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Normani doing what she does best, seeking out any camera when a 25 mile radius

A brand new ladder appeared in my yard.

Let me back up a little.

Look, I’m no storyteller, I’m just a high school kid living in literal hell on earth right now. I’m going to try to tell you my story exactly the way it happened, and I really, really hope some of you can help me.

I work in an AMC theater at the local mall. My parents got me the job since they know the owner. The mall itself is a shithole waiting to be turned either into a parking lot or a Costco. I mean, most of the stores are closed and our theater is the only business getting some traffic.

I started working at this AMC about 9 months ago. It pays shit, $11/hr, but I get to see all the movies and eat free stale popcorn, so it’s not totally bad. Unrelated, but one thing I found strange was that we were always closed on Thursdays. Nobody knew why, and my manager told me it’s always been like that, so I never questioned it.

So last week, we all get called into a team meeting where the manager tells us that someone has to work Thursday night. He said the orders came from the top and we had to be open that day. I look around and nobody’s volunteering. Shit, I could use the extra cash, so I raise my hand.

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Excerpts from interview with Johan “Shellback” Schuster (from 2015)

His artist name Shellback is fittingly from professor Shellback in the Swedish cartoon Bamse - a logical and technical genius that has a solution for everything. And also a person that sleeps a lot at his workplace and may seem a bit absent. 

A more intelligible way to understand how Johan thinks is to listen to his works. “Shake It Off” with Taylor Swift was, together with Megan Trainor’s “All About That Bass”, the song that dominated the year of pop music in 2014. If you haven’t heard “Shake It Off” a hundred times you are obviously allergic to electricity.

Anyone who thinks there is a formula for pop hit records is a sloppy listener. The songwriters and artists that try to sound like the others on the charts can become successful - for a while - but they soon fall into oblivion. On the contrary, the biggest songs are those that break the norm, the ones that do not follow any rules other than gut feeling.

Shake It Off (billboard #1 for 4 weeks) didn’t sound like any other modern hit song at the time of its release. The song starts with a five second long drum intro - old fashioned acoustic drums - something that is unheard of on commercial radio.

It is Johan playing the drums on Shake It Off. It is also Johan playing guitar, bass, keyboard and shouting in the background.

Songwriting on Shake It Off is credited to Shellback, Max Martin (Johan’s discoverer and mentor) and Taylor herself.

Johan further explains:
-  Shake It off was the next to last song we recorded for the album. The other was actually Blank Space (billboard #1 for 7 weeks). With Taylor one can work very quickly, sometimes we wrote a song a day. When we met 6 months after our first session we felt like there was a type of song missing.

How do you know that?
-  Basically it’s a kind of pleasing frustration. How good everything feels. We’re home, we have everything we need. But, at the same time… a feeling of… something missing. Something that breaks from the other stuff. Something more light-hearted. Pharrell had just released Happy and that song was on our minds. When we worked with Taylor on the last album, which was the first time she didn’t write everything herself, we did We Are Never Ever Getting Back Together. It had a different feel than her other songs. It had a more fun and flirty feel to it. We felt that maybe we needed a song like that.

-  Taylor usually has a solid idea when she comes in, but this time we had nothing. It is also uncommon for Martin and me to work that way. We usually come well prepared to a session. So we just sat there. What the hell do we do now? We started playing music to each other to get reference points. Someone that happened to be me said, how about doing something in the same tempo as Hey Ya by Outkast? Something faster and more drum based?

-  In the studio there was a drum kit set up and ready to go. I went in and played something just for fun. We later on used that very recording for the song. What you hear is played live. We really thought of it as a sketch - all right, now we have a tempo to work on - but it often happens that you keep the demo even though it isn’t perfect, since there is more feeling in it. Martin was humming something, Taylor was humming something else. There was a mellotron. I found a brass sound and started playing something really bad on purpose (duh duh duh, exactly what is heard on Shake It Off). Martin instantly said: “That is awesome”. If he had not said that I would have moved on and tried something else. 

-  What we had didn’t really feel like chorus chords, but just as we were packing up for the day Taylor wrote a falling melody that sounded really hooky. We still didn’t know what it was. Is it a chorus? A verse? Me and Martin listened to it in the car on the way home and we were shaking our heads. Is this good? Is it shit? The next day after we had slept on it, which is the best thing you can do, we realized that we had been humming it all morning. The rest of the song wrote itself very naturally. Taylor wrote the lyrics in 30 minutes.

It is an incredibly clever lyric, a comment to her life situation as a tabloid target.
-  She is a hell of a writer, personal and broad at the same time. And the speed of it is unreal. I don’t get how she does it. If I was to write about my life it would be the most boring lyric in the world (starts singing the Shake It Off melody): “I go to the studio every day…”

Before It’s Too Late (part 5)

Summary: Bucky starts dating a girl from his History of Art class. The only problem: you’re in love with him. College AU.

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Warnings: just some good ol’ fluff

A/N: gonna put some pictures in here, hope ya don’t mind :)

“What did you get Nat?”

“These earrings she’s been dying to have.” You say. “I got them a while back for her. They’re in my bag at home.”

Bucky sighed. “What do I get her? She’s so picky.”

“I dunno. Something she likes?”

“That’s the problem; I don’t know what she likes.” He lets out a groan. “Fuck it, I’m just gonna get her a cheap ass necklace.”

You shake your head, following him to the jewelry section.

“Which one should I get… hmm…” he scanned the necklaces. “Should I get her an elephant one or the one with the letter ‘N’ on it?” before you could share your thoughts he hummed. “I’m gonna get the one with the ‘N’ on it. Maybe she’ll think it’s meaningful or something.”

You laugh and look down at your list of names while Bucky tosses the necklace into his cart.

“Hey, what’d you get Sam?” you ask, looking up at your friend.

He grinned. “Shampoo and conditioner.”

“No you didn’t.”

“Yeah I did.” He reaches into his cart and shows the bottles to you. “Sam always complains about how we don’t have any ‘manly’ shampoo and conditioner in our apartment so I got him some.”

You snort. “You don’t have any manly shampoo and conditioner?”

“Nope. Steve and I use the one you use. You know, the one that smells really good?”

“Oh my god why.”

Bucky shrugs. “We like how it smells. Plus the ladies like how it smells too.”

You playfully roll your eyes and start walking away.

“What’d you get him?” Bucky questioned, coming up next to you.

“Ima get it right now.”

“Well what is it?”

“You’ll see.”

Bucky looks at his list as well before biting his bottom lip. “Alright well you go get that and I’m gonna get Peggy, Wanda, Tony, Clint and Vision’s gifts.”

“What’re you gonna get Vis?”

“Eh, I dunno. I heard he likes to paint so maybe I’ll get him some paints.” He shrugged.

“Ooo! We can go to Michaels for that and I can get him some canvases there!” you exclaim.

“Alright. Where are you gonna be so I can find you when I’m done?” he asked.

“Probably where the picture frames are.”

Bucky nods and with a salute he turns and walks in the opposite direction. You continue your way until you reach the photo printer and you smiled as you turned on your Bluetooth.

Bucky had just got done getting Clint’s gift and stretched before heading over to the picture frames where you said you’d be. He casually walked through the store in search for the isle which held the picture frames and smiled when he found it and you who was looking at some of them.

“Hey.” Bucky greeted.

“Hey.” You acknowledge him.

“So what’d you get Sam?”

“It’s in that little envelope thing.” You nod over to your cart and Bucky strolls over to it. He picks up the envelope and pulls out the pictures that were in it.

Bucky chuckled. “Aww this is the one I took.” he goes through the other two and his eyebrows knit together before looking up at you. “Y/N, you do know these three pictures are the same, right?”

You grab a picture frame and put it in your cart before smiling. “I know. One’s for Sam, one’s for Tony and one’s for Clint.”

“You’re a horrible gift-giver.” Bucky laughed as he put away the pictures.
“Getting a picture of me is the best gift of all.” You tell him. “You gotta admit, I’m pretty cute.”

The brunette smiled. “You are pretty cute, huh?”

That wasn’t the response you thought he’d give you. You were thinking more along the lines of “you’re sadly mistaken” or “actually I’m pretty cute, not you”. Taken aback you stare at him, not knowing what to say or how to continue that conversation. Bucky stares at you as well, a shy smile on his face like he realized what he had just said. The tall man looks away and you clear your throat.

“Alright so I’m pretty much done here. I ran and got Bruce some science-y looking shirt now all I need is Steve and Vision.” You change the subject.
“What about Wanda and Peggy?”

“I got Wanda a gift card to Forever 21 yesterday when we went shopping and when we get home I have to order Peggy’s.” you respond.

“What’re you getting her?”

“The Anastasia Beverly Hills Modern Renaissance palette. She’s been dying for it.”

Bucky made a face. “The who?”

You roll your eyes. “It’s makeup.”

“Oh.” He scoffed. “You should’ve just said that to begin with.”

You chuckle and shake your head before nodding over to his cart. “What’d you get?”

Bucky grinned. “Well I got Wanda a pretty headband and I got Peggy red lipstick because she always wears red lipstick – oh! I got Tony a telescope but a cheap one and I got Clint a bow and arrow from the toy section.”

“You really don’t like spending money on your friends, huh Bucky?” you giggle, picking up the toy bow and arrow and examining it.

