after like two years of not bothering

can people maybe stop confusing “can’t do the thing” with “doesn’t want to do the thing”

for example, if my doctor gives me something to do like attending an exercise class but I find that after a session or two that can’t handle it and that it has made my conditions worse or even that I just couldn’t manage attending on days when I had a bad flare. I would tell my doctor that I couldn’t physically do it but that doctor writes “didn’t want to do the exercise class” in my notes. That will go against me for years to come and other doctors will see me as someone who will refuse to try to help myself and won’t even bother offering other treatment options.

another example, if I’ve made plans or if I am asked to do something with family or friends and I have to cancel or turn them down because I physically can’t go out and do the thing, sometimes they’ll hear can’t as doesn’t want to. This means they will tell others “they didn’t want to come today” or “they wouldn’t want to do that because last time I asked they said they don’t like it/dont want to do it” then people will think that I just don’t want to do things with them, so they’ll stop inviting me out and I may even end up losing friends over the fact that they think I just don’t want to do things with them.

if I say I can’t do something because of my illnesses that doesn’t mean I don’t want to do the thing, more often than not I actually want to be able to the thing. sometimes it may be something I desperately want to do and was looking forward to doing but my body won’t allow it.

but for some reason people keep translating “can't” to “doesn’t want” and that can be really harmful to us disabled people.

3 years after...

Imagine this:

After the war of Hogwarts, things have changed. Obviously.

Harry, Ron and Hermione (the last two being a happy couple from then) moved into their own house close to the Weasley’s, where the three of them stayed.

A lot of their friends stayed in London and had normal jobs after three years.

Harry became a really good and important Auror, Hermione became a simple nurse and Ron was still deciding what path he would like to walk on.

All in all, life has changed for them, but it wasn’t as bad as it seemed in the beginning.

However, there was something that did bother Harry.


He hasn’t seen him since then and he really wanted to know how his secret crush back in the days was doing.

But apparently, Draco and his mother disappeared from the screen, meaning that they were nowhere to be found.

And it hurt Harry. A lot.

Things with Ginny didn’t go too well and they broke it off soon after their first big fight that involved a lot of shouted insults.

Ron was cool with it, in fact he was glad that his best friend didn’t snog with his sister anymore.

The thing that no one knew was that Harry missed Draco.

He missed him so much.

After what happened in that fire, Harry had so many questions, so many things to say-but there was no time for confessions.

So on one day, he decided to do something about it.

It was around November when Harry finally got the guts to speak up.

All his Auror colleagues and bosses where in a meeting, more like a little party thing going on, and camera men and reporter were all over the place to ask them everything they possibly could.

When it was Harry’s turn, he answered a lot of questions, regular ones about his job and his private life, you know, normal stuff that he had to answer every day.

But there was one question that got him.

“So, Harry Potter, is there anyone special in your life?”

With a shaky breath he turned to the camera.

“Hello, ferret.” (he had to give him a nickname since the Ministry was still looking for him and his mother)

“I know you know that I am talking to you right now, and it’s really hard for me to say, but…I miss you. Where are you? I really wanna see you again and talk about everything that happened. Just the two of us, like friends. Please let me know if you’re safe. Thank you.”

And that night, when Harry got home, there was an owl on his window and when he opened the attached letter, he froze.


don’t you ever call me ferret again or I’ll cut you into tiny pieces and feed them to the Dementors.

But yeah, I am fine. Thanks for asking.

Talk? I would like to hear what the great Harry Potter has to say to his biggest enemy.

You know that little coffee shop down the street? Let’s meet there tomorrow, at 10AM in the morning.

And talk.

Don’t be late.


November Third (part six)

@o0o-chibaken-o0o for you, as you already know. ⭐️

bingo l part one l part two l part three l part four l part five l part six l part seven l updates to come…

Draco knew Potter would come. In some ways, he was relieved about his lack of choice in the matter. If it wasn’t his choice, then he wasn’t doing anything wrong. But on the other hand, any time spent with Potter, would only make all the time away from him harder. And there was so much more time away from him.

Draco had chosen the Astronomy Tower for a few reasons. First and foremost, he loved watching the stars, and if he was going to talk to Potter, then he should at least have something to stare at other than his face. There was also a bitter part of Draco - the part that was still convinced this was all Potter’s fault somehow - that just wanted to make the boy who lived hike up all those stairs just to see him.

Although, Potter didn’t seem to understand who he was hiking those stairs for. At least, Draco didn’t think he had realised the significance of November third yet as he didn’t seem as resigned to their fate as Draco was. And when he finally made an appearance at the top of the Astronomy Tower, his first reaction was surprise.

“What are you doing up here?”

“Playing Quidditch,” Draco replied drily, not bothering to glance at Potter. He knew what the bastard looked like perfectly, and he didn’t need to be reminded. In his position on the floor, looking up at the stars, he wouldn’t have to see Potter at all during their encounter unless Potter stood exactly -

Potter stood exactly above Draco and looked down at him, blocking his view of the night sky, and impeding it with everything Draco wished to avoid.

“Do you mind?” Draco snapped, closing his eyes. He felt Potter’s weight shift against the floorboards, moving back immediately, but he kept his eyes closed just in case.

“You don’t look like you’re playing Quidditch.”

Draco regretted closing his eyes if only so he could roll them at Potter.  “With a brain like that, perhaps you should have been in Ravenclaw.”

“What are you doing up here, Malfoy?” Potter asked again.

“Stargazing, obviously.”

“Your eyes are closed,” Potter pointed out.

Draco held back a number of less savoury comments before settling on: “I was interrupted.”

Potter didn’t say anything for a moment. With his eyes closed, the silence felt longer for Draco. He couldn’t decipher what Potter was doing - until he felt a heavy weight next to him. Draco’s eyes jerked open in surprise. Potter was lying next to him.

There were some very choice words Draco would have liked to use to describe the situation but he didn’t think Potter would appreciate such language and he wasn’t in the mood to be reprimanded. So he tightened his lips and stared straight up into the sky, trying to imagine Harry Potter wasn’t right there beside him. Which was going alright up until the point Potter decided to talk again - Draco should have known he wasn’t going to get away with a peaceful November third.

“So, this is stargazing,” Potter announced, with all the enthusiasm of a dried up waterfall.

“You’re bored, already?” Draco didn’t expect Potter to have the same appreciation for astrology as he did but it hadn’t even been a minute. He should have realised Potter had the patience of a toddler.

“Well, all the stars look the same.”

