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EVERYONE PLEASE LISTEN. DO NOT IGNORE THIS.

Article 13 is going into it’s final stages of voting. 

If this gets through, it will allow many, many companies to abuse and misuse this article to take down as many memes, fan works, and even other independent creators on sites like YouTube, Facebook, and other websites INCLUDING Tumblr. 

THE FAIR USE LAW AND SAFEHARBOR LAW WILL NO LONGER APPLY IN THE U.S OR IN OTHER COUNTRIES. 

IT HAS ALREADY PASSED IN SEVERAL OTHER COUNTRIES. 

WE CANNOT ALLOW THEM TO TAKE AWAY WHAT WE BUILT FOR THE INTERNET SO FAR. 

So here is what you need to do to drag this article down. 

1. Spread the word 

I can’t stress this enough. The more attention this gets the more people we can get to take this down. 

2. Make your own content 

Make your own content on the matter and make sure it is clear to others that Article 13 is bad for every internet user involved. 

3. If you live anywhere in Europe, contact your MEPs 

Ask them if they approve of the article and why. If they do approve of it, try to convince them in a clear, reasonable, and most sensible way possible that this law is BAD. 

The article itself is way to vague about what it’s conveying to its people. 

Saying that as long as the use of said internet memes or content is good as long as it’s in “good faith.” 

We cannot let some shoddy government tell us what we can and cannot post. 

FREE SPEECH IS A HUMAN RIGHT. NOT A PRIVILEGE. 

Here’s a video on Article 13 that Film Theory made on the matter. It will explain things better than I can. 

https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=GbXHrj8k7dg

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An imagine that was supposed to go up a long time ago oops lmao

Kyle Spencer Imagine! (requested, ph#2)

Plus size reader x Kyle spencer

(i didn’t edit this lololololol)

It was always hard to believe that he wanted to date you in the first place. Come on! A guy like him, popular and wanted by so many other beautiful girls? It was astounding, but you never once found the mind to complain. Kyle Spencer was your boyfriend, for nearly six months, and you were happy with all the luck you had recieved so far.

But the longer the two of you dated, the more incessant he was on the two of you going further.

And further meant showing off parts of your body that you believed were better off being clothed. Because you weren’t one of the skinniest girls out there. You weren’t a size one, and because of the friends you had grown up with, you felt this disabled your ability to do things like have sex and ride rollercoasters.

Kyle said he didn’t understand this. Countless times he had tried to get you to go on this ride at the local carnival, the one that went upside down for more than three seconds and you always refused. Why? Because why in the world would something that sketchy be able to hold you up? I mean, other, bigger, people had gotten on before, and all had been okay. But you? That was different. And that was just your belief. You couldn’t do it. Same thing with sex.

You were scared. And yes, you wanted to have sex with him so bad, but you just couldn’t. So when the two of you started to make out this one Friday night, you thought that you had the will to cut him off before his hands placed themselves on your thighs.

Unfortunately, you were too into the moment and you forgot to stop him.

The two of you were on his bed, kissing feverishly and the air was crackling with electricity. You wanted to keep going, there was heat running all over your body, but as soon as his lips landed on your neck and his hands traveled to the edge of your shirt the fear slapped you hard in the face.

You barely had the courage to grab at his hand as it skimmed your abdomen, pulling your lips away from his quickly. His face was red, and so was yours, and your lips were swollen and he were so fucking hot. But you couldn’t.

Kyle was confused and tried to go back in for a kiss when you turned your head and his lips landed on your cheek. He pulled back and furrowed his brows. “What’s up, baby? Oh, shit. Am I doing something you don’t like?”

You shook your head and cleared your throat. You slowly unwrapped your fingers from his wrist and placed your hand on his cheek. You panted, “No, no I wanted and liked everything that you were doing. Trust me.”

Kyle grinned a little and planted a kiss on your lips before you could move. He said against your lips, “Then why’d you stop me.” His hips bucked against yours and heat coursed to the tips of your toes. You but your lip.

“I can’t.” You whispered. “We can’t.”

Kyle looked like he wanted to laugh before he furrowed his eyebrows. “Oh, you’re serious. I mean we can, Y/N. No one’s here at your house and little Kyle is all up and ready.” 

You couldn’t hold back the small smile that picked up on your lips for a second. Then you sat up, causing him to fall on your knees. He looked even more confused. “I’m sorry, Kyle, but I can’t. I want you, so so bad. But I’ve only ever made out with one other person and I felt like absolute shit afterwards because that person didn’t respect me or my body or my decision not to. I just don’t feel comfortable getting naked in front of anyone, really. Especially because I really love you and don’t want to disgust you.”

