#and now it's like everyone wants to pretend these nice boys with tons of fangirls and more money than i'll see in my lifetime

[mermaidsirennikita]

omg peak jude law would've been so hot as st vincent

Thank yooou. I've told many people this and they're like "what are you talking about" and here's my thing: a lot of these reeeeally popular romance novels, especially historicals, were written like 10+ years ago and written by women who are older than than a lot of their young readers, and they have *different standards*.... *better standards*, some would say.... There are very few people who are writing romance novels with Timothee Chalamet and Tom Holland in mind, is what I'm saying.

I see Sam Claflin recommended a lot for St. Vincent and a) I personally find him attractive only in very specific situations and that cannot stand and b) I just do not think Sam Claflin has the SAUCE for St. Vincent.

When I think of a man who gives off vibes that are so, so slutty... Vibes that say "I will fuck you and never call you but you'll be okay with it".... Vibes that say "I cannot win a fight, but I will bone your girlfriend and hopefully make it out the window"... Vibes that say "I am completely broke but you'll let me stay on your mom's phone plan..."

That is Peak Jude Law. He is hot in a lean way, he gives "great conversationalist, absolute fuckboy", WE KNOW HE IS because he FUCKED THE NANNY and Sienna Miller, God bless her, WENT BACK FOR MORE???

And even the nanny was like "no ragrets" about it.

Here's the thing, too. Everyone knew Jude was a dog. (And let us be real, he probably still is, but he was incredible in The Young Pope so I'll allow it.) Everyone knew! There was no sense of "oh Jude Law is actually just a nice boy you bring home to Mom" like these guys today try to sell to the media. NO!!!! We were like "Jude Law is a fucking slut and we're living for it. Who will he bone next?"

Like, he wasn't breaking any laws (.... that I know of). He was just spreading his seed across the land, and probably still does. Why does everyone think he was so hot in The Holiday? Do people hONESTLY think a NON-SLUTTY MAN could play that role??? FOR REAL. FOR REAL FOR REAL. "I am daddy" give me a fucking break.

See: Hugh Grant playing Hugh Grant as Daniel Cleaver in Bridget Jones's Diary. I'm not even attracted to Hugh Grant like that. But I do miss that moment in time when we were like "slutty is as slutty does". Of course, there were obviously misogyny issues because women couldn't do that and you know general other issues, I'm sure Jude has given many an STI, but I'm not talking who he is as a person, I am talking his image at his height, and that is. The Vibe. For Sebastian St. Vincent.

[haikyu-hoe]

Group Project

Oikawa Tooru x reader

one shot, fluff

Hope you guys enjoy this, I appreciate any feedback!! Dm for requests xx

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You part ways with your friends in the corridor, since you have Social studies and they have History first. So unlucky that you got separated! Especially for a class where there’s always group projects. You miss working with your best friend Amy so much! You guys always had so much fun and got good grades.

You sit down at the back of the class, so you can look out the window if it gets too boring. Just as you were thinking about how it’s unfair that all your friends are together for your last year except you, the teacher announces a group project... with imposed teammates.

You wait for her to name you and reveal your partner, hoping it’s not that dumb boy Yuki or Mina, that girl is so mean!

“Y/k and Oikawa Tooru, Sakura and...”, says the teacher. You turn your head to see Oikawa smirking at you. This is definitely worse than Yuki or Mina.

Oikawa is mostly known for being an amazing volleyball player (he’s not the captain for nothing), and apparently does amazing services. But he also has a ton of fangirls because of his good looks, making him the biggest fuckboy in the whole school, maybe even the whole prefecture.

He’s definitely not going to work on this project, busy flirting and hooking up with a different shallow girl each night. Guess you’ll have to do it alone. You just hope he won’t bother you too much...

Once the teacher is done calling the teams, everyone sits down besides their partner.

“Oi, y/k!!!”, says an overly excited voice beside you. Oikawa is smiling at you at the desk on your right, even waving.

“hey, Oikawa. Let’s start the project, yeah?”, you reply, unenthusiastic. You’re not about to become one of his fans or anything. How is that guy always so enthusiastic anyways?

To your surprise, he’s actually quite smart and works pretty well throughout the whole period.

“How about we go to my place after school to continue?”, asks Oikawa. This sounds like a bad idea, but refusing you have no excuse to refuse.

“Sure”, you reply, uncertain. Let’s hope you won’t regret this.

He gets out of the classroom, waving frantically and winking at you. Weird guy. You understand why he’s popular though. Hot, smart, talented, extroverted, surprisingly nice. But fangirls? That’s a bit overboard, right?

At lunch, you tell your friends about this weird encounter. They of course get soooo excited, since they think Oikawa is attractive, like most girls at school. If you’re being completely honest, you found him attractive too. But you wouldn’t admit it for a 1000$.

That afternoon, you wait anxiously for the bell to ring, staring at Oikawa across the class. “Dear God, i’m i turning into one of those boot-licking fangirls?”, you think. You sigh and look away. You need to focus on this.

When the bell finally rings, you go to your locker and go wait at the school’s gate. A few minutes you hear “y/k-chann~! you waited! sorry i took so long”, says Oikawa, running up to you. He looks so adorable when he does that closed eyes smile and scratches his neck...

You snap back to reality, since this is stupid anyways. Oikawa is a fuck boy. A serious relationship with him would be impossible, with all those fangirls. Not that you’d be interested.

“it’s fine. But hurry up next time.”, you say, trying to stay annoyed.

“What, you plan on waiting for me often, y/k?”, he says with a smirk. “I wouldnt mind that”, he adds in a flirty tone, leaning close to you.

You blush a bit, but Oikawa doesn’t notice. You just sigh and roll your eyes whispering “idiot”.

Oikawa is quite chatty and keeps the conversation alive for the whole time you’re walking. It’s strangely not so annoying. You normally can’t stand too bubbly people but it’s not the same with him. Realizing what you’re thinking, you shake your head.

Oikawa notices and stops talking, looking at you with concern.

“Everything okay?”, he asks.

“myeah! it’s nothing”, you say with an embarrassed smile.

It’s not like you could’ve told him “I think i’m falling in love with you, but i know you’re just a fuck boy so i’m disappointed with myself”, right?

You arrive a few minutes later, and you sit down on the living room couch besides him but on opposite ends.

“Hey y/k i won’t bite you, you know that?”, he says, brows furrowed. “unless you want me to...”, he adds seductively, raising an eyebrow.

“You really are an idiot”, you say.

You then both worked pretty hard on the project. After two hours, Oikawa brought some snacks and you took a break. You started chitchatting casually.

“You know, you’re smarter than I thought. Here I was thinking that you were one of those boys who’s only strong point is their looks”, you say. You were surprised that Oikawa worked so hard on the project, but for nothing in the world would you compliment him openly.

“Hey! that’s mean, i didn’t assume you were dumb just because you’re pretty!”, he replies, pretending to be offended.

Your cheeks turn pink, and you look away. He thinks you’re... pretty? You change the subject quickly: you start talking about volleyball and such, and the subject of his fangirls eventually comes up.

