they turned out terrible oh gosh


 I don’t really know what this is. I saw a reddit post and it inspired me to write this. So, here ya go.

Summary: Virgil forgot to lock his door. A stranger lets himself in.

 Virgil was half asleep in his dorm room, all senses lost on him as he tried to shut down completely. Because of this, he didn’t happen to hear the door open and shut. Or the clanging of a jacket hitting the floor or the dull thuds of shoes falling to the floor. He did however, feel when someone climbed into bed with him. His eyes snapped open and he found himself staring into the eyes of a complete stranger. The stranger’s eyes were as wide as his. It took a few seconds for Virgil to get his body to work.

 “The heck!?” Virgil sat up and backed up on the bed, while the stranger yelped and proceeded to fall off. He sprung back up with a shocked and confused look.

 “This isn’t…Oh my gosh, I am so sorry!” The stranger had his hands out in front of him and he suddenly looked sheepish. Virgil managed to turn on the bedside lamp, in order to get a better look at the guy. He had brown hair and hazel eyes, much like Virgil’s own and had on a…prince outfit?

 It took a second for Virgil to register that the dude was still talking.

 “I didn’t realize, it just, this used to be my dorm and I must have been on autopilot or something, I am terribly sorry and–”

 “Why are you wearing a prince outfit?” Was the only thing Virgil could think to say, thanks to his still half-asleep mind. Princey-a nickname Virgil’s mind just made up-blinked at him in confusion and he looked down at himself.

 “Oh, I just came from a rehearsal. It’s…been a long night.” He yawned right then and Virgil finally saw the bags under his eyes. This guy was probably more tired than he was. Not to mention more out of it, if the whole ‘walking into a stranger’s dorm’ was anything to go by. Of course, he did forget to lock it. Which he never did, so he must have been pretty out of it too.

 Anyway, he felt kinda bad for the guy.

 “Look, I’ll just get out of your hair and let you sleep. I’m sorry again.” As Princey started to leave, something made Virgil grab his arm before he could. Princey looked down in surprise and turned back toward him. Virgil blinked sleepily at him.

 “Where’s your dorm?” It seemed to take Princey a while to register the question.

 “The other side of campus.” Virgil sighed and scooted over. He looked at Princey expectantly as he was given a confused stare. Virgil rolled his eyes.

 “Look, you’re clearly out of it. I’m clearly out of it. I don’t feel good about letting you walk all the way over there. So either get in bed or you’re sleeping on the floor.” Princey gave him an owlish look before carefully getting back into bed. Virgil heard Princey sigh in contentment when his head hit the pillow.

 “Thank you.” He heard from next to him and he mumbled into his pillow as his heavy eyes began to close.

 “Yeah, night Princey.”

 “Princey?” But Virgil was already asleep.

Just Do It ( Kurt Wagner x READER )

Title: Just Do It!
Rating; T for cursing!
Warnings: You’re a hot headed, fire mutant
Word count: 1926
Summary: You and Kurt fell in love at first site, but you are to in denial to think he likes you back. So, Charles, Scott, and Jean decide to step it

It was no lie to say that you thought Kurt Wagner was probably the most cutest person you have ever seen. Since the first day you saw him here, his cute, precious exterior and pure, sunshine interior just made you fall for him. Every aspect of him made you fall heads over heels for him. To his adorable, fangy smile that melted your heart to his awkward, embarrassing moments that caused him to teleport away. He was like a lost puppy to you who you wanted nothing more than to protect from all the bad and cruel things in this world of unfairness.

Some would call this, “love at first site”, which you’d agree with, but it’s only love at first site when the other feels the same way, right? You weren’t completely sure if Kurt felt the same way, the reason, as to why you have yet to confess to him. Of course, when he was around you, he always smiled and was a complete and utter gentleman; opening doors for you every chance he could and always had nothing, but nice, loving words to say. Your friends, such as Jean, tried convincing you millions of times that he liked you, but you just wouldn’t listen. Maybe it was because you were in denial or oblivious. Hell, it got to the point where even the Professor got in the middle and told you to just tell him already.

“I understand your reasoning, dear Y/N,” Charles said politely, rolling his wheelchair around his wooden desk, “but I seriously think you should go to Wagner and tell him how you feel.” You groaned at his words while you sat in the chair beside him. He had called you out of art class just to intervene in your love life. It wasn’t surprising though, he did this often with the other students and teachers as well. You just wished he’d at least leave you alone.

“I can’t just do that Professor X,” you said looking at him pleadingly, “I don’t even know if he likes me back.” It was pointless to lie to Charles because he could just read your mind and get the truth that way, but you didn’t want your mind being messed with more than he already does on the daily. It was his turn to groan towards you, rubbing the sides of his head.

“Y/N, I can read people’s minds, trust me I know if you confess to him, he’ll be very happy,” you felt a tint of hint cover your cheeks listening to him say that to you. Was Charles hinting at you that Kurt liked you back? Or was he just pretending so you’d just tell Kurt already? You weren’t sure, but you decided to play along.