Kyle scoffed and scooted closer so that he was sitting beside you. “I really love you too, and what I say next is not to get in your pants. If you really don’t want to now I won’t force you to. But I just want you to know that you’re beautiful. Every inch of your skin, every curve and roll, and I know what those are because I have them too. I don’t want to have sex with you just for my needs, I want to be able to make you glow, and make you feel good. It wouldn’t matter if you had four arms and three legs. I love you, which means I love everything that comes with you. Plus, you’re like the sexiest woman alive. Really. I’ve had girlfriends before, but they all mix together. None of them were really special. You are. You’re so unique and beautiful, baby cakes. I love you.” 

You sat there, taking in his words as he leaned forward and planted a kiss on your head. Then you felt the pit of your stomach calm down. Nerves weren’t boiling your insides and you felt relaxed. And extra hot. You turned to Kyle as he pulled away and kissed his lips. He cupped your cheeks and grinned. 

“Want to watch a movie?” He asked, pulling back.

You shook your head and attacked his lips, kissing him long and hard. He groaned as you reached for the back of his neck. He pulled back an inch and you took the rest of your breath to whisper to him, “I love you so much, Kyle. I changed my mind. Let’s do it.” 

“Are you sure, baby? It’s only if you want to. I really didn’t say those things to get in your pants.”

You shook your head and kissed him again in response. “I really want to, Kyle.” 

His breath hitched and he rested you on the bed, smiling softly. “Me too. Little Kyle is excited!” 

You couldn’t help but laugh. If there was anyone you were going to finally open yourself up to, you were glad it was Kyle. 

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lmaooo i am so shitty lmao 

i’ve just recently been too busy fangirling over bts

and yeah 

I literally have no other excuse

also, i listened to i want you (she’s so heavy) by the beatles while I wrote this and me: 

also don’t @ me I used my own insecurities to describe this imagine cuz ya bitch is a whale

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Maybe a kyle spencer imagine, ofc if you still write for ahs, where the reader is plus size? And every time kyle makes a move she is always hesitant bc she doesn’t want him to see her naked? If that makes any senese at all lmao, thank you! Glad you are back!

Yes!!!!!! Omggggg I’m so excited for this and I’m super happy that someone finally asked for a plus size girl ++++ Kyle 😭😭 my chubby heart is happy look out for this soon!!

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Amazon Eve Imagine! (Requested, post hiatus#1)

All in all, the hate that you recieved was something that happened so frequently it wasn’t even surprising anymore. Being a lesbian in the 1950’s was not something people accepted, especially since you and your girlfriend, the amazing Amazon Eve were in one of the last freak shows in America. People just didn’t accept freaks, or homosexuals. And typically, they never held their tongue about it.

Eve wasn’t as accustomed, since the two of you hardly ever made public displays of affection in fear of being locked up or publicly humiliated. But, the one time the two of you found yourselves locking hands underneath the table at a diner in your current stop, Jupiter, Florida, neither of you were very happy about what it caused. You however, had been waiting for it.

“I saw that!” A man yelled suddenly. He was white, like his skin had been sucked of color, and his hair was the same shade. He was old, his body sagged to the floor with age, his body shaking and frail. However, despite his appearance, his voice boomed loudly over all the other noise and called the attention of many. His anger caused blood to blossom in his cheeks like crimson flowers of hatred. He was looking directly at you. He yelled again, “I saw that, you disgusting woman! I saw it!”

You immediately felt Eve’s hand withdraw from yours under the table as many turned to stare. The emptiness and absence of warmth flooded your body in a wave and you looked blankly at the man. You asked, quite boldly, “You saw what, old man? I doubt your sight is reliable.”

There were snickers from a group of teddy boys by the breakfast bar, watching with interest. Actually, everyone looked interested. They wanted to know what the old man had thought he saw. His pale blue eyes glowed with malice as he brought a bony finger to the table before you and said, loud and clear, “I saw you holding the other girls hand, bitch.”

It was that insult that had Eve gasping, and it was the accusation that got the diner mumbling. It didn’t matter that his age would most definitely get in the way of his sight, once the words left his lips you and Eve were done for. You suddenly felt like an exotic animal at the Zoo, everyone’s eyes on you, entranced and slightly disgusted at the same time.

“I don’t know what you’re going on about-“ You began to say, but he wasn’t having any of your words.

“Your hand was on hers and I saw it clear as the sky!”

Eve stood, and the man stumbled back because of her towering height. You stood too, smaller than her by, well, a lot, and stood before her. She looked furious, temples throbbing with veins and cheeks flushed. You knew it wouldn’t be long before she began to curse this man and everyone else looking on as if the two of you were an item on display at a shop.

