#and ur sisters boyfriends name is james

[dearharriet]

HII!! CAN I REQUEST TEN THINGS I HATE ABT YOU + JAMES POTTER PLEASE 🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹 I FOUND UR BLOG AND I AM OVSSESSED !!!!!!

hi hi you’re so lovely!!! i had to think on this one for a while but i think i like how it came out! james seems much more like cameron than patrick, i hope u don’t mind <3 (wc: 1.2K)

You get the sudden feeling that you’ve been completely messed about at this stupid house party.

Down the driveway, your so-called friend is climbing into the passenger seat of a Porsche, leaving you behind in less than ideal autumn-garb; A red dress that falls too short and clings too thin to your wind-whipped torso, and a sad excuse for a shawl are all you have for warmth.

And if things could get any worse, you’re likely going to have to walk home in the kitten heels you insisted on wearing.

Behind you, a clunky wooden front door heaves open, producing the sweet but hopeless guy who’s been following you around all night. James, you think is his name.

He’s relatively attractive, in a sort of lost puppy way. Big brown eyes and pouty lips, a softness to his tone that could probably buckle knees if he took better advantage of it. Still, he’s thinner and scraggly, and lacks any kind of social quip to make that likely.

He skips down the steps, his dress coat flung dejectedly over his shoulder, and a frown tying his brows together. His friend from earlier is nowhere to be seen.

“Hey,” you say tentatively and his hung head picks up, though his mouth only hardens its angry line. He takes in your unlucky state, and any trace of the puppy-love softness he’d shown you all night is gone.

“Where’s your boyfriend?”

You scoff. “Please. He’s not my boyfriend.” His face remains stony and unaffected. “I don’t know what I ever saw in him.”

James reaches his free hand up to push back his hair, and you stare at his tensing arm without really realizing it.

“Yeah, neither do I,” he says, hiking his jacket further over his shoulder and walking past you.

In a small window of time, you realize he has keys that he’s fishing out of his slacks pocket—car keys—and your aching feet override your nerves.

“Uh, James?” You both spin towards each other, your back now to the house and his to the cars. You realize that’s probably not the only thing that switched between you tonight. Ironically, you’re the one chasing after him now.

“Yeah,” he says, agitated, when all you do is stare. You look to the empty space where your ride once was, and back to James.

“Could you give me a lift home?”

Something about the way his expression slackens turns your insides out. When was the last time someone looked so disappointed in you? As far as you know, most of the decisions you make go over very well, and no one is ever upset with you (save your sister, who is never happy if she can help it).

But here is James, with eyes holding the most loathing likely ever directed your way, and with every right.

He shakes his head, but says, “Yeah, whatever.”

Somehow that might be worse.

Trailing after him, you come up on his old sedan, a car that seems like it’d have a myriad of mechanical problems. He has to stick his key in the driver’s door to unlock it.

When he gets his door open, he unlocks the rest of them, and you slide awkwardly into the leathery bench beside him. James seems to notice your unfamiliarity and shreds your self esteem further with a scoff.

“It’s not a convertible, I know. Sorry to disappoint.”

“No,” you immediately defend, warm from his apt assessment of you. James gives you a sideways glance of warning. “I mean, yes, I was expecting something else, but it’s—I’m not…”

“It’s fine,” James sighs, turning the car on, “it’s just a lift home. You made it pretty clear that that’s all you want me for.”

As James pulls into the street, you watch the house slip away, party like a fizzling ember fighting the midnight cold.

“That’s not true,” you say, though you’re not sure you feel it at all. Your voice is overly sweet, an attempt at the voice that serves to get you what you want, when you want it.

You’re not entirely sure what you want anymore, but James brushes it off anyway, like it’s a revolting bug.

“Yes, it is.”

It astonishes you how easily he can cut you down. He’s hardly speaking loud enough to be heard above the radio, just a bitter rake of a comment, but you’re floored all the same.

The car falls silent, and you stare at your lap instead of out the window. You feel thoroughly scolded, dissected and left to put yourself back together. You don’t think you’ll cry, but you’re not ruling it out.

When James pulls past a stop sign, approaching your neighborhood, he glances over at you.

“Yknow.” He pauses, licking his lips. “I didn’t even expect you to like me back.” His eyes return to the street “And it’s fine that you don’t, but—but you could’ve just told me.”

You rub your hands over the hem of your dress, a foreign set of nerves gripping your chest. Realistically, you could weather the storm until he drops you off, but for some reason you desperately want to rectify the situation.

You want to tell him that yes, of course you liked him all this time, because that should be true. Except it’s not.

James’ car rolls up to the curb outside your place. He sighs, gripping the steering wheel.

“I really cared about you. I went to that party for you, and I ignored everyone who said I was stupid for doing it.” Shaking his head, James looks at you, anger peeling back to reveal raw hurt. “But you’re so conceited.”

You expel a painful breath, all the wind knocked out of you.

“I know.” Breaking eye contact, you flick your eyes to your shoes. Flattery and shame twine together in your throat. “Did you really go to the party for me?”

James nods.

“Went to the party, got that guy to date your sister,” he lists. “I even learned French for you. And what did it get me? A whole lot of—”

Without really thinking, you surge forward and pull James’ lips onto yours. They lay warm and firm over your mouth, and you can’t deny how right it feels.

You’re expecting James to pull back, to push you away, but he does the opposite. One hand laces into your pristine hair, holding you to him, and the other wraps around your back.

It’s a perfect kiss, the kind that you always dreamed of, and it makes a giddy laugh bubble out of your mouth.

When you pull away, you’re dizzy and a little self-pitying. You could’ve been kissing James like this whole time instead of chasing after some pea-brained asshole in a nice car.

James seems to watch the thought wash over you, because he kisses you one more time to remind you that it doesn’t matter, that you’re here now. Then he lets you go, and you relish in the way his hands linger over your waist, your neck. The giddy feeling comes back twofold.

“Night,” you say through a prim smile. “Thanks for the lift.”

James’ eyes crease a little at the edges from his returning smile. “G’night, beautiful.”

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[djservo]

but I 🙋‍♀️ know what YOU did LAST SUMMER... and you weren't painting your nails bright orange to match the golden hour!!!!! yes, it's me (!!!) your frivolous nail anon coming back (it wasn't me b4 so don't worry 💁‍♀️) to wish you HAPPY NEW YEAR DEEJAY!!! 🥳 was going to send you merry christmas cause I wanted to chit chat 🥺 but gave up cause 1) didn't want to bother you again this year, and 2) I BAKED A CAKE!!!! kinda of... 🥴 are u going to cook/bake something today? I wanted to make a dessert with some leftovers but... things are a bit weird?? idk 🤸‍♀️ what you've been reading?? I wanted a kindle so bad but it's SO EXPENSIVE but so practical 🧘‍♀️ I'm not that much of a reader so that's why I never mentioned anything🧍‍♀️but I wanted to have something else to say, hope it doesn't bother 🤠 also to honour the nickname I just gave myself I'm planning on repainting some nails that I bite off but now I want to use silver glitter instead of my current mint-pastel-green, BUT also want to go back to orange even tho it WILL stain my nails 🤔 what do you think? are you going to get something shiny ✨ to celebrate? So sorry for the size of this 🫣

Omg HIIIII CUTIE 💗 you must realize that I Live for chit chat - frivolous or not - and you're Never a bother so get that thru ur pretty lil head right now 🤬❤️‍🔥 AND HAPPY NEW YEAR!!! 🪩🎊‼️ (rest of my long-winded response below 😘)

what kind of cake did you make!!! I didn't make a single cake in 2022 but I've been missing the drama of it all so maybe this is the year! My sister's boyfriend loves cake and chocolate and ultimately seems to have the palate of a child so maybe if our schedules and paths collide during his birthday (they live in a different state), I'll bake him a rich chocolate cake like the one bruce is made to eat as punishment in matilda (it's also just always been a dream of mine to try something like it — two birds, one delicious stone 🎂) I'm all cookied-out from christmas so I didn't bake anything for NYE, just went with a classic charcuterie moment, popcorn made with ghee, & ofc grapes at midnight 🧀 🍇

I just did my lil december recap w imo so those are all my most recently finished reads, but currently I'm maybe a third of the way through The Dylan Dog Case Files 🧟‍♂️ I'll probably read another issue today and then later start Nobody Knows My Name by James Baldwin — I have his collected essays and the papers are so paper-thin like a bible (probably to save money/density since it's 800+ pages) so I'm pretty cautious when I read from it bc I worry about tearing a page simply by turning it too fast😟📖 although I'd love to see bezos burned at stake I do unfortunately adore my kindle & would totally recommend u ask for one next birthday/holiday 🎁 I actually asked for a refurbished one specifically, partially bc it's cheaper but also bc I've become more conscious about e-waste throughout my adult years of consumerism 🚮 I think it was $70-$80 and it works perfectly - I already have like 15 books (and I'm talkin thick ass books) downloaded so far and I haven't even made a dent in my storage — the possibilities are endless ‼️

ANYWHO Im obvi late on weighing in, but all those options sound so pretty so I'm sure whatever u chose turned out beautiful 💅 I was thinking about doing little metallic stars but I didn't find a pocket of extended patience throughout the day to execute it so I ended up not painting my nails at all 😴 I've been in this Almodóvar state of mind lately so I've kind of been craving a classic sultry red, but then I think about the inevitable horrors that come with removing red nail polish (isn't it supposed to be the hardest to remove? Or is it blue? I happen to love both 🥀)

#I just watched the shop around the corner for the first time on christmas They're So Us with our cute lil anonymous correspondences 💌💏 #so so sweet to hear from u again I hope u had a great NYE!!! 🌟 #asks

[ghostlypawn]

nothing pains me more than when i know people who have the same names as characters i like bc i get random mind flashes of my irl when talking/reading about them </3

#imagine reading about steve/bucky #when ur uncles name is steve #and ur sisters boyfriends name is james #and sometimes ppl shorten james to jay which is my DADs name #and then my friend is called natasha so romanoff is a trouble #and my neighbours name is spencer #and my old housemate who retrospectively gives me the creeps is called matt #and my ex best friend is called emily #like what am i meant to DO #imagine trying to read any sort of fanfic i cant </3

[sgtjbbhasmyheart]

Drunk Texting Is(n’t) Bad for Your Health- Chapter Two

Series Summary: Talk about your unconventional meet-cute! Bucky receives a text by mistake requesting he prove he's not Reader's sister. The easy dialogue between Reader and Bucky sparks a natural friendship, but could it lead to more? Bucky still deems himself unworthy of any form of affection or love. Reader is hellbent to prove him wrong. With the help of some (meddling) friends along the way, Bucky may get his happily-ever-after after all.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Word count: 2921

Warnings: bad language words, blink and you’ll miss the angst, just some fluff

A/N: divider credit- @firefly-graphics

DO NOT copy or replicate without my permission

You awoke with a start, feeling as if you were late for work or something important and forgot to set your alarm. Your heart beat an erratic tattoo against your ribcage. Scrambling for your cell phone, you blindly reached across the side table near your bed in a panic. Unplugging the phone, you brought the device an ungodly closeness to your face. It was only 6:17. On Saturday.

Your pulse throbbed behind your eyeballs, and a strange stickiness coated the inside of your mouth. Did you drink that much last night?

How could you not? Timmons was a fair boss, and you enjoyed your job, but that dude loved the sound of his own voice.

The quarterly business dinners were mandatory for all employees, even for the P.A.s. Typically, they weren’t so bad, but last night, Timmons felt the need to toot his own horn for landing a massive contract with Stark Industries slash The Avengers. He went on and on about how great it was for the firm.

He was like a giant kid in a candy store with his ramblings. ‘We will be promoting the face of The Avengers and everything that goes with it,’ he spouted off like the firm was god’s gift to public relations.

You groaned at the reminder of last night’s presentation. The contract wasn’t even in effect yet, and you were sick of the Earth’s Mightiest Heroes. Timmons could be a real buzz kill.

Rolling to your back, you brought your phone up to tap the screen to read the emails you received overnight. On display was a text from 11:04 by someone named James. It read: “Goodnight, (Y/N).”

Your mind went back to last night again, trying to recall who this James was. He must be significant if you plugged his contact information into your phone already. Had you met someone last night?

Drawing a blank, you clicked on the text bubble to pull up the thread. Briefly scanning through the numerous texts, everything came rushing back. In an attempt to text your sister, Robyn, you mistakenly texted this mysterious, James.

You felt like an utter buffoon when you learned he wasn’t Robyn. You always did have a way with the cute boys. Probably why you were single. You groaned out loud as you read on.

You im safely inside my apartment. Pretty sure no one followed me home

James Did you triple check the lock on the front door?

You yes dad yeesh

James There are a lot of bad people out there. Just want to make sure you’re safe.

You sounds like you watch the news too much but its sweet of u to care

James I know from experience.

You r u the bad guy or have u been the one mugged?

James Let’s just say I have friends that have dealt with the bad things of the world.

You right i almost forgot ur a military-trained assassin athlete mchottie

James Did you ever send your sister a text?

You shit thanks for reminding me i have such a crazy story to tell her

James Only good things, I hope.

You oh yeah all the good things an enigmatic yet handsome stranger cares more about my safety than any of my ex-boyfriends ever did.

James My ma raised me right.

You id say

James_ I hate to cut this short, but I think you need your rest. Especially if you’re meeting your sister tomorrow._

You i dont want to agree but ur probably right

You whats ur name btw?

James My name? Why? Do you plan to continue texting me after tonight?

You duh ur fun to talk to

James Oh.

You or not its cool if u dont want to

James It’s James.

You nice to meet u james im (y/n)

James Nice to meet you as well.

You my sister just texted me back and were still meeting at 9 i should go 

You goodnite james

James Goodnight, (Y/N).

Oh. My. God. Had you seriously drunk-flirted with a stranger and offered to keep texting him? You had no shame with a few drinks in you.

You brought a hand up to pinch the bridge of your nose and sighed loudly.

