they tried it on each other

Hamilton Youtuber AU

Makes videos on politics and social justice to get kids interested and keep them informed about what’s going on in the world.
Was invited to The Ellen Show once.
Has probably changed the world a little bit.

Share a flat and a channel, do vlogs, short films and cooking videos. Really funny dudes, will always brighten your day.
Ship themselves with each other&probably wrote half the fanfiction on their own.

DIY-Boss, watching his videos will make your life 10 times easier. Once made a celebrity-impressions-video that went viral.
Is really friendly with his community and hangs out with viewers whenever he meets them.

Queen of gaming, does reviews&LPs. Also makes inspirational videos and spends hours replying to tweets and messages.
Sometimes invites Eliza for challenges or song-covers.

Lifestyle&Fitness vlogger, spreads positivity all around and tries her best to help make people realise their own potential.
Donates to charity on a regular basis,
has like 3 million instagram followers (mostly posts pictures of her youtube-friends and dogs tho)

That Tosser

Request: A Draco x reader? Draco and the reader are friends and likes the reader but doesn’t know how to tell her, but the reader has a diary and also secretly likes Draco too so she writes in the diary about it. Draco is a little nosy one day and snoops in the diary. He only reads one page about who the reader likes but no name is mentioned so he gets really jealous. He tries to woo the reader in hope her feelings will change until he admits he read her diary and they confess that they like each other.


Getting Draco to actually sit down and study was a difficult task, even for Y/N. So when she invited her best friend to her room to study for a Charms test, she didn’t expect him to be on time, let alone early. Draco arrived at Y/N’s dorm seven minutes before they were scheduled to meet, and Y/N, who didn’t expect him to take the study session seriously, was still on her way back from the showers. Draco was surprised to find that Y/N wasn’t there, but her roommates let Draco in as they slipped out to their evening plans. Draco sat down on Y/N’s bed for what felt like forever, but when he checked the time again, it had only been two minutes. He started to look around for something to do, and found a leather notebook on her nightstand. These must be her notes, he thought. He picked it up and flipped to a random page, and when he realized it was her journal, his curiosity got the best of him. Part of him was convinced that he wouldn’t find anything new in there, she was his best friend, she told him everything, didn’t she? But the other part of him, the overwhelming part, told him to keep reading. Why would she keep a journal if she tells me everything? There must be something in here that she hasn’t told me… he decided.

He flipped through the pages until he saw something that caught his eye. ~I’ve never felt this way before and it terrifies me. To feel so strongly for someone, to let them hold your happiness, it’s extremely frightening. I feel like I’ve become so dependent on him and that’s a dangerous thing. When you depend on people, you get hurt. I constantly try to remind myself of this, but I can’t help wanting to always be around him. He makes me happier than I’ve ever felt, and it’s exhilarating. I’ve always been on my own, and then he walked into my life and I couldn’t do anything to stop it…~  This took Draco by surprise. Y/N had feelings for someone? Why hadn’t she told him? Why wasn’t it him? Draco had been dropping hints that he felt more for her since the day he met her, but she wanted someone else? I’ll just have to up my game, Draco thought. Who is the bloke anyway? He pondered. He kept reading. ~and he’s so bloody attractive. How is it even possible for someone to look like that? I’m sure that I’ve never seen anyone that’s even close to how stunning he is~ Draco heard the door beginning to open and he quickly set the book back on Y/N’s nightstand and leaned down, pretending to fix his shoelace.

Y/N yelped when she opened the door to find him sitting on her bed. “Sorry, Love. Didn’t mean to frighten you,” Draco chuckled, standing up to greet his best friend with a hug and a kiss on the cheek. “What was that for?” Y/N laughed, referring to the kiss. “Just missed you,” Draco shrugged as if it were something that happened all the time. “Alright,” Y/N said, confusion evident in her voice. “Let’s get to work then…” she grabbed her notes out of her bag on the floor and took a seat next to Draco on her bed. As Y/N started to go through her notes to decipher which spells needed the most practice, Draco scooted closer to her so that their legs and shoulders were touching. Y/N stopped flipping through the pages and turned to give him a questioning look. “What? I couldn’t see the notes,” Draco said innocently. “I could have moved them in between us?” Y/N suggested. “No, no, this is fine. What are we working on?” Draco asked casually. What in the bloody hell…? Y/N thought to herself.

Draco was still behaving strangely at breakfast the next morning. “Morning, love,” Y/N was greeted with an arm around her waist and a kiss to the top of her head. “Morning, Draco,” she replied slowly. “Sleep well?” He asked her. “Mhm,” Y/N nodded, deciding to stop worrying about what Draco was up to and focus on her breakfast and last minute studying for the test. That plan, however, went out the window very quickly, as Draco leaned his head onto her shoulder and placed his large hand on her lower back, rubbing gently with his thumb. “Wh-What are you doing?” Y/N pulled her head back to look at him, hoping her couldn’t hear the change in her breathing. “Just trying to help you relax, Kitten. You’re too stressed,” he reached his arm around to give her waist a gentle squeeze before returning his hand to her lower back. “Right,” Y/N squeaked, quickly turning her attention back to her notes, furiously flipping through the pages to find something, anything to distract her. “Just relax, Love. You’re going to do great,” Draco pecked her cheek. “I’ll relax after I pass this test, she muttered, trying her best to keep her eyes on her notes and away from Draco.

“There’s my girl! Top marks! I’m so proud of you!” Draco exclaimed as he barged into Y/N’s dorm, engulfing her into a hug and spinning her around. “And I might add that second highest marks go to me,” he added as he set her down. “Well look at you, smarty pants!” Y/N laughed, feeling relieved that Draco seemed to be back to his normal self. “And you were so worried about it,” Draco teased, plopping down onto Y/N’s bed. “It’s not like I worried for no reason! It was bloody difficult!” Y/N exclaimed, falling backwards onto the bed next to him. Just as Y/N was thinking about how nice it was to have her Draco back, not whatever persona he had been putting on the last day or so, she felt Draco’s arm snake around her waist and pull her into his chest. “That’s enough,” She huffed, sitting up.

