this is the movie that's in my eye brain right now

Who Do You Love More?

Pairing: Archie Andrews x Reader

Requested: Yes

Warnings: Cursing, Long AF, pretty shitty

Request: Can I have a Archie Andrews imagine asap? Where the reader is his ex and she comes back to riverdale after the summer and is best friend with b, v, and jug and arch still likes her and she still likes him. Anyway she finds out that he is with ms grundy and she says he need to figure out what he is doing with his life. You can figure out how it ends thanks xx

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-Honda Center was really bad at letting everyone in on time we got in literally at 8
-But it’s chill we made it to our seats in time
-Okay so they started w Not Today and I literally died on the spot
-Jimin was so extra he was like a walking sin
-Jungkook was adorable and his English was so good
-Hobi’s smile literally shined its way to my heart
-Yoongi. Yoongi. Yoongi. Every time I looked at him I wanted to cry because I was like ???? He is literally the most beautiful and amazing man on the planet and I was feet away from him W O W
-Their solo stages were all perfect. Like literally I can’t even describe them in words
-Namjoon’s hit me so hard I started crying Reflection is so good
-The special effects were on POINT
-So they played Baepsae second and let me tell you I was NOT ready for those hip thrusts especially Yoongi’s I literally stopped breathing
-Anyways back to the solo stages
-Jungkook’s was so good his dance was AMAZING LIKE BOY CAN MOVE HIS BODY WOW he seriously did so so so good I cant
-Jimin’s was straight gorgeous like he has 0 flaws 10/10 would die for Park Jimin
-Yoongi’s made me cry also because the emotion was basically tangible. Boy is so passionate.
-Literally Yoongi is perfect someone help
-Jin basically made me cry too good job with those high notes I fell over inside
-21st Century Girl was also so fun you could tell they were just having a blast and like they all killed me at the same time it was magical
-ALSO THEY RANDOMLY performed Dope like I was not expecting that and it was SO GOOD THE BEAT WAS INCREDIBLE
-Lost was hecka emotional my vocal line is so good
-So at one point they did this giant mashup of a ton of their older songs like N.O. started playing and I was like hOLD UP
-Like War of Hormone too I think and tons of their other songs and Kookie started rapping and I was like THROWBACK TO THE FIRST TIME I DIED
-Like Mama was L I T and then at the end he just kind of said really quickly “THANKS MOM” and it was HILARIOUS
-Boy Meets Evil was so intense I pooped
-Literally as soon as it started I was just like “oh no”
-If u didn’t know Cypher was the song I was most pumped about bc Yoongi’s rap k i l l s me
-All 3 of them were wearing these like crazy sugar daddy robes RIP
-So Namjoon comes out just blasting right
-And I fell over inside again but this time I actually died
-Like they were so freakin lit I’m dead
-Hobi slayed everyone within the first 2 seconds of his part
-Okay yes anyways
-Cypher ended my life the end
-jk moving on before I have another heart attack
-So after Cypher I’m WINDED
-oh no
-I’ve seen the fancams
-Like the dance break toward the end just
-J I M I N
-Also side note like most of the time when the whole group was performing I couldn’t take my eyes off of Namjoon he just has such a strong stage presence and he’s SO TALL I LOVE HIM
-okay where were we
-oh yes fire
-after fire they talked for a little bit and it was cute and my voice disappeared bc I screamed too hard during Cypher
-So I know I’m skipping around everywhere sorry it’s all I giant mushy jumble in my brain
-But they did Run at one point and it was so exciting bc they had giant gold streamers just shoot everywhere and I felt like I was in a movie it was so perfect
-Did I already talk about 21st century girl? I think so BUT
-It was so lit okay so lit
-So after that they talked to us again for a while and their English was so good you could tell they were trying and I LOVED IT
-They looked AMAZING during it like wow the most attractive men in the world I swear
-So then Namjoon was like “bYE” and they all ran off stage and we were like ??????
-And so we did the rainbow ocean thing and I wanted to cry again
-So united and wow
-so after like 5 minutes of all of us just yelling
-They came out and did Outro:Wings and it was so good bc they were on the close stage and I swear Namjoon is so attractive help I’m swerving
-Oops ok here we go
-So after Wings they talked and again they were so good??? AND AND
-Namjoon was like “I’d like to take this time to thank my mom for emphasizing learning English because now I can talk to you guys”
-And I cried again bc Joonie luvs his mom how sweet I’m dead
-Yoongi was like “never forget me” and I was like BOI I COULDNT IF I TRIED
-Jungkook seriously sounded so fluent I was so proud
-Jimin was adorable
-Hopie was wild
-Tae was also wild
-Jin is so so so funny and cute
-Rapmon looks amazing in baseball hats
-So then after they talked rapmon was like “Kay last song”
-And again we were all like ??????
-But then 2!3! Started and I was like
-Here come the tears
-Like they were all just standing in a line on the close stage and they were so emotional I was so emotional everyone was emotional
-Jin hit those high notes like a god
-Jimin hit those high notes like a god
-Tae and Jungkook ended my life too
-Rap line was so passionate I could see Yoongi’s neck veins
-So after 2!3! Namjoon’s like “Kay last song” AGAIN
-and I was just like STOP LYING
-And then Spring Day started playing and I just lost it
-It was so emotional
-They were so beautiful
-Oh yeah and at one point You Never Walk Alone was playing while this video played about how all the recent concepts are intertwined and IT ACTUALLY MADE SENSE
-It was talking about how it was seven boys with one heart and one boy with seven hearts and they all reflected each other and were only happy and able to smile when they’re together IM SOBBING
-That probably made no sense to u guys I’m sorry
-After Spring Day ended they all came out on the stage and ran around and smiled and danced and were super cute and
-I just couldn’t believe I was actually there
-With them
-I’m so grateful
-so so grateful
-They stayed and ran around the stage for a good ten minutes and then it was all over
-My friend and I were just in shock we sat there dying for like fifteen minutes after it ended
-Just like freaking out right
-and we were waiting at a corner
-I can’t even describe how beautiful he was even through a car window like he was FLAWLESS his eyes were so big and beautiful WO W
-I doubt anyone actually read this far so I doubt anyone will know that that happened to me BUT JDNDKDJDFMDFJEKDMSLNDKSAMKXNSLDFJEKXKDNKDJC
-Overall it was probably the greatest night of my life and totally worth driving across the country for. 11/10 would do again in a heartbeat.
-If you guys have any questions or want to freak out w me please message me!!!!!

lies and deceit

Pairings: jungkook x reader x taehyung 

Genre:  angst | fluff | light smut (later on)

Description: two best friends, both have lies that can hurt you, but one is going to hurt you more than the other. 

Word Count: 2k

a/n: i don’t expect much feedback, i know its not good, i just missed writing and wanted to post something.. i want to make this one as short as possible. i really hope some of you guys like it. thank you so much for reading. 

“Look we need to talk Tae.. I like you. No like doesn’t even cover it… I have stronger feelings for you… I’ve had them for a while now and-” 

You groan and smack your hand against your forehead, that was painful and pathetic. The look on your face as you stared at yourself in the mirror was pathetic, the tone in your voice was pathetic, the sentence structure was pathetic. Every single thing about this was pathetic. Did you really think practicing in front of a mirror would prepare you for the big task of confessing your love for him today? 

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John Mulaney Sentence Starters
  • "The more you do stuff, the better you get at dealing with how you still fail at it a lot of the time."
  • "All my money is in a savings account. My dad has explained the stock market to me maybe 75 times. I still don't understand it."
  • "It is 100% easier not to do things than to do them, and so much fun not to do them - especially when you were supposed to do them."
  • "In terms of instant relief, canceling plans is like heroin."
  • "I was always the squarest person in the cool room, and alternatively, sometimes the weirder person at the mainstream table."
  • "I have a lot of stories about being a kid because it was the last time I was interesting."
  • "Why do people shush animals? They've never spoken."
  • "A lot of times you're anxious and people say, "Relax. Shut up." And that just feels like, Well, I guess I'm also crazy."
  • "I'm an idiot, but I've shoveled through life rather nicely so far."
  • "I kind of thought, wouldn't it be funny to take a swing at being on the weird side of mainstream?"
  • "I like when things are crazy. Something good comes out of exhaustion."
  • "There's just something really, really funny about someone tearing into me."
  • "Being president looks like the worst job in the world."
  • "Thirteen year olds are the meanest people in the world."
  • "I always though quick sand was gonna be a much bigger problem than it turned out to be."
  • "'Do you want a salad or fries?' that's like asking 'Do you want to go for a jog or freebase cocaine?'"
  • “You have the moral backbone of a chocolate éclair.”
  • “Anyone who’s seen my dick and met my parents needs to die; I can’t have them roaming around. They know too much.”
  • "I was once on the telephone with blockbuster video- Which is a very old fashioned sentence."
  • "I cannot express to you the humiliation of, every Saturday morning, putting on a pair of breakaway pants and never having a reason to break them away -- then they're just pants."
  • "My body is bad at sports: that's the problem."
  • "It was so beautiful today that I only watched four hours of "Law & Order" in my apartment."
  • "I don't look older, I just look worse."
  • "So, I would just have a couple of drinks, and my brain would be like, 'OK, I see where this is headed. We're just going to power down now and get restarted sometime tomorrow morning'."
  • "Here's how easy it was to get away with bank robbery back in the '30s -- as long as you weren't still there when the police arrived, you had a 99% chance of getting away with it."
  • "'Ocean's 11' with women wouldn't work 'cause two would keep breaking off to talk sh*t about the other nine."
  • “Sometimes I’ll be talking to someone, and I’ll be like ‘Yeah, I’ve been really lonely lately’ and they’ll be like ‘Well we should hang out!’ and I’m like ‘No, that’s not what I meant. That’s not what I meant at all.”
  • "We'd all go play jacks by the soda fountain."
  • "No one knows what you're talking about you idiot."
  • "Blackout drinking is when your brain goes to sleep but your body gets all 'Eye of the Tiger' and soldiers on.'
  • "Am I proud of it? No. Just like I'm not proud of the fact that I saw the movie The Notebook in theaters. But it happened!"
  • "You don't know me. I have secrets. Why yesterday I wore my footie pajamas under my clothes and pretended I was a fucking fireman."
  • “Excuse me: I am homeless. I am gay. I have AIDS. I'm new in town.”
  • "Because we're Delta Airlines and life is a fucking nightmare!"
  • "I could never be goth, don't get me wrong, I'm unhappy, it's not that."
  • "To me Person of Interest is almost too flattering. Like, if the police were to pound on my door and go 'A man has been murdered in your building and you are a person of interest' I'd be like 'Moi? Oh do go on. Fresh.' "
  • "Ma'am can you turn off your bluetooth? This is a baptism."
  • "It was really easy to get away with murder before they knew about DNA."
  • "Do you want a plate of fries? If I get fries for the table would you take some? I know you'll eat fries if I get fries!"
  • "I watch so much Law and Order that sometimes I think I'm on an episode of Law and Order."
  • "You asked if I brushed my teeth but I never specified that I did so tonight. If the court reporter reads back my remarks you will see I did not purger myself."
  • "Traveling can get kinda lonely sometimes, actually no that's not the right word, Life. Life can get kinda lonely sometimes."
  • "Scientists have long since wondered if you can make grown men and women cry by playing Tom Jones' It's Not Unusual. And the answer is yes."
  • "Like my god man people are dead! But no you keep stacking those boxes."
  • "You seen this shit? You seen this Home Alone 2: Lost in New York shit?"
  • "As they say in Jerry Maguire, 'You had me at AIDS.'”
  • “Papa, today I met a boy with no eyes.”
  • "Adult life is already so goddamn weird."