“What? I do. I’m just low on cash.”

“What’d you spend it on? Unnecessary things?”

Bucky puts his hands on his hips. “It’s none of your business.”

“Whatever, cheapskate. Let’s go and pay so we can go to Michaels and get Vis his things.”

After getting Vision his gifts you and Bucky went to Best Buy to get Steve his gift. Bucky was shocked when he saw you pick up a box with a record player on it.

“You didn’t.” he gasped as you turned to face him.

“I did.” You smiled.

After paying for it you both head home and carry everything up to your room. The two of you set everything in the corner before falling onto your bed.

“I still can’t believe you actually got him a record player.” Bucky breathed, turning to you.

“He’s been wanting one and I know he collects records so why not?” you shrug, turning Bucky’s way.

“I feel like a shitty friend now. I’ve known the punk basically my whole life and all I got him was socks.” He frowned.

“That’s what happens when you’re a cheapskate.” You murmur.

“Shut up.”

You laugh and Bucky breaks out in a smile. The two of you continue to look at each other, much similar to earlier in the store but it wasn’t long until Bucky broke the staring and silence.

“So, what’d you get me?”

You scoff. “I’m not telling you.”

“Why not?” he pouted.

“Because it’s a surprise.”

“But I wanna know now.”

“Fine. Tell me what you got me and then I’ll tell you.”


“Then I’m not telling you.” You shrug.

“Whatever, we’re staying here together so I’ll figure out what it is eventually.” He replied.

“I doubt it.”
Bucky hummed and stared at you, looking from your eyes to your nose then down to your lips where his gaze lingered longer. You shift and lay your head on your bed, causing a strand of hair to fall in your face but before you could move it, Bucky reached up and tucked it behind your ear. You inhaled sharply, his eyes piercing you and you tried to look away but you couldn’t.

His fingers slid down until they were on your cheek and his thumb caressed the skin under it. His eyes went back to your lips and he bit his own before slowly leaning in. You exhale slowly, watching him get closer and closer, your lips nearly touching and they would have if you hadn’t gasped and sat up.

“I uh… I have to go order the makeup for Peggy!” you exclaim, jumping up from the bed.

“Y/N.” he spoke softly, sitting up but you brushed him aside.

“The laptop’s downstairs and I’ll probably be down there until dinner’s ready so I’ll come get you when it’s done.” And awkward pause sets in and you grab your phone and rush to the door. “Alright, bye.”

And with that, you leave your room.

Bucky stares at the door before laying back down and letting out a much needed sigh.

A/N: oh man, oh man, oh man. Hope ya liked this part, tell me what ya think! And as always, I’ll edit when I wake up!


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Perfect - Jughead Jones

Anonymous said:

I absolutely love your writing!! I was wondering (if you’re still taking requests) if you could write a Jughead imagine where they’re best friends who both like each other based on “Perfect” by Ed Sheeran? The song’s been playing over and over again in my head and it reminds me of jughead tbh. Thanks in advance! <3

Originally posted by betty-and-jughead

(FEM!Reader) This is totally based off of ‘Perfect’ by Ed Sheeran, so have a listen while you read this! I kind of sped up their relationship because I already had an idea in my head for this one. (Song credit : Ed Sheeran)

I also hope this makes up for no Riverdale today… *sad face*

Riverdale High School hallways were buzzing with excitement during homecoming week. Even your ragtag group of friends had an extra bounce to their steps. Everyone had plans for the dance and the weekend after. Betty, Veronica, and Kevin would be attending the dance together, since they’re single. Archie would be taking Valerie to the formal, meeting up with the trio there.

“So what about you two?” Everyone turned to look at you and Jughead who, next to Archie and Valerie, were the only other couple at the lunch table. You glanced at Jughead who simply rolled his eyes. You had a feeling he wouldn’t be into the dance. Neither were you to be fair, but you both had been so busy, you thought that it could’ve served as a relaxing date.

“We’ll probably be at Pop’s,” you said, and Jughead smiled at you. His strong dislike for school dances was something you had to work around sometimes, but that smile was always worth it. Veronica let out a groan and Betty laughed.

“You guys have been so busy with the murder case! Do you find any time for each other?” You felt a smile creep onto your lips as Jughead chuckled. You didn’t spend all your time together solving mysteries. Contrary to Veronica’s beliefs, you and Jughead were an affectionate couple. You just didn’t show it during school hours. The two of you were just kids when you fell in love, so your relationship was stronger than ever.

“Of course we have time for each other,” Jughead said, eating a chip, “this relationship wouldn’t have worked otherwise.” You let out a small laugh at his words.

“Yeah, Jughead here is super needy,” you teased and everyone smiled, even Jughead. As the rest of lunch went on, you all made plans to hang out on Saturday.

“See ya Saturday,” Jughead said as the two of you started to your next class.

“Have fun at the dance tonight,” You added as you walked away. You had four minutes in between each bell, giving you enough time to question Jughead. You linked your pinky finger with his and he smiled at you. “You okay,” he asked, knowing that when you got nervous you liked to be touching him in some way.

“Maybe we should go to the dance.” You said, hoping that he would get the hint. He kept walking, pinkies still intertwined. You walked in silence to the door of your next classroom and Jughead pulled you closer to him. A blush rose to your cheeks at the action, knowing that others were looking at the two of you.

“Do you want to go?” He asked, his green eyes meeting your gaze softly. You curled your pinky tighter around his and shrugged. His free hand went to the side of your face, stroking his thumb across your cheek. “What if I can guarantee you’ll have the time of your life tonight if you meet me at the Drive-In at seven o’clock?”

You raised you eyebrow at him, “guarantee?” He nodded in response and you smiled. “Well then it seems I have no choice, Jones.” He grinned and pressed a small kiss to the tip of your nose. You blushed at the people looking at the two of you.

“I’ll see you at seven,” he said pulling away from you, “wear something nice.” You smiled as he walked away. You watched as he walked down the hall and when he was out of sight you walked into your classroom, wondering what he had in store for you.

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"im going to give it to you?"

pairing: jason todd x reader

warnings: cursing, sexual themes, mature themes

prompt: (a/n: okay so i don’t wanna give the prompt bc i feel like it’s too heavy to put in a couple of sentences but, this is going to be a two parter, the next part will be a smut lol so,,, this is just a lemon i guess… ok anyways) jason is going to be giving y/n a lesson about virginity and such and such but y/n and jason are just best friends so uh i guess that’s what the prompt is idk

I sit on the couch waiting for Jason. I have absolutely no idea why he is taking so long because we planned this a week ago. I mean, I guess since he doesn’t know what this “just a talk, Jay please just come,” is, he doesn’t know how important it is and how nervous I am for the talk.

Ugh, we are both adults and I shouldn’t feel like this. Both, mature, adults.

This is wei–

*my apartment door opens abruptly and shuts quite loudly*

“Sorry baby doll, Roy needed something for this weekend and I–”

“Jason, can you just come over, this is important.”

Jason sets down his keys on my kitchen counter and strides to sit across from me on the couch. He’s wearing those black jeans and his gray t shirt that almost matches what I’m wearing. We’ve known each other for a while and I guess we just grew into each other haha. I’m wearing my black allbirds, leggings and an oversized gray crew neck. Both of our hair is slightly messy but I’ve got mine in a pony tail.

“Is something going on? You said that this was just a talk.”

I don’t know how to start this off so I am just silent and looking out the window in front of us.

*after a little pause of absolute silence*

Jason moves over right next to me on the couch and hugs me.

“Bad news, anything. You can tell me anything y/n. I won’t judge or get upset just tell me whatever okay?”

“Jay, it’s not bad news it’s just kinda embarrassing and I don’t know how you will react.”

I lean my head into the crevice of his neck. God why am I doing this again?

Let’s start from the beginning. A couple months ago, I was dating this guy from a different college and we got really close and we were about to do the do, but then I realized I didn’t want to do it with him? I just wasn’t comfortable with him and I didn’t trust him and all these different factors just made me not want to lose my virginity with him. Virginity is really just a concept designed by men to conform women but yadayada I just didn’t want to give it to some guy I wasn’t going to prosper with etc. I ended up breaking up with him because he had needs that I didn’t want to fulfill.

I knew that I could just get one of my good friends could just have a friends with benefits kinda relationship. I had so many good hot guys to choose from, Dick, Jason, Roy, Conner, Peter, etc. But the real questions are

Who would be open to this?
Who do I trust?
Who has /experience/ ?

I mean, everyone like Dick and I can be caught fawning over him, but he’s like a big brother to me and things would get awkward after. I can sense that shit.

Peter is a little inexperienced to be honest, Conner is debatable. I mean, he’s a little of a goody goody so I don’t know what to expect from him. I do know that he is experienced though um, we can keep him as the last option.

Roy or Jason. I’ve been thinking about this for weeks. Roy has been starting a thing with Kori so I don’t really know if it’s a good time to ask him…

Jason seems like the perfect candidate. We’ve been friends since before his death. We’ve always had a close relationship that is judgement free and open and endlessly supporting. He definitely fills the /experienced/ part.

Gosh I’ve heard stories from even when I attend Bruce’s galas about Jason.

“Take your time cupcake, I won’t judge you, nothing you say can change us okay? You’re my best friend.”

