yeah they have hair in this photo

“Harry,” Ron tugs at his sleeve, “Harry, how do I ‘reblog’ on Instagram?”

Harry swipes left on a brunette girl with pigtails and answers, “You don’t.”  His best friend makes an exasperated sound and Harry looks up to see him turning the phone Harry has bought him to the side as if to find the reblog button there. “You only like things on Instagram.”

“No, no,” Ron assures, “I want to reblog them too.”

Harry rolls his eyes. “No, I mean, you can only press the hearts, you can’t put them on your own wall.”

Ron looks annoyed. “But how are my followers going to see the things then?”

Harry chuckles and turns back to his phone were a too good-looking-to-be-good Theodore Nott has come up as a potential match. “You don’t have any followers,” he says and swipes left. Ron, muttering, doesn’t contradict him.

They’re on the tube, because Harry doesn’t have a connection into the Floo-network (and Harry’s with Ron because he doesn’t dare to let Ron ride by himself, despite protests from him that he ‘can do it by myself, I’ve gone by tube for years now!’ because although it is true, he has also always been with Hermione).

Leaning over, Ron asks, “Can I get Tinder, too?”

“Mate, it’s only a dating app. Nothing else.”

“Oh,” Ron says, “that’s a no then,” and he moves back to Instagram. Harry swipes left on seven people in four seconds and tells Ron he has enough apps as it is anyway.

Harry had been reluctant to get a Tinder profile in the beginning but somehow Ginny of all people had convinced him.

“I won’t meet the love of my life through a screen,” he’d said.

“Yeah, well you’re missing out on a lot of fun and have absolutely no way of meeting them if you sit in your flat and do nothing all day, either,” she’d responded. There had been no good argument after that and she’d “helped” him with his bio by typing “magical fingers and messy hair” and then swiped right on the first five potential matches before Harry had managed to get his phone back.

At first, he’d been meticulous. Gone through people bio’s and photos and really given everyone an honest chance as well as swiping right on a large number of people. After a couple of very awkward conversations, he changed tactics to not swiping right unless it really felt good but after awhile it got too much to invest himself in everyone so deeply. Soon enough he was not only addicted to swiping left, he also didn’t have the energy to care about anything but the first picture. Nowadays, it is more mindless than anything and there goes another three to the left.

It’s always the one’s that he doesn’t immediately swipe left on that he swipes right on. The one’s who makes him hold up, like this girl with rainbow coloured hair. Something that catches Harry’s eye and then he’s off again. Left left left left left Draco Malfoy. With a posh looking picture…

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So I noticed that at the sign of uncertainty and momentary nervousness, Rachel tends to tuck her hair behind her ear. And she does this gesture during times where she’s unsure of Chloe’s response or her own. So yeah, Rachel, has been wanting to get to know Chloe for some time now and like Chloe, she doesn’t wanna mess it up (hence why she gets so flustered).

BTW the last photo is where Rachel replies to Chloe’s confession. She’s taken aback and flustered (aka having a gay panic attack).

In summary: Rachel Amber, the most popular girl in school, has a crush on the lesbian delinquent, Chloe Price.

Mashima-sensei told me and my friend that the Gruvia son’s hair color is dark blue. He said blue initially but then he thought about it for a second and said dark blue, as a mix of them both. I have a video but you can’t really hear and signal is shit in this convention so a photo will have to do for now.

I said “yeah it should be dark blue!”, and sensei replied “you read my mind”.

No, I didn’t find out the name. I don’t want to ask anything else because I feel I’ve asked enough already. So please don’t ask me. If he has a name then we can hope that Mashima will reveal it himself one day. I didn’t ask about the Nalu daughter’s (Nashi or Luna) hair and eye color either for the same reason.

Though it was cute when I was standing a good distance away his translator called out to me saying “Juvia-chan!” and I wasn’t even in cosplay. She remembered me and recognized me from Friday (last time when I got his autograph and sketch). Our group made an impression. XD She’s really down to earth and cool too. I was really happy when his Japanese staff said they remembered me as well. I truly believe Mashima had a great time this weekend he enjoys the enthusiasm of the West.

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I forgot to mention. I told Mashima fans are really happy about the kids he drew and there are so many fanarts already. He was happy and said to keep doing that. lol

Bill skarsgard imagine

Bill talks about a picture of you and him on set during an interview.


Bill was sat infront of a studio audience and 6 studio cameras. He was being interviewed by James Corden on The Late Night Show. He was here to talk about his new film IT. He just knew it was only a matter of time before James asked about you, Bills long term girlfriend. A few days ago, a photo of him in full Pennywise costume kissing you, was released. Along with a photo of you looking absolutely terrified after. Pennywise and a famous Hollywood actress kissing was hilarious and very odd to a lot of fans. Both fans of Bill and you.

‘So Bill, did you have many visitors on set?’ James asked with a cheeky grin.

'Umm…yeah. I has a few people. My girlfriend  (Y/N) visited a few times. The kids really wanted to meet her so she surprised us all on set one day’. Bill responded, while he slicked his hands through his hair.

'We do actually have some great photos of (Y/N) and you on set’.

As James mentioned the photos, Bill turned to see the pictures of him in full make-up with his girlfriend.

'Oh my god, I have seen these so many times now. (Y/N) has even put them in a frame in our living room because she finds them so funny’. Bill laughed.

’ Is there much of a story behind them?’
James asked.

’ Yeah… with both of our jobs, we don’t get to see eachother as much as we would like so she decided to surprise me on set. I was in full make-up ready to film a scene. I turned around and saw my beautuful girlfriend looking at me in shock . I completely forgot I had my full clown face on. She’d never seen me in my Pennywise  costume and clowns freak her out a bit. I run towards her, grab her and kiss her full on the lips. I can feel her really tense up under me. I pull away, she has my lipstick on her lips, white paint on her face and she looked absolutely  horrified. She just had a 6 foot 4 clown march up to her and kiss her with quite a bit of force. I felt so bad’. Bill blushed.

'That would have been terrifying’ James agrees.

’ I know and after I just looked at her for what seemed like 20 minutes before she actually said anything.  she just goes “well thanks Bill, I didn’t want to sleep tonight”. I felt so guilty . It took her about half the day to look me in the eyes. I kept apologising to her until she finally pulled me in for a hug’.

'How was she with the kids?’ James enquired.

’ Oh, she was great. They loved her, Jack in particular kept following her around like a lost puppy. He asked if he could date her instead’. Bill exclaimed.

'The cheek.’ James replied laughing.

'I know. But in all seriousness. She was fabulous with them. I am very proud of her and how she is with kids’. Bill responded with a smile.

He just knew that you and him would make a great little family.

I think this is reading a book together? Yes? Ok. let’s do this. 

Keith’s old shack smells of wood varnish and old paper. Specks of dust shine and dance in the beams of afternoon sun, and Keith sits in the centre of his small living room surrounded by boxes. He flicks through a book and smiles fondly at the familiar faces that look up at him. 

“Hey babe! Can we donate all these crop jackets?!” Lance’s voice calls from the bedroom. 

“No!” Keith yells back.

“But they don’t even fit you anymore! And I don’t want these fashion disasters in our apartment!”

Our apartment. Keith’s heart thrums at those words. His grin blooms across his face. 

“I think I can make them fit!” He laughs. 

Soft foot falls announce Lance’s entrance into the living room. he lets out a suffering sigh. 

“Babe. Babe. Look. Babe look at this.”

Keith looks up. On the other side of the room Lance stands wearing one of his crop jackets. It reaches just barely under his pecks. The sleeves reach just under his elbow, and the seams at the shoulder look like they’ll burt. 