“What is going on with you?” She asked, scooting to the other end of the bed and siting cross-legged. “I’m sure I have no idea what you’re taking about,” Draco shrugged. “Draco, you’ve been acting like a completely different person since last night. What’s your deal?” Y/N asked, tired of feeling so nervous around her best friend. Suddenly, Draco’s mood went from playful to irritated. “Well maybe if you’d bloody open your eyes for once, I wouldn’t have to spell it out for you,” he snapped. “What the hell is that supposed to mean?” Y/N snapped back, standing up and crossing her arms over her chest. “I mean that I’ve been here all this time and some other bloke is still more important to you!” He berated, also jumping up off of the bed. “What in Merlin’s name are you talking about?” She yelled, absolutely perplexed. “I’m talking about the tosser you scribbled on and on about in your journal!” Draco blurted. “You read my journal?” Y/N shouted, it was her turn to fume now. “Well-I-I mean-You-” Draco tried. “Draco, have you ever heard of these things called boundaries? Because reading my personal journal is far past that line!” Y/N yelled. “I thought it was your notes!” He defended. “And then I opened it and saw your writing about that tosser-” “That tosser is you, you daft pillock!” Y/N shouted. “Well-wait, what?” Draco’ volume lowered drastically.

“Who else would it be? I spend literally all of my time with you? I wouldn’t have time to fall for anyone else even if I wanted to!” Y/N snapped. “Wait, love, okay, hold on. This is a big deal. Relax a little bit so we can talk about this,” Draco told her. “Do you not understand that what you did was a complete invasion of privacy?” She asked, completely baffled by his inability to grasp how serious this was to her. “You had absolutely no right to-” Draco leaped over to her and pressed his lips to hers, just long enough for her to cool down and kiss him back. “Will you bloody shut up for two minutes so that I can apologize and tell you I love you?” He laughed, resting his forehead against hers. Y/N pulled her forehead away from his and raised an eyebrow. “Go on,” She instructed with a dramatic sigh, earning a chuckle.

Draco cleared his throat before speaking,“ Y/N, Love, I am genuinely sorry I read your journal. I picked it up because I really did think it was our notes, and when I saw what you had written about, I got nosy. I was jealous, and I’m sorry.” “Oh, and also I love you, and I’ve been in love with you for yours,” he added. Y/N raised an eyebrow. “Are you done?” She asked, sitting back down on her bed. “Yes, yes, I think so,” Draco nodded, taking a seat next to her. “Okay,” Y/N said slowly. “I love you, too. However, if you ever do anything like that again, I will hex you into next year,” Y/N told him. “Understandable,” Draco nodded once. “On a related note, can I call you my girlfriend?” Draco asked her. “Are you going to keep acting like a lunatic if I say yes?” Y/N quipped. “Not if I get to kiss you more often,” Draco smirked. “Then I guess I can handle that,” Y/N smiled and Draco pulled her in for another kiss before she dragged him under the covers. They spent the rest of the evening cuddling, with quiet laughs and soft, long overdue, kisses.

Originally posted by nellaey

A/N: Thanks so much for requesting! I had a lot of fun writing this one, I hope you enjoy it! I love you guys so much, thanks for being so patient and supportive! ♡♡♡


anonymous asked:

can you do an imagine where Shawn and y/n had been broken up for a while now and they see each other again and he tries to get her back somehow?

sorry it took so long! I’m considering making a part 2, let me know if you guys want me to!


This was a really dumb idea. He doesn’t even know why he decided to grab his keys and drive across town in the middle of the night.

All he knows is that he can’t stop thinking about her.

He had been trying to forget her for weeks, drinking, partying, flirting with other girls.

None of that worked.

At the end of the day, he didn’t want to forget her. He couldn’t stop imagining coming home to her lying in bed. He missed her body, the way it moved perfectly with his. He missed her moans, the way his name sounded falling from her lips.

And it wasn’t even just the sex. He missed rolling over to a face full of hair that smelled like coconuts. He missed the squeals she makes when he pulled her into his chest in the early hours of the morning.

He was cursing himself for thinking anything good can come from this. She was probably just going to close the door in his face, but he had to try.

He was on autopilot driving to her house. He didn’t even need to look at the road signs, he had made this trip many times before. Pulling into her driveway, he contemplated leaving, going back home. He took a deep breath and shut off the engine.

He walked to her door, slightly regretting this spontaneous act. Maybe he shouldn’t be here. She was probably sound asleep. He knocked anyway.

After the second round of knocking, the door opened a crack. Once she saw who it was, she widened the opening, but only enough for her face and shoulders to fit through. She was blocking her home from his view, as if he didn’t live there only weeks before.

“Shawn, what are you doing here?” She said sleepily. She looked so cute with her puffy eyes and hair strewn everywhere. He missed that look, waking up next to her and seeing that every morning. She used to try and hide her face, saying she needed to ‘wake up’ first, but he always kissed her anyway, despite her protests.

“Can we talk?” He asked. He just needed her to hear him out. Whatever they had fought about, it wasn’t important now. He was a stubborn jerk before, but he still loves her, and if there’s even the slightest chance that she still feels the same way…

“It’s three in the morning.“ She mumbled.

“Look, I need to talk to you. Can I come in?” He pressed, moving toward the door. It feels weird, asking to come into the apartment they used to share. She held the door firm; clearly, she wasn’t going to invite him in. He’s losing the confidence that pushed him to come here so late in the night, and now he’s staring at the ground, shifting his feet.

“I don’t think that’s a good idea.” She murmured, leaning into the door frame. Why was she keeping him out?

“There’s something I really have to tell you.” He said with urgency laced in his voice. His eyes were pleading, and he felt as though he was already losing this fight.

“Can’t we talk later?” She asked. “I’m in my pajamas and I look horrible. I wasn’t expecting anyone to show up on my doorstep this late.” She said in a joking tone, a lazy smile tugging at her lips. His heart fluttered a bit. He missed that. He missed her. Damn it, he really missed her.

“No, you always look gorgeous.” He said with a shy smile. He rubbed the back of his neck and looked at the ground again.