This time, Draco did have the pleasure of rolling his eyes. “See that star there,” he pointed, “and the stars that curve around underneath it to the right, like a hook?”


“And then they lead up to those five offshoots there?” Draco traced the pattern with his hand.

“No… wait, kind of…YES I SEE IT!” Potter shouted with sudden excitement.

Draco laughed - not even bothering to hide it. Stuff pretences. It was November third. “That’s Scorpius.”

Against his better judgment, Draco snuck a look at Potter out of the corner of his eye. His eyes were roaming the sky, exactly as they did the Quidditch pitch, searching for patterns with fresh excitement.

Draco refocused on the sky, trying to find another simple constellation that Potter would be able to pick out. Before he could -

“What about Draco?“

Draco flinched at the sound of his name, his first name, coming out of Potter’s mouth. It was strange, but not entirely unwelcome. Except Draco couldn’t even enjoy it properly, because he knew it would never happen again.

“It’s a constellation, isn’t it?” Potter probed when Draco didn’t say anything.

“I - I didn’t think you’d know,” Draco covered up the tremble in his voice with a quick cough. “I’m not sure actually. I can’t see it tonight.”

“Is it hard to spot?”

Draco scanned the sky, searching for the constellation he had seen so many times before. “Not usually.”

“Knox,” Potter suddenly whispered, killing the lights of the Astronomy Tower. When Potter spoke next, Draco could tell he was looking at Draco’s profile. Draco pretended not to notice. “Sometimes when there’s too much light,” Potter said, his voice taking on a more serious tone than earlier, “it makes it harder for stars to shine.”

Draco’s chest clenched uncomfortably and there was a tightness at the back of his throat he couldn’t quite shake. “Since when were you the expert on stars?” He retorted as casually as he could manage. He didn’t want Potter to know how much his words had affected him.

“Everybody knows that,” Potter replied, just as casually.

Draco searched for the constellation again but still couldn’t pick the pattern. “One light isn’t going to make a difference.”

“Not with that attitude.”’

Draco smiled at the tease. Beneath his hothead and impatience, there was something very gentle about Potter. He was a difficult person to hate. And stargazing wasn’t really the best activity to reinforce that hated.

Draco suddenly worried that perhaps he had been giving off some terrible (even though accurate) signals, by allowing Potter to stargaze with him. It was oddly friendly and even, romantic. And he couldn’t have Potter getting the wrong idea.

“I don’t like you, Potter,” Draco quickly clarified, just to clear up any confusion.

Potter laughed at him - which probably wasn’t the best sign. “I don’t like you either, Malfoy.”

“Good,” Draco said. It had been what he’d wanted to hear. So why did it make him feel slightly nauseous? “That’s…good.”

Potter laughed again - that wonderful sound that Draco didn’t have any right knowing about. “Glad we cleared that up,” he said. Another tease. “If you can’t see Draco, what else can you show me?”

Once again, his name on Potter’s lips, stirred up something in Draco that was far better left hidden. He regained his composure and showed Potter a few more constellations. Leo, of course, he thought that might interest Potter. Gemini, he hoped that might interest Potter. As well as the easy ones like Orion and the Ursas.

He tried not to look at Potter too much. One night was far too much time to spend with Potter but even so, it would never be enough. November third seemed to sneak up on Draco much too fast, and end even quicker. But each time, he found himself falling in deeper.

Draco cast a tempus charm just before midnight. He didn’t quite know what would happen if he stayed beside Potter all the way into November fourth, but he wasn’t keen to find out. It couldn’t be good. Without the day guiding them, Potter and Draco were only enemies. And enemies didn’t stargaze together.

So with the next ordinary day fast approaching, Draco abruptly stood up, dusting off the back of his robes. He didn’t look down in Potter’s direction. He couldn’t stand to see whatever expression would be there - surprise, disappointment, confusion, anger? It didn’t matter.

Draco walked out before he could give into temptation to change his mind and look. But when Potter called out after him, with a bitter “Bye, then, Malfoy,” his disappointment was clear anyway. Draco felt the same, of course, but it was useless. Not with what he had already planned for this year. He didn’t bother to respond.

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Who Are Your Sugar Sisters? (And How to Find Some if You Don’t Have Any)

Do you remember what it felt like? That first message you received or sent to another sugar baby that you wanted to connect with? Do you remember the feelings of being nervous and excited that someone you admired wanted to talk to you? Someone that was making strides in the bowl or was just on the verge of it was interested in being friends with you. Do you remember rewriting your message and wondering whether it made you sound like a dork? Did you have to tell yourself to be cool the way I did? 

Do you remember when the conversation stopped feeling stilted and awkward? Do you remember your first inside joke? The first time you met in person? How good it felt after that first meeting that they weren’t a weirdo? Do you remember the moment you realized that you weren’t just sugar sisters you were sister-friends?

Do you remember how it felt to hang out with them? To talk and know you weren’t going to have to apologize or explain? They were just going to have your back. They were going to root you on, prop you up, guide you when they could? Do you remember the relief?

My sugar sisters are @lustington and @brownstatuesquesugarbaby They have each been in my life for at least two years now but have become so much a part of my daily habits that I cannot imagine life without them or before them. We have traded tips and advice, joys and sorrows, ups and downs, great outfits (them) and times when we looked a busted ass mess (me). They are core parts of who I am, and I repeat: I cannot imagine what my life would be like if I never met them. 

I don’t just say that because they are amazing but because conversations with them and the relationships that I have built with them inspired the characters in The New Money Girls. Delia and Zion came alive for me when I was writing the book because while they are not @lustington and @brownstatuesquesugarbaby exactly sometimes Delia and Zion will open their mouths and my sugar sisters will speak. 

That feeling of sisterhood was important to me. It was more important than writing a book about glamour, sex, men, romance, or love. I love the way black women love each other. I love how we are ride or die for each other before we acknowledge a man, especially in the sugar community. We, as black women, routinely save each other’s lives in ways that we don’t always recognize. 

I want you to have sugar sisters if you don’t have them already, so I’ve put together some things for you to consider to build your own New Money Girls crew.