“There’s no way you can wear these anymore.” He deadpans. 

“I’m smaller than you. Not my fault you got insanely ripped.”

“Keith! You’re not 16 anymore!” Lance implores. “And your biceps are way bigger than mine.” To prove it to him, Lance runs up behind Keith and grabs his shoulders. He gently sways them from side to side and runs his hands admiringly up and down his boyfriend’s arms. 

“Bench press me, baby. I know you can.”

“Laaaaance,” Keith laughs. Lance chuckles and leans forward. His arms wrap around Keith’s neck and he rests his chin on top of his head. His long legs slot next to Keith’s easily. 

“Is it weird being back here?” Lance asks quietly. Keith leans into Lance’s chest. 

“Yeah….” He sighs. “But it’s nice… being here with you. Getting that sense of closure, you know?”

“Yeah. It’s nice to…” Lance looks down and spies the book in Keith’s lap. He freezes. 

“Nooooo way.” He whispers. He moves to look over Keith’s shoulder, and his arms tuck under Keith’s. He reaches forward and takes the book from Keith’s hands, flicking it closed and staring at the cover.

Garrison 2063 Yearbook 

“Holy shit…” Lance whispers. Keith chuckles and it rumbles against him. 

“I know, right? I found it while packing.”

“We have to keep this.”

“Absolutely.” Keith smiles. “Here wanna see something crazy?” He excitedly flicks to a page. A small photo of Pidge looks up at them. Hair cut short. Glasses comically big on her small face. 

“OOOOHHHHHH my god.” Lance squeals gleefully. “WHAT A TINY BABY.”

Keith giggles. “Remember how you thought she was a boy?”

“Look at this photo! You can’t blame me! Look at this tiny androgynous child.” They both laugh. Lance’s muscular forearms wrap and squeeze around his boyfriend’s stomach. 

“There’s also this.” Keith holds up a new page. Hunk’s 17 year old face beams up at them. There’s the mature eyes that Keith and Lance are used to, but there are traces of baby fat around his jaw. His trademark orange headband is also much brighter than either of them remember it being. Years of sweat, sun and being blown into space have since turned his headband almost a pastel colour. 

“Was Hunk ever small?”

“As someone who’s known him since we were 10…” Lance pauses. “No.” He laughs. “Dude could pick up most of our teachers from the time he was 12. I know this because I dared him to.”

Keith shakes his head. 

“I don’t doubt it.”

They continue to flip through pages. Some faces they barely recognise, others have been completely lost to time. They reach the staff pages and Keith and Lance proceed to flip off Iverson and the other instructors that expelled Keith. 

There’s a sharp intake of breath.

In the staff section, smiling up with a handsome face and beautiful dark hair is Shiro. Both of his arms are clearly visible, and there’s no scar marking his face. His eyes gleam with youthful optimism. Guilt churns in Keith’s stomach.

“God…” He deflates. “He looks so young.”

Lance squeezes him tightly. 

“He certainly… has changed.” He presses a kiss to Keith’s temple and brushes his fingers along a scar that courses through his eyebrow. Keith looks down to see Lance’s prosthetic foot nudging his thigh. 

“But so have we.” Lance smiles. “We’re all ok. Shirt’s ok now. And while things were hard…” He presses another quick kiss to Keith’s cheek. “I wouldn’t change anything.”

Keith turns his head towards his boyfriend. His mouth quirks into a grin and he presses a smiling kiss to Lance’s lips. 

“Me neither.” 

“Also…” Lance smirks. His hands hurriedly flick through the pages until he barks out a laugh.

“Can you PLEASE admit that you had a fucking mullet?” He cackles. Keith looks down at the photo and groans loudly.

“Oh my god, look at this child.” He sighs. “Why is he so moody?!” He yells at his 16 year old self. 

“You stupid boy, you don’t even know you’re an alien yet! No one’s shooting at you! Your life is great!” Keith yells. Lance howls with laughter behind him. 

“I think he’s mad…” Lance wheezes, “Because he’s super fucking gay for this handsome boy here…” Lance points at the photo of his teenager self, “But this boy thinks he’s an asshole.” 

Keith coos at the photo of Lance. He brings the book closer to his face and smiles dopily. 

“God you were cute.”

“Were?” Lance blusters. 

Keith hums. He rotates and leans into Lance’s chest. A low chuckle escapes him. 

“You’ve become the hottest and most handsome person in the universe.” He runs his hands across Lance’s broad chest. 

“And I cannot wait to spend the rest of my life with you.”

The yearbook lies forgotten on the floor as Lance leans down to languidly kiss Keith until the afternoon sun slips into the horizon. 

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june 11, 2017 - it was the lejindary day where CHRISTINE— yes Christine herself stepped on the floors of MUJI and basically robbed her parents

I also went to Daiso to get Pocky so yeah life was good until she remembered that today is the last day she can have purple hair i did this for namjoon but it had to go

Roommates: Part One

Originally posted by tomshollandss

Summary: Reader is a ghost that lives in Tom Holland apartment and Tom doesn’t believe in ghosts. Or does he? Let’s play with a Ouija board like all stupid 21 year olds do and find out. 

Warning: Rape mentions, swearing, death, spooky shit, dont play with ouija boards (especially while drunk)

Words: 2k

Special thank you to @axolotlnerd for betareading this for me. <3

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The song of the ocean breeze fills the air around you and Shawn as you lazily swing back and forth in that old hammock on the front porch of the house you’re renting, the one with ropes that looked about ready to snap. Shawn spent the day yesterday repairing it while you watched him, iced tea in hand, sunglasses perched on your nose and encouragements falling from your lips. (“Babe, your back looks so good like that”; “Stop wiggling your ass at me dipshit”; “Can you take your pants off too?”)

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Enchoi Your Friday: Pool Day with the RFA

It rhymes! Anyway, this was supposed to be with just the twins, but we just couldn’t leave out the rest of the gang. ;)


