don’t know how you want to try denying it with the video that practically the whole world has seen but oh well.” “ Just promise me!”

“Okay okay!”


As the interview started it was of course the first topic to talk about. “So what do you have to say about the video? Are you two sharing a flat?” “No, that is an old video from when we lived together with Jacob and Zendaya for a while when we were filming the movie.

“So you two have been together for a while now?” “No.” “But then what about the very clear and obvious kiss you two shared in the video?” Silence. You had no answer. I guess it really was useless to deny it. Glancing at you he practically asked for your permisson and you gave it to him by nodding briefly.

“Well okay. We did try to keep it a secret, also just to see how it turns out, how we turn out but I guess we really can’t find a good excuse for this.” Shortly he let out a sweet laugh. “Yes, we’ve been dating for the past three months. And yes the video is from yesterday evening. And yes this is our shared flat.” Somewhat embarrassed you made yourself small on the couch you two were sitting on. Embarrassed because you were actually trying to deny it although it was completely pointless from the beginning.

He noticed you turning nervous all of a sudden. Assuringly he flashed you a bright smile while taking your hand and intertwining your fingers before placing his and your hand on his thigh.

The interviewer took a quick look before going on. “Well personally I don’t understand, why keeping it a secret? I mean I do but now I am only talking about the response of your fans. Just look at all these tweets wishing you all the best. And you two being shipped with each other and of course also having a trending ship name isn’t actually new.” She chuckled before showing us some of the tweets. “Yeah we actually haven’t had a lot of time to look at the responses yet.” Tom spoke up. “But I am glad to see that they are supporting us rather than hating on either one of us.” Smiling you took a sip of your coffee. 

Erotic Porridge

A short, random piece in honour of the woman who tried to set me up with her son today. He was cute, though, so…

Summary: Euphemia Potter thinks her doctor needs to go on a date with her son. Muggle AU, Lily is a doctor AU, Mum sets them up AU (are these things?)

The title of this story, by the way, has absolutely nothing to do with the content – I saw this phrase somewhere, @professor-riddikulus​ hated it so much that I threatened to write a story and title it “Erotic Porridge.” Because I have no fucks to give, here we are.

Also here: https://www.fanfiction.net/s/12397433/1/Erotic-Porridge


Lily Evans loved, bloody loved, being a doctor. Sure, the hours were shit, the patients could be right fucking annoying, the NHS never had enough fucking money, but at the end of the day, she loved taking care of her patients.

That feeling, though, is sometimes (usually) steamrolled by the stress that hits her the moment she walks into the door of her surgery at 630, a hour and a half before it opens, because she still has paperwork to finish from the night before, emails and phone calls to reply to, a schedule to check, and doublecheck, and follow-up calls to make for patients that she can’t book in to see her in person.

She logged into the computer behind the desk at reception, knowing full well that Frank would kick her fucking arse if he came in and saw her at his computer again, to check who she was seeing today. Ugh fuck Mr Johnson tomorrow?! Okay, no Lily, stick to today. We’ll worry about tomorrow tomorrow…

She’s booked solid, as always, and fuck, Frank leaves early today, but she saw a name towards the bottom of her schedule that made her break into a huge, relieved smile. Euphemia Potter - 1600

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#brolby? // Colby Brock

Prompt: Brolby? Nahhh

Warnings: swearing, fluff?

Tags: @honeycombharrison

A/N: If you want to be tagged just DM me ❤

“#brolby ❤” I tweeted as I watched twitter drama unravel. Immediately I was getting likes and replies, which wasn’t surprising since I was Colby’s best (girl) friend.

“Hey so team Brolby huh?” Colby walked into the room, phone in his hand as he smiled at me. “Oh course. Brolby for life” I smiled and he climbed into the bed laying on the opposite side. “I was afraid you’d betray me and choose Brikey.” He laughed.

“No I don’t like little kids.” I smiled and jumped up from the bed. “I have to shower.” “Can I join?” Colby smirked; causing me to scoff in disgust. “Ew no go home.” I shook my head and went to the bathroom, turning on the water and stripping my clothes.

-

“Y/N?” Colby knocked on the door. “Yes? Just come in.” I told him as I searched for a shirt in my bra. I didn’t mind getting dressed in front of him since I’ve known him since 7th grade. “I was wondering if you wanted to go get food.” He fell on my bed and let him eyes scan my body.