  1. Get yourself ready first. Clean up your room before you invite friends over. Maybe your mother didn’t say that to you, but mine sure did say it to me. Get your shit together before you go looking for friends. Does your blog say anything about you as a person or a sugar baby or is it a collection of reblogged posts? Can I vet you? Can I see you grow in your sugar journey or will I walk away wondering if I’m being catfished? Even if you don’t write posts as long or as detailed as mine write something. Do it for two reasons. 1-You’ll want a record of your journey. 2-We need you. This is a community. We need to know we aren’t alone. We need to know that someone goes through what we go through and has experienced what we experienced. I started this blog because I was looking for someone who could admit they were still trying to figure it out. I couldn’t find it, so I became it. So many of you have approached me since then to thank me for saying what you needed to hear. But the thanks goes to you. It was such a blessing to know I wasn’t alone, that even if I messed up my mistakes would help someone. Post to the brown sugar baby tag. Let us know you exist. You won’t feel alone anymore and neither will we.
  2. Know what it is to be a friend. To get a friend you have to be a friend. If all you want is someone that will give you advice and read entire essays of your complaints and gripes with the sugar bowl, then you don’t want a friend. You want free advice and therapy. No one owes you that. If you have a question, ask it. If you want to be a friend, provide support. Let that person know that you aren’t there to leech from them. Ask them how their day is. Let them know you appreciate them by messaging them and telling them how special something they said or did was to you. Just tell them you’re thinking about them and hope things are going well. I got a few messages from people when I wasn’t on Tumblr from women who just wanted to make sure I was okay. That meant so much to me. Those are the women that message me and always get replies. I know they aren’t just here to take. They give. That makes me feel valued and appreciated and makes me want to return those feelings to them.
  3. Remember you’re a stranger. I didn’t get either of my sugar sisters’ actual phone numbers until we knew each other for months and built a solid friendship. I didn’t know what @brownstatuesquesugarbaby looked like or her real name until I met her in August after knowing her for two years. That didn’t bother me. This is the internet, and until we’re friends, we’re strangers. We don’t know who is actually behind these accounts. It could be a brown sugar baby. It could be a bored middle-aged white man. We have to be careful so don’t get upset if people protect their privacy until they get to know you better. They have that right, and I hope you’re also exercising the same level of caution. A good rule of thumb is if you wouldn’t want a sugar daddy to find out whatever it is about you (address, real name, job, familial information, vanilla social media) don’t demand that a sugar sister give it to you. 
  4. Remember they’re human. Sometimes life happens. Sometimes we get so busy that we can’t respond to a message right away. I can admit that I’m guilty of this right now. I’m currently trying to write three novels and publish another and work a vanilla job and make sure I’m healthy and sane. I don’t have a lot of time. I don’t get a lot of sleep anymore. My life is fueled by cheap coffee and editing software. But I see every message. I will respond to every message that I can when I can. Don’t get anxious, angry, or accusatory if someone doesn’t respond to your message right away. It doesn’t necessarily mean they don’t want to speak to you or think you’re a bother or that they’re stuck up. Sometimes even when we want friends, we don’t have the time to make them.
  5. Don’t be afraid to message again. One of my favorite things about @lustington is that even if I don’t reply to a text right away, she will keep texting me. She has something to say dammit, and you’re going to get these texts. She has been like this since she first messaged me on Tumblr. She understood that I might be busy but that I wanted to talk to her. She was never afraid to reach out again, so I never forgot her. If you message someone and a few days or weeks have gone by don’t be afraid to reach out again. Say hello again. Tell them that you loved a post. Ask if they saw that interesting post that made you think of them. Like I said, we’re all human, and sometimes life gets in our way.
  6. Let things happen naturally. On the one hand, you shouldn’t be afraid to reach out again. On the other hand, don’t be a weirdo. Don’t pressure people into doing things they aren’t comfortable with or pretending to have a relationship with you that doesn’t actually exist. Trust takes time to build. That feeling of intimacy takes time to build. Don’t rush it. If that sugar baby is supposed to be your friend, no matter how many false starts or time between messages, she will be your friend. @lustington and I met a year after we first began messaging online, @brownstatuesquesugarbaby and I met two years after. Meeting both of them felt natural and exciting instead of nerve-wracking and awkward because they were already my good friends. I didn’t have to worry about whether they would like me because they already knew me. Don’t rush. 
  7. Be honest. If you aren’t looking for sugar sisters or don’t think a sugar baby is right for you say so. Don’t lead people on or play with their emotions or time. Be honest. Each of you can then find people that are the best possible fits for you. 

I hope this helps, sis. I hope you look up six months from now and realize you have your own crew of New Money Girls and they change your life the way @lustington and @brownstatuesquesugarbaby have changed my life. The way Delia, Zion, O’Shea, and Nadia change each other’s lives. I’d also like to use this as a shameless plug to reach out to a few women that have messaged me or caught my attention as I roll through these Tumblr streets: @onikaahonee @saaint-sugar @thotinda6ix @locd-nubianqueen  @baroquebrownsugarbaby @afrolatinasugar @chanelsugababy @nycsb @brainybrownsugar and there’s also a brown sb that lives in the midwest that I messaged a few months ago maybe about a post she had about a condom that got stuck in an…interesting place that made me convulse with laughter. You’ve been on my mind for WEEKS now, but I can’t remember your username to save my life. Put yourself on this list, too. If you’re on this list, it’s because you’ve messaged me and either said something so profound, intelligent, caring, supportive or funny that I’ve thought “that girl should be my friend, ” but I’m too awkward/busy/forgetful to reach out to you to make that happen. If you find yourself with a moment and want to be friends too, please message me. I promise I won’t fuck it up or at least I’ll try not to. 

If I haven’t mentioned you, but you’ve messaged me, please understand I’m not slighting you. I love you too sis. Every black ass thing about you. I just haven’t read your message yet (remember how I said my life was in a shambles?). Reach out to me again. Help me be accountable to, and for the amazing friendship, we’re going to have in the future. 

Remember this is our sugar bowl. This is our community. We can be tight-knit, loving and supportive the way my New Money Girls are. We just have to build it. We just have to love each other. If there’s a sugar baby that you want to be friends with message her or mention her in the comments (I hope you do this so I can root for your future sugar sisterships). Let’s love on each other. Let’s push each other to succeed.

I said it already, but I’ll say it again. I love you, sis. Every single thing about you. I can’t wait until we’re friends. 

Is That a Thong?

paring: Peter Parker x reader

plot: Peter finds a thong in readers stuff. 

A/n: I suck at plots, anyway I didn’t do much writing so iIhope I can make up for the loss. 

warning: Wade, that should be enough. 

word count: 722

It was Y/n’s day off from training. Y/n would usually spend her day off lazing out, but Wade was forcing her to out with him. He said something about having a girls day out. It was more of girl and merch with a mouth day. 