What did you know of this James? He had a New York area phone number. Check. He could have been a real dick about your mistake but wasn’t. Understanding. Check. He worried about you getting home safely in your inebriated state. Caring. Check. Not too forthcoming with the nine to five. Secretive. Check. His mouth looked so soft and plush, and his eyes were made to drown in. Gorgeous. Check.

A heat simmered beneath your skin as you recounted the shortlist you’d made. Were you lusting over someone you’d exchanged less than forty texts with? Had you somehow woken back up in high school?

Shaking your head to clear your thoughts, you stared at the screen displaying the message thread. Were you really considering this? You nodded your head to answer your own question. Where was the harm in a little shameless flirting? If worse came to worst, you could always block him.

With your mind made up, you began typing into your phone, constructing an apology.

You Good morning! First off, I want to apologize for the way I behaved over text last night.

You Though, I do like to imbibe in the occasional drink or two, I am, by no means, a lush.

You Please take everything I said with a grain of salt. Apparently, I get loose-lipped and cheeky with free wine. 😐

You Again, I’m sorry and understand if you wanted to cease our correspondence for my behavior.

You blew out a breath and tossed your phone aside. It was up to fate now and a stranger named James.

You laid in your bed for several minutes staring at the ceiling, contemplating between whether to send a ‘haha just kidding’ text and what the weather would be like, so you could forego shaving your legs in the shower today.

Your phone chimed during the pondering of hair removal, indicating a new text. You knew it was James proclaiming you a freak and to forget his number, but secretly, you hoped it was Robyn canceling today.

Seizing the phone from your mattress top, your heart’s beat increased with each second you went without looking at the screen. Finding the courage, you flipped the device over to read the message.

James Quite the formal apology, Ms. Professor.

You smiled at the text. It didn’t tell you to pound sand or eat shit. No, it was teasing and in jest. You sighed in relief.

You Cease our correspondence too much?

James No, no it was perfect if this was 1863, and you were breaking up with me via telegraph.

You Stop!

James Exactly! ‘Never speak to me again!’ Stop. ‘It’s not you, it’s me.’ Stop.

A belly laugh disrupted the tranquil air of your bedroom. You quickly thumbed out a reply once you caught your breath.

You You’re incorrigible.

James I’m glad to see you are using proper capitalization and punctuation this morning.

You Ha!

You When you are buzzed and/or tipsy, capitals and periods be damned. Like you’re so perfect when you’re drunk.

James We all have our flaws.

Was he implying he was a sloppy texter when drunk, too? You shrugged it off as him being cryptic again.

You What are you doing up so early on a Saturday? I didn’t wake you, did I?

You were suddenly stricken with guilt. You should have waited for a more reasonable hour to send out rapid-fire apology texts. Not at 6:36 in the morning. You didn’t want last night’s behavior hanging over you, though. Better to clear the air now than later. You could always ask for forgiveness again if you had disturbed his sleep.

James I had just gotten back from my run when I saw your texts. I have training this morning.

You Oh, right. For your hush-hush, super top secret mission/quidditch game.

You You ever gonna tell me what you really do?

James_ Maybe. Someday._

How far away was someday? Was he planning to text you until you both died or until he got bored? How did texting relationships even work?

You Or is it one of those situations where if you told me you’d have to kill me?

James 😈

You There you go again--being all mysterious.

James Keep ‘em guessing and coming back for more.

You Has that strategy worked well for you in the past?

James Got you to text me again this morning, didn’t it?

You scoffed at what he had suggested. He was correct, but your stubborn streak would deny everything.

You The only reason I texted you this morning was to apologize for acting like a drunken fool last night.

And to squash the curiosity burning in your veins. But he didn’t need to know that.

James Oh.

The reply caused you to furrow your brow and your stomach to drop. You regretted not adding more levity to your last text. Of course, it wasn’t the only reason you were drawn to him.

You I appreciate that the selfie you sent wasn’t a dick pic. And you genuinely seemed to care about me getting home safely. Thank you.

You And maybe- a teeny, tiny bit- is honestly interested in getting to know you better.

You waited on pins and needles for his text, watching the pulsing ellipsis on your screen. Was he just humoring you?

James Hook. Line. Sinker.

Reading his response generated a flush from your jaw to your hairline. You growled in embarrassment. You fell for the oldest trick in the book. He baited you for a compassionate answer, and you delivered beautifully. Hook, line, and sinker, indeed.

You You’re an ass. I take everything back.

James Don’t be mad. I wasn’t sure how it was going to go, but you played into my trap wonderfully.

James If it makes you feel any better, all kidding aside, I want to get to know you better too.

James I fell asleep with a smile on my face last night and woke up with one this morning.

James Because of you, (Y/N).

A flutter broke apart in your chest. You hadn’t time-traveled back to high school; no, this was junior high territory.

You You’re lucky you’re so damn charming, James.

James Doll, you have no idea.

The subway ride into Manhattan usually gave you the chance to get a little reading in since it took nearly fifty minutes from Queens. Not today, though. You spent the entirety of the train ride texting back and forth with James. It was mundane stuff, but you were getting a grasp of who James was as a person.

You Favorite color?

James Black. You?

You Blue.

You Favorite ice cream flavor?

James Chocolate. Yours?

You Ben & Jerry’s Cherry Garcia.

James I didn’t realize we were getting specific.

You We weren’t, but that’s my favorite.

You Favorite movie?

James I like the classics- The Wizard of Oz, It’s A Wonderful Life, Frankenstein.

You I have too many to list, so don’t ask.

You Okay. Lightning round because I’m almost to my stop.

James Where are you going again?

You paused your reply for a brief second, wondering if you should divulge your destination. You’d known James less than twenty-four hours; although, it felt like weeks after this morning. Where was the harm in telling him where you were meeting your sister? There were nearly nine million people in this city. There was no way you’d ever bump into each other.

You A bakery in the Upper East Side called Two Little Red Hens. Ever been?

James Don’t think I have.

You Well, since you like chocolate, they have a fantastic cake called Brooklyn Blackout. Super rich but delicious.

James Sounds right up my alley.

You Cats or dogs?

James I’m gone too much, so cats.

The answer piqued your interest. Maybe he was an athlete. Wouldn’t it be practice and not training, though? Or he’s FBI or CIA.

You Socks on or off for sleeping?

James Off.

You Silver or gold?

James Silver.

You Morning, noon, or night?

James Night.

You How do you take your coffee?

James Room for sugar and creamer.

You Boxers or briefs?

James Boxer briefs.

You laughed out loud, looking around the subway car to see if anyone was paying attention to you. Per usual, they weren’t.

You Touché.

As soon as the train stopped, you gathered your purse close to your body and made for the exit. You followed the crowd of fellow passengers through the turnstile and ascended the stairs onto street level.

The morning sunlight caressed your skin like a warm blanket. The humidity wasn’t too bad, yet, but the threat of afternoon thunderstorms still hung in the air.

Even with the reasonably early hour, the sidewalk was stuffed with people, carrying to-go coffee cups or shopping bags. You fought for your little spot of real estate on the grimy concrete.

Stopping at a red traffic light, waiting to cross, you typed out another question for James.

You Pineapple on pizza--yay or nay?

The light changed as you finished, and the throng of pedestrians around you guided you across the street. You spotted Robyn outside the bakery as your phone dinged with a new text alert.

“Wow, I’m surprised you made it on time,” Robyn said as you hugged hello.

You looked at the clock on your phone. 8:58. “You and me both, sister.” Glancing back at your phone’s screen, you giggled.

James What kind of monster puts pineapple on their pizza??

“What’s so funny?” Robyn asked as you accompanied her through the bakery’s door.

With a grin on your face, you punched out a quick reply:

You Well, it was nice knowing you, James. It was a swell friendship while it lasted--a whole 11 ½ hours.

Robyn elbowed you softly in the ribs with a look on her face, seeking an explanation.

“Ow,” you grunted. “What?”

“You tell me. I half expected a zombie to walk through the doors today after your text last night. Not Suzie Sunshine.”

You both edged closer to the counter as the line in front of you dwindled.

James Say it ain’t so, doll! Pineapple on pizza? Really??

You let out a low chortle as you skimmed the text. You glimpsed up at Robyn as you shuffled forward in line again. “Believe me, I’m pretty hungover,” you replied, shoving your phone in your back pocket. “It’s a funny story. I’ll tell you everything when we sit.”

Robyn stared at you warily, still trying to figure out what had come over you. “Okay,” she conceded, stepping to the register to order.

With each of you supplied with an iced coffee and a peach ginger scone, you found an empty table by a window along 2nd Avenue and proceeded to tell Robyn about James.

When you stopped to catch your breath, remembering the whirlwind the last twelve hours had been, you peered at your sister for her reaction.

She stared at you like you’d grown a second head. She shook her head in disbelief. “(Y/N), what where you thinking?”

Your brow pinched in confusion. Was she actually scolding you? You crossed your arms over your chest. “I was thinking about how my big sister is always telling me to meet new people and how it’s time I thought about settling down.”

“Not like this it’s not,” she hissed. “This is how your body parts end up in someone’s freezer!”

You choked on the piece of scone you shoved in your mouth before she started ridiculing you. After coughing to clear your airway and taking a sip of your iced coffee, you leered at Robyn. “Oh, my god! Dramatic much? Have you been binge-watching Dateline again? Jesus Christ, Robyn, he’s harmless,” you countered.

“You think you’ll be so careful, but you’ll let one little detail slip, and he’ll find you,” Robyn said before taking a pull from her coffee.

“You mean, like, how I was meeting you at Two Little Red Hens at nine o’clock?”

Robyn’s mouth popped open in an O. “What the hell, (Y/N)?” she stage-whispered. “Are you trying to get yourself kidnapped and sold into sex trafficking?”

“Please,” you drew out in one long syllable. “He doesn’t know what I look like. How would he snatch me?”

“He could look you up on Facebook.”

“Without a last name?” You shook your head, no.

“What about a reverse search on your number?” Robyn asked, pushing the plate holding her scone away. “That’s a thing.”

“Perhaps, but it seems like a lot of effort for a mistake I made. It wasn’t like he was seeking me or anyone else out.”

Robyn huffed out a breath and folded her arms in exasperation. Always the protective big sister. You could tell you were breaking her down, though.

“C’ mon, Robbie. It’s all in innocent fun. I’m not saying I’m hoping he’ll turn out to be Mr. Right, but the banter is fun,” you remarked. “James is charming and witty and nice to talk to.”

Robyn shook her head once more, frowning. “I hope you know what you’re doing.”

You reached across the table for her hand and squeezed gently. “Me too.” You smiled slyly, remembering last night’s dinner and Timmons gushing about The Avengers. “If not, I know how to get ahold of a couple of centenarians who know chivalry isn’t dead.”

Chapter One | Chapter Three

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[thelukesalvez]

Luke Alvez x Reader: Thanksgiving Dinner

Description: You invite Luke home for Thanksgiving dinner. 

Word count: 2.5k

Warnings: none

A/N: sorry i suck at updating! but here’s a fluffy thanksgiving fic.  i hate this holiday, but love luke so enjoy!!! (obviously this fic is pre Covid times, so keep ur distance and stay at home y’all)

“It’s just dinner, Luke! And my family really wants to meet you. Please?” You beg again, sitting up again to look into Luke’s eyes pleadingly. The two of you were cuddled up in Luke’s apartment watching a rerun of a show you’d already seen.  You had one of his throw blankets wrapped around you, but still shivered.  Luke always kept his apartment freezing.  Something to do with the fact that he was literally a human furnace.   

“Thanksgiving dinner is supposed to be a family thing,” Luke sighs. “I don’t want to impose.  Why can’t we just do dinner any other day?” He asks. You frown at him, and furrow your eyebrows, your signature sign of annoyance. 

You had only been dating Luke for about six months now, but Luke can read you like an open book.  He knows all of your little expressions and mannerisms.

“Because,” you groaned, like that’s the only explanation you need to give. Luke raises his eyebrows, so you continue.

“Because that’s the only time my whole family will be there and I want you to meet all of them,” you huffed, falling back against Luke’s headboard, a few inches between the two of you now. “I don’t understand why you won’t just come.” 

“Baby,” Luke chuckles, reaching over and pulling you back into his side, like you had been sitting just a moment ago. 

When your frown doesn’t go away, Luke sighs. “Okay.”

“Okay?” you ask. 

“Okay, I’ll do Thanksgiving.”

You smile smugly, and lean back into Luke’s side. “Thank you,” you murmured.  Luke gives your side a slight squeeze.

“You're lucky I like you so much,” Luke chuckles. 

...

Luke straightens his shirt in the mirror one more time, making sure his hair is intact and his shirt wasn’t too wrinkly. He really, really wants your family to like him, and if he doesn’t look perfect or say exactly the right thing, he knows he’ll blow it.

He’s gone with a dark blue button down, one of your favorites. He picked out his best pair of pants and even trimmed his beard so that it looked clean and presentable.

There’s a knock on the door as soon as he’s finished tucking his shirt into his pants, and he lets out a long breath before he goes to answer it. He checks his teeth in the mirror beside the coat closet before he opens the door, finding you waiting for him in the hallway.

You both just kind of stare at each other for a long moment.

You have on a white sweater and dark pants.  Your hair sits perfectly on top of your head in a big bun.

Luke breaks the silence first, reaching out to pull you into his chest.  He kisses you softly. “You look great,” he murmurs against your lips.

“So do you,” you whispered. “We’re gonna be late if we don’t get going now. Are you ready?” you asked, reaching for Luke’s hand when he nods. Luke allows you to lead him down the hall and to the elevator, and then out to his car.

The two of you pull up to your parents house an hour later, you’re quick to undo your seatbelt and climb out of the car. There are already several other cars in the driveway, and Luke tries to guess who might already be here as you walk him up to the front door.

There’s a wreath already hung on the door as you ring the doorbell. Luke squeezes your hand tight, making you turn around and look up at him in amusement.

“Are you nervous?” you ask, smirking.