  • You were complaining in the chatroom that the weather is getting too hot
  • And the AC in the bunker was broken to make it worse
  • You suggest that the entire RFA go for a pool day or something
  • Saeyoung agrees…but he doesn’t have a pool in his underground house
  • Jumin, however, does and offers his since he barely uses it except for his swimming exercises
  • Everyone is all for it…except Saeran
  • When he found out Jumin and Zen were going, he was a bit hesitant 
  • All the arguing plus Zen’s talkativeness might threaten his enjoyment
  • But somehow you and Saeyoung pull him along
  • Saeyoung gave Saeran a pair of swimming trunks that were blue with Hawaiian flowers…while he’s wearing red ones with Hawaiian flowers
  • “Why are these matching…” Saeran deadpanned
  • “They were having a deal.” 
  • You guys get to the pool and Jumin, Zen, and Jaehee are already there
  • Jumin is stretched out in one of those recliner chairs, sunglasses on his head, and a slab of sun lotion on his nose
  • Meanwhile, Zen asked Jaehee to take a full body picture of him for his social media…and she was getting carried away
  • Saeyoung is the first one actually in the pool, as he canon balls straight in
  • You sit on the edge, just letting your legs dangle in the water at first
  • He swims over to you and puckers his lips for a kiss
  • Not thinking, you lean forward, but before your lips touch, he had grabbed onto your legs and pulled you into the water
  • Before you can protest long, he pulls you underneath the water and kisses you
  • Meanwhile, Saeran can’t swim well so he’s hanging out in the shallower side of the pool
  • Zen comes over and tries to give him a “big brother” kind of pep talk, and Saeran is dying inside because oh gosh it’s happening again
  • And besides that, Zen’s narcissism gets ten times worse because he’s shirtless
  • Yoosung arrives to the party a little late, and he barely has time to set his things down before Saeyoung tosses him into the pool in front of Saeran
  • Saeran is silently thanking him and dashes straight to his friend, “Hey, chipmunk! You came too?”
  • “Yeah,” Yoosung replies getting hair out of his eyes. “And I have inflatables. There’s even an ice cream one if you want to use it!”
  • Saeran is so touched
  • It takes so many tries for Saeran to actually mount the ice cream floaty
  • In some weird turn of events, Yoosung is pushing onto his butt trying to help him up
  • He pushed too hard and Saeran goes sprawling into the pool
  • Jaehee is on the sidelines watching, discreetly taking photos and trying not to laugh
  • Finally, Jumin decides to get into the pool…and of course, he brings Elizabeth on her own little floaty
  • This little floaty keeps drifting away from mista trust fund though…straight towards someone else
  • Cue Zen having to stand on the other side of the pool because of his allergies
  • Jaehee has to enter the pool slowly…feet, knees, stomach, and then the rest of her
  • Nobody, not even Saeyoung, dares interrupt this process
  • She waits until Saeyoung goes after Elizabeth or goes to bother someone else, and then she comes over to you
  • You two do little laps while talking and relaxing on the deep end
  • Everyone started to get a little hungry after a while
  • Jumin was prepared 
  • He thought having a BBQ would be a perfect meal for after food
  • It was a strange hybrid between Korean and American BBQ, and surprisingly Jumin is one heck of a good barbequer
  • Somewhere in the middle of the meal, Saeyoung tugs on your hand and brings you back to the car
  • You’re not sure what he’s upto, but you go along with it…turns out he’s going to the grocery store
  • He said he was craving his HBC and Dr. Pepper, but he really just wanted to get away from the crowd for a few minutes and spend some time with you
  • A few grocery store shenanigans…and a few board game purchases later…you two start heading out when Saeyoung has an amazing idea
  • With your help, you guys bring back huge tubs of different ice cream flavors and toppings for everyone
  • Cue Jumin and Saeyoung teaming up to experiment with their different flavors and concoctions
  • For the rest of the night, the group of you just ate loads of ice cream and played board games deep into the night

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The Vanilla Chronicles: Kim Seokjin

Prompt: Can I request a Jin smut where you and bts are talking about y'all’s sex life and they ask you hows yours and Jin’s and you say its vanilla and so Jin gets mad and later on goes rough on you to show he’s not vanilla. Thanks and love you.

Pairing: Jin x Reader

Word Count: 2.4k

Warning: Dom!Jin, overstimulation, Oppa!Kink

**This story actually has a plotline *wow*
**Once again all constructive feedback is welcomed
**BTS smut/fluff/angst requests are open!

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A Picture Requires a Thousand Words

by: mldrgrl
Rating: PG
Summary: Based on a picture prompt by @sunflowerseedsandscience.  Photo is part of the story!


They’d been poring over photos and notes at Mulder’s apartment for over two hours, trying desperately to make a breakthrough in their investigation before someone else got hurt.  At some point, Scully’s stomach growled, too loudly to ignore.  Mulder offered to order a pizza, which Scully gratefully accepted.  

In the break to order food, Scully stood and stretched.  They’d gone straight from work to Mulder’s apartment and her feet were starting to feel the effects of being trapped in high heeled boots all day.  Hesitantly, though she didn’t think Mulder would care if she took her shoes off, she unzipped her boots and breathed a sigh of relief as she freely flexed her toes.

“Make yourself at home, Scully,” Mulder said with a chuckle.

Her cheeks burned slightly and she ducked her head to let her hair fall from over her ear to hide her face.  “Sorry, I didn’t think you’d mind.”

“Of course I don’t mind.  Whatever you want to take off Scully, you go right ahead.”

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Of Old Memories And Future Moments

Surprise! A wild phanfic has appeared! I was watching PINOF8 when suddenly I had a moment of inspiration so I wrote this oneshot. Hope you like it!

summary: “Rummage inside Phil’s bedside drawer‘‘ it said. Oh no. What would have happened if Dan had found something more interesting than a lip-balm inside Phil’s bedside drawer?

word count: 2.6k

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They had been filming Phil Is Not On Fire 8 for some time when…

’‘Wait a minute, wait a minute,” Dan said, pulling Phil aside so he could read the screen better “Rummage inside Phil’s bedside drawer, okay!” he exclaimed, rapidly moving towards it while Phil repeatedly saying “no” and trying to stop his friend.

Dan opened it and found a lip-balm which he picked up and exageratedly spoke to Phil, “How pale are you?”

Phil didn’t even have time to respond before Dan threw the lip-balm inside the drawer again and searched for something more he could show to the camera.

The black haired boy was still, not even daring to move a muscle. He wanted to stop Dan before he found something he didn’t really want him to see but it was too late.

“Phil, why…?” Dan looked at him, two pieces of a ripped photo on his hands, which he slowly put together to properly see the picture.

It was a photo of them back in 2012, before everything went down. It was a selfie of both of them, happily smiling at the camera while Dan’s hand squeezed both of their faces together. He remembers it well.

They had been a surprisingly warm Autumn day and they had been sightseeing London for hours when they stopped in Hyde Park for a rest, the sun was setting and not many people where there, only a few birds tweets could be heard. They sat under a tree, their thights touching while their backs were resting against the tree trunk, a pile of orange and red leaves around them.

“Let’s take a selfie to remember this day…” Dan said, taking the pocket size digital camera they had been carrying around all day.

Phil leaned a bit closer so he could fit into the frame, not really wanting to invade Dan’s personal space. Even though they had been together for a few years, he knew Dan didn’t like getting his personal space invaded, and he respected it.

“Phil, don’t be silly, get closer!” Dan laughed at him, one of his hands reaching his cheek to squish their faces together, not a centimetre left between them. Phil felt relieved and he finally allowed himself to smile properly before a flashing light blinded him.

He didn’t even have time to change his pose when he saw another flash of light, this time Dan’s lips on his cheek, giving him a peck.

“I really want to print these two, I really like them… what do you think Phil?” Dan’s voice brough him back to earth, shaking his head a bit and looking at the camera screen. They really were good photos.

“Yeah, I like them too. We look so happy, you make me so happy…” Phil whispered, giving Dan a peck on the cheek as the brown haired had done a few moments ago.

“You make me happy too…” Dan told him before kissing him hard against the tree trunk. Their kiss only ended when the last sun rays soaking their faces faded away, letting them know that the day was over even if they didn’t want it to end.

“Dan…” Phil’s timid voice brought him back to the moment they were now. Dan looked at him and then back at the picture which he still had in his hands, sad and hurtful memories clouding his mind now. His eyes were starting to water, not really wanting to recall the horrible argument that lead them to their break-up back in 2012, and how Dan had ripped that picture…

It was to much. The pressure was to much. After the “Valentine’s Video” had leaked a few days ago Dan couldn’t handle the comments he was receiving. He couldn’t imagine this was happening. And yes, in his mind it was all Phil’s fault, even though deep down he knew it wasn’t but he didn’t have anyone else to blame that’s why he was screaming at him right now. 

“Why did you even film that stupid video?” his voice sounded around the living room while he paced around.

Phil didn’t even respond, to scared to confront Dan, so he just shrugged his shoulders, making him smaller in the sofa seat.