His head shot up when he heard a door close from inside the house. His wide eyes darted to hers. “What was that?” He questioned.

“Nothing, that was nothing. Shawn, I really think you should leave.” She said, stepping out and closing the door behind her.

His mind was racing. Why is she keeping him out? Why won’t she just let him talk to her? And what was that noise?

His face fell and he took a step back from her. She looked hurt to see him pull away, and reached out for his hands.

“Shawn, we can talk tomorrow-“

“Are you seeing someone?” He said in a panicked voice. His hands pulled away from hers and ran through his hair. His chest felt tight, as if her small hands were crushing his heart. She looked even more pained, knowing he had figured it out. She was trying to shield him from it. She told him to leave…

“Are you?!” He raised his voice. His breathing was becoming erratic, and he didn’t know if he wanted to scream or cry. She took another step towards him, it killed her to see him like this. But then again, she was the reason for his pain.

Just as she opened her mouth to explain, there was sounds of someone fiddling with the doorknob. They both turned their heads as the front door swung open, revealing a man, a good inch or two taller than Shawn, standing in the doorway. He couldn’t see any of his features, only a silhouette.

“What’s going on?” The stranger spoke.

Shawn’s face screwed up into a look of contempt and his hand pushed through his hair again as he tried to keep calm. Here he was, preparing to tell her about how long he had been thinking about her, how he still loved her, and she had already moved on. She turned to whisper to the stranger, pushing him back inside with her hands on his chest. Once the door was closed she turned back towards Shawn.

“Shawn, I’m so sorry-“

“No! No, screw you!” He shouted. “I still love you! I still fucking love you, damn it, and here you are,” he wildly gestured with his hands, “fucking someone else! How could-How could you-“ He had to stop himself. His chest was heaving and his eyes burned from the tears welling up. He couldn’t stop thinking about a random man’s hands roaming her body, touching her skin. “How could you do that to me?” He choked, his voice barely above a whisper.

Now she was crying, too. He had said the words she was trying to push down, trying to ignore. She tried to drown those thoughts with liquor for weeks after their breakup. He still loved her. In this moment, she just wanted to hold him, whisper sweet nothings until his pain washed away. It broke her to see him crying. He never cried.

“It’s not like that,” she urged, “we haven’t…we haven’t slept together yet.” She said, trying to reassure him. Somehow, that hurt him even more.

“Yet? You mean you will? This-this thing is serious?” He didn’t want to call it a relationship. That would make it real. If she was just fucking him, it meant there wasn’t anyone in her life and she just needed sex. But this. This was more. He didn’t want to admit she was with someone, but a man was staying at her house and they haven’t even slept together. That means this guy is serious about her, and he’s not just using her. They wanted it to last.

“Are you in love with him?” He croaked.

He shook his head and tried composing himself, wiping the tears off his cheeks with the back of his hand.

“I, um- just forget it. I don’t need to know. It’s none of my business.” He said, shoving his hands in his pockets. He was trying to play it cool, for both their sakes.

“Shawn, can we talk tomorrow? I-“

“No. I have nothing to say to you.” He said, turning on his heel and walking back towards his car.

“Wait!” She yelled, running up to him. “Wait, Shawn, please. Please.” She begged, tugging on his jacket. She couldn’t let him leave, not like this.

“Stop!” He yelled, whipping around. “If you want to be with that prick, then so be it. I’ll leave you alone. But you can’t come running after me like this. First you want me to leave, then you tell me not to. I’m trying to give you what you want! I’m trying so fucking hard to make you happy, to just let you go. But you have to let me go, too. It’s not fair, y/n.” He looked tired, broken, like he had given up completely. That’s not what she wants. She wants him. God, it had always been him.

“Shawn, please don’t leave.” She said in a small voice. He pulled the car door handle and stood there. He was waiting.

“I’m not.” She blurted out. He lifted his head to glance at her.

“In love, with him. I’m not.” She admitted. Her hands dropped to her sides while she waited for his reaction.

He turned back to his car and stepped in. He wanted to stay so fucking bad. After all, that is why he came over. But it had been weeks and she had another man in her home, in her bed. He couldn’t stay. Not tonight.

“Shawn?” She murmured.

“Call me when you know what you want.” He snapped, closing the door.

He turned the key in the ignition and gripped the steering wheel. It took everything in him not to turn and look at her one last time. He knew that she looked broken, because that’s exactly how he felt. 

He slowly backed out of the driveway and left, leaving her standing there at three in the morning in her pajamas.

anonymous asked:

This is the person who suggested WTNV,,, compromise: a Hamilton fic in WTNV au where Hamilton is Cecil and Burr is "talk less about government smile more" Kevin and they shittalk each other from their respective booths (w/ anyone as Carlos)

Oh good Smiling God what is this. I tried, anon. I really tried.

Send me a prompt if you want me to write something for you! If you use a list just specify old list or new list.

Welcome to Night Vale

“Listeners, I know that I am a reporter. And as a reporter it is my duty solely to report the news. However, I feel it is very important to point out that Aaron Burr, my counterpart over in Desert Bluffs, is despicable. Do you know what he said to me the other day? He said, ‘Talk less about government, smile more.’”

Here Alexander pauses to scoff.

“Can you believe that listeners? How can I talk less about government when there are clearly so many issues with ours? And at least I have opinions. That Aaron Burr,” Alexander says the name with a deep, intense hatred, “has no beliefs. I have never heard him express a solid opinion for as long as I’ve known him.”

“And my boyfriend,” Alexander giggles the last word, “John agrees with me. He tried to talk to Burr the other day about abolition, and Burr told him directly that he did not care. Who in their right mind would not care about abolition? I, for one, love hearing John, my boyfriend, talk about abolition. But that Aaron Burr…”

Welcome to Desert Bluffs

“Listeners, I try not to talk too badly about anyone, but Alexander Hamilton over in Night Vale is an arrogant, loudmouth bother. He just doesn’t stop talking. And he’s always talking about government, as if there’s some grand conspiracy among the government officials. I mean, he’s right, but still. That’s hardly something to bring up on the radio. Every proclamation guarantees free ammunition for his enemies. What if the government hears him talking and decides to do something about it? I’m always telling him: ‘Talk less about government, smile more.’ If he would just relax and believe in a smiling god, his life would be so much better, but instead he’s just non-stop…”

Welcome to Night Vale

“Listeners, Aaron Burr has been talking about me again. This time he called me 'an arrogant, loudmouth bother.’ That’s so… idiotic. If he’s going to insult me he could at least put some thought into it and come up with something more eloquent.”