I take a deep breath.

“You know Marcus? Well I-”

My head falls off of Jason almost immediately as he jumps up.

“What Did He Do? God, If he hurt you I swear I’ll–”

I grab Jason’s forearm and pull him back onto the couch.

Jason’s POV///

God I love her so much. If Marcus did anything to her I’d beat him. She’s too pure for him. Too good. Always been too good for all her partners.

Ugh now would be a good time to tell her about my feelings? I can’t keep dragging this out. But she’s *talking* to me. Now isn’t the right time. But it’s never the right time. Cmon big boy just ask her out it’s not that hard. She’s my best friend. I could lose so much if this goes wrong.

“Hello, Jayce?”

I snap and pay attention to y/n.

Regular POV///

This is so nerve-wracking ugh.

“Okay, let me finish. Don’t interrupt me, just listen. It’s really embarrassing and I have to ask you something and I just don’t want you to freak out or anything.”

Jason nods and puts his hand on my knee.

“Ok so long story short, Marcus made me realize that I didn’t want to have sex with him or just anyone and I didn’t want to give my virginity to anyone that I didn’t really trust. I thought that I could ask one of my guy friends to take it and you are my best guy friend so I was wondering if you wanted it?”
I say all of this in a rushed voice and I hope he understood what I said.

Jason is silent.

“Okay, that didn’t sound right? Uh I want to give it to you? I mean if you want it? I just want someone to take my virginity so that I can have sex with other people later and be okay? That wasn’t right either. Uh, my virginity, I’m going to give it to you? I don’t really know what to say–”

Jason whispers,
“You’re still a virgin?”
He starts to snicker.


“I’m only 25 Jay, I just haven’t wanted to do it yet, I don’t know.”

He hugs me and starts laughing.

“Jason, don’t laugh you’re making me feel bad.”

“Sorry pumpkin, haha I just, hahaha, I’ve never had this happen to me. Usually girls just throw themselves at me and you’re asking me to catch you hahah.”

“Yea, I’ve heard.”
I push him off me and punch his firm chest. No effect, not surprising. He catches my hands and stops laughing.

“Okay, okay, I’ll help you out. If-”

My face mutes.

“If What.” I say, very unimpressed.

“Hey, no attitude. You’re the one asking for favors. If, you tell me why you’re asking me instead of your other friends. What is it about me that caught your eye, huh? My ass? My biceps? My meaty thighs?.”

I get up and walk over to the door. Jason is watching me from the couch slightly confused. I put on my jacket and take my pony tail out. Give my hair a little scrunch and flip and put on some lipstick. Giving my self a once over I look back at Jason.

“Ok so I am going to go ask Roy now? (and to irritate Jason I swing low and say) or Dick? We’ll see who I run into first. Or I’ll a–”

Jason jumps off the couch and runs towards me. He blocks the door and picks me up and throws me over his shoulder.

“Hey! Put me down! You lost this privilege Jay.”

He chuckles and drops me back into the couch. I am laying down while he sits on the edge of the couch, caging me with those strong arms.

“Finish what you were going to say doll face. Who else were you going to ask?”

I try my hardest to look emotionless but I can feel myself pout.

He pulls out his cellphone.
My eyes widen.
I try my very hardest to take it but it’s not working.

“You wouldnt-”

“Ah ah ah, no touching, just talking haha. You gonna tell me why you asked me first hm?”

I pout full on.

“Fine. I asked you because you are my bestest best friend and I know that you have a lot of experience and I thought I could trust you. I just thought that I could give my virginity to someone I cared about, before I have to tie myself down. I don’t know I just thought you’d be the best. We’ve already seen each other naked so,”

“Nah, you’ve seen me in my underwear and I barely saw you in a swim suit.”

“How different could we look when we are fully naked? I bet you can imaging what I look like, wait, don’t.”

“Oh, when all the clothes come off, it really does look different. Alright when do you wanna have sex with me?”

“Jason, don’t say it like that. Can we do it this Friday? Before the charity ball? We are going together anyways so…Actually let’s do it after… That makes more sense.”

“Oh, y/n, I’ll never forget this haha. I’m picking you up for the ball too so be ready.”

Jason kisses my forehead and then boops my nose and chuckles while he makes his way to the door.
“Alrighty then, Friday after the ball. See ya later cupcake.”

What did I get myself into?

Jason’s POV///
Maybe something great can come out of this. At least she trusts me enough to do this. Or is this an ultimate friendzoning thing?? Dude you’re having sex with your best friend this is good!! I don’t know what to do know.. I’ll ask Dick…

Too be continued…;)

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Originally posted by canonspngifs

Request: I was wondering if I could request a Dean x reader where Bobby takes her in after he has to kill her parents and dean and sammy get really protective and we see a little of sammy as a big brother? It can be as fluffy or smutty as you want :) (also maybe a little cas if it works ) 

Pairing: Dean x reader

Word Count: 1,800ish

Warnings: language 

A/N: Such family vibes going on…

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You’re a Dancer and Tommy Falls For You

Originally posted by mickeyandmumbles

Originally posted by journey-illusions

Tommy Shelby x Reader

“Thomas! We’ll be late!” Polly yelled through the house before she saw her handsome nephew descending the stairs. She smiled and reached up to fix the one fly away hair that was sticking straight up. “Are you ready to go?”

“Yes, Pol, but I hope you know I have better things I could be attending rather than a ballerina performance.”

“Oh I know, but you promised to do something with me of my choosing and this is what I would like to go see. Now go get in the car.” Her stern voice broke through and he immediately walked out the front door.

When they reached the theatre, they found their seats and patiently waited for the performance to start. When it did, Thomas wasn’t really sure what the story was or what was going on. He was purely focused on one dancer, the lead. Her (Y/H/C) hair was pulled into tight braids that met together in a bun on the back of her head revealing her beautiful face. He watched as her grace was the only thing that seemed to be present on the stage.

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blue, broken, plastic pool chairs

ship: wincest/weecest
rating: explicit
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tags: underage sex (dean is 19, sam is 15)
summary: john dragged them out to the middle of nowhere, arkansas. it’s in the middle of summer and the humidity is sweltering and the air conditioning isn’t working. so while john goes out, taking care of the case that brought them there in the first place, the boys take advantage of the alone time and the pool.
word count: 1,900k+
a/n: okay so this was supposed to be a short drabble, like 500 words at the most but then it turned into this. like apparently i don’t know what short means. so yeah, it’s just weecest porn. that’s all it is.

The motel was honestly not worth the twenty bucks for the night that John had paid for the room. The building looked as if it was one good gust of wind from blowing over and when they opened the door to their room, they were greeted by the smell of mold and cigarettes and body odor and probably more things that Dean didn’t want to think about. They weren’t going to stay here long. Wherever here was.

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I present to you, my first fic in almost four years. Requested by ambrosegirlforever. Thank you for giving me ideas for my next fic as well. This is probably very terrible so feel free to leave critiques if you want, it’ll only help me get better.

Warnings: AU where Finn actually drives lol, Fluff (I think?), Is it angst if someone almost freezes to death?, Cameos by Bayley and Sami Zayn

Originally posted by newbroxkenscene

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. Obsessive Impulsive . 14

Full Summary: “‘I’ve been trying to find you alone for weeks, but you’ve been avoiding me.’  He clicked his tongue, as if scolding her.  'I tried approaching, but you always had someone with you to give me nasty words and looks.  They turned you against me, Miss Levy.’"

Pairings: Gajeel x Levy

Warnings: I strode for a darker fic again.  This is not for sensitive readers.  Violence, stalking, etc.  

Author’s Note: This is a very, very twisted gift for Bubbles, who has not been allowed to so much as read a single chapter.  This will update every other day.

Drip. Drip. Drip. Drip. Drip. Drip-

Levy’s hazel eyes fluttered open, hazed with pain and confusion. She blinked a few times, and then gasped, shooting upright. Pain lanced through her - bandaged, she noted - shoulder, and she rested a hand lightly on it as she looked around.

A sewer? she wondered, shocked as she took in the space around her. She was resting semi-upright beside a round grated entrance that, from the looks of it, could be removed if necessary. She licked her lips, remembering who she’d last seen, and looked around. Elroy wasn’t there at the moment.

She hissed as she struggled to sit forward. Blood seeped into the bandage, warm and sticky, but she ignored it - particularly as a shadow appeared nearby.

“You’re awake, Miss Levy!” Elroy cheerfully said, green eyes glinting in the dark.

Levy spat at him, furious. “Take me home, Elroy.”

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“I wanna be more than friends.” (Grayson)

Requested by anonymous: “an imagine w G when they both come
back to jersey and y'all are best friends but he admits his feelings for you?”


This one ended up being really long, but I just kept wanting to add more. Also, the ending came out really bad, because I just had to stop myself.


You were lying down in bed one afternoon, texting Your best guy friend, Grayson. Your mom and his mom were close friends, so you, him, and Ethan had been best friends since you were in diapers. He had just text you saying that him and Ethan were coming home to spend a couple weeks with their family.

“Yeah, I’ll believe it when I see it. The last time you told me you were coming home, I got all excited to see you, but it was all for nothing because you ended up canceling and staying in LA.” You text him.

“You’re never gonna let me live that down, are you? I’ve apologized a million times already, how many more times do you need me to?” He asked.