“How does it feel to be so adored by so many girls? How come you’re still single?”, you ask.

“You just won’t stop roasting me huh!”, he says with a huff. “The truth is I don’t care that much about these girls”, he finishes.

“Then isn’t kinda mean to lead them on? I mean you always hang around them, take their offerings-”

Oikawa cuts you off. “It’s not like that y/k” he says. “They’ll do this no matter how i react, so it’s better if I just accept it”, he explains.

“Wow fame sounds hard”, you reply mockingly. “But seriously... how are you still single? So many girls have a crush on you, and not just at our school.”, you add.

“Well you see, there’s only one girl I want. I won’t settle for anyone else then her.”, he says. His eyes look deeply into yours and you’re forced to look away as you start to feel your cheeks heating up.

“Who? I have to know now!”, you say, as if none of this bothers you.

Oikawa gets closer to you, then leans in to whisper in your ear. His warm breath tickles against your nape.

“It’s you, y/k.”, he says simply.

You blush like mad and you’re about to ask questions but he softly drags a finger along your jawline, to finally lift your chin so you’re looking up into his eyes.

Your mind goes blank as you feel his soft lips crashing onto yours. You kiss back with everything you’ve got and it goes on for what seems like hours yet just a few seconds.

When you pull away from him, you both just stare at each other, at loss for words. Does he really mean this, or are you just another girl he can toy with?

As if he could read your thoughts, Oikawa finally talks. “You know, I’ve only had one serious girlfriend. And serious is a big word... It was in second year and she just wanted to use me to become popular” he sighs. “No girl ever wants to truly want to get to know me. I’m pretty and that’s enough for them.”

“you’re so cocky...”, you huff.

He smirks, while his right hand reaches to stroke the back of your neck. You shiver at the touch, realizing the awful truth. You love him, even if he’s cocky and full of himself. There’s just something irresistible about that smirk and his silk-like voice.

“You know... we didn’t get matched at random. I asked to be with you. Ms. Taikeda couldn’t really refuse, especially when I told her why. She says we’d be cute together you know...”

So this was his plan all along? This boy just keeps getting more interesting. He takes both your hands in his left one, and you get a shiver at how long and precise his fingers are. No wonder he’s the best setter.

“So what do you say? You, me, boyfriend & girlfriend?”, he says, cheeks becoming a pale rosy shade.

“How could I say no...”, you reply.

His face lightens up, like a little kid on his birthday. He’s so cute, you can’t resist but to place another kiss on his lips, who are still hot from the previous kiss.

[time skip]

Oikawa walked you home about 30 minutes later, after an intense making out session. He gave you one last kiss on the forehead and held you in his arms several minutes.

You’re still thinking about all of this, wide awake even if it’s way past midnight. You stare at the ceiling, reliving every second of this wonderful, almost surreal afternoon. Your only fear is that he’ll act as if nothing happened tomorrow. But could someone really be that much of a player? Sounds like a stretch.

The next morning, you take much more time than usual to get ready. Maybe it’s because you have Social Studies today... You apply a one last layer of lip gloss on your lips, grab a jacket, slip your shoes on and leave.

You cross the school’s gate with a big knot in your stomach, walking quickly towards the locker room. But someone wraps their arms around your waist from behind.

You gasp and turn around to see a smiling Oikawa, who quickly pecks your lips.

“Oi- Oikawa wha- what are you doing..?”, you ask, looking around nervously.

He grabs your face so you can only look at him. You stare into his hazel eyes which are sparkling in the morning sun. He smells like Axe deodorant, which is strangely sexy.

“Shhh, others don’t matter honey”, he whispers in your ear, his warm breath tickling your ear.

You try to protest, but he places a finger on your lips. It’s enough to shut you up.

He takes your hand in his and you walk together to the lockers. A small crowd of students points and whispers as you pass by, but Oikawa doesn’t care so you don’t either. You then part ways, but not before a soft, tender kiss.

You go to your morning classes, blushing like mad. Some people whisper around you in the hallways, but it’s not as bad as you expected at all. Maybe people don’t really care, in fact.

At lunch break, you’re about to go sit down with your friends (Oikawa had a volley thing), but a group of fangirl approaches you. You feel extremely nervous, wondering if they’re going to be mad...

“Hi! I’m Emma”, says the first one.

“I’m Yumi, we just came to ask you if you’re dating Oikawa haha”, says another one. They seem pretty... friendly?

“well not exactly...”, you start. You explain what happened yesterday, and the girls look so happy as you go into details.

“Wow that’s amazing!! I totally ship you guys!!”, says another one.

You chat a bit more with them, and they then leave to eat. The fangirls are less dumb and superficial than you thought, which is great.

Your friends go crazy when you tell them everything. Especially Amy, who lightly hits you for not telling her earlier. They all ask so much questions, which you don’t really have answers for. Are you guys really dating?? You, dating Oikawa?

[time skip]

You’re staring out the window. Social Studies was never your cup of tea, to be fair. You kept your grades high, but without so much interest.

You snap out of your daydream when a balled-up paper lands on your desk with a slight thud.

“date with me tonight, coffee shop, 4pm, meet me at school gate”

You turn around to see Oikawa sneakily smirking at you. You smile at him and nod.

The rest of the day seems to go on forever, but it’s all worth it to feel Oikawa embrace you again after the bell. You walk to the coffee shop, teasing each other a bit and holding hands.

You order milkshakes, eat lots of sweets, talk for hours... A perfect evening. You end up holding both his hands, staring endlessly at his sharp jaw, his fluffy hair, his cute nose, his small rosy lips...

“Y/k”, he suddenly says. He looks serious, or at least less in a silly mood than usual.

Your eyes meet, and it feels like gazing into a clearing, with a thousand fireflies. He squeezes your hands, take a breath, and finally says it:

“Will you officially be my girlfriend?”,m

“Ye- yes!!”, you reply, blushing.

He comes sit beside you so he can kiss you with all the passion he’d been saving up until now, a hand on your tigh, the other on your waist. You cup his face, amazed at how soft his pale skin is.

[time skip]

You walk home side by side, both smiling. Is this what love feels like? His hands feels so big around yours, and just hearing his steady footsteps calm you.

He hugs you goodbye, but as he’s about to become out of reach, you grab his wrist. He turns around to face you once more, the moon reflecting in his widened pupils like on a dark lake.

Unsure what you truly wanted to say, you just take a step closer, putting your hands on his chest. You stay like this for what seems like an eternity, yet it’s still too short.

He smirks, and after kissing your forehead, he finally says it:

“I love you, y/k”

~ the end ~

[vivinightingale]

Could you do the main yugioh boys with a rebellious reader and how they first meet said rebellious reader. Either way have a nice day/night :-)

its Rebel time!

Yugi Muto:

Your name was known throughout the whole school. You were always skipping class, never listening to the facility, and you even started your own gang of misfits.

Despite all this however, you still had your own morals. So when you saw two upperclassmen picking on Yugi you knew you had to step in.

This is how your friendship started. You helped him with those jerks, and he treated you to some lunch the next day. 

You two got along pretty well actually. You admired his courage to stand up for what he believed in, and he admired your strength that you use to protect others.