“Wade, are you done yet?” she whined. Y/n was sitting between two pile of clothing both for men and women. She didn't even bother asking why Wade had to try on every piece of clothing in the store. All he wanted to do was get something special for Vanessa, it was there 3 year anniversary after all. 

“So how is Peter?” Wade rolled the ‘r’. Y/n thought about her boyfriend and wondered what he was doing, ‘he’s most probably having fun with the gang’ she thought. It’s not that Y/n didn’t like spending time with Wade, in fact she loves it, but right now it was just down right annoying.

Wade picked out something for Vanessa a long time ago and paid for it too, he even got something for him and his stuffed toy unicorn. 

“hey writer, she has a name you know it’s Uni. Now get back to writing,“ 

“Wade, who are you talking too?” Y/n asked her best friend. “I am talking to the writer who is writing- ahh never mind” Wade came out of the dresser with a pink strapless sundress, y/n looked at him wide eyed, she didn’t even know why she was shocked this was just typical Wade. 

“does this make my ankles look fat?” 

 Y/n came home with a bag filled with clothes, she went to her room not bothering turning on the light, she jumped on her bed revealed that she can finally take a nap. 

Her head fell on her fluffy pillow, just when she was about to close her eyes, she felt someone’s hand wrap around her waist. Y/n screamed and rolled off her bed hitting herself on her way down. 

“FRIDAY lights now,” Y/n said and got up as fast she can without hurting herself in some way. 

“Peter?” she asked looking at her sleepy boyfriend “what are you doing here?” Peter rubbed the sleep from his eyes “ I got bored so I came here waiting for you to come home, but I guess I fell asleep,”.  You smiled and got back into bed. 

“didn’t you go shopping with Wade today? How was it? what did you buy?” Peter nudged your shoulder and you let a low growl which made peter laugh. “Was is that bad?” he kissed your temple. “ No it was great actually pretty amazing, but it was so long” Peter laughed. 

“what did you get, I wanna see,”  he said. Y/n chuckled “it’s in the bag over there the y/h/c girl pointed at the bag that was on the dressing table. Y/n went to the bathroom and Peter went to look at the things she bought. It wasn’t a lot.

Peter looked throw your things when he found a small bag in it there was some type of black material. He took out the lacy fabric out, but he didn’t expect what he was about to see. It was a lacy black thong. 

Peter blushed thinking about you wearing something like that. 

“so peter what do you think about- is that a thong?” Y/n scanned the thong in Peter’s hands. 

“that’s not mine,” both said at the same time. 

You looked at one another and blushed “if it isn’t yours then who’s is it?’’ Peter questioned. “ I think I took someone else one by mistake,”. 

Just then someone bursts out of the window “ that’s mine” Wade said he had his infamous red suit on, he took the thong from Peter’s hands. You looked at him quizzically “since when you wear a thong?’’ Peter asked. Wade wore the thong on top of his red suit. 

“Since always Spidey, but you wouldn’t know, now would you” Wade flirted with Peter and supposedly winked at him, but you couldn’t see because of his mask. 

“but in all seriousness does this thong make my butt look big?” Wade asked as he did a weird pose.  

anonymous asked:

you think the secret session is a good idea cause you have a chance to go while people who live in another countries know for sure they don't

let me just add all the other anons you sent:

I shouldn’t give these the time of day because you’re on anon but here I go:

I have been a fan for 10 years or so and I’ve run a tumblr blog for 6 years and Taylor followed me two years ago. I have never been invited to anything and yeah there are times it bothers me and I wonder why I’m not good enough to be invited to things. (Which is dumb because Taylor doesn’t look it that way but that’s another rant for another time) I’ve felt jealously. I felt sad and felt like Taylor would never know me and I should give up. I’ve ben annoyed at people who got invited because I didn’t. 

Then this year she started noticing people again after the break and I felt jealousy again. And I felt sad again. And on the first Secret Sessions in London I was so sad because I told myself I would never meet her. On the second Secret Sessions I saw people feeling the same way and I decided I was going to make positive posts and tell people it’s okay to feel this way because everyone else feels that way. The rest of us who aren’t those 300 people feel that way and it’s a completely validated feeling. I did this for a few hours and I refused to post anything negative or reblog negative. In fact when I saw someone say something negative I reblogged a post on how Taylor wants to meet everyone and there is proof. By the next secret session i wasn’t jealous anymore. AND LET ME TELL YOU IT WAS SO NICE. I was so excited for people. Like genuinely excited and it was even better than I had a mutual meet her.

And it’s not like I never wish that was me. I wish it was me all the time. All. The. Time. When I get messages I hope one is from Taylor Nation but it doesn’t happen. BUT YOU KNOW WHAT? Never have i wished that those people didn’t get to go. So the fact that you don’t like my blog anymore because I said it was selfish of you to say that no one should get to meet taylor because you cant or a lot of other people can’t is so wrong. I mean by all means unfollow me because I wont put up with that. I have been saying for days that I will validate swifties who are upset about not being invited as long as they don’t send hate. And I will validate the SS fans as long as they don’t send hate. And that’s what I do. In my opinion saying they don’t deserve to meet Taylor because I can’t or you can’t, or anyone else can’t is a round about way to attack them. 

Lastly, if you refuse to see the good in Secret Sessions because you can’t be there I’m not wasting my time in explaining why they’re a good thing. It’s obvious why they’re a good thing but jealousy can really cloud clear judgment. And that’s directed at every person who came to my ask this morning and tried to tell me that it was the SS fan’s fault that they were over hyped over a song. YALL WERE ACTUALLY TRYING TO BLAME OTHER PEOPLE BECAUSE YOU DIDN’T LIKE A SONG AS MUCH AS YOU WANTED TO. That’s is so incredibly petty and i’m sorry it would even cross your mind to actually complain. So many of you are so jealous that you would try and tear down other fans and i’m so over it. I tried to let people down easy but now it’s just ridiculous and the fact that you have sent me four messages and one of which called me “ignorant” and you can’t even come off anon to tell me this does not warrant you my patience.


Everything I Meant to Say - Part 2

Rating: E

Summary: Cassian sends the wrong message at the wrong time.

(Modern AU)

A/N:  You’re all such complete Nessian garbage, it makes me so proud. Thank you for all your lovely notes and comments; they mean the world.

