that silly crush on him

Chris Cornell.

I’ve been trying to think of what to write for a solid hour now. I’ll start something, then backspace every word until it’s all gone, and I think that’s how my mind and heart feels right now.

This isn’t just a case of a musician I was a casual fan of dying too young. Soundgarden is a band that I discovered as a child in the late ‘90s. I have fan art of Chris Cornell that I drew when I was 11 fucking years old. I had a silly teenage crush on him, too. There are old picture files on a zip drive I own that date back to 2004 with titles like “Ohh Chris!” and “So Sexy”.

And now this guy that was so much a part of those silly times is…gone. Just gone. He took his own life. God knows what led him to do this. It could have been the result of months or even years of heartache that wasn’t managed properly. It could have been an impulse decision made while upset, as so many suicides occur that way. None of us will ever know what was going on in his head last night.

His bandmates, his friends, his family, and millions of fans are now stuck in a horrid grieving process that will take a long time to work through. My first thought this morning after seeing that Chris was actually gone, as in gone and never coming back, was about how Jerry Cantrell is going to have to bury another fucking friend of his that died too young. Another one. He has had to watch dozens of people he loved die like this. The same could be said for any grunge musician right now. Another brother. Gone.

But I want to say something to all of you - nearly 1,000 of you - you are so fucking loved. If you’re not loved by the people in your life, there are people like me and others on the internet who are going to be there when your head starts slumping. Please, please take care of yourself. If you’re battling suicidal thoughts, please reach out to me or someone else. Don’t make an impulse decision to leave this world when you have so much more to offer, so much to give. I failed to take my own life three times. I am glad something stopped me each time. Death culture is rampant and it might be comforting to think about when times get rough, but please don’t die.

I am not okay. I’m probably not going to be okay for a while. Last night was a mess and I was already upset about that, but now that Chris is gone, the only thing I can do is kind of divorce myself from my emotions a bit. Regardless though, I am here for you. Please don’t do anything to hurt yourself. Maybe when my head settles we can have some kind of group session about this and play some Soundgarden tunes (or hell, even Audioslave or that jank Timbaland album) to get through this together. 

Chris Cornell, the second best voice in grunge, has been silenced, but recordings of that voice will be around for a very long time. I am so grateful for all the times I was inspired by his singing, his songwriting, and his sense of humor. Chris wasn’t just a pretty face - he was highly intelligent and had such a unique way of looking at fame and praise. He didn’t want to be a sex symbol. He didn’t take groupies. He didn’t have that same hedonistic attitude that befell so many other musicians. He was a cut above the rest, something truly special, and I’m going to remember him that way.

I’m going to remember Chris Cornell as the amazing person he was, not for what he did in a split second while alone and hollow inside. He is still full of life through the life he gave to others.

plisetskyism  asked:

for the drabble thing: otayuri and 32?

#32: “I think I’m in love with you and I’m terrified.”

“I think I’m in love with you and I’m terrified.” Yuri blurted the words out before he could even process them. He hadn’t meant to tell Otabek, not yet. Not today, anyway. Yuri clasped a hand against his mouth as his eyes widened, unsure of what to do.

Otabek sat across the table from him. They were out on a not-date because Yuri obviously hadn’t deliberately chosen his outfit to be cat print free in order to seem cool to Otabek while they were out in St. Petersburg for Yuri’s birthday. It definitely wasn’t a date. It’s not like Otabek was wearing a nice cardigan and it wasn’t as if Otabek had flown all the way here so that he could spend time with Yuri for his birthday. It was one of the sweetest things someone had ever done for Yuri. And of course, it didn’t help the Russian’s growing feelings for the older teen.

Yuri wasn’t sure when he had started having… feelings for Otabek. It just kind of happened, as such things tend to do. All he knew was that somehow and somewhere in the past couple of months of daily video chats or phone calls, and of course the constant texting, Yuri fell. And boy, did he fall hard. Suddenly, he couldn’t get the sound of the Kazakh boy’s voice out of his head. Every time he closed his eyes, He saw Beka as if he was permanently burned into his eyes.

It wasn’t easy to figure out what was going on. Yuri’s heart kept skipping beats and he felt short of breath. Not to mention, he was distracted at practice. It wasn’t until Yuuri had pulled him aside to talk with him after practice one day that Yuri started to put the puzzle pieces together.

He was falling in love.

This couldn’t be happening to him, could it? No, it wasn’t happening. It was just a silly crush because Otabek was a couple years older than him and was super cool and was really attractive-

It was happening, and there was nothing that Yuri could do to stop it or fix it. Except for maybe tell the Kazakh teen, but that was too complicated. Then he had to worry about getting rejected entirely and left friendless once more, or worse. Yuri could get friendzoned and have to deal with all sorts of unrequited feelings. That would be horri-

“-ra? Yura, are you okay? You haven’t moved or said anything in two minutes.” Otabek spoke softly, worry creasing his brow.

Yuri blinked rapidly, realizing that he had gone into his own little world and slowly lowered his hand from his mouth slowly. He nodded once and mustered up the courage to speak, hoping his voice wouldn’t betray him. “Yeah, I’m… I’m fine. It’s just, that’s not what I wanted to say.”

Otabek cocked an eyebrow. “So you didn’t mean it?”

“No, no, no! I mean, yes? Ugh…” Yuri stumbled through his words, trying to recover before Beka thought he was lying to him. “I meant it! I just wasn’t expecting to tell you right now.”

“Oh.” He said softly, a gentle blush dusting his tanned cheeks.

“I’m sorry if I made things between us awkward…”

“Yuri.”

The sound of his actual name rather than a nickname startled the Russian. Beka almost always called him ‘Yura’, so what changed? What was wrong?

“As long as you have feelings for me and I have feelings for you, things could never be awkward between us.”

“Wait… You? You have feelings for me?” Yuri watched as Otabek nodded. “Really?”

His fears quickly dissipated as a smile appeared on Otabek’s face. “I’ve had the biggest crush on you since I saw you in Yakov’s training camp. I only realized that I was in love with you shortly after your exhibition skate.”

Yuri blushed. “And you’ve just been waiting to see if I returned those feelings this whole time?”

“I’ve known for a while, Yura. You weren’t exactly subtle about it once you realized that you had feelings for me. You got a lot more nervous when you talked to me, but it gradually disappeared and we were back to where we had been before you discovered your feelings. If anything, we started to actually flirt, though I don’t think either one of us really knew that we were.”

“So what does this mean for… Us?”

“I, for one, like the sound of ‘us’. Why don’t we start there?” Beka sat back in his chair, seemingly very content at how their not-date-turned-maybe-date was going.

“Like, boyfriends?”

“Yeah. Boyfriends.”