He didn't  mind your rebellious ways, he found it interesting to say the least. He saw past all the rumors of what everyone said about you and saw your true beauty.

He asked you out months later, and never regretted it. Under your tough exterior was someone who was just as soft as he was.

He loves every side of you 

Yami/Atem:

You have been a friend of the group for a long time, you were Introduced by joey and the rest was history.

However unlike your friend Joey you were still rebellious as hell. Always out at night, hanging with your gang, and never really listening to authorities.

As long as you weren't hurting others or causing too much trouble he didn't mind your lifestyle. Everynight before he headed to bed he would call you just to check in with you.

Soon you had more than just a friend feeling for Atem , and he felt the same. It is actually with you two confessing to each other at the same time. It was awkwardly beautiful.

After the two of you got together your gang activities slowed down, but never truly stopped. They were your second family after! There was no way you could just abandon them. Atem understood, but he was still worried about you. He could never stop worrying about you. 

As you both got older your gang activist stopped all together however. You still kept in touch with your small family, but you settled down with Atem 

Even if you decided to keep your lifestyle however he would love you no matter what. As long as he knew you were safe, and in his arms at night.

Joey Wheeler:

You didn’t have the best childhood, and joey knew what that was like better then anyone.So when he noticed you rebelling against the adults he had a feeling he knew why.

At first you thought he was utterly annoying trying “to set you on the right path”, but deep down you knew he was doing it to help you.

in the end the two of you came to this sort of comprise. As long was you weren’t joining gang, and getting into trouble he would leave you and your rebellious ways alone, and thats exactly what you did.

Sometimes Joey would join you in rebellion, and the two of you would have tons of fun skipping classes, and doing whatever you wanted.

When the two of you graduated your rebellious faze has to pass, and with the help of Joey and his friends you felt loved,and like you belonged somewhere.

Yours and joeys friendship grew into a relationship, and after years of being together you eventually had a little family of your own.

and as you held your little one in your arms you promised them you would never let them feel the way you did growing up.

Tristan Taylor:

he was no stranger to rebelling tot hose in charger, i mean he has done it plenty of times before with joey. So when he saw you skipping classes a part of him wanted to join in.

he ended up doing just that. It was one of his cherished memories with you. Skipping classes to go to Kaiba land, and just goof around.

He couldn’t join you every time,but when he did it was always a fun time, but that wasn’t the only time you guys hung out. 

Because you were constantly missing classes, him and his friends ended up helping you catch up so your grads never fell to far.

you ended up becoming friends with his friends, so you started staying in school more just to hang out with them, but you were always back at it you couldnt help yourself.

you guys would still occasionally skip classes just to have time to yourselves, and thats you guys ended up becoming an item, and your get togethers became more likes dates.

he loved this rebellious side of you, and love acting them out with you.

Duke Devlin:

oh are you rebelling? oh him too! look at that!

in all honesty he would probably do it out of boredom. So when he caught sight of you at a manga shop, he felt this need to approach you. from there you two hit it off. 

You guys would sneak away to places where others couldnt find you just to hang out, and not worry about the world.

he was the one who would drag you to his favorite places during school hours. He would even take you to his game shop and show you the game he made.

During one of these said games was when he confessed his feelings for you, when the battle was over he waited for you to say something, and was surprised when you kissed his cheek and told him you would see him tomorrow.

While having dates during school were fun you both wanted to keep up with your grades. so during the weekend you two would study and catch up on homework, and afterwards where full of cuddles.

Who knew being rebellious could get you such a sweet boyfriend  

Seto Kaiba:

at first he really didnt care, it was your life to waste as you pleased, but when he heard there was a rising duelist in the works was when he became interested.

At first he didnt think was you till he was you battling one day on his way home. he the driver to turn around, and he watched you end the battle with all BPS still in tact.

when you were done he got out the car and came up to you, and that how you guys got closer to each other. 

he would battle you almost everyday while secretly teaching you new moves.While you during the school day while you were out scouting for him. weather it be torments, cards, or other duelists you were doing it.

Seto had felt something for you he has never felt for anyone else so he didnt know how to go about it, but thats okay because Mokuba was here to help!

Without seto knowing he sent you a text from seto’s phone professing his love to you, you knew it wasnt him but you also felt like there was some truth behind it so when you guys went to have your daily battle you sent him and “I love you too” text

Seto would have to scold Mokuba later but right now he needs to handle you/

Bakura Ryou:

He has seen you many time sneaking off of campus, he always wondered where you went but was too scared to actually leave with you to find out.

well that was until they day you came up to him. He was surrounded by his fangirls and saw how uncomfortable he was. so you did the only thing you could do. you grabbed his hand and ran off of campus.

when you guys stopped running was when he started to slightly start to panic. he was gonna miss his classes, what was everyone gonna think? but when he looked up to see your smile he started to calm down more.

 you guys spent the rest of the day messing around and going to your favorite shops.

this however was a one day thing,but you guys continued to hang out after school. he even went as far as helping you with your homework!

it was awhile before he confessed his feeling for you, but when he did was when you life changed. You felt the need to be at school more so that you could be around him more.

he loved seeing your beautiful smile inside and outside of school so even if you decided to leave school he will be here for you no matter what.

Yami Bakura:

he was the one who found you, he noticed how well you were able to sneak around and knew he could use you to his advantage. So when you snuck off of campus he followed you.

At first it was surprising seeing this new side of the sweet boy you knew, but that quickly passed when he promised to pay you for your work.

thats pretty much who it all started, it was official business at first. you trying to find these items he requested, while he stayed at school pretending to be this good kid.

With each interaction the two of you had the more flirting there was, the closer you got. Eventually he claimed you as his own, and you two became this dynamic duo.

during the school day you got more texts, some where business the others were just sin typed on a phone (which made you job a little harder)

When school was over you would hand him the information that you got and he would give rewards.

you never realized how much you would love this devil of a man but you simply couldnt get enough of him.

Marik Ishtar:

this guy is the prince of rebellion, so when he saw strolling through the streets with a sucker in your mouth he knew you skipping classes doing your own thing. 

He doesnt know what came over him but he slowly rode beside you asking if you would like around town. You dont usually take rides from people you just met, but something told you you could trust him so you did.

the two of your drove around and outside of domino, and you never had so much fun in a long time so when the sun set and he dropped you off at a park close to your home, you gave him your number.

you two spent day and night texting each other, you got to learn about him and he got to learn about you.

on the days you decided to skip class he would pick you up and you would show him all your favorite places, while he would show you his.

you two eventually had this unspoken relationship but you didnt mind because you just loved being around him.

he was glad he trusted his gut that day and picked you up, because without you he knew he would feel empty.

Yami Marik:

oh hello the king of rebellion is here to sweep you off your feet!

your not sure how he found you, but when he did there was something about you struck him as interesting and he was gonna find out.

during battle city he watched as you went against rules, and snuck around, and when you eventually got his room to look around was when he struck.

at first he was a little terrifying to talk to but eventually it wasnt as bad as you thought, and you understood where he was coming from. so agreed with him to help take down the pharaoh.

you couldnt do much but you were able to get intel on him and his friends and that was enough for him to set up plans.