“Okay, Professor, I’ll try sometime soon, but for now, I need to head back to class,” you said to him quickly before turning around towards the door and exiting his office. You knew that was rude and disrespectful of you to do that, especially towards Charles, but you were getting tired of people trying to intervene where they shouldn’t.

While walking towards class, the bell rang loudly through the halls, signalling the end of classes for the day. At least you could go back to your room and be left alone. Stating that, you turned around, as the halls became cluttered and the classes became empty. You were walking up the stairs when you heard a voice from behind you call your name in a beautiful, thick german accent. Oh no.

“Y/n!” the voice called out to you sweetly making you turn around to see the beautiful blue skinned Kurt Wagner. He was wearing a nice pair of blue jeans along with a black trench coat over a golden shirt. He looked so beautiful; you couldn’t help, but squeal inside your head. Gulping, you stepped back down the stairs to come closer to the beauty, being slightly anxious and awkward after the talk you just had with Charles. You now stood a few feet in front of him and you could see all the markings on his skin, his stunning eyes, and the bright smile that was plastered on his face. If anyone was the definition of masterpiece, it’d be Kurt.

“Hey Kurt,” you said slowly, smiling to him, as you moved a piece of hair from your face to behind your ear. Usually, you were this sarcastic, hot tempered person who was to say, violent at times, because of your fire power, but somehow, Kurt was always able to make you calm and relaxed. He was like your water to your fire. Before you could explode and destroy, he stopped your rage until you were nothing, but tiny flames. He was your polar opposite, but you loved him more then anything.

“Hello Y/N,” Kurt said sweetly, smiling towards you, as well, “do you want to go to the mall with Jean, Scott, and I?” Despite his dark blue skin, you could see a slight blush spread across his cheeks and nose. You looked at him confusingly because of it which he knew by covering his face with his hooved hands. “Of course, you do not have too, I just thought it’d be n-nice to ask you. Y-You know because-”

“Kurt, I’d love to go to the mall with you guys,” you looked up towards him deeply, you’re beautiful, e/c eyes looking up towards his crimson, red ones. Understanding, he nodded. The two of you headed towards the car garage where Charles stored his expensive cars, which Scott and Jean, leaning on the side of one car, we’re kissing.

“Okay, we get it you both are a couple,” you said annoyed, snapping the two of them out of their senses. Scott simply laughed at you while Jean acted like nothing happened and Kurt was looking the other way, obviously not wanting to see the intimate moment.

“Well by the end of-” Scott tried to say, but Jean cut him off by a light smack to the head, glaring at him while he mouthed a, “oh yeah.” You felt like they were up to something, but you simply ignored it. “Are we just taking one of professors cars or did you get permission this time?” This was a stupid question to ask, as you knew Scott didn’t. He was the most rebel student in all of the school, excluding Peter, who had the knack for pranking and screwing with everyone.

“Fine, nobody answer,” you said, scolding when nobody answered you. Instead of getting heated because of it, you looked at Kurt who was getting into the back seat behind the passenger. My god you loved that man more then anything.

In a flash, the four of you had parked outside the mall and were inside adventuring around. Seeing an shop full of varieties of things, you all decided to go look in there first. As usual, Scott and Jean were flirting with one another, discussing things they’ll buy for the other. Kind of upset and jealous you couldn’t do that with Kurt, you decided to maybe try it. You found Kurt in the back of the shop, looking at nice, shiny necklaces that even you liked, despite not liking jewelry.

“You seem to like that one; I can buy it for you,” you pointed at the dark, black one who had a beautiful, jeweled rosario on it. It was expensive, but if Kurt wanted it, you’d buy for him. You loved him that much. Kurt, shocked by your sudden appearance, jumped out of his skin with a yelp.

“I-I thought you were with Scott and Jean,” he shuddered once more, extremely nervous. You started to get highly confused, as to why he’d be so nervous so far. Plus, he was only looking at necklaces, what’s wrong with you coming over?

“Those two lovebirds are too busy being lovey and dovey,” you said rolling your eyes, crossing your arms, “but seriously, I can buy that for you if you want.”

“No thank you,” he said nicely which made you sad. You seriously wanted to buy it for him, but if he didn’t want it, then there was no point doing so. You walked away from the precious boy towards the entrance of the door. It seems you were being a bother, so you just figured to wait for them. After what felt like ages of waiting for the slow people, Kurt came running towards the entrance happily with a small bag, but only him alone.

“I bought this for you!” he exclaimed joyfully, handing you the bag. You raised your eyebrows at him, as you opened it only to see a silver necklace that had a fire lock it at the end. It looked so nice; you almost cried at the thought of him buying this for you.

“Thank you so much, Kurt,” you hugged him tightly, feeling so happy about this. Now, you understood why he didn’t want you to be by him while he looked at the necklaces.