“You knew I wasn’t ready to come out, and yet you outed us with that video! What made you think you had the right to do that, eh?” Dan’s face was red, he was angrier that he had ever been.

This time Phil tried to defend himself, “Because you are my boyfriend and I wanted to thank you and show how much I love you, that’s why I made the video and it leaked because of a YouTube glitch, it wasn’t my fault!”

Dan wasn’t listening as he was too angry to think clearly, he was still conviced Phil had made this all happen.

“Well, it’s a strange way to show how much you love me, making a video of pure bullshit so everyone can know what a happy couple we are when we aren’t!” Dan said, grabbing the photo of them squeezing their faces together that was resting in the bookshelf and shoving it into Phil’s face before ripping it in half and throwing the pieces onto the floor.

Phil’s face fell as soon as he saw Dan ripping the picture. He looked at the pieces that were now lying on the floor before speaking up “Are you not happy with me?”

“What?” Phil’s question took him surprisedly, he didn’t expect to hear that from the blue eyed.  

“Are you not happy with me? I don’t want to be the one who makes unhappy, you don’t deserve that…” Phil spoke, his timid voice was loud enough so Dan could hear it.

“Damnit Phil! No, I’m not happy! I told you I was but no, I’m not and I don’t think I have ever been” Dan lied, still angered about the video thing, wanting to hurt Phil as much as he had hurt him, even though it was not the same.

Phil let a tear slide down his cheek and quickly cleaned it with his hand, hoping Dan didn’t notice. And he was right, because Dan keept screaming at him.

“I tried to be happy but you just keep doing things that made me wonder why do I like you! This was the last straw Phil… We should break up.” Dan’s last words were almost quiet, he didn’t meant to voice those word. They were a lie. But his brain  and his anger weren’t cooperating.

Phil lifted his head and looked at his brown eyes, “let me fix this, you are my best friend too, I cannot lose you Dan…” he pleaded him, taking a few steps forward and trying to grab his hands, but thinking it twice about it Phil retracted them to he side.

Dan considered what Phil was asking him. He didn’t really want to lose his best friend either. So he took a deep breath and responded “let me think about it, and yes, you are gonna fix this because if you don’t we are done.”

And with that Dan left the room, letting Phil sat back down on the sofa with his head buried in his hands before picking up the ripped picture and saving it in his bedside drawer, where he knew Dan would never find it.

Dan remembers now how Phil had stayed days and nights trying to take down every single video and hurtful comment that he could find, trying to fix it. To fix them. He also recalls Phil’s voice, asking for forgiveness and trying to get back together, but Dan couldn’t handle it. Not anymore. He was still angry at Phil, angry at himself, for being insecure, for not trusting him enough  .So, not really wanting to lose Phil he agreed to stay as friends until today.

“Dan…” the blue eyed’s voice brought him back to reality, fixing his gaze in the clear blue orbs that were watering. Oh no.

“Why did you save it? After I hurt you so much why did you?” Dan questioned him. Phil didn’t know that he had lied all those years ago and he decided he was going to tell him, but he needed to hear Phil’s statement first.

“Yeah, you are right, you hurt me with your words but I hurt you too. You said I made you unhappy, but I kept staring at that picture and I knew our smiles were real. We were happy. I didn’t know what I did to make you so miserable so I’m sorry for whatever I did…” Phil took a breath before continuing, “I saved the picture because deep down I knew I had made you happy at some point in our relationship, the laughs and smiles of that day couldn’t be fake, I know they weren’t. So that’s why it was in my bedside drawer, because everytime I feel down, even though it hurts, I look at and compare it to many of the photos I see of you on Tumblr to see if you have the same smile as you did. And you have it. You have the same smile and I realized that even though we are not together you are happy and that’s what matters.”

Dan was crying, he didn’t expect those words from Phil. He hadn’t done anything wrong, and he still was beating himself up because Dan had lied all those years ago. He just wanted Dan to be happy, and Dan hadn’t done anything to thank him.

“Phil no,” Dan said, leaving the picture on the bed and hugging his friend, who circled his arms around his waist, bringing him in a much needed hug. “Phil, I’m sorry and you are gonna hate me for this but I lied to you all those years ago.”

“What?” Phil whispered, trying to untangle from the hug but Dan didn’t let him.

“I lied to you. I was happy with you. You made me happy. I lied because I was hurt. After the video leaked and I read all those comments I was angry and I wanted to hurt you too. I knew it wasn’t your fault but I was still a kid and I didn’t know how to react… I was in such a bad place with uni and then this, it had been all too much to handle and I eneded up balming you and hurting you. I’m sorry Phil, I’m so sorry.” Dan was fully sobbing now, his face buried on Phil’s neck, whiskers smugged.

Phil was silently crying too, not really making any noise so Dan wouldn’t have to worry about him either. Dan was right. He had been a kid when all of that happened, and even though their relationship had been strong the pressure of fame and the comments had hurt, leading Dan to break their relationship so he didn’t had to deal with all of it. He had been in a bad place then, but Phil understood everything now.

“Dan, shhh Dan… I don’t hate you. I could never hate you.” Phil tried to calm him down, but it didn’t seem to be doing much. “I understand now why you did what you did. I understand. I’m sorry too.”

“But Phil you have nothing to be sor…” Dan tried to explain himself but the blue eyed didn’t let him.

“No, Dan, don’t try to excuse me” Phil grabbed Dan’s head and made him look into his eyes, “you have grown so much since that happened, we both have. I made mistakes too, I hurt you too, and we have learnt from them…”

“I’m glad our friendship was strong enough so I wouldn’t lose you.” Dan whispered to Phil, hanging his head down and picking the discarded photo again, putting the pieces together to look at the picture again. He wasn’t crying anymore, but some of the tears left fell onto the picture.

“You will never lose me. I promise you that,” Phil said, picking up one of the photo’s pieces and lookng at it, “Even if neither of us would want to admit it we needed each other, even as friends, even if we eneded up not speaking for weeks I was reassured that you were still in the flat.” the blue eyed said, knowing Dan felt the same.

Even if they hadn’t spoken for weeks he was glad Dan was in the other room, it was a sign that neither of them was ready to let the other go, that they still needed each other, even if it was a few feet away.

“Wait here…” Phil stood up, leaving Dan confusedly sitting on the bed, but before he could say anything Phil came back with a roll of sticky tape.

Without a word, Phil took the two ripped pieces of the photo and tapped them together, making it whole again. He lifted it and gave it to Dan, “here, for you.”

Dan was deeply touched by Phil’s gesture, but he couldn’t accept it, he had damaged that photo and with that their relationship and Phil had fixed it again for him. He wanted to bitterly laugh at the metaphor, to be honest.

“Phil, I can’t… I ripped it in the first place, I don’t deserve to have it back.” Dan told him, handing it back to him but Phil put his hands behind his back making it impossible to give it to him.

“No, no, it is a ’'no return” gift, now you will have to keep it forever!“ Phil said, a smile on his face.

The blue eyed’s silly antics made Dan laugh and even though he could leave the picture just there, he couldn’t bare himself  to do that.

’'Thank you” Dan sincerely said, looking onto Phil’s eyes and triying to communicate with his gaze what he couldn’t with his words, hoping Phil would understand. Not just for the picture, but for understanding, for forgiving him, for being such a good friend… even if Dan still loved him like he had done years back. He never stopped to be honest.

“No need to thank me, there is nothing sticky tape and a truthful conversation cannot fix.” And with that Phil winked at him, grabbing the sharpie from the nightstand and drawing the whiskers back again in Dan’s face, who smiled widely at him at the gesture.