“Anyways, when I heard he had said that, I called him immediately and said—Oh, listeners, please excuse me, but John, my boyfriend, is calling.”

“Hey Alex, it’s John. I was just calling to let you know that I love you, oh and Aaron Burr’s talking about you on his radio show right now. Anyways, I just had this major abolitionist breakthrough…”

Alexander cuts John off.

“I’m sorry John, and listeners, but I think I need to be listening to Aaron Burr’s show right now…”

Welcome to Desert Bluffs

“Alexander, I know you’re listening. I am slow to anger, but I toe the line, as I reckon with the effects of your life on mine. I look back at where I failed, and in every place I checked, the only common thread has been your disrespect. Now you call me immoral, a dangerous disgrace. If you’ve got something to say name a time and place, face to face.”

Aaron’s phone rings.

“Listeners, we have a caller from Night Vale.”

I am not the reason no one trusts you. No one knows what you believe! I will not equivocate on my opinion, I have always worn it on my sleeve. Even if I said what you think I said, you would need to cite a more specific grievance. I have the tapes full of years of disagreements.

“Sweet Smiling God.”

Hey I have not been shy, I am just a guy trying to do my best for our fascist dictatorship. I don’t want to fight but I won’t apologize for doing what’s right.

“Careful how you proceed good man, intemperate indeed good man, answer to the accusations I lay at your feet or prepare to bleed good man.”

Burr, your grievance is legitimate, I stand by what I said, every bit of it. You stand only for yourself and that stupid God of yours, it’s what you do. I can’t apologize because it’s true.

“Then stand, Alexander. King City, dawn.”

You’re on.” Alex pauses, then hurriedly blurts out, “And now, the weather,” before hanging up, content in the knowledge that he has deprived Aaron of his job.

anonymous asked:

Drabble #88 with jack please !!


You bit your lip as you looked up at your boyfriend from your position on the couch, where you were currently sandwiched between Josh and Oli while you all paid attention to Jack … sort of.

Jack had been trying to explain the video that they were doing for his channel, but this would be the fourth one they had filmed in a row over the past couple of hours and the boys were getting a bit restless.

And by restless, you meant they had been all fighting over each other to insert the funniest comments they could think of.

They had all fallen quiet at Jack’s sudden outburst though, he wasn’t often the one who would snap at anyone abruptly. He had a temper, but it only usually reared its ugly head during an argument or when people would attack you or one of his friends online. You could see he was getting to the end of his tether though, having tried to film the intro for his weekly video five times already.

“Thank you! Now as I was saying,” Jack started again, only to be interrupted yet again, this time by his older brother.

“Speaking of saying, you should have heard what Y/N was saying last night, or rather, what Jack was making her say,” he snickered, the rest of the boys roaring with laughter at Conor’s comments. If there was a difference between those boys and a group of twelve year olds, you couldn’t spot it.

Your eyes flickered over to your boyfriend worriedly, noting the crease in his forehead and the furrowing of his eyebrows as he pinched the bridge of his nose in irritation. You were half expecting for him to throw something at Conor or yell or really do anything, but he simply got to his feet, leaving the rest of his friends behind him as he left the room.

You deliberated between giving him space and going to check on him. Remembering the hole in his wall that was cleverly concealed by a picture of you both, you decided to go with the second option. You made sure to whack Conor on the back of the head as you rounded the back of the sofa, muttering under your breath softly, “bloody wanker.”

“I fucking heard that!” his indignant response came from behind you as you made your way out of the room. Smirking at him over your shoulder, you shot him an overly sarcastic thumbs up.

“Wasn’t trying to hide it, mate!”

Pushing open Jack’s bedroom door gently, you felt your heart sink at the sight of your boyfriend with his head in his hands. Biting your lip slightly, you ran your fingers through his hair as soon as you were close enough, knowing that it would relax and comfort him.

You smiled slightly when his arms wrapped around the back of your thighs, tugging you closer as he buried his face in your stomach. You focused on running your fingers through his hair and occasionally scratching your nails against his scalp, enjoying the way it made him hum into your stomach, his hands running up and down the backs of your thighs slowly. “I’m sorry about them,” you murmured to him softly, tugging on his hair ever so slightly and making him let out a grunt.

“S’not your fault,” he mumbled as he nuzzled into you, pulling on the backs of your knees and tugging you down to kneel over his lap. You bit your lip as your hands moved down to shoulders, your arms looping around them as you smiled adoringly at him, wondering how on earth you’d gotten so lucky.

“It’s not yours either,” you pointed out, rubbing one hand over the short stubble that had sprouted up along his jaw, “You know it’s nothing personal though, you guys just can’t record that many things back to back,” you told him with a gentle sigh.

“I know, babe,” he sighed, resting his forehead on your shoulder, nuzzling his face into the crook of your neck and smirking at the goosebumps that form on your skin. “Maybe we all just need a break,” he smirks before flipping you both around until you’re on your back, grinning at the squeal that escapes your mouth.

You giggle slightly as you wrap your hand around the back of his neck, tugging him down to press his mouth against yours.

This was definitely a much better use of your time.

arwenxs  asked:

For the drabble challenge? Number 11 please.

Dammit, sorry. I sent that without finishing. Number 11 + winteriron for the drabble challenge please? 

11. “Dear Diary, …” Of course, bonbon!

“Oh my god, Tony! Just…seduce the guy already!” Pepper exclaimed, reluctant to part with the champagne bottle since Tony started bemoaning James Barnes existence for the umpteenth time. She was unwilling to bear it sober. 

Rhodey snickered at Tony’s scandalized expression and signaled Pepper with his hand, counting down: …3, 2, 1.