“Wait a moment,” you recalled, looking around the store, “Where the fuck is Scott and Jean?”

“I couldn’t find them, so I thought they were with you,” Kurt responded, turning his head slightly with confusion. He definitely was like a cute puppy, you just wanted to hug him. Taking in the events of today, you almost punched a wall. Charles had told you to confess, then Scott and Jean take you to the mall with Kurt and suddenly leave? This was not happening. They all were trying to match make you!

“Fucking-!” you yelled, stomping the ground before leaving the shop quicker then you came. Your body started to steam with anger. Couldn’t they just leave you alone and mind their own business? This was your biggest pet peeve and honestly, you were getting tired of everyone putting their heads into this. Slowly, but surely, your hands started to form small flames. Your anger was off the roof and you didn’t care if you destroyed a few shops.

Grabbing your shoulders, Kurt turned you around to face him, his face in pain by his hooves touching your burning skin. Seeing his face in pain made you snap out of it and to calm down. You’ve burnt his hands! Small tears dripped from your eyes onto your cheeks, your heart hurting because never in your life did you want to hurt Kurt.

“Oh my gosh, Kurt I’m so sorry,” you pleaded, taking his hands to see the burn marks. You wanted to cry your eyes out seeing how you just hurt him. You felt so guilty and terrible, how could you of done this? Kurt, seeing how you were feeling, took your adorable cheeks and looked at you dead in the eye. 

You let out a small laugh. 

“T-This is very embarrassing to do,” he shuddered his words, looking around, as a mad blush appeared, “but I think this would be a good time to do this, as you figured it out.” Did Kurt just admit to knowing how everyone was trying to match make them? Was he apart of this plan? You couldn’t ask because before you could Kurt had quickly placed his lips on yours, your eyes going wide as the whole earth. Everyone began to cheer the two of you on causing Kurt to become highly and even more embarrassed which made him teleport away into thin air.

You stood there love struck until somebody passing by said, “You should’ve confessed sooner.”

That little shit of a professor.

anonymous asked:

Itachi scenario where his partner makes a joke and he laughs so hard and he can't stop laughing because my poor baby needs some more love :'( Please and thank

Alright people, I used a pun from that video on twitter that was too fucking funny for me I’m so sorry it’s horrible

When Itachi came home that day, he was exhausted. Another mission that had to be done. He kissed you and let his body fall on the couch heavily, sighing. It was probably the first time you saw him that tired. As usual, you sat next to him and asked him how his day was. He told you about it, briefly and simply. It was quite obviou that you were only going to sleep that night. 

You kissed him, sliding your hand on his torso but he broke the kiss and looked at you, shaking the head.

“I’m sorry [Y/N].”

You smiled, getting up from the couch. You approached the wall and glanced at your boyfriend with a dramatic look. Pointing at the light swich you couldn’t help but make a terrible mistake.

“All these switches and I still can’t turn you on.”

The room remained silent for a few seconds when you were wondering if you were going to jump out of the windown after this horrible pun.

Itachi bursted out laughing suddenly.

“I’m sorry.” You apologized, chuckling.

Itachi laughed even more, wrapping his arms around his belly as it was hurting.

You didn’t know why he was laughing like that but you jumped on the couch besides him and started to have an uncontrollable fit of laughter with him as well.

“Oh my gosh…” He managed to say between giggles, his eyes starting to water as he couldn’t help but laugh even more.

You both laughed for a long moment and when you stopped you started laughing again when you looked at each other. You ended up not knowing why you were laughing : because of your bad pun or because Itachi was laughing ?

After a while, Itachi’s laugh started to fade away as he whipped the small tear coming out of hie eye.

“That was probably the worst pun you’ve ever made.”

“At least I made you laugh.” You answered, smiling brightly.

He smiled back at you, his stomach still hurting.

Itachi didn’t often laugh, though when he’s tired he could laugh to anything.

-Admin L

Can't Take My Eyes Off You

Warnings: none
Rating: everyone
Summary: The reader is getting Steve up to date, catching him up, teaching him about the time he missed and she starts teaching him about the 60s and she gives him a list of famous songs from the time with her personal favorites added in as well. Later he does something special for her (as requested by anonymous)
Y/N = your name
You were hired by S.H.I.E.L.D back when they’d just brought Steve outta the ice. Your job was to get Steve up to date with everything historically; catch him up; teach him about all the time he missed while he was in the ice.

At first, you thought it would be like teaching a child something that they’d missed on in class, and they would show no interest. However, you found that Steve averted all of his attention on the things you taught him. He was only like this until you finished the topic of the 1950s with him, because when you started telling him about the 60s, you’d have to make sure that he was paying attention and not daydreaming; which was something that was becoming more and more frequent.