Tagging these babes: @aelin-and-feyre, @dreamingofazriel, @dreamilyzealousbird, @ofstarsanddreams, @mylifeisafangirl, @manonsbitch, @wolffrising, @mywritingbox, @atya-malik133, @rowanismybae, @escapingtheconstrictingboxes, @cynthiagrae, @blxckbeak, @photofeesh, @helloprinceling, @empress-ofbloodshed; @voiceoftheroses, @poisonbooknerd, @watermelonwiggle17, @cmhmama, @seashade, @celaena-sardothiien, @deathbytitanium, @rekaro12@firelordwinterlegolas221basgard, @pattyb324-blog

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“What should I say?”

“What do you want to say?” asked Elain.

If there was one person in the world who knew Nesta better than Cassian did, it was Elain. A very grumpy Elain who did not appreciate being called over to his apartment so early in the morning, especially after spending a late night with his brother. The only way he could convince her not to say anything to Azriel was to promise to make her breakfast.

So here they were—mulling over Nesta’s text message over eggs, toast, and coffee. Or rather, Cassian was mulling it over with all the brutality of a coroner examining a murder victim while Elain was mulling it over with all the interest of a tarot reader divining her cards. Just what future did she see for him?

“Cassian,” Elain prodded gently. “What do you want to say?”

“I don’t know,” he said. “I was hoping you could tell me.”

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chemistry, part 1

Originally posted by stilesstilinski37

pairings: teacher!dylan o'brien x student!reader.

warnings: just some cursing.

a/n: I am really really excited about this new series, so I hope y'all like chemistry teacher O'Brien just as much as I do.

word count: 2k+

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rain (reddie) ch. 2

Type: Series

Summary: Richie and Eddie had dated each other for a long time, and things had been going great - or so, they thought. After Eddie comes home to an empty apartment and a note left behind, the loving relationship of four years tragically ended. Years of never speaking to each other later, the wedding of Beverly and Ben brings everyone back together, including Eddie and Richie. Hotel room mix-ups, drunken confessions, loud arguments between several losers, bad parties, old childhood games, memories, music, love, and drama ensues over the week of preparing for the wedding.

Pairing(s): Reddie, Benverly, Stenbrough

Word count: 2.5k

Chapter warnings: More heart break

A/N: I know it’s a bit slow right now, but I need to make sure I set this up completely for you guys. Hope you guys like it! If you wanna be on the tag list, just let me know. As always, credit goes to @r-u-reddie for being an amazing beta and helping me to better the chapter. <3 I dedicate this chapter to @eddiespaghettte because she’s my fave.

AO3 link coming in two weeks

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Silence took over the lobby while Richie and Eddie stared at one another, the tension palpable. Years and years of painful silence was abruptly broken.

Eddie wondered if Richie’s heart was racing just as fast as his was.

He was struggling to organize his thoughts in that moment, unable to truly process his ex-boyfriend and how he felt in that moment.

Sure, he had gotten a glimpse of Richie a few times on TV or somewhere on social media since the break up, but it was something he would quickly change channels away from or exit out of. He had avoided studying him, knowing that the ache he had spent over a year trying to repress would immediately return as a sharp pain.

That sharp pain that he was trying to avoid after all of those years finally made its return. Seeing Richie brought back a rush of emotions that he wasn’t mentally prepared to handle.

His breathing speeding up ever so slightly had Eddie instinctively reaching for his back pocket, until he remembered that he didn’t have an inhaler anymore.

It was Richie’s disappearance that made the use of the inhaler needed, and it took him months to stop needing it afterwards.

‘You don’t need it. You don’t need it.’ He chanted in his mind to calm down.

As everything that they’d been through flashed across his mind, a glare started to form on Eddie’s face, his arms crossing over his chest defiantly. At first, he wasn’t sure which emotion would rise to the surface, but it was clear that anger was making its appearance.

“No hi, Eddie?” Richie’s resonant voice echoed inside of his head, making Eddie upset that it still made his heart skip a beat to hear.

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anonymous asked:

Do you have any Faberry or Bechloe fic recs? You write amazing fanfiction, so I imagine you probably also have good taste in them :D

aw thank you so much! as luck would have it… I do have fic recs for both of those ships! And, well, of course I think of myself as having good taste in fics ;)

I have made a few faberry fic recs in the past, and unfortunately, I haven’t found many more fics with them since then? Granted, I haven’t been as much in a faberry-heavy mood for a few months, so… yeah the fic rec lists are the same. You can find them  here and here.

As for bechloe… okay, well the majority of my favorite Bechloe fics are shorter stories/oneshots (which i believe is the majority of stories i’ve really seen) but granted, I haven’t gone through this entire fandom and scoured for fics like i have for faberry. 

Okay, so without farther adieu:

Bechloe Fic Recs

By Redlance

Experimentation - So, about that one little regret… (aka canon divergent from the second movie and Chloe’s tent confession also known as the slowest burn to ever burn)

this is like the classic quintessential bechloe fic, let’s be real. i’m sure you’ve already read it, but… the hands down best bechloe fic i’ve ever seen.

Exception - Chloe is Beca’s exception to most of the rules she’s set herself in life. Which isn’t anywhere near as difficult for Beca to accept as it should be.

Sure Would Be Prettier - There’s an entire world out there for Beca to see, and she does. It’s filled with beauty and music and wonder, and it’s all pretty breath-taking. But there’s always something missing.

By wherehopelies -

You Still Make Sense to Me (Your Mess Is Mine) - “Chloe fills up all of the spaces inside her that she didn’t even know existed until Chloe was there.“orrrrr the one where it takes a fake-engagement and being domestic as hell for these two idiots to realize they’re in love. Set two years after PP2 and mostly canon compliant. Title taken from Vance Joy’s "Mess is Mine”

By Care -

The Sexual Implications of Teleportation - The first time is a complete freak accident.

eliminate the distance between us - Senior year isn’t really going the way Beca thought it would.A Pitch Perfect 2 AU.

You Know Her Breath Will Catch And How Her Fingers Curl - If someone had asked Beca at the end of her freshman year whose idea it would be to do a Bellas reunion tour, she would have sworn up and down that it would be Aubrey’s.

By gilligankane -

reality is a sliding door - There is a theory: every person has a moment in their life where they make a choice to go left or right. From those possibilities, two parallel lines form, running alongside each other; two concurrent realities. Parallel lines never cross; they run forever next to each other without ever meeting.In one world, Beca Mitchell joins the Barden Bellas.In another world, she wasn’t supposed to.In every world, Beca Mitchell underestimates Chloe Beale.

when gravity’s pulling (you’re still holding my heart) - Beca isn’t sure how she got here.Well, she knows how she got here, in this house, with these girls. She knows all about the real estate process too. But she isn’t sure how she got here: Laying on her bed with her laptop in her lap and her legs bent at the knee, feet flat so Chloe can paint her toenails while she goes over the Bellas history with Legacy and answer every question about the Beca-and-Chloe (fake) dating thing.It’s this part of her life she isn’t so sure about.