“Now c'mon, we still have a few questions to answer.” Phil said trying to grab the phone that was on the other side but before he could do it Dan tackled him onto the bed, landing on top of him, grabbing the sharpie from his hand and lifting it to Phil’s face, “yours are smudged too, you spork!”

They both laughed and Dan started his work. Phil didn’t even realize he had his eyes closed when instead of a sharpie he felt a pair of chapped lips on his, making slowly move them, enjoying and remembering the sweet sensation of Dan’s lips he had missed so much.

Once the kiss ended, Dan looked at him, scared of his reaction.

“You know? You laugh at me for having lip-balm on the bedside drawer, but if you plan on kissing me again I suggest you start using some!” Phil told him jokingly, making Dan release a breath he had been holding before hitting him on the chest before burying his head on the crook of Phil’s neck.

“I hate you.” Dan whispered into his ear.

“I hate you too.” Phil responded, before hugging Dan a bit closer, just the sound of their breaths in the room.

Phil Is Not On Fire 8 could wait.

Auston Matthews - Reunited

After reading so many Auston stories I thought I’d give it a go at my own. Written at midnight so forgive me if there are errors.
Prompt: you’re unexpectedly about to reunite with your childhood best friend over dinner at his family’s house. Feelings from the past 10 years will come up.
Word count: 1391
Warnings: none. All fluff.
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You’re standing in the middle of a grocery aisle unable to move after the mother of your childhood best friend invited you over for dinner that evening. Auston Matthews is coming back home to Arizona and you haven’t seen him in years. You two used to be inseparable. In elementary he’d go on and on about the zamboni to you and you’d tease him for loving a sport on ice when you live in the desert.
Auston freaking Matthews. Damn, you missed that name. Since he’d gone off to Switzerland to pursue hockey you two hadn’t been as close. But, now, you were hoping for the best. You have less than 4 hours to get yourself together to be reunited with the only boy who would play rough with you during recess in elementary.
Once you snap to, you immediately check out of the grocery store and hurry home. What do you wear tonight? How should you do your hair? Does it even matter? He’s always seen you as such a tomboy. You have his number jersey already. Should you just wear that? Is that over thinking it? What. Do. You. DO?!
You’re laying down in your bed as all these questions fill your head. There’s a photo of you two, probably around 10 years old, tacked to your cork board above your desk. Auston has a smirk on his face and his elbow resting on your shoulder as your arms are crossed with a look of annoyance. Yeah, he wouldn’t care too much if you showed up in ripped jeans and a messy ponytail. You’ve always been that comfortable around him.
You decide to put on a light amount of make up, (unripped) jeans, and a nice floral blouse.
You still can’t believe Auston is coming home for such a short amount of time and his mother wants you to join them for their intimate family time together.
Also tacked to your cork board, directly underneath your photo together, is a wristband that says “best friends” on it. You two got them in 6th grade when you went to an arcade together and completely demolished him in every shooting game you both played.
You leave your house around sunset with your 6th grade bracelet hugging your wrist. You hope it’ll be a good conversation starter so you and Auston can easily fall back into the swing of things. As you are approaching his family’s house your stomach is filled with butterflies.
Stepping up to the front door you take a deep breath and exhale as many of the nerves you’ve built up that you can. You ring the door bell and wait. Playing with your thumbs as you hear footsteps approach the door.
“Hey!” Auston answers as he swings open the door. He immediately pulls you in for a big hug. “(Y/N) I’ve missed you!”
You’re completely caught up in his embrace. “I’ve missed you as well, Auston.”
As you both pull out of the sincere embrace he takes you by the hand and leads you inside.
“Mom just finished hooking it UP with dinner. You came just in time.” He smiles at you as you’re led into the dining room. You say, “hi.” To his parents and sister.
Dinner was amazing. You realized you also missed his mom’s cooking. She’d always make meals when you’d go over in the summertime to play. The dinner consisted of small talk and mostly his dad bugging him to know all the details of living in Canada and hockey. The entire time you were sitting next to Auston and he’d look over every few minutes with a smile and thank you for joining them.
Once dinner is over, the entire family excuses themselves for their nightly routine. Auston takes you into his parent’s backyard to continue the night. You two sit down on a lovely cushioned bench under the starry Arizona sky.
“How are you?” He asks. Genuinely wanting a truthful answer.
You shrugged, “I still live in Arizona so I don’t think I’m as well off as you.” He laughs and nods in agreement.
“I’m really glad my mom bumped into you today. I had lost your number when I moved out and really wanted to see you.” He said, scooting closer to you on the bench so your legs were touching.
“I’m glad too.” You smile and look down at your feet. He begins to run his finger across your wristband. “Wow, you still have this?” He asked.
“I know, silly, right?” You say. A bit embarrassed now that you actually wore it.
He lifts your chin with his finger and smiles at you.
“Yeah, silly.” He smirks.
“Ah, Auston Matthews. King of teasing me.” You say as you playfully push at his chest. He chuckles and then reaches to hold your hand. His fingers now interlaced with yours.
“Thank you for wearing this. I realize you’re the only person in this city who I can still have a good talk with without any of my career stuff being the main focus.” He states as he kisses your hand adorned with the best friend bracelet on it.
You smile at him, “well, Mr. big-shot hockey man. What made you think I came over to do anything else other than grovel over your Hockey God existence??” You both burst into laughter.
“Oh, I definitely missed this. Thank you.” He sighs while letting go of your hand and proceeding to wrap his arm around your shoulders. You easily rest your body against his and are content with the next few moments of silence. You grab his hand that’s resting in his lap. Both of your hands exploring his fingers and caressing his palm. He carefully placed a kiss on your forehead.
“You look beautiful tonight, by the way.” He says, sounding a little shakey.
“Auston Matthews, am I making you nervous?” You giggle.
“Honestly? The thought of seeing you again scared me so much. I remember you being the only girl to challenge me at anything. Damn,(Y/N) you knew how to push my buttons.” He laughs. You kiss his thumb that you’ve been playing with.
“Thank you for not changing one bit, Auston.” You whisper. He pulls his hand away from yours and places it on your jaw. Moving your face towards his.
His eyes explore your expression as your heart is practically beating out of your chest. His thumb caressing the side of your face. You begin blushing and try to turn away.
He whispers, “please… I’ve been waiting since the 3rd grade to do this.” And pulls your face back towards his leaving no room between your lips. You immediately wrap your arms around his neck and kiss back.
It’s slow and loving. He takes his time giving you sweet pecks and runs his hand down your back. This sends a chill up your spine and goosebumps appear all over your body.
You pull away, trying to catch your breath. This kissing wasn’t intense but you had so many nerves worked up since you had also been waiting a long time to do that. You both giggle into each other. Leaning your foreheads against each other.
“(Y/N) again, I can’t thank you enough for showing up.” He said. A wide smile gleaming across his face. He has your coral colored lipstick on his lips and you erupt into laughter. Seeing how good your lipstick looks on him makes you want to kiss him more. Not so much that he looks good but that it’s empowering to see it on him. It gives you the same feeling you had years ago when you had beat him at all those arcade games in the 6th grade.
“You have a little something on your lips,” you finally explain why you laughed so suddenly after he was trying to have a genuine moment with you.
“Oh, do I??” He grins then attacking your cheek and neck with tickling kisses.
You laugh, “okay, okay I think it’s gone. Whatever was on your lips is gone”
You cuddle up to his warm body as he wraps his arms around you.
“I could stay like this forever, Matthews,” you whisper as you draw circles on his arm with your finger tips.
“Then, stay forever.” He suggests as he gives you a tight squeeze.

