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Liam chose The Eagles [as all time favorite band]? That is the most random thing I’ve ever heard, it’s like he made that up on the spot. I’d say he knows two Eagles songs - Hotel California and Desperado. I’m livid about that, yeah.
—  Niall, BBC Radio 1 Christmas take over 25/12
The Story of Us

Prologue || 1 ||

 ✮ Chapter Two: First Day ✮

Word Count: 2958

Note: I forgot to add it on first part in the prologue but pretend that Lucas was supposed to transfer to NYC during his freshman year of high school and not seventh grade. I just wanted them to be older for this story.. :) 

Also make sure you’ve actually read the prologue as well as chapter one!! I know some people missed it!!

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After dragging herself out of bed and into the shower Riley dresses for school and makes her way downstairs where she finds Jed sitting on the sofa with a laptop in hand. The old man shares some news that doesn’t go down well with the New Yorker.

“You’re going to make me catch the bus on my first day at a new school?” Riley’s eyes are wide with disbelief.

“I don’t like to drive much,” Jed croaks.

“How will I know what to do?” Riley asks in a panic.

“There’s only one school bus in this town, it picks you up at the top of the street,” Jed explains. “And I’d hurry if I were you because it comes at 7:15 sharp.”

Riley looks at the time. 7:12am. Feeling bold Riley looks up and finds Jed’s stare. “And what if I miss the bus?” Riley challenges.

“Then I’m going to have to call your mom,” Jed doesn’t back down, “And the kids may be scared of me in this town but I’m no Topanga.”

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niasglamour  asked:

What do you think the tlc couples would fight about the most?

Kaider: Whose hoodie is whose (that’s what happens when they’re all oversized and gray). What exactly qualifies as “overwork”. Whether the sweet rolls are better from the street vendors or from the palace kitchen (the word snob is bandied about).

Wolflet: Whose turn it is to get up and make the coffee on the cold mornings. Whether or not it’s necessary to yell at those dumb enough to make unpleasant comments about Wolf (it is). What the best way to make a grilled cheese is (the butter goes both inside and outside).

Cresswell: Who the best character in that adventure novel they’re reading together is (it’s a tie). How many sample bites of the other’s ice cream are acceptable (both parties push the proposed limit). Whose turn it is to talk to that air traffic controller (if Thorne ever wants his portscreen to work again, he’d better fold).

Jacinter: Whether or not they need another dog (of course they do). What exactly constitutes an excessive level of PDA (ahem). Who gets the last sour apple petit (not Jacin).

norrihiddleskittycap  asked:

Imagine Steve and Bruce being best friends and doing yoga or drinking tea or painting together!

The café was wedged between a sub shop that had a line out the door no matter the hour, and a Planet Fitness so Steve wasn’t sure how it was so quiet, but if he hadn’t been looking for it, he probably would have walked right by it.  

“I think this is one of those places that belongs to the Wizarding World.”  He smiles, sitting in the armchair across from Bruce.  

They’d started their own two-man book club a month ago and at Bruce’s recommendation, they were through the first two Harry Potter books.  

“I knew you’d like it.  Here.”  Bruce passed him the tea menu.  “I have an apricot blend.”  He held his mug out for Steve to try a sip.  

They’d discovered they were both (quietly) tea fanatics (Tony had used the word snobs when they both turned their nose up at the brand of Early Grey he’d bought).  And the conversation quickly moved from their favorite brands of English Breakfast and Green to books and pairings (“Oh my GOD you two, it’s not wine.  What are you – am I not nerdy enough for this conversation?  Why are you leaving?  I bought you tea you’re just too sophisticated for me!”)

Steve hummed.  “That is good.”  He glanced over the menu.  “Oh! They have white tea, though.  –And white loose tea.  That decides it for me.”  

He orders, and looks around the shop.  The walls are a muted green with brown accents and the lighting gives him the sense that he’s in a forest, sunlight peeking through the trees. The menu is extensive and if he can convince Bruce (it won’t take much) he plans to stay for at least three cups of tea and several chapters of reading and discussion of The Prisoner of Azkaban.

When they leave, five hours later, they’re both halfway through Prisoner and have bought loose tea to bring back to the Tower to carry them through to their next Enhanced Anger Management Book Club Meeting.

Klaine Advent Day 9 - Indecent


“Put that thing away.”

“C’mon, babe, it’s not that bad,” Blaine said, motioning to the heap of fabric next to him on the bed. “I think you’ll look great.”

“Of course you do,” Kurt sneered, backing away from the bed like it was a monster ready to pounce. “That thing is indecent, Blaine. I’m not wearing it.”

“But you have to.”

“Says who?”

“Says the invitation, remember? Mandatory dress code.”

“I always knew Elliott was a pervert, but I didn’t think it was this bad,” Kurt grumbled, arms folded across his chest.

“You make it sound like we’re going to some kind of S&M party,” Blaine said, trying not to laugh too obviously - best not to provoke more of Kurt’s ire.

“I’d almost prefer that!” Kurt said, provoking some mental images in Blaine that made him choke. “I have bondage-inspired apparel. I look amazing in bondage-inspired apparel! But this?” Kurt picked up the bulky green sweater distastefully between his index finger and thumb. “This is a crime against humanity.”

“Oh, come on, it’s festive,” Blaine said, smiling. The sweater had knitted Christmas ornaments, jingle bells, and working lights festooned across it, with a gold star on the neckline and a velvet “skirt” around the hem. “It’s totally going to win the ugly sweater contest, too.”

“You really think so?” Kurt asked, hesitantly intrigued.

“For sure,” Blaine said. “It’s completely gaudy. No one could possibly compete unless they literally glued a reindeer to their chest.”

“I wouldn’t put it past Rachel,” Kurt said darkly, but he had shifted his grip to have a better hold on the garment. “And you promise that we can burn it afterwards?”

“I’ll let you light the first match,” Blaine said calmly. “But if you win, I doubt you’ll want to burn your victory sweater.”

“If I win, it can stay. If I lose, we’re having a bonfire when we get home,” Kurt said. “Deal?”

“Deal. Now get dressed, I don’t want to miss Dani’s gourmet eggnog!”

Once in a While - Chapter 2

Chapter 2

Layna had done what she had said she would do.  As soon as the doors locked behind their last customer, she pulled out her phone and went to IMDb to look up Oscar.   A year or two ago, she wouldn’t have known what IMDb was, but being that her boyfriend was a bit of a movie snob (his word, not hers) and she wasn’t, it had become a very necessary reference tool for her.  How else was she supposed to keep up with him and his friends when they were out?

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