“Apologize once more, IN PERSON, and then we’ll see. 😉” You replied.

“Okay, fine. I promise we’ll be home this weekend. Will you come pick us up from the airport tomorrow afternoon?” He asked.

“Yeah, I guess. 😜”

“Thank you. I’ll send you our flight info later. But I have to go for now. I have to finish packing. I’ll see you tomorrow.” Grayson said.

“See you tomorrow. 😊” You replied. You put your phone on the charger and went to take a shower.

*Grayson’s P.O.V.*

I set my phone on my nightstand and got back to packing when Ethan came into my room.

“Hey, did you talk to (Y/N) yet? Oh, of course you did.” He said as he sat on my bed.

“What? How can you tell?” I asked.

“By that goofy ass smile on your face. You only smile like that when you talk to her. You like her.” He teased.

“Well, yeah. Of course I like her. She’s my best friend.” I said awkwardly. I could feel my face getting hot.

“Oh, please. That’s not what I meant. You like her as more than a friend. I know you do.” Ethan said.

“I don’t know, bro. I mean, yeah, I like her. And I always think about what it’d be like to date her, but I can never bring myself to tell her that I may have feelings for her. Because I know she’ll never feel the same way.” I said.

"You’ll never know until you tell her. And there’s no way she doesn’t also have feelings for You. I’ve seen the way You are with each other. You two are always
texting each other. You spend all night on facetime with each other. I’m sure
there could be something if you just tried.” Ethan said.

“Yeah, I guess you’re right. I’ll talk to her this weekend, and see what happens.” I said. I finished packing, set my suitcase by my door and got ready for bed.

* * *

Once we finally landed back in Jersey, we immediately were greeted by fans, and took tons of pictures. I scoured the area for (Y/N), and finally found her waiting over by the doors. She waved at me and I broke away from the crowd to talk to her for a minute.

“Hey, you’re here.” I said as I pulled her in for a hug.

“I said I’d be here. You two were the ones we were worried about.” She laughed.

“I’m sorry about this, we should be done in a bit.” I said, motioning back to the crowd.

“No worries, take your time. They’re your fans, I know they appreciate it.” She said. I smiled and walked back over to everyone and made sure everyone got pictures. Once we were done, we loaded our bags into (Y/N)’s car and headed home. She hung out at our place for a while, chit chatting with my mom and just having a good time.

“Back so soon (Y/N)? I didn’t know you were gonna come by today.” Cam said as she walked into the kitchen,
hugging (Y/N).

"Yeah, I brought the boys home. I didn’t have anything to do today, and I know you all were busy, so I figured I’d do it.” She smiled.

“And we really appreciate it.” My mom said to her.

“Back so soon? How much time
do you spend here?” I laughed.

“I think I see your family
more than you two do.” She laughed, looking back and forth between Ethan and I. Just then, her phone buzzed, alerting her of a text.

“Well, I guess I better get going. I’ll see you guys later.” She said. She hugged everyone, said her goodbyes, and I walked her outside.

“Hey, what are you doing later?” I asked as we got to her car.

“I’m free for the rest of the day. What’s up?” She asked.

“You wanna go do something? Just the two of us?” I asked, awkwardly. My heart felt like it was going to beat out of my chest.

“Uh, sure. That sound’s fun.” She said, a wide smile on her face.

“Okay, cool. I’ll pick you up later. Is six okay?” I asked.

“Sounds great. See you later.” She said as she gave me a hug. I waved goodbye as she drove off. I walked back inside and up to my room, wracking my brain of where to take (Y/N) later tonight. I had no idea what to do. I just knew that I wanted to spend time with her. Alone.

I had a million and one thoughts running through my mind, and they were all
interrupted when Ethan came into my room.

“So, did you tell her?” He asked.

“We stood outside for like two minutes, no I didn’t tell her. But, I think I kinda asked her out.” I said.

“What do you mean by kinda?” He asked.

“Well, I asked her if she wanted to go do something, just the two of us, and she said yes.”

“I’m no expert when it comes to dating, but that’s definitely more than you ‘kinda’ asking her out. Where are you gonna take her?” He asked.

“I have no idea. I had no intentions of asking her out, and I have no idea what to do now. But I can’t back out. I have until 6 to think of something.” I said.

“Take her bowling. You know how much she likes bowling.” Ethan said.

"Yeah, you’re right. She does like bowling.” I said. My phone buzzed in my pocket and I checked it to find a text from (Y/N).

“Hey, what are we doing tonight? I’m trying to pick an outfit, but I don’t want to be over dressed.” The text read.

“We’re super casual tonight.” I replied.

“My kinda night. 😉 Alright, I’ll see you later.” She said.

“See ya.” I replied. I set my phone down on my nightstand and went to my closet to find some clothes. I got dressed and ready and headed off to pick up (Y/N). When I got to her house, her mom let me in and I went up to her room.

“Come in!” She called when I knocked on her door.

“Hey.” I said shyly as I walked in her room.

“Oh, hey. I’m almost ready.” She said as she sat at her vanity finishing her makeup.

“Take your time.” I said. We sat there in silence as she finished getting ready. It was a comfortable silence, but I was getting anxious waiting to leave.

“Okay, I’m ready.” She said after about fifteen minutes.

“Finally, I was starting to fall asleep.” I laughed.

“Oh, whatever.” She said. We left and headed off to the bowling alley.

“Best three out of five, loser has to pay for ice cream afterwards.” She said as she typed our names into the computer.

“You’re on.” I laughed. We had an absolutely amazing time, bowling, sharing nachos, laughing and just having a good time. After five games, I ended up beating her three to two. “Huh, looks like ice cream is on you.” I joked as we returned our shoes.

“Yeah, yeah. Ice cream is on me.” She said as she rolled her eyes. We drove to the nearest ice cream shop, got our ice cream, and sat down at a table.

“Hey Grayson, can I ask you something?” (Y/N) said after a few minutes of silence.

“Sure. What’s up?” I asked.

“Was this really just the two of us hanging out? Or was this supposed to be a date?” She asked.

“Well, when I first asked you earlier, I didn’t intend for it to be a date, but the more I thought about it, I kinda wanted to think about it as a date. But, thinking of it as us just hanging out made me feel less nervous about it. I don’t know, (Y/N), my feelings are all over the place right now.” I said.

“Gray, talk to me. What’s going on?” She asked.

“It’s just, I like you, okay? I like you a lot. We’ve been friends for so long, and you know how much you mean to me, but I wanna be more than friends. We say "I love you” to each other all the time, but I just wish there was more meaning behind those words. We spend all night on the phone with each other, but it’s all just friendly conversation. I want more.“ I said.

"Grayson, I don’t know what to say.” I could hear sadness in her voice, and I knew that nothing good was going to come out of her mouth.

“You don’t have to say anything. This was a mistake. Tonight was great, but I gotta go.” I said as I got up from the table. I walked out of the ice cream shop and headed back towards my car.

“Grayson, wait.” (Y/N) called. I just continued walking. I felt bad leaving her here, but I was so overwhelmed. “Grayson, I know you can hear me. Come here.” She said as she grabbed my hand.

“(Y/N), please-” Before I could say anything else, her lips were pressed against mine. “What was that for?” I asked, leaning my forehead against hers.

“It was the only thing I could think of to stop you. Also, you’re my ride home.” She joked.

“(Y/N), seriously. I’m sorry about all of this.”

“Grayson, stop apologizing. Look, if it makes you feel any better, I was nervous about this too. I was nervous about seeing you in general, ever since we talked last night. After you didn’t come home last month, and when I realized how much I really missed you, I realized that I had feelings for you. And now that I know you have feelings too, I don’t feel as nervous anymore.” She explained. I smiled at her and kissed her again.

“Y'know, aside from all this, tonight was actually really great.” I said.

“Yeah, it was. But, I think it’s time to call it a night.” She said.

“Yes, I agree.” I laughed. We walked hand in hand back to my car and I drove her home.

“So, are you gonna walk me to the door, kiss me good night?” She asked as she started to get out.


“Well, this is a date isn’t it?” She asked.

“Oh, you’re right.” I said. We got out of the car and I wrapped my arm around her shoulders and walked her up to the door.

“So, I probably should’ve asked you this earlier, but where do we stand? Are we like a thing now?” I asked, her hands in mine.

“Well, you made such a big deal over how badly you wanted to be more than friends.” She said sarcastically.

“Oh, so you’re making fun of me now?” I asked, kissing her softly.

“Just another thing I’m never gonna let you live down.” She laughed.

“I should get going. Thank you for tonight.” I smiled down at her.

“No, thank you.” She said. “Good night Grayson.” She said kissing me.

“Good night (Y/N).”


Hi guys!
For the last month I have been editing my old fic’s, and have posted them on wattpad. (The link to that is on my tumblr page)

I’ve decided to put a few one shots together that have been edited.

Here is the first one… hope you like it! ❤❤

P.s I’m not tagging because I don’t know if anyone wants to be tagged in these because they are old fic’s :)


A/N: Finn is an up and coming actor (like nico. I also love his style so I went with that too). He bumps into a young women who isn’t swooned by him and he becomes in captivated by her. This is set in modern times around 2013.