Originally posted by hockeyfanatique

anonymous asked:

Lol so what does it mean to be a theater kid?

• Their favorite hangouts are the local theatre, chorus room, the thesbian dressing rooms, drama room, and the choir teacher’s office

• Always singing show tunes like it’s an all day every day musical

• Most of their wardrobe consists of tee shirts from past plays they’ve put on, broadway shows they’ve gone to, or dress shoes dunno why just dress shoes maybe a peacoat

• If you don’t know every word to RENT or can break out into the dance choreography to Oklahoma or Westside Story at the drop of a hat you can’t hang around them :/

• No boundaries between people at all?? you’re at the library and all of a sudden one is sitting on your desk snapping their fingers to a tune in their head???

• They always walk around in packs and smell like coffee from all those “totally long late nights at the auditorium practicing those knee slides amiright?”

• The kid who volunteers first for things just so they can get up in the front of the class and put on a “show” like you’re doing a math presentation you don’t gotta go full Danny Zuko here it isn’t grease lightning pointing out those square roots

• They somehow are always tight with the drama/chorus teacher and comment on their facebook photos

• it’s not theater…. it’s “theatre”

• Probably smoking weed with the sound and lights guy in the storage closet while wearing a shirt advertising their next musical

• the bigger the hair on the guys the better the talent by golly

• animated…. why are they all so animated all the time where is the off switch

• they have inside jokes with other theater kids from 14 years ago that have to do with that one person missing their cue or that one wardrobe malfunction

• pronounces musical as “musiCAL”

• “yeah Hamilton was good and all but isnt it a bit mainstream? burns me up to see all these people buying tickets to see a show they can’t fully appreciate like you don’t even know your plays man how can you compare”

• very SEXUALLY ACTIVE?? giving head in the auditorium? Feeling each other up backstage before they go on? hooking up probably on the main stage in between practice? in-character roleplaying even when you’re doing a seussical??

• do any of them not have the famously known two acting masks icon as a pin or a ring? (whatever it’s called)

• always at the school at weird times because of the productions and “complaining” about it as a way of boasting and advertising

• the callback sheets are god’s letter into heaven

• always carrying lemon and honey no matter what?? it’s always there? pull it out of their bra? underwear? shoe?

• no no no no it’s not actor it’s actOr

• “there’s no small parts just small actors!”

• getting into a car with them & hanging out with them is like being that one character in every movie that does not understand why a musical is going on around them

• Sometimes checking back at the old high school to judge the new talent in the plays

• always keeping a stash of stage makeup on hand in case an opportunity turns up

• Military boot camp is nothing if you’ve survived TECH WEEK. That calls for the upmost celebration

• they all love kale this is fact don’t fight me on it they do probably smoke it out of a bong

• being…. that way™

Don’t Say Yes

Prompt: Your boyfriend, Sebastian, getting mad and jealous when a fan of yours jokingly proposes to you in front of him. @theartofimagining13

Word Count: 799

Warnings: Idk, language maybe - it’s a cutesy fluff

Notes: beta’d by my giiiirl @like-a-bag-of-potatoes

Tags: @amarvelouswritings @cocosierra94 @tacohead13 @topthis808

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You were at Comic-Con with Sebastian. It had been so fun so far. It was your first Comic-Con and you were beyond thrilled to be there. Being a Marvel actress was like the biggest dream come true.

You were in the new Avengers: Infinity War movie and people had seen a few photos of you on set, so you were invited to Comic-Con.

You and Sebastian were just out walking the floor, mingling with some of the fans, taking in costumes. You were laughing with a girl dressed like Black Widow, complimenting her effort. She looked almost as good as Scarlett. Suddenly, a fan in Sebastian’s Winter Soldier attire came up. You had to admit, it was the most impressive costume you’d seen yet. If you didn’t know any better, you would’ve mistaken him for the real thing from behind.

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I Don’t Dance ● Tyler Bate

SO.. WE ARE READY FOR THIS SECOND SERIES? ARE WE SURE?? THIS IS THE FIRST OF MANY. DO NOT WORRY. I HAVEN’T GIVEN UP ON LOVE POTION NO. 9.. JUST GOT THIS IDEA TOO.

Summary for the series / information will be posted asap, I swear it. 

SUMMARY: Tyler is your roommate. Both of you have crushes on each other but… You really don’t say much to each other or know each other well.. He only sees the one side of you.. WHen he comes home early and finds you filming a dance tutorial for your Youtube channel in the apartment, that all changes… SMUT. STRAIGHT UP SMUT.

PAIRING: Tyler Bate  x Reader

WORD COUNT: 3633K+… yeah so.. I get really into these things, okay?? I apologize… Not really??

VIDEO INSPO: >> right here bbies <<

TAGGING:

@oraclegazes

@amaranthine-reign

@imaginingwwesuperstars

@sonjashuterbugjohnson

@lilmisscrisis

@littledeadrottinghood

@hiitsmecharlie

@writergrrrl29

@wwesmutdonedirtcheap

@wwefangirl69

@sebastianandstyles … because the infamous “hair pulling” photo from earlier and our discussion in the comments sorta sparked a LOT of this…

@helluvawriter

@gelinas22

@wrestlingbabe

@charlottexrp

@xstylesxclashx

@baeckyshorsewomen

@sisteradelaide

@paradoxical-opheliac

@shiroknight4

@captorofsin21

@alicerojas1989

@alexahood21 &&& if you want to be tagged or I missed you, let me know, k?

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BabyDaddy!Cal Pt.5

A/N: Honestly…I don’t really like this chapter all that much but two of my friends loved it. So, sorry if it’s shitty, but I really tried my best.  This was honestly a filler chapter, but I’m gonna try to make sure the next chapter is waay better than this. As you know 100 notes and feedback for the next chapter and I hope you enjoy, hun💕

**WARNINGS**: None, but I got you in 6 & 7 ;)


Parts: one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine,ten, eleven, twelve, thirteen, fourteen, fifteen, sixteen, seventeen, eighteen, nineteen, twenty{END}


“Where’s Y/N?”

“Luke took her sight seeing.”

The minute Michael told Calum that, he knew that he was going to have a bad day. Calum had brought you on this tour with them to keep you closer to him and to somewhat fix what was happening between the two of you. Ever since you two had that talk a few night ago, things had been going well. It was as if you had a better understanding of each other and knew what and what not to expect. You hadn’t left his side until today and of course it had to be because of Luke. Both Michael and Ashton immediately picked up on Calum’s sudden mood change and knew that he was going to be grumpy for the remainder of the day.

You on the other hand thought that sight seeing was the best way to start your day. Luke had taken you all over Florence and had you laughing throughout the entire trip. You had seen the Florence Cathedral, visited the Galleria dell'Accademia, and you even got to try gelato for the first time. It was around twelve in the afternoon when you two finally returned to the hotel, entering the room laughing.

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Tyler Seguin Imagine - Barstool

Watch this episode of Barstool’s “The Life” before reading. It’ll help you understand the imagine much better :) 

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I scrambled around my new 7,000 square foot house trying to get rid of any moving boxes, and any signs of actual living. I had bought a new home in Dallas a few months ago, but still wasn’t completely settled. And today, of all days, was my second “The Life” house tour with Barstool Sports, and the infamous Sophie Julia. When she and her cameraman came to my last house, she flirted with me relentlessly throughout the entire tour. I shut her down as much as humanly possible, and I can barely watch the entire episode back without cringing.