“The sky,” You said, not knowing what else to say. You couldn’t exactly deny the statement, it was true, and you didn’t want to hurt Eve’s feelings. “Is not really clear, is it? Clouds obscure it, and I’m sure your eyesight isn’t the best!”

No one listened.

“Homosexual freaks!” The man simply waved his bony fist and the crowded diner was thrown into a cacophony of angry and disgusted shouts. You grabbed Eve’s wrist and began to run to the exit. It was evident your girlfriend didn’t want to leave so quickly, but your pleading eyes had her sending one last retort that got lost in the madness of the others.

You ran and Eve followed until you reached a place where the shade was heavy and the wind was pleasant. You bent over and grabbed your knees, out of breath. Eve was furious, redness creeping up her neck and down her arms. “WHAT WAS THAT OLD KOOKS PROBLEM?”

You shook your head, “It’s normal, Eve-“

“Normal? That is not normal, Y/N! So what if we were holding hands? It wasn’t his business in the first place! Ooh, I just want to go back there and strangle the life from his throat!” Eve hissed.

You reached over and rubbed her arm, letting yours eyes search the place for bystanders. No one seemed to be around and you pulled her closer. She towered over you, her breathing slowing and her fire laced eyes simmering down.

“Eve, as long as we live, and as long as we love one another, there will always be hate. People don’t like people like us, okay? I’ve gotten used to that. It can only get better, I think.”

You placed her head on top of yours and you could tell that she was still fuming, but was only keeping her cool for you. You admired her for it.

“Listen,” You said, pulling back before she could say anything. “As long as I have you I’m okay.”

She grinned and placed a quick kiss on yours lips. “As long as I have you.” And then she added, “But I still want to beat that old man to dust.”

You held her closer and her warmth radiated over you like a comforting blanket. Then you kissed her, twice on the lips and once on the cheek to reassure her and completely cool her down. You said, “Me too.”

Then Eve got a glint in her eyes and said, “Let’s do it together.”

As long as you had Eve everything was possible and everything was going to be okay. That was one thing you were sure of.

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Okay so I changed the thing a bit, buttttt I tried my best! I’m still trying to get into writing imagines on tumblr!

Sooooo sorrryyyy if it’s crapppp 😭

For @bubbles456

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Requests?

I’ve finally come to accept that I will not be getting my laptop back soon, so I’m going to have to stick with writing imagines on my phone. But! I will be getting back to doing them, so if I have any followers left, please submit your requests, and I shall write them. Except they might take a few days to post.

Loveee ❤️❤️,

Me

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Surprise bitch,

I bet you thought you'd seen the last of me. WelL NOPE. IM ON WATTPAD SERVING UP SOME IT IMAGINES AS -Schmidt AND ILL BE COMING BACK TO AHS AND STUFF

But for now I'm on Wattpad so I'll be creating a new imagines book there

Once I get my laptop back I'll start up on here again

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I'm Not Dead, Well on the Outside

I'm so sorry for the lack of updates and shit and I have a good reason! I've just finished writing my very own book! I'm so proud of myself because, let me tell you, it's a hell of a task! I'm not only here to announce the birth of M for Metamorph, but to also announce that after I'm done editing I will be coming back here! I promise! So leave my inbox full so that when I come back I'm super busy and I satiate all of your fangirl needs! I miss Tumblr. Love everyone 😘😘

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Preference #2

this is my second preference, but not for AHS, just in general! This is for the show... 13rw!

PREFERENCE:their goodmorning text to you

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Jeff: Wake up, honeybun, we got a big day ahead of us! I know you’re not much of a morning person but you just gotta open those pretty little eyes of yours and you’re a few minutes closer to being in my arms. I’ll see you soon! Love you, sleepyhead. 

Hannah: Wake yo ass up, babe! I’ m kidding... or am I? No really, I am. Wake up, sweet cheeks I got a lot planned for us today... which means we’re probably going to do none of what I got planned... that’s okay as long as I’m with you. You just gotta wake UP FIRST!! love you

Clay: Wakey wakey, eggs and bakey, baby! Good morning, beautiful I hope that you have a great day at school... wait it’s Saturday. NEvermind come over hurry so we can cuddle, beautiful. I haven’t seen you in eight hours and I miss ya face! BEAUTIFUL ANGEL I LOVE YOU. sorry for the caps

Zach: Good morning gorgeous, I legit woke up about two minutes ago so I can’t really function properly but  Igot aasfhasot tohasfhwith youahafhifay,. as omg sorry I fell asleep again!! I meant I want to go over today so i can see my fine lady so WAKE UP! I love you my moon pie... ooh, moon pie sounds good rn

Justin: shit it’s twelve in the afternoon is it too late for a goodmorning text? Goodmorning sunshine! I hope you have a gr8 day at school and I miss seeing your cute little face... and butt! Don’t forget that I lovee youuu

Bryce: I raped three ppl in my lifetime I’m a piece of shit lol

Tony (for the male reader): Good Morning babe! I know I’m a little busy today doing other things but I just wanted to reassure you that I think of you every moment and I love you so much. Besos xx

...  I don’t like courtney.. or marcus... or ryan... idk no one likes tyler so... oh yeah, jessica!!!