He did show interest, he liked learning and you enjoyed teaching, but he was daydreaming too often. Even though he looked cute when he daydreamed, you had to teach him properly.
“Hi, Steve,” you smiled as you greeted him one day.
“Hi,” he replied happily as he sat down in his seat.
You were perched on the table (there was only one in the room and you usually sat next to him while you taught him) and you said, “So, since we’re on the topic of the swingin’ sixties, I decided to introduce you to something that you might like.”

You handed him a sheet of paper with a list of songs printed on it. “These are some famous songs from back in the day, and if you listen to them, you’ll get a real taste of the sixties. I even added my favorite for you - Can’t Take My Eyes Off You by Frankie Valli, it’s a lovely song.”

“That’s great! Thank you, Y/N. I’ll definitely listen to them,” he grinned.
“Tell me what you thought of them once you do,” you giggled. “Okay, on with our ‘lesson’; we’ll be talking about the Berlin Wall today, which was built in 1961…”

You were progressing quicker than you’d expected. It would take you only two days to go over most of the important historical events of each each year, things like the Famous Escape From Alcatraz in 1962, the First Woman in Space in 1963, the Civil Rights Act Passes in U.S. in 1964, the New York City Great Blackout in 1965, the Founding of the National Organization for Women (NOW) in 1966, the First Heart Transplant in 1967, and the Assassination of Martin Luther King Jr. in 1968.

Because you’d predicted that it would take a month to go over the sixties, by the time you’d finished conversing over when Neil Armstrong became the first man on the moon in 1969, you had finished in 20 days and had 10 days to spare.

Steve, being the gentleman he is, asked if you could go out together sometime - “just as friends, not on a date. I figured it might be uncomfortable for you to date your ‘student’,” he said with a wink. You blushed and agreed and he said he’d take you someplace of his own personal preference.

You were sat in his car and he was driving you to the place he’d chosen to take you. You could have sworn that he was humming the tune to Can’t Take My Eyes Off You at one point, but he stopped and it felt like your mind was playing games with you, so you asked him about it. “I forgot to ask, what did you think of the songs?”

“I listened to them, they’re real nice. I liked them.”

“I’m glad you did,” you smiled as your turned away to look out of the window.

“Are you gonna tell me now? Where you’re taking me to?” You asked sweetly.

“You’ll see when we get there,” he replied, smiling happily to himself. He’s such a sweetheart. At that moment, you felt an unwelcome feeling of love swell in your heart.
He led the way down some steps and into an empty room. It looked like an old club, but it wasn’t used anymore. In the corner, there was a stereo - kinda looked like a jukebox. He turned to you and said, “Are you up to a little dancing?”

“Oh, gosh. I’m terrible at dancing!”

He chuckled softly and said, “No you’re not,” as he walked over to the stereo and inserted a CD. He walked back over to you and told you, “Not to worry, I’m not amazing either. We could teach each other,” he said, taking hold of your hands and swaying them to the slow beat of the music. You recognized the song as one from the list you’d given him and you couldn’t help but smile. It was Ain’t No Mountain High Enough.


“Yeah,” he nodded, twirling you around and stepping from side to side.

You continued on like that for the rest of the song, swaying together, making sure not to step on the other’s feet. As soon as the first song ended, Steve quickly jogged over to the stereo and turned the volume up a little. He stood by the stereo, watching you, waiting for the song to start. The sound of the first beat filled the room, and he tapped his foot along to it. It was the one, your favorite.

But then he started singing, and that changed everything. You felt all sorts of love bubbling up inside you as soon as he started singing. Every note was hit perfectly, his voice smooth and soft like silk. As the song progressed, he stepped closer and gestured towards you when he sang the chorus. He danced with you, both of you laughing, and sang with passion, as if he meant every word from the song:

“You’re just too good to be true
Can’t take my eyes off of you
You’d be like heaven to touch
I wanna hold you so much
At long last love has arrived
And I thank God I’m alive
You’re just too good to be true
Can’t take my eyes off of you

Pardon the way that I stare
There’s nothing else to compare
The sight of you leaves me weak
There are no words left to speak
But if you feel like I feel
Please let me know that it’s real
You’re just too good to be true
Can’t take my eyes off of you

I love you baby and if it’s quite all right
I need you baby to warm the lonely nights
I love you baby, trust in me when I say
Oh pretty baby, don’t bring me down I pray
Oh pretty baby, now that I’ve found you stay
And let me love you baby, let me love you

You’re just too good to be true
Can’t take my eyes off of you
You’d be like heaven to touch
I wanna hold you so much
At long last love has arrived
And I thank God I’m alive
You’re just too good to be true
Can’t take my eyes off of you

I love you baby and if it’s quite all right
I need you baby to warm the lonely nights
I love you baby, trust in me when I say
Oh pretty baby, don’t bring me down I pray
Oh pretty baby, now that I’ve found you stay
And let me love you baby, let me love you,” he finished, gracefully twirling you one last time and holding you from the small of the your back and bending you over backwards so that you were looking up at him.