After I finished “cleaning” the house, I threw on a t-shirt, black workout shorts, and a camouflage hat, backwards. I groaned as I saw Sophie walk up the driveway, and hid myself in the kitchen so she couldn’t see me as she was on her way to the front door.

“Hey guys! How are you?” I asked with a fake smile as I opened the door.

“Tyler! Long time no see!” Sophia said in her high pitched, valley girl voice as she pulled me in for a hug. “Why didn’t you ever follow me back on Instagram?” She questioned as she pulled away.

Because I have a girlfriend now, and I also don’t really like you. I thought in my head.

“Oh, you follow me? Sorry I didn’t even see it.” I lied.

“Alright, we’ll film our intro outside and then we’ll get started, if that’s alright.” The cameraman said.

“Sure thing. Didn’t catch your name?” I asked, extending my right hand.

“Mike.” He said with a nod.

“Mike. Okay, just come on back in when you’re ready to get started.” I said with a smile.

As soon as the front door shut, I took my phone out of my pocket and called the only girl I wanted in my house.

“Hi babe!” She whispered into the phone.

“Ugh. Hi. Are you still in class?” I asked.

“No, we were having mock court today. I already litigated but some of my classmates are finishing up right now. I’ll be over there soon. Are they there yet?” She asked.

“Yeah, they are filming outside right now. Please get here soon!” I begged.

“Okay babe I’ll be there soon! I promise.”

“I love you.” I smiled into the phone.

“I love you, too.” She whispered, and hung up.

Sophie was going to hate her.

Just like clockwork, when I pressed the red circle on my phone, Sophia and Mike barged back inside.

“So we are just going to ring the doorbell and I’ll start filming, and we’ll go from there.” Mike said, stepping back out onto the brick stoop near the front door.

I nodded and shut the door, not keen on the whole “acting” bit. They rang the doorbell and the camera was rolling, so we went through the whole “hey how are you” thing once more.

“Wow, this place is beautiful! So, when did you move in?” Sophia questioned as she walked through my foyer, peering at the rooms surrounding it.

“About four months ago. Just needed something a little bigger from my last home.” I told her.

“Thinking of getting more dogs?” She asked, running her hand down my arm.

No, I’m thinking of marrying my girlfriend and having kids. Stop touching me. I thought in my head.

“Anymore tattoo’s?” She asked, still grabbing at my arm. Her fake acrylic nails dug into my skin.

“Nope.” I said quickly, swatting her arm away.

“So, over here is my office. I’ve actually been spending some time in this one, working on my brand and what not.” I explained as she looked around at the various photos I had hung on the wall.

“This is nice. Take me to the kitchen, your last one was beautiful.” She said as she walked out of the room.

“Still not doing much cooking for the random girls?” Sophia asked as she stepped into my all white kitchen and opened my fridge.

“I actually cook a ton for a girl these days.” I answered with a smirk.

Wow, for someone who follows my Instagram so closely, you’d think she wouldn’t have missed all the photos I post of Y/N, and I.

 

“Oh yeah? Girlfriend?” She questioned, suddenly very interested in what I had to say.

“Yeah. Almost a year now.” I answered as she rummaged through my pantry.

“There she is,” I said as my smile grew genuine. There Y/N was, waltzing down the back staircase leading into the kitchen. She was wearing a tight, navy blue knee length dress, black heels, and her glasses. Her short brown hair was straightened and just touching her shoulders. She looked like a sexy librarian…. Even though she was a law student.

“Hey, babe!” She said as she walked over to me, kissing me on the cheek. I grabbed her waist and pulled her tightly in close to me, my hand resting on her ass.

“Sneak in the back door?” I asked.

She nodded as her head rested on my chest. “So, you must be Julia.”

“I am. And you are?” Julia asked, kind of defensive.

“This is my girlfriend, Y/N.” I said, trying to step in before things got too petty.

“It’s so nice to finally meet you!” Y/N exclaimed, subtle sarcasm in her tone. “Babe, your brand manager just sent an email that he needs you to approve designs that have to finalized today. You need to call him ASAP. So I can finish the tour.” She said, staring at Julia.

“Oh, shit, yeah I have to go take care of that. Is that cool, guys?” I asked as I began stepping away.

“Sure.” Mike said, as a disappointed look came over Julia’s face.

I quickly rushed out of the room, a large smile growing on my face after I knew I was out of sight. I quickly scrolled through my emails and found nothing from my brand manager.

Well played, babe.

 

Y/N POV:

“So, are you like Tyler’s assistant as well as his girlfriend? I mean, if you’re getting his emails…” Sophie began.

“No.” I cut her off. “I’m about to graduate from law school, so I just take a look at all of the branding stuff and contracts to make sure everything is on the up and up as far as legal stuff goes. I help out with the designs sometimes, too.”

“Oh.” Sophie said, staring down at the floor.

“So, want to see the upstairs?” I offered, borderline feeling bad that I had been so harsh with her.

“Sure.” She said, motioning for Mike to follow us upstairs.

“Alright, this is our bedroom.” I said, walking into the large master bedroom.

“Wait, ‘our’?” She questioned.

“Yes, I’m in the process of moving in. Over here we have the his and hers closets. And no, the ‘hers’ one isn’t filled with sweatpants he lets girls steal from him.” I said coldly.

“What cute dresses you have!” Sophia said as she flipped through the dresses hanging in my closet, trying to redeem herself.

“Mhmm.” I answered, leading her to the other bedrooms upstairs.

We continued through the other rooms of the house that were finished, and finally made our way outside, where Tyler was sitting by the pool with Marshal and Cash.

“How’d you like the upstairs?” Tyler asked as he stood up and walked over to us.

“Beautiful.” Sophie said. “So, any romance rooms out at this pool?”

“Building one right over there.” Tyler said, pointing the structure in the distance that was not quite finished.

He continued to show her around the pool area as I took his spot on the pool chair and sat with the dogs.

“Well, that’s really all there is to it.” I heard him say.

“Cool. Well, thanks for letting us come by. Can we get out this way?” Sophie asked, pointing to the gate.

“Yeah.” Tyler said as he waved goodbye to her and shook Mike’s hand.

“Was I too bitchy?” I asked as Tyler came to sit down next to me, putting his arm around me.

“Definitely not. Had to mark your territory. It was pretty hot, not going to lie.” He said as he trailed kisses up my neck and to my lips.

“Oh yeah?” I whispered, leaning into his kiss.

“Yes.” He said quietly into my neck. “Swim?” He asked, looking up at me.

“It is getting kind of hot in this dress.” I said, standing up and peeling it off.

“You look hot without it.” Tyler said, standing up next to me and pushing me in the pool.

“Hey!” I yelled as I came up from under the water. “I hate you!”

“You love me.” He said with a smile as he took off his shirt.

“Yeah, I do.” I said.

Caught Up In You 6

Pairing: Eggsy Unwin x Reader

Warning: Swearing, Stalking, Angst, Sass, Anxiety, potential life of death situations. I’m not really sure. But it’ll have cute fluffy pieces too.

Being famous isn’t always a piece of cake, sometimes you down right regret it. when a fan starts sending you frightening letters, claiming his love for you, and declaring you as his property when you’re about to start your Europe tour. Your manager and tour team start making calls to get you help. When a man shows up asking for the details of the stalker, things he’s sent, the letters, pictures.
The Kingsman agree to help you out, sending Eggsy and Merlin to your aid. When you and Eggsy start to get close, the media starts running a whirl wind of rumors. Sending your stalker on a new craze and Eggsy’s boss on a rampage. Will Eggsy keep you safe, or will you continue to regret your career choice??