Luke shrugs, “A little bit,” he says.

“They’re going to love you,” you assure him and then the door swings open. 

You whirl around, grinning at the little girl in the doorway. Luke recognizes her as one of your cousins from the countless pictures he’s been shown, but he isn’t sure which one she is.

“Hey bug,” you say excitedly, and the little girl jumps excitedly. She runs the few steps it takes to close the distance and jumps into your arms, hugging you tightly around your neck. Luke’s heart melts as he watches you twirl around the porch with her a bit, before putting her down and letting her run back inside. 

“That was Kate,” you tell him before taking his hand in yours.  Luke nods, already storing the information in his long term memory. 

You lead Luke inside, just in time to hear Kate announce to the whole house that you and your “cute boyfriend” were there.  Luke smiles at that and you look up at him with the widest crinkly-eyed grin, leading him around the corner to the kitchen.  

Luke was not prepared for the crowd of people gathered as soon as they turned the corner. 

There’s a male that looks just like you sitting on a stool at the bar, with a double version of himself sitting next to him.  Luke immediately recognizes them as your twin brothers.  He knew their names, but couldn't for the life of him, tell who was who.  Kate has found two other young kids, around the same age as her, and all three of them are clawing at the dress of a woman who Luke presumes is their mother.  

There’s an older woman stirring something in a pot on the stove, and another, younger woman sipping from a wine glass and holding a baby. In the attached living room three men sit on the couch, a football game on the flatscreen TV. 

Luke is a bit overwhelmed by the chaos of it all, but when you squeeze his hand a little bit tighter, he feels like he can breathe again.  You quietly start pointing out who is who before actually bringing him around the room.

He learns that your twin brothers were named Caleb and Elliot.  He also learns that Caleb has his hair parted down the middle of his head, whereas Elliot’s was just combed back.  

He learns that the woman stirring the pot on the stove was your mother, and the woman getting mauled by all the young kids was your Aunt Christine, and that her three kids were named Kate, Emily, and James. The woman nursing her glass of wine was your older sister, Caroline, and that the baby she was cradling was your three month old nephew.  Her husband was one of the three men sitting on the couch.  The other two being your uncle Mark and your grandfather.

“The one in the war?” 

You nod. 

Christine is the one that makes the obligatory new-comer to the family joke about there being a test later on who is who, and when your mother has finally put the turkey in the oven, she turns around to get a good look at Luke.

“So,” she begins, wiping her hands on a tea towel and untying her apron. “You’re the famous Luke that my baby talks endlessly about every time she calls home.” You throw her a look, one that clearly means stop- but Luke just laughs softly and squeezes your hand again.

“Yeah, that’s me,” Luke grins. 

“So Luke,” your sister pipes up. “What do you do?”

Luke hesitates.  His job was slightly unconventional, so he always just assumed you would have told them about it.  

“I work for the Bureau,” he states nonchalantly, but he notices the hush that falls over the room. 

“The FBI?” your sister asks. 

Luke bites his lip and nods. 

“Is that like the police?” one of the little kids asks. 

Luke nods, smiling, “Yeah, I work for the Behavioral Analysis Unit.”

There’s a blank silence- Luke interprets it as no one knows what the hell that meant. 

He clarifies.  

“I study criminal behavior to assist in investigations.”

The whole kitchen remains quiet. Luke feels his stomach drop, as he suddenly starts wondering if he said something wrong.  He notices you flinch, digging nails into the back of his hand until someone breaks the silence.

“Y/N,” says your grandfather from the couch, and everyone turns to look at him. “Is that boy a cop?”

“He’s not a cop,” you say. “He’s FBI.  There’s a difference.”

Luke turns to look at you, lips parted in surprise. Clearly he was missing something here, as the tension grew thicker. 

“You’re dating a cop?” He asks, standing right in front of the two of you now. 

Luke lets go of your hand and wipes it hastily on his pants. 

“He’s not a cop, he’s-”

“He’s a cop,” your grandfather sighs, he doesn’t seem mad, more disappointed. “After what your family has been through, I figured you’d know better.”

Luke looks between you and your grandfather uncomfortably before taking a step back towards the entryway of the kitchen. 

“I- uh-” Luke stammers.  “I didn’t mean to offend anyone-”

“You didn’t,” your mother pipes in finally.  “Dad- that’s enough.”

“Okay,” he says, putting his hands up in defense.  But the malice was still there.

Luke takes another step back.  “Maybe I should go- I don’t mean to impose.” He takes another few steps before turning around altogether. 

He hears you scoff harshly.  “Nice going.”

You chase after him, grabbing Luke’s hand and pull him straight out the front door. Luke stands off to the side of the yard, pinching harshly at his own nose.

You reach for Luke with an apologetic look on your face. Luke opens his mouth before you can, though, spitting out the words that are probably on everyone else’s mind right now.

“I should leave,” he says, taking a step back when you reach for him again. “They hate me. I knew I shouldn’t have come in the first place. I’ll call an Uber home, you can take the car.” he mutters, turning away and reaching into his pocket for his phone.

“Luke,” you argue, pulling his arm down. Luke groans, refusing to meet your gaze. 

“You’re not leaving,” you say. “They don’t hate you, not at all. They haven’t even gotten to know you yet, and they’re absolutely not going to hate you because of your job, of all things. My Grandfather is just a little crazy, but he’ll get over it, I swear,” you assure him.

“Why didn’t you tell them I was in the FBI in the first place, if you talk about me to your mom so much? Kind of a defining feature, I would think,” he grumbles, stepping back and crossing his arms over his chest. 

“Uh, it didn’t come up?” you offer. Luke rolls his eyes.

“Did it have to?” He asks, voice dripping with annoyance.

You finally sigh, rolling your eyes and running your hand through your hair. “Alright, my dad was a cop. Right here in Baltimore.  He died when I was thirteen. Shot in the line of duty. So we had to grow up without him. I didn’t tell them you were a cop because I knew that if I did my mom would wanna talk about my dad, and I didn’t want to talk about my dad.”

There’s a long, heavy silence before you sigh.  

“I’m sorry, I should’ve told her,” you admit, shoulders slumping slightly. “I didn’t think any of them would react like this. I guess it’s still a little raw.”

Luke takes a deep breath and lets it out slowly, letting that all sink in. He can see why your family might be a little cautious. Because all that hurt that your family had to deal with must have really been awful.

“You never told me that.  I’m sorry that happened,” he says softly, reaching out to squeeze your hand. You look up at him hopefully, trying to lace your fingers together. 

“I promise, after like five minutes of getting to know you, they’re going to love you, just like I did, I promise.”

Your eyes widen at your sudden admission.  You look to Luke to see if he noticed your slip up.  His grin says it all.

“Love me, huh?” he asks slyly.  

You try to brush it off, but Luke’s not having it.  

He takes a step forward in the grass and gently touches your chin, he tilts it up so that you’re looking at him.  “I love you, too.” He says before pressing his soft lips to yours. 

When he pulls away, you bite back your smile.  “So you’ll try?” You ask. 

Luke nods his head and lets you tug him back inside the house.

“Luke,” your mother says softly and Luke freezes, looking up at her like a deer in the headlights. He can only imagine that she’s about to kindly ask him to leave.  “Oh, you poor thing, how rude you must think we are,” she says instead.  

Luke shakes his head.  “No ma’am,” he insists.  

“I’m not sure if Y/N has told you about her father, but he was a cop.  Sixteen years,�� she stares off as if remembering him.  “He passed away in the line of duty. It was terrible- the kids having to grow up without their father.  And terrible for me to raise them without my husband.  I never wanted that for my kids.”

Luke’s chest tightens again. 

“But I’m so sorry about what my father said to you, and I want you to know that you are always welcome inside this house, because you obviously make my daughter very happy, and that makes me very happy,” she says, giving you a smile that looks so much like yours that it eases him just the same.

He releases the breath he was holding and lets himself smile, nodding quickly. “Thank you,” he says, giving your mother his most genuine smile.

“See? Told you she’d love you,” you say smugly.  

Luke chuckles softly.

During dinner, Luke works his charm and is able to wiggle his way into every family member's heart.  You marvel in awe as he’s able to carry on a conversation about football with your grandfather and uncle.  Luke knows a surprising amount about the Ravens- even though he’s a Patriots fan. After dinner, when they all gather in the living room to watch the game, Luke turns out to be as loud and passionate about football as the rest of the men, even with Kate seated on his thigh, because for some reason she will not let him put her down.

After dessert is over you and Luke finally start to say your goodbyes to everyone with promises to visit soon. 

By the time you get back to Luke’s apartment, you’re both too full and sleepy from the turkey to do much more than cuddle for a while.

“I told you my family would adore you,” you sigh.  “Even my grandfather warmed up to you by the end of the night. Everyone loves you. But I love you the most,” you say, clearly already drifting off to sleep.

Luke smiles to himself and presses a long kiss to the top of your head.

“I love you too,” he whispers softly, before letting himself drift off to sleep as well.

#luke alvez imagine #luke alvez fic #luke alvez x reader #luke alvez x reader imagine #luke alvez x reader fic #criminal minds fic #criminal minds imagine #criminal minds x reader imagine

[fr0gheart]

SOLO

authors note: let me start by saying i’m not a kpop fan. like i know the basic songs and the groups and i was really into it in 2017 but it just kinda fizzled out so i’m basing this off of blackpink one of only girl groups i know. and kind of what jennie is doing. lemme say this again. i am not a kpop fan so please don’t attack me for getting things wrong or just being misinformed. so as always enjoy!

anonymous said:  can you do headcanons for finn dating a kpop soloist please?? it might be hard if ur not a fan so dONt feel pressured to do it^^

masterlist / ask

music has always ran in your blood

you grew up in korea and you didn’t really have a good knowledge of english

so your mom made sure you got an english teacher

because she always wanted the best for her daughter

so like you would be able to speak english but the accent was still there

you signed with a korean management group when you were 14

and at first there wasn’t any gigs or anything 

but they paired you with 5 other girls 

and you guys became y/g/n

(y/g/n stands for your group name )

at first the girls were like super intimidating

because they were all older

like 21 older and you were considered the baby of the group

but when they got to know you they automatically treated you like they’re little sis

and they were so protective over you and anyone you were interested in

so you liked people but you never really had a boyfriend

anyway your group only became popular when you turned 16

people nominated you for a grammy and even though you didn’t win one

you gained more followers since you guys went

so your management would finally decide to let you guys tour north america

after endless months of practice and writing new songs

you guys were ready for the tour

your first stop was atlanta and you heard some celebs were coming to check you guys out

but you didn’t really know which ones for sure

you were so nervous because it was your first show in america

and the crew was just stressing you out

and in the last practice you couldn’t get any of the dance moves

one of your groupmates, Holly came to calm you down

“ Look, y/n your fine, the house is packed and everyone is coming just to see us. we’re- wait what do you call it”

you let out a laugh,” royalty”

she got up and hugged you and went back to her mua

soon it was time

you were singing your song that you released before the tour

you were the opening act before the group

so you sang and the crowd was so crazy

so the group came out and you guys performed 

all your music and a couple of throwback stuff

you saw some celebrities in the crowd

like shawn mendes and sabrina carpenter but you weren’t really paying attention

so after the show the celebs came backstage 

and you thanked all of them and since the other members didn’t really know english you spoke for them

and they talked about collabing on a song together

or just getting to hang out

and then the last person came

finn fucking wolfhard

and he would just be raving about your show

‘ that was so amazing like one of the best shows i’ve seen in a long time ‘

and you would be really flattered and you guys would just talk for a long time

so after he would give you his number

“ you know, just in case we hang out or something “

and he scratched his neck that really cute thing he always does

so it would be like 2 months

and you and finn got closer over text

like you would always be on your phone

giggling or smiling over something someone said 

“ y/n has the fattest crush on that lanky stranger things boy “

and you would blush like fucking crazy

“ i do not “

they would constantly be teasing you in practice

but then finn asked you on a date and they would go full big sisters mode

they would help you get ready 

but they also said that they would rip his head off if he hurt you

but yeah like i said 

basic big sister stuff

so you guys were still touring and your next show was in l.a.

so you planned to get coffee and then go to one of finn’s movies

but you dressed in like a cute summer dress

and you would just talk about your careers and just weird things about yourselves

the way you guys just fit together was crazy

so finn would finally grow balls and hold your hands during the movie and you would just be like blushing like fucking crazy

and he would walk you back to the hotel room

“ um y/n i had a lot of fun tonight with you “

“ me too”

and he would lean in and just kiss you and it would be perfect 

until holly opened the door 

“ wow locking lips out here huh?”

and you and finn would look at each other

and blush

he would wave to you bye and tell you he would text you later

and holly would have just talked her ass off

and you would be tired and finn would text you goodnight

so you guys have been hanging out in public

and fans always thought you guys were dating

but you didn’t really release anything

until your group was on spill your guts, fill your guts

and james was asking personal questions that were funny.

“ y/n i’m going to give you bull’s penis”

“ james there is no way i am eating that”

he would pick the card up and start giggling 

“ you might have to”

you would groan and slap your hand against your head

the entire audience would be laughing

“ okay y/n, there are pictures of you walking around, holding hands with actor finn wolfhard. are you guys dating?”

you looked around as the audience oohed

you debated it, you were not eating it 

so you decided in the quickest moment possible

and you said

“ yeah, i guess we are”

and the entire crowd awed and james said

“ well you heard it here first, we’ll be right back after the break“

directory

#finn wolfhard imagines #stranger things imagines #kpop #bts #mike wheeler imagines #blackpink #finn wolfhard angst #finn wolfhard headcanons #mike wheeler angst #mike wheeler headcanons #mike wheeler x reader #bts euphoria #jennie solo #finn wolfhard x reader #finn wolfhard #mike wheeler

[criminalhotch]

“Going the Distance”~An Ethan Dolan Imagine

Can you make an imagine where you’re dating Ethan and you’re like half way across the country in ur state and see the sister squad and the whole Emma and Ethan thing; and you end up like unintentionally ignoring Ethan and everyone because you’re like hurt?? And confused?? And mad?? And all of a sudden he like gets fed up and just comes to see u and and it’s all angsty

Don’t know if you taking writing ideas but I just thought of one: Y/N, Grayson, Ethan, and Emma go back to Jersey. Everyone is loving Y/N and Ethan feels like no one is like Emma. It causes a lot of problems between Ethan and Grayson bc Ethan is rude toward Y/N bc he feels it is her fault on my no one seems to like Emma. In the end, Ethan and Y/N talk everything out. Thanks! Your writing is like flawless! ❤️

A/N: Thank you to the two people who sent in these requests. It was going to be really hard to make two separate storylines so I combined them! Long distance sucks, my best friend lives 11 hours away from me and I only see him a couple times a year. This one isn’t my favorite but it matches the requests. I hope you guys like it! 