“I won’t to such thing, Ms. Potts!” Tony proclaimed and Rhodey mouthed “Told you” before laughing outright. “Must I remind you, we tried to kill each other.”

“Yeah and then you got him pardoned and gave him a shiny new arm.” Rhodey pointed out and Pepper raised her bottle. “I mean, Tones…”

“E tu, Honeybear?” Tony pouted, just a bit put out my his friends’ observations, they were supposed to help him sink deeper into denial, By Newton!

“Be real now, Tones.” Rhodey prods, “I bet somewhere in this place you have a little journal that goes; “Dear Diary, today James opened a jar of pickles and I wonder about the probability of being handle in such…”

“Ok, enough! First of all, I do not have a diary, second I don’t want to be handled and twisted like a misbehaving jar of pickles, third I don’t call him James in my head or anywhere else…”

“But you refer to him as Thighs of Betrayal, Boss.” Friday added to top it all off, Pepper lost her grip on the bottle and Rhodey wheezed with laughter as Tony just gaped. “Perhaps, there’s some merit in employing seduction techniques…”

“MUTE! Why do I even keep you assholes around?” He turned to huff and puff and deny his attraction to Roger’s best friend some more but… “And what if I wanna take a ride on those thighs like a disobedient and rebellious pickle, not like I’m gonna do it or any…thing.”

Bucky stood frozen just a few feet away, a tub of ice cream in his arm and flushed cheeks. “Friday misplaced my groceries?”

Tony wanted to launch himself out of the window sans suit because Oh no! “She is a little shit, so she would.” He tries his best not to choke on his own spit, this was a hallucination, it had to be… This was so awkward, for Darwin’s sake! 

“I do like my pickles to be on the disobedient side.” Bucky whispered and Tony’s eyes went wide. The fucker was still blushing but there was a spark of challenge and the beginning of a smirk. “and naughty pickles get to ride more than just my thighs, if that’s something they’re into.”

“You…you…” Tony sputtered, hoping against hope that his blood stopped plummeting south at the insinuation, jeez. 

“Whenever you’re ready, Tony.” When Bucky said it, Tony flushed for very different reasons and could do nothing but watch as the man walked away.

“Dear Diary, today I think Bucky suggested he wants to eat me and damn, I want that. All of that.”


fatecamiswhil  asked:

Hey, just curious, but what was Sailor Venus' element again? Like, the other three has fire, water and thunder... I've tried to look it up wikia, but I haven't really seen the distinct element of hers... sorry if this is a bother, I just don't remember much. xD

Hi!  I’m not sure there are official elements for each of the Soldiers, but as I see it the likely element affiliations are based on the five elements (wood, fire, earth, metal, and water):
Mercury - Water
Mars - Fire
Jupiter - Wood
Venus - Metal

Which would make Sailor Moon’s element possibly earth, though, I don’t think she’s tied to it in the same way, like the kanji of her name doesn’t relate to it at all, as far as I know?  But there’d be an interesting theory to ponder, given that Sailor Moon didn’t exist until Serenity was reborn on Earth and maybe that changed her elemental alignment somehow!

anonymous asked:

Keith and Lance both getting a virus from going on a mission and being quarantined while the rest of the team tries to figure out a cure and at first they aren't happy about it then Lance starts to feel alone and homesick and Keith ends up comforting him even though he's bad at it and they share stories and learn a lot about each other and end up falling asleep on the same bed cuddling and no one has the heart to wake them up when they finally find a cure to their virus

beautiful :’) i’ve yet to read a fic where keith and lance get quarantined together. that sounds super entertaining. and so sweet <3

kittyhunnie  asked:


Who said “I love you” first:

Kyungsoo does it almost so casually that Jongin pauses for a second wondering if he really heard what he thought he did? But then when he can see all of Kyungsoo’s face, Kyungsoo’s a little red around his ears but Jongin is stunned when he can see nothing else but complete seriousness

Who would have the other’s picture as their phone background:

They both keep very candid photos of each other without the other realizing it

Who leaves notes written in fog on the bathroom mirror:

Jongin tries really hard to be sweet in these kinds of ways when Kyungsoo is already so good about being romantic in every other way. He can cook for fucks sake

Who buys the other cheesy gifts:

Again, Jongin really tries. He learned his lesson watching Sehun, never trust Baekhyun’s advice. So instead he goes for the small things he knows Kyungsoo likes or might need and Kyungsoo absolutely loves them

Who initiated the first kiss:

Kyungsoo did, easing Jongin who had stiffened in his nervousness into relaxing and responding with a quiet sigh

Who kisses the other awake in the morning:

Kyungsoo does, touching his lips to Jongin’s cheeks and throat until he squirms from the feather-light sensations. Kyungsoo loves watching him like this

Who starts tickle fights:

Kyungsoo sneaks up and pokes Jongin in the side just to see him jump before he’s walking along his way again. He never really manages to get him back..

Who asks who if they can join the other in the shower:

Jongin gets in shyly and then melts easily under the spray. Kyungsoo is always especially soft here

Who surprises the other in the middle of the day at work with lunch:

Kyungsoo stops by with lunch while on his own break. Jongin enjoys rubbing it in Sehun’s and the others’ faces how he’s eating a homecooked meal ha!

Who was nervous and shy on the first date:

Jongin was mostly obviously shy, stuttering around every other word. But Kyungsoo was very nervous as well, especially when Jongin smiled like that and when he caught all those other people looking at him too. He really wanted Jongin to have a good time

Who kills/takes out the spiders:

Kyungsoo does after a bit of gentle teasing at Jongin and makes a point to coo at the spider just before taking it out, just for good measure

Who loudly proclaims their love when they’re drunk:

Kyungsoo is convinced that was loudest proclamation of love he’d gotten from…. well anyone

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nio-kun  asked:

a situation where nijimura's crush (not a couple) is seen to be breaking up a fight that haizaki started (with some random other person is fine, or a named character) and while she/he tried to break it up gets hit on the lips and starts bleeding, but still tries not to cry. while this goes down nijimura walks in. then.... i dunno nijimura does somethin romantic and cheesy? he kisses their injury to make it feel better? something cavity inducing and fluffy?