There, in that moment, something fell into place. You’d loved Steve ever since you first saw him, and you never realized how deep those feelings were until that moment. You always thought that being nervous around someone - as confident as you acted - was normal. But now that you think about it…that’s love.

“I love you,” you whispered breathlessly before not-so-graciously crashing your lips onto Steve’s. He was a little startled at first but after a second, he kissed back just as hard. You held desperately onto his shoulder so as to not fall over, but he knew that this position wasn’t the best for kissing. He straightened you both up and cupped your face gently and kissed softly and lovingly.

Slowly, you both pulled apart for air but still held on to each other. “Steve…I really do love you. I can’t believe I never realized, I’ve always been nervous around you and I-”

He stopped you from rambling by leaning in and kissing you once more. Pressing your foreheads together, he said, “It’s okay, I love you too.”

You smiled, “Who said that it would be uncomfortable for me to date my 'student’?”

“Even though I’m older than you, isn’t it some sort of rule?”

“You were the same age as me when you went into the ice, y'know. You’ve been frozen in time…gosh, you probably won’t even age. Can we break that rule? I want you all to myself,” you giggled giddily.

“I’m more than willing to break that rule. Anything…anything for you.”

Crushes, man.


*Gif credit to whoever made this!*

anon: i need liam cuteness asap, maybe he’s got a crush or something on the reader? and she likes him back? you can decide the plot and everything, just need something cute <3 

a/n: i wish my cowboy crush talked about me the way liam talks about the reader lmao.. kidding he seems like the kind of guy i try to stay away from. you know the type, supports trump and hates gays, probably thinks snape was a good guy, all that. now that i think about it, i dont like him anymore. gross.

“And she’s got this cute little habit of pushing her glasses up her nose even though they aren’t falling a bit and sometimes she does it even though she’s not wearing them, like yesterday morning she was wearing her contacts and I was watching her because she looked adorable in her Christmas sweater and she reached up to push at her glasses but they weren’t there! And then she frowned a bit and looked around for them, and then she laughed at herself because she must’ve forgotten that she was wearing contacts and didn’t need her glasses. I swear, she’s the cutest person on this pl—”

“You’re so much worse than Scott!” Stiles groaned before stuffing a bite of pizza in his mouth.

Scott slid in the seat beside Stiles a second later with a tray of pizza in his hands and a confused look on his face, “Why’s he so much worse than me? And why am I ‘worse’ to begin with?”

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smegandtheheads  asked:

tell us your top five scifi/fantasy tropes :>

  • groups of people that get stuck together on some long space mission or cross-kingdom trek etc. etc. and by the end of it theyre a family (but theyve also established a complex social structure along the way that gets explored in-depth)
  • hey, so that thing you were trying to stop from happening?? yeah, the actions you took to prevent it actually caused the thing to happen because time travel/self-fulfilling prophecy/youre cursed to fuck up literally everything. wow. embarrassing.
  • The Chosen One
  • ‘oh no, youre transforming into some feral beast!! ’ fuck you, i love my new terrible monster body
  • reincarnation/repeating pantheons of pseudo-deities like oh my gosh yes please. give me horrible cyclical mythologies that no one can escape. give me creatures that just want to Have Fun but turns out theyve been playing the ancient celestial game all along, oops, theres actually several civilizations that have factored you into their creation myths?? sorry, your ~genes have aligned~ in just the right way so now you have to reenact the tragedies of your ancestors. 10/10.
Harry Styles (Vows)

Standing in from of him and holding onto his hands tightly, it was time for the vows.

“Harry, if you would like to begin?” the pastor offered and took a slight step back, giving Harry and yourself the floor.

Harry nodded his head softly and swiped his thumbs over your knuckles. “Okay…” he said softly, keeping his eyes on you, filled with love. “I had this all planned out, but now that I’m here in front of you, I’m thinking that what I had is not nearly enough to explain how I feel about you… I love you so much, so pardon me if I begin to ramble,” he chuckled and you smiled widely. “For as long as we’ve been together, I’ve never stopped feeling like this was it for me. You have always been everything to me, and you always will. I want to promise you that I will always be there when you need me, whether it’s to tell me something amazing that happened, if something bag happened, or even if you just saw a cute puppy, I’ll always be there to listen. I promise that I will always protect you… from people, from life, I will always do my absolutely best to keep you safe. I promise that I will be there to make you smile, or cry along with you. I promise to not make fun of you when you cry at a movie,” he paused as people, as well as you, chuckled out. “I will always be with you, honestly for better or worse. I promise you that nothing will pull us apart. We have had our fair share of fights, but never once have we let them define us as people. We will come through every difficulty we are faced with, we will continue to grow as people, and I cannot wait to spend every day with you and be able to call you my wife. I will never take you for granted and yeah… I can’t wait to start this new chapter with you…” he finished.

You pulled one of your hands away and sniffled out, being careful as you dabbed under your eyes. Laughing out softly you shook your head and looked up at him, biting your lip. You didn’t know what to say, but you didn’t have to, your vows would say things for you.