Jessica: I’m drunk lol Good morning my little nugget of gold! I love you so much and can’t wait to see you shaking your thang out there in your uniform. There’s a reason we placed you in front of me during the cheer ;) love you xx \

Hopefully i didn’t miss anyone.. this is just a quick post to make up for lack of posting and roasting (come on I laughed so hard at the bryce joke) 

UNedited samigos win wonk I am working on my novel

Also is Clay drunk???

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I am so happy, that you return! Heck yeah!!!!

Yessss I'm so glad to be back! I forgot how much fun writing imagines was! ❤️

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Kyle Spencer Imagine (post hiatus #1; requested)

Okay @popavengerspop requested a Kyle imagine where you’re Kyle’s best friend and Zoe returns him to you after the accident (and his reincarnation obviously)! I decided to make this one quite fluffy but also platonic… I hope it meets the expectation!

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The results of a death may vary. Grief effects many people differently, and though most of the time it causes bad things, for you, the grief was a numbing hit of Novacaine. The few passing moments after you heard the news of your best friends death, you cried, beat the walls of your dorm room, and evidently blamed yourself. However, as a few days passed, you were suddenly incapable of feeling anything. It wasn’t physically true, you could still feel pain and satisfaction but it wasn’t the same. It was a world where Kyle Spencer no longer existed and a place where you never wanted to feel anything again. Why feel the arms of someone around you if they weren’t his? Why hear the laugh of another if it was not coming from his mouth? You shut yourself off from people, and most of all you tried to forget. 

It was always harder than it seems, forgetting. 

Death is hard because you accustom yourself to living a life with someone and get used to daily routines and the unplanned happiness it brings you just seeing them once a day. When they die, it’s like there is a giant question mark floating above everything. Why was the hot dog stand still standing if Kyle wasn’t there to buy a days worth of weenies and feed them to stray dogs? Why was your usual Starbucks open if he was not there to buy a cake pop for you and then eat half of it himself? It was miserable, and hard, and a new life you didn’t want to live in. What was the world without Kyle Spencer? It was nothing. 

Your days turned from a bright, orange paradise, to a blue, cold and horrible drag. 

The fifth day after his death you were laying in bed, looking up at the ceiling as your roommates playlist blasted the tiny room, her dancing figure not even causing you to blink. This was how most of them were spent, your days. You took long, draining showers in the morning and then the rest of the day laid in bed, letting the pillow soak in the water from your wet hair. It was no different that day; you were wearing your pajamas as Clary, aforementioned monkey dancing roommate, got herself ready for another party. Jesus, you couldn’t understand why people still went to those; you didn’t understand how you had let him go that night. 

You turned in your bed and faced the wall, letting your eyes droop shut, not paying mind to the stray tears leaking into your already wet hair. What seemed like a few minutes later there was a persistent knocking at the door of your dorm room, and you flinched under your sheets. It was around seven in the afternoon, your clock read, and the lights were off, along with the blasting music and Clary was gone. The knocking grew louder and you groaned, running your hands through your now dry hair. You lifted yourself onto your shaking legs and flicked the lights on, going to the door and opening it wide. Your expression was blank as you stared at the girl in front of you, and she raised her eyebrows, taking your appearance in. 

You couldn’t blame her, after five days of being cooped up indoors you probably looked like a corpse walking. “Yes?” Your voice was raspy and hollow, from lack of speaking the last few days. 

She shifted from foot to foot and smiled politely. “Are you Y/N L/N? Um, best friend of Kyle Spencer and his emergency contact?” 

For the first time you felt something; a flare of anger rising in your chest. You sucked in a deep breath, trying to contain yourself. “Yes, though I don’t see how that is of your concern.” 

Her smile faltered and she rubbed the back of her neck before sighing deeply. She reached an arm over to the right of her, where you couldn’t see very much, and pulled someone in front of her. “It is my concern because he won’t stop calling for you.” 

You gasped and jumped away from the man in front of you. Kyle. It was Kyle, alive and breathing in front of you. But the Kyle you knew had been announced dead, and before he certainly never had those stitches around the base of his neck. Kyle beamed brightly and charged forward, and you internally tried to fight off the feeling of warmth in your stomach. This was impossible, Kyle couldn’t be alive. 