You were walking down the hallway talking with your classmate, when you heard a commotion not too far in front. Recognizing a silver haired teen, you let out a sigh out and looked at your friend, who was scowling at the fight.

“I will be right back,” You gave them a small smile and rushed to two teens that were looking down at each other despite their heights that were same. “Haizaki,” You called, but you knew he won’t hear you as he always ignored everything upperclassmen said until certain someone appeared, which, at the moment, was something you could only dream as he had a meeting with the rest of classroom presidents.

“You want to fight, huh?” Haizaki asked, his snarl heard down the hallway as his opponent replayed with a remark that made his blood boil.

If you knew Haizaki well, you knew he hated one word out of all he was called. Puppy

Your eyes widened, some students taking a step backwards, knowing that if you ever call him puppy you wouldn’t be walking away whole and without broken bones. No sooner were the chants heard, rooting for Haizaki, some rooting for his opponent, but neither trying to break them free.

With a groan and pinching the tip of your nose, your thoughts ran from and to before you did what no one would. Try to break up the fight.

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The Vampire I Loved

Pairing: Bucky x f!Reader

Word Count: 930

Warnings: none (well, crappy writing) 

Summary:  Witches/warlocks and vampires have been at war for centuries and nothing will ever change that. But what happens when a rookie witch and the soon-to-be king of the vampires fall for each other without knowing their identities. Will they be able to change history or is their love doomed to fail?

A/N: We are nearing the end guys! 

Tags: @masks-of-beauty-blog

Previous Chapter 

“The Vampire I Loved” Masterlist

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Chapter 12

Bucky let go of [Y/N]’s hand as fast as he could. The woman that stood before was no one else than her mother and he definitely wanted to have a good first impression.

“It’s… It’s nice to finally meet you ma’am” He stuttered

[Y/N] tried very hard not to laugh at Bucky’s demeanor in front of her mother, she could have never imagine the head of the vampires would feel so intimidated for having to meet her mom, but it didn’t come much to a surprise as Bucky had been from the 40’s so it was quite comprehensible.

[Y/N/M] stood in awe, the head of the vampires was standing right in front of her and not only that but also the fact that it seemed he and [Y/N] seemed quite familiar with each other made her heart speed faster enough to make her think it would burst out of her chest in any moment.

“You’re…” she coughed “You’re a vampire” Bucky’s stance hardened but the familiar touch of [Y/N]’s hand on her shoulder allowed him to relax.

“Yes” he replied avoiding her gaze.

“Mom” [Y/N] intervened “There has been a huge misunderstanding, everything is just a big mistake, we need to let everyone know before it’s too late”

“What do you mean a misunderstanding?” her mother asked absentmindedly

[Y/N] whipped her head towards Bucky “Tell her”

After placing Wanda in one of the spares bed in [Y/M/N]’s house and [Y/N] had explained Bucky everything he had missed, excluding some details, the trio sat down on the living room while the vampire explained [Y/M/N] the reality of the situation surrounding them, when he finished both [Y/N] and him looked at the older woman with expectant eyes.

“Please, say something” [Y/N] pleaded

“I… You two are dating?!”

“MOM!” [Y/N] yelled in embarrassment

“I’m sorry honey, I just… How did this happen?”

Bucky and [Y/N] looked at each he smiled at her and then took her had squeezing it, [Y/N] then spoke. “I don’t know. It just happened” she affirmed still looking at Bucky with a smile on her face

“So, it’s you” [Y/M/N] said

“It’s me… what?” [Y/N] asked, confused at her mother’s choice of words.

“It’s both of you” He responded looking at Bucky and then at [Y/N] “Agatha was right, as always” a lonely tear rolled down her cheek at the reminiscence of her old friend.

“Mom, what are you talking about?”

“The spells you used earlier on Wanda, they’re ancient spells, not even the oldest witches alive know those spells” She started “Elena, the first Queen, was the one who invented those spells and nobody besides her has been able to use them without dying or losing their minds”.

[Y/N] thought of the woman she saw, the one who had help her when she thought all hope was lost. It was her, Elena; the first Queen herself had come to her rescue, but why?

“It’s you” she reaffirmed “Elena lives within you.” [Y/M/N] concluded.

[Y/N] started to feel dizzy; she didn’t know what to think. She looked at Bucky seeking for reassurance and the moment she looked into his eyes [Y/N] knew he had always now about the power within her, maybe not the fact that it was Elena, but somehow he always knew.

“But you said both. What does Bucky have to do with all this?” [Y/N] asked turning her attention towards her mother once again.

“When the first war started Elena was the Queen Regent, she didn’t like violence to begin with and that’s one of the main reasons pace reigned within our races. She did all she could to stop it but unfortunately it wasn’t enough; that’s what our history says, but there it more than just that. Elene wasn’t acting on her own, she had someone helping her, her most trusted one stood beside her because they both wished for the same thing. Peace.”

Bucky took a deep breath, suddenly immersed in the history.

“A vampire” [Y/M/N] informed “Elena had fallen in love with a vampire, who I that time was also the head of the vampires.  But due to the circumstances were unable to be together as they wanted to so instead they vowed to end the war and make peace between vampires and witches so they could be together. Unfortunately the hate triumphed over love and ultimately Elena and Dorian, the vampire died unable to accomplish their purposes.”

[Y/M/N] took Bucky and [Y/N]’s linked hands within her own “Their spirits live within both of you and now it’s your duty to end what they started centuries ago. No one else but you will be able to do it” tears started to roll down her cheeks.

Bucky and [Y/N] looked at each other, not needing any words to convey their feelings they knew exactly what they had to do.

“We will” they responded at the same time.

“But you must hurry, the witched are planning an attack later on and if you don’t stop them the war will began”

Letting go of them [Y/M/N] stood up, [Y/N] and Bucky following after.