“(Y/N)?” the pastor said softly, letting you know that it was your turn.

“Oh my gosh…” you chuckled, taking his hand again and biting your lip. “Well… Harry from the first day I met you, I knew there was something about you… something different and in a good way. I had just gotten out of a terrible relationship, and I was so nervous to get back into things, but the way you took it slowly with me and everything, you made me feel special and safe. So I want to be able to do the same thing for you. I promise you love, that I will keep you safe, and I will be a shoulder to cry on and if you have a bad day, I will be here with open arms and hug all the frustrations away. I promise you that I will encourage you to do your best, and I will always be there to support you, but I will also be honest with you. There will be no hiding anything, our relationship has always been so open and we will continue to do that. There will be no secrets unless I’m planning a surprise birthday party for you,” you chuckled softly and let out a deep sigh. “But I promise you that I will be honest and I will always tell you if something is wrong. I will be your partner, your best friend and I promise to have the most fun with you that we can fit. I can’t wait to start this new part with you, and I can’t wait to see what life has in store for us.”

Harry looked at you softly and bit his lip, tears welling up in his eyes as his smile beamed. You breathed out softly and rubbed his knuckles gently. You knew if he started to cry, you would to.

Words could not describe how in love you were with him, but for the time being, they seemed to be enough for now. Only a few more minutes, and you two would be officially married. Not long now, and you were ready.

Nash Grier Imagine for pink-lemonade-and-something

Today was your first day at school and you had already messed it up. You arrived late to class, tripped up the stairs (twice) and managed to forget your math binder in your locker. What a great first impression on your Algebra 2 teacher.
You had just moved to LA from Australia and already felt out of place. You looked different, you acted different and most importantly, you spoke different. Your accent set you apart in all your classes and countless students had asked you to say something for them then turned away, snickering.
You walked home, ducking in and out of awnings because it was starting to rain. You had rented an apartment with your friend from America in a cute part of the city with friendly people and lots of sunshine.
You looked down and ran quickly under a Starbucks awning and bumped into somebody.
“Oh my gosh, I’m terribly sorry..” You said, looking up at the stranger with piercing blue eyes. Wait..
“Oh no, it was my fault. I was pushed.” He said, glaring over his shoulder at a tanned laughing boy with fluffy hair and a nice smile.
“That’s quite alright, I wasn’t even looking where I was going.” You realized the stranger wasn’t a stranger. It was Nash Grier. THE Nash Grier. Your first big day in Los Angeles and you bump into Nash Grier. What luck!
“You’ve got a pretty accent! What is it, British?” He asked, stepping back.
“Australian. Moved here last week.” You said, trying to keep your cool.
“Really! How do you like the place? Pretty fun, huh?” He asked, smiling a little at you.
“Very. Full of nice people, too.” You said and he laughed.
“They’ll be nice if you’re a pretty girl like yourself.”
You blushed and looked down, feeling Nash’s gaze on you.
“You need any help getting around? This place is pretty big.” He offered after a beat, still standing with you under the awning.
“No, I’ve got to be getting home soon anyway. My friends will think the city ate me alive.”
“Alright, see you around, beautiful.” He said with a wink, walking back in and punching his friend in the arm. You smirked and kept walking, finding your way back yo your apartment. You realized you had completely forgotten to ask for a picture or autograph and kicked yourself. That was your one shot at meeting Nash and you bumped into him and forgot your rationality.
You’d never meet him again in this big of a city, with so many people. He’s always traveling as well, so your chances dwindled even more. You sighed and fell onto your bed in a heap of exhaustion, trying to ignore the huge wave of regret threatening to swallow you whole.