squirrellygirlart  asked:

I don't know if you've ever seen the Phineas and Ferb movie, but at the end there is this cute moment where, before having their memories wiped to protect Agent P's identity, Isabella (who has a Marinette level crush on Phineas) confirms that no one will remember what happens and kisses Phineas before telling the General to hit the switch, at which point Phineas is all like "Whoa, wait, hold up a minu--" but of course, memories are wiped and things go back to normal...

(I actually do know what you are talking about. I do a lot of babysitting) 


“Oh my God, We did it! We totally did it! I am like, the best superhero ever!” 

Ladybug tried not to growl as their new companion danced in delight, waving around the akumatized item. 

“Miss Bee-”

Queen Bee.” The girl corrected, puffing up her chest and tossing her spinning top into the air. “So now what do we do?” 

“We need to purify the akuma, remember?” Ladybug sighed, wondering if she and Chat had been this desperately hopeless when they first started. She liked to think not. 

“Oh, right. How do I do that?” the blonde ask, holding up the cursed item and inspecting it. 

“You don’t,” Chat said, plucking the item out of her hands and tossing it to Ladybug, “she does.” 

Ladybug could have kissed her partner at that moment as he tossed her the object to break. 

“And then what happens?” The bee themed heroine asked. 

“Well,” Chat said, “then everything goes back to normal. Papillion loses his hold over the victim, Ladybug casts the miraculous cure, and we all go back to our normal lives.” 

“And no one remembers anything right?” She asks excitedly. 

“Well I don’t think thats exactly-” Chat began but the girl wasn’t even listening, instead running over to where Ladybug had just snapped the cursed.. what was it? A baton?… in half. Releasing the small purple and black butterfly. 

“Ladybug wait!” she cried. 

“Look this is kind of time sensa-” 

Her sentance was cut off as the new heroine lunged forward, grabbing her face and kissing her. 

Chat let out a strange, strangled yelp. 

Ladybug pulled away her brain spinning. She automatically caught and purified the akuma releasing the now white butterfly into the sky as she tossed the lucky charm into the air. 

A swarm of ladybugs swept away the damage but Ladybug hardly even noticed. 

“Well I think we did a good job.” The new heroine said smugly. 

“What the hell was that???” Ladybug screamed. 

“Ditto!” Chat choked. 

“What was what?” The girl asked a slight nervousness creeping into her tone. 

“You KISSED me!” Ladybug cried. 

“You said that no one remembers anything!” She shrieked glower at Chat who was still frozen with his finger extended in a point and his jaw hanging open. 

“The VICTIMS! Not Us!” He said, his face a flaming shade of red. 

“Oh,” the girl said eyes going wide as she glanced nervously between the bewildered pair of superheroes. “Opps.” 


Seriously though someone should take the sake away because all i want to write now is crack. 

Hopefully you like it. If not just yell at me and I can try again ^_~

Edit:  If you want to see this or one of my other drabbles turned into a full length fic you can vote for it on my Ao3 link: just follow the instructions in the notes ^_^

Protective (Liam Dunbar Imagine)

Request: When scotts the readers older brother and he gets protective with the reader and liam but liam constantly assures him thats youre safe with him please!!!!:)

Warning: Angry Scott, Fluff

Word Count: 1234


“Y/N where the hell were you I’ve been worried sick about you.” My older brother Scott McCall says as he comes to the front door and brings me into a bone-crushing hug, “Scott calm down I was just at the movies.” I say as I finally escape his hold, he looks at me quizzically and says, “For three hours?” “The movie ran a little longer than expected.” I said as I plopped down on the couch and twirled a lose strand of hair, something I did when I was lying.

Scott folds his arms and gives me stone cold look, “I don’t have to be werewolf to tell when you’re lying baby sister.” I roll my eyes and say, “Well I was with some friends and we got a quick bite to eat afterwards.” Wasn’t a total lie I thought to myself as I stared Scott down, as we’re having our stare off we both hear a loud thud come from up stairs, we look at each other then rush up to the source of the noise, hearing another heartbeat come from my room Scott runs to the door and swings it open ready to attack but finds none other than his beta lying on my floor rubbing his elbow.

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What They’ve Become


He remembers panicking as he claws his way to the surface. He can’t think straight he’s driven purely by emotion - survive, survive, survive. When he breaks through that’s when a different emotion pulls him forward, a scarier one, one he hates but can’t help. It’s hunger, never like the kind he’s felt before. He want’s to scratch his own throat out, to ease the pain but then he hears it, the pulse of blood rushing through his best friend’s veins. It’s no longer his throat he wants to rip out, its hers.

The thought will later disgust him, fill him with such despair at this monster he’s become. He wants to hate Clary for choosing this for him. But he can’t. He wants to hate Jace but he has a feeling he knows which option Jace would’ve picked for him. Not out of malice, but because to him that would be the best option. Instead he hates Raphael.

“You’re a monster”

Simon’s almost proud at the look of hurt that crosses the elders face. He wants Raphael to know how much he hates him for doing this. For giving Clary the option. For saving his life. Though it’s now technically his afterlife. He’s dead (undead). He can’t live like this. He’s not even alive

“I’m a monster!”


And Simon does. He looks at the vampire in front of him. He looks at his dark hair. He looks at his handsome features and full pink lips. He looks at his throat and is actually relieved not to hear a pulse. Raphael is flawless in how he looks but his eyes hold his every flaw on display, the feelings of ‘I’ve been there’. Windows to the soul. Do vampires even have souls. When Simon dies  (for real this time) will his soul ascend or is there none left to go anywhere, heaven or hell.

His thoughts are moving too fast and so is he. He doesn’t even know where he’s going but he thinks if he runs fast enough he’ll outrun them. He knows it’s a fruitless effort but for now he needs to get away. From Clary and Jace and the grave they dug for him. He needs to get away from Raphael. Before he starts believing the things he’s trying to tell him.


Simon doesn’t know what he agreed to when he pledges his loyalty to Raphael. He thinks he’ll be forced to spend all his time with the vampire clan, brooding in Hotel Durmont. Except that;s not what happens, at all.
It’s… it’s not bad. It’s not ideal. Ideally Simon would never find out about the shadowworld and he would still be … well alive but it’s not bad. Raphael, at the start, is not a patient trainer. Simon needn’t have worried about being stuck in the Hotel Durmont as every training session would end with Raphael telling him to take a walk. It’s a week’s worth of walks before he finally works up the nerve to go to Luke. Simon’s not stupid okay, he knows walking into a wolves den is a dumb idea but it’s that or hanging in the cemetery near the hotel and he’s not about to be that kind of vampire.

After his excursion with Luke he returns to the Hotel with bullet holes in his shirt and a smile on his face. It feels like the first time since this entire mess that he’s genuinely enjoyed himself. Pretending to be a psychopath and then pretending to die being the funnest thing he’s done in a while may be toeing the line of self deprecation at it’s finest but he’s not about to over think it. He wants to enjoy the moment as long as he can.

Except fate, or better yet, Raphael has other ideas about how Simon should find entertainment. He gets grilled on the bullet holes (“You let him shoot you!”) and then on the wolves (“I’d ask if any of them hurt you but clearly I have my answer”) and then he gets yelled at (“HOW COULD YOU HAVE POSSIBLY KNOWN YOU’D SURVIVE THAT?” “Well..” “SHUT UP”), then he gets yelled at in Spanish (“¿TIENE ALGUNA IDEA DE LO ESTÚPIDO QUE ERES?”).He eventually gets let go with a long suffering sigh and the threat of “If you don’t start taking care of yourself I will make sure you’ll value your life next time”. Which is one of the most aggressive forms of promoting self-worth that Simon’s ever experienced.

He’s lying in his bed that night (well technically day), going over Raphael’s words. He  thinks about what he was trying to say (well … yell) and Simon gets the weird idea that  Raphael may actually care about him. The realistic part of his brain realizes Raphael would actually be in trouble if he’d let Simon die. Clary would totally avenge his death and she’s scary when she wants to be. The part of his brain that’s clinging to any form of humanity idly wonders if Simon’s rubbed off on Raphael. If Raphael actually has a soft spot for him. It’s a practically school-yard levels of crushing on someone but Simon enjoys it. Enjoys the complicated-ness of the feeling. It’s hard to pinpoint. It doesn’t drive him against his will like everything else he’s been feeling lately.

He goes to sleep that night(day) and dreams, for once not the darkness of his grave but of Raphael’s dark hair. Or more specifically, running his fingers through Raphael’s dark hair.

At this point he should be having a sexuality crisis but thats such a human thing to worry about.

Good thing he’s not human.


Training sessions become a lot easier after the whole Luke-shooting-him thing. Simon learns to rail himself in a little more. Not having his fangs spring out the moment he gets slightly excited is nice. The hunger, thats a little tougher to control but he gets there. It’s gruelling hours of sitting still while a glass of blood is placed right in front of him. And he’s not allowed touch it.