They all worked out one way or another, and when he was finally crowned victorious was when he announced that you were to rule by his side.

“this new world is ours to rule, and no one will stop us my dear.”

[takeontaron-blog]

Praise Him - A Taron Egerton Fanfic

Taron x Reader

LOTS OF FLUFF. ALL THE FLUFFY STUFF.

Taron was staring at his coffee, silent, and seemingly a bit sad. Today was the first day you’d been able to have dinner with him since the Rocket Man premiere, since he’d been so busy with press and parties since then. You had missed him terribly, as the two of you had become friends way before his days of fame. It was a lovely day, nice weather with a light breeze, and the two of you were sitting in an outdoor restaurant patio. You partially unwrapped a straw that was sitting on the table, blowing the paper wrapping at his face. He glanced up at you, smiling a little. “Really, Y/N?”

“Yes, really, Mr. Grumpy. What’s up?” Taron sighed, running a hand through his hair. “I’m honestly just really worn out. These last couple months have been a lot to take in.” He smiled bigger. “But I’ll be alright. Spending time with friends is definitely helping.”

“Yeah, yeah, I know what you’re like when you’re tired versus when something is actually bothering you.” You kicked him lightly under the table. “Spill.”

“It sounds so pathetic though.”

“Shut up and tell me.”

Taron laughed. “You’re such a dick sometimes, Y/N.”

“I’ll be an even bigger dick if you don’t tell me what’s upsetting you.”

“Fine, fine. It’s just, well, I worked really hard on this movie and all, and like, I’m grateful for my fans, yeah? I just, I don’t know, I’m just a little disappointed that Richard is still getting more attention than me.”

Your eyes widened and you grinned. “You’re jealous of his fangirls!”

“No, no!”

You laughed. “You are though!”

“No, it’s just that I thought I’d feel more appreciated in general -”

“Shh. I’ll get you some fangirls.” You stood up, turning from the table. 

Taron grabbed your arm. “What are you going to do?” he asked, suddenly nervous. You had a tendency to do the unpredictable and although Taron enjoyed the shenanigans, it also made him anxious sometimes. You grinned and pulled away, briskly walking out onto the busy London sidewalk.  

Taron jumped when you suddenly began to scream as a group of tourists was walking by being led be a tour guide. “OH MY GOD! IS THAT TARON EGERTON???!!” Everyone immediately turned in the direction you were pointing in, and suddenly Taron felt his face turn red as people started to rush over, tourists and locals alike, asking for photos, autographs, and swooning over him. You leaned against the brick wall behind you and lit up a cig, pleased with your work. 

*************

“I hate you, like, a lot,” Taron stuffed his hands into his coat pocket as the two of you walked in the park after lunch.

“You’re welcome,” you smiled cheekily. “Want me to do it again? There’s a shit ton of people in this park -”

“NO! No, no, no, no,” Taron started to beg, and then you both began to laugh. 

“Sorry, love, was it too much? You know I don’t really think before I act,” you gave him a quick hug. 

Taron glanced down at you, not letting go post-hug as he wrapped his arm around your waist, holding you to him as you continued your stroll. “It was, uhm, overwhelming, and embarrassing, and I know nobody else in this world would have done it except for you and you did it to make me happy. And also to exert your dominance, I suspect.” He winked at the last part, and you started laughing. 

“I just want you to feel appreciated, even if it’s in my own weird way.” 

“And you’re definitely weird,” Taron laughed, hugging you closer. 

“I love you, Taron.”

Your words threw him off, and he stopped. “What?”

“I’m your biggest fan!” You threw your arms around his neck. “I’ve seen your movies like 20 times each and every time I see them I love you more and more and we should get married because I love you.”

Taron pulled your arms off him, entertained. “Stop it. Now.”

“Can I get a picture??” you pulled your phone out and started snapping selfies with him. “You’re so much hotter than Richard, you know that?”

“Stop.” He ducked to avoid the photos, so you jumped on his back. 

“Taarrooon love me, Taron, will you sign my breasts?”

“For real,” he struggled to get you off of him, “If you don’t stop, I’m throwing you into that lake over there.”

You pretended to pout for a moment. “Ice cream.”

“What?” “I want ice cream. Now.” 

“Only if you stop being so annoying.”

You smiled cheekily. “Deal.”

“Okay, ice cream and then we head back to my flat and watch movies for the rest of the day, yeah?” “Yeah.”

******************

Back at the flat, you stared at your phone screen while the movie played. You and Taron were sitting on the sofa, both under a duvet, relaxing. Taron looked over at you for what had to be the tenth time in the last minute. 

“Y/N,” he whined playfully, “you’re not watching the movie.”

“I’m busy.”

“Doing what?” he leaned over to look at your phone screen, and saw you re-posting all the pictures and videos the people had taken with Taron at lunch that day. “Y/N, what are you doing?”

“I’m spreading the love!” you exclaimed, pretending to be put out. 

“Okay, enough,” Taron began pulling your phone away when you tugged back.

“Hey, hey!” you laughed as you both began trying to pull the phone away from each other. You ended up putting your foot on Taron’s chest as you tried to push him away, and he retorted by tickling you, causing you to fall back onto the sofa laughing, still trying to keep your phone out of his reach. He attacked you then, pressing his full body onto yours and finally getting the phone, tossing it across the room onto a nearby armchair. You were still laughing as you tried pushing him off, but were surprised when you suddenly felt his teeth sink into your neck lightly. 

You both stopped immediately, not so much pulling away from each other as just remaining still in the sudden silence. “What was that?” you raised an eyebrow at him, still smiling to let him know you were amused.

Taron seemed unsure of himself. “I, uh, I don’t know? I just decided to bite you, apparently.”

“Uh-huh.” You put your hands on his chest to push him back, but he remained where he was, still pinning you to the sofa under his weight. You cocked your head. “For god’s sake, Taron, what is it? You always make me pry for an answer. Tell me.”

“I....I just feel you need to pay for what you did.”

You laughed loudly. “The fuck?”

With that, Taron began tickling you again, and you began feigning interest in the movie. “Stop! We’re - missing - the - movie!” you gasped between giggles as you batted his hands away as best as you could. 

“Yeah, like you care!” Taron grinned.

“I - truly - do - care!”

***************

Tickle war and movie over, you were preparing to head back to your place when Taron caught your arm as you were reaching for your purse. “Please stay tonight.”

You were genuinely concerned by this request, but only because he seemed to vulnerable in asking for it. “Are you alright?”

“Yeah, I just don’t feel like being alone tonight.”

You nodded and took your jacket off, folding it over the back of the nearby chair. “Can I borrow a t-shirt to sleep in?”

“Of course,” Taron smiled, and he surprised you again when he took you by the hand and walked you into his bedroom. 

“You’re acting weird,” you said, breaking the silence as he handed you one of his shirts. 

“You’re always acting weird,” he teased back. “Get ready for bed. I’ll make us some chamomile tea.” 