“Oh shit… I’m so sorry I still don’t know how to use my bloody feet even after 22 years” The young women huffed whilst she bent down picking up the condense of what had spilled out of her handbag.

She had been to busy replying to emails as she walked through the streets of London, whilst doing so she failed to see the dense crack in the pavement causing her to trip and land into some strangers arms.

She still hadn’t dared to look up to see who she had bumped into allowing her raven hair to cover her face. Notably she was embarrassed over the incident, but more then anything she just wanted to leave the scene of the crime. She noticed movement from the corner of her eye to see the stranger was now bent down next to her helping her collect her belongings.

Turning her head she took a glimpse at the strangers face, her mouth dried up taking in the georgous features of the fit young man smiling back at her.

“No really it’s fine” he replied; passing her some pens and a make-up brush. He was dressed in fitted grey skinny leg jeans, a oversized red and white knitted sweater that was rolled up to his elbows and black combat boots.

His sweet face looked recognisable, but she didnt know how. She had only moved to London 3 weeks ago; plus she didn’t socialise with anyone besides her two friends. She studied him for for a few seconds more before the light bulb in her head went off.

“Are you that actor from that show… Ahh what is it…” She ran her her fingers through her soft hair removing it away from her face as she concentrated. They remained squatted in front of her handbag on a busy London street, but they both didn’t care.

He let out a small laugh and his smile radiated towards her more, it was almost blinding. “If your thinking of the TV show ‘common’ then yes that’s me” he said shyly.

“Your name is Finn right, Finn Nelson?” She questioned rising slowly to a standing position. They still had their eyes lock onto each other, the world around them was just a blur for now.

They were both brought out of their gaze by an awkward clearing of a throat. Quickly they switched their attention to another young lad about their age pushing his glasses back.

“Yup that’s me, and this is Archie… And you are?“ Finn asked polietly extended his hand to shake hers.

"Oh right, my name is Rae… Rae as in Rachel not Raymond before you get all cocky and ask” she joked and they all started to laugh. She shook his hand and waved to Archie who was standing slightly behind Finn.

She was actually grateful she decided to look decent today, she quickly appraised her outfit as she straightened out her clothes slightly. She wore her sky blue skinny leg jeans with faux rips around the knees, her lemon blouse that hugged her curves especially her large breasts (who she caught him looking at a few times), white cardigan and white flats. She let her hair fall freely and had a light dusting of makeup.

She usually never dressed like this usually, preferring to chose comfort over style. But today she was on the way to meet her best friend Chloe at a fancy cafe, so she didn’t think it was appropriate to turn up in her sweats and band T.

“Nice to meet you Rae as in Rachel” he laughed at her cheekiness.

“Well since my little sister is such a big fan of the show would it be ok if I got a photo with you, ya know to rub it in a little?” She asked biting the corner of her lower lip, causing him to gulp.

“Yeah, yeah of course not a problem” he gestured his arms towards himself, whilst she fumbled around in her handbag looking for her phone. She clicked into her camera as he put his arm around her shoulders. They exchanged a small smile before the phone was raised to take a selfie together.

“Thank you heaps, I better let you lads go… Nice to meet you both. And Finn sorry for the run in” she waved goodbye to both of them and hurried off in the opposite direction.

Finn turned to watch her get lost in the crowd before turning his attention back to Archie. He wished he had of gotten the chance to say goodbye before she left, instead of giving her a dopey smile.

“Well that was a first” Archie said slapping Finn on the back. Both continued to walk the familiar street back to the apartment they shared.

“What do ya mean?”

“Well that was the first lass not dropping her panties over you…” Archie joked.

“Yeah. I guess so, it was nice I guess”.

“she was very curvy..” Archie gestured his hands like he was mimicking her silhouette. “And very beautiful” he finished.

“Ya know Arch for a gay man you like a women’s body. And yes she was very beautiful… Very beautiful” blush rose on his cheeks when saw Archie smirking at him.

“Come on mate we have to get ready for tonight.. Chop is dragging us out to the club tonight” Archie moaned picking up the pace so they could arrive home earlier.


Rae finally arrived home around 5pm that day after being dragged shopping with Chloe after their lunch date at the cafe. She was exhausted. Crashing down on her settee, she decided to look through her phone and came across the photo of her and Finn.

She smiled at decided to upload it to her twitter account, she started to follow him over a year ago not thinking much of it.

@raeraeearl so I nearly fell flat on my face today, but I got a photo with this lad out of it though @realfinnnelson #totherescue

Rae giggled as she uploaded the photo, placing her phone on the coffee table so she could make herself a strong tea in the kitchen.

She came back to the settee and switched on the TV looking for something to watch before she had to get ready for the night out with the girls. She was not in the mood to party but she promised izzy and Chloe weeks ago that she would be there.

Her phone buzzed and she looked at her notifications.

@realfinnnelson is following you!

@realfinnnelson retweeted you!

@realfinnnelson @raeraeearl anytime girl! Nice meeting you. Another time maybe :’) #chancemeeting

Rae’s face went bright red as she re-read her notifications over and over. Before she couldn’t reply she glanced up at her clock.

“Shit I have to get ready” she murmured to herself before dashing off to the bathroom.


“Chop what is this place?” Finn complained as they walked into the club.

Finn was never one for big night clubs and would rather head to the local pub for a pint of two. The music was loud and the lights could cause an epileptic fit to anyone at anytime.

“Oh Finny boy live a little look at all the lasses around here” he shouted trying to be heard over the music.

Finn didn’t care about girls, they just threw themselves at him for his name and what he looks like… They never lasted more then one date, so he decided that being single was best.

Well that was until he bumped into a certain lass…

“Yeah whatever Chop lets just get a pint at the bar aye” he said in Chop’s ear as they started walking through the masses of people dancing.

After ordering a round of pints they grabbed a table near the dance floor and glanced around watching bodies jump around. Finn was busy looking at his pint when he felt Archie nudge him.

“Isn’t that Rae” Archie yelled at Finn before cocking his head towards the dancefloor.

Finn’s head shot up and he started to look around until his eyes fell on a dancing raven haired beauty. Her arms were flowing freely in the air and her hair was floating down her back, her black mini dress and black stockings shone against the lights. Finn was mesmerised just watching her dance so freely.

“Who’s Rae? And is that her in the black?” Chop asked, Finn nodded leaving Archie fill in the blanks.

“A lass that bumped into us today, she was dead nice and I think Finny boy may have a crush. Heard him giggling to himself looking at his phone today after she upload a photo of them. Giggly git” Archie laughed and Finn swung his arm to connect with Archie to shut him up.

“Well go talk to her ya dickhead look at those fucking assets” Chop pretending to jiggle fake books in front of his chest. “And plus that red head next to her is a little minx so I might chat to her” he continued before getting out of the seat and walking towards the girls.

Finn quickly followed him, because knowing chop he would embarrass the shit out of him.

“Hiya ladies. Care for some company?” Chop asked the girls.

“Finn..” Rae gasped when she saw Finn walk up behind his friend; looking sexy as hell.

“Hiya Rae” he lent over to her ear so she could hear him over the bass.

“Wanna get a drink with me girl?”
She smiled nodding and reached out for his hand which he offered her. She turned to Izzy and Chloe telling them she would see them later.

Izzy giggled and waved her off turning her attention to Chop and Chloe stood there dumbfounded.


Finn and Rae spent the next hour chatting away in a private booth far away from the dancefloor. They felt like they were in there own little world, they barley noticed the flock of girls that kept walking upto them, instead they chose to ignore all outsiders.

Rae looked at her watch as it was nearing midnight and she could barely stay awake much longer.

“I had fun with you tonight Finn, but I’m really needing to head home. I’m exhausted” she yawned.

“Of course I’ll get you a taxi… Rae?” He asked nervously.


“Would you like to go on a date with me tomorrow night?” As soon as he ask the question her eyes lit up and a wide smile reached across her face.

His nerves turned into butterfly’s as he reached out and grabbed her hand. It was something about this moment that had Finn lost in every expression that crossed her face. She was the only women he could see.

“I’d love to”



Seven o'clock was nearing; the anticipation of the date was driving Rae crazy.

It had been over two years since she last dated, mind you he was a curly haired git who only got a kick out of telling Rae she could do no better. She had dated Liam just over 4 months before kicking him to the curb, having finally had enough of his poor attempts to knock her down a brick or two.

She had come a long way since her college days, the bullying, and the running away from her problems. Sure, she still had some insecurities from time to time about the way she looks, but so does any 22 year old women living in London.

Before leaving the club Finn had passed her his phone asking if he could get her number promising to message her in the morning with a time and a place to meet. Rae had awoken that morning to a message that was sent just past 7am in the morning.

Unknown: hiya Rae it’s Finn here. Just messaging you about our date tonight, how does 7pm sound? Message me when you wake up ;) x

She had turned in bed to Squint at the alarm clock next to her to read that it was now going on 10am. She frantically started typing, feeling bad about having replied so late.

Rae: sorry! Just woke up! 7pm sounds great. Where would you like to meet? :) x

She sighed, hitting the send button she nuzzled more into her pillow. Not even caring that she let her phone drop off the side of the bed.