He fails instantly the first time Raphael practices this with him. However after a few more tries his willpower gets stronger. It takes longer for him to crack each time. Raphael said he was impressed at one point. Simon barely bites back telling him that concentrating on Raphael’s voice instead of the blood makes it easier. Instead he accepts the compliment with a (thankfully) fangless smile before they move on to sparring.


“Interim Chapte–WHAT?” Simon exclaims, he can not believe this. “You heard me” Raphael says, his smirk is so big Simon wants to punch it off his face. With his mouth, because Raphael looks infuriatingly hot when he smirks. “What does- What does that even mean?” Simon asks incredulously.

“It means you’ll be assisting me with my duties” Raphael replies, still looking so fucking smug. Simon calls total bullshit.

“Y'know some people might think you made up that title to keep me around” Simon spits that out because he apparently can’t stop himself from digging his own verbal grave.

“Stops you from getting involved in Shadowhunter business” Raphael shrugs and Simon so hates him right now but he hates himself more for what comes out of his mouth next.

“Nah I think you just like having me around”

Raphael actually hesitates before throwing out a “Don’t flatter yourself”. And well if there’s anything Simon Lewis is good at it’s being given an inch and taking a mile.

“No you totally like me. You think I’m the best. You think I’m handsome and witty an-”

“Don’t push it fledgling” Raphael growls and Simon knows he’s getting under the elders skin.

“That’s Interim Chapter-whatsamajig to you” Simon corrects him and for a moment it’s very silent before Simon notices Raphael’s lip twitch and HOLY SHIT HE’S SMILING. Like real smiling not that stupid fucking 'i’m-better-than-thou’ smirk he always has on.

Before Simon can comment on the miracle that just happened right before his very eyes Raphael gives him a shove and leaves as fast as he came.

Holy Shit.

This is the best day of Simon’s Undead Life.


They’re totally bros now. Really they are. Simon makes Raphael watch movies with him and Raphael shows him cool places to visit at night without any mundies around. Y'know bro things that bros do. Bros share clothing right? So Raphael wont mind if he borrows the suit. Because they’re bros now. Totally bros.


“Is that my suit?”

Simon’s fucked.


Simon flops down next to Raphael. If he needed to breathe he’d be totally out of breath by now.

“Y'know…” Simon starts, breaking the comfortable blissed-out silence.

“Dios not even sex can shut you up” Simon elects to ignore that comment.

“That suit looks way better on the floor than it did on either of us” He finishes before looking over to gauge Raphael’s reaction. Raphael glances at the suit then over to Simon. He cracks a small little genuine smile and Simon can almost feel his heart doing loop-di-loops. “I can’t disagree with that” He says and Simon’s own smile is almost painfully big at this point.

“Finally something we agree on”

“I wouldn’t go that far. I mean the suit would look nicer if it was properly stored in my clos-” Simon shuts him up with a kiss. Now’s not the time for arguing. Or anything that isn’t them and what they’ve become.

Thats My Little Sister (part 2)

Originally posted by teenwolfobsessed

Requested: no/yes

Writer: Athena 

About: your Scotts little sister (part one) (part 3)

Warnings: Swearing, smutish, rated r whatever idk if your 9 don’t read? lol 

(A/n: idk how to even describe this its like really cute  but i keep teasing because i’m mean i wanted to make this a natural as possible lol idk what i’m even talking about ill stop teasing in part 3 you’ll see. I just wanted to develop my characters a lil bit)

I walked through my front door making my way to my room to finish this school project in English about a mythical creature, I decided to pick banshee because on of one my best friends was one, I thought I’d represent. I was just finishing up on writing when Scott bust through my door looking around my room looking mad at something I didn’t do. I just looked over at him with a questioning look. 

“Are you looking for something, or are you just going crazy?” I said looking at him questionably

 “Just making sure that there is no one in here.” he said walking up to my closet pulling it open.

 “Got ya!” he yelled into my empty closet. 

“You want to check out the window too.” I said sarcastically motioning to the window. 

“No, its just i cant even stand the though of a guy touching my baby sister, ANYWHERE,” he said have a look of fear and disgust on his face.

 “Well ,now you know how Kira’s dad feels,” I said sarcastically, he just sighed walking out of my room.

 “I wont get pregnant!” I yelled over my shoulder 

 “Not helping the situation,” he yelled back. 

~Later That Evening~

“Hey, (Y/N)! i’m going out tonight with Kira, mom will be late tonight!” Scott yelled as he walked out the door before I could even respond. 

“Uh, okay,” I said mostly to myself before walking back to my room from where I was at the top of the stairs. I was watching one of my favorite movies when I heard my phone ringing, it was Stiles i slid my finger across the screen to answer it. 

“Hey baby,” he said into the phone

 “Hi, Stiles,” 

“Do.. you, um, want to come over?” he asked in a raspy voice which I found extremely sexy, i rolled over onto my back from where i was on my bed. 

“Yes, I do, when should i come over?” I asked sitting up

 “um.. now is good.” I could here the stupid smirk in his tone.

 “Did you just wake up?” I asked

“Yeah, why?” he asked sounding curious. 

“Nothing you just sound really sexy.” I said smirking into the phone.

 “Just get your cute ass over here.” I  laughed  “Okay i’ll be there in ten.” I said hanging up throwing on my sweats and heading out the door to my car.

 Ten minutes later I was pulling into Stiles driveway walking up to his door knocking. Stiles dad opened the door. 

“Hey, Sheriff,” I said walking in

 “Hi (Y/N), i’m headed to a night shift tell Stiles i’m leaving, okay.” He smiled at me.

 “Yeah I’ll tell him, be safe” I said making my way up the stairs. 

“BOO!” I yelled as rounded the corner into his room. I saw him jump as he was getting dressed.

 “What the hell!” he yelled, he was topless at the moment, holding the shirt to his chest looking scared.

 “Sorry baby,” I said laughing putting my bag down next to his bed.

“Yeah, whatever.” he said rolling his eyes pulling the shirt over his head.

 “Oh yeah, your dad is taking a night shift he told me to tell you.” 

“Okay,” he said as I made my way over to him wrapping my arms around his waist putting my head on his chest. 

“I missed you, its been so annoying Scott is all over me and checks on me like every five seconds,” I pouted 

“I know baby, but he’s just worried about you,” he said wrapping his arms around my shoulders pulling me closer to him. 

After a few moments like that, I pulled away walking over to his dresser looking for a shirt to put on.

 “Well, i would be worried too, if i were him.” I glanced over at him as he looking up at me from where he was sitting on his bed.

 “Why do you say that?” he said furrowing his eyebrows. 

“Because I want to fuck your brains out,” I said mater of factly turning around looking at him straight in the eyes. 

He just shook his head. “God, your a naughty little girl,” (GIF) he took a deep breath just staring at me with lust in his eyes. 

“Come here,” I bit my lip walking up to him standing right in front of his knees. 

“Yes?” I asked

“Why do you say such naughty things to me?” He said pulling me down onto his lap. 

“I don’t know,” I said running my hands through his soft hair.

 “On a serious note.” he said looking up at me while I was still playing with his hair.

 “Yeah,” I said still not looking into his eyes just playing with his hair. 

“Do you say those because i’m older than you and you think you need to say those things?” he asked grabbing my chin making me look at him. 

It was silent for a moment.

“Do you?” he asked again in a harsher tone.

 I shrugged placing my head on his shoulder. “Your kinda killing the mood Stiles,” I said into the crook of his neck.

 “Can you just answer my question please.” he pleaded 

“I did” I said my head still in the crook of his neck, I could feel him shake his head but all he did was lift my head up making me look into his eyes, giving me a sweet kiss pulling me closer to him by my waist deepening the kiss. I started grinding my hips on his making him moan into our kiss he pulled away slightly.

 “Your so beautiful” he whispered centimeters away from my lips. I smiled pecking his lips. 

“Thanks” I smiled leaning back in giving him a passionate kiss tangling my hands in his hair, he broke our kiss pushing me up the bed.

 “Are you sure you want to do this?” he asked I just nodded my head in agreement after I did so he pulled down the grey fabric of my sweat pants leaving me in just my shirt and panties. 

His hands made there way up under my shirt.

 “No bra, you are a naughty little girl.” he practically growled as he pulled my shirt over my head tossing it off the bed leaving my breasts exposed. 

He just let out a low moan leaning down kissing me, he made his way down my body stopping when he got to my panty line. To say the least i was a nervous wreck and i think Stiles could tell, I wasn’t as confident as i seemed. He looked up at me running his hands up and down my thighs. 

“Baby, whats wrong.” He asked worry evident in his tone.

 “Nothing,” I said moving my hands to cover my breasts feeling to exposed. 

“Its just i’ve never done anything more that what we have already done, I know I make it seem like it with what i say but really you were only my second kiss.”  I said at a fast pace. “Can I put a shirt back on?” I said shifting uncomfortably. 

“Yeah, of course,” he said getting up off the bed grabbing one of his t-shirts from his dresser handing it to me, I pulled it over my head as Stiles came and sat next to me grabbing my hand.

 “I’m sorry.” I said playing with his hand. 

“Why are you sorry?” he asked

 “I don’t know i just feel like i’m being a tease.” I said sorry in my tone.

“No babe, its okay and i know you haven’t done everything. I wouldn’t make you do anything you don’t want to do.” He smiled sweetly.

 “I know you wouldn’t” I said standing up from my spot on the bed making my way over to my pants that were on the floor putting them back on. 

“Do you want to spend the night?” I smiled at the thought.

 “Tomorrows Monday, also Scott would murder me.” 

Stiles was about to say something but was cut off by my phone ringing. “Speak of the devil.” I said showing Stiles my phone screen, answering it Scott spoke first.

 “Where are you?” I sighed knowing he would blow up. 

“Im at Stiles why?” I questioned 

“WHat!?” he asked sounding like I killed his dog. 

“I’m at Stiles,” I stated again.

“Yes, I heard you,” he said 

“Get home, right know,” he said in a threading tone.

  “Okay,” I said hanging up the phone.

 “What was that about?” Stiles asked 

“I’ve got to go, he’s really mad for some reason.” I shrugged 

 “Okay, um just text me when you get home,” he said standing up pecking my lips. 