You nodded, deciding maybe he was just entirely too exhausted from the film and all the press to be able to act like himself. You went into the bathroom and prepared for sleep, hugging yourself as you felt Taron’s t-shirt slip around your frame. It was warm and soft, like Taron. You felt a bit weird wearing only a shirt and your boy shorts around one of your guy friends, but at the same time Taron had always been nothing but respectful towards you, so you waved that worry away as you stepped back into the bedroom. 

Taron was already in bed, a cup of tea on your bedside table waiting for you. He was shirtless and only in his boxers, and you felt a strange sensation of admiration for his body as you glanced at him. What? you chided yourself, attempting to validate your objectifying him. He’s hot, you can’t help that. You’re just thinking what everybody else does. 

You slipped under the plush covers as you settled back into the soft pillows, sighing in contentment. “This is so comfortable,” you hummed as you reached for your tea, sipping the warm liquid. 

Taron watched you, propped up on his elbow. “I’m glad. Thanks for keeping me company tonight.”

“You’d do the same for me,” you winked. 

“Always.” His voice sounded remarkably warm and velvety just then. You tried to keep a straight face as your mind raced with thoughts - was he flirting with you? No, no he couldn’t be, you two had been friends for like a decade, nah, you were just making things up. Jesus, Y/N, you thought, you really need to get laid or something so you stop making up fantasies about your guy friends. You finished your tea and set the empty cup on the bedside table, turning off the lamp which was the only light in the room. 

You snuggled under the warm covers and hummed in appreciation. 

“Y/N?”

“Mmmhmm?” you felt him move closer towards you, and your body tensed unexpectedly. 

“Can I hold you?”

You stared at his silhouette in the darkness. “Are you sure you’re okay?” you asked again. 

“I’m okay because you’re here.” 

You weren’t sure exactly why, but you felt yourself moving closer to him, closer, closer still, until your face was snuggled into his neck, your body wrapped up in his arms and pressed against his warm chest. You breathed in, enjoying his natural scent and nuzzled your face against his skin. “This is comfy,” you said softly. 

“It is,” Taron agreed, smiling as he nuzzled his nose in your hair. He slowly began running a hand up and down your clothed back, and you relaxed immediately in his arms. You felt yourself drifting off, calmed by his steady breathing and his heartbeat softly thumping in your ear. You were brought back suddenly when you felt Taron’s lips place a soft kiss to the side of your head, then another, a little farther down your cheek. You kept your eyes closed as he moved gently across your face, kissing the top of your forehead, then the tip of your nose, and after a moment of hesitation, your lips. It was the softest most chaste kiss you’d ever felt, and yet it was the most wonderful kiss you could remember. 

Before you could consider what you were doing, you were kissing him back, and his hands immediately tightened on your body, sending sparks from your chest down to your legs. 

“I want to be with you,” Taron said quietly, hands still holding you tight, his body now rigid as he anxiously waited for you to respond. 

“Like, you want me, like to fuck?”

“No, I mean be with you. Like a couple. So, well, yeah then fucking would come into play, but that’s not my top priority at the moment.”

You were silent for a moment, taking in his words, letting them sink in. Taron waited patiently, not wanting to push you. After a minute, he leaned in and nuzzled his nose into yours and then held his head against yours, eyes closed as he continued to wait for you to respond. 

“How long have you felt like this?” Your reply finally came. 

“For a few months now. I thought maybe I was just really homesick and all since I’ve always just viewed you as a friend, but then I got back last week and seeing you today - everything just hit me really hard.” He pulled you closer into him, wrapping one of his legs around yours. The contact made you feel warm and safe. “And then you go stupid crazy just because I’m being petty about fame -” he smiled, “and, I don’t know, it made me feel loved, that you would care enough to do that for me, even if it was really annoying and made me want to throw you into a lake.”

Now you laughed, breaking the tension, and Taron laughed with you. You ran the back of your hand down his face, feeling his light stubble on your knuckles and he turned to kiss your fingers. 

“You don’t have to give me an answer right now, Y/N.”

“Yeah, I know.” You looked up at him, loving the way he eyes bore into yours even in the darkness. “Do you feel better now that you told me?”

“I feel better that you didn’t throw me off the bed.” 

You smiled. “I do love you, you know.”

He nodded. “And I love you.”

“You’re going to need to court the shit out of me before I give you an answer,” you added playfully. 

“Only the best for you.” Taron began kissing you again, this time more deeply, feeling more comfortable after your short talk. You wrapped your arms around his neck and bit at his lower lip, causing a low groan to come from his throat as he rolled on top of you, seemingly desperate to get as close as possible to you. You ran one hand through his hair while your other hand lightly trailed around his back, causing him to press harder into you and moan into your mouth. 

He used his knee to press open your legs, his mouth still glued to yours, then settled himself between your thighs as he broke the kiss to start licking and kissing all over your neck. You moaned and writhed under him a bit, throwing your head back when he bit a spot by your collarbone.

“You like that?” he asked, obviously getting excited.

“Yeah,” you breathed, suddenly realizing he might be getting a little too excited when his hips rolled into yours and you felt his rigid cock press against your heat, remembering you were only wearing panties under the shirt. Your mind raced, trying to conclude whether or not you were going to fuck your best friend tonight, and just as Taron thrust into your hips again, you knew it wasn’t the right time for this. Not just yet. 

“Taron,” you said, pushing on his chest. 

“Hmmm?” he answered, lips still pressed against your neck.

“I can’t do this. Not tonight.”

He stopped immediately, lifting his head up to look at you. “Did I go too far?”

You shook your head. “Not at all. I just need a little time, yeah? I think I do want to be with you, but, let’s just take things slow for now.”

Taron beamed at you, giving you one last kiss before rolling off of you, cuddling you up against him again. “So you’re going to give me a chance?” he said, and the happiness in his voice made you melt a little.

You pressed a kiss to his adam’s apple before snuggling back into his chest. “Yes, Taron. Now let’s try to get some sleep, yeah?”

“Yeah,” Taron whispered. “Hey, Y/N, just one more kiss?”

Requested by @rainyfoodculturealien  So what if Taron is feeling a bit glum because fans seem to make a bigger deal over Richard Madden than him. So his long time friend is a bit cheeky takes it upon herself to moon over Taron and cause a fuss so he gets some attention. Later she has to pay the price and he tells her how he feels about her ;)

[shadowqueen24]

Everything Was Fun, Until It Wasn't But Maybe It’ll Get Better Pt 1

This is my gift for Devon, @idevon for @voltron-ss

Summary: The day before Keith leaves for Christmas break, Pidge takes him out for some fun in the snow. The day Keith actually leaves though isn’t all that fun, it’s terrible and Keith kinda wishes he had stayed in his dorm with Pidge. Hopefully, he’ll find something to lighten up what started as a terrible day.

Pairing: Keith/Pidge(Katie Holt), Keith/Lance

Pt. 1 (Congrats, you’re here!) Pt. 2 (Here)

Can also read it here (Ao3)

Keith Kogane woke up to the sound of his 9am alarm blaring throughout his room. He didn’t have any classes today and forgot to cancel his alarm. He blindly searched the bed for the source of annoyance.