But as his arms wrapped around you, you couldn’t fight the urge to hug him right back; his body feeling oddly unfamiliar in your hands. He hugged you hard and long and you could feel the emotions coursing through your body once more as he pulled back and grabbed your face. 

“Y/N,” He sighed, before crushing you in a hug again. 

The tears fell unwillingly and you nuzzled your face in his neck again, the ends of his hair tickling your forehead as it always did. The sobs wracked your body and your legs were close to giving out, and the girl bit her lip at the scene in front of her. 

“I thought I lost my best friend forever,” You whispered, clutching onto the back of his shirt. He grunted in response and you pulled back. He smiled sadly at you and you pointed to the girl. “Please tell me you have an explanation.” 

“Yeah,” she nodded and closed the door behind her as Kyle sat himself on your bed, as if it were just a normal day when he came over for movie night. “It’s long and you probably won’t believe me, but I can’t leave without telling you.” 

You nodded and sat beside Kyle, grabbing onto his hand as she stood before the two of you with a sigh. 

“It all began when I went to that party with Madison Montgomery…” 

You listened intently, never letting go of Kyle’s hand. Because he was with you once more, and even though it felt like this was wrong, him being back, you couldn’t help but feel the selfish spark of happiness. 

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This didn’t take long but I loved writing it so much; tell me your thoughts!! Thanks for the requests and stay tuned for more!!

as always I try to get these to you guys ASAP so, this is UNedited sorry for the mistakes!

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I can't wait! Take your time and have fun while writing🌺🌺

thank you so much! It feels good to be back in the mood to do it!

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IT’S OFFICIAL

I am back, baby! I do have some requests I’m sure a lot of people are not happy that I haven’t posted yet to write, but I am now officially ready to return to the land of Tumblr and writing imagines. I hope you all don’t hate me too much for the long leave. 

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Hiatus

I can't do it anymore. I will try to be better soon for those who requested. Just not now. I can't.

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Hannah Baker Imagine!

YESSS BBY my first hannah imagine and i am so excited. I legit think that Katherine is so fucking hot and I am so in love with her!

In all honesty, I would die just to meet her. Because she’s so beautiful I can’t 

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  You nervously tugged at the ends of short top, your thoughts running at a million miles per minute. If there was anything or anyone in the world that made you nervous, it was Hannah Baker. She was the epitome of perfection, with her plump lips and clear skin, her soft, glistening hair and adorable sense of humor. It took a lot for you to ask her on a date, and it was taking a lot for you to believe that she had actually said yes. It had also taken a lot of thought and help from your brother, Jeff, to come up with a good plan. You wanted for Hannah to be just as interested in you as you were in her and picking the date had been the most difficult part. Good thing your brother was also your wing man, because he had set the whole thing up for you. Now all you needed was confidence and a breath mint. 

You sprayed some perfume on your wrists and neck before checking your outfit in the mirror once more. You were wearing a cropped, white shirt, with a pair of torn jeans and converse. Your hair was pulled into two buns and your rose colored, heart shaped glasses were perched on the bridge of your nose. You took a deep breath and grabbed your purse, running out of your room and hoping to get to her house at precisely 5:00. You knew that was a bit early for a date to start, but your brother said that it was all in the plan. You made it to the kitchen to see that Jeff was sitting with his fake tuxedo shirt stretched over his chest and a baseball cap on his head. 

“What are you wearing, Jeff? I bought that shirt for you as a joke.” You raised your eyebrows, searching around for your car keys. 

Jeff raised a finger and your ring of keys twisted on it, causing you to stop searching. “I’m your driver, Y/N. You don’t even know where you’re going.” 

You groaned and then looked at your wrist, seeing that there was only five minutes until five and Hannah lived three minutes away. “Change your shirt first.” 

“No, I like this-” 

“Jeff!” 

“Fine.” 

“Two minutes, Jeff!” 

Jeff rushed off as you rolled your eyes and unconsciously checked yourself in the mirror on top of the fireplace. Yes, nervousness wasn’t hard to come by when it came to the thought of Hannah Baker. She had caught your eye the minute that she had entered the school, and because your friend, Clay, also had a crush on her, it was shocking that she had even said yes in the first place. You didn’t think that Hannah was anything but straight, but you weren’t complaining. 

Jeff came rushing back with a school spirit shirt on, looking like a liberty high sponsor. You snorted as he ushered you out of the front door. The drive to Hannah’s was quiet as you thought of what the rest of the day might consist of. Not knowing what your brother had planned was difficult, but he persisted on keeping the whole thing secret. Your fingers started to tap on the screen of your phone as the car came to a stop in front of the Baker home. 

“Alright, go get her.” Jeff grinned back at you, sending you a wink. 

Your hands began to shake a little as you checked your appearance once more. 