“I Love You.” I heard him whisper when I left his room, I don’t think he released that i had heard him.

 “I love you too,” I whispered as I make my way down the stairs and to my car.

~At your house~ 

I opened the door to my house. 

“Scott?!” I yelled looking around for him.

 “Come here” I heard the firm tone from the living room making my head turn quickly. As I entered the room I saw it was him and Kira on th couch. 

“Are you serious right now?” I asked dropping my bag on the couch. 

“Deadly.” he said with a angry expression on his face.

 “Whats this even about?” I asked 

“You and Stiles.” He stated like it was obvious to me.

“Are you fucking serious!” I yelled 

“YES IM SERIOUS” he yelled back at me his eyes turning bright red.

 “Scott” Kira said grabbing his arm as I took a few steps back away from him.

 “Did you two have sex, (Y/N)” he asked I just rolled my eyes crossing my arms. 

“Why are you so admin about this, why do you need to know I don’t ask when you and Kira have sex so why are you so on my case about it?” I said in a angry tone.

 “It’s different.” he said in a firm voice.

 “how? how is it different Scott?” I asked fuming with anger.

“Because he would be taking my baby sisters innocence.” he huffed


 “(Y/N)” he protested.

“Fuck off Scott,” I said making my way up the stairs slamming the door.

(Part 3?? jk i know you want more already on it.)

Until Dawn: Chris x Josh

The Stars

Word Count: 2,400 (Sorry its so long!) 

     He drove himself over to Josh’s house with single-minded determination, he was going to make his friend feel better. To bring him a sense of self as he cried or laughed or let out whatever pent up emotions he was holding back from the world. Josh needed a release, and Chris would be there.
     Three months had passed since Hannah and Beth’s disappearances, and Josh was barely holding himself upright. He seemed alright. He would smile at the right times, but not as big as he usually did. He would laugh, but it wasn’t as contagious. He was still Joshua, but he didn’t act like it. He acted like a replica, a thing that lacked some vital piece that let you recognize it as the real thing. Chris thought that he held within himself the piece that would complete the replica, thus bringing forth the real Josh. His best friend and partner in crime and hilarity. He had to have the piece. If he didn’t he had no idea what would happen to Josh.
     It was dark out, cold as September often was, and when Chris looked at his car’s dashboard clock, it read 12:08AM.
     He pulled his phone out of his pocket as he parked at the end of Josh’s driveway. It was a long twisting thing that lead up to a massive and prestigious looking white house. For a kid that should have had everything, Josh always seemed to get the short end of the stick. 
     U better b home. He texted, and within a few seconds he got a response.
     Uuuuh why do u ask?
     Look out ur front hallway window.

     As if on cue, right when Chris looked up to the window, he saw Josh’s body come into view. As they made eye contact he saw Josh smile and shake his head as he always did when Chris did something that confused him. Chris smiled back whole-heartedly, for a moment forgetting that he had a bigger goal in mind other than simply seeing his friend, but when Josh looked to his phone Chris did the same.
     What do u want lol. Texted Josh, and Chris shrugged to himself. What did he want? Something in his gut was telling him that it was more than just to see Josh and make him feel better.
     Come find out! He texted back, proud of himself for seeming so mysterious.
     Well where are we going?
     Good question.
     Dude you r so up 2 something.
     When am I NOT tbh?

     Chris looked up at the window and saw Josh smiling at his phone as he turned and ran back down the hallway, and within a few minutes he saw him come running toward the car from around the corner of his house. He must have snuck out through the back, his parents hated when he went out to late.
     As he reached the car and pulled the passenger sides door open, the boys smiled at each other as they put their fists up and bumped them into each others.
     “Alright you got me man, now whats up?”
     “Meh, now don’t kill me, but I don’t know actually, I just wanted to go for a drive.”
     “Well ‘where to miss?’” whispered Josh, his voice low and hilariously seductive as he imitated Leonardo Dicaprio from Titanic.
     “The stars,” Chris whispered back as he closed his eyes, and Josh’s laugh made him crack up as well.

     Chris let Josh play his music as he drove down the road, and eventually he turned down a back road that lead to another, and then another. They were now traveling down a dirt road - if it even counted as a road - seemingly cutoff from society as they drove through a heavily forested area.
     Just as Chris accepted the fact that he may have gotten lost, he looked to Josh, and saw that he was looking up and out the window. His navy blue vest caught the moons light every so often, and it made Chris look to the Josh’s chest much more than he wanted to.
     “Chris,” said Josh, jolting Chris out of his silent staring contest with Josh’s chest. “We’ve done some crazy stuff on these late night escapades, but none of em have lead us to the Amish Country. Where are we?”
     “Good question,” Chris shrugged, and Josh shook his head as he leaned forward and swiped hard at the car’s volume switch, making AWOLNATION blast through the car.
     Josh could sing, and it was mystifying. He loved this band, and Chris had grown into it over time as Josh played the album over and over again. He knew this song. Not Your Fault. It made him feel like he could take on anything, and with Josh in the passenger seat, maybe he could.
     The song blasted through its chorus, shaking the car’s foundation as Chris finally gave in and screamed along with Josh. It was a miracle, driving with Josh down a forest road that lead to God knew where. It was almost romantic. And then came a clearing, the dirt path opening up onto a steppe the likes of which neither of the boys had ever seen. It was massive, the grass not as high as it was in the forest, and wild flowers grew in bundled heaps as they fought against the chill of October air.
     “Dude,” said Josh. “What’s this?”
     “The stars, apparently,” Chris said, but he wasn’t looking at Josh as Josh was at him, instead his gaze was fixed on the upper half of his window.
     When Josh did as Chris did and looked out his window, he instantly broke into a smile.
     “Did you plan this?” he asked, and Chris looked back to him as he shrugged and smiled.
     “I actually didn’t even know if this place existed till now, Jessica said Mike brought her up here once, and I had no idea that it would be this… Stunning either.”
     They both brought their attention back to the night sky as they rolled their windows down, letting in the breeze that swept across the field, stirring up leaves and flower petals as it did so.
     The sky was something that neither of them could describe, a mix of beauty and wonder. The moon was a big ball of orange in the sky, but the light it cast across the field was pure and soft and white. The smell of decaying flowers, usually overpowering at that time of year, was mellowed out by the scent of freshly mown grass and rain soaked earth. Stars dotted the sky, a myriad that burned so brightly against the violent black of space that it looked almost surreal.
     “It’s like… HD or something,” said Josh, stealing the words straight from Chris’s mouth.
     “1080P res,” Chris added, and Josh held his fist up close to Chris, and without looking the two bumped fists.
     Then a song came on shuffle from Josh’s iPod that Chris hadn’t heard in a long time. Like most of the songs he had come to love, he heard them first from Josh.
     “This song always felt so sad to me. Alleyways right? By the Neighbourhood,” he said, and Josh looked over at him as he seemed to come back to the present moment for the first time.
     “You’ve been studying young Padawan, nice one. Thats great and all but seriously bro, why did you bring me here, and… I’m alright, really. I hope this doesn’t turn into one of those emotional movie moments.”
     “Well it doesn’t have to, but… I don’t know, maybe its more selfish than that,” said Chris, and his eyes dropped to the steering wheel. 
     “What do you mean?”
     “I took you out here to try and break you out of whatever funk you’re in, but-”
     “Well you’re twin sisters pulling a Houdini tends to make a guy a little glum,” he said with a smirk, but the humour behind his words didn’t have the affect he was hoping for as Chris sat back in his seat and rolled up his window.
     A cold wind swept across the plain once more, and Josh rolled his window up as it crept into the car. It was getting colder, and as the song reached its chorus, a heavy cloud of silence fell over the boys.
     Chris listened to the words as he stared down at his hands on the steering wheel. Him and Josh had been friends for a long time, longer than they had been friends with anyone else in their lives. Josh was always the thoughtful one. Always the kind one. Always the brave one. And Chris was the outgoing kid who never kept his mouth shut. It got them into trouble, but trouble was always their thing. If things were different, he thought to himself, just as the song had said the same thing. I’d remember.
     He wanted more than anything for things to be different. He wanted Hannah and Beth to be back home and for Josh to have the family he deserved. No more parents running off and shooting movies. No more annoying boyfriends that Hannah and Beth would bring home. He deserved Hannah and Beth, and Chris wasn’t enough. He knew it. Josh needed family.
     “You put on a brave face,” said Chris, surprising even himself when his voice broke the silence. “You know you don’t have to pull that shit with me. I told myself I was bringing you out here so I could get my best friend back, but… I just wanted to feel like I was- well, enough for you.”
     Josh didn’t respond for a long time, only giving Chris a look that he couldn’t read, and it made Chris anxious. Had he said the wrong thing? No, Josh knew that he was there for him. The song shuffled to Sweater Weather, and Chris looked to the AUX cord that connected Josh’s phone to his car, and as he reached down to change the song Josh’s fingers gently grabbed hold of his chin, tilting his head to the side so that he was looking Josh straight in the eyes.
     “Don’t move,” he said, and he closed his eyes. Josh suddenly leaned in. There weren’t any words inside of Chris’s brain that could possibly convey the emotions he was feeling. There was panic, and then a small, holy realization. Chris liked Josh. Like… A lot. Their lips came close, and Josh touched his to Chris’s.
     He pulled away quickly, and for a moment it was as if the kiss had never happened as Josh let his fingers fall from Chris’s chin. Silence stretched on once more, and Josh was looking down toward the cupholders between himself and Chris, while Chris was staring at Josh. All his life, ever since the day he met him, he knew Josh wasn’t just any regular friend. He was perfect, his tan skin always clear, his personality warm and welcoming, his jokes always well timed. He complimented Chris in a way that no one else ever did, and as Chris remembered all these things, a feeling of inadequacy made him feel sick to his stomach.
     “I- uh. Josh I don’t know what to say, but… I’m mean. Oh God… I wish I could give you what you really needed, you know? You- you need family.”
     “Chris don’t even start me on that shit man,” replied Josh, his voice soft and tired as it filled the car with a sense of peace. “You are family.”
     “That was pretty damn cliche for Josh Washington,” Chris murmured, feeling awkward as heat rushed to his face. What else could he say when Josh was so close and after what they had just done? Would they ever talk about it again? His brain was buzzing with questions, but his body was shutting off.
     As if he could feel Chris retreating into himself, Josh moved in close to him again, making Chris notice just how nicely Josh smelled. It was almost embarrassing how interesting he found him, and even more embarrassing when he remembered how much he loved being close to Josh. He always had some sort of scented body-wash that he was testing out. All summer he was into this Mango Hurricane scented stuff, but now that it was fall he had switched to something Beth had gotten him once a few years back. It smelled like peppermint and a deep forest after a heavy rain fall, a weird combination when Chris stopped to think about it, but on Josh it was perfect. He could smell it on him as he leaned in closer, nearly lighting Chris’s insides on fire as the anticipation of another kiss ripped him apart.
     “I never thought in a million years that this would happen, never like this,” said Josh, his voice an odd mixture of discomfort and content emotion. Chris understood what he was feeling, since he was feeling it too. They were friends, and had been for a long time, but were they really this close? Did they really care for each other in that way? Having enough of his internal argument Chris brought his attention to Josh’s eyes as he bit the inside of his lip. They were the sort of brown that no writer could put into words and no painter could ever hope to capture the essence of.
     “Don’t even get me started,” Chris said, and Josh smiled as he closed his eyes.
     “I remember when I first saw you in that stupid uniform we had to wear during gym in high school. I knew then that I really liked you.”
     “No way.”
     “Yes way.”
     “That’s when I knew that I really liked you, too.”
     “Hell yeah seriously,” Chris said, and he watched as Josh’s eyes flickered from his eyes to his mouth a few times before he finally leaned in once more.
     And they kissed, hard and soft all at the same time, Chris’s heart skipping beats in his chest as the warmth of Josh’s hand on his cheek made him dizzy with emotion.
     The kiss felt perfect. The song felt perfect. This moment, their moment, felt perfect.
     Above them, the sky glistened with countless stars. Beads of white against the black fabric of space. The stars weren’t the only things burning up on the inside that night.
     They didn’t pull away for a long time, and as the kiss deepened, Sweater Weather fell silent. 