Yuri beamed. “Okay then.”

“So, are you going to be my boyfriend or not?” he smirked and it made Yuri melt.

“I think the answer to that is obvious, Beka. Of course I’ll be your boyfriend.” The younger teen rolled his eyes but had one of the biggest smiles Otabek had ever seen from him.

It was definitely a date.

FIN

Tell Me I’m Pretty | One

Originally posted by thedis4design

Prompt: Artist!Reader x Jughead.

Warnings: Angst, bullying, possible mentions of suicide later on. There could be violence and mentions of death, so please, be careful when proceeding to the other parts!

A/N: Hope you like thissss!!!

Song Of The Chapter: Trouble by Cage the Elephant




We were at the table by the window, the view,
Casting shadows, the sun was pushing through.

Y/C/H hair pushed to the side, while droopy eyes scanned a sketchbook filled with unfinished works. A golden sun dipping into the horizon provided slivers of lighting through the blinds of the window you sat by. A melted milkshake sat next to the open book, the beverage barely sipped out of as the cherry had sunken to the bottom of the glass at this point. Your mind was wrecked with ideas, so much so that your hand couldn’t even move because you didn’t know what would come out on that paper. Lyrics to a song that nobody wrote? A sketch of the boy you had been admiring from afar as you sat in the comfort of your booth? The essay that your English teacher had assigned during school hours?

You decided to sit back, leaning your head against the booth while a delicate sigh escaped your lips. The atmosphere at this little diner was relaxed and quiet, so your lonely presence wouldn’t be too out of place. Usually, on Friday nights, the people in this small town would much rather gather at the club or go to a high school football game than visit the diner on the corner of a less travelled street downtown. You were thrilled to spend no  time around peers that knew of  you at school. You had already paid for whatever you ordered, so nobody was waiting for you to leave the booth and make the diner slightly more empty.

Nobody cared to invite you to these social outings, mainly because whenever you were new to the school and people wanted to be your friend, you shut them down. You weren’t too fond of kindling friendships with people who’d be out of your life by the time they broke eighteen. You’d much rather write poetry and sketch the pretty people who made this town just a bit more interesting. Those who flourished in the attention of their close friends and buzzed about on social media. Their existence brought you something new to study, the student body’s lack of morality, and the constant movement, drama, and rivalry between inner circles.

Your thoughts were interrupted by a figure sliding into the seat across from you, your eyes landing on the boy you had been looking at nearly this entire time. Jughead Jones III, a fellow student in your fifth period English class. He sat three seats to your left, and he always managed to catch your eye through quick side glances. His presence, though, caught you off guard. Not once had he spoken a word to you, but he was always enthusiastic when it came to English.  A strand of his raven black hair fell over his forehead as he rested both forearms on the table, lacing his fingers together while they interlocked; he looked as if he was about to interrogate you, of course. With Jason Blossom’s murder still being a mystery, everyone had to be questioned in this little town. You hadn’t even thought to speak a word, you were practically stunned by his sudden decision to appear before you.

He had a great group of friends, ones much more popular and had a respectable reputation that was spoken about around the halls. His best friend’s name was Archie Andrews, a talented musician and athlete, who seemingly had better luck with girls and friends, because there was always people surrounding him. Jughead’s friends were practically the core of popularity, a mixture of underclassmen who thrived from the admiration of their fellow classmates. You didn’t despise the group. These were the things that you had paid close attention to, for your life would never be as interesting as theirs, so you vicariously live through what could have been for you, and sketch these scenes out in multiple hardcover books stacked on your desk at home.

His lips curled into a half-smile, “Y/N L/N, right?” Jug reached over to grab a french fry from your untouched basket that you ordered nearly half an hour ago. You raise an eyebrow, his behavior causing you to think he sat across from you as a result of a stupid dare. If you weren’t so terrified of confrontation, you would have swatted his hand away.  This was the first time you’d ever been approached by a fellow student and peer in what felt like forever, and your nerves were already being poked at.

“Yeah… Jughead Jones?” You watched as his ocean eyes crinkled when he grinned. He was quite gorgeous, but the way he spoke so carelessly and cockily… You surely questioned his intentions.

“Correct. Now, what’s a girl like you doing here on a Friday night?”

Yeah, this was either a joke to him, or a sick dare. You roll your eyes, closing your sketchbook, “I came here to grab some dinner, which you so rudely interrupted.” With a soft, amused sigh, Jug chuckles.

“I guess, if dinner means old french fries and a completely full milkshake with the whipped cream nearly melting off the sides. All of the food idle and untouched. Don’t deny that you were burying your nose in a book. Oh, and don’t think I didn’t see you staring at me as well.”

You cleared your throat, a rosy tinge burning the apples of your cheeks, “How could you tell? When your friends were here, you didn’t even look my way.” You were right, and as you tilted your head to see that Archie, Betty, and Veronica had left, he rolls his eyes, scoffing at you. Maybe they went to see the second half of the high school football game, maybe they all had to go home, these were the thoughts that plagued your mind instead of what was occurring in real time.

“Because I was staring at you too. You didn’t catch me when you were gazing into that book.”

Spoke a lot of words, I don’t know if I spoke the truth.

“Well I-”

Jug shushed you, leaving you utterly confused as to what could have been the catalyst to spark this interaction from him. “I heard you’re an artist.” His voice was dripping with mere antagonism, but from the other side of the booth, you shrugged it off and nodded, answering him with a quick, “I am.” Your words were small, almost nervous.

“Mind showing me what you’ve been working on?” The false curiosity seething from his pink lips formed a lump in the your throat. You then shook your head, your hand itching to reach for the book that sat in front of you. “If it has something to do with Jason Blossom, I’m not part of it.” You said shakily. Jughead didn’t take no for an answer, and his hand snatched the book away. He was too quick, and you ended up slapping the table with your hand in an attempt to rescue it from his grip.

Without opening the black book, he held it with a tight lipped grin and narrowed eyes. “Why can’t I see? Is the quiet girl scared or something?”

Got so much to lose,

An exasperated huff  came before a weak, “Maybe. Hand it over.” And that only fueled Jug’s curiosity to delve further, he wanted to push this girl, get her to talk. Lord only knows why he was causing you this anxiety, maybe it was a silly crush, an immature dare, or just him going out of his way to investigate you for a murder. It was beyond you, and your blood began to boil.

Got so much to prove,

And with that, he opened it up, “Fat chance,  Y/N.” His fingers turning the pages to the very first, and you winced, your cheeks no longer holding a rosy blush, but a red hue in embarrassment and sheer anger.You were the topic of conversation at the table with the core four. They always saw you sitting, staring, sketching. That’s all you ever did, so Jug took it upon himself to delve into the rumors that were whispered from one group to another. Harsh, sure. But it’s high school, behavior like this was expected and tolerated by anyone and everyone. His investigative spirit just added to the mess.