“Hey, eyes up here.” I made a peace sign putting them to my eyes then to his back and forth a few times. “Yeah sorry.” He laughed but continued to scan my chest. I quickly pulled a black shirt over my head and pulled my hair out, allowing it to flow across my back.

“Hey isn’t that mine?” He asked. “Yep.” I nodded and went to the mirror, applying mascara and dark red lipstick. “So food?” He asked again. “Sure where?” I turned to him smiling. “Tender greens with me and Brennen.” He shrugged.

“Oh I’m special enough to join you guys at tender greens?” I raised my eyebrows, a smirk plastered to my red lips. “Of course you are.” He smirked back, kissing my head and walking to the door.

“So yes?” He leaned against the door frame. “Yeah I guess.” I nodded and grabbed my black converse. “Okay meet us downstairs in five.” I nodded and began to tie my shoes. Finishing up, I grabbed my phone off of the charger and went down the stairs, Colby and Brennen talking to the vlog.

Colby hadn’t noticed that I came so I jumped on his back yelling boo. “Jesus!” Colby yelled and grabbed my thighs so I wouldn’t fall off. “You scared me.” He bounced so I would be on his back more comfortably.

“Ready to go?” I asked, looking over his shoulder. Our faces were extremely close, which I didnt mind one bit. “Yup.” I popped the p and kissed his cheek.

“Hey! He’s mine.” Brennen said offensively. “Oh yeah?” I smirked and he nodded, grabbing Colby’s hand. “Brolby.” He winked and I smacked his hand away. “Brolby when I’m not around.” I smirked and intertwined mine and replaced Brennens fingers with mine and kissed his cheek again.

“I can’t believe you’d do this bro.” Brennen had his hand over his chest. “I’m sorry.” Colby dropped me from his back. I smirked triumphantly and let go of Colby’s hand. “Delete all that they’ll probably think me and Colbs are together.” I told Brennen and he shook his head.

“Nope.” He smirked and I groaned. (I’m gonna use mine and Colby’s ship name but you can change it to your own) “Conzie.” I cringed at the ugly name. “Kelby?” Brennen suggested. “No both are ugly.” I cringed and followed them to Colby’s car. “Shot gun!” I yelled and ran to the door, pulling myself in before Brennen can pull me out.

“You’re terrible.” He narrowed his eyes at me and climbed into the back of the small car. “Ha.” I smirked and pulled the belt over my waist and chest. “So tender greens still right?” I asked and turned to look over at Colby who nodded.

I laid my head on the head rest and looked over at Colby. I couldn’t help but stare, he was just so beautiful. Me and Colby have never been anything more than friends but occasionally we’d hold hands or cuddle. I wish he thought of me that way but I doubt he ever will.

He reached over the thing and grabbed my hand, intertwining. I looked over at him with a confused look but he kept his eyes on the road. I was starving so I couldn’t wait to get food.

-

“What are we doing after this?” I asked as I sipped my sweet tea. “I dont know. Whatever you want?” Colby shrugged and looked over at Brennen for an idea but he shrugged as well. “I kinda just wanna go home and watch Harry Potter.” I set my drink down, looking st the boys to see if they’d add anything else.

“Okay.” Colby nodded. “I have to go home anyways after so..” Brennen told us and I nodded. “Harry Potter night with Colby it is!” I cheered and got up, throwing my food away.

“Let’s go get Brennen home! I wanna watch movies.” I grabbed Colby’s hand, dragging him out. “Slow down.” He laughed and tripped over his feet as I dragged.

-

“Which one first?” He asked. “Uhm obviously the first one?” I gave him a crazy look. “Okay okay sorry.” He put his hands up in defense and got up to go get all the snacks. “Lets begin!” I cheered and grabbed a hardfull of popcorn.

-

“I’m bored!” Colby groaned, falling into my lap. “We’re only on the third one!” I groaned back and pushed him off of me. “Let’s do something else.” He sat up, looking at me with his beautiful eyes.

“No.” I pushed him away. “Y/N?” He asked, sounding more serious. “Yes?” I turned to him and before i could react, his lips were on mine. “What are you doing?” I asked, pushing him away.

“Oh I I’m sorry..” He said standing up, about to rush away. “Wait. No I didnt mean.. I..” I held his hand so he couldn’t rush away again. I looked up at him but he avoided my eyes. I sighed, grabbing his cheeks and pressing my lips back to his.

“I felt so rejected.” He laughed, kissing me again. “No. I just wasn’t sure.. But I am now.” I smiled and he smiled back. “Good because I was terrified.” He laughed, grabbing my hands and kissing my forehead.