You were walking home from school the next day and passed the same Starbucks, making a mental note to pass it everyday on your way home so you wouldn’t get lost. Today had gone much better than yesterday, you had even made a new friend. Her name was Madison and she had moved here from Texas, complete with a country drawl and cute freckles dashing over her cheeks and nose.
You glanced in the window as you passed, catching your reflection. You didn’t seem to notice Nash sitting at the table inside who noticed you immediately and got up, running out the doors. You were waiting for the walk signal at the corner when you were tapped on the shoulder and turned, coming face to face with Nash’s chest. Man, he was tall.
“Well, hello again! Funny seeing you here.”
“Funny, yeah..I was thinking yesterday and I realized I never got your name.” He explained, and you raised an eyebrow.
“You wanted my name?” You asked, and he nodded.
“It’s (Y/N), not that that really matters. You’re Nash Grier.” You said simply, playing with the fringe on your shoulder bag.
“Why wouldn’t your name matter?” He asked, his eyebrows knitting together.
“Well, you’re Nash Grier, famous viner and upcoming actor. I’m (Y/N), a pathetic fan from Australia who happened to knock you over yesterday and didn’t even ask for a picture.”
“That shouldn’t matter. And if I remember correctly, it was ME who knocked over YOU.” He said, like it proved some sort of point. It didn’t.
“Well, still. You won’t remember me in a tomorrow anyway.” You said cheerfully, seeing that the walking light was green. You turned and tried to walk away but a hand grabbed you, holding you back.
“I bet I will. I remembered you yesterday, didn’t I?” He persisted, and you shrugged.
“I guess so. But why?”
“You were the first girl I’ve met that didn’t ask me for a picture.” He said with a chuckle.
“Only because I forgot.” You said.
“Well, would you like one?” He asked, taking out his phone and taking a selfie with you.
“Its on your phone, though.” You said, confused.
“Well, it looks like I’ll need your number so I can send it to you, right?” He asked, handing you his phone. You typed your number in shakily, not believing Nash Grier wanted your number. Or to even talk to you again! You had thought you had made a big fool out of yourself yesterday, but apparently not.
“Thank you. That’s also why I wanted to see you again.” He said, closing his phone.
“So I could get your number, of course. Can’t let a gorgeous, polite girl like you slip through my fingers. I may be famous to an extent, but I’m not totally secluded. I can have friends that aren’t apart of Magcon or on vine.”
“I thought that was against the rules.” You said jokingly, and he laughed.
“Well, I like to break the rules. I’ll even go as to break another one: want to go out with me Friday night?” He asked, and you bit your lip.
“What if I have a lot of homework?” You asked nervously, making him smile.
“Then I’ll help you with it. And then we can go on a date. Or skip the date and spend all night studying. I really don’t care, I just want to get to know you.” He said honestly, making your face heat up.
“Sure. Text me whenever, I’ve got to get home now.” You said, turning away from him again. He let you go this time and called a goodbye to you.
“Bye, Nash!” You said back, waving. Your hands were practically shaking from excitement. This was all so surreal, you still couldn’t wrap your head around it.
Your phone buzzed in your pocket on the way home, a text from an unknown number. You opened it and found the picture of you and Nash with one line of text underneath:

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Jack Johnson imagine part 1 :)

“Do I look okay?” You asked your best friend, Jack Johnson. You were going on a date with a boy you had liked for a while. You were very nervous. He was the popular boy, and you had no idea why he had asked you out in the first place. Jack wasn’t too keen on you going. He had a big secret, he has been head over heels in love with you for years, for as long as he can remember.

He just loves how you don’t seem to care about not wearing makeup in public, how cute your bedhead actually makes you, and that habit you have of borrowing his sweatshirts. He didn’t care, they looked better on you anyways. He just loves everything about you, and you going on a date and liking another boy broke him. He felt so naïve, how could you love him? You were too good for him. Well, that’s what he thought.

Deep down, you loved him too. You knew there was always something there, but you could never put your finger on it. You liked this Mr. Popular, but you were in love with Jack. He dated girls, and it always made you feel like you weren’t good enough for him. He was perfect.

“You look beautiful." Jack smiled up at you, from his perch on your bed. He was sitting Indian style, with your pillow in between his legs, his elbows resting on them as he looked up at you. Your small body adorned a cute sundress and some sandals, with your hair in a messy but cute side braid.

”… Will Lucas like it?“ You asked absentmindedly, and Jack swallowed the lump in his throat. Why wouldn’t he like it? You looked like an angel, your white sundress swishing as your turned around, your sandal clad feet pivoting on the carpet.

"If he doesn’t, I’ll punch him.” Jack laughed nervously, trying to lighten the mood and hide the serious tone that was in his voice. Tonight was about you, not him. You and Lucas. Lucas and you. His heart cringed just thinking of his name.

“There’s no need to do that.” You giggled, sitting on the bed next to Jack. You had noticed his quiet demeanour, and you were determined to find the reason for his silence.

“What’s up?” You asked him, and he furrowed his eyebrows together, “What do you mean?”

“You know what I mean. What’s wrong?” The last phrase was softer.

“Nothing’s wrong.” Jack lied, though his brain was on the brink of telling your mouth to shout out his feelings for you. But he wouldn’t. He couldn’t, not on your date night. You had been yapping about this date for a week, he didn’t want to ruin it for you.

“Are you sure?” You asked, not believing your best friend at all. You don’t know what it was, but you wanted to kiss him.

“I’m sure.” He nodded, and you narrowed your eyes. He was such a terrible liar. Always has been, always will be.

“I don’t-”

Ding dong.

“Oh my gosh, he’s here!” You squealed, jumping up from the bed. You brushed off imaginary dust from the skirt of your dress, and turned to your mirror. You looked for the imaginary flaws, and fixed the imaginary hair that was out of place.

You turned back around, facing your best friend. He was staring at you with such beautiful eyes. Gosh, you wanted to kiss him badly. But you couldn’t. Not tonight, maybe not ever. You’d ruin the friendship you’ve built up since you were kids. And besides, why would he want to kiss you anyways? He doesn’t like you.

But you love him. Your conscience reminded you.

But Lucas is waiting outside.