God, don’t let me lose my mind.

“Called it.” His eyes never left the pages. The book was dedicated to the groups at Riverdale High, Archie laughing with his friends, Betty and Veronica in their River Vixen uniforms, and Jughead with his crowned beanie. Admittedly, you had talent, a gift for capturing these moments, but his eyes soon widened when he noticed you incorporated yourself into the social scenes. Some small panels where you sat next to Jug on a bench, sketchbook in your lap, his laptop open on his. Some were of you in a pretty prom dress, in a River Vixen uniform, or just sitting with his group of friends.

“Classic stalker. Is this why nobody ever sees you looking up from these damn things?-” A sudden pang of guilt knocked him right in the stomach once he picked up his head to see your doe-eyes glazed over. His smile faded into a look of concern. Clearly he wasn’t thinking, and boy, did he regret it after witnessing the hurt look on your face.

“Please,” You motioned towards him with a shaky hand, asking for the book. Jughead didn’t have the guts to argue, so he handed it over to you, watching as you held it to your chest as if you were protecting a newborn. With a quick motion, you slung your backpack over your shoulder and kept your head down as you rushed out of the diner. This left Jughead with a sinking feeling in his stomach and the realization that he shouldn’t have sparked trouble with you.

And the whole weekend, he was riddled with the idea that he needed to talk to you again to mediate the tension and apologize. Even if you despised him, it was something that he had to do.

Matchmaker - Cody Christian AU Imagine

Warnings:SMUT,swearing,daddy kink,jealous Cody,ass slapping,hand tying,m+f oral,fake tweet,fluff.

A/N: Enjoy xx and Happy Valentines Day or as I like to call it “Another thing to remind me i’m Single AF” 

y/n; your name

y/u/n; your username

MASTERLIST


Lisa: Hi guys were back on Clevver Tv’s Valentines day special with the cast of Teen Wolf * Lisa smiled*

Lisa: So Cody our sources yell us you’re off the market and have been for some time now, is that true?

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The Torturous Year- A Remus Lupin Imagine

A/N: Okay, so my lazy ass has not yet gotten to any of the requests or the blurbs yet for my 1k celebration, but I have decided to start a new series. This one is a Remus one, and barely has a plot in all honesty. I just think it would be a series of cute little imagines based off of the idea that Remus suddenly grew up quite a bit over the summer from fifth year to sixth. :) Hope you enjoy! 

Originally posted by pretty-eyes-on-pretty-guys

Two long months away from your friends had been torture. With the recent targets on different muggle families in the past year, your parents decided that it would be best to travel overseas this summer. A summer house on the beach was lovely and very therapeutic yet not what you wanted. All you wanted to be able to do was see your friends, or at least write to them. Yet, your parents insisted that going abroad was the safest thing for you all. They claimed that no contact with your muggle-born friends meant their families wouldn’t be noticed if they were trying to lay low; and no contact with your magical-born friends meant that they wouldn’t get in trouble for communicating with any half muggle-born families.

You knew it was mostly a lie. Your parents were scared themselves and you couldn’t blame them. It was getting dangerous for any non-pure-blood family with the rise of Lord Voldemort and the Death Eaters. Hiding out with an entire ocean between your family and the enemy was logically a smart move, even if it was slightly cowardly. Although, it didn’t mean you had to like it.

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Title: I Mean It

Title: I Mean It 
Type: Slight-Angst(????), Fluff
Characters: Reader X Taeyong (ft. Taeil and Haechan/Donghyuck)
Word Count: 2, 287

A/N: Welcome to my first ever Taeyong scenario! Have fun!


Summary: It all started when he accidentally said “I love you”. 

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anonymous asked:

I feel like crying, so I'm gonna ask you about your Shallura headcanons. {slides you Monopoly money}

okay you asked for it so here goes:

  • Shiro falls first, and he falls HARD
  • At first he thinks it’s just a silly crush, but then Allura sacrifices herself to save him on the Galra ship and he’s forced to admit that, nope, this is real, he’s highkey in love with an alien space princess who can pick him up in one hand, okay this is happening everybody stay calm
  • spoiler alert: he can’t stay calm
  • I have so many feelings about military!Shiro??? like he was on the Cerberos mission as a pilot not a scientist, sure he was in the space programme, but of all the characters he’s the one who acts the most… military
  • like he’s super-disciplined doing pushups in his room in his Voltron uniform
  • (Shiro tangent: when he was in the Galra prison he did pushups and stuff in his cell to try and feel a sense of normality and control)
  • anyway Shiro takes to calling Allura “Princess” because it sounds a bit like a military title and he’s trying to define their relationship within a chain of command
  • Shiro trying to be Very Professional and not let his feelings show too much because they’re co-leaders and they have to focus on The Mission
  • calling her Princess all the time helps him maintain distance (lol jk it doesn’t nothing is working he can’t stop thinking about her he’s a mess)
  • EVERY TIME Shiro calls Allura “Allura” he falls a little bit more in love with her. EVERY TIME
  • meanwhile Allura’s over here like “i have an enormous crush on Space Dad but I am a princess of Altea and I must command Voltron and save the universe”
  • highkey think the mice are gonna get sick of the mutual pining and lock them in a room together “accidentally” until they make out
  • OR the Black Lion takes them on a trip somewhere remote and then ~*~mysteriously~*~ malfunctions until they GET IT TOGETHER

anyway thanks for asking me this cos these were fun!

“I just didn’t think you liked me like that. I felt I was out of your leauge….” Reader in disbelief from Tyler’s confession. - @bbella85


Title: Leagues Are For Baseball, Not Love

Tyler x Reader

It was kind of an ominous question; “Can we talk?”. You couldn’t remember a time where that phrase ever meant a good thing, so it really worried you when Tyler asked you that out of the blue. Everyone was out to lunch except you and Tyler. You both were busy working on one of Mark’s infamous secret projects. 

Can we talk? The question bounced around in your head as you turned in your swivel chair to face Tyler. “Uh, sure. What’s up?” You hoped you sounded casual. You stood as he started walking toward you. Had you done something wrong?

He rubbed the back of his neck, “I have something to tell you and I don’t know how to say it other than bluntly.”

You nodded slowly “Oh. Okay, go ahead.” Was he going to throw you off teamiplier? Was that why everyone else was out? Did he find out about your silly crush on him? Were you too obvious?

You fidgeted with your hands, waiting for him to say something.