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The Riverdaily Rundown - 08/22/2017

Alright, mofos. This is about to be the worst rundown in the history of rundowns, partially because I feel really sick and partially because I feel so sick I don’t give a shit. So, without further ado, let’s dive in.


One of the Riverdale writers uploaded a photo to their instagram stories, and the fandom is freaking out. I know what you’re thinking, when is the fandom not freaking out? I’d like to think that we’re pretty calm on every 2nd Tuesday of the month, but maybe that’s just me. 

No, but really, the fandom is freaking out for a legitimate (though miniscule) reason for once in its goddamn history of existence. The photo shows an array of items: a cellphone, a partially drunk water bottle, a really cool name tag, a pen that may have spent its time dwelling in a mouth, and a script. Guess which item the fandom is freaking out about:

A) cellphone

B) a partially drunk water bottle

C) a really cool name tag

D) a pen that may have spent its time dwelling in a mouth

or

E) a script

If your answer was anything other than “E” then you truly need to work on your comprehension and deduction skills. Bless.

Only a small part of the script is shown, and a lot of it is unintelligible without further context; however, several fans have already latched onto keys words and have sent the fandom into a frenzy. (x) @tfios-forever16

This hiatus has really done a number on us all, hasn’t it? 


Lili Reinhart is being Lili Reinhart again. Which pretty much means that Lili Reinhart is sleighing the game one reindeer at a time. (wow. that joke was funnier in my head. i’d erase it, but like i said in the beginning, i don’t give a shit)

Here’s a cute picture of Lili in Betty’s bedroom looking like an absolute cutie pie and being a total dweeb. (x) @riverdalelovee

@lilireinhart don’t worry, homie. That’s a compliment. 

Why are there so many men in her room? Probably because the patriarchy feels the need to inhabit every area that a woman tries to claim as her own! Or maybe just ‘cause they’re setting up some shit to film. Idk. Both seem pretty likely to me. 

(Pssst! That was a joke!)

Here’s a cute video clip of Lili doing things. I make that exact face when my mother says we ran out of ranch dressing. Right before I start sobbing uncontrollably, actually. (x) @sprousehartinvestigation

Wow. Look. It’s a bird. It’s a plane. It’s LILI REINHART BEING A MEME QUEEN! 

Exhibit A) distorted photo of KJ captioned, “You’re grumpy today.” (x) @lilireinhart

Exhibit B) I don’t have any more exhibits. Isn’t one enough for you? I don’t get paid for this shit. The government doesn’t send me any checks to compile this content. Cut a girl some slack. Gosh.

Anyway, based off of this picture alone, I think that they should cast KJ as Jimmy Neutron if they ever make a live-action reboot. @nickelodeon do itttttttt. You know you want to!


Sprousehart fans, if you believe in God almighty, you might want to send a little thank you up to him, ‘cause he has been BLESSING Y’ALL! Straight up, y’all haven’t gotten this much content in wayyyyy too long. I felt your pain, kids. I prayed for us. I prayed for our sins. I prayed for a sign, signs, anything.

Here are your signs. 

Lili. With. Dog. (x) @sprouseharts

Cole. With. Same. Dog? (x) @rarecolesprouse

“Lili & Cole” + “Dog that is same Dog” = “Sprousehart + shared Dog?”

Update! That picture of Cole with a dog is an old picture! I was so sick, I didn’t even notice that his hair was a different color. I’d blame myself, but I’m bad at taking responsibility for things, so I’m going to blame the universe instead. At least we still got Puppo pictures!!!

Yeah, we went over this the other day when we got a few snippets of the top of the doggo’s head. Now, we have gotten full photos of Cole and Lili with more than a snippet of the dog. 

Look, I’m not all that excited ‘bout this. Okay? But that’s mostly ‘cause I’m allergic to dogs so I have a personal vendetta against them. You guys on the other hand? Y’all best be excited fo’ this shizniz. This is exciting af fo’ y’all and if ya don’t appreciate it? 

Murder. Whose murder? Who’s being murdered? Who’s murdering? Idk. I can’t say that much without possibly incriminating myself in the future. I plead the fifth. (Can I do that? Get me my ghost lawyer.)


When you hear the phrase, “Your hair looks like a glorious raven dove down and blessed your head by choosing it as its resting place for eternity,” are you offended or complimented? 

I believe it’s a compliment, and that is exactly what Cole Sprouse’s hair looks like in this photo he took with a fan. (x) @no1angxl

My question for you, Cole, is do you have to wash it or does it wash itself? Also, does it sleep perched atop your head as you try to sleep, or does it take flight into the deep midnight of the world, only to return as the dusty orange of the sun makes its way across the horizon? 

These are very important and serious questions. Please answer them so that I may finally write that thesis paper that nobody wants to hear and nobody asked for. Thank you.


Rumors, rumors everywhere. 

Rumors, rumors in the air. 

What is true and what is fake? 

Who knows? I baked a cake!

That’s my poem. Ur welcome for the A+ content. I will be adding that to my thesis as well. Send me MLA formatted essays analyzing it to receive no credit and zero acknowledgment!

Anyway, rumors are spreading around the fandom fast. One fan claims to have seen Lili and Cole holding hands and walking into the same hotel room. (x) @amab1060

Don’t ask me what I think. I’m a hopeless romantic, and I want everyone to be dating. I spent three years trying to convince my family that Pearl and Sandy Cheeks were going to get married. I am most definitely not a trustworthy source.

The only real trustworthy sources in this situation are Cole and Lili, so ask them. Or, y’know, don’t because its none of our business, and we really shouldn’t be sticking our noses into it any farther than we already have.

If they’re dating they’ll tell us when they want to (if they want to). If they’re not dating? Congratulations, guys. You are all officially candidates to date single Cole Sprouse and Lili Reinhart. 

How you like them apples, eh?


JUST FUCKING GIVE ME SOME MORE VARCHIE MOTHER FUCKING CONTENT PLEASE!

Here’s a Varchie gif. The parallel is amazing. Reblog it and like it faster than a soccer mom driving to a weekly yoga class she’s late to. Damn kids always forgetting their juice boxes. (x) @veronicadvalle


@/Camera_Duels is back and it’s sadder than ever.

Just kidding, it’s super entertaining. Just kidding, it’s sad af. Just kidding, it’s both. Life is a spectrum. Live on the spectrum.

We all love Cole (probably). We would all love to meet Cole (possibly). And I’m pretty sure we would all jump at any chance to get proof that we saw Cole (most likely). However, we probably shouldn’t be jumping for anything other than the 1984 Van Halen classic “Jump” in the car. Why? Death. You can’t jump for anything if you’re dead. (x) @gershwinn

Which doesn’t actually seem that bad if it gets me out of doing an intense (5) amount of jumping jacks.

Also, dudes, have you no soul? Just kidding, don’t feel bad about taking a picture, but like you probably shouldn’t. He’s a dude. A famous dude, sure. But a dude with dude emotions and dude rights to privacy. Let the dude dude in the comfort of his dude privacy, dude.

Here’s a post that lays it down pretty well. (x) @jandjsalmon


Content, BABY!

Fan Art! (x) @gogenevieveart

Aesthetics! (x) (x) @theshaggingwagon @protectjugheadjonesiii


Sorry for such a shitty rundown. It matches my equally shitty day, tbh. Hopefully this enough content to tide you over for the next 24 hours. 

If it isn’t, stop being a greedy lil’ bitch.

Peace out, bitches.