Not the same thing. It snapped back, and you internally sighed. Your brain was right.

“This is it.” You sighed, nervous and happy, and Jack gave you his ‘I’m not really happy but I’ll smile for you’ grin. “This is it.” He reciprocated with a less happier tone.

You ran out of the room, and down the hall to the front door. You took a deep breath, and opened the door. Jack was waiting in the living room, making sure you got out alright.

“Hi.” You smiled, choking a little as you saw the well groomed Lucas standing tall in your doorway.

“Hey babe.” He grinned a crooked grin, putting an arm around your middle. You were tugged into his side. Hm. He wasn’t this forceful when you had first met. Oh, whatever. Just have a good time.

“I’ll see you when I get back.” You bid your best friend, doing that cute little wave he hated seeing. It always meant goodbye, and he wasn’t the same when you weren’t around. Jack gave you the same grin as before, the 'I’m not happy but I’ll smile for you’ grin, and tried to hide his puppy dog eyes. You loved his puppy dog eyes you could never say no to them.

Lucas led you out the door, and you glanced back at Jack. He was still staring at the two of you leave. You under Lucas’s arm. It didn’t feel as comfortable as you thought it would be. You felt more at home when you were hugging Jack, the smell of his musky yet sweet cologne engulfing the both of you.

Once the door was closed, Lucas led you to his fancy car, and opened the door for you.

But back inside, Jack was on the couch, wishing that he was the one taking you out to dinner.

“I love you.” He sighed to no one in particular, but had meant it to be for you. Just hoping that somehow, someway, you loved him too.

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A/N: I don’t do personals, sorry! -Carlee

This party wasn’t the best. In fact, you really weren’t a fan of parties in the first place, but your best friend just got out of a bad breakup and you wanted to get her out of the house. Your brother Zack invited you to this party for his band’s new album. Zack was in a band called All Time Low and they were loved all over the world. You were kinda jealous too, their music was fun and had a great sound.

The party was fairly casual, so you’d chosen your favorite pair of black high-waisted shorts with silver buttons and a white shirt. “Hey, Morgan, you ready?” you called to your friend who was in the bathroom still trying to pull herself together.

“Y-yeah,” she sniffled out.

“Come out here, let me see you.” She walked out of your bathroom in a deep blue, skin tight cocktail dress. “Damn,” you whispered. “You look great Mo, it’ll be hard to keep those guys away from you, and trust me I know the crowd of Zack’s friends fairly well.” She blushed and fastened an earring before walking out the door.


“Hey, Zack!” You called out to your brother, already shirtless and showing off for the girls. He hugged you and you took the opportunity to whisper to him to take care of Morgan, make sure she’s having a good time. He nodded and took her hand. You skimmed the throng of people looking for a familiar face. Before you knew it your brother’s bandmate Alex caught your eye and was inviting you over to him. “Congrats on the album,” you commented as he handed you a drink.

“Thanks! We worked really hard on it and I couldn’t be more proud of all we’ve done. I couldn’t ask for a better group of guys to be in a band with,” you smiled at his modest enthusiasm. “not to mention one of those guys has a gorgeous sister,” at that you gave him a look and lifted your eyebrow.

“I’ve heard Jack’s sister is pretty,” you played along. He laughed and look down.

“I was talking about you, Y/N. You always look gorgeous. Even those times when I’d go over to Zack’s at 10 in the morning and you were just waking up with your over-sized t-shirt and hair in a mess.”

Now you were really blushing. Like hardcore, no hiding-behind-your-hair blushing. “Well uh thanks Alex, but I didn’t come here for me, I came here for my friend Morgan. She just got out of a bad breakup and it’d be really terrible of me to leave here with some sort of relationship, if that’s what you’re looking for, and for her to still be sad.”

Alex laughed and pointed to a corner. “I don’t think she’ll be too upset.” You turned and saw Morgan making out with Zack.

“Ew, my best friend and my brother. Oh well, as long as she’s happy.” You looked back to see Alex had somehow gotten your phone out of your pocket and was adding his number to your contacts. Gosh, you needed to put a lock on that thing. You leaned over to see he’d added the heart eyes emoji next to the name “Boyfriend”. “Is this your way of asking me out?” You demanded.

“I could always change it to just Alex-”

“No, no. I like that. Boyfriend.” You smiled at each other. Before you knew it, you were kissing Alex Gaskarth, lead singer of All Time Low, and your brother’s best friend, in your brother’s kitchen.

“Y/N!? Alex?! What the actual fuck?!” You heard Zack come storming in.

“Hey, if you can makeout with my best friend, I can makeout with yours.” You retorted.

“Yeah! What my extremely smart and equally beautiful girlfriend said!” Alex said in a sad attempt to defend you. Morgan’s face turned red.

“Fine, but if you guys end ugly I have to kill one of you,” Zack sighed in defeat.

Alex looked at you and smiled. “I don’t think you’ll need to do that.”