“I have feelings for you.” Tyler confessed. Your whole face felt hot as you processed his words. You didn’t expect him to keep going but he did. “I hope that doesn’t make things between us weird. Like, if you just want to be friends I totally understand or if you never want to talk to me again I get it. Or maybe I should just stop talking-”

“I just didn’t think you liked me like that.” Your stomach flipped as you spoke. “I thought I was out of your league.” This couldn’t be real, this had to be a dream. 

Tyler’s eyebrows rose, “Out of my league? I don’t have a league.”

“Oh come on, you’re smart and kind and inspiring and handsome and I’m just me.” You rambled. You kept your gaze down towards your shoes, too shy to look him in the eyes. 

He stepped closer to you, his fingers brushed under your chin to tilt your head up. The way those blue eyes looked at you, how didn’t you notice it before? “I like you because you’re you. You make me smile like no one else can. I like you because your eyes light up when you get excited and I could listen to you talk for hours and-”

You leaned forward and kissed him. His lips were surprisingly soft against yours. His hands rested gently on your hips as you tangled your fingers in his hair.

“So am I safe to assume you like me too?” He asked, smiling at you.

You kissed him again. “What do you think?”

He’ll Break Your Heart

Love  /ləv/

   noun
        1. an intense feeling of deep affection.

        2. a person or thing that one loves.

  verb
       1. feel a deep romantic or sexual attachment to (someone).


That is how the dictionary defined love.

Jack had a different definition: A sneaky bastard of a feeling that crept out of nowhere and sprung itself on you.

It is a feeling that just appears one day without any warning, a feeling that leaves you breathless and warm, confused and excited, terrified and curious.

And Jack had just realized it was a feeling he felt for Joe Sugg.


He had no idea when or how it had happened. But it had. And there was honestly no denying it.

Because every time he looked over at Joe, Jack felt his heart skip a beat. When the older man smiled at him, he felt his breath catch in his throat. When Joe would touch him, no matter how innocent, it left Jack’s skin on fire. And the younger man would do whatever he could to make Joe laugh, because it was one of the best sounds that existed in the world.


Jack knew he always liked Joe, had found himself drawn to the older man from basically the first day they had met. The two had connected almost instantly, and so it was no surprise to Jack when their friendship flourished and he found himself constantly hanging around Joe. The other little signs, the ones that usually meant you loved someone, had been so subtle that they had gone unnoticed, at least until it was too late.

But he didn’t know the exact moment that made him realize he wanted more than friendship with Joe.

Perhaps it was when Jack had looked over at Joe, who had been smiling at something Jack had just said, and thought how nice it would be to lean over and kiss Joe.

Or maybe it was the moment when Jack found himself craving Joe’s touch on more than just his arm or knee.

There was also the fact that Joe had slowly consumed all of Jack’s thoughts, and he found himself unable to go even a day without talking to the other man.

It could have been one of those moments, or one of the million others, that made Jack realize he had come to love Joe. As more than a friend. No, he was in love with Joe Sugg.



“Oh, Jack…” Conor sighed as he stared over at his younger brother.

“What?”

“Are you sure?” Josh asked, leaning forward to brace his elbows on his knees, his eyes locked onto Jack.

“I’m fairly sure I wouldn’t have told you lot if I wasn’t.” Jack snapped back, mumbling a quick apology after.

“Jack,” Oli spoke up, a nervous look on his face, “As much as we appreciate you feeling comfortable enough to come and tell us…we worry.”

“Why are you worried?” Jack’s face morphed into one of confusion as he glanced between his friends and brother, all of whom quickly avoided his gaze.

“You can’t love Joe.” Caspar finally blurted out, and the boys all flinched at the bluntness of his words, but also relieved they didn’t have to be the one to say them.

“You can’t really choose who you love, Caspar.” Jack drawled, trying to cover up the fear clawing at his chest. When he had decided to come forward to tell his friends, he figured they’d help him find a way to confess his feelings to Joe. Instead he was receiving pitying looks and was now getting told that he couldn’t have those feelings.

“We get that,” Conor said, and Jack decided that receiving the look of pity from his older brother was the worst, “But what Caspar means is that it’s not safe to love Joe.”

“What the hell does that even mean?!” The younger Maynard asked, “You aren’t making any sense!”

“He’s going to break your heart, Jack.” Josh told him grimly, “And we don’t want to see you get hurt.”

“You’re probably better off not telling him.” Oli shrugged, “Is it really worth risking losing him from your life because of a silly crush?”

“It’s not just a silly crush,” Jack replied, “But cheers for your support.”

“Jack!” Conor called after his brother as he made his way towards the door, “Wait!”

“No!” Jack spun around to glare over at his friends, “I’m not going to sit here and listen to how sorry you all are for me. Remind me to not tell you about my feelings next time.”

The resounding slam of the door caused all of the boys to jump, their worry hanging in the air around them.



“So….” Joe trailed off as he looked over at Jack, “Want to talk about it?”

“Talk about what?” The younger man asked without looking over at Joe, instead keeping his eyes on the movie the two had put on.

“Whatever is making you moody and shit.”

Sighing, Jack tilted his head back and closed his eyes, trying to figure out the best way to respond.

It had been a couple days since he had revealed his feelings to his friends, but had yet to say anything to Joe. That didn’t stop him from still talking with the older man, and now he was over at Joe’s flat for a movie night, and he had been doing his best to ignore the echoing words of his friends telling him that Joe would just break his heart. Because despite everything, Jack still felt strongly for Joe. He was still in love with the man sat so close to him on the couch.

But he really didn’t know what to do.

Josh’s words had left him slightly fearful, because what if Joe did break his heart? And Oli had been right, was it worth the risk of losing Joe completely from his life?


“Jack?”

Turning his head to the side, he opened his eyes to see Joe’s worried stare.

“Have you ever been scared of admitting something to someone?” Jack asked, his voice barely a whisper.

“Oh,” Joe blinked, surprised by the sudden question, “I mean, yeah, of course. Is that what’s going on with you?”

“Yeah,” Jack lifted his head, his eyes falling onto his lap, where he picked at a piece of thread, “I realized recently that I liked someone, a lot…but I think I’m too scared to admit it to them.”

“You like someone.” Joe repeated slowly, and Jack’s eyes darted over to him briefly, something in the older man’s tone catching his attention.

“Possibly love.”

“Love?” Joe choked out.

“Sorry, you probably don’t want to listen to me go on about this,” Jack sighed, dragging a hand down his face, “We can just drop it.”

“You won’t know how the other person feels until you tell them, though.” Joe said, brushing off Jack’s suggestion to leave it. “If you really think you…” He paused for a moment, hesitating on the word, “Love this person, then you should tell them.”

“What if they break my heart?” Jack questioned, his voice suddenly sounding small.

“Then at least you’ll know, and you can start to move on.” Joe answered, offering him a gentle smile. “Want to tell me who it is? I’m sure I could help you figure out if they like you back.”