“We should take Wanda with us; maybe we can convince her of helping us” [Y/N] spoke

“She will be of no use to you now” [Y/M/N] said “She has no longer the power”

[Y/N] scoffed “What are you talking about? She’s the Queen, of course she does”

“No” [Y/MN] smiled “The custom says that to become the ruler one must defeat in single combat the current one, and that’s exactly what you did”

[Y/N] took a deep breath.

“Now you are the Queen”

I’ll Take Care of You

Request: Can i have a modern Bellamy x reader request where reader is in a car accident and they have secret feelings for each other. So when the reader is discharged from the hospital bellamy stays at her place with GRINDING AND SMUT PLEASE

Requested by: anonymous

Warning: smut. RATED M. I wasn’t sure how to write this and am not completely comfortable writing smut, but I tried. (I was just going through request, and my dumbass self didn’t realize it was requested that they secretly have feelings for each other. My mistake and I still hope you enjoy it nonetheless). 


Originally posted by fyeahbellarke

“Be careful, Y/N.” Chastised Bellamy, when you stormed through your door. You were angry and frustrated that you had been ordered on bedrest. That meant a whole month of not working, which you were fortunate enough to have understandable and reasonable bosses, but still. You didn’t like doing nothing, it bothered you and you liked to be constantly moving around.

“Yeah, yeah.” You waved your hand behind you, pressing against your crutches as you lifted yourself over a foots distance. Your goal was to reach your coach. You did hate being useless but you were also tired and sore, so seating sound blissful right now.

“You’re gonna hurt yourself.” When you finally sat down, you stared up at your boyfriend, Bellamy grinning at him, proud that you were able to reach your goal by yourself. He tried to help you but you had refused, going on that you didn’t need help walking.

“Yeah, but I didn’t, did I?” You pointed out slyly. He shook his head, but let a small smile slip past his defences as he placed down your bag on one of your stools.

A week earlier you’d been hit by a car, luckily it hadn’t been to critical and the car had only managed to break your whole leg, and mar you with multiple bruises and scars all over you. Your lip was busted and your eye was swollen, you looked undeniable ugly and battered, but there wasn’t anything you could do about it.

You had told Bellamy to buzz off, to get anyone else to take care of you for the duration of the month, embarrassed to have your few month boyfriend taking care of in such a state. But he refused and not having any relatives to watch after you, the hospital had given the job to the next best.

When you felt the weight of the couch shift and your leg being lifted up onto the table, you sighed, leaning back. Your neck hurt, actually your whole body hurt, but there wasn’t much you could about it at the moment. “You good?” Bellamy asked, leaning over so you could stare into his eyes. 

You shyly smiled, nodding lightly. “Yeah, just wish I could get better, quicker.” Bellamy laughed lightly, smiling before leaning down and placing a kiss against your cheek. You relished in the warmth, you hadn’t felt another persons warmth and love in so long, you’d been stuck in dingy hospital that smelled of medicine and reeked of the hauntings of everyone was there.

Moaning lightly, Bellamy stared back at you shocked, probably because of your strange reaction. You gazed up at his brown eyes, stuck on the way they seemed to glow and how he seemed so utterly attractive at this moment. He was already unbelievably attractive, but something about him at the moment just seemed to much more desirable. From the way his tan skin glinted against his freckles, to the way his buff arms held himself up, flexing slightly.

Blinking, you without hesitation reach up and wrapped your left arm around his neck, bringing him down to kiss him on the lips. He positioned himself so he was over you but not hurting your leg, and you brought him closer. Leaning your neck to the left so he could continue his kisses further down. You worked on getting his glasses and jacket off, throwing them to the side.

Then, with sudden realization of what you were getting at, Bellamy pulled back and looked at you with lust filled eyes, but clouded over with concern. “Are you sure?”

You giggled lightly, “I know we can’t actually have sex.” You reassured, pointing to your leg. “But yes,” then with sudden self-consciousness, you looked down. “Are you sure? I mean, I must look terrible right now.”

“No,” Bellamy smiled, “you look gorgeous as usual, love.”

Blushing, you nodded again, bringing his head back down. You felt him unbuckle your pants, not pulling them down, instead squeezing his hand past your jeans and panties. Softly he rubbed you while you bit your lip in pleasure, holding his hair tightly in your grip. 

“Ah!” You gasped, he begin dry humping you.

“That’s it.” He whispered against your neck. “I’ve missed you.”

Afterwards, Bellamy held you securely by his side while you peacefully slept. He would keep you safe while stuck here. He knew you were anxious to be bedridden for so long but he would make sure to keep you company.

I know it’s quite short. I apologize. Please REQUEST for some more stories!

raptorrino  asked:

Claire and Owen's trip to IKEA :)

This is usually a riot! How they don’t break up after every trip is a miracle, but despite all the bickering and arguing, it’s usually a lot of fun anyway. 

Let’s be real though - Owen goes there for food! I mean, have you seen their menu?! Step aside, Disneyland, Ikea food court is the happiest place on Earth! Claire goes there for practical reasons, Owen goes with her to bounce on beds and cause trouble. Frankly, he’s usually more than okay with whatever couch/table/chairs they already have, but she loves to browse, so he’s usually game. 

They’re very good at losing each other, though. While Claire tries to actually choose something, Owen gets easily distracted by the bright objects around, so there’s a lot of frantic texting and chasing each other around involved. And, ‘No, Owen, we’re not buying [insert anything] because its name is funny!’ - ‘Aw, come on, Claire! It’ll brighten up out living-room/bedroom/kitchen/bathroom!’ - ‘Do you want to sleep on the couch tonight?’ *stern voice* - ‘If we buy this funny couch - sure!’ 

And don’t get me started on the post-Ikea assembling process - it’s a nightmare full of ‘Where did you put the instructions?’ - ‘Who needs instructions? I can put this thing together with my eyes closed!’ - ‘OWEN GRADY!!’ 

30 Day OTP Challenge - Day 25 - Gazing into each others’ eyes

“Staring contest!” Joey declared, as he spun Seto’s desk chair around.


“You’ve been staring at the computer too long, so I’m making you take a break!” Joey explained.

“By making me stare at something else?” countered Seto.

“That’s not a computer,” Joey clarified.

Seto rolled his eyes then tried to turn away.