Her eyes fluttering closed as the smile grew on her face; her thoughts went back to the night that she had just spent with him. Their amazing banter, his shy looks every time she smiled. Everything about last night seemed too good to be true, that if she pinched herself she would realise it was all a dream. In reality, this was all happening to her, the chubby, tall lass with a personality of a clown. Her phone pinged and her sleepy eyes opened at lightning speed, she grabbed her phone off yhe floor and clicked on the unopened message.

Finn: Great! How about a quiet little bar on the outskirts of London? I’ll pick you up from your place if you send me your address. Can’t wait :) x

She waited a few minutes before replying with her address and a wink face, not wanting to sound as eager as she was.

There messages flowed back and forth throughout the day, keeping the conversation light. She learnt little bit about what he does during the day when he isn’t on set, which isn’t very often. She was rejoiced to learn that he would much rather spend his time in dainty little record shops then posh bars, music was his second love after his acting of course.

Rae was now standing in front of her open wardrobe assessing her miserable excuse of clothing. 80 per cent was filled witg raggedy old band tee’s that she so desperately loved and could never- (no matter how much Chloe nagged her) part with.

Rae looked through the small collection if dresses she had whilst clicking her tongue against the top of her mouth. She huffed when she realised that she had spent 10 minutes appraising her four dresses when she never planned on wearing any of them, she was just going to a pub after all.

A quiet little pub that had probably never seen the likes of a pair of women’s legs in the years that it had been open, she needed a more casual look. She flipped through her jeans pulling out a pair of black skinny legged ones that she had brought whilst shopping with Chloe yesterday.

Then she scurried towards her set of drawers pulling out the first presentable blouse she could find, a sheer navy sleeveless button up she forgot she had. She paired it with a white singlet and navy ballet flats. Her hair was straightened and clipped to one side, her makeup fresh with a hint of Smokey eye which she had picked up from a YouTube clip she saw weeks ago.

It was now 7pm, she was applying the final touch of lip gloss and giving herself a once over in the mirror. She wasn’t dressed to the nines and loved her choice about keeping it more casual.

As she was slipping on her shoes there was a knock at the door. Her nerves started to get the best of her, her hands were slightly shaking uncontrollably.

She knew what was waiting for her on the other side of the door, a god like man with an incredible northern accent.

She opens the door and brushes down the front of her blouse turning her eyes to Finn. The smile on his face could not be missed as he stood leaning against the door frame with his hands stuffed in his jean pockets.

“Wow” they both breathed in unison, and laughing when they realised what they did.

Finn was dressed in fitted dark blue jeans, a plain white tee paired with a light blue jean jacket. His shaggy brown locks styled into a quiff enhancing his incredible facial features, he could melt the polar ice caps with a single look if he tried.

“Ready?” He grinned taking her in one more time.

“Yup, just a minute” she said holding up a finger before she dashed over to her settee grabbing her leather jacket and clutch.

She shrugged on her jacket as she walked back towards the door, glancing at herself in the mirror by the door as she headed out. As soon as the apartment was locked and they stepped out onto the landing Finn grabbed her hand into his, Rae’s mouth going instantly dry as she stared silently at this romantic gesture.

He gave her hand a reassuring squeeze and headed down the steps towards the door, Rae’s eyes never leaving their conjoined hands.


The 30 minute drive to the local was filled with comfortable silence; small talk was made but both wanting to save most of it for when they arrived, plus they both quite enjoyed the sound of the stone roses lightly playing through the speakers.

It was a quaint little pub just west of Kent, the building looked like it was barely keeping together with its rustic centuries old brick and timber framing. The front was dimly lit and she could faintly hear the sounds of the sign swinging as the wind picked up. Finn sat next to her nervously chewing at his thumb nail as he watched her eyes look over the pub.

She turned to Finn with an enthusiastic expression that was contagious, and they were both instantly laughing.

“Alright?” He questioned, still having doubts he made a mistake about bringing her here. Maybe she was classier to what she led on?

“It’s perfect, I couldn’t have picked a better place” Rae hummed in pleasure whilst she unbuckled her seat belt.

Finn made quick use of his and hurried around the passenger’s side of the car so he could open the door for her. She smiled and thanked him as once more her palm rested in his, neither of them willing to let go of the other.

“Come on, the pints are cheap and the old men are cheaper” he joked nudging his arm with hers.

She followed his through the open front door; the decor was no different to the outside. Old drum tables lined the walls with stools scattered around them, there were smaller square tables littering the middle section of the room in front of the oversized bar, the only thing relatively modern was the 90’s style juke box to the left of the room just before the toilets.

Men no younger than 60 gathered around the room talking amongst each other, not even bothering to make any eye contact with her and Finn. She was completely mesmerised by the atmosphere from the moment she walked in, it was everything she hoped it would be and more.

They were weaving their way through the pub making sure not to interrupt any of the other patrons. Rae noticed the bar was reasonably empty, there wasn’t even staff waiting to serve them.

Finn reached over the bar and rang a small bell hidden away, he turned to her smiling once he noticed her face of confusion. A small round lady hobbled out from a door around the back, Rae could tell her mood was glum as she made her way towards them.

The lady wiped her floury hands on her rose covered apron mumbling her profanities under her breath, but once she looked up her mood instantly changed as her eyes locked on to Finns.

“Finnley my boy” she cooed, walking out from behind the bar extending her arms out towards Finn.

“Mrs Dewhurst, how are you?” Finn asked pulling out of the hug and reconnecting his hand with Rae’s.

“Better now my handsome boy has come to see me! You should have told me you were coming in earlier. I would have made sure I was in the front” she fussed before turning towards Rae. “Now who’s this beautiful young lass on your arm”.

“This is Rae, Rae this is the sensational Barbra Dewhurst” Finn grinned turning towards Rae who was extending her arm out to the little old lady to shake her hand.

“Oh none of that dear. Give us a hug” she said shuffling towards Rae and wrapping her arms around her shoulders.

At first Rae tensed up, she had never been a fan of strangers hugging her but something about this lady made Rae melt.

“Now off you youngsters go and have fun, I’ve got a barman to hunt down” she said shewing them away with her hands but laughing at the same time.

“DAAAAAVVVVVIIIIDDDDDDD” she called as she waddled around to the other side of the bar.

"Where are we going?” Rae asked turning towards Finn.

“You’ll see” Finn pulled her towards the back entrance which was situated next to the toilets. Before pushing through the door Finn paused letting go of Rae’s hand.

The sudden loss of contact made Rae instantly mourn for his touch, but he had other ideas in mind. He stood behind her placing his nimble fingers over her eyes blocking her vision; Rae quickly moved her arms out in front of her as they shuffled forward slowly.

Her hands were now flat against the door; she felt a tingle run down the back of her neck as Finn learned in to whisper in her ear.

“Now just push” he whispered brushed his bottom lip against her ear as was pulling away. Rae nodded and proceeded to push the door until she felt a mild breeze whisk against her face. She kept moving as Finn did, until she noticed he paused.

Finn slowly removed his hands from her face, and Rae’s eyes fluttered open. She took a sudden intake of breath as soon as her vision cleared. They were surrounded by a least a thousand fairy lights dangling from the trees and fence. A large checkered blanket laid in the centre with a pinic basket placed in the middle.

Her eyes kept dancing around the scene before her, noticing the rose petals scattered over the grass. She turned to Finn, tears of joy stinging her eyes and before she knew what she was doing she was throwing her arms around his neck nuzzling her head into the crook.

Finns arms instantly wrapped around her waist holding her tightly.

“Is this ok?” He mumbled into her shoulder and pulling away but keeping his arms around her waist.

“Are you kidding me?” Rae scoffed jokingly. “Nobody and I repeat, nobody has ever done anything like this for me before” she emphasised grinning profusely.

“Come on let’s sit” he gestured towards the blanket.

They moved towards the blanket, sitting down as close as they could together without touching.

Finn opened the basket and turned to Rae and spoke. “Now something tells me that you aren’t a wine and cheese sort of girl” Finn pulled two cans of fosters out of the basket passing one over to Rae.

“Defiantly not” she chuckled grabbing the can off Finn with thanks. She tapped the top of the can a few times and cracked it away from her clothes in case of any spillage. “I do prefer a good beer before my lips touch any sort of crap wine” they both laughed clinking the tin together.

“So how do you know Mrs Dewhurst?” Rae asked quizativley raising an eye brow. Finn took a lengthy swig of his beer before replying.

“Long story short, that women raised me. I grew up in this very garden. You see when I was 4 my mother left me dad and I”

“Aw Finn I’m so sorry” Rae said laying a hand flat on his thigh.

“It’s ok, I’m ok. But once she left us we were left with less of an income and my dad had to work a lot more hours to keep a roof over our heads. Mrs Dewhurst lived down the street and kindly volunteered to look after me whilst my dad worked. So for 9 years I was at this very bar 6 days a week helping out or colouring in, or even putting on a talent show for the oldies until I was old enough to fend for myself. Archie use to live only two streets away, he would pop over and join the festivities we had here. She’s a really special woman. She will always have a place in my heart, she even calls me her superstar when people ask if she knows me” he chuckled shaking his head.

Over the next few hours were spent deep in conversation sipping on their cans and eating crisps straight from the packet, nothing about this date was fancy but he made it special.

They talked about their pasts, Rae opened up about Liam and school. The conversation moved onto lighter subjects revolving around family, friends and Finn acting career.