“I’ve already been warned, actually.”

“You have?”

“The other boys,” Jack wet his lips quickly, “They said he’d break my heart. So now I’m scared.”

A brief look of hurt flashed through Joe’s eyes, “The others?”

“I didn’t know who else to tell.”

“You didn’t think you could tell me?” Joe stared over at Jack, and the younger man could see the wall being put up. Of course Joe would be hurt in thinking Jack couldn’t tell him. But if he knew why…

“No. I couldn’t.”

“Well then.”

“Because it’s you.”


The movie continued on, the sounds of it ear shattering in the tense silence between the two. Jack wanted to tear his eyes away, he wanted to run, his heart was racing, and he didn’t think he had breathed in nearly a minute. But he couldn’t do anything but stare over at Joe and wait.

“Me?”

“You.”

Joe opened and closed his mouth a few times, trying to get the words out, and with each passing second, Jack could feel the tightness around his heart increase. He should have listened to the others. This was all a big mistake.

Just as Jack was working up the energy to leave, Joe surged forward, his lips pressing against Jack’s.

The younger man froze for a moment, and as Joe went to pull away, Jack’s hand found its way to the back of his neck, keeping him in place as he returned the kiss.

The two broke apart, their foreheads resting together, their breath warm against each other’s lips.

“You don’t have to be scared, Jack,” Joe whispered, his hand finding Jack’s free one, “Because I love you too. And I won’t break your heart.”

Caramel Kissed- A Submitted Imagine

​A/N: This is an absolute gem that someone had submitted to me earlier today. I hope you all loved it as much as I did!! Thank you so much, anon. It was awesome! 

Originally posted by marauderseraimagines

Remus was once again at his favorite candy store and as soon as him and his parents walked in, the boy went straight to the chocolate aisle. it was the week before Hogwarts and he wanted to stock on his favorite muggle chocolates as well as get some new ones to try. His eyes scanned the bars and he got some of his well known ones, quickly glancing through some he hadn’t seen yet. Some names caught his attention and he selected a few more, being careful not to go overboard otherwise his mother would never allow him to continue with this habit. 

Honestly Lupin was lucky his mom even let him keep such a vast collection of sweets, but who can say no to a boy who studied so hard and asked for nothing else in return? Thank Merlin she never got to know about the trouble he got in with the marauders otherwise he was sure he would never be allowed even a little candy ever again in his life. 

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Okay so as basically every other person out there I am blown away by the latest Yuri on Ice episode and in a state where I just have to rant about it to even think about calming down. Prepare for lots of Viktor, and also both our precious Yuri’s.


 With just one look and one line of dialogue, the whole show turned on its head and we can now watch it from a completely different perspective, more correctly, Viktor’s.

FOLLOW ME UNDER THE CUT TO READ A MEGA RANT I PILED UP IN SOME HOURS ABOUT VIKTOR NIKIFOROV AND A LOT OF REFERENCES TO THE FUTURE 

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(A/N): So this is my first one! I hope that you guys like it! 

Warnings: None

ps: i’ve decided to name (y/n)’s best friend lisa because i wanted her to have a real name 

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“I’m still kind of not sure about that party.”

“It’s not a party, (Y/N). It’s a friend’s reunion. More specifically, in a karaoke.” your best friend said from the bathroom.

“Then I shouldn’t go. I don’t know anybody there!” you shouted so you friend could hear you.

Lisa appeared in front of you seconds later. She had her arms crossed and was looking angrily at you. You answered with an innocent smile. “You do know me, right?” she asked with one of her brows raised up.

“I do.” you said calmly. “But do you want me to be stuck to you all night? Seriously?”

“No! I want you to meet some hot guy, dance with him and whatever comes up, (Y/N)! That’s why I’m so insistent.” Lisa kneed in front of you and took both of your hands. “Please, don’t be a bore and come with me. Please, please.”

“It was necessary that you have to kneed? With a simple “please” would have been enough.”

She slapped you in the arm. “I was trying to be dramatic!” You nodded and then smiled. Well, you would have to get through some hours with new people. Maybe it was a good idea, maybe you should make new friends and go out more often. It was clear that the people who your best friend was going to introduce you wasn’t murderers or something like that, but you was scared of what they could think about you. You felt like you wasn’t ‘at their level’.

During the next few minutes, you had to choose something nice to wear and do your make up, obviously with your friend’s help. After all that process, you looked at yourself in the bathroom mirror. “Alright, I’m not that bad.” you mumbled.

“Of course you’re not! You look like a star, girl.” you laughed at your friend’s enthusiasm. “Now let’s go and we’re going to get funky like a monkey!”

You two laughed at the same time. Your best friend was insane, and that’s why you loved her that much.


When you arrived at the karaoke, a lot of people started to approach you. mostly of the people were friends of Lisa, so in less than a minute you met more than 10 persons. “Hey, let’s say hello to Tyler.” she said close to your ear. “You’ll love him. Trust me.”

You nodded nervously and followed your friend until the end of the local. There were some less people so you took advantage of the situation and looked your phone. Your sister was sick and you wanted to get sure that she was fine.

“And this is my beautiful and phone-addicted best friend, (Y/N).” you listened to Lisa and suddenly you picked your head up.

“Sorry. Family stuff.”

“Don’t worry. Lisa is just being too rude with you.” the dark haired boy said while laughing. “I’m Tyler, by the way.”

“I know. I love your band.”

Tyler smiled. “I’ll go and say hello to the others. I hope you’re ready to sing, (Y/N). I want you to sing with me at least one song.”

“Done deal, Tyler.”

He winked at you. So, you’d have to sing a song with Tyler Joseph. The night was turning more and more interesting.

“You see? Tyler like you, I know that he does.” Lisa hit you with her elbow. “There’s Josh. Do you want me to introduce him to you?”

“Wait? Josh, who?”

“Josh from Drake & Josh!” said with irony. “Josh Dun, silly! Your eternal crush.”

You wanted to meet him, but at the same time you didn’t. When (Y/F/N) started to work as the Twenty One Pilots’ tour photographer you almost had a heart attack. Since the guys started with the band you always had some type of crush in Josh, he was cute and you loved his sense of humor. But then he started dating that girl from Disney Channel, and your hopes got reduced to zero. “He’s single now.” your friend hit you again getting you out of your thoughts. “Oh, he’s coming over here. Now you can’t escape.”

“Hey you! I didn’t know that you were going to come!” the old love of your life was in front of you, hugging your best friend and kissing her in the cheek. Two years ago, you’d be dying in the floor. “Oh, hi, I’m Josh. You must be (Y/N).”