Song Beneath the Song - Chloe has always followed the music, because music has given her the best, most important things in her life.  It’s never led her astray. Sometimes, though, she wishes it’d give her a little bit of warning about the roller coaster she’s in for.

By sexonastick -

The Party’s Crashing Us - Beca has never been big into high school activities, but sometimes desperate people do desperate things. Like show up for marching band and get stalked by the creepy redheaded cheerleader who won’t leave you alone.

Bulletproof Use of Bullet Points - Nobody values friendship more than Aubrey Posen. (Even her best friend, Chloe, can really only be said to consider friendship equally as important as Aubrey does.) The point is: it matters.But Beca Mitchell might just be the most annoying person at Barden University. (Important note: she most definitely is.) Tolerating smug shitheads for the sake of someone else is surely the True Meaning of friendship.

By eliseboobman -

One touch and I was a believer (every kiss it gets a little sweeter) - “I wonder how many there are.” Chloe says, pointing up with her finger. She starts to count, moving her finger every time she does, and Beca smiles as she watches her. It’s impossible to count every star in the sky, but obviously Chloe tries. It’s such a Chloe thing to do.

You’re ripped at every edge but you’re a masterpiece - Beca is in love with Chloe. Chloe is in love with Stacie. Stacie is in love with Aubrey. Everything is messed up. (The unrequited love AU that nobody asked for.)

By obstinate_questionings -

This World Is Gonna Burn (Baby You Should Stick Around) - Beca really should have let Chloe know how much she hated ghost stories.[Halloween fic.]

By shitqueen -

Silhouettes -  It’s quite worrisome, how happy-go-lucky, doesn’t know the meaning of boundaries, across-neighbour Chloe Beale doesn’t bother her.  She doesn’t dwell on it though, she just continues on with life and focuses on what’s in front of her. Like, giving Jesse his Chinese food and pushing his legs off her sofa.(or: beca thinks everything is perfect, then chloe moves in across from her. being domestic as hell and secretly in love with each other for two years  come after.)

oh the habits of my heart - Listen, Beca’s not gay.She’s, like, only mildly attracted to German blondes. And, like, half-ish attracted to weirdo redheads with no knowledge on boundaries and how to respect them. So, yeah. Beca’s not gay.

By novel_concept26 -

Storytellers and Legends - Dr. Mitchell has the habit of kicking off his classes with personal stories: stories about a girl so outrageous, she couldn’t possibly be real. At least, that’s what Chloe always told herself. 

(Accidentally) Taking Aim - For Kay’s prompt: “At Barden, the acapella groups are naturally drawn to understanding the world through music. It’s the language they speak, from toners to aca-children, but most of all in the harmonies they make with their mouths. So is it really any wonder that Chloe is falling so hard when Beca is wooing her with her music, even if it’s completely by accident?”

Secrecy - Chloe and Aubrey are best friends; always have been, always will be. Which is what makes this whole thing so weird. Because, see, best friends don’t keep secrets from each other. Most of the time.

Some Kind of Home - Home is where the heart is; Chloe is just better at following hers than most people. Not that Beca gets that at all.

By reliquiaen -

I Am Not Worthy (Not Worthy of This) - Prompt: “I found your tumblr but you don’t know and urg now you’re posting about your crush on this cute person oh wait is that me.”  Got waaaay out of hand.

Jesse’s Girl - “It’s an inner monologue of curses and other assorted expletives coupled with self-derogatory slurs that’s been skipping scratchily through her head for the past ten minutes.” - AU

By lismicro -

this love ain’t enough to leave you - On a one-way trip to Los Angeles, aspiring DJ Beca Mitchell doesn’t expect her world to change. Enter Chloe Beale, photographer and journalist, who doesn’t know how to make hers stand still.

By mooosicaldreamz -

mix the bourgeoisie and the rebel (we got the gift of melody) - Beca is an up and coming producer, Chloe Beale is pop’s newest princess. This is the story of how they fall in love.

By echo_wolf -

Something You Want, Something You Need - Beca Mitchell’s not really sure how, but a copper-haired Cocker Spaniel (who walked into her bathroom while she was singing in the shower) managed to change her life and give her Chloe Beale.  Or the story of how DJ-just-moved-in-down-the-hall Beca and  travelling-private-music-instructor Chloe succeed to be disgustingly domestic with a dog and 5000 miles distance.

By galpalkru -

Don’t You (Forget About Me) - If you drunkenly sleep with your best friend, you’re both just supposed to pretend that you don’t remember, right? Even if you know that she knows that you know that she knows. Yeah.Or the one where Beca and Chloe sleep together and refuse to be the first to admit that they both remember everything.

By lamachine -

embrace the weirdness -  She was working for a sex line. Chloe was a phone sex operator.  Okay. That one, Beca needed time to process.

By theamberissubtle -

Aca-awkward - Chloe gets caught sexting in class by a lecturer who also happens to be the unsuspecting father of her girlfriend.

By chloebeale -

All Apologies - Beca can’t believe it when her gorgeous redheaded neighbor shows up on her doorstep. When she starts crying, admitting that she’s run over what she thinks is Beca’s cat, she doesn’t have the heart to tell her that the feline belongs to the old man next door. And when Chloe locks her keys in her car, she can’t help but invite her in. But even Beca doesn’t expect what happens next.

I’ll stop there for now… I hope you enjoy!

Can I Have This Dance? | Jughead Jones

Originally posted by sssssssim

Pairing: Jughead x Reader

Description: The school dance is coming up but you’ve given up hope in getting a date.

Warnings: none!

Word Count: 2014. It’s long, I’m sorry.

A/N: This is based off a prompt and… I don’t know how I feel about it? It’s cute, though so I’m posting it. Also, the image of Jug climbing up to someone’s window is cute so I’m sorry. I HAD TO.

“Ugh, I hate these things,” you groaned, ripping down one of the posters for the school dance that was coming up next week. Truth be told, you didn’t actually hate them - you just hated not having anyone to go with. You had your friends but at the same time you’d want just for once to go with a date. Someone that genuinely liked and cared about you you. Was that so hard to ask for? For a few years you had hope that someone might ask you but over the last couple of dances you’d just given up. It hadn’t happened so it probably wasn’t going to.