“Y/N, you look good. Look, you have a minute to get to the door and ring the bell.” 

You nodded and took a deep breath, opening the door to the car and counting the seconds as you walked to the front door slowly. You had promised Hannah that you would ring her doorbell exactly at 5:00, and if you were any later or earlier you owed her a free front of the line pass from your work (which was at a theme park). 

(A/N: I just love theme parks)

You looked down at your phone and just as the time was changing the front door of the house swung open, revealing Hannah Baker in all of her glory. Her long hair was cascading down her shoulders in their usual silky waves and a mauve colored dress was wrapping around her body and flaring out at the waist beautifully. Her lips had a slight rose color and her skin was extra glowy. She was wearing a pair of flats that had golden crystals on them but she was still two inches taller than you. She looked gorgeous. You stayed opened mouthed as you admired her. 

“You lose!” She laughed, her eyes scrunching lightly as her mouth opened in her amusement. “Now you owe me a free front of the line pass!” 

She laughed for a few more seconds before realizing that you weren’t giggling with her. She smiled slightly and tucked a piece of hair behind her ear, her eyes finding the ground. 

“You look stunning,” You finally said, just as her mother came from inside the depths of the house right behind her. 

“Doesn’t she? See, Hannah, I told you you looked beautiful. Now, shoo. Have fun. Her curfew is 1:00 a.m, okay, Y/N? I trust you with my baby.” Mrs. Baker said as she pushed Hannah from the doorway lightly, grinning at the two of you. 

“Of course Mrs. Baker.” You smiled, as Hannah groaned and tugged you in the direction of your car. You waved at her mother as she smiled and closed the door. 

Hannah seemed to realize that Jeff was in the drivers seat as she neared closer and she frowned slightly, looking back at you as she stopped in her tracks. 

“Oh, sorry,” You said quickly. “My brother planned the whole thing out so he’ll be driving us. He won’t actually be going on the date with us, though. I promise.” 

The smile slowly returned and you quickly rushed in front of her, opening the back door of the car for her to enter. You turned to look at her and saw that she was smiling at you, while being very close, causing your heart to race. She leaned forward as she was entering the car, her breath hitting the loose strands of hair by your ear. 

“You don’t look too bad yourself, by the way.” She whispered, then she sat in the car, grinning up at you. 

You saw that a small part of her dress was hanging out of the door and you subconsciously picked it up and placed it on her lap, your fingers grazing her bare skin. Hannah shivered visibly and her face went red as you obliviously shut the door and went to the other side of the car. 

“Hey, Hannah!” Jeff greeted, waving as he looked at her through the rear view mirror. 

“Hey, Jeff.” She smiled back, still pink. “What’s the plan for today?” 

Jeff made a face as you slipped into the seat next to Hannah, smiling at her. “Well, it’s a bit of a surprise.I promise it’s a load of fun though!” 

Hannah looked over to you and smiled, shaking her head. “Well as long as Y/N is there anything is fun.” 

You snorted and scooted closer to her, but not too close because of your seat belt. “Hannah you’re cheesier than Jeff.” 

Hannah leaned forward and pushed a strand of hair from in front of your face. “What can I say? I like cheese so much I became it.” 

You burst into a fit of laughter as Jeff began to drive off, the both of you sharing jokes with each other. 

After about ten minutes of driving (and Hannah’s continuous laughter) Jeff pulled up to an empty parking lot, where there stood a neon building with giant graffiti style letters spelled ‘Jam’s Roller Rink’. 

“Roller skating! Jeff you know me too well. Oh my gosh, Hannah we’re going to have so much fun.” You turned from the building to Hannah, to see that she was looking a little downtrodden. “Hey, Hannah, what’s up?” 

Hannah shook her head and picked at her nails. “I don’t know how to skate, Y/N. Fuck, I just ruined everything didn’t I?” 

You took off your seat belt quickly and scooted closer to her, as Jeff got out of the car and headed towards the building. You placed your hand on Hannah’s shoulder and smiled lightly at her. “Hannah, I can teach you how. You didn’t ruin everything, I’ve been skating since I was six. I’ll teach you and we’re going to have a blast.” 

Hannah looked up with her eyes wide. “Are you sure it won’t be a bother? I mean it’s a date not a skating lesson and I really like you and don’t want to ruin-” 

You grabbed her cheeks softly and quickly pecked her lips, smiling at her shocked expression. After a second she turned a bright shade of red. “You’re not ruining anything, Hannah. Come on and let’s go have our fun date.” 

You turned and left her there, speechless, getting out of the car and walking around to open her door. When she got out she was still pink in the face and her mouth was pressed together. She then grinned and hooked her arm with yours, and you both set off to the building. 