Warnings: Angst, fluff, cursing, nothing major

Word Count: 4,454

 I sat in my apartment in my home state. I was miles upon miles from my boyfriend, Ethan Dolan. We had been together a year, but the fans didn’t know. I wasn’t famous, Ethan didn’t want me to get hate because it was a long-distance relationship only making it worse. I hadn’t seen him in three months. Every time they go home to New Jersey I have a big test, so I can never go. I adore his family. I miss him more than anything. I love him I do but distance is so hard. They travel so often it makes it even harder. He does treat me so well. We call, text, snapchat, and FaceTime all of the time. He sends me things to my apartment just because he misses me but with school there’s just never a good time for us to see each other. I decided that I would Facetime him. “Facetiming Turtle Man”. It then stopped ringing meaning he declined it. Soon enough, my phone dinged with a text from him. “Filming a vid with Emma, Gray, and James. I’ll call you later, baby. Love you” it read. Emma, imagine that. No wonder everyone is shipping them. My thoughts made me that I shouldn’t respond.

 A couple of hours later I looked at my phone with two missed calls from Ethan. I had decided to take a relaxing bath and left my phone on the counter. I thought about calling him back, but I was tired. I knew that us talking would only end in a fight or with me crying, probably both. I decided it was best to just go to bed and I did just that. I threw on some sweats and one of Ethan’s shirts that I had even though it had lost his scent months ago. The next morning, I woke up at 8:02 and my first class is at 8:30. It was also a 15-minute walk from my apartment to my class. I threw my hair in a bun, kept the clothes on I wore to bed, brushed my teeth, then left. I got to my class with three minutes to spare. I decided to check my phone. Three missed calls from Grayson and 12 from Ethan. As well as four texts from Grayson and 21 texts from Ethan. Unfortunately, I had no service in this building so responding was not an option and to make it worse this class is three hours long. I guess they will just have to wait.

 Ethan’s POV (Last Night after filming)

“Has Y/N responded to you?” I asked Grayson. “No, you?” he asked. “No, and it worries me” I admitted. “She might have fallen asleep, E. You know she has her 8:30 tomorrow” he reminded me. “You’re right, I just worry, and I miss her” I sulked. “I know you do, dude,” he said patting my back. “What if she is mad at me? I don’t know what I did” I told him. “Maybe it’s not something you did but who you are with” he suggested. “Grayson, you are my brother why would she be mad at that,” I asked him with a tude. “Not me, you fucking idiot. Emma” he said. “Why would she be jealous of Emma?” I asked. “Let’s see it’s a female who sees you way more than she does. All of the fans ship you and Emma with that ugly ass ship name because they don’t know about you and Y/N, not to mention you guys are kind of flirty in our videos” he explained. “That’s just how we are, it’s not serious. I love Y/N, not Emma” I told him. “Ethan, I know that. I have to listen to you complain about it every day, but she doesn’t see you, every day. It’s hard for her too, E” he told me. “I don’t know what to do Gray” I admitted. “She’s probably just asleep. If she doesn’t respond before class tomorrow, then you can worry” he negotiated, and I nodded. “I’m going to go play Fortnite and hope I can clear these thoughts up,” I told Grayson as I headed to my room. I started my game and before I knew it the clock read 4:13 am. I decided to get into bed and try to get some sleep. I tossed and turned for hours. It’s now 8 am and I didn’t sleep a wink. I got up and walked across the house. I found Grayson working out, imagine that. “Gray she never responded to me,” I said. “Me either but why are you out of bed before noon?” he questioned. “Is it out of bed if I never fell asleep?” I asked. “E” he sighed. “My mind wouldn’t shut off, Gray. I can’t lose her. I love her” I said pulling my hair through my fingers. “Go pack. I’m going to book you a flight while you pack. Go see her. The video for Tuesday is almost done and I can finish it. We can do something in New Jersey for next Tuesday. You just go get your girl, alright?” he said. God, I love this kid. “Thanks, Gray,” I said hugging him. “You’re welcome. I am the best twin ever, now go” he demanded. I went upstairs and packed. It was pretty last minute but if I forgot anything I could have Grayson bring it to New Jersey. I walked back downstairs around 8:45. “Ok, you have a flight at 10. I have printed off all of your information. If I were you I would have Y/N come to New Jersey with us for Thanksgiving later this week. You guys can meet Emma and me there” he explained. Emma was coming to New Jersey because her parents decided on a   last-minute vacation but didn’t ask her to join so she didn’t have anywhere to go for Thanksgiving, so Grayson and I invited her to come to New Jersey with us. I ate a quick bowl of cereal then had Grayson drive me to the airport. We got to LAX about 10 minutes before my plane boarded. I got to my gate as soon as boarding started. I got on the plane and before I knew it I was in the air. I was so ready to surprise her. I need it. She needs it. We need it.

Before I knew it, we had made it to the next airport. I got off and headed straight to Y/N’s house. I had her address from sending her things in the mail. I went straight there hoping that she was home. I knocked but no one ever came. I decided that I would do what any good boyfriend would do. I would wait, at her doorstep for her to arrive.

 Y/N’s POV

I decided to steal some of the school’s WiFi before I go back to my apartment. I went to the library grabbed one of the study cubicles and got to work. I had one last test before Thanksgiving break and then I was done. I was pretty confident, but it couldn’t hurt to refresh myself. I stayed in the cubicle for a couple hours just to ensure a good grade on this test. I packed up my things then took the 15-minute walk back to my apartment. I made my way up to my apartment where I saw a figure standing in front of a door. They must be waiting for maintenance, I thought. I kept walking until I realized the figure was in front of my apartment and he looked familiar. He looked like Ethan. I realized I never responded to any of them. I should do that when I get settled in. The closer I got the more I realized it was Ethan. “Ethan?” I asked. “Y/N!” he exclaimed while jumping up. We ran to each other. I dropped my backpack not caring about my laptop. I ran as fast as my feet would take me. It felt like it took forever but soon enough I was engulfed in his arms again. I buried my head into his chest. I took a deep breath trying to take everything in. Then I began crying. I pulled away from him and wiped my tears away. “Why are you crying, babe?” he asked. “I missed you so much and I am so glad you’re here” I explained. “Well, I’m here now, alright? No more tears” he said kissing my forehead. I unlocked my door then took us inside. My apartment was filled with pictures of Ethan and I. “I’m everywhere” he said. “Hey, it’s both of us and there’s some of Grayson too but when I don’t get the real thing I have to make do” I shrugged. “I know this is hard for you, it’s hard for me too” he sighed. “E?” I asked. “Yes, baby?” he said. “Why are you here?” I asked. “Well you wouldn’t answer Grayson or me, so I knew something was up. Even if you were mad at me you would respond to Grayson, at least. I was so scared something happened to you that I had to be here. Grayson found me a flight while I packed my stuff up then the next thing I knew, I was here” he explained. “I’m sorry for worrying you. After you declined my FaceTime I got upset so I took a bath then went to bed. Then I woke up late this morning, so I didn’t have time to respond before class then the building I was at didn’t have service. Then I went to the library and zoned out. I’m fine E. I didn’t mean to scare you” I sighed. “Why were you upset?” he asked. “I just missed you,” I said. “It’s more than that. You’re looking away from me which means you’re hiding something” he noticed. Damn, why did he know me so well?  I stayed silent. “It’s Emma isn’t it?” he asked, and I nodded. “Grayson was right” he sighed. “What did Grayson say?” I asked. “He said that you might be jealous of Emma because she is with me a lot and we’re friends. That there are fans shipping her and I because they don’t know about us” he said. “And you guys get awful friendly in your collabs” I mentioned. His eyes dropped, and I prepared for the worst. He had cheated.  “Y/N, baby girl, sweetheart, pumpkin, my princess. I know you are thinking the worst. You are thinking that I cheated on you but I didn’t. I would never. Emma and I are seriously just friends. You know my personality and that I’m very goofy which could be mistaken as flirty. I do not love Emma, I do not even look at Emma that way. There is only one girl I look at with all the love in my heart and that’s you” he said pulling his phone out. “Ethan, what are you doing?” I asked. “You’ll see” he smirked. A few seconds later my phone dinged. It was a notification: Ethan Dolan tagged you in a post. I shot him a look. What was he up to? I opened the app and saw a picture of Ethan and I from a few months ago. There was kind of a long caption. “Just an update on my life for you guys. Emma and I are NOT together. I am with this beautiful girl right here. Her name is Y/N and I love her with everything that I am. Not many people know that we have been together for the past year. She isn’t famous, and I was worried she wouldn’t be able to handle the hate so please treat my girl well, she has my heart. Don’t be the reason she breaks it”  

“Ethan” I smiled as tears filled my eyes. “I love you so much. I know I didn’t ask, and I just did it, but it was the only way I could prove how much I loved you” he said pulling me into him. “You’re so extra babe” I giggled. “Can we snuggle for a little bit?” he asked, and I nodded. As we laid there I began to think. “E how long are you staying?” I asked. “Well it’s Monday and Thanksgiving is Thursday. My family’s Thanksgiving is Thursday at 4 which I really want you to come. I’ll buy your ticket, I just want you there. They miss you” he admits. “You don’t have to ask me twice. I see my family all the time” I giggled. “Oh, um I should probably tell you this” he started. “Tell me what?” I asked getting upset. “So, Grayson and I felt bad. You know how soft we are, Y/N even if we don’t act like. You can’t leave someone alone on Thanksgiving, right?” he smiled trying to guilt trip me. “E, what did you guys do?” I asked. “WeinvitedEmmatoNewJerseybecauseshedidn’thaveanywhereelsetogo” he said all in one breath. “So Emma is going to be at your family Thanksgiving?” I asked. “Um, yes?” he said unsure of what my reaction would be. “Good, I can tell her to stay the fuck off my man,” I said. “Babe, she’s not after me” he pleaded. “Bullshit E. Open your eyes when you watch your videos. She is all over you! Not Grayson but you! She knows about me, right?” I asked. “Well of course. I talk about you all of the time, ask Gray” he said. “She clearly doesn’t get the hint then, Ethan” I scowled. “Babe, we only get to see each other for a few days let’s not spend it arguing” he pleaded. “E, I don’t want to fight but I haven’t seen you in months, then there’s some YouTuber I have never met all of over you, your fans ship you guys together like Brad Pitt and Angelina Jolie. How am I supposed to feel?” I asked with tears pricking my eyes. “Y/N, don’t cry. We both know I can’t handle your tears, babe” he says softly. “I don’t know if I can do this anymore, E” I admitted even if I didn’t want to. “Y/N, I just told everyone, don’t say that” he begged. “Ethan, I have seen you maybe four or five weeks of the over 52 we have been together. This destroys me. I miss you more every day. I watch your videos to support you and Gray, obviously but so I can hear your voice and your laugh so I can see you smile. Yes, we talk all the time but college is so much plus having a famous boyfriend who lives states away. I can’t keep doing this, E. I love you, this has nothing to do with the fact that I don’t love you. I love you more than anything but loving you is killing me” I sobbed as my head fell into his chest. “Move in with Grayson and me” he suggested. “Ethan that’s crazy,” I said looking up from his chest with tear-stained cheeks. “I cannot let you go. You have made me a better person, Y/N. Not to mention, I love you. Everything I said in that Instagram post was true. You have my heart; baby girl and I can’t be without you anymore. A year is long enough” he explained. “Ethan, what about school, my family, my friends, but again most importantly school?” I asked. “UCLA?” he said in a duh tone. “I won’t get into UCLA” I shot back. “Actually, I already applied for you because I was going to ask if you wanted to move in with Gray and I after Christmas?” he smiled trying to read my reaction. “Did I get in?” I asked worriedly. “OF COURSE, YOU GOT IN. YOU ARE THE SMARTEST GIRL I KNOW” he exclaimed. “I’m mad at you” I whispered. “For what?” he asked. “Going behind my back and applying at UCLA” I explained. “Well, you should be mad at your mom too because she was the one who suggested it and told me all the information I needed that I didn’t have” he admitted. “You went through all of that just, so we could be together?” I asked, and he nodded. “Ethan Grant, you are an idiot and you’re sneaky, but I don’t know what I’d do without you” I smiled. “My parents are ok with me transferring?” I asked him. “They told me that they trust me to take care of you and that you’ll be much happier being with me then stuck here” he explained, and he was right. “Are you going to move in with us?” he asked. “I don’t know, E. It’s a lot all at once” I answered. “Take your time. You have a couple weeks before anything needs decided” he told me as I snuggled into his chest. If I wanted to be happy I knew that LA with him and Gray would be the best thing. He’s everything to me but what if we break up. I’ll have to move back home and that’s scary too. I love him, but I’m scared.