How the hell did he know what was your name? “Your friend is always talking me about you. I wanted to know you after all that stories about you two.”

In that second, all your face got red. More red than his hair. If (Y/F/N) had tell him embarrassing things about you, she’d die strangled. “I hope that she hasn’t told you to many things.”

“Enough to know that you’re cool.” he said with a smile.

When you was thinking about what to say, you felt a hand in your shoulder. It was Tyler. “Ready to sing with me?”

“Now? I don’t know if I -”

“You can. Come on! I want to check if your rapping skills are as good as (Y/F/N) told me.”

“She told that to you?”

“And I’ve seen some videos. You’re good at it. Not as much as me.” he said with a egocentrism.

“You sure?”

He nodded. “Let’s check it.”

Before going with Tyler, you grabbed your friend’s arm and talked close to her hear. “I’m gonna kill you, right?”

“Good luck, baby! Beat Tyler’s ass!”

You rolled your eyes. 

Tyler let you choose the song. After looking through a lot of titles, you found the perfect song. You’d beat him with that song. “You sure? I don’t know if choosing an Eminem song is the best idea.”

“Are you scared of her, Joseph?” Josh shouted making everyone laugh.

“Alright, let’s do this.”

When Without Me began, Tyler looked at you challenging. You knew that the victory was yours, that song had always been one of your favorites and you knew how to rap the lyrics even quicker than Eminem did. That wasn’t the only song that you knew to rap tho.

At the middle of the song, Tyler’s face started to became red. When he realised that you were rapping better than him, he started to be more competitive. But it didn’t help him at all. You were winning.

“She’s amazing! I didn’t expect that she was that good.” you heard that Josh said to Lisa. You couldn’t stop smiling at that time.

Without Me ended a couple of seconds after. Everybody in the place knew who was the winner, but Tyler didn’t want to admit it.

“You haven’t done it that well” he said trying to avoid a smile.

“You’re breaking my heart, Tyler.” you cried placing a hand in your chest. 

The brown haired finally smiled. He got closer and got you a hug. “You’re better than Lisa told us. I hope tha this is not the last time that I see you, little rapper. I’m glad to have finally met you, (Y/N)”

“Thank you, Tyler. I’m so glad to have met you too.”

Tyler said goodbye to you with the hand when a blonde girl started to call him.

You needed a drink, and quickly. But when you were searching in your bag for some money to go and order a drink, you felt a hand in your waist. Josh’s hand.

“You has left me with my mouth open. Nobody would think that a girl like you know how to rap like that.”

“L-like me? What does that mean?”

“Well, you’re pretty and you look like the type of girl who is more worried about her manicure than other things.” both of you laughted at the same time.

“Have you met a lot of girls like that?”

“A couple.”

“Then, let me tell you that I have never had a manicure.”

“And let me tell you that I love that.”

Josh smiled when he saw that your cheeks were red. “Hey, why don’t you give me your phone number? We could… talk about rap and those things.”

“Talk about rap? Really?”

“Come on, (Y/N) It’s an excuse for you to give me your number.”

“Yeah, I realized that. But I’m not gonna give it to you. Not that easily.”

You wanted to slap you in the face at the same moment that your words got out of your mouth. That was like a dream to you! Josh seem to be confused. “And what do I have to do?”

“I dare you to sing with me. If you win I’ll give it to you.”

“And If I lose?”

“I’ll give it to you anyways. But I want to hear you sing.” he smiled.

“I like you.”

School Crush

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‘Joe Sugg.’ You thought in your head as you sat in your chair, watching everyone enter the classroom on the first day of classes after summer holiday. You didn’t know what it was about that boy but he alway had a way of catching your attention and making you smile. 

You had come to this realization a few years ago, after your friend had pointed it out asking if you like him. You denied it straight away saying that the two of you were just friends - friendly people actually, but your friend didn’t believe you and you began to question yourself too. 

You watched the boy take a seat next to his mates, glancing up at you briefly sending you a smile which you returned before he turned his back to you. You frown and shook your head realizing that you did indeed have a crush on him. 

It was silly really, you were much to old to being have crushes that make your heart sputter when they smile at you. That was the thing that happened when you were in primary school when you would chase your crush around the school yard or after you had had your first kiss and you’d run back to your friends giggling. Maybe because you never experienced those things in primary school, your body was letting you feel them now. Whatever the reason was, you didn’t like it.

Joe seemed to follow you wherever you go, unintentionally of course. You and Zoe worked together and being the nice brother he was, he’d always come and visit her in the café, hunched over the counter chatting with you and Zoe about absolute shit just to keep the two of you company during the slow hours. The two of you had very similar classes and even got stuck together in group projects. No matter what you did, you couldn’t get rid of him so you were pretty much forced to except this crush that had continued to develop over the recent years.

The rest of the first day back had been uneventful. The first day typically means going over class expectations and requirements and thats exactly what happened. You and Joe had a few more classes together, one of which he chose to sit next to you, giving you another smile followed by “Hey, how was your summer.” 

When the end of the day finally came, you couldn’t have been more excited. Not only was the first day back to school boring, it was also tiring. You were ready to go home and relax for a bit before you had to go to work. 

You got into your car, tossing your bag into the passenger seat beside you before starting up your car. 

“Come on.” You grumbled to yourself as you turned the key in the ignition again, hoping that you car would start after the second time. 

When your car still didn’t start, you took a deep breath, letting your body relax in hopes it would somehow would help your car turn over. You turned the key for the third time and with no luck, you let your head fall to the steering wheel in front of you. 

You weren’t sure how long you had been sitting like this but when you were jolted out of your position by the sound of someone tapping on your window, the school car park was almost completely deserted. You looked out the window to find Joe staring back at you, a concerned look on his face. 

“Hey you okay?” He asked after you opened the door.

“Ah my car won’t start and I’m just tired.” You said turning your key once again but was only met with disappointing. 

“Well I could walk you home if you’d like?” Joe ask leaning against your car door as he peered into your car. 

“You didn’t drive?” 

“Nah, I rode with Zoe this morning but she took off already leaving me here on my own.”

“Oh, well its a pretty far walk back to mine and I have work in a bit which I’m going to have to call in for.” You said slightly annoyed that you will no longer have time to relax. 

“We could walk to mine, its not that far and I could drive you back to yours then to work.” You scrunched your eyes brows together at his words. 

“Really?”

“Yeah,” Joe laughed. “Its no big deal, come on.” He said pushing off your door and extending a hand out for you to grab.

“Thanks,” You said taking his hand, a smile growing slightly on your lips when you did. “You really didn’t have to do this.” You said grabbing your bag and locking your car. 

“Honestly Y/N, its no problem. Besides walking alone gets boring I’d rather walk with you and properly get to know you seeing that we’ve never really spoken before.”