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61 please. I love your writing

61. “They didn’t just find out. They already knew!”

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Being famous was nice but what came with it, not really; especially when it comes to Harry. Having the reputation of a “womanizer” by the media, people payed attention to every female that made an appearance in his life. None of the ones he was interested in stayed; it always got too much for them with the hate or rumors.

Then he met you. You met in Jamaica, you being with your family and he was with his crew, finding muse, writing and recording.
After a few tropical dates and stolen kisses, Harry was smitten.

You sat on your towel, hand over your eyes as you watched Harry jogging to you, wet, with his surfboard. You smiled as he leaned down, capturing your lips with his in a quick kiss, pulling away with kissy noise. “Waves are pretty nice today.” He said as you gave him his towel.

“They were even better yesterday. Told you to join.” You smiled, laying on your back as he lied beside you, his body turned to you as he propped himself on his elbow.

“Told you I had to work on my tan.” He joked, looking at you.

After a few moments of silence that were full of only you and Harry thinking to yourselves.

Harry wanted to keep you. He wanted to hide you from the world; he didn’t want everyone to snatch you away from him because he had never felt this way before.
You, too, knew about the consequences of being THE Harry Styles’ girlfriend —not that he had asked you ye-

“Say, Y/N,” Harry began, you humming in reply and looking at him, “If I were to ask you a very very serious question right now, would you say yes?” He asked with a nervous smile.

“No, Harry, we’re not going to draw your naked mermaid tattoo on the sand.” You chuckled.

“That wasn’t what I wanted!” Harry laughed, “Well not now at least,” He added, “But anyway,” He shook his head, “Do you want to you know, make us, uh, official?”

You quickly sat up, looking at him with a smile. “Finally! Yes!”

Harry sat up, a grin on his face. “So you’d be my girlfriend?”

“Yes, you poor excuse of a surfer!” You joked, squealing when he climbed over you, making you fall on your back as he was on top of you.

“You’ll regret calling me that when I’m winning the surfing competition they’re having in two days.”

“Oh my God, you’re not joining, are you?”

“You might want to start practicing your cheerleading skills.” He joked, leaning down and pressing a short yet sweet kiss to your neck and up your jaw to your mouth, planting a sweet kiss.

And this is how it all started. Everything was going great. When the crew was taking videos of Harry for the making of the album videos that the fans will see, you were behind the camera. They all respected yours and Harry’s wishes to keep your relationship private for as long as you both wanted.

“You know, I think my family loves you more than they love me.” You joked as you and Harry walked down a pier after you both had lunch with your family who kept bugging you about meeting him since he was so close to where you stayed.

Harry laughed, pulling you closer to him as he had his arm around your shoulders. “You look so much like your mum, it’s crazy.”

“We get tha-”

“Harry! Y/N!” You both heard Jeff’s voice from afar, shouting for the both of you.

You both turned, confused to see him running to you. He took a few breaths before showing you his phone. “They found out.”

And there you were. Pictures of you both kissing, cuddling and laughing from different days and angles posted in different tweets with different captions. “Fuck!” Harry cursed, taking Jeff’s phone in his hand.

You frowned, looking over at the phone as Harry scrolled through the tweets. Your eyes did catch a few words and sentences like “Summer fling” and “Is this the new kendall?”

“These are pictures from different days.” You pointed out. “Oh my God, look at the date of this tweet,” You panicked, pointing. The tweet was written 3 days ago, having a picture of you and Harry kissing on the sand.

“They didn’t just find out. They already knew!” Harry groaned, giving Jeff his phone back before wrapping his arm around your shoulders again, pulling you closer to his chest.

“Who even did this?” You muttered.

“There could have been a fan or a pap.” Jeff said, “I’m going to try and work this out.”

“Work what out? The pictures are already out. They know about us now.” Harry said.

“My social media accounts are private. They won’t get to me.” You said, looking at a very stressed out Harry.

“I’m going to leave you both alone. Sorry, you two.” Jeff gave you a sympathetic smile before turning and walking away.

You stepped in front of Harry, wrapping your arms around his torso. “Hey, calm down.”

“What if they drive you away? They get so fucking brutal.” Harry frowned, looking at you.

“I told you, I have my social media on private, I’m going to be extra careful whenever I’m out in public and it’ll die out. Don’t worry about me, I’m a tough woman.” You tried to reason gently although, you were terrified. You have never been in this position before and you didn’t know what to expect and what might happen but one thing you knew for sure: you wouldn’t let Harry slip through your fingers because some people were assholes.