 It’s Wednesday afternoon and we’re flying to New Jersey. These past couples of days with Ethan have been so nice. I only had one class yesterday and once I was done with my test I could leave. I was back before Ethan even got up for the day. Grayson and Emma’s flight got in 10 minutes after Ethan and I’s did so we decided to wait for them. We could hear Y/Ship/N being chanted but we just decided to ignore it waiting for Gray and Emma. Soon enough their plane landed, and we were met with Grayson’s big smile and Emma being Emma. “Hey, Y/N. How are you?” Gray asked wrapping me in a hug. “Good, how was your flight?” I asked. “Not bad” he smiled then I looked at Emma. “Y/N, this is Emma. Emma, this is Y/N” Grayson said while Ethan stood there awkwardly. “Hey, E has told me a lot about you,” Emma said, and I smiled. “Yeah, you too” I lied not wanting to make her feel bad. We started walking out the airport hearing. “Why is Emma here?” “Is Emma dating Grayson then?” “Gremma” “Ethma” “Y/Ship/Name” then the farther we got the worse it got. “Emma shouldn’t even be here. Flirting with Ethan when he has a girlfriend” “Boo Emma” “Emma should go back to LA” “No one likes Emma” “Fuck you, Emma”

I looked at Ethan and he was angry. His jaw was clenched, and his eyes were narrowed. I squeezed his hand trying to make him feel better, but it didn’t work. Shortly after hearing more mean things he let go of my hand and stormed in front of us. I just let him go. I waited for Emma and Grayson to catch up so I could walk with them. “Why aren’t you walking with Ethan?” he asked. “That’s a good question” I answered. “What happened?” Emma asked. “I think he got mad at all of the fans being mean to Emma. I squeezed hand trying to get him to calm down, but he just got mad and stormed off” I explained. “He’s such an ass sometimes” Grayson muttered.

We walked to the waiting area by the door, waiting for Lisa and Sean to pick us up. Ethan was outside in the cold. “E, wait inside with us” I yelled and he ignored me. “Whatever, freeze. See if I care” I yelled staying inside with Gray and Emma. “I’m sorry, he’s being like this” Grayson apologized. “it’s fine, he will get over it,” I said. “I don’t know why he is so upset. I get hate all the time, this is mild” Emma explained. “It’s Ethan, who knows” I mumbled. “My parents just pulled up,” Gray said. We put our stuff in the trunk as Ethan had already put his things up then got in the car. “I’ll sit in the back with Gray” I said and they both nodded. The whole ride back to the Dolan’s was damn near silent other than the few questions Lisa and Sean asked us. Ethan never answering any of them. Ethan shot out of the car and headed up to his room. “What’s wrong with your brother, Gray?” Lisa asked. “Honestly, I don’t know” he answered. “Y/N, do you know?” Sean asked. “Not really. Shortly after we got to the airport he got into this mood” I said, and they nodded not asking any further. I put my things in Ethan’s room. He was sat on his bed and his back to the door. I dropped my stuff off and headed back downstairs letting him make his own decisions. “He still being a pain?” Emma asked. “Yeah, he will calm down eventually. Tomorrow’s Thanksgiving, he will talk eventually about what’s bothering him” I explained.

Emma, Grayson, and I sat watching Christmas movies. We were watching Home Alone. We had already watched Elf and The Grinch. Ethan came downstairs to get a drink and didn’t say anything to anyone. He went back up to his room. “What is his deal?” Grayson asked. “I don’t know” I muttered not pushing it. “I’ll go talk to him,” Grayson said getting up from the couch and pausing the movie.

 Grayson’s POV Sometimes Ethan confuses the hell out of me. This being one of those times. I barge into his room not caring that I didn’t knock. “You could knock” he scoffed. “You could not be a dick,” I said back. “Your girlfriend is hanging out with Emma and me because you are ignoring her. For what reason Ethan? What has got you so pissed off you are ignoring everyone when it’s the day before Thanksgiving? Shouldn’t you be I don’t know, THANKFUL” I yelled at him. “Y/N is making everyone hate Emma. Look at twitter everyone is telling Emma she’s ugly and to leave us alone because they know I’m with Y/N. It’s not fair” he said. “Ok, so you are pissed at the fans but taking it out on Y/N. Do you realize how fucking stupid you sound?” I asked. “She was the one that was jealous of Emma” he shot back. “Ethan, you fucking idiot. She is your girlfriend and barely gets to see you where Emma sees you all the time. I would be jealous too” I explained to him. “I see you all of the time and she isn’t mad about you” he sassed. “I am your brother, your TWIN brother so there’s no way I am going to be able to take you from Y/N. We share our time with you, it’s different, Ethan. And if you’re too ignorant to figure that out maybe you should break up with Y/N and be with Emma if that’s what you want” I yelled. “No, it’s not. I love Y/N, but I care about Emma. I don’t want her getting hate because of Y/N and I being together. It’s not fair to Emma” he said. “Ok well, it’s not fair to any of us when you ignore us when you are mad at the fans. Tweet something and tell them to be nice to Y/N and Emma. It’s not that hard, E. You are just so damn stubborn that you don’t think about things” I said, and he sighed knowing he had fucked up. “I’m going downstairs and sending Y/N up here. You better apologize, you asshole” I said. “I will, thanks Gray,” he said. I walked to the living room and looked at Y/N. “I calmed him down, go to talk to him,” I said, and she nodded.

Y/N’s POV

I walked into Ethan’s room slowly. “I’m sorry” he started. ‘I was mad at you when I should be mad at myself. I was the one who hid you from the fans for so long now they are mad not only that I hid it but because I’m not with Emma. I blamed you for everyone being mean to Emma when it’s my fault. I guess because we argued about Emma and I’s friendship that it was an easy way to escape my guilt. I’m so sorry for being a stubborn asshole. I’m going to tweet and clear everything up. I hope you still love me” he apologized keeping his head down scared to look at me. “I do still love you Ethan, but you need to talk to me instead of getting mad about things. I don’t want people being mean to Emma, either. If you weren’t up here wallowing in self-pity you would see that I don’t really mind her” I explained to him. “I’m so sorry that I ruined Thanksgiving” he sighed pulling his hands through his hair. I grabbed his cheeks making him look at me. “You didn’t ruin anything, E. Now clear things up and you can join the rest of us downstairs,” I said kissing his forehead and running my hand through his hair. He grabbed his phone and opened the Twitter app. He tweeted, “Hey guys. We saw some of you at the airport. A lot of you had nice things to say and some didn’t. I know you are upset that I didn’t tell you about Y/N sooner. I had a good reason for that. Therefore, a lot of you thought I was with Emma. I’m sorry for the confusion. Emma is one of my best friends and Y/N is my girlfriend. I love and care for both of them in different ways so please don’t send hate to either of them. Thanks. -E”

“There hopefully things get better” he smiled. “You tried, E and that’s all that matters,” I said. “I do love you, Y/N. I don’t want Emma. I want you and I still want you to come to LA” he admitted. “I love you too, E” I smirked while leaning into his lips. Smiling into it I kiss him. Before I knew it, he had flipped us onto the bed. “Ethan” I yelled while he flipped us over.  I was lying on my back and he was hovering over me. “Are you going to move to LA and live with Gray and me?” he asked wanting an answer. “Yes, E. I’ll move to LA with you and Gray as long as you get off of me, so we can downstairs,” I said. “Fuck yeah,” he said jumping up. “You’re an idiot” I giggled. “But I’m your idiot” he winked. “Yes, I suppose you are,” I said as I shook my head as we headed back to the living room. Ethan Grant Dolan, you are an idiot, you are the most stubborn person I have ever met, but you complete me.

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[farharbour]

could u tell us about ur OCs? :o (and btw, I hope u feel better soon!!! !)

I LOVE YOU 💐💖💛♥️💐 thank you.. i appreciate u so much for being who you are and for taking the time to tell me that, it’s so kind of you i hope you’re doing well today and that good things come your way soon!!

and. oh boy. i’m putting my oc talk under a cut b/c idk how long it’s going to get

the only ones i have fleshed out in any capacity are my fallout ocs so like sorry if that’s not your thing!

my main squeeze atm is simon! they’re my courier (independent) and a descendant of the chosen one (i don’t have a fallout 2 oc yet since i haven’t really played it much but they’re related.. i like having my ocs interact or be related it’s fun hehe). they’re a total amnesiac at the beginning of f:nv and as they remember who they are, their purpose, and the tension around them they slowly turn from being neutral good to their true chaotic neutral self.. idk much about the finer points of them i just know they’re a very “take no shit” kind of person and they hate staying in one place for long periods of time which makes the fact that they take over vegas for themselves like. a bad one. because in the end they decide they don’t want to lead and they move out west. anyway!

they’re a fun character to write and play with b/c they’re so different to me personality-wise (very impulsive, act with the gut and think about it later kinda guy) and i like writing their dynamic with arcade a lot.. they’re very “friends with benefits”-y because despite them both wanting it they also don’t want to commit to a relationship for various reasons.. simon is a melee/close range fighter and is stronger than they look and they’re loyal to a fault to those who are good to them but if you backstab him you better be prepared and ugh i could talk abt them all day but i have a few others that r just as important to me

bec is my lone wanderer and she’s got the Big Trauma. she works through most of it with the help of fawkes and just by virtue of always having been a very independent and self-sustaining person. there’s a big story wrt her dad being an institute scientist that escaped so she goes north to the commonwealth 10 years after fo3 happens (at this point she has a prosthetic arm b/c of the water purifier incident) and she realises that like. relying on other ppl isn’t so bad once she meets james (my sosu not her dad it’s a coincidence that they have the same name i swear) and everyone. she takes up shop in the red rocket outside of sanctuary (minutemen stronghold) and uh. eventually gets with piper i think. probably. maybe? she’s a robotics/tech expert and loves dogs and plasma weapons. she becomes like. nick’s go-to repair gal since she’s so close to james (again my sosu not her dad fhdsjkf).. and she’s like mac’s big sister OMG i love their dynamic. so fun. she’s not rlly his big sister but they have that “annoying big sister, annoying little brother” dynamic and just thinkin about it is so fhsdjkahsdf YES.

SO ANYWAY! james. he’s my self-insert and i’m not ashamed of that anymore and he romances nick and everything is good w/ the world even though. it’s not. as much of a self-insert as he is i rlly don’t have things too fleshed out for him in terms of backstory but in game he’s a sniper expert and he’s an all-rounder, a little bit good at everything but not really specialized in one thing. if he had to be it’d be repairing old junk maybe. idk all u need to know abt him is that he loves his robot boyfriend and i Might take the route with him where he’s also a synth b/c i can’t stand thinking about him dying one day and leaving nick behind hjfhjskfsdjf

tex is a character i thought of in the shower one night. i was just like. “what if there was a cowboy synth in the mojave?” and tex was born. he’s got a brain like nick valentine’s where it was programmed based on memory but not human memory.. like. holotapes. his personality is the same as a fictional cowboy from a tv show from before the war and in tex’s want to get to the desert where he thinks he belongs he escapes the institute (maybe at the same time as nick/dima? or around the same time idk really) and he makes his way to the mojave. he dishes out vigilante justice. definitely lawful good.. has one of those fan crated nuclear horses with six legs or whatever and a silver and ivory pistol and he’s like. idk. idk really much concrete abt him either but he loves victor (au where in the independent run he doesn’t get deactivated and they get to be friends/something more??) and he loves apprehending bad guys and he’s COOL and a real cowboy. simon is cowboy aesthetic but no morals while tex lives up to the cowboy moral code in addition to being cool fashion-wise.

and rocco is. rocco. idk like anything abt him i just wanted an oc named rocco. i also have an unnamed fo76 oc (maybe a fruit name. i want an oc with a fruit name like peach or apple or cherry or smth) that ends up building a sanctuary somewhere to take care of irradiated animals and she’s looking for her wife that didn’t enter the vault in time (spoiler: she finds her and even tho her wife is a ghoul now it’s okay and they still love each other and work at the animal sanctuary together!!!) those two i know the least abt but are still important to me so yea.

ALSO they are all gay and trans/nb. thank you for coming to this excruciatingly long ted talk.

#asks #lulu-az #oc talk #THANK U again for #asking abt them i rarely get to just infodump abt them and i'm sry this got sooo long i didn't mean for it to be this long. oops.

[little-baolli]

1-10 sis!! Hope you’re well!!

Wooow sis, miss you lots! Hope ur well 😊😊

1. Heres a selfie for numba one

2. I hope no one takes these names bc I love them with all my heart, but if I have a daughter I would love to name her Ara or Ahri (like LoL), Kora and maybe Sora. And if I have a boy I love the name James, Elijah, Ezra and Daniel (but there's this cute boy named Daniel so idk)

3. I do. I miss this boy I've been talking to. I also miss the old me 😂

4. I'm looking forward to the weekend and maybe seeing this guy again

5. Yeah, my sisters make me smile all the time. And this guy I've been hanging out with. My friends also

6. Yes and no. I go to other guys and stuff to get over people.

7. My life was shit last year. I was getting my life back together and with this whack ass boyfriend who was a piece of shit and didn't support me the way I needed him.