Rae was completely and utterly engrossed by Finns voice, the lingering touches, the solid eye contact that he kept. Nothing was unspoken.

“I’ve had a really great time” Rae spoke looking up at his face through her eyelashes. “I’m glad you asked me out on this date”.

“I’m glad you chose to come with me” he smiled brushing his fingertips along her cheek cause Rae to be completely lost in this moment.

“You intrigue me Rae”  he said shyly, he kept his hand lingering in the same spot on her cheek a moment longer then necessary before removing it.


“Because your you. You’re honest and open, and you don’t care that im an actor. You’re just generally interested in my personality”.

Rae looked down briefly smiling to herself, this was the nicest that any male has ever been towards her. She was chuffed really; it made her insides turn to goo.

“Well you are pretty amazing” Rae laughed lightly regaining her eye contact with him. He seemed to be closer than what he was just moments ago, their bodies were now directly facing each other only a mere few inches between them.

Finn brushed a lock of her hair out of her face that had fallen, and tucked in behind her ear causing her to blush profusely.

“Your beautiful Rae” He inched even more closely, extending his head so far forward that he had to use a hand on the ground to keep him balanced.

“Can I- Can I kiss you?” the words stumbled from his mouth and now it was his turn to blush bright red.

Rae took a small gasp of air and nodded her head twice. Finn captured her lips with his, the kiss sweet and playful but at the same time the passion ran strong between them.

It felt like they had been doing this for years, the unison of their movements, the longing for more, it all came naturally to them.

His tongue swept across her bottom lip begging for entry which she reciprocated almost instantly as she opened her mouth allowing him in.

Their tongues danced together in a singular movement, their heads tilting opposite ways as they changed positions. Finns hand reached out to cup her cheek as Rae pulled his body closer by his tee; it was a supercharged moment igniting a fire between them. They slowly pulled apart but kept foreheads resting together as they attempted to catch their breaths.

“Wow” They both breathed and laughed almost instantly over another mimicked expression.

“I don’t want this night to end” Rae sighed pulled away slightly to sit up more straighter, but kept the closeness.

“It doesn’t have to end if you don’t want it too, ive got all night to spend with you if you’ll have me” Rae nodded and once again took his lips to be against hers.

Little did they know in that very moment this would be the first of many moments spend together, being complete aroused by one and other, shutting themselves off from the world just so they could have a moment.   

3 years later…

"I now pronounce you husband and wife, you may now kiss the bride…”




anonymous asked:

Can you make a fanfic of Stanford and Fiddleford's first date. Stanley tries to encourage Stanford to ask him out but Stanford was still super nervous, he buys flowers but they get ruined in the rain. Fiddleford loved the flowers anyways and he thought it was so cute to see Stanford so nervous.

Characters: Stanford Pines and Fiddleford McGucket
Word Count: 599

Have some old Fiddauthor if’n you don’t mind cause I thought it would be cute like they came for a visit after some time at sea.

“Poindexter, listen to me.” Stan slapped both Ford’s shoulders getting him out of his muttering. “This guy likes you. You won’t be making a fool out of yourself, I have seen the way he looks at you and it’s just as sappy as you look at him.”

“Stanley,” Ford hissed before Stan waved him off.

“When you two talk over the computer, both of ya light up. I have seen that man smiling for almost 30 years and you make it finally seem genuine. And god knows how long its been since I saw you really smile.”


“Yes, really, ya knucklehead.” Stan rolled his eyes pushing his twin toward the Shack’s door. “Now go over there and ask him out. You aren’t getting any younger!”

Stan slammed the door saying something about how he won’t wait up when Ford was on the porch. He looked at the keys Stan slipped in his hand, took a deep breathe, and walked over to the car they rented.

~ ~

He regretted stopping for flowers. What was he thinking? He regretted parking a bit away. He was really starting to hate Gravity Falls weather and the rain that came with it.

When Ford got to the door of the now McGucket mansion, he was soaked. His twin insisted on somewhat nicer clothes that now clung to him uncomfortably. His hair was sticking to his forehead as Ford tried to brush it out of the way with little success.

The small bouquet of flowers was pretty much ruined. He sighed in defeat as he decided to trek back to the car and wait for the rain to pass.

But the door opened.

“’m gonna check on the garden!” Fiddleford pushed the door wide open getting ready to open the umbrella in his hands when he saw the other man. “Stanferd?”

“Uh…” Ford quickly shoved the flowers behind his back. “H-Hi Fiddleford.”

“Stanferd! Yer soaked to the bone!” He grabbed his arm dragging the other inside. “Come in! I’ll get ya a towel.” He rushed them both into the nearest bathroom making Ford sit on the toilet as he grabbed a towel. “Ya should know not ta be out in a storm! I ‘member more than one accasion you gettin’ sick!”

“Sorry…” Ford mumbled as Fidds started to dry out his hair.

“Just don’t make all us worry bout ya, ya big ol’ silly!” That’s when Fiddleford noticed the flowers that Ford was trying to keep out of sight. “Who those flowers fer?”

Ford was grateful that the towel blocked his face cause he could feel the heat raising to his cheeks. “W-Well, you see…I-I-I thought maybe s-since we-we’ve been talking a-again…I just…” How did Stanley make this look easy??

“I-I got them for you.” Ford pulled them in front of both of them not looking up. “S-Sorry…they got soaked…”

“Oh Stanferd, that was mighty sweet of ya.” Fiddleford took the flowers from the other man with a gentle smile and took the towel off of Ford seeing his bright red face. “I love ‘em.”

Ford looked up confused and Fiddleford chuckled at the way Ford’s hair puffed up in some places.

“Let’s get ya into dry clothes and you can check on the garden wit me.” Fiddleford grabbed Ford’s hand helping him up and made their way into the hall. “We can talk bout goin’ out fer dinner a’ter I know ya ain’t gonna get sick.”

“O-Okay.” This wasn’t really how Ford wanted the ordeal to go but it seemed the end result is the same. “That sounds like a good idea.”

Just by Chance - Part 3

Here’s a bunch of fluffy mushy shit. 

Honestly, this chapter is total shit. Not just fluff and mushy shit I mean literal shit

Originally posted by boredyet

You awoke to something falling in the other room, freezing out of fear as your eyes snap open only relaxing when you heard a certain Scot rattling off a string of curses. After the whole situation last night, both you and Chibs headed up to the cabin that the club would use from time to time. You were both met by Tig leaning against the porch smoking when you got there, just like Chibs, Tig was left without a home to go to now that the clubhouse was gone. After Tig had declared he was getting the main bedroom, you and Chibs fought over who would be getting the spare bed for a good 20 minutes before you gave up, letting Chibs win.

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Jaehyun - ideal type

literally 5 people requested for this lmaooo. But I’m not surprised bc jaehyun is actually perfection. Anyways lol here ya go..


- ok likes to smile a lotttt 

- filial girl 

- but likes sports too (i.e. volleyball, basketball, etc) 

- loves reading, I just feel like jaehyun rly likes reading idk, but if he does, he’d like if y'all would read together and shtuff 

- confident 

- but humble 

- I mean like ur gonna have to ask him out first let’s be real lmao 

- likes to sing: duets get ready for some duETS IF U DATING HIM 

- is up to anything like just sitting at home watching netflix or exploring 

 - competitive af 

- I mean come on, when y'all r playing board games 99.9% chance you’ll complain that he moved too far 

- loves the beachhhh 

- supportive 

 - and kind, like not self-centered 

 - good sense of humor 


- this is rly hard ummm 

- let’s see 

- eye smile 

- different variety of clothing 

- glasses: cuz y'all read lol - 

dimples, I mean dimple couple that’d be the cutest thing ever 

- anything honestly 

- I feel like jaehyun cares more abt personality 

 - but lemme just say, don’t change who u r to fit someone’s ideal type :) 

 note: this is 100% coming from my imagination and based on the info that I know abt jaehyun

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Southern Comfort

Originally posted by sammyseyebrows

Pairing: Benny x Reader, Sam x friend!Reader
Word count: 529

Part 8 of a Cajun and a Gamer

The next morning, you were woken up by pounding on your door. Yawning, you slid out of bed and stretched. Benny simply moved to lay on his stomach, the sheet going to his lower back. You bit your lip and pulled on your underwear, and his shirt before heading to the door. “I’m coming, I’m coming. Jeez.” You huffed when you were closer, and the banging continued.

When you opened the door, you were greeted with a shocked looking Sam. “Is that…Benny’s shirt?” He pointed, furrowing his brows.

“Yeah…” You nodded, crossing your arms under your boobs. Raising an eyebrow at him, you sighed. “What’s the matter, Sam?” You asked, not wanting to argue with him.

He ran his hand through his hair. “I went to see Dean at the bar yesterday. After you logged off vent.” You let out a small groan. “Told him I didn’t want one of his dumbass friends hurting you.” He admitted.

You shook your head. “So, you’d rather me lose my best friend? You’d rather think it’s okay to blow me off, try to tell me who I can see, and barely talk to me?” Wiping your cheek, you glanced over your shoulder when you heard Benny.

“Now that’s a sight I could get used to, cher.” Benny smirked, wrapping his arms around your waist from behind. His eyes went to Sam, not missing the way his jaw clenched. All Benny was wearing was a pair of boxers. “He botherin’ you?” He asked, kissing your neck.