“Isn’t this supposed to be the hottest roller rink in town? Why is it so dead?” Hannah questioned when you both neared the door, and you scrunched your brows as she opened the door. She was right, usually this place was booming. 

You two entered the dimly lit building where there was music playing loudly and the skating rink was alight with a disco ball and there was absolutely no one there. Well, except for Jeff who was sitting behind a bar while telling something to a person behind it. He turned when he saw you two coming, a wide grin on his face. 

“Hey guys, this is Ricardo, the man who has gladly let me rent out this place for a couple of hours of just you two. He put a nice playlist on for the both of you to skate to and he says there snacks behind here. When he says alone, he means no one but you two are going to be here. The restrooms are that way and I’ll be at the trampoline place next door with Clay. Have fun!” 

Before the two of you could respond Jeff left towards the exit and Ricardo left through a door behind the bar, sending a wink your and Hannah’s way. 

“Wow,” Hannah said, looking around. “The whole place literally to ourselves.” 

You grinned and shook your head. Oh Jeff was definitely such an amazing brother for this. You looked to the rack of skates on the other side of the room and gestured for Hannah to follow. 

“What size do you wear?” You asked Hannah, bringing two pairs of socks out of your bag. 

She laughed nervously. “Uh, an eight.” 

You smiled and looked back to see she was red in the face again. “Me too, Hannah you don’t have to be embarrassed.” 

You went behind the counter and grabbed two pairs of size eight skates and went to the bench near the entrance of the skating rink, Hannah following like a lost puppy. 

“I’m going to be honest with you,” Hannah said as she sat next to you and removed her sandals. “I’m really nervous right now.” 

You laughed as you pulled one skate on and she pulled your favorite socks on. “What are you nervous for?” 

“Actually I’m absolutely terrified of falling and breaking something and making a complete fool of myself in front of a very cute girl.” 

You rolled your eyes and stood up when you were done pulling on your second skate. You grinned and skated around the bench as Hannah pulled on her own skates. “This ‘cute girl’ will not laugh if you fall. She will pull you back up and kiss your wounds.” 

Hannah laughed nervously when you stopped before her, both of her skates on. You grinned and motioned for her to stand up. She did so slowly, her knees shaking as she grabbed onto your elbows roughly. 

“Holy shit, I don’t think I can do this, Y/N.” She muttered as she nearly tripped and latched herself onto you. She looked at your face, not bothered at all by the close proximity. 

“Come one Hannah, just one foot after the other.” You smiled, skating backwards slowly. There was a slight dip in the floor and the two of you made it to the rink, finally, the lights reflecting off of the disco ball making Hannah look even more gorgeous than before. 

You were too busy admiring her to see that she was beginning to fall, and only when you were falling into her lap did you notice. She let out a loud grunt and you groaned in pain as your knees hit the hardwood floor in between her legs. 

“Aw, fuck, Y/N, I can’t that hurt.” Hannah said, her full lips quivering and her eyes glossy. 

“Come on Hannah, just one more try. Don’t give up.” You pulled yourself up and pulled her along with you. 

Slowly you began to guide Hannah around the rink and as she slowly got the hang of it her eyes began to light up and she began to laugh loudly, your hand linked with hers as you both skated around to the beat of the music. 

“I’m having the best time,” Hannah said when the both of you slowed down. She pulled you closer by the arm and you grinned. 

“I was hoping you would,” You whispered when you were both inches apart. she grinned and closed the gap between you two, and her plump lips met yours. 

Your hands went to wrap around her neck but you forgot you were skating and the wheel of your skate twisted so you fell flat on your ass, your lips yanking from Hannahs. 

“I think we should take a break.” She laughed, pulling you up by your arm. She then rubbed her stomach. “They said snacks, right?” 

You nodded eagerly and she intertwined your fingers with hers once more, this time dragging you to the bar. Behind the bar where no one could see were homemade cupcakes and a small sign that said ‘drinks and chocolate covered things in the fridge’. 

“Ohhh, these cupcakes look amazing.” Hannah said softly, picking one up. You picked yourself onto the counter, pointing to one with a Hershey’s kiss on the top. 

“Can I have that one with a kiss?” You asked her, and she blushed incredibly red as she wiped at her lips to remove the frosting she had. She grabbed your cupcake before skating to you and placing a fast kiss to your lips, which you giggled at. 

“I was talking about the candy but that was even better.” You smiled lightly, unwrapping the cupcake of it’s foil cup. 

Hannah blushed deeply before laughing loudly and kissing you once more. 

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OMG this is so cute 

UNEDITED 

SO SoRRY for the wait was just publishing the first chapter of my HP fanfic on Wattpad 

and just incase you’re curious my username is @ -pukwudgie 

it’s a lil trash 

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Tate Langdon One-Shot!

yayayayayayayayaya AHS is my love 

I am so sorry this took so long I promise I have a valid reason

also Jeff and Hannah Imagines are on their way. 