Hetalia: Paint It White
  • America: Dudes, this is an emergency! As the paper in front of you with those crazy drawings that are supposedly words says, a majority of humanity has been turned into a noppera ghosty blobs by the freaky beam of light that shoots out of other noppera-bo-ba or baaa I don't really know how to say it. Tony, my righteous alien friend told me they're pictonians from the planet Picto. For reals dudes, Picto's way in like, way far outer space.
  • America: Dude, they're born looking like noppera and they want everybody else looking just like what they're doing, HELLO! Listen up! we can't just let these noppera dudes make earth all freaking boringly white, right? This is wack! We gotta stop these dudes ! Who's with me?... Also, what's a noppera?
  • Japan: Oh yes, I know what they are. It is a Japanese monster without a nose, eyes, or a mouth. It's proper name is nopperabo, okay?
  • England: Wait a tick, are you trying to say this is all your fault Japan?
  • Japan: No! I was simply explaining what noppera means! No more, no less.
  • China: Why do I have to be turned into noppera because of stupid Japan and scary story...
  • Japan: It's not my fault!
  • America: Focus countries ! Japan may have screwed things up, but we still have time to fix it ! Now, your ideas will all suck so listen to me. We'll combine all our military strength! I'll be in command so you can all wear the colors of my flag! All heroes wear red, white, and blue!
  • Italy: I think we should gather under the white flag!
  • England: Why in God's name would we put you in charge?
  • America: Duh, I be the hero, everybody knows that!
  • England: I beg to differ...
  • France: Everybody knows I've got the biggest--
  • England: No one asked you, cheesy monkey!
  • France: Shut up, black sheep of Europe!
  • England: I told you not to call me that!
  • China: Ugh. They never stop talking...
  • Italy: White flags! Come on, I made a whole lot of them! See! We can each wave our very own!
  • America: Japan, you think I'm right, right?
  • Japan: Uh, well, this is why I sense the mood and refrain from speaking.
  • America: Russia! What are you gonna do, dude?
  • Russia: I'm going to do fighting!
  • America: Rock out my dog, I've got the perfect job for you to have then! Back-up sidekick!
  • Russia: What?!
  • America: Yeah, every super-hero needs a sidekick, I should know that, I'm the hero! They even make big-budget Hollywood crazy good movies about it!
  • England: We also have top-notch productions in the UK!
  • France: Um, time-traveling phone booths can only go so far.
  • England: Shut it, Pépé le Pew, just because you invented movie-making doesn't mean you're any good at it! All your films are good for are putting me to sleep!
  • China: Just have you know, my movies have been very popular lately.
  • America: Dude, you can't compete with Michael Bay sequels.
  • China: That attitude is why I restrict your films!
  • Japan: Mine are more quietly artistic with cultural story-telling.
  • Italy: My movies are the most fun ones if you want to ask me!
  • America: Ha ha ha. No need to argue, 'cause I'm right!
  • Russia: I know my ideas are best because otherwise I kill them.
  • China: I'm only allowed to hear my thoughts and those are the ones I like.
  • Germany: Alright then. I'm done here. I don't know why I even thought that we could have a simple discussion. That's not how we work, is it? What a waste. This entire meeting has been pointless. I will do what I have to do and you do what you have to.
  • (Germany leaves the room; soon followed by everyone else)
  • Russia: That's exactly what I was going to say.
  • China: There's too much fighting together to figure out if we should even fight together anyway.
  • France: I am far too gorgeous to have been in a stuffy room for so long.
  • England: I am far too gorgeous to- Shut up France!
  • America: Ha ha ha ha! I was just trying to help! I don't need you guys, I'm the hero!
  • Japan: Ah. My belly. It hurts.
  • Italy: Uhuh! Hey, wait up you guys! Come on, don't leave me here by myself!
  • [Camera shoots to Canada, who is sitting alone.]
  • Canada: I'm still here. And I hate to complain, but no one even bothered to ask my opinion.
  • Kumajiro: Who are you?
  • Canada: I'm Canada.
Is There Somewhere..

Jackson Wang scenario ~ angst/.5% makeup

Inspired by Is There Somewhere by Halsey, lyrics will be used during the story 

Requested: Yes 

T.W.  implied sex, heartbreak

A.N. Rather long since I serious am lacking on posting all my request. They will all be up soon.

Enjoy xx

The dim morning light shined through your window as it hit your face, though on the outside you shined bright, on the inside you were a mess. You turned to face the ceiling as it became a routine every morning you started to relive the painful memories that you had of the person you use to love. It felt as if you were trapped into it with no way of forgetting it but still wanting something more with him.

Seven months ago

You were dancing in your tube socks in our hotel room,
Flashing those eyes like highway signs.
Light one up and hand it over, rest your head upon my shoulder.
I just wanna feel your lips against my skin.

You never knew you would be doing such a thing like this with your best friend. Never was there any feelings between the two of you, just the ones where the both of you could consider each other as close best friends. Always by each other’s side, through the heartbreaks, the new partners, the feeling of not being wanted. Time and time again you stuck by each other even when it seemed as though you two wouldn’t stay friends.

It was until one day where he had gotten his heart broken once again, you felt something different within yourself this time. You couldn’t fully understand what it was but you knew one thing for sure was that you wanted to be with him. You wanted to end this painful heart break of his. You wanted him.

That feeling couldn’t find any escape but time went by and it seemed to have faded away. So it seemed like it did.

Every month you would go visit your extended family, (aunts, uncles, cousins etc), in a city that were 3 hours away from yours because family meant a lot for you. The only close people you did ever grow up with was your parents, siblings and your best friend. They loved when you came to visit because you constantly reminded them no matter how far away someone is they’ll be there to see you in a heartbeat.

It came close to the time for you to leave with him. You invited him to get his mind off of things. The two of you only in a car for three hours it seemed like you could do it but little did you know would happen next.

Once you arrived to the city you spent more than half the day with your family. He was quiet and loving just like he always did. Sly smiles and quick glances is all that you had between the both of you during this time. Your family loved him and asked if you two were together. As that feeling you had for him began to rise once again, he quickly denied it. There wasn’t enough space for your family to have the both of you over so you head to a hotel that wasn’t two far from them but still near the heart of the city. You’ve always shared a room and slept in the same bed just platonically like always but tonight you knew something more was going to happen.

“Jackson can you stop dancing like an idiot and come help me figure out how to work the tv.” You just wanted to watch a movie but the remote stopped working.

“You always need me don’t you?” He inched closer to you found his comfortable spot. Right next to you, with his head on your shoulder. He put on the movie you wanted to watch but neither of you were fully watching it. His eyes were looking at you, your face, your body. You felt his gaze burning against your skin causing you to feel flustered but not wanting to show it. All you wanted was his lips right on yours.

White sheets, bright lights, crooked teeth, and the night life.
You told me this is right where it begins.
But your lips hang heavy underneath me.
And I promised myself I wouldn’t let you complete me.

The movie came to an end, you put on another one to get the feelings to pass but they wouldn’t budge. He knew what you were thinking and as you looked at him, the both of you nodded your head in approval. Thats where everything went from there. The sheets became a tangled mess, as the city lights from outside your window seemed to dim down.

“ Are you sure about this y/n? This is the start of something else. Something different.” As he spoke you felt his warm breath in your face. The look in your eye gave him the reassurance on what the two of you were doing, but he wanted to hear the words from you instead. 


Five months ago

I’m trying not to let it show, that I don’t want to let this go.
Is there somewhere you can meet me?
‘Cause I clutched your arms like stairway railings.
And you clutched my brain and eased my ailing.

Holding back the tears seemed like the hardest thing you ever could do. He was leaving you. Leaving you just like he left the others. With the others he would leave them rather quickly not giving them a full explanation, but it was different with you. Everything was different with you.

He gave the explanation of how he finally will be able to achieve his dream and pursue the career of music but it would involve of him leaving. Leaving behind family, friends, and you. 

“I need to focus on this right now and maybe in the future if the feelings are still there we could give this another try. I can’t let this opportunity just go by.” You clutched his arms ready to scream that you needed him with you. Though you were together he was still your best friend. You mustered up the courage to say what you wanted to say but all that came out of your mouth was a faint quiet “okay.”