“Oh, come on!” Joey pouted, holding fast to the armrests.

Seto gave him a pointed look but was shocked still when Joey suddenly grabbed both sides of his face with a zealous smile.

“Worried you can’t beat me in a simple staring contest?”

Seto swallowed a frown, seeing through this bald-faced attempt to goad him, yet falling for it all the same.

He sighed deeply and closed his eyes for a few seconds, before suddenly opening them wide, staring deep and hard into Joey’s gleefully surprised honey-brown eyes.

Joey’s hands slowly fell to his side as he tried to concentrate as well.

They stared at each other, Seto’s face calm and serious, and Joey’s full of amusement.

Every time Joey thought that he might be winning, Seto’s eyes would temporarily narrow into a glare, but not quite enough to constitute as a blink. As the seconds passed, it was harder and harder to keep his eyes open and the smile on his face morphed into a grimace.

Joey’s eyes were starting to dry out, so to distract himself, his focus wandered from Seto’s blue eyes to roam across his face. Seto seemed to pick up on this change and licked his lips, almost shocked Joey into blinking.

“Hey, now.”

“What?” Seto asked a bit too smugly.

“You know what.”

Seto chuckled.

“Now who’s worried?”

Joey glared at Seto’s smirk.

Upping the ante, Seto leaned in, bit his lip seductively, and caressed Joey’s cheek. He lifted from his chair slightly, moving in as if to kiss…

… and blew a puff of air into Joey’s face.

Joey blinked and sputtered, scrubbing his face with the back of his hand.

“You cheated!” he complained.

Seto laughed and kissed him for real.

painterx92  asked:

I love the way Max tries to explain It to Carrie ❤❤❤ "He's got that strange thing about you which is not helping"

Anonymous 2 said to wthomeland: Hi-Five to Max for telling both Quinn and Carrie to go easy on each other! Doesn’t he make a fab marriage counselor?

Anonymous 3 said to wthomeland: What do you think does Max mean talking about Quinn being unhappy and developing this strange thing with Carrie? I really find this scene confusing. What thing? Had Quinn ever was remotely close to so-called happiness? Max surely knows this, Carrie as well, so what is he trying to say to Carrie bythat?

Anonymous 4 said to wthomeland: Think we might get a Quax hug anytime soon? Max gave Carrie a much-needed hug after she had just learned her father died. Might Max sense that his new BFF needs one too? Oh please make this happen. Anyone else?

Hi Anons + @painterx92, absolutely loved Max in this episode! I mean, he’s literally one of the few people that Carrie could have called to help her out with Quinn. I love that they have this friend they can call on who knows them, and knows their history, and is comfortable enough with them to call things like he sees them. 

I think when Max got there earlier that day, he noticed how Carrie was totally uptight, talking fast, trying to do a million things at once. That’s why he says “It’s going to be OK”, just to get her to calm down. He does the same thing later. When Carrie tries to make a big deal about the seizure, he tries to put it in perspective for her. It’s not that big of a deal after everything he’s been through. 

Like Anon 2 said, he’d make a great marriage counselor because he’s good at stimulating in each of them empathy for the other. Anon 3, I don’t think it’s a matter of Quinn having been happy before, but more that he’s really, seriously depressed right now. I think when he says “he’s got this strange thing about you”, it’s basically the same thing the hospital staff tell her. And you can tell at the beginning of the episode how agitated he gets when Carrie’s around. 

anonymous asked:

There's a playmating fic where stiles & Derek were matched up really young but had amazing chemistry. However Derek has zero social skills and never talks to stiles outside of their play, so stiles thinks they should breakup. It's HS & Derek dates Kate but she dumps him bc he's bonded to stiles & stiles tries to date too. And stiles is sick without Derek & then Derek runs away & they finally realize they both want each other. It's a wip, but really good

Hmm, abandoned or ongoing? Link?

the best part about friends is that it had the most iconic twist in romance ever like in the beginning seasons they really played us with the ross/rachel dynamic and how they were the absolute “it” couple of the show and that everyone will want to root for them to get together and then all the sudden???? chandler and monica literally come out of nowhere in a span of three episodes?? but the best part is,,,,,,,they actually have a great dynamic?? like they had a great dynamic as friends but as a couple,,,,,they brought out the absolute best in each other??? And they grew slowly and worked through both of their insecurities and became an even stronger couple?? and then the writers tried to bring back rachel/ross again and it just,,,,,,didn’t compare because chandler and monica had surpassed their trash dynamic by 1000x at that point. anyway, god bless chandler and monica

we love to glorify best friends who fall apart, but what’s sadder is two people who never were friends to begin with. because you’ve had a chance with your best friend, you’ve tried being with each other, but all the pinky promises in the world can’t erase the fact that she’s the sun and you’re the moon and you two just weren’t meant to exist in the same sky.

but maybe the guy who sits behind you in chem class could have been your real best friend if only you’d talked to him. maybe the girl who was reading the same book as you on the subway could have been your future love. and all it took was one missed opportunity, one moment of possibility that died when you swallowed your words. maybe you could have been more than stars gathered in different constellations, strangers sent adrift on diverging paths, never knowing what could have been.

arlen c. | my books


avatar the last airbender book one: water

You know what the worst part of being born over a hundred years ago is? I miss all the friends I used to hang out with. Before the war started, I used to always visit my friend Kuzon. The two of us, we’d get in and out of so much trouble together. He was one of the best friends I ever had, and he was from the Fire Nation just like you. If we knew each other back then, do you think we could have been friends too?

“My mom and I have always been close. But we had to learn how to communicate again after my dad died. It took therapy. We’d stopped being honest with each other. My dad’s illness had been so stressful that we didn’t want to create any additional worries. So we tried to protect each other. Neither of us would admit if we were having a bad day. Or if we were feeling depressed. The answer to everything was always: ‘I’m fine.’ But we weren’t fine. And it was obvious. So we worried about each other all the time. It caused a lot of stress and arguments. We had to relearn how to admit when we were having a bad day. Because you can never truly know if someone’s ‘fine’ unless you trust them to tell you when something’s wrong.“