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At first you were in denial. He was the most perfect human being to you ever met. His curly, blond hair that seemed to glisten in the light of the sun, the deep dimples that would carve into his perfectly sculpted face after you told him a corny joke. the crinkle of his eyes when he smiled; they were all things that you knew every guy wish they had. They were things that had made you fall in love with him every single day all over again. But then you noticed that every time you would point a camera at him he would look away from the lens, you noticed that he removed all the mirrors from his room, and then you noticed when you watched a movie with your celebrity crush the he was grabbing at his skin and rubbing his face. You then realized that your boyfriend, Tate, was feeling insecure. You never understood why, but you slowly tried to give him hints that he was perfect, without completely telling him the ason why you had been recently been more touchy than most. One day, though, he noticed your clingy proximity and confronted you about it. It was while you two were spooning in his bed, after a long day at a local theme park. 

“Y/N why do you keep stroking my face every five seconds?” He asked, turning in your arms to look at your face. 

You blushed slightly and shrugged, trying to bury your face into his shoulder once more. He pushed at your shoulders slightly and furrowed his eyebrows. “Can’t I feel my boyfriends beautiful face whenever I want?” 

Tate’s cheeks started to glow as you said this and he frowned, his body now completely facing yours. “No really, Y/N. You’ve been really clingy and touchy and you’re always telling me I am handsome and beautiful...what’s up?” 

You made a face and didn’t look him directly in his eyes, not feeling like playing any games. “I know what you’ve been feeling lately, Tate. I’m insecure sometimes too.” 

Tate’s face instantly changed into one of confusion and denial. “What do you mean insecure? I’m not insecure. I think I’m hot.” 

There was a flash in Tate’s eyes and you raised your eyebrows before reaching over and running your fingers over his cheeks and into his hair. He sighed and let himself fall into the bed again, his body relaxed. “Tate, I’ve noticed it. You can try to deny it, but I know why there are no more mirrors in here. I know why you never want to watch another High School Musical movie again. Because you feel like I would leave you for someone who looks like Zac Efron. Because you’re ashamed of the little rolls you’ve got. But Tate let me tell you that I love everything about you. Even what you think are flaws.” 

Tate looked into your eyes and then closed them when you started to run the pads of your fingers over his eyebrows. You leaned down and placed a kiss on his forehead, wrapping your other arm around his shoulders again. Keeping his eyes closed, Tate wrapped both of his arms around you and furrowed his head into your shoulder. 

“I didn’t know why I was feeling like that all the time. I just can’t help but think that if I had blue eyes and a six pack I would make you happier.” Tate whispered, his warm breath sending shivers down your spine. 

“Tate, if you had those things, I wouldn’t be with you right now. I realized a long time ago that those with perfect bodies and outer appearances in general usually have shallow hearts. Except for you. I got lucky enough to find someone who is perfect on the outside and also has a good heart.” 

Tate took a deep breath and hooked his leg with yours so that they were intertwined and then ran a hand through your hair. You slowly leaned forward and placed a soft kiss on his pink lips. He responded by pushing into the kiss and using his legs so that he was laying on top of you, causing you to tug at the strands of hair in your palms. He pulled back and then pushed his face into the pillow next to your head, laughing lightly and wrapping you into a hug. 

“I love you, Y/N.” He pulled back and threw himself next to you, bringing you on top of him. “And just so you know, I’m the lucky one.” 

You kissed him again and placed your hand on his chest, your leg coming to rest on his stomach. “Not tonight, Tate. Tonight I’m the one who gets to make you feel better and wanted. You can’t compliment me a single time until you’re feeling better. Because I love you too.” 

Tate groaned but couldn’t hide the grin appearing on his face as he hugged you closer. There was no reason for him to be insecure. If he could win a gem like you, then he was one spicy entree.

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Lmao that ending though! OKAY so I AM DEFINITELY working on the two 13rw imagines and I am hoping to get them BOTH out by today. AYAYYAYAYA

you know the drill this is UNedited

[fandom-obssessed-writer]

I am so sorry

For the lack of imagines and requests! I have been very busy lately with it being the end of the second semester and all! I promise those imagines are going to be coming very soon and I love anyone who is being super patient for theirs! ❤️

[fandom-obssessed-writer]

IM SOOO EXCITED!! To read some of your new stuff!!!☺😝 Like I literally cannot waitttttt WOHOOOO!!

YaYY! I'm so excited to write all these requests! I'm busy tomorrow but over the weekend I should be getting them out!! ❤️❤️❤️