“Hey, I’m trying to finish my work here, turn off your alarm.” Pidge snapped, her fingers dancing her across her laptop. She was this close to finishing her thesis paper and she didn’t need Keith’s stupid alarm ruining her concentration.  

Keith groaned, finally managing to shut off that damn alarm. A pillow smacked him the face.“ What part of quiet, don’t you understand?” Okay, so Pidge had to admit she may be a little agitated due to lack of sleep, but Keith would get over it. He was used to this already.

The black haired boy glared at her, she returned the look back with full force. Keith dragged his body to the bathroom so he could throw some water on his face. If he didn’t fully wake up soon, in his delirious state, there was a possibility that he would mistake Pidge for a gremlin, and actually throw her out the window. He turned on the bathroom light and got a good look of himself in the mirror. Staring back at him was a face full of bags, dead eyes, and sharp-like teeth. Not the nicest looking face, but who cares. People didn’t go to college and not get bags. If someone has, Keith would track them down to punch them in the face for being so lucky.    

He reentered the room the find that Pidge had made her escape. Probably to grab coffee from the cafeteria. He threw a random shirt he found on the floor on. It was nice long sleeve black one that no one saw him wear yet, making it easy for him to wear it and not get called on it.

“You’re disgusting,” Pidge commented, walking to her bed. Scratch that, looks like he had been caught. She was holding a coffee in one hand and a bagel in the other. She seemed much more chipper than she had been earlier now that she had food and coffee in her.

“You wear the same bra like every day.” Keith shot back. He struggled to put his boots on.

Pidge rolled her eyes. Keith would never understand the hard task of finding the perfect bra that still fits after you buy it. She had to milk this bra for all it’s worth. Keith was still trying to put on his shoes. “Unzip it dumbass, it’s not rocket science.” She ducked as a boot came flying at her. She snickered and threw it back.

“So,” She took a bite of her bagel. “Are you excited to see Shiro?”

Keith let out a small smile. Of course he was excited to see his dorky older brother this weekend. They hadn’t had much time to see each other ever since Shiro and his fiance, Allura, moved from Arus to Altea, Allura’s home country. It was a big adjustment, Keith had gotten used to seeing Shiro everyday, even after Shiro had graduated. He was always there to make sure Keith was taking care of himself properly, (“Keith eating 10 packs of noodles a day is not healthy and will kill you!” “Says the weeb trash who tried to survive on pocky and anime alone.”) or just enjoying college period. Shiro promised that Keith could come visit during Christmas break, which couldn’t come fast enough. He didn’t want to admit it but he missed Shiro terribly, even his atrocious dad jokes.

“Yeah, I am. What about you? Are you going home for Christmas this year?” Pidge shook her head, her eyes focused on her on her laptop.

“Nope, not enough in the Pidgeotto bank to afford a flight back to Balto,” Seeing the look on Keith’s face, she shrugged. “It’s not so bad, I can still talk them and I get enjoy personal time with my brother fangirling over me getting into Arus Academy,” She side glanced him. “Or Roommates with noisy alarm clocks. You say you’re not emo, but no one listens to My Chemical Romance anymore Keith.”

Ignoring the jab at him,Keith continued to frown. He was at a crossroads. He didn’t like the idea of Pidge spending Christmas by herself, but Pidge was an adult and could take of herself.

He stiffened when arms wrapped around him. A face buried itself into his chest. “Stop it with the face. As touching as your concern is, I think I’ll be good without big bad Keith protecting me for two weeks.” Keith closed his eyes, leaning into the hug. Pidge and Keith weren’t incredibly touchy people, especially when it come to each other, but they had their moments. Keith cherished every single one of those moments.

Pidge looked up and Keith pretended not see the little specks of tears forming her eyes. She would deny it, but Pidge was secretly over emotional. She once broke into tears after she accidentally deleted an episode of  her favorite show, “Mad Ninjas” from the DVR. Pidge shoved him away. “Okay, cringe fest over.”

Keith chuckled, same old Pidge.

Pidge glanced at the clock on the wall. “You don’t leave until tomorrow morning, right?” She questioned. Keith nodded, confused.

“Why?”

“Let’s go on an adventure!” She didn’t give him much of choice, grabbing his hand, she lead him out door. She still had her outside attire on from her earlier run to cafeteria but Keith scrambled to grab his coat as he was rushed out. He wasn’t sure where Pidge was taking him or what they were going to do on this so called “adventure”, in fact the only time he ever seen her so excited about something that wasn’t tech related. It soon came to Keith that Pidge was taking him to the park.

Arus’s park looked almost like a winter wonderland during this time year. There were twinkling Christmas lights were hanging all around, giving off a festive feeling.The trees and grass were covered in layers of the crystal snow that had descended upon it the night before. The managers in charge of decorating the park deserved a raise. There were all different types snow figures. Keith squinted at odd looking one. It looked like some type of cat but one couldn’t be too sure. The lake was converted into an ice skating rink that everyone from adults to children were enjoying themselves.

Lost in thought, he didn’t notice Pidge sneaking up behind him. Eyes full of mischief, she pulled back her arm and launched a snowball right at the back of Keith’s head. The dark haired boy didn’t see it coming and jumped at the coldness of the snow, letting out a yelp.

He smirked. Pidge was going to regret that. If she wanted a war then she was going to get one. Meanwhile, Pidge didn’t like the look Keith was giving her. The consequences of her actions came in the form of snowball to the chest. Another one hit her in the shoulder. It dawned on her that she had made the mistake of challenging one of the most competitive people ever to snowball fight.  

She shrieked when as a snowball came barreling into her chest. There was but a second between the first and the second snowball. Keith was merciless in his onslaught. She needed to find shelter soon. “I’m a total idiot, there are tons of trees here.” She fired a snowball, an idea forming.“Trees with tons of snow on them.”

Running as fast as her legs would take her, she darted towards a group of trees. Keith immediately followed after her, he looked around for a sign of her. The black haired boy saw movement from the tree to his right. Like a lion stalking his prey he slowly crept up to tree that Pidge was surely was hiding behind. He prepared to pounce.

“Gotcha!” He announced, hand held up and snowball in hand. The space behind the tree was empty, leaving Keith to wonder where his small companion had escaped to. A whistle sounded through the air. Keith turned around to see a very happy Pidge smiling in triumph. She pointed above him.

The tree he was standing under was covered in a mountain of snow that would collapse at the slightest movement. Pidge had tricked him and like a fool, he played right into her hands. He held his hands in surrender.

“Truce?” He tried. Pidge’s only answer was to throw her snowball at the tree. Way more snow then he would have liked was dumped on him. Snow was in places that snow should not have been. “I guess not.”

“THIS IS SPARTA!” Pidge yelled jumping onto him. Both of them went crashing into the ground. He was ready to let out a long complaint, but the words died in his throat once he realized how close they were. So close that if Keith were to lean up, their noses would be touching.

Had Pidge’s glasses always framed her face like that? Keith knew Pidge was pretty er no, pretty wasn’t the right word. Beautiful was more like it, but now, she looked out of of this world. The air around her wasn’t like anything he could describe and it made him feel alive. 