“Another night at Pops for us then?” Your friend Jughead asked, pulling open his locker and glancing at you as you screwed the piece of paper up and tossed it to the floor without a care in the world. “Whoa, littering now? What a rebel.”

You shot him a glare, opening up your own locker to pull out a few books. “Shut it, Jones. Pop’s sounds good, though. Burgers on you, milkshakes on me?”

“Unless you want to be the kind best friend that I know you are and pay for everything?” He casually threw his arm around your shoulder as you walked down the hallway to your class.

“You wish, pal.”

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Just a Pretty Face

Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader

Warnings: Steamy kissing? So much fluff you’ve been warned

Word Count: 12, 175

Summary: Reader is Peter Parker’s best friend and realizes they are hopelessly in love with him while sifting through all the milestones in the relationship.


A/N: This is my very first fic! I know it’s really long; I may or may not have gotten carried away. It’s mostly a series of memories leading to the point I guess? I read this over before posting it and cringed for my life but here goes nothing! I am a science student, not a writer so please forgive its crappiness. I hope you enjoy it!

Originally posted by fuckyeahtonystark

I learned early on in life that being a female I’d have to face many more challenges than any male whether it was in a school setting, career or even buying a god-damned car. My mother told me that even something so mundane like buying car would be another challenge to face with sexist stereotypes. When a man walks into a dealership he is asked what kind of car he is looking for; the specs and all. When a woman walks into a dealership she is asked what color she’s looking for.

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hurt | peter parker

Title: Hurt

Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader

Summary: Y/N and Peter have just gotten back from a mission and he’s all hot and bothered; time jump: two years

Warnings: heated make out session; vision acting like a dad (I cry), swearing

Word Count: 731


“Baby!” You whined, pouting a bit.

You had just laid down after an exhausting mission, but your boyfriend had other plans. As soon as the door to his bedroom on the base was shut, Peter was kissing you wherever he could find exposed skin. “You looked amazing out there, babe.” He complimented quietly, hastily leaving sloppy kisses down your neck.

“I figured. Since you missed that landing because you were staring at my ass.” You joked, causing his cheeks to turn pink. It was true, he had been watching you do a move that Natasha had taught you with your thighs and had missed his landing. He hit the ground pretty hard and it took everything in you not to laugh. “You literally ate shit because you were staring at my ass!”

He peppered kisses back up your collar bone, “I. Was. Not. Staring. At. Your. Ass.” The last was a bit more prolonged than the others, “I was watching my girlfriend kick ass. There’s a difference.”

You raised an eyebrow, “You sure? Because–” You were cut off when he finally reached your sweet spot, sucking on it before slowly nibbling and nipping at the skin. Your breath became shaking as you tried to suppress a moan, “Peter, we can’t–”

“Just be quiet, babe, and we won’t get caught.” He grinned before going back to working his magic on your neck. A sigh escaped your lips as he continued. You bit your lip to keep yourself quiet, it wouldn’t be pretty if you two were found out.

The two of you were the youngest members on the team at only seventeen years old. It caused the other members to be very protective over you, some more than others. Peter was practically a son to Tony after two years as his “intern” meanwhile Natasha was like a mother to you after she took you under her wing when you joined four years ago.

However neither of them were aware of your relationship and it wouldn’t be pretty if they found out this way. Natasha would not hesitate to use her Widow’s Bites on Peter much to Tony’s dismay. You’d also never hear the end of how you corrupted Peter from Tony either.

The only reason no one was busting down the door currently was because you guys used to shut it when you studied together. It was a rather normal occurrence so it didn’t raise suspicion. They also seemed to be oblivious to what was truly going on, apparently you and Peter had gotten good at hiding it.

A soft whimper escaped your lips at the loss of contact as Peter pulled away to take your shirt off of you. He pulled it over your head before bringing you into his lap and placing his lips on yours. The kiss was passionate and needy, it wasn’t long before you were pulling down his suit and kissing down his neck.

He placed his hands on your chest, groaning at how hard you were sucking at his neck. He would definitely be sporting red and purple bruises across his pale skin tomorrow. “Y/N,” you smirked before your lips met once more. You ran your fingers through his light brown hair, which was curling at the ends due to sweat that had formed from the battle less than two hours ago.

Another groan escaped from between his lips as you grinded your hips into his, your butt rubbing up against him. Before you could do anymore, a third voice spoke up, “I am so sorry.” The two of you broke apart to see Vision, who undoubtedly had entered Peter’s room through the wall. He had turned his back and was covering his eyes. Peter took that time to cover you both with his comforter before telling Vision it was okay to turn around.

“I thought Mr. Parker was hurt and in need of assistance. I presume you two are dating?” He asked, still horrified that he had walked in on you. You both nodded slowly, “Great. Next time I will use the door.”

He disappeared back through the wall rather quickly. You looked at Peter, your eyes wide, clutching the comforter to your chest. He opened his mouth, but before he could get a word out Vision appeared once again, “I also presume you two will keep the door open? So we can keep an eye on you?”

Peter lazily shot a web at the door, quickly pulling it open, still in shock from the android’s original entrance. Vision smiled gratefully.


Past the black where sirens sing

Originally posted by myloveseokjin

Pairing: Yoongi x Reader

Genre: Siren!Au / Angst / One-shot

Rated T for mentions of blood and mature themes (nothing too heavy tho)

Word count: 3.8k

Synopsis: Two in the morning, during this moonless night, as Yoongi is playing his demons away with slender fingers above the white and black of a piano keys.

And nothing would be different than usual, really, if it wasn’t for the strange girl sitting at his window, claiming to be a siren in love with his music.

Author’s note: for my loved @yoongihime, even tho it’s a couple of days late and she deserves so much more than this <3 

I love you, sweetie ❤

Yoongi doesn’t consider himself a believer. He never fell for the shining lure of myths and tales, nor for the solace of a higher being molding the universe – the hell, he didn’t even believe in the monsters under his bed when he was only a naïve tiny child.

These days some people would call him a cynical man, yet Yoongi knows that this is not really the case, for he simply holds his faith closer to the rational state of his mind rather than to the realm of pointless delirium. If the eyes can’t see it, then why should he presume it real, after all?

Just use the damn brain you had the luck to born with, for God’s sake.