8. I do occasionally haha :

9. I saw this guy I've been hanging out with (this is besides my coworkers)

10. I am

#reply #ask

[modernlcve]

little info dump of lizzie’s la muses

ADELAIDE LINDHOLM  :   they still need a last name but . whatever. i was gonna make her like really boring n a lil mean but. i changed me mind. she’s still uninterested in fame but im pulling her out of management she did it for like 3 years and then realized it brought her nothing but stress and pain so she quit and is doing temp work for the time being she’s trying to figure some stuff of her own out but deflects it onto still trying to boss around her siblings all the time. this sounded more interesting in my head. know it all, bossy, putting on a front of being in control of her miserable life

plots for her include  :  former clients she completely abandoned when she snapped, im working on more but sometimes... being a big sister is a full time job am i right girls

ALISON COLLINS  :  a woman at a crossroads . wants to follow her big artistic ambition of [redacted] but it just hasnt worked out for her yet so she’s teaching elementary art classes at a Hippie School to pay the bills til something comes her way , but its hard to be the edgy artist type when u got the school breathing down ur back and checking 2 make sure ur on the straight and narrow.

plots for her include  :  another big sister im ltrying to think of plots for but . sometimes things arent easy you know. she could have art circle friends who make fun of her for Selling Out and making pipe cleaner crafts for a living now

BRUNO VARGAS  :   i’m copy pasting the fc meme. he bought a “capitalism is unsustainable” sticker off of amazon. prime example of that “little confused but he’s got the spirit” meme. he threw himself into the social activism scene after he dropped out of college and ran away to the city to really make something of himself. he really wants to do good things for good reasons his heart is in the right place he’s just a dumbass. grew up in a traditional catholic military family but hasn’t had contact w them for a minute. lives in the fold because he thinks its cool 2 force people 2 hang out with him. works for an indie underground news publication.

plots for him include  :  yeah  maybe i am still stuck on the boyfriend/girlfriend plot. im not married to it being bf n gf if it just works 2 be 2 gfs or 2 bfs anyways. plot would be that one partner bruno has had longer and has openly been with for a minute now. second partner would be more recent and bc of that less of the whole official We’re Together :) kind of thing. both partners would know he’s seeing other people, but he hasnt gone out of his way to specifically out either of them, p2 just knows about p1 bc they were openly w bruno whereas they arent yet. if that makes literally any sense

COLE EDWARDS  :  bit of a weirdo. she does something behind the scenes i was thinking like set design because thats something that weirdly really interests me. anyways shes a doormat but in a different way than molly could be read that way she really just likes to be involved in things and help people. ~quirky~ but one day , she will snap. u can tell when u see her at craft night and she gets so much hot glue on her hand but doesnt even react. its like she cant feel it... feel better cole...

plots for her   :  cole could work for laguna beach or as the mystery novak stepsib im not married to her being on the show or not yet. i figured she could be fun there because she would be a light addition to all these Reality Tv Bastards u know. her bg and plots will fit whichever subplot i use her for so . tba

HOLLIS MESSINA   :   kill him NOW .   hollis is a bad man. not to godmod michele but in my head their parents are also like weird arsty types not necessarily famous but always very into the arts all thru their childhood. they grew up eating a lot of kale and maybe thats why hollis is the way he is. he’s vapid and very insecure because he wants so bad to be cool and funny and talented and suffers from major impostor syndrome which contributes to his online shopping addiction. take a nap hollis...

plots for him  :  we know im always looking for a plot where my musician writes a song about how crusty their ex is and their ex doesn’t appreciate it, or in general just maybe someone who got past the Phony Fakeass Cool Hollis act but then he decided to be very mean to them because soemtimes it hurts to let people in

JAMES ZAMORA   :  instagram model and youtuber. new media thot. she makes beauty, fashion, lifestyle, and travel related content. her entire brand is being A Sexy Little Trollop for people to envy. came from humble beginnings believe it or not, but she will never tell anyone that. as far as they need to be concerned shes been toddling around in heels since day one. lives in the fold because it makes for quirky content but once a month she threatens to get the hell out of here.. no one knows why she stays..

plots for her  :  frankly between the Novak Boyz and the mean girl squad im happy w her plots for now but shes always around to *cheryl blossom voice* create a little chaos if needed...

MOLLY SEKULIC   :   for the first week he lived at the fold noah thought she was a ghost :0  jadede film school student who thought she would get to do real documentary work at a place like b*zzfeed news but got put on projects shes not as passionate about 2 put it kindly. constantly planning her escape from the fold and worth it and all of that but 2 depressed to actually put any of it into play so she just sticks around and hopes one day she’s tapped for something with Substance

plots for her  :  she just doesnt get out much. shes got her Horrible sons (alec and [redacted]) and the girlies she hangs out with at the fold so shes not a completely friendless loser. with muses also working in film i think it could be fun to have a plot where they went to school together/worked on a project earlyo n together but now shes doing this and is embarrassed to talk to them abt it not that its even that real of a plot..

NOAH FITZGERALD  :  i wrote an intro for him in fold and im just gonna link it here. tldr hes very shy,, be gentle,, he wants to be liked and validated which is a common theme for me becuase yeah maybe in my core i dont believe anyone pursuing art does it for any reason but validation i sure know i do 

plots for him  :   he’s got a little going on but other fun stuff could be musicians he jams with that could catch onto his and bradys Scam, maybe some other dorks to commiserate with ive obvisosuly not got as many ideas as i let on huh,

WYATT SONG   :   gay writer bitch. came from money so he’s just casually pursuing writing full time minus the time he spends on the show (bit less than everyone else just because watching him sit in his home office and do nothing for hours just isnt interesting) but i kinda like the idea of him being a Villain within the show like idk what dynamics we were wanting to set up but i feel ike since he’s more reclusive than the others and when he is around hes Annoying he could be someone the show kinda frames as Not Likable which mostly doesnt bother him but . stings a little

plots   :  someone whos really nice 2 him off cam but plays to that villain thing on cam, which could work for a few muses on different levels like a friend whos just flighty to someone he’s ~ secretly dating ~ bc it would mess up the current plot of the show if they were fucking just yet

#int

[who-tf-stole-my-car-radio]

1-30 Bet you didn't see that coming now answer lolololololol

1. How old were you the first time you fell in love?- First time I fell in love I was 8 and it was with Johnny Depp 💙2. Name the first person who broke your heart-My real dad 3. How many different best friends have you had in your life?-I have the same 2 best friends my whole life, one being my twin brother, the other I met at school in 5th grade, he was sitting alone at lunch so I went and sat with him and here we are 12 years later 4. Do you have a best friend?-see question 35. Do you have any specific talent?-umm I can play the drums, I've been doing that for 15 years and I can draw sort of OH and I can tie a cherry stem in my mouth (put that one on the resume amirite)6. Do you fit into any stereotypes? -yeah I had a kid at a young age so I guess I fit into the teen pregnancy stereo type , though I graduated early so I wasnt technically still in highschool when I was pregnant but I was 17 sooo7. What’s your sexuality? -I feel like I'm still not 100% sure, I mean I like men don't get me wrong but on the other hand girls are amazing??? But would I date one¿¿¿¿¿¿¿¿ who knows?????¿¿¿¿¿ not me8. What’s your favorite animal?- I have 2, owls, and moose2 very different creatures, both equally majestic and beautiful9. What are your favorite pet names?-if you're asking about literal pets then we had a cat named schnapps she was super bitch but super cool If you're asking about like names you call your significant other then I guess idk the classic babe/baby are nice also sugar idk no one calls me anything other than my name lol10. What do you think love is? -something very complicated and different for everyone11.When did you discover your favorite band?-F U C K I was 13 and playing rockband with @sectumsemprasshole and we played 'wanted dead or alive' by Bon Jovi and fell in love instantly 12. Do you want to get married?-sure I do, when I find the right guy *cough cough* josh dun. But I probably wont wanna have a wedding, probs just elope and have a honey moon at disney world tbh13. Do you want to have kids?-I already have a son, his name is silas, it's actually his birthday today!! He's 3! But yea id be down to have more kids14. When did you have your first kiss?-technically my first kiss was in like kindergarten but my serious first kiss I was like 15 15. How did you lose your virginity?-??? Sex ?????16. Have you been cheated on?-YES YES I HAVE IN EVERY RELATIONSHIP I'VE BEEN IN AND ITS THE WORST DONT CHEAT ON PPL ITS THE WORST.17. How many times have you fallen in love, requited or not?-If we're counting like all my fandom loves then heres a list: Johnny Depp (actor)/ Jon bon jovi (bon jovi) / james hetfield (metallica) / remus lupin (harry potter)/ severus snape and or alan rickman (harry potter) / zak bagans (ghost adventures)/ markiplier/ jacksepticeye/ pewdiepie (youtubers) / josh dun (tøp) / tyler joseph (tøp) Real life tho only 218. Have you ever rejected anyone?-I've rejected your typical creepy dude that messages you on FB or something and constantly likes all ur pics thats like "ur so sexy I want u 2 be mine" But otherwise no , ive never seriously rejected anyone 19. Have you ever cheated?*Banging pots and pans together* NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO20. Have you ever been in a long distance relationship?-no, I couldn't do it, I practically need constant physical attention and reassurance, kudos to anyone who CAN do it, you are stronger than I21. Do you prefer the romantic or sexual aspects of relationships?-see im not really a romantic, I feel like I dont know how to react to romance or honestly sexual situations soooo im pretty much a lost cause but I guess I prefer the romantic 22. What’s your favorite thing about your significant other?-he lets me be myself and thinks all the stupid shit I like/do is cute and hes very supportive of my art and drumming (hes also a drummer) and he just wants the best for me and he loves my son even though hes not his kid23. Do you have a significant other?-YAAAASSSS24. What’s your favorite thing about your best friend?-let me tell you something about my bestfriends I was born with a twin sister her name was amani she was my bestfriend since birth we were absolutely inseperable about a year ago she decided the whole "she" thing wasn't gunna work so we knocked the "S" off "She" and now I have a twin brother! And his name is Kane and we are still absolutely inseparable and I will always love and support him through anything @sectumsemprasshole 💗💗💗💗My other best friend is also a guy his name is avery and in junior year of high school he came out as gay (me and kane always sort of knew but never asked him cuz that's fucking rude) and I love and support anything he decides to do as wellThey both make me laugh and are very strong willed people, both have attempted suicide , both have self harmed (as have I) both have been there for me with my issues (depression/anxiety/ED) and I love them both for being here and for loving me.25. Do you want a significant other?-have one huntyyy26. Do you like anyone?-yeah I like a lot of people including all of you lovely people27. Who was the last person you loved?-My boyfriend28. Do you have a celebrity crush?-letssssss not talk about it :))))) I have too many and I am suffering29. Name a song that makes you want to fall in love-Trees by twenty one pilots -born to be my baby by Bon Jovi30. Do you think you’ll be happy later in life?- fuck I hope so. We all hope so

[deadgaywaitress]

hamilton ; act i - plot explained

so this beautiful piece of art starts w everybody singing ab, you guessed it, a. ham. (alexander hamilton)

after they're done w all that, hamilton is looking for a. burr who basically tells hamilton to shut up and look pretty but ham is a lil slow on this concept. (aaron burr, sir) hamilton meets his boyf j. laurens, some french dude lafayette, + some guy who fucks horses herc mulligan. ham shows off to them ab how he doesn't shut up. (my shot) the bros all chat ab how they'll be bros forever. (the story of tonight) then we meet a few rich gals, angelica, eliza, + peggy. (the schuyler sisters)

so there's this dude sam seabury who fuckin h a t e s the american rev & ham is like 'u r super dumb & wrong.' (farmer refuted) king george iii sings a breakup song to usa. (you'll be back)

ham, burr & their bros join this army & while the army skrts from nyc, g. washington is like 'hot damn i have no friends' & ham swerves on in all like 'I AM HERE' & then they became bffs. (right hand man)

ok so those ladies from earlier, their daddy philip is throwin a rager & ham wants to get his dick wet w a schuyler kiddo. (a winter's ball) angie introduces eliza to ham & eliza is all heart eyes at him & it is so frickin cute & they get married. (helpless) BUT angie also wants to get her dick wet w alex but she's not gonna tell him bc her sis is a ray of sunshine & she wouldn't break her heart like that. (satisfied) the bro squad is gettin wasted after the wedding & burr tells ham he's fucking this sweetie theodosia who's married to a b r i t i s h officer !!! (the story of tonight reprise) ham supports burr like a good "friend" & tells burr to tell ppl ab it. but burr decides to avoid his problems & be a pussy. (wait for it)

ok so now the revolution is happening and big chillin and hamilton reeeaaaaaaaalllly wants to be put in command but washington reeeaaaaaaaalllly doesn't give a fuck and promotes this fella charles lee which was such a goof for him bc in the battle of monmouth lee literally does the exact opposite of what washington said to. so washington is all like 'hm since ur fired if only there was someone else who wanted to be in command. oh yes i know!! lafayette has been h*ckin wanting to do this!!' so lee just talks mad shit ab washington. (stay alive) so at this point alex is a lil feisty but doesn't wanna do anything his daddy george says not to. instead alex's boyf laurens duels lee & ham is laurens' 2nd while the ever loyal burr is lee's 2nd. laurens fucks up lee a lil bit & is all good w that. (ten duel commandments) washington is pissed ab all that so he kicks ham out. (meet me inside) so ham goes home and eliza is preggers!!! ham is a lil insecure that eliza will leave him n shit but she's a sweetie and reassures him. (that would be enough)

lafayette being the baguette he is gets france to help out the us. he raps super fast & makes everybody even more in love w him. he and washington realize they need our mans alex to go thru w their plan for yorktown so washington lets alex be in command!! (guns and ships) ALRIGHT so it's the night of the battle washington is talking to his son alex & tells him to not fuck up. (history has its eyes on you) the army WON after fighting for a bit bc the british surrender !!!! (yorktown) now king georgey is confused on wtf is happening. (what comes next)

a lil bit after the battle, eliza has bby philip and alex and burr also has a bby named theodosia and they sing a cute lil lullaby ab it. (dear theodosia) ready to cry kiddos ???? good. alex gets a letter saying that his boyfriend laurens was killed in a stupid fucking dumb battle. alex is really torn up about this and just doesn't stop writing shit. (tomorrow they'll be more of us) now we're getting into a big banger. alex and aaron are both going back to nyc cause they wanna be lawyers. burr is jealous of alex as all hell and alex gets chosen for the constitutional convention !!!! ok so alex and these guys john jay and james madison got together to write the federalist papers. they were gonna write 25 essays. john jay got sick after writing five. james madison wrote 29. hamilton wrote the other FIFTY-ONE!! good old angelica says that she's getting married to this dude she doesn't rlly like & she's moving to london. president washington gets alex to be treasury secretary but eliza is not a fan of that. (non-stop) END OF ACT ONE FELLAS!!!