Harry sighed, staying silent for a moment. “Once we’re both in LA, I’m assigning a bodyguard to you.”

“But Ha-”

“No, absolutely not.” He shook his head, “We’re going on this ride together, yeah? Would you like that?”

You smiled reassuringly, “I’d love that.” You said before placing your lips on his. “Race you to the beach!” You shouted before running off.

“Not fair!”

•• thank you so much, I’m glad you do, lovely! x
Oh, Brother (Harry Holland)

Originally posted by brilee97

Pairing: Harry Holland x Actor!Reader, Friend!Tom Holland x Costar!Reader

Warning: Cursing

Summary: Y/n is Tom’s close friend and co-star. The two have never dated and have never planned to, but when the pair are interviewed, the host keeps trying to see if they are indeed, a couple, causing a bit of trouble for Tom’s brother, Harry. 

Author: Dizzy

A/N: This was requested by an anon who said “omgogmgkfmlss please write a harry imagine where you’re toms costar and Harry goes to one of your interviews and the interviewer keeps trying to suggest that tom and you are a thing so he storms out and after wards you ask him what’s wrong and he admits his feelings to you. Omgodkd i would die if you wrote this omg”. This is my first Harry fic! Enjoy!

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You listened to the sweet sound of laughter as you began to tell the story of how you got into a twitter argument with an old co-star of yours, a story you hadn’t told before. 

“So, Ryan Reynolds and I are good friends, right?” You ask rhetorically. “Well, I was tweeting about how I liked the old Amityville movie better than the 2000′s remake and Ryan immediately tweets back telling me to ‘drop dead you punk ass Primadonna. We all know I’m superior to that old shit.’ And I am laughing just at his bs response, so I tweet back ‘I make more money than you, you old shit. I am superior.’”

“And what did he say?” The interviewer asked between laughs. 

You glanced over at Tom, who was looking at you with the largest grin on his face as he chuckled. 

“Well, he simply says, ‘prove it’. And I’m pretty sure Tom was in the hotel room with me when I had to go on this little expedition to compare our net worth and I had to screenshot it and then send it to Ryan, who tweets back, ‘you may have won the battle, but I will win the war.’ and I am like ‘Oh, it’s on.’ so, I reply with, ‘In your dreams, you Richard Cranium.’ and he goes, ‘I know what you are, but what am I?’ to which I reply with, ‘A forty year old man who thinks playground rhymes win wars.’ And that ended our twitter ‘feud’.” 

At that point, Tom bursts out in laughter as he held his stomach. “So now you have beef with Ryan Reynolds?”

You shrugged. “Possibly.”

The interviewer composed herself as the laughter began to wind down and you and Tom shared a knowing look, readying yourselves for the next question, which you guessed was the one you both dreaded. 

“So, the whole world wants to know, and I want to know, are you both a couple?”

You sighed as Tom bumped his shoulder with yours softly. You hated getting those questions time after time. The questions you and Tom got asked daily always made you wonder why no one could accept a man and a woman being just friends. 

“No, actually, we’re not a couple.” Tom stated. “We’re just really close friends.”

“Are you sure?”

Tom chuckled. “Yeah, I’m sure.”

“Well, then could you explain the kiss you two shared on Zendaya’s snapchat story a few weeks ago?”

Tom glanced at you as you shifted uncomfortably. “Would you like to explain, Y/n?”

You nodded slowly, forcing a smile. “Sure. So, us and the rest of the Homecoming cast and Tom’s mate, Harrison, decided to play a game of dirty truth or dare and my dare was to sit on Tom’s lap and kiss him and I really didn’t want to drink this weird smoothie concoction Jacob made if I didn’t complete the dare, so I completed the dare.” You explained. “And if you watch all of Z’s story, she explains what we’re doing.”

You looked away from the interviewer and locked eyes with Harry, who sat and watched the interview from a distance. You smiled at him and gave him a little wink, watching as he smiled back before you looked away. 

“There’s no way you two aren’t a couple, I mean, I saw the way you kissed in the video.”

You smirked. “That’s the magic of acting. When you have to kiss someone you’re just friend’s with, you get really good at faking a feeling.”

“And how do you feel about what she just said, Tom?” the interviewer asked, her blonde hair falling in her face as she locked eyes with him.

Tom chuckled. “Um fine? I feel the same way. I have no romantic feelings towards Y/n at all. We’re honestly just mates.”