One month ago

You’re writing lines about me; romantic poetry.
Your girl’s got red in her cheeks, ‘cause we’re something she can’t see.
And I try to refrain but you’re stuck in my brain.
And all I do is cry and complain because second’s not the same.

His songs were constantly on replay. He produced and wrote them. Every lyric was a stabbing pain in your heart. He never left your mind yet how could he? Before you two were something serious there was years of friendship. You tried to think of the time of when you were younger but pain would overcome you. You finally realized that you would always have been in love with Jackson just never fully admitted what it was. 

The entertainment news kept saying he was dating another idol. He moved on rather quickly, while you were still longing for his touch, for him to be with you. You assumed she knew all about you because those lyrics couldn’t have been for her. You would cry to yourself but you soon had no more tears to cry.

Present time

I’m sorry but I fell in love tonight.
I didn’t mean to fall in love tonight.
You’re looking like you fell in love tonight.
Could we pretend that we’re in love?

You were still highly devastated but that’s what life was, dealing with whatever happens to you good or bad. You never wanted to fall in love with him, never wanted to be this vulnerable before. You thought he was different but you were wrong. His love hurt you. He hurt you but all you wanted was him. 

The sun was shining bright now and you could feel the warmth hit your face. You felt you phone go off. You had to re read the message over and over again but each time you felt your heart drop further and further down.

“Hi y/n this is Jackson I got a new phone number but I wanted to let you know that I’ll be going back home sometime soon. Is it okay if I go see you.. I would like to talk to you..”

All you could reply was “..okay”

#2 Periods

Requested: Yes, the anon here did.

Words: 1496


You were laying on the couch waiting for your favorite show to come on. Honestly, that’s what you told yourself. But you weren’t even on the right channel. Your uterus was about to explode and that hurt, so you didn’t want to reach over to get the remote. But watching the horses was cool, too?
You had been on the couch all day, not really eating anything, because that included you moving from the couch. You knew Ashton would be home soon and he could be in a good mood or in a crap mood. Sometimes it went really well in the studio, he came home with that lovely smile of his, and he’d tell you all about it. But some days were the complete opposite. He would be tired and annoyed. Sometimes he wouldn’t even notice you, but just went straight to bed. It was annoying at times, because some days you prepared dinner, and he just went straight to the bedroom and passed out as a light. As you were thinking about these things, you heard the door creaked and then it was slammed a second later. You saw Ashton coming into the living room with a grumpy expression, but his face changed the second he saw you.

“You look pale, “ he established. You mumbled quietly at his comment. You weren’t feeling that well either. You didn’t like taking medicine for cramps, but today it was necessary. But the power of pills might have died out after the fourth hour on the couch. “Did you get anything to eat today? “

You shook your head. Ashton had bangs underneath his eyes. He was clearly longing after his bed.
“You can go to sleep. It’s okay. It’s only cramps. “ You said with a smile that wasn’t sincere. Ashton went the opposite way of the bedroom. He came back with a plate of cold pizza from yesterday and a whole bar of dark chocolate. He moved your feet so there was a place for him to sit at the end of the couch.

“No. You gotta eat, “ he said smiling. “Periods sucks, huh? “

“Like you would know. “ You said not caring about the food he put on the table. He chuckled.

“Get up sweetie. “ He moved so he could kiss your forehead. And you did. Because you felt better near his presence. He was like your own medicine.


You were just lying in the bunk. The cramps were coming and you were trying to find a position where you could actually fall asleep. You were going early to bed because of that damn period. Of course, it had to happened, but you really didn’t like it – especially on the bus. The guys were still playing in the arena, so you could hear the vague punkmusic playing, which actually were calming. You were so close to sleep tight, but then the boys came barging, waking you up. They’re were all four full of adrenaline which made them noisy and yelling. The headache were getting bigger and bigger as you heard Michael desperately trying to be the loudest.

“Y/N!” You heard Calums’ soft voice more clear than any other voices.

“In here! “ You yelled back, letting him know you were in his bunk.  You heard footsteps toward the bunk as you took yourself to your head, like that would miraculously cure the period headache. Calum rolled the curtain away so the sharp light made you scrunch your nose. Calum kissed your nose as a hello.

“You ok, babe? “ he asked with sweat trickle on his forehead. You shook your head with a sigh.

“If you get any closer, I will eat you. “ you said with a serious face, always meaning your words. Calum quickly figured out what was wrong. He kissed your lips, even though he barely touched them. You closed your eyes because you just wanted the loud band to go away and let you sleep. However, you knew that you couldn’t tell them to go away like that of their own tour bus.

Calums face showed up again. “The boys are gonna go out tonight. We wanted to invite you, but I’m guessing on a no? “ You nodded at his words. He looked towards the boys, that were out of your eyesight.
“Okay. I’ll stay here and we’ll watch a movie. “

“Calu-“ Before you could finish he interrupted you.

“Not because of you, dumbass. Because I want to watch a movie. And I’m tired. “ You sighed at his horrible lie, but let him stay. You wanted him anyway. You didn’t like people when you were on your period, but when it was Calum, it wasn’t bad.


You woke up feeling like crap. Headaches, cramps, backaches just to mention a few. Periods were the worst. You hated them, but your rockstar of a boyfriend almost hated them more. Growing up, he only had brothers which almost made him scared of the word; menstruation. But he had gotten better. Still wouldn’t buy tampons for you, but he could take you mentioning it.

You were lying on your phone in the bed, Luke quietly waking up beside you.

“Hey honey. “ His tired raspy voice almost made you want to jump on him and sex him up, but again… period. “Do you wanna make some breakfast? I’m hungry. “ That ruined it

“No. “ you said kinda annoyed. He knew that you were on your period. You told him.

“Please. “ You shook your head, answering no again. “Please. “ And then he started poking you. You ignored him, giving him the silent treatment.  “WHY? “ he asked a couple of times, without you answering him. He grew more and more annoying. You didn’t know what to answer. You just didn’t want to make food.

“Make it yourself, Luke. “ you mumbled, getting out of bed and moving towards the closet.

“Is it because you’re on your period? “ BAM! You turned your head. Poor Luke, he didn’t know what to say and what not to say to a grown woman.

“I don’t know, Luke. IS IT? “ You turned your head towards him, and he looked so innocent, almost so you couldn’t scold him. But you continued. “Because YES, my uterus is right now trying to get out by cutting in my belly, giving me cramps. My back choose to not let the cramps be alone on the hurt, and now my back hurts! And my brain apparently can’t take all of that, so I have the worst headache ever! “

Luke slowly crawled into the white duvets, making him almost disappear. “But NO, that’s not why I don’t  want to make you breakfast. It’s because you’re a lazy little shit who can’t even make breakfast for himself!! “ You yelled standing by Lukes feet.

Luke moved his way out of bed and moved close to you. You looked up at the tall boy with messy hair.
“I’m sorry love. I didn’t know it was that bad, jeez. I’ll make you some breakfast and you’ll stay in bed, okay? “

Michael: FOOD

Normally it wouldn’t be bad-bad. You would normally get your period, curse a bit to yourself and move on with your life. Sometimes you would even workout on your period. But this time was bad. And when you told Michael he insisted on staying home with you, but you wouldn’t agree wit it. So he went to the studio and you were sitting on the couch with aspirin and your favorite show, which was okay for you. You called in sick for work.

But of course Michael came bursting in, 20 minutes after he left the apartment. You sighed deeply, making sure he knew that you didn’t want to discuss it.

“Yeah, but listen to me, please. “ He walked towards you on the couch, since you just were sitting with your eyes glued on the TV. “The boys don’t really need me today, “ you furrowed your eyebrows at that comment, but let it slide. “I brought like six different kind of candy, chips and chocolate. “ He held up a bag from Target, which made a smile appear on your face. “And we’re gonna order pizza and watch any chick flicks you want to. No scary movies, I promise. “ He smirked because he knew you couldn’t say no now that he actually thought about it.

“Fine. “ you nodded with a smile so big, it almost made it impossible to say anything. Michael threw the Target bag filled with unhealthy stuff on the coffee table and tossed himself onto the couch, putting an arm around you.

“I already ordered the pizza, by the way. I knew you were gonna say yes. “ Michael said with a shrug smile without looking at you. You laughed at his confident attitude and couldn’t help but think about how lucky you were.

A/N: Okay, so this took a longer period of time than I though, but here it is. And just request something, because otherwise I’m gonna start making stuff up and thats hard ;) It’s becoming a daily thing, I think. so…. follow? if u want to… you prob dont :D idk.

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what just happened

movie: the maze runner
character: newt/reader x reader/newt
rating: comical, bit fluffy references to smut
plot: a strange device turns up in the glade that swaps bodies over unfortunately two best mates end up swapping bodies and have to try to act like each other till they work out how to get back 

newts pov

the glade was quie like normal now i was putting the tools back in the shed from gardening today when i hear a voice behind me “evening shuck face” the female voice says i know who it is my best friend here Y/N technically she did just insult me but thats what he do and before anyone thinks anything no i don’t like her as more than a friend sort of alright i do its the only girl how can i not “evening klunk brain” i say in reply turning to face her we both then walk of to get some dinner sitting with minho, thomas and chuck just discussing normal stuff till the alarm for the box went of it’s late today we all run over as the box opens there’s not much in it just one small thing in the bottom alby jumps down and gets it its a small metal object looks odd like nothing i’ve ever seen before there’s a note on it that alby reads out “this should mix stuff up a bit, two people alone together in a space then activate” he reads 
“so who’s gonna see what it is” gally asks at my side 
“suggest Y/N she’s good with the weird stuff” i say its true using the window into the maze Y/N analysed the grievers helping us to understand them she was good with weird stuff  
“sure” alby says passing it to her “but on no condition activate it” at that everyone begins to disperse after a while of talking to some of the guys i look around for Y/N but she’s not around she must be in her room with the thing so i bid the guys goodnight and go up to her room in the homestead i don’t bother knocking  as i often don’t and just walk in and sit on the bed she’s working with the thing on her desk looking deep in her work “hey” i say

“hi” she replys not turning or even moving at all

“so what you found out about the thing” i ask 

“nothing” she replied

“what do you mean nothing” i ask

“i have found out nothing” she says turning to face me “this thing is sealed shut i cant open it there’s no clue as to what it is now get out” she says