“What do you mean? You come in to the café all the time.” You laughed as the two of you headed in the direction of his house. 

“Yeah but I don’t ever get to talk to just you. Not meaningfully anyways. Its always just a ‘hi how are you’ kind of thing.” 

“Today you asked how my summer went, I’d say thats pretty meaningful.” You said causing Joe to make a weird face. 

“Small talk isn’t meaningful love.” He laughed. 

The rest of the walk to Joe’s house was full of laughs and meaningful conversation about your plans after school, something that you haven’t really thought much about but for some reason told Joe everything you had ever wanted to be. 

Joe drove you to your house and waited in the car while you ran into your house, dropping your school things off and changing clothes. He laughed once you got back in his car at how heavy you were breathing after running up and down the stairs in your house and tugging your clothes on quickly. 

“Shut up and drive Sugg.” You said rolling your eyes. 

“A please would be nice.” He said as he kept his car in park. 

“Please, drive, now. I’m going to be late.” You laughed hitting his shoulder lightly as he put the car into drive. 

“See now was that so hard.” He said looking over at you and was met with your stern look which only caused him to laugh. 

“You know,” Joe said after a while of silence. “I had fun today.” 

“Did you?” You asked looking over at him.

“Yeah, getting to know you. This may sound weird but I’ve always wanted to but I didn’t really know how to start.”

“You always wanted to get to know me?”

“Yeah,” He said nervously, “Its actually why I come into the café? Did you really think that I wanted to see my sister that badly?”

“Honestly yes,” You laughed, “I thought you were just being a nice sibling.”

“Its Zoe thats actually the nice one. She texts me you guys are slow or whenever you need some cheering up.” 

You took Joe’s words in. He had occasionally come into the café on days that you weren’t particularly feeling the greatest and he never failed to make you laugh. 

“Well here you are.” He said looking over at you after putting the car in park in front of the café.

“Um thanks.” You said gathering your things but paused when you felt Joe’s eyes still on you.

You hadn’t said anything after he confessed the real reason why he comes into your work and you were sensing his regret but you were actually glad that he had because you secretly hoped part of him came in to see you. 

You turned to look at him, taking note at the slight sadness in his eyes before you cupped his face and pressed your lips against his. You pulled away after a few seconds and smiled at Joe’s shocked expression. 

“Um so I’ll be here when you get off.” Joe said clearing his throat. 

“Yes, at 8 please. Thanks again by the way, for the ride and for coming in to cheer me up.” 

“You’re welcome but you should thank Zoe.”

“Oh I will.” You laughed. 

“You should go before your actually late.” Joe said practically shoving you out of his car. 

“Alright alright I’m going.” You said getting out and giving him a small wave as you walked towards the door of the café. 

“Thanks, Zoe.” You said finding her in the back room. 

“What for?” She asked. 

“For being a good sister.” You said simply, knowing fully well that she will catch on in no time.

Jack Maynard x reader

Jack Maynard x reader
5. “Who would’ve guessed we’d be sharing a room.”
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“Yo, Y/N!”
You locked the door to your flat, suitcase in hand, and turned around to see the buttercream boys sitting in the van they rented for the trip.
You’d gotten a cabin in the country rented out for the weekend and you and the boys were heading out there together.
“Sup buttercream?” You shouted back.
Various calls and shouts came back as replies making you laugh.
“Come on and get your little ass in here!” Jack Maynard shouted at you making you laugh again.
You threw your suitcase in the back and jumped in with the boys.
You were tossed around playfully a little bit before falling in a seat next to Jack and Conor.
“So how’s mama buttercream?”
You smiled. The fans had become accustomed to calling you mama buttercream after you started hanging out with them and the boys picked it up quickly as well.
“I’m good! Totally excited for this weekend!”
This only sent another chorus of excited shouts throughout the van.
“Oi! Pipe down back there would ya? A man’s gotta drive without distractions!”
You snickered. “How’d Oli get stuck with driving?”
“He picked the smallest straw,” Jack replied.
“Which reminds me,” Joe piped up and he lifted a hat, the boys wooing and making various noises.
“What’s that for?” You asked, confused.
“Roommates!” Caspar said. “You said there were only three bedrooms right?”
You nodded. “Yep. And there’s always the main room.”
“Yep,” Joe shook the hat. “Whoever picks the same color has to room together.”
“All right,” you said. “Let’s do it.”
“You first mama buttercream!”
You reached a hand in the hat, pulling out a red slip of paper.
Conor pulls a green one, Mikey pulls a yellow, Josh pulls a green, Caspar pulls an orange, Joe pulls an orange, and Jack pulls a red.
“Oli gets yellow! So we’ve got Joshor, Jaspar, Olkey, and (your names combined).” Joe tosses the hat down and you exchange a bashful glance with Jack.
A little while later you arrive at the cabin and Jack grabs your hand, pulling you from the van before you can think.
“J-Jack! What are you doing?”
“Placing a human call device before the others can get to the best room!”
“Would you at least let me get the key out to open it?”
You pulled the key from your pocket and opened the door, only to be dragged into the house and being practically tossed into the room Jack liked best.
“Stay here! I’ll get your bag!”
You sighed and fell back onto the bed. These boys were a lot of work.
“Damn, eager weren’t you mate?” You hear from the other room.
“Just wanted to get a good room before you idiots.”
“Are you sure it wasn’t because of something else?” Conor wiggled his eyebrows, making Jack glare at him.
“Stop being gross, Conor,” you chimed from the doorway. “Thanks, Jack,”
“No problem, mama buttercream.”
You set your suitcase on a bed and went out to sit in the lounge.
“Okay, who’s ready to play truth or dare. My style?” You smirked as the others settled down.
A chorus of what you took as readys.
You opened your extra bag and pulled out a bottle of vodka and eight shot glasses.
“You all know how it works. Answer truthfully, do the dare, or take a shot of vodka mixed with” -You pulled out the last thing in your spare bag- “mustard.”
You made them each shot and one for yourself before starting. “Okay. First up,” you spun the closed vodka bottle. “Josh Pieters. Truth or Dare?”
As the game went on, you experienced Caspar skinny dipping, Joe doing the ice bucket challenge in nothing, Josh becoming a human chair, Mikey getting makeup put on by the boys, Oli letting the boys hack his twitter, Conor tied to the wall with duct tape, Jack running naked through the trees, and yourself letting the boys draw on you with permanent marker.
You learned how Caspar feels about having celebrities around, how many girls Joe’s had sex with in the past six months, what Josh would do if he were a girl, how many things Mikey has stolen, what Oli’s most awkward date was, what embarrassing thing Conor has been walked in on, and what man Jack would kiss.
They’d all forfeited at least once and you were the only one with a shot glass still full of the gross concoction. And it was now your turn.
“Okay, Y/N,” Conor smirked. “Truth or Dare.”
You grinned evily back. “Dare.”
“I dare you to kiss your roomate.”
Your eyes went wide and you blushed. “Shit. Conor, you know I promised not to kiss any of you!”
“So you don’t want to kiss my brother?”
“I didn’t say that!”
“So you so then?”
“I didn’t say that, either!”
“Kiss him then!”
“No!”
“Forfeit then!”
“Bloody hell, fine!” You downed the shot.
The boys cheered as you came up with a disgusted look on your face. “Bleh. Give me just the vodka to wash it down.”
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You walked in your shared room and got under the covers of your bed, preparing to go to sleep when- “Who would’ve guessed we’d be sharing a room.”
You rolled over to face Jack who was staring at you through the darkness.
“Yeah, funny, right…”
Silence passed between you.
“Y/N?”
“Yes, Jack?”
“Why didn’t you want to kiss me?”
You blushed, even if he couldn’t see it. “I- um- I-i didn’t say I didn’t want to kiss you.”
“You didn’t say you did, either.”
You started thinking about your silly crush on him and how he’d never return it. You got butterflies in your stomach just thinking about sharing a room with him and now you were. He was just a few feet from you.
“…I don’t think I should answer you.”
“Why not?”
“Because it’ll make things awkward between us…”
“It can’t be that bad, just tell me.”
You took a deep breath. “All right, Jack. I did want to kiss you, just not in front of everyone…”
Silence again and you felt stupid for admitting it. Why, why, why had you done it?
Suddenly you heard shuffling and Jack was right in front of your face. Grinning ear to ear. “Maybe you should try that dare again, hm?”
You smiled. “Oh, Jack,”
Then you kissed him.
It felt so right and sweet that you didn’t want to let him go until-
“Er, Jack?”
“Shh, don’t ruin the moment with talking.”
“But Jack-”
“Shhh…”
“Well it’s about bloody time you made a move mate!”
Jack jumped and fell back away from you. He had failed to notice Conor standing in the doorway.
“Hey, everyone! (Ship name) finally happened! Jack grew some balls and kissed her!”
“Shut up, Conor!” Jack yelled.
“Wait, does this make you daddy buttercream?”
“Shut up, Conor!”
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Ha, that ending though. First time doing a Jack Maynard imagine! How’d I do? Well, loviecleone43 hope you enjoyed!