#hamilton #lmk if you like this!! #act 2 will be up soon #theatre #act one #alexander hamilton #plot explained

[gxldentrio]

Young, Living With No Fear

Summary: ‘I’m egging your house for a dare but your parent is a cop and they’re yelling at me so i told them that you were my ex and you wronged me and now you’re coming outside and please go along with this i don’t want to go to jail’ AU

Word count: ~2.6k words

A/N: I’m two thousand percent sure that I’m not going to be able to have another fic out by the time Nai’s birthday rolls around, so consider this an early birthday present. @hiddenpolkadots i love you above all else and thank you for making me ship things i know 0 about. (And once again, thank you to @yulbos for editing this for me ilu)

FFN / AO3

“Fucking asshole—“ Lily mutters to herself. It’s cold, and she’s pissed, and to top it all off she left her cardigan back at Mary’s and now all she has is a stupid, half-empty carton of medium-sized eggs.

If Lily were sober, she’d probably think twice before throwing eggs around in the middle of the night, but she’s already had a few shots of vodka too many. Besides, it’s Snape, so it’s not as though what she’s doing is actually wrong. She’s not an animal. Most of the time.

Except, when the door opens, the face that greets her isn’t Eileen Prince’s familiar one. No, this one belongs to a man, tall and built like a fortress, and Lily swears she’s seen him before. She hears Dorcas’ soft murmuring and it’s only when she makes out a few ‘shit’s and ‘bugger’s that Lily finally recognizes the man as the police officer who arrested Mulciber back in March.

“What’s going on here?” he says, his booming voice knocking the wind out of Lily’s lungs. She’s scrambling—ha!—to find a solution when an idea pops into her brain.

If she’s not mistaken—and Lily really hopes she isn’t—she remembers him having a son, about her age.

“Good evening, sir.”

“What are you doing?”

“I’m really, really sorry,” she starts, “it’s just that, well, this is a bit embarrassing, isn’t it?”

Mr.—Potter, was it?—runs his fingers through his already thinning hair and gives her a pointed look, as if to say ‘Get on with it.’ She’s grateful he hasn’t busted out the police-card yet.

And so, before he gets the chance to do it, Lily blabbers on, “I used to date your son? He sort of, you know—“ it’s a mess, and Lily’s got no idea where she’s going with this, but suddenly the front door’s opening and, oh my god, what is he doing here?

“Dad?” James, from her Mathematics class calls out. Of fucking course. “Is everything all right?”

“Everything’s fine, you can go back inside,” Mr. Potter replies, and with a shrug of his shoulders, James turns around. Lily lets out a breath, but then Mr. Potter’s eyes light up, and he says, “actually, James, could you come here?”

The 6-foot-something boy trudges over to them. “’Hello, Evans. What’s up, dad?” he says, nonchalant, as though he hadn’t recognized her fire red hair.

“Miss Evans here,” Mr. Potter begins, “was just telling me that you two dated.” James’ eyes practically bulge out of their sockets, and Lily’s cheeks are so warm she feels like she’s about to pass out. “How come you’ve never mentioned it?”

Lily widens her eyes at James, silently pleading with him to just go along with it, but not really expecting him to. Except he totally does.

“I was embarrassed,” he states, and Lily is sort of offended, the fact that he’s pretty much saving her arse notwithstanding. Judging by the smirk on his face, he seems to notice it, and adds, “, it’s just that I—uh, cheated on her. With her cousin.”

“For the love of God, James,” Mr. Potter mutters, “we raised you better than this. What will your mother say?”

Lily notices the way James’ cheeks darken slightly, and the way his Adam’s apple bobs in his throat. “That the least we can do is offer her some tea? I mean, it’s one in the morning, but I’ve clearly caused her irreparable emotional damage and so I feel like we owe it to her.”

Mr. Potter glances at his son and sighs. . Then, turning to Lily, he adds with a shrug of his shoulders, “I’m sorry my son is a such disgrace. Do you want to come in for a second?”

She’s still too dumbstruck for words, so she simply nods and follows the two of them inside.

The house is warm and inviting, but not too hot, which is a nice change from the scorching weather outside. The walls are tastefully decorated, and just from the get-go, Lily can spot at least three different house plants.

“So, Lily, what motivated you to resort to eggs? That’s pretty old-school, isn’t it?”

“I am so sorry about that, Mr. Potter—“

“Please, call me Fleamont.”

“Right,” Lily laughs uncomfortably, “you see, the thing is, I was dared. And you know how dares go…”

She feels her phone buzzing in her pocket, and when she unlocks it, there are three unread messages in the groupchat.

01:23 a.m.

Mary Christmas: Oh my god, Lily, Dorcas just told me

Dork-ass: has he skinned u alive yet???

Dork-ass: I’ll take ur silence as a yes. still cant believe u went inside tho

Lily promptly texts back.

Orchid: yes we all knew I have a death wish

Orchid: txt later go home + sleep

Dork-ass: ok mother

“I’m sorry, you were saying?”

“You know, Lily,” Mr. Pot—Fleamont starts. “You remind me of myself when I was your age.”

James coughs.

“Oh?”

“Yes. Euphemia’s dad also found me egging her house one time. Except, you know, she hadn’t cheated on me,” he adds, side-eyeing James.

“Come on, dad.”

“You’ve made your bed, son,” Fleamont replies, clapping his hand on James’ right shoulder. “It’s time you lay down in it.”

–

02.09 a.m.

Orchid: ok but like

Orchid: james potter’s dad is the /best at throwing shade?? I suddenly feel the need to name my firstborn after him?

Dork-ass: ???

Orchid: so deadass he comes to talk to me and I’m practically shitting my pants because of /course I would be the one to egg a copper’s house, so I panicked and told him I was his son’s ex?? and then potter came outside and actually played along

Mary Christmas: hoe don’t do it

Orchid: and so now mr potter is under the impression his son is a cheater when in fact he’s just really terrible at maths

Mary Christmas: oh my god

Orchid  I think I’m in love

Dork-ass-. Of course, out of the three of us you’d be the one getting a sugar daddy

Orchid: don’t be an ass dorc

Orchid: oh wait

–

She gets home impossibly late, but since it is the summer holidays, Lily doesn’t feel that guilty about waking up at two o’clock the next day. And, all right, that means so far her mother has had to put up with Vernon and Petunia by herself, but Lily reckons it was about time she took one for the team.

She gets out of bed, a grin dancing on her lips, and heads for the shower.

It’s about a half past three in the afternoon when she finally emerges from the bathroom, hangover-free.

“Oh goodness, Vernon, why is she like this?” shrills Petunia, so loud that the thumping in Lily’s head comes back.

In response, Lily simply rolls her eyes, shoots her sister a snappy ‘good morning, sister dearest’ and after pecking her mother on the cheek, heads out the door.

It’s sunny out, and Lily quickly regrets having skipped through the sun cream-applying part of her routine. She blares Gasolina through her earphones—courtesy of Sirius Black from Economics, of course—and before she knows it, she’s at her favourite coffee shop.

The whole scene is drawn in heavy lines and brown undertones, and the barista—Frank—is about to give Lily her iced coffee when she feels muscular arms around her shoulders.

She doesn’t really know how she recognizes him, but the fact is that she does; maybe it’s because he’s wearing the same cologne from last night. Maybe it��s because there’s someone up above who likes playing tricks on her, but either way, it makes Lily feel sort of giddy inside.

Um. Interesting.

“What do you want, Potter?” she asks, slowly removing his arm from around her shoulders and thanking Frank for his patience.

“Now, Evans, that isn’t a very nice way of greeting your ex-boyfriend.”

“You’re not my ex-boyfriend.”

“That’s not what you told my dad, was it?” he asks with curious eyes, and a smirk that makes Lily feel some kind of way.

“Look,” she starts, placing the plastic cup on a nearby table and adjusting the strap of her bag. “I was pretty fucking drunk, okay? And then, I dunno, Dorcas and Mary dared me to go egg Snape’s house but I clearly got things mixed up and ended up at yours instead.”

“Where does the ex-boyfriend it come in? I fail to see the correlation.”

“First of all, don’t sass me. And secondly, your dad’s a copper. So yeah. It was either that or go to jail.”

“Jesus Christ, Evans,” James chuckles, running a hand through his messy hair, “my dad wasn’t going to arrest you.”

Suddenly, Lily’s cheeks warm up. “He could have,” she mutters. “Thank you, by the way. For going along with it.”

“It’s no big deal,” he brushes off. “It would be my absolute pleasure to be your ex-boyfriend.”

“Aren’t you a charmer,” she replies, rolling her eyes. “You going anywhere?”

“Not really? I don’t think so, at least. I mean, Sirius has this family thing and Peter is out of town.”

“Remus, then?”

“He’s sick. You know how he gets with allergies.”

–

05.39 p.m.

Orchid: are any of u @ Regent’s park atm?

Mary Christmas: not really, Dorky and I are at the movies, why?

Dork-ass: don’t ever call me that again

Orchid: 1) without me?? umm rUDE

Orchid: 2) cool stay there

Dork-ass: Lily

Mary Christmas: you do know that now we absolutely /have to come, don’t you?

Mary Christmas: and I was enjoying the film as well

Dork-ass: give us 12 and a half minutes

Orchid: specific

Orchid: also unnecessary

“So, Mary and Dorcas are coming over in about fifteen minutes,” Lily starts, releasing her red hair from the black rubber band. “Which gives us approximately ten minutes to find another location.”

“What,” he jokes, “are you embarrassed of me?”

“Surprisingly not. Shocking, I know.”

“You think you’re funny.”

“I’m hilarious.”

–

09.08 p.m.

Dork-ass: were you on a date with james potter?

Orchid: ????

Orchid: define date

Mary Christmas: !!!!!

Mary Christmas: lily!!!

Orchid: yes, mary dear?

Dork-ass: oh my god

Dork-ass: you’re such a /meme

Orchid: here come dat boi shit waddup

–

It takes them two whole hours before they make plans to hang out again. After some squabbling and food preference related arguments—Lily is team pineapple pizza, while James is decidedly against it—the two of them settle on going to the cinema and checking out the new Spiderman film.

Lily isn’t really sure if it counts as a date, but for her own sanity’s sake, she’s taking it as a yes.

There’s a flower blooming in her chest, and Lily reckons it’s probably going to be a little weird for him to explain to his dad that he’s made plans to hang out with his ex, (who he cheated on with a family member and who was caught throwing protein goods at his rose-tinted windows), but he called her a ‘pineapple-munching-fuck’ before and so she doesn’t really care.

Soon, the films turn into walks in the park, which end up more than once in water balloon fights. It’s hot out, and they’ve got no classes to worry about, and everything is blissful ignorance for the pair of them. Friendly waves make way for one-armed hugs, and casual touches turn into lingering ones.

Their nights end up with personality quizzes and wine passing back and forth, and Lily is certain she saw Sirius and Mary snogging once or twice, but the point is, they are happy and they are free.

Her sister is getting married to Vernon Dursley and she asked Potter to go as her plus-one—on the condition that he somehow finds a way to manage that awful hair, of course.

(Lily doesn’t actually dislike his hair; In fact, she’s quite enamoured with it, which is dangerous and makes her want to rip all the skin from off her bones and run her thin fingers through the dark locks. She’s pretty sure she’s dreamed about it a couple of times now.)

She’s wearing a canary-yellow dress, and strappy white heels she knows won’t stand a chance against all the alcohol she plans on consuming.

He picks her up in a dashing black-tie outfit and Lily swears it knocks the wind out of her, because in her humble opinion, it should be illegal to look this good. She’s almost tempted to feel inadequate, but when she notices the way Potter’s eyes lighten up as soon as he sees her, the way his shoulders straighten and his cheeks perk up, staring at her like she’s some sort of goddess, she smiles.

“Potter?” she asks, the butterflies in her stomach flopping about like they’re on five cups of coffee.

“Yes?”

“Care to be promoted?”

“What d’you mean?”

“You know, from ex-boyfriend to current boyfriend.”

James stills, mouth slightly agape as Lily continues, “I mean, I reckon that means coming clean to your dad about the whole egg thing, but I guess that’s a risk I’m willing to take?”

Then, so slowly it almost feels like slow-motion, a smirk stretches across James’ lips and he says, “Evans, you’re so fucking ridiculous.”

“Well, we’d already established that, but thanks.” He’s still grinning like an idiot when Lily adds,” well, you’re not very good at this, are you? A cute girl practically proposes and you don’t even answer—“

She’s cut off by his lips, which James is happy to press against hers. The whole thing is a mess, to be perfectly honest, because the both of them are way too busy laughing to properly kiss each other, but Lily wouldn’t really have it any other way.

In the end, they get to the ceremony twenty minutes late, Vernon forgets his vows two thirds of the way in, Petunia swears one day she’ll have Lily burnt off the metaphorical family tree and Uncle Geoff tries to get it on with the catering lady who looks about twenty years too young for him. It’s all good though.

During the reception, everyone stuffs themselves with cake—which is a lemon sponge with white chocolate frosting—and overdoes it on the champagne.

Petunia, slightly more tipsy than she’d ever admit, lets her know just how happy she is to have her sister there, and Lily can almost see the sarcasm oozing from Petunia’s lips. She feels something tug at her heartstrings, and Lily is pretty sure it’s love, and the pain of being surpassed. It’s especially hard this time, because now Petunia’s part of a different family, and Lily knows it won’t take her sister long before she forgets all about her.

She feels Potter pulling her closer to him and nuzzles her face on his chest. Her body, cold and blue before, is now a portrait painted in technicolour.

Lily isn’t really sure how any of it happened, how she tiptoed her way into finding her home away from home, her best friend, the companion to all of her craziest adventures. When she’s with him, she feels invincible, like she can do anything and there isn’t anything holding her back.

And so, Lily reckons she may not have a sister anymore, but she has the warmth of the sun, and James Potter at her side. And that’s enough.