“why” i ask

“because apparently two people in a room makes this do something i don’t what to activate it by accident with you in here as well newt i don’t have a clue what it will do” she says

“well how do you activate it” i ask

“from what i can tell each person holds a end of it press the button on the top and it does something” she says 

“well why don’t we try” i say

“no you heard alby on no condition are we to activate it” she says

“but if there’s nothing more to do why not try if it messes up we learn if alby asks it went of by accident” i say

after a long time of Y/N obviously thinking “what the hell” she says standing up with the object in her hand we both take one end of it and stand ready to find out what the hell it does she presses the button and i blacked out oh god please don’t say im dead oh Y/N you killed us or maybe not my eyes clear and i stand but everything seems strange different i can’t quiet but my finger on it though i look at my self to see if i have and injuries and what the hell i have tits what the bloody hell i look around the room to see a boy tall blonde laying on the floor passed out he then wakes up and looks at me confused “oh god” he laughs but its Y/N’s voice “im in your body and your in mine brilliant” he/she says

“what the hell thats me” i ask

“yeah newt this is what you look like” im just gonna go with Y/N says

“what then im in you” i ask

“yeah, now get over here and lets get back to our real bodies” Y/N says

we both then get the device and hold it like we had before i press the button and nothing Y/N then pressed the button and nothing “please don’t tell me this is happening”Y/N says

“what, what what’s happening” i ask

“if my assumption is right were stuck like this we can’t change back” Y/N says 

“then what are we gonna do” i ask

“i think we will have to stay like this till i can work out how to get us back” Y/N  says sitting back down on the chair working with the thing again i just sit back on the bed busy admiring this new form running these hands around everywhere to see what this bodys like i cant help but stare at this new chest 

“NEWT”Y/N shouts

“what” i ask

“stop it” Y/N says very annoyed 

“stop what” i ask

“stop staring” Y/N says

“ im not staring im investigating” i reply 

“well cut it out, you’re not gonna have that body for long so just sit quietly and dont touch anything” Y/N says very angry how can i just sit quietly i have time in the body of a girl how can i not be curious i’ve never seen any girl but Y/N   well i probably have i just don’t remember.

“i cant help it Y/N im curious im sure you are” i say to Y/N

“no im not newt, i don’t care about what your body looks like i have to work on getting us back into our right bodys before you get a bit too curious” Y/N  says sighing and yawning obviously tired

“if you want we can go to sleep and work all day tomorrow” i say

“fine but we both have to stay here we can’t risk someone finding out what’s happened” Y/N  said standing up and walking over to be sat on the bed beside me or well her this is confusing 

“so how are we gonna do this” i ask

“i dont know i hope i can fix us tomorrow but if i can we need some rules as we don’t know how long its gonna take” Y/N says

“fine” i answer

“first hands off at all times for both of us no exploring okay

two we need a alibi as to why we will be spending so much time together and sleeping in the same room i suggest we are fake dating” Y/N says well i like that idea 

“fine were fake dating” i say rather happy about it i then move so im leaning against the headboard making a face to try and tell Y/N to join me in bed but Y/N just gets up and lays on the floor whatever this is gonna go well isnt it.

time skip

i was woken up by Y/N in my body a strange thing to wake up to she was shaking me frantically obviously somethings happened “what, did you work out how to get us back” i ask

“no slightly more important problem” Y/N said panicking

“way wow okay slow down that problem” i ask

“i need to bathroom” Y/N says

“so” i ask a tad confused as to the problem 

“do you need reminding newt im in your body your in mine” Y/N says 

“no i know that what’s the problem okay sure you need to bathroom so go” i say

“newt, think about what the problem may be” Y/N says

“no explain” i say

“one: the bathroom is a load of guys with there junk out a place i have made a promise never to enter okay

secondly: i can’t use the bathroom i dont know how to” Y/N says 

“what do you mean you don’t know how to” i laugh

“i don’t know how to use the bathroom with this thing” Y/N says “it’s weird”

“hey you said hands of no exploring” i say a bit concerned of she’s seen it

“yes but i need the bathroom newt how do you guys do it” Y/N asks

“im not explaining” i say

Y/N pov

“im not explaining it” newt says

“why not” i ask

“because you shouldn’t have looked at it Y/N i didn’t look at any of your stuff last night did i” newt says

“no you had a very look look and a feel around didn’t you” i say

“i did not” newt says sounding in pain 

“what’s wrong now” i ask 

“i dont know just a lot of sudden pains” newt says putting his hand on the bottom of my stomach oh no if its what i think it is im not changing back yet a while if its what i think it is and by the date i would guess it is my period brilliant if newts getting it not me now i want to see him tell me im over reacting like he always does now he can see what i have to go though “is it like a sharp pain like someone stabbing you with lots of knives” i ask

“yeah” newt answers laying on the bed girping my stomach  

“okay i have a theory, drop your pants” i say

“WHAT” he says very alarmed

“newt its my body drop them” i say again

“why” he asks

“because i wont know the answer till you drop your pants” i say “but keep your eyes shut i don’t what you looking newt” i say 

“fine” he sighs before undoing the pants i always wear and shutting his eyes okay i know just from the state of my knickers i know yep i started this morning okay even if i fix the device im waiting till after this week so he gets to know what it feels like i then put the pants back properly “yep as i suspected” i say smirking

“what’s wrong with me or well you” he asks

“my body is on a period newt you have to deal with it because you always say i over dramatise it so you deal with it now” i laugh 

“oh god does it hurt this much every time” he complains

“yep plus your gonna be bleeding and mood swings and cravings al that good stuff” i laugh happy its not me

“what am i met to do Y/N “ he asks

“well you need pain killers, tampons and bed” i say

“right what the hell is a tampon” he asks very confused  i then walk over to a draw in my room and get on out and throw it at him i can tell by the look on my face he has no clue “you stick that up your well my downstairs and blood doesn’t go everywhere” i say

“ah” he says dropping it out of disgust

“or you can but a special sort of towel in your knickers” i say

“option two” he says 

well this is gonna be a fun few days isnt it i just hope i can fix this thing and get back to my body and i still need the bathroom i dont know how im gonna get around having to see it oh god im gonna have to see newts,,,,thing  

oh great.

Agent Carter's "Now is not the End" sentence starters
  • "I can't feel my feet."
  • "Thanks, by the way. You lent it to me last night when you were at work."
  • "Well, do not hold your breath."
  • "You know, there's a difference between being an independent woman and a spinster."
  • "Is it the Shoes?"
  • "Clock out, pull the curtains and sleep, _______'s orders"
  • "If I don't see you, remember, we're going to movies on saturday. I have the night off."
  • "I'll try. You know how busy the office keeps me."
  • "Darling, you have no idea."
  • "Love the hat!"
  • "May I ask you a question?"
  • "I wasn't talking to you."
  • "You owe the lady an apology."
  • "Well that's another thing we have in common."
  • "And what kind of thing is that, ________, the alphabet? I can teach you. Let's start with words begining with A."
  • "Thanks kid."
  • "Adios, auf wiedersehen, aloha."
  • "You could eat him/her with a spoon."
  • "I know, I should have called first."
  • "Did you miss me?"
  • "Let's face it--- I invented it, so it works."
  • "Nice to see you too, ____."
  • "If you need me, call any time before nine."
  • "What happens at nine?"
  • "My wife/husband and I go to bed."
  • "You're new to espionage aren't you?"
  • "What now, Miss/Mr. _______?"
  • "Now, I go to work."
  • "Is that how you did it in [Put a location name here]?"
  • "Sometimes, other times you brought a tank."
  • "This is field agent zone."
  • "It's okay, _____. Let her/him stay, maybe she/he'll learn something."
  • "I wonder if I may request a sick day."
  • "Got a headache?"
  • "It looks like a lady is looking to dance."
  • "I'm a fraid I'd only step on your toes."
  • "Let's make this a game; you seem like you might like games."
  • "That was a bit premature."
  • "I promised my wife a souffle."
  • "Fancy a dance?"
  • "Well, what can I say? It is every woman's right."
  • "Wow, ________. You look like a million bucks."
  • "Wait---- Were you out, out?"
  • "How about if you tell me all about it--- in the morning?"
  • "I seem to have an habit of losing people closest to me."
  • "Perhaps 'losing' is too nice a word--- I get them killed."
  • "But was it worth it?"
  • "Where does your wife/husband think you are right now?"
  • "Well I imagine that's quite believeable."
  • "You have no idea."
  • "I can assure you I don't do this often."
  • "______, you're one of the lucky ones."
  • "Keep your eyes open."
  • "That's far enough!"
  • "Tell me his/her name or so help me god, I'll blow us both to hell!"
  • "You're not gonna like the future."
  • "________, do you think you could move the car around?"
  • "Could you slightly more specific?"
  • "Don't you want to get in?"
  • "We're on the middle of something here, ________."
  • "So we're looking for an angry blond. Have you called my house?"
  • "And there's when my promotion comes in."
  • "You did very well, _______. Your wife/husband will be very proud."
  • "She/He must never ever know..."
  • "To be perfectly honest, I'm not sure I will sleep for days."
  • "Your brains ain't your best feature."
  • "Do we understand each other?"
  • "You're quite right, ________ is an excelent choice."
My Life as an INTP

Name: Elle 


Enneagram: 5w6, 9w1, 4w5.  

I wasn’t going to do one of these, but I thought why not. (I may or may not later regret this decision.) I found MBTI back in 2010, and types that I have given serious consideration to since (aka mistyped myself as) include: INFJ, ISFJ, INFP, ENTP. But if anyone thinks I’ve mistyped myself again, please let me know.

Dominate Introverted Thinking (Ti): 

Well, I have a love, a need, basically an uncontrollable urge to analyze everything. EVERYTHING. (And it doesn’t help that sometimes I experience anxiety relating to my sometimes obsessive analysis which then equals OCD, but that’s a story for another day.) 

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Okay, so I’ve been on tumblr for a while now and Taylor’s been following me for FIVE MONTHS TODAY [IM DYING RIGHT NOW] now so I thought it was about time that I told you guys my story (like why taylor means the world to me and all that stuff)!