Sam was getting angrier with the sight in front of him. You shook your head. “No, we were just talking, babe.” You put your hands on his. “Don’t worry.”

“Ya sure you don’ need some more o’ that southern comfort I gave ya last night?” He chuckled.

“Really?” Sam snapped. “I’m right here.” His hazel eyes went between the two of you.

Benny shrugged. “I seen you all over your woman at the apartment the other day.” He pointed out. “Ya didn’ seem to mind much then, did ya?”

You sighed, hating that they just rubbed each other the wrong way. “Come on, guys, don’t fight.” You pleaded. You’d be happy if they could just be in the same room without glaring.

“I’m not fighting. I just don’t want to see you get hurt.” Sam told you, his eyes pleading with you. “He’s friends with Dean, and we know what Dean is like.”

“You’re his brother! By that logic, you should be just as bad as he is, but you’re not. Stop, Sam. I’m a big girl. Come back when you’re ready to be a decent human being to my boyfriend.” You told him, moving to shut the door.

Sam’s hand stopped it before it could. “Boyfriend?” He asked, surprised.

Benny grinned. “Ya got that right.” He put his hand on the door, shutting it the rest of the way. Turning you, he pulled you into a kiss. “How ‘bout some more fun before we start the day?” He grinned, making you smile.

“I’d like that.” You agreed, giggling when he put you over his shoulder. “Benny!” You laughed as he tickled the back of your knee.

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Waiting Anxiously - Part 1

I sit there in my bed, my legs tucked close to me as I pull my knees to my chest hugging myself tightly.
My heart rate picks up, my head starts to pound, my throats feels tight, my chest feels heavy, beads of sweat are forming on my forehead.
Most of the time I can feel these things coming on and I can prepare for the wave or try and stop myself from even stepping in the water. This one had no warning though, just a sudden increase in paranoia over nothing.
As I sat in my bed I could feel the emotions intensify. I reach over on my night stand and quickly put my headphones on and press play on the iPod I keep plugged in at all times. I smooth my finger over the surface and turn the volume up.
I let the smooth beat and the soft vocals fill my ears and let the words seep into my mind.
I have found just a handful of songs can stabilize these moments if not get rid of them completely.
Tonight it was Twenty One Pilots, Car Radio.
I feel my eyes well up as the words speak volumes louder than the actual music playing in my ears. I rest my forehead on the tops of my knees and breath.

“Fear will lose. Fear will lose. Fear will lose.” I repeat in a whisper tone to myself.

I’m taking deep breaths through my nose and letting them out of my mouth slowly, tears are dripping from my eyes. I want this to be over and I’m not sure if I’m talking about this moment or everything.
The song comes to an end and my finger twitches to the previous button, the song starts over. My arms tighten around myself and soon the buildup becomes too intense. I let go of my legs and let a scream out, the sound only lasts for a second as I place a pillow over my face to muffle myself.
I let out one more scream as tears run down my cheeks, my hands are shaking and I can hear my pulse.
I lay down on my back and pull the pillow off my face. Another deep breath in and out.
All my lights are off and it almost starts to seem peaceful staring into the dark. I can feel my heart slowing, I take another deep breath.

“The hard part is done, you’re safe and sound, don’t let these thoughts scare you, I’m here now.“ I wipe the tears from my face as the last word escapes my lips.

I’ve struggled with anxiety for years and my mom used to say that saying to me after every attack, every breakdown, every episode. I don’t think she even realized how much she has helped me, even since her passing.
I let out another deep breath as the song comes to an end for the second time, I let it play to the next Twenty One Pilots song and close my eyes. I don’t fall asleep easily, it’s not till about the fourth song that my mind finally shuts down.

The next morning is always a little hazy after a late night attack, I’ve become used to it though. The sun is barley peeking through my dark curtains, I throw my blanket off me and let the cool morning air hit my skin. I mumble and groan as I sit up on the edge of the bed.
Its Friday, I have my earliest class on Friday, I don’t know why I thought that was a bright idea.
I drag myself out of the bed completely and shuffle my feet under me into the bathroom. A quick rinse to my face with icy water, tying my hair in a high ponytail and brushing my teeth is all I do before grabbing my bag and heading down the stairs and into my car.
I toss my bag in the passenger seat and start up my old little Nissan. I turn the radio on and it’s playing Stressed Out, which I still don’t find myself getting sick of but I don’t listen to the radio very often.
I pull out of the parking lot and drive off to school, it’s just a few minutes down the street so I enjoy the few minutes alone.
People fill the courtyard as I pull up to the building, I grab my bag from the passenger seat and take a step onto campus. I glance up at the sky, its gray like always but it hasn’t rained yet.
I walk past the crowds of people, I give smiles to most hoping thats enough to steer clear of conversations, it works.

Economy Health, its even more boring than it sounds, and at 8am it’s deadly.
My major is business because, well I really don’t know what I want to major in. I was told business can almost be a general degree and that no matter where I decide to go it will look good, so thats where I am at. I take a seat in the middle of the room and take a pen and notebook out of my bag, I set my bag on the ground in between my feet. Other students start to take their seats, it is definitely not a full class. The professor comes in just a few minutes before class should start, he throws his briefcase on the metal framed desk at the front of the class.
The moment he starts to ramble on about stock markets I daze off, I usually can get a few key notes even from the most bland of lectures but due to my lack of sleep I’m not retaining much. I start to draw swirls and starts throughout the notebook page, it feels like time is ticking by slowly as my small doodles fill the page but once I look up to try and get an once of knowledge the professor is giving out the next weeks homework and wishing us a well weekend.
I yawn as I scribble down the assignment, I grab my bag from between my feet and head back outside.
Now I remember why I had picked such an early class for Friday, so I could have the rest of the day to do whatever. Although I am really not sure it was worth it.
I head back to my car, making the same smiles along the way. Another yawn comes from me as I take a seat in the drivers seat and put my bag in the passengers.
Once I pull up to my apartment I make a stop at the floor below me, a couple of knocks and Shay answers the door with a blanket wrapped around her.
She groans as I walk in and close the door behind me.

“Mornings are the worst.” Her voice is still rough from just waking up.

I plop down on the couch and sink into it, “Mhhm.” I close my eyes and I could easily fall right back to sleep.

Shay takes a seat next to me with a cup of coffee in her hand, we stay silent just enjoying the moments and I am especially enjoying the quiet moments.

I’ve known Shay since I was 13, so ten years now. We became close instantly, inseparable. She knows the deepest parts of me that no one else sees, as well as I know hers. We have built each other up and have let each other fall if needed.

She was the only one I would turn to when my mom passed away from cancer, I was 14. I had no on else, I had no idea what to do or where I was going to live.
My dad had committed suicide when I was just a baby, I didn’t really know any other family.
I was scared.
Shay and her family let me live with them temporarily, but  before I knew it they were requesting adoption papers. It was about a year before they got the approval but it was all worth the wait.
Shay and her family have provided me with everything I could of ever needed for life, including a literal best friend and sister. We both decided to stay in Seattle for college but we got separate apartments to just sort of grow on our own, but we are only one floor apart so we really don’t stay away for very long.

“Are you excited for tomorrow Alanis?” Shays voice makes my body jolt as I was falling back to sleep.

“Nervous.” I mumble.

“Come on, ya know I won’t plan anything too crazy. It’s your birthday, you should be celebrating all month!”

“I don’t trust you.” I let out a small laugh with my eyes still closed.

“Well, you’ll be happy you did tomorrow night!” It’s like I can hear the smile on her face.

Shay gets up and gets ready for her full day of classes, I stay asleep on the couch when she leaves.
When I wake back up and it’s near 1pm, I stretch my arms above my head as I sit up on the couch. Shay still has a few hours at school, I decide to head up to my floor and get some laundry done because I know Shay will want me to wear something special for tomorrow.
I turn on a small wireless speaker I have in my apartment and put my music on shuffle. I sort my clothes and start my first load of laundry. I have a choice of getting homework done or letting my mind melt on paper. I chose to let my mind melt, I reach under my pillow on my bed and pull out a black note book with the phrase “Sit In Silence” written on it. I have traced over my original letters so many times that it’s almost hard to make out the words.
This is where every thought and feeling is written, every up and down. Some pages are filled with words, others with poems and some are like a diary entry, it just depends on the day.
I pick up a pen on my way to the couch as I turn my music off, I sit with my legs criss crossed on the couch and place the note book on my thigh, a deep breath in and a deep breath out before my pen touches the page.

“The thoughts run in.
My sanity runs out.
I can’t make out the words they are writing down.
Heavy letters.
Loud voices.
I’m trying so hard to sort the noises.
This is what its like.
This is a peaceful night.
Welcome to the inside of my mind.
No one fits in.
And I surly won’t make it out alive.”

The page is finished of with meaningless doodles and the date.

I place the note book back under my pillow and head to the kitchen to make coffee and a grilled cheese.
My Friday is wasted away, Shay had homework to attend to and so did I.
My head rested on my pillow by midnight and no attack to wake me up, a birthday wish granted.

Im horrible at not creating a back story, so thats basically what part 1 is.
Feedback is always welcome.
I promise Josh will be introduced in the next chapter & I will try to update every weekend if my life allows.
Thanks, loves.