IM SCREAMING I LOVE HER SHES THE BEST AND NO ONE CAN TELL ME OTHERWISE im weak for smooth talkers okay but also like shes so handsomely beautiful

just look at her!! she even cosplayed as sebastian like making my heart weak more

shes so cuteee she even said adieu i cant

but then im like WAIT COME BACK I LOVE YOU 

shes back and im like yasssss

bonus even mustumi can see her greatness lajsdflas 

Plum Wine

Rating: Mature
warning: NSFW
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The best sensation–after hours of fighting, and running, and screaming, and war–is when he has her trapped right beneath him.

Hips flush together–united–elbow pressed against the mattress of his cot to hold him up, to keep him from crushing her (what a silly thought, she could easily take his weight without injury, without complaint, without a sign of discomfort and that’s necessary to him) and to keep his eyes burning right into hers.

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i walked with you once upon a dream (Chapter Four)

olicity || ao3 || mature || angst || 7541 || more fics

summary: Connected since their respective births, Oliver and Felicity were soulmates. What started off as a person that they dreamed of at night, a person they had never before met, turned into the greatest thing they could have imagined.
chapter word count: 1846
chapters: 4/?
a/n: Tbh I should write ahead more often for times like these when I don't feel like writing…. but anyway I had so much fun working on this chapter oh my god, I hope you guys enjoy reading it. I will say that this chapter and the next feature Laurel, but very briefly. There are certain canon things that I wanted to put in this story and you will see that very soon.

and thank you @yellowflicker09011996 for being the ever patient and amazing beta

also warning for mentions of pms/cramps


[prologue] [ch1] [ch2] [ch3]

Felicity studied and practiced  what she liked to call visiting as much as she could. She was better than Oliver by a mile, but she got the feeling that he never tried as hard. He was a teenage boy and sometimes it seemed that he had the attention span of a gnat. Oliver had years to change his mind and work hard on it, but he became more involved in sports in school and then girls. She rolled her eyes every time he talked about another girl with her. At least he was kind enough not to go into disgusting details.

Although, that didn’t stop her from accidentally popping in on him.

The thirteen year old sat on the edge of her bed, closing her eyes. She wanted to practice disconnecting her soul from her body, but she wasn’t sure if she could do it without going somewhere. There was only one way to find out. It was hard not to focus on Oliver when she was doing this because that’s what she always did. He popped into her head for one second and suddenly she was sitting on his bed. She picked a very bad moment to pop in on him. He was sucking the lips of a redhead that was most certainly not his girlfriend Laurel. Oliver was so startled he scrambled off the bed. The girl freaked out, wondering what she had done wrong. Felicity couldn’t stop herself from laughing as he tried to explain himself.

“I… uh… I just saw a bug behind you,” he tripped over his words.

“What?” she whipped her head around to look, but there was nothing on the wall, “If you didn’t want to makeout with me anymore you should have just said so,” she stormed out of the room.

“She’s overreacting,” Felicity said.

Oliver glared at her, “What are you doing here?” he asked.

She shrugged her shoulders, “I was practicing, but I didn’t mean to come here.”

“Right,” he grumbled, looking away from her.

“What? Like I meant to interrupt your cheating,” she snapped.

“You’re just a kid you don’t understand,” he shook his head.

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Under the Mistletoe

Paring: Eggsy Unwin/Reader

Tags: female reader, secretary reader, Christmas, Christmas parties, mistletoe, first kiss, fluff

Summary: Reader is a Veteran of the annual Christmas party at Kingsman headquarters; a night where the very formal men and women come together to celebrate the holidays, drink and be merry. Reader, however, as Eggsy’s secretary, finds this night an extra duty has been thrust onto her quite on the spot when the both of them arrive under the mistletoe.

Word Count: 1,284

Posting Date:  2016-12-07

Current Date: 2017-05-31


Originally posted by fiveguysfiction


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anonymous asked:

my crush is my brother's friend.. he's so cute and we hug a lot but he had to "teach me how to hug" by getting me on my toes and hug his neck :) he asks me if im going to ask anyone out soon and sends me selfies and says he loves talking to me. he says good morning to me every single day and we talk all day until he tells me good night and sweet dreams but im too nervous to ask him out but ahh i want to kiss him and do silly but cute stuff with him ahhhh

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