#jily #jily fic #hp #marauders era #fyeahjamesandlily #hiddenpolkadots #fetchalgernon #yulbos #bantasticbeasts #ravnclaws #prongsno #snapslikethis #padfootdidit #mine #my writing #txt

[take-the-opporchancity]

All 70 questions

01: Do you have a good relationship with your parents? Eh.. sorta but not really like I love them buttttttt they are assholes02: Who did you last say “I love you” to? I think my sister in law03: Do you regret anything? A lot of things but I'm here and??? Ye idk04: Are you insecure? Hell ye05: What is your relationship status? I am in a relationship with the best human ever honestly06: How do you want to die? Woah. Getting deep only 6 in. Um. Prefferably painlessly? But also maybe in a really cool way??07: What did you last eat? I last ate my break at work 08: Played any sports? I played netball for a bit? But ew09: Do you bite your nails? Yes when I'm v anxious or get super stressed about stuff 10: When was your last physical fight? I have never physically fought anyone? But I've split a dudes head open because he was really annoying me but that was when i was 7??? 11: Do you like someone? Uh.. yes it's morgan And I really like them!12: Have you ever stayed up 48 hours? Yes it was the worst I've stayed up 72 hours and I died13: Do you hate anyone at the moment? Just my brain. Everyone else I "hate" I don't hate hate j just reallllllly dislike them with a passion (that's hate isn't it oh shit)14: Do you miss someone? My little sister she's too far15: Have any pets? I got Izzy and Bob and Bruce and selena and Morgan and Nigel and Steve  and back home I got ziggy and hope and Molly and Rocky and jaba16: How exactly are you feeling at the moment? Sleepy and a little sick? Idk my throat hurts17: Ever made out in the bathroom? I think maybe???? 18: Are you scared of spiders? Yes but no but hell yes19: Would you go back in time if you were given the chance? Eh probably but again it would change everything and idk if I'd want that like I wish everything else happened but a couple of things djdnt?? But then butterfly effect can't change stuff without changing everything 20: Where was the last place you snogged someone? Snogged? Wow um my bed? 21: What are your plans for this weekend? To hug my gf (giant frog)22: Do you want to have kids? How many? 0. Or 500 dogs 23: Do you have piercings? How many? I got 0 in just now but I have had 7 piercings all together!24: What is/are/were your best subject(s)? Biology and art and I was really good at physics but I hated it???25: Do you miss anyone from your past? Not particularly 26: What are you craving right now?hugsssss27: Have you ever broken someone’s heart? Yes but.. I needed to in order to not keep hurting my self by staying in a v toxic situation?28: Have you ever been cheated on? Yep29: Have you made a boyfriend/girlfriend cry? Yep. 30: What’s irritating you right now? My brain 31: Does somebody love you? Idk? 32: What is your favourite color? Ughhh I have to pick one? Like all the colours? Rainbow! Shiny!????33: Do you have trust issues? Lol Yes34: Who/what was your last dream about? Um it was really weird but I can't  remember!35: Who was the last person you cried in front of? Morgan!36: Do you give out second chances too easily? Most definitley but.. I just believe people can change.37: Is it easier to forgive or forget? Forgive forgetting is difficult 38: Is this year the best year of your life? ??? It's still got time to get better!39: How old were you when you had your first kiss? This is v embarrassing but 19!40: Have you ever walked outside completely naked? Noooooooooooooo51: Favourite food? Pasta! Honestly any pasta I'm down 52: Do you believe everything happens for a reason? Yeah but like idkkkkk.??53: What is the last thing you did before you went to bed last night? Walked morgan to the bus stop54: Is cheating ever okay? Not really no.. but there are situations where it's understandable because someone's stuck in a reallllllly toxic situation... and everyone has reasons I guess idk I just don't think it's an okay thing to be doing honestly 55: Are you mean? Yessss 56: How many people have you fist fought? 0 57: Do you believe in true love? Yes??? Idk? This seems weirdly worded58: Favourite weather? Rainnnnnnnnnn! 59: Do you like the snow? Yes60: Do you wanna get married?probably! 61: Is it cute when a boy/girl calls you baby? I'm indifferent? Like it depends?????? If its just random and idk u then helllllllll.no get away62: What makes you happy? Orcas! And morgan! And rainbows and nature and fish's! And hugs!63: Would you change your name? Idk I kinda grew to like my.name? 64: Would it be hard to kiss the last person you kissed? Hell no!65: Your best friend of the opposite sex likes you, what do you do? Be like uh m8 I'm gay ur gay? Why u joking also I have an amazing gf  (giant fish) get away from me?66: Do you have a friend of the opposite sex who you can act your complete self around? Noooo67: Who was the last person of the opposite sex you talked to? Uhhhhh James from work? Maybe idk..68: Who’s the last person you had a deep conversation with? Morgan probably 69: Do you believe in soulmates? Yes but not like just in a romantic way? Like I feel it's more of a best friend thing?70: Is there anyone you would die for? Rachel and any animal ever and probably morgan if I had to! So.many but I'm like why not! Thanksss

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UR WRITING A BOOK OMG TELL ME ABOUT BOOK I WANNA KNOW WHAT THE CHARACTERS ARE LIKE, WHERE IT TAKES PLACE, TELL ME ANYTHING

AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH it’s not letting me put in a read more rip followers you’ll have to be forced to read it now.

okay so im simultaneously writing two books rn actually, both in the same series about the same boy but when i get tired of writing one i write the other. One takes place in 2008 and the second in 2017. I’ll include pics if anyone wants but anyway. The main book (im about 30 pages in) takes place in 2017. It’s about Noah Williams, a gay man who runs a church that is meant for LGBT+ folks to express themselves but be in the closet. Like a safe space but it also is an actual church for lgbt+ people! The main plotline is that like ¼th into the book, someone discovers it and nasty people try to shut it down, and it causes the city (and maybe the country if im daring) a lot of discourse. Like protests and pride marches and all that. Side plots include: 1.Noah’s hockey boyfriend (cause I’m a hockey ho. Post about his boyfriend here: http://itsyourboykent.tumblr.com/post/161876525588/tell-me-about-the-tanner-honestl-yi-love 2. his awkward new friendship with his ex boyfriend, his wife, and his kid, who recently moved back in town.3. Noah’s character development in becoming a more mature and balenced person, because let’s be real, he is one hot mess!!

The other book that takes place in 2008 is the prequel. I’m 150 pages into that rn so I’m close to being done with it. I don’t want them to be massive books, I want them to be easy (but pretty nsfw) reads. The prequel is about Noah’s life before all of the safe space stuff. He was raised in a gross homophobic house. Take the idea behind Rapunzel and her “mom” in Tangled but it being about being gay. Noah never learned to have proper friendships and relationships. It’s him learning actions have consequences, him overcoming his insecurities and warming up to his sexuality, but it’s mainly about the relationships he forms and breaks. Characters (i wont go too deep)Noah Williams: 28 in the main book, you know enough about him.Patrick Anderson: a bisexual southern boy. His mother is filipino and his father is from georgia. His nickname is literally Sunshine boy because he’s a ball of happiness. (spoilers) but him and Noah date for a majority of the prequel, but Noah cheats on him and they break up. He then gets with Zoe and they have a baby. Studying to become an accountant Marco Pilco: pansexual non-binary angel. Okay they’re not an angel per-se. They came to America with their sister, Zoe, from Ecuador. They were bullied as a child because of their gender and it lead them to be very outgoing but also accepting. Forgives easily although they don’t want to admit it. They are the person that Noah has an affair with. Zoe Pilco/Anderson: Marco’s also pansexual sister. They came to America so that she could go to college. Zoe ends up going to the same college with Patrick in PA. She does NOT forgive easily at all. In fact, it’s so bad she loses all contact with her sibling because of the fact they hurt her best friend so badly. After that, she ends up falling in love with Patrick and during the 10 year break, they have a baby. They move back to Providence in the beginning of the main book.Leslie James: Shes a lesbian! She dates Zoe for a short while in the prequel but they realize it was kind of forced so they break it off. Noah/Leslie are each other’s beards, even though they’re super best friends. She knows Noah the best, despite what Patrick insists. Anyway. She was raised to have low self esteem. She was raised to hate her natural hair and to hate the fact she’s a lesbian. So in return, she tries to help other people because she wants everyone else to feel better. She’s also very very feminine. In the main book she wears pink lipstick and sundresses a lot!Tanner, see link above. Anna (I dont have a last name for her yet….it’ll be James eventually): she’s only in the main book. She’s Leslie’s girlfriend! They meet at the beauty store because Leslie is dying her hair and Anna offers to dye it for her. She works at the tattoo parlor. I haven’t developed her character too too much yet.

If anyone wants to read it, lmk. I can share my docs w/ you!

#my OCs

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hello !! i’m katie and i’ve been trying to find a home for my baby warren (wren !!) and i think i’ve found it here !! i’m v excited for this, so under the cut is a little about wren and some wanted connections !!

*:･ﾟ✧ ( louis tomlinson & he/him/his. ) - have you met ( warren vanderbilt )? the ( twenty two ) year old that gossip girl usually calls the ( opulent ). i heard they’re usually ( superficial and reserved ), but after a few drinks, i guess they can be ( alluring and easy going ). they’re desperate that gossip girl doesn’t find out about ( his girlfriend is a coverup for his sexuality ), though that’s just the tip of the iceberg around here. ( katie, 20, cst, she/her/hers. )

( if you go thru the accepted tag and see his Big Secret, pls pretend like you didn’t.... i’m tired ok) THIS IS LONG BUT I DONT KNOW HOW TO NOT TALK FOREVER SO..... hi

ANYWAY SO wren wren wren his full name is warren ezra vanderbilt and he is Smol but he won’t admit it and he won’t let any of u know ! except he doesn’t have to say anything. he just exists that way

he comes from a very very very wealthy background

his father owns an architecture business that started in london england, but they moved to brooklyn, new york when he was 6 (his mum was from london) and his dad’s business transferred with them so he has businesses across the US and back in london tht he oversees

warren works for him as a social media representative (i.e. he posts pictures of the houses and buildings and gets promotion and he does some of the marketing as well)

he has 2 siblings, one older than him and one younger (and i’d name them but i’m gonna submit a WC so,,,)

fun fact that everyone in his family knows about but no one says anything about: his youngest sisters is from his father’s affair

they got away with it by saying the family had to travel back to london for a year (i.e. wren & his older sister were forced to do online school while they hid away in london with his mum, dad, and dad’s mistress so they could pretend it was mum’s baby) they paid the woman a lot a lot a lot of money to keep her mouth shut and the family adopted the youngest sister and they just don’t speak to the other lady anymore

he is VERY very very closeted like, he has a fake girlfriend to try to convince his parents he’s not straight. they’ve questioned him before and threatened him with therapy (his dad, not so much his mum) so he just..... keeps it a secret

the girlfriend knows it’s a coverup (maybe he’s a coverup for her, too ??)

he’s had secret boyfriends of course and his closest friends know but he is very very afraid to tell ppl in fear of it getting back to his dad

he was obviously..... very well off ?? with his dad being a business man so he never missed out on extracurriculars or anything like he played football and piano and he is actually going to colelge (fully paid for) for public relations and a minor in music and literature

HE LIKES TO PARTY but on the downlow like won’t get smashed in public all the time but likes to go have fun and definitely gets high and wasted in his apartment

and.... he’s a sweet baby and he’s very very....... Smol.... Little Spoon..

BUT HE IS SUPER SUPER..... like he doesn’t talk abt himself unless you’re close with him bcuz he doesn’t want ppl to find out abt his sexuality bcuz the more ppl who know the better of a chance his dad will find out. so he’s v v v reserved and if ur really really close with him, then ur probably really really special too

HERE ARE SOME WANTED CONNECTIONS !!

F R I E N D S H I P ;

BEST FRIENDS –– obviously he can have more than one best friend so these are probably the people who know about his sexuality. they probably hang out all the time and they’re just like..... best friends you know how that goes he tells them everything and he’s been in NY for 16 years so.... lifelong friends can be a thing too delilah

HIS PERSON –– his Best Best Best friend. like they’re basically married and they love each other so much and they’ve been through it all together. they know everything about him and maybe even know that his sister is from an affair ?? like he trusts this person with his whole heart stella st. james

EX BEST FRIENDS –– we could figure out why they’re not friends anymore but maybe they both knew everything about each other and so they like.... trust that the other person won’t tell their secrets and maybe like we can have them become friends again or not i dont mind angst is fun aurora garnier

ENEMIES TO FRIENDS –– ppl who just absolutely hated each other so much that it was almost hysterical and are now really good friends and make fun of how much they hated each other

PARTYING PAL –– wren likes 2 get fucked up lowkey esp at his house so like.... this can be anyone

FRIENDS WITH BENEFITS –– u know what this is. this also has to be a male identifying person bc.... well. this is also going under romantic

R O M A N T I C ;

SECRET BOYFRIEND / CRUSH –– ee !! cute boys sneaking around kissing and doing nice things for each other and everyone just thinks they’re best friends but really they like 2 kiss each other’s faces. i don’t like to really plot out established relationships but like..... i would do it for this and we could always start at them being Fond and not being together that way 2 make sure there’s even Chemistry

COVERUP GIRLFRIEND –– OOO SURPRISE SHE’S GAY TOO !! maybe. that’s up to u or she just needs publicity from his rich ass family either way they’re prob friends and they’re not bitter or anything toward each other they really like each other as ppl but it sucks because they don’t really like the situation but at least they like the other person ??

EX BOYFRIEND –– UM ANGST IDK THAT’S ALL i just like angst and sad stuff and like drunk calling each other and... ya

FRIENDS WITH BENEFITS –– u know what this is. this also has to be a male identifying person bc.... well. this is also going under romantic

HOOKUP –– same thing as fwb except maybe it was just once and not all the time ?? phillip nelson

O T H E R ;

STUDY PARTNERS –– he goes 2 school and is at school a lot so maybe they get lunch and study and have a class or 2 together

ROOMMATES !!!! –– they probably need 2 be ok with drinking and weed but like... other than that wren is chill. he has friends and his siblings over a lot and probably hookups too but he’s clean and he cooks and he will play you piano and bring you home ice cream on bad days

#xoxo.intro #i need 2 do my tags so for now #ooc.