Pidge made him feel alive.

“Hey.” He breathed, a puff of cold air escaping.

“Hey.”

Devon, I enjoyed writing this because I’ve never written Keith/Pidge before and you may have caused me to bump this rare pair up on my voltron ship list, so thank you helping me experience something new. I hope you enjoy this fic and enjoy your holidays.

[mooseintheocean]

jensen needed that hug so badly it was so sweet and jareds face was so happy during the hug and he just kind of fell into jensen's arms, I just love j2 SO MUCH

Hi Anon, yes, yes, yes. 1000000x  ^this^  

I just… Okay, so I’ve been thinking after watching so many angles of The 2k17 Hug and I hope you don’t mind me using your ask to post what I think about it. Bear with me :)

EDIT: The post turned out longer then I thought it would be, so I’ve put it under the cut, together with photographic evidence ;)  

As we all know by now, Jensen was very emotional after his meeting with a counselor from suicide hotline YANA helped set up. He actually needed a break during his autos. Then during his panel with MC he got emotional again, talking about getting emotional before.

This was kinda of what got me… So signing autographs and some of you guys were probably a part of the situation. I don’t know if you remember when Misha walked up with her [the counselor] and said, “hey, she’s one of the counselors that is part of what we set up. I hadn’t- I hadn’t actually… That hasn’t been personified for me yet. So I spoke to you for a brief second and it was something like, was it 50 hours? 50 hours you spent on the phone and, and she walked away and hit me. That was 50 hours, and it’s hitting me now, shit, that something that was span out of this [pointing at the audience] and out of this [pointing at M and himself] could help people to that degree to where there was a verified person to counsel somebody or people for that amount of time and she was one of them. And I know there’s many of them. And it hit me hard and I get to look at you and I get to see you guys and I know you all have a story and I wish I could hear and talk to every one of you. I don’t- I don’t have that opportunity but knowing that something that I was a part of, helped create that [pause] That betters people and inspires people to be a better person because, and Jared shared this with me, he’s like no one can help you but yourself. You are the only person that can help yourself, but if you get inspired by something, if something touches you and inspires you and makes you believe something that then helps you help yourself, then that’s important. And she’s doing important things and the fact that I was a small molecule of the being that helped many people. And I don’t know. It hit me really, really hard and I had to take a breather, I take a knee. And yeah, so I went upstairs to Daniela’s room. She was like, you need to come upstairs and I’m like, [pretending to cry] “Yeah, I think I do”. [people applauding] Oh right, oh right. I remember walking, walking up to her room. I didn’t make it. So I held out for like, maybe like 70 more autographs, I was like [grunts, trying not to cry] “thank you”, [grunts, trying not to cry] “thank you”, [grunts, trying not to cry] “thank you”… We were walking and I just was like, “no, no, you’re not going to make it to the elevator”. And I just sat there and Jared just like grabbed me and hugged me and it was like one of those moments where it’s like this, this shouldn’t exist. Like from a- from a point of view that is like a television show actor-fan relationship, like this probably shouldn’t exist. It exists, guys, we feel you and mean shit-ton to us. You really do.

Other than that, he seemed pretty relaxed and playful. Actually after watching that panel I finally understood why people were freaking out about the amounts of alcohol available to them - Jensen was drunk (FFS he opened up his pants without being prompt to, Jensen Ackles unzipped his pants on stage because he wanted to, like WTF?!). M wasn’t as much/at all (he was the voice of reason during that panel, which surprises me), but Jensen was already intoxicated when he got on the stage, even before Daniela brought more “apple juice”. [Side note: that lady has some major crush on Jensen, like OMG relax woman, he’s not interested, lol sorry, where were I? Ah okay] So yeah drunk. Especially behaving like one at the beginning. But no, wait, it doesn’t matter here.

The Hug!

So, Jensen was emotional and needed a hug. He got one from Jared right when he left the autos room

And Jared waited for him after the autos as well [may I just add, if Jared waited for me literally ON me I wouldn’t mind at all].

Too cute I swear [x  x]

He also got a lot of hugs from everyone backstage and on stage. So he really got a lot of love when he needed it and it’s lovely and amazing. And I’m jealous of his friends ;p

But then, not 5 minutes later something I like to refer as The 2k17 Hug happened (and it’s not even the middle of the year and yet I think it’ll be the best of 2017; I wouldn’t mind being wrong, if we’d get something even better).  And this is why wrote everything above. Because The Hug isn’t only about Jensen needing support from Jared, which he clearly needed, looking at what he said and how he said it, and his reaction. But it’s also about Jensen being so protective of his boy, giving him support as much as taking it from Jared. It’s like they’re sharing the support. Ykwim? But I also think Jensen wanted to show them Jared’s his boy, ever the possessive!husband, and seeing Jared so happy walking into the crowd, high-fiveing fans and just being good and not barely keeping it together like last year (or Chuck no, two years ago when he wasn’t even there with them and we know now it wasn’t just feeling down and needing rest, this was dead serious, literally) and I think he was just so happy his boy was right there and whole.

He very deliberately wanted to hug Jared.

Lemme show you what I mean by that:

So, they came out saying one last goodbye to fans outside the stage room (and it’s so cute, coz these people didn’t get to be in the stage room, only watching the panels on the screens outside)

[Nice hip grab, Jared. I know how necessary it is to do it when you want to go around someone. What’s funny is Jensen didn’t even flinch or move actually. #casualintimacy] Again from different angle, because it’s worth it. ;)

Okay, so the sneaky touches are out of the way and Jared’s starting his journey through the crowd - again super cute and kinda brave, even when there’s a bodyguard running behind him, some of them could be crazy fangirls, wouldn’t be surprised if one of them would just lunge at him, but anyway. This is what Jensen sees as Jared’s running away (shhh, it’s totally important, because the fans make a perfect little stage for them, and for Jensen to initiate this awesomeness):

If I had to choose the moment Jensen decided make the fans sing again and follow Jared this would be it, right after Jared runs away:

And then he put his plan into the motion:

One more time, one more time [x]

And then well, we all know what happened. Jensen follows his boy, singing to him, complete with a hand on the heart and pointing. Jared’s sings back. What a sight it must’ve been for the people witnessing it live. Them singing to each other, looking into each others eyes, like there was no one around them.

And this is it. Jensen going in for the hug. Arms open, inviting. I think Jared was maybe a little bit surprised Jensen would initiate a hug like this, so he high-fives his man, but once he realizes what Jensen asks for exactly, he just slumps over on Jensen and let’s Jensen carry his weight and hug him. And you can see the strength with which Jared fell into Jensen. The way the impact just rocks Jensen back. 

Oh that hand in his hair, super supportive and possessive af, add to that the other hand which after a little wondering ends up on his neck. Ah, it should be named one of world’s wonders. No kidding.

And that slowly rocking side to side, singing in Jared’s ear to cry no more. Especially in his arms. And those closed eyes are going to kill me some day. So much intimacy.