“Exactly. We’re just friends and the times we do go out, just the two of us, we’re just on mate dates or friend dates. Just to pals, hanging out.”

“But you guys are so affectionate. I mean, I think it would be pretty amazing to see your romance onscreen to come offscreen.”

You smiled, trying not to laugh at how idiotic it all felt to you. “I love the idea of going from close friends to lovers, it’s a great concept-” you were cutoff for a moment by the sound of someone storming out of the room. You turned to see Harry storming out before you locked eyes with Tom and continued what you were saying, “but me and Tom are almost like siblings.”

Tom put a hand to his chest. “Oh, brother-zoned. That hurt, Y/n.” he said with sarcastic hurt. 

You laughed and playfully punched his shoulder. “Sorry, but you’ll get over it.”

“Oh, well, I’m getting the signal that we need to wrap this up. So, thank you so much Tom and Y/n for coming. It was a pleasure having you.” 

“I wish it was a pleasure to be here.” You muttered under your breath as Tom bumped your shoulder with his own.

“We had a great time, thank you.” Tom said for the both of you before you both rose from your seat and shook hands with the blonde woman.

“We need to go find Harry.” You said quickly, turning to Tom. 

“I know.” Tom replied as he followed you out the door you saw Harry rush through. 

“What was his problem? He seemed really upset.” 

“Oh, I don’t know…” Tom said unconvincingly. 

You narrowed your eyes, you gaze running over Tom’s face. “You know something and you’re not telling me it.” 

“Me? Oh, I don’t know anything.” Tom replied, pointing to his chest when he referred to himself. 

“Thomas Stanley Holland, what made Harry so upset?” You asked, looking into his brown eyes. “Come on, Tom, you can tell me.”

“Uh, um, I think I hear my name being called, good luck finding him!” Tom stammered before running away from you like you were the plague. 

“Fine. I’ll go find him myself.” You muttered as you began to walk down the hallway in the opposite way Tom had ran. 

As you walked down the hallway, you heard the sound of someone talking, you assumed to themselves, since you couldn’t hear another side of the conversation. You turned the corner to find Harry seated on the ground as he hung up his phone. 

“Harry!” You jogged over to the boy and knelt down beside him. “Are you okay? You ran out of the room faster than me when I hear there are donuts.” 

Harry looked up at you, his lip caught between his teeth as he gazed into your e/c orbs. 

“Yeah, yeah. I’m fine, darling.” He replied. 

You looked right through his forced smile and demeanor. “You’re just like Tom, thinking you can hide shit from me. Something’s obviously wrong. What’s wrong, honey?”

“It’s really nothing, Y/n. You wouldn’t understand it.”

“I understand more than you realize.” You explained. “Just tell me. Please.” 

“I like you, okay? And seeing you and Tom and hearing you guys talk about your relationship kills me. I mean, I didn’t know you guys kissed and I sure as hell didn’t know you like the idea of falling in love with him.” Harry sighed heavily as you mentally took a step back. 

“Harry Holland, you are the biggest idiot I’ve ever met.” You smiled. “I don’t like Tom, we’re just friends. Nothing more. I have no romantic feelings for him and he doesn’t have any for me. He’s like my brother.”

“Then what does that make me?” Harry asked, a bit hurt.

“The guy I like.” You said simply as his eyes grew wide and a chuckle escaped your lips. “You didn’t know that huh? I thought the guy who couldn’t keep a secret would tell you that before I did, but okay.”

“You like me too?”

“Yes!” You cried. “God, you are oblivious. Even though I just fucking said I did.”

Prompt: “You’re such a bitch.”/”Don’t be fucking rude.”

You didn’t want to go to the party. You knew she would be there. You couldn’t stand her. Kendall, in your eyes, was satan. She was rude, fake, spoiled, stuck up and everything else. But no one seamed to know this but you. You had had multiple run ins with her since you and Harry started dating. She never had anything nice to say to or about you. Calling you ugly and saying you weren’t good enough for Harry and how Harry would find his way back to her, he always did. And each and every time you thought Harry would catch her in the act, she smiled and laughed, as if you were having a great conversation the whole time, as soon as he came back with a drink for you. And each and every time you wanted to slap him and make him realize that his ex, was indeed, a bitch. But harry being Harry, he always wanted to see the best in people. You didn’t know if Harry knew that she was so mean, or if he knew and chose to ignore it. Either way, as you stood in front of the mirror, sliding on your red dress, you knew just how your encounter with Kendall would go. You tried not to let her dampen your mood, though. Luckily Harry was able to take your mind off it, pressing kisses to your neck the car ride there. And you spent a good 30 minutes at the party without any sign of Kendall. But as soon as Harry left your side to get you a drink, the she-devil herself walked up to you. 