So, Yoongi is well aware that all these people always ready to raise their finger at him and mark him as a crude, cold human being would now be left astonished, if they saw him in his room with a completely unamused expression as he stills his fingers above the piano keys and asks “so, what exactly are you?” to the beautiful, strange girl perched on his windowsill.

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  • your wrist always had this cute tattoo on it from the moment you were born
  • it was a very innocent and childish sentence so your parents imagined you might meet your soulmate when you were a small kid
  • so of course they explained from early on that if someone said “Excuse me, that’s my friend!” you had to tell them immediately
  • one day you were playing in the park while your parents were eating something on a bench not far from you
  • you met two little boys who seemed to know each other and you got along with one of them surprisingly well
  • but one of them was a little shy and barely talked, probably because he didn’t know you that well
  • you had made a new friend and you were so happy, took his hand and said “let’s go down the slide together!”
  • then the shy kid stood up and took his friend’s hand back 
  • “Excuse me, that’s my friend!”
  • your eyes shot right open “You’re my super best friend now!”
  • you could just say that last sentence before his mom called him to go home immediately, no excuses
  • you ran to your parents telling them what happened
  • after that you visited the park often 
  • but you never saw your soulmate there again
  • you were heartbroken as a little kid who just found their soulmate but also lost him after a few minutes of knowing him
  • your parents did remember the exact words you said to him so if you’d ever encounter him again she’d be sure by looking at his wrist
  • *fast forward a lot of years*
  • you still went to the park often hoping you’d see your soulmate again
  • it was sad honestly because like what’s the chance that after so many years he’d come here again?
  • this week though something changed
  • there’s been a guy who comes to read here for an hour or something for a few days in a row
  • it seemed like he didn’t want to be bothered so you left him alone
  • you two had a little in common you noticed because one day you were reading the same book 
  • when you noticed you smiled and waited for him to notice you because this was the funniest coincidence in a while
  • after a few chapters he looked up and when he saw you, you laughed and motioned to your book
  • at first he was smiling as well until he noticed something 
  • he came over to you (which tbh you didnt expect because he looked so shy and stuff)
  • “I can’t believe it wow. Look, my tattoo!” and then 
  • OHHH
  • you saw the exact words you’ve been hoping to see for a long time 
    “You’re my super best friend now!”
  • but instead of being happy you hit him on the shoulder, almost shoving him of the bench
  • “What? You’re supposed to be happy?! After maybe years of having lost you?”
  • you then explained how you’ve been to this park for about every week
  • your soulmate started smiling “I’ve been doing the same, but I guess we always went on another day…”
  • but on vacations you were there the whole week so you were confused how you could’ve missed him
  • apparently his stupid ass always went on vacation or had other plans
  • after talking for a few hours he realised he never told you his name
  • “Oh by the way let me introduce myself, I’m Wonwoo.”
  • “Hi Wonwoo, I’m your soulmate Y/n”


A Place To Call Home  pt. 9


Pairing: Dylan O'Brien x Reader

Wordcount: 11,069

Warnings: Language, mentions of abuse, smut (bad smut, but there’s smut)

A/N: SURPRISE?! I know you guys have been waiting a long time for this part and it’s finally here! I’m sorry that it’s taken me so long to get it up, getting through this part was really a struggle for me and I’m not sure why. Every time I thought it was done I wasn’t happy with it and I started it over. I’m actually pretty happy with how this came out and I hope you all like it! Hopefully the next part wont take as long to get up. I was going to leave you all with another cliffhanger but I decided since you had to wait so long for this I would be nice and not torture you with that. 

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» Part one

Everything is grey
His hair, his smoke, his dreams

Author: amsimaria
Word count: 10K
Feature: Jimin x Reader (mentions of other Bts members)
Genre: Angst/slight Fluff (Rated M)
Warnings: Violence, Mentions of sexual acts, Punk Jimin, Depression, Swearing, Addiction, Soft drugs use, (Eventual smut, not in this part).

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court-side love.

sebastain stan x reader.

warnings: none, i don’t think. 

request:  I watched an NBA game one night and they showed the kiss cam and there was a mom with a little girl and it was adorable! So, I thought how cute would it be if Sebastian took your 2 year old girl and you (his wife) to an NBA game and the kiss cam would be on them so he would give her many kisses on her face and she would giggle. Can you write one like that? - @starwxars

AN: this is fluff which i’m not great at or confident doing but i hope i did it justice. it’s also really short and the ending sux soooo it’s k.

excitement radiated through the stan household the morning you woke up, not only was your husband finally home but you were officially 20 weeks pregnant with your second child and able to find out the sex of the baby. you and sebastian had been on a back and forth about finding out the sex ever since you’d found out you were pregnant - you being for finding it out and sebastian being against, but after a few weeks of pushing and persuading, he’d finally given in.

stretching your body, you let out a small groan and a sigh before relaxing again, the little life in your stomach given it’s own small kick against your ribs. just as you were about to sit up and start your day, two strong arms wrapped themselves around your midsection, pulling you closer to a bare chest. sebastian sighed into your hair and pulled you impossibly closer before grumbling, “and where do you think you’re going?”

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Finding out that Dustin likes you:

Originally posted by gifsme

- Finding out he likes you from Mike and Lucas when you overhear the two talking about who Dustin likes and begging them to tell you.
- Mike stays true to Dustin and doesn’t say anything but Lucas finds the whole situation hilarious so he tells you.
- Dustin standing behind you the whole time and flipping his shit when Lucas gives him away.
- “I told you not to tell her you son of a bitch!" 
- Lucas just laughing but feeling bad.
- You look at Mike and he just raises his eyebrows at you.
- Immediately realising that he’s asking if you feel the same way.
- Nodding at him, causing Mike to grin.
- Dustin and Lucas stop arguing and look at you expectantly.
- "Dustin,” You say, “I like you too.”
- Blushing from the two of you.
- A huge smile just spreads across his face.
- Mike and Lucas just smile at each other.
- “Dustin and Y/N sitting in a tree-”
- “Shut up!” You and Dustin both say in unison.
- The two of you spend the day together after that, talking, watching Star Wars. 
- There’s about to be a ‘moment’ when suddenly Lucas’ voice fills the room.
- “Son of a-”
- Dustin reaches for the walkie talkie and proceeds to swear at Lucas.
-You burst out laughing and kiss him on the cheek.

A/N: I feel like we need more Stranger Things fan fiction but it’s weird when 20-year-olds ship themselves with 14-year-olds. It doesn’t bother me when I do it because I’m fourteen, but the fact the adults do it just creeps me out, This is just my opinion.