Okay, so for those of you who don’t know, my name is Caitlin and I live in Southern California! Sooo.. I had a really hard time in elementary school and middle school because most of my school was one race, and I wan’t the same as them so they thought I was “weird” or “different”. Because of this was hard finding friends who cared about me, just for being me and those that I did find ALWAYS had someone who was “better” than me. Nobody, and I mean nobody, put me first. At first this didn’t really get to me.. but after a few years I felt so alone. I always turned to music because it was the only thing that was constantly there for me along with my mom. When I was about 10 years old, I remember watching the Hannah Montana movie and seeing Taylor, and thats the first moment I remember being like “oh my god… that girl is going to be my idol” (of course I had listened to tay long long before, but never connected on such a deep level being so young). I listened to her albums for a month straight until I knew every word, and then my mom got tickets to the Speak Now tour. I had such an amazing night and it made me forget about anything bad that had ever happened in my life. The next couple years, I still had a hard time with never being enough for any of my friends. They would always choose someone instead of me because they were skinnier or prettier or funnier, but I always had taylor to come home to (music wise) and this is probably the only thing that got me through those years– they made those years worth living. With taylor being on tumblr now, and following me (which I still have NO CHILL over) and her seeing my posts and replying “yes dear,” it makes me feel like I’m worth something. I’ve made so many friends on tumblr [especially my two “older sisters” badbloodmadmadlove and clearblue–water AND one of my best friends protectingswift well as MANY MANY others] because of Taylor and each and every one of you makes me feel like I AM enough and that is so special to me. I’m now 15 and a *going to be* Sophomore in high school, and I’m known as “that Taylor Swift girl” which I find totally awesome. I’m known for something/ someone who has always been there for me and who has changed my life and I cannot even thank taylor enough. My life will NEVER be the same because of the experiences I’ve had because of tumblr; it has opened my eyes to the world around me in both positive and negative ways and I’m so glad to say that Taylor has been a part of that (ALL POSITIVE FROM YOU TAY I PROMISE I LOVE YOU OKAY BAE).

Taylor, if you’re reading this.. I want you to know how special you make me feel. All those thoughts of my friends making me feel like I’m ‘not enough’ have gone away because of you. I know you might just think I’m some weird 15 year old who you casually see on tumblr once in a while and makes these weird emo posts and crazy videos– which you haven’t seen YET–, but to me I see you more as a best friend than someone who has won 7 grammys. You’ve made the last 7 years of my life amazing, and those are years I will never be able to find a way to repay you for, like ever. But in all seriousness, you are such an inspiration and I hope one day I can thank you in person for everything you’ve done for me, as well as give you a HUGE hug! You mean more to me than words could ever describe, or that my brain could ever put into words so I’m so sorry if this is a jumbled mess. I love you to the moon and back, forever and always!


PS: I’ll be at the 1989 tour August 21 and 26 in LA  (and maaaybeeee the San Diego Show August 29)

100percentsassy  asked:

Prompts! 1. Louis is an actor doing a very artistic bare butt scene, and Harry is the lighting tech who has to figure out how to light his butt properly. 2. Marcel, a uni student, is required to take a phys ed class to graduate. Optional: he decides on ballroom dance because it seems the least physical. 3. Harry and Louis, soap opera actors who barely know each other bc one of them is new, have 15 min to rehearse a last minute scene that's just been changed to include a passionate surprise kiss!

I have chosen prompt #1.  The butt lighting prompt!!! 

“Um,” Harry squeaked.  He swallowed heavily and took a step back from the actor in front of him, ducking at the last second to narrowly avoid banging his head on the light he had just positioned.  “You’re – You’re, um, you’re not a stand-in…”

“Nope!” Louis Tomlinson replied, cheerfully, his eyes bright as he watched Harry bumble about.  

Louis Tomlinson, movie star.  Harry thought, his heart pounding.  Louis Tomlinson, Oscar Nominee.  Louis Tomlinson, the primary source of your great, teenage sexual awakening.  

Harry avoided eye contact and crossed the small set to fiddle with the diffuser in front of his soft lighting source, even though it definitely didn’t need to be fiddled with anymore at this point.  His hands started to shake when Louis trailed after him, his gaze intent on Harry’s face.   

“Were you expecting one?” Louis asked, leaning in even closer.  “A stand-in?”  

“What? Um, No… No,” Harry mumbled.  His fingers felt like slippery hot dogs on the light stand he was now moving around for absolutely no real reason at all.  “Well.  Yes. Yes, I was,” he admitted.  

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apocalypticloveandrage  asked:

So I saw this youmakemesoangry/tumblr/com/post/136071002719/kynimdraws-draw-your-otp-in-these and I couldn't help but think yea obviously stiles would be in the sin shirt, leaving Derek to be in the black shirt which I couldn't help but think it could be Stiles saying "Listen, you're gonna wear this until you get it through your think skull" and even though Derek's giving him the look (the one thats just a strained "Stiles") his eyes have such a fond look to it like thanks wow ok UGH the feelsss


Oh my god, I am so sorry, my brain just went in entirely different direction with this and I APOLOGISE but I need to get it out now. 

Imagine some sort of college party that’s held at the beginning of every year for people to go to and hook up at. Like, this is held for people who just want to let go and fool around and get laid who maybe find it really difficult to meet new people. There are just two rules: you can pressure anyone into sex if they don’t want it, and two, you have to wear a t-shirt telling everyone if you are a virgin/inexperienced/find it hard to meet people, or if you are there to help people have a good time. The “sin” t-shirts are for those who want to help people have a good time, bring them out of their shell. The “not guilty” t-shirts are for everyone else. 

Okay, so enter Stiles wearing the “sin” t-shirt. He loves sex, but what he loves even more is helping people feel comfortable in their bodies. Stiles still isn’t the most secure of people, he still kind of hates his body and suffers from low self esteem, but it’s gotten better since college and if he can help anyone feel better about themselves, he is going to do it. He may be an asshole a lot of the time, but he gets feeling insecure. He gets the need to be loved and liked. He gets wanting to be wanted. 

And then enter Derek, wearing a “not guilty” t-shirt. Everyone thinks when Derek turns up at the party he’s going to be wearing a “sin” t-shirt because this is Derek-bad-boy-Hale. Derek has a reputation. He wears leather jackets and doesn’t hang out with anyone except a select group of people and generally glares at anyone who tries to talk to him. There is also something to do with a fire in his story, but there are so many rumours about that people just make up their own minds about it.  

Everyone is actually kind of afraid to approach Derek, and the ones who try just get glared at. Stiles knows about Derek, of course he does, they used to live in the same town. He knows about the fire, hates the way people talk about it like it’s some super cool mystery and maybe now and again starts arguments with people who talk shit about Derek. Because he knows Derek, okay? He knows what kind of guy he used to be, what kind of guy he is now, and Stiles likes both. Far more than he would like to admit. And maybe Stiles goes up to Derek, just to say hi, not thinking it’s going to go anywhere, but then Derek…he just kind of melts and gets really shy??? Stiles smiles and he ducks his head, frowning slightly, but Stiles is close enough to see the blush on his cheeks and…well…somehow they end up back at Stiles’ apartment. 

And at first there is kissing, there is touching and panting…but then Derek notices Stiles’ collection of DVDS. He notices his Hitchcock collection and gets really excited because Derek loves Hitchcock, okay?, He’s seen very single movie and even though his movies are famous, he’s never met anyone before who loves him too. And maybe they get to talking about their favourites and end up watching all the Jimmy Stewart ones because they both really love Jimmy Stewart.

And instead of sex, cuddling happens and popcorn and blankets. And that’s how they fall asleep half way through watching Rear Window and it’s perfect. And then they somehow just start…dating, and Derek makes Stiles feel good about himself for a change, and Stiles makes sure Derek is treated right and still gives hell to anyone who tries to touch or bad mouth his boyfriend. 

And of course Derek gets Stiles to wear the “sin” t-shirt sometimes because he gets stupidly adorably turned on by it, especially when it’s wet. Stiles ends up doing one of those cheesy water bottle strip teases - he only ends up choking a little bit- and Derek laughs but not in a mean way. His erection doesn’t even flag as Stiles walks towards him, eyes stinging a little- he probably shouldn’t have used flavoured water- and, yeah, just this, forever. Easy, happy, being good for each other in all the right ways. Always. 

Just happy. 

anonymous asked:

Can you do Harry and Ginny and ♖:Having their hair washed by your muse? one of them washing each other's hair :)

I know that the haircut scene is movie-verse only but BEAR WITH.

Harry had never really given much thought to washing his hair. When he’d been very young, Aunt Petunia had washed it for him, which had mostly involved yanking and tugging and very cold water and stinging chemicals in his eyes. As soon as he was old enough to open the shampoo bottles by himself, she’d made him wash his own hair and, like brushing his teeth or putting on clothes every morning, it just because a practical task, something that was just done, nothing special.

At least until two weeks after the war’s end, when Ginny had fixed his hair with a Look over the breakfast table and told him that today she was going to sort it out, once and for all. His time on the run had left it tangled, knotted and dirty, and even living back in a proper house with actual sanitation (a luxury he still wasn’t over) it hadn’t recovered yet. Physically, the rest of his wounds were well on their way to healing: he’d been lucky, in the end, to escape with mostly superficial injuries to his body. His mind was a different story, however, and his hair seemed to want to reflect that. It looked as terrible as his nightmares felt. No matter how much he washed it, it would not get clean. It was as though his hair was trying to be a metaphor for his whole mind, he tried to explain to Ginny.

“Alright, Lady Macbeth,” she said, filling a bowl with warm water.

She led him out onto the yard, sitting him in a garden chair and wrapping a towel around his neck. Then, she got to work. She rinsed and shampooed his hair over and over, working her fingers through the knots and tangles with such ease and gentleness that it was almost like having a massage, so far removed was it from the rough scrubbings Aunt Petunia used to give him. She was tender and patient but thorough, and as she rinsed, again and again and again, Harry felt as though it was more than just his hair she was fixing.

The water stayed at just the right temperature, warm but not too hot, and she was using her own shampoo, the smell comfortingly familiar to him. The sun warmed his face, and the only sounds he could hear were the chickens clucking around them in the garden, the occasional bumblebee humming lazily past them. They were the only two people in this world, and if he closed his eyes, he could pretend, just for a moment, that everything that had happened, hadn’t.

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