“(y/n)! Lovely to see you here.” she said looking you up and down, clearly judging you. “Where’d you get the dress, the dumpster?”

“At least I don’t have to leave the house half naked to get peoples attention.”

“Hey now, lets not be harsh. Wheres Harry? Off finding someone better I suppose?”

“Harry loves me.”

“Sure, and the Pope isn’t Catholic. Why can’t you see that you’re just Harrys little charity case. He’ll get sick of you eventually, and when he does, he’ll come running back to me. He always does. Its just a matter of time.” she said to you harshly. And just like that Harry came back,

“Heres your drink, my love.” he said and kissed your temple. You gladly took the drink from him and took a much needed sip.

“Kendall, nice to see you.” Harry said hugging her and kissing her cheek. It made you cringe. Not because Harry was hugging his ex, but if he only knew what a bitch she was…

Harry and Kendall made light conversation, before Harry quickly turned to say hello to someone else. 

“Its going to happen eventually. And when it does, I’ll be sure to say ‘told you so’” Kendall said to you. 

“God, you’re such a bitch!” you yelled, and sure enough, the small room with the small amount of people got quiet. Harry turned around, appalled. 

“(y/n)…whats gotten into you?” Harry questioned. He looked between you and Kendall. Of course she was acting all innocent and as if she didn’t spend the last 10 minutes insulting me. 

“I didn’t say anything to her Harry I swear. I was just telling her I hope she doesn’t get lonely while you’re on tour.”

“I’m so sorry Kendall. I think we should go.” Harry said sternly, grabbing your arm and leading you to the door.  The car ride home was completely silent, you were on the verge of tears the whole time. As soon as the front door closed, Harry started.

“What the bloody hell was that? Why would you call her a bitch? She’s been nothing but nice to you from the moment she’s met you. I don’t understand.”

“But Harry that’s the thing. She’s so rude to me. While you were off getting me a drink, she spent the whole time insulting me. She was saying I got my dress from the trash and how you don’t love me. She said you’d get tired of me and you’ll come crawling back to her- you always do.” 

“I know Kendall, and that doesn’t sound like her. She’s a sweet girl. If you don’t want me hanging around her, I’d rather you just say so, rather than trying to make her look bad.” he yelled. 

“So you’re going to believe her over me? Harry I’ve never lied to you. I wouldn’t lie about this. Her goal every time she sees me is to make me feel like shit when you aren’t around. Then when you come back, she acts like nothing ever happened.”

“I’m not going to listen to this. When you decide to be mature, I’ll be upstairs.” he said, and left you standing in the foyer, starting to believe everything Kendall was saying to you.

All you could do was cry. You shouldn’t have been feeling sorry for yourself, but you couldn’t help it. You picked up your phone to try and take your mind off it. As soon as you opened Twitter, hundreds of tweets blew up your phone. Deciding to see what the fuss was about, you clicked on a video taken of you and Kendall from that night. As is played, everything Kendall said to you was caught on camera. Everything. As it turns out, a fan snuck into the party and caught the whole interaction on camera as she sat at the bar. Many people in the comments were coming to your defense, as it was a known fact that you did not like Kendall. Just then you got a tweet from Harry. It said: “Don’t be fucking rude, @ kendalljenner. All the love. Hx.” 

Harry came racing down the stairs seconds later. “Oh my God, baby I’m so sorry. I had no idea. I’m such an arse.”

“Yea. Yea you are.” you said hitting his chest hard.

“Ok I deserved that. Babe I’m so sorry, I should’ve believed you. I had no idea she was so mean. Now I see why you don’t like her. And everything she’s ever said to you - please please don’t believe it. She’s just bitter she’s not as smart, kind, funny and beautiful inside and out as you are. You’re not a charity case and I love you very much. Don’t you forget that.”

“Don’t worry I know its not true. Also, you never tweet about anything personal, let alone directly at someone. What made you do it this time?”

“I cant let her get away with being rude to you. I’ve fucked up royally, and I want the public to know that I may be kind but I’ll never let someone walk all over the people I love. I don’t give a damn who the hell they are.” 

You laughed and he kissed your cheek, secure in knowing that Harry would always be there for you and have your back, no matter what.