[THE 2k17 HUG’s GIF CREDIT]

And Jensen doesn’t want to let Jared go. Clings to him as long as he can. Jared tapping out, and my headcanon is that that second butt slap, right at the end is a promise, later Jensen, we’ll cuddle it out later, baby.

The butt slaps are a whole different conversation, but just to put it super short, I associate Js slapping each others butts with a very supportive gesture, like ‘great job’ or ‘i’m right here next to you’ depending on a context, ofc.

So the hug, yes. It’s amazing and I kinda think keeping his boy safe and happy in his arms it’s what really gives Jensen all the support he needs in that moment (giving Jared’s history with May).

Oh wow, okay, so this answer turned out a little bit different then I excepted, but *shrugs*

I hope you are okay with it, sweet Anon.

Sorry for the ramblings, it’s just… J2 tried to kill me this past weekend.

[all-of-the-imagines-for-eve]

Meet and Greet - Part 2

We all piled into the bus and the driver revved the engine, the bus roaring to life without any problem. Everyone cheered and I laughed. We sat on the couches, Alex next to me. I scooted over as our legs touch and an electric shock ran through out my body. Man did I have the biggest crush on him, too. Was it cliche to like the lead singer of a famous band? Was it cliche to like someone in a famous band period? Yes to both of those questions. I wondered if he had a girlfriend… or more. A wife or a fiance. It would make sense. He was charming, rich, famous…

  But I don’t think he did?

  I usually didn’t look too far into the personal lives of the people I had a crush on. I gave them their privacy and such. Now I was majorly regretting that decision. I was in the fandom for the dorky interviews that brought some light to my day and the music that brought some light to my work. That’s what I was here for. But it would pay to know if Alex was single or not right about now. Who’d have thought I’d ever really need to know? Crazy I guess.

  Lunch, unlike I was used to, came to us. However, I did go in to order with the driver. Between the two of us we got it all back. The boys felt guilty for not coming in to help us, but the driver seemed to be used to it, since they wanted to avoid going out where they could be recognized. Probably didn’t help that the bus had “All Time Low” on the side, forcing us to go a little bit out of town to a park in order to be alone without people.

  We ate our McDonalds in the bus, laughing, joking, and talking as we went. I admitted only that I was twenty-two, finally admitting that I knew Alex was twenty-five when he told me. The boys all teased my fangirl-ness and I rubbed the back of my neck yet again, my ears even red at this point. I told them that I’d been working on cars all my life when they asked. That I lived with my dad. I tried to avoid other questions, but they seemed to be ever so slowly getting it all out of me. Exactly what I’d been scared of…

  “So why was your dad busy today?” Alex asked. “That many customers during school hours?” I tensed and everyone looked at me. How did I answer this without having to explain everything?

 “During the day he… sleeps,” I worded slowly, carefully, trying not to lie but also not give anything away.

  Alex looked confused. “He takes night customers?”

  “Um, no,” I told him, fiddling with my empty wrapper.

  “When does he take customers then?” Alex asked, looking ever more confused as he continued asking questions.

  “He doesn’t,” I answered simply. “He has none to take,” I added before he could ask. They exchanged looks and I sighed. “The town doesn’t like us,” I admitted. There was no point in trying to hide it anymore. “None of them even pretend to not like us and go to extremes to make it clear. NO one in the goddamn town actually knows how a car works even at a basic level, so even if my dad sucked t his job, he’d be better than anyone here. The thing is, he’s genius with cars. Even better than me. So, instead of wasting time and gas to go to the next town, everyone just buys new cars the second anything goes wrong. It’s ridiculous, but they all do it. Our town is small and fairly wealthy, I guess, but we don’t have many things keeping us that way. Most people here don’t even have cars, so they carpool.” I didn’t look at them as I explained. “Since they don;t like my dad, they don’t like me. He doesn’t have customers and I go to school to give him space and keep up a good reputation with the other kids at my school. To prove that he’s a good dad and he can upbring a good daughter.”

  There was a long moment of silence, then, “Woah,” Alex whispered. He scooted closer and put an arm around my shoulders. I didn’t look anywhere, too ashamed. “What do they do to you? I mean, if they don’t like you, and they’re obvious about it…”

  “How else do immature adults make a point about hating someone?” I asked bitterly. “They bully me. And they get away with it because the sheriffs don’t care, and neither does the staff. As long as it’s me…”

  “Why do they hate your dad so much?” Zach asked.

  My shoulders sagged. “Our town is a dot on a map, invisible and uncared for. Every small town wishes for the day someone famous comes along, or someone in the town becomes famous, and we get put on the map. Our day, a movie producer came to our town and his car broke down. Everyone was overly nice to him and tried to get him to notice the town’s sweetheart, Amanda Book, who is actually a fairly impressive actress, for never having gone to classes in her life. She’s a bit older than me, but this was a very long time ago. My mom had just left my dad and he was a wreck, so when he cleaned himself up as the town asked and got himself together to help this man, he was put off when the man started insulting him. His work, his home, his family… Me. So my dad blew up and the man, self righteous as he was, cursed the town, and left in a hustle, refusing to even pay my dad for the job. Everyone got tired of him lazing around and pining over my mom, who left because he was a drunk, and who also took the happiness from this town with the dust behind her car… They blame him for everything that went wrong because they need someone to blame so here we are, and they hate me because I’m related to him.” I shrugged and crossed my arms and the guys were silent.  

  “Don’t you want to get away from all of this?” Alex asked quietly. I pursed my lips then nodded slowly, purposefully.

  “Of course, but I have nowhere to go. Nothing to do with my life. I mean, I can play guitar, but that’s literally it. I can fix cars and play guitar, and neither of those talents really get me anywhere. I’ve tried to form a band and get it all going, but -”

  “The whole town hates you, right,” Jack mused.

  “I would run away and try to restart anywhere but-”

  “You have nowhere to go,” Rian piped in.

  My body relaxed and I threw my arms up. “You see my problem.” All four guys looked between each other, each going back and forth in some silent conversation I couldn’t quite decipher. Finally, Alex looked at me very seriously.

  “What do you think about coming with us?” He asked. I quirked an eyebrow. “We could help you hone those guitar skills, maybe introduce you to a few people. Help you take off. Get you away from here. None of us can settle with leaving you here to suffer all by yourself, and hey, you might go somewhere. Touring can be kind of tiresome and shocking until you get used to it, but it’s super fun and you could help around. We always need more help…”

  “You could totally chill with us, all day everyday, and keep us laughing and such. Things can get so dull and boring here, just us four guys. Having a new face and a purpose would be super fun,” Jack added.

  “You’re already part of the family,” Zach added.

  “Definitely,” Rian agreed. “What do you think?”

  Allowing myself to process, I thought about that for a second. I had nothing really keeping me here. My dad didn’t even want em these days. I could help with the bus if it busted down again or anything. It would be a ton of fun, and I’d be part of a real, albeit different kind of family. Surrounded by people that cared about me, instead of being in the middle of a town that hated my guts. I could put my stupid town on the map, and if all else failed, they would all get their wish and might even forgive me and my dad. My dad would be able to deal with it all, knowing that someone wanted him alive. That someone cared. There was so much good that could come out of this…

“Sure.”