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A/N: I know I have been AWOL, my computer has been very stupid and annoying. Let me know what you guys think xox 

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“You’re n-not, um, w-wearing anything under that, are you…?”                     “Are you trying to turn me on right now or are you really just that oblivious?”                                                                                                        “I-I just wasn’t expecting that. But I liked it. A lot.”


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Studying? I think not/// Ethan Cutkosky SMUT

Studying? I think not//Ethan Cutkosky SMUT

Word count: 2008

Warnings: full on smut


(Y/N)’s p.o.v

I anxiously bit my lip, today was the day Ethan was coming back from playlist.

He offered for me to go with him but I turned him down, I had to stay here and deal with school, it was currently midterm week and I needed to study.

I had recently finished my first five test, Writing, Reading, history and Science. I now had to take my Latin and math one, the two I knew I would fail.

I mean I’m not bad at math it’s just not my strong suit, and neither is Latin.

I texted Ethan and told him about it and he told me as soon as he unpacked he would come over and help me study. But little did I know he had other plans.

“Hey babe” Ethan said kissing the side of my head. I smiled.

“Hey” I mumbled while wrapping my arms around him, he was like a huge teddy bear.

“Alright, let’s get started” he said.

I pulled out my Latin binder, Latin worksheets, Latin translations, and Latin textbook.

Ethan rubbed the side of his head, “why didn’t you pick Spanish”

I rolled my eyes “I didn’t pick Spanish because I can’t make a decision until high school, I’m still in eighth grade remember?”

Ethan only sighed and got in a comfortable position on my bed.

“Let’s start with translating some sentences then we can work on Roman numerals and derivatives” Ethan said looking through my stuff. I nodded my head.

“Alright can you translate this sentence ‘ubi est nilus fluvius?’ ”

I smiled “easy, where is the Nile river”

Ethan smiled “correct, ok next sentence 'Africa et Europa in Rheni fluminis’”

“The Rhine river is not in Africa but Europe” i responded.

“Correct babygirl”

Ethan leaned in and placed a soft kiss on my lips. I giggled and pulled away.

“Come on lover boy, you said you would help me study, not make out with me”

“But I prefer this much more” he mumbled on my lips.

I rolled my eyes and pushed him away. “Come on, the faster we get threw this, the more time we’ll have together to do what you want”

He only sighed and we continued practicing Translations.

“Ok, we’ve gone threw almost 90 translations, can we move onto Roman numerals and derivatives?” Ethan asked.

“Yup” he opened my binder and flipped to the second column and opened the rings to take out my derivative and Roman numerals worksheet.

“Ok, so when i say the number in Latin, say it in English and name one derivative, ok?” He explained.

I nodded, “seams simple enough”

“Alright, unum”

“The number is one and a derivative could be unison”

“Duo”

“The number is two and a derivative is duplex”

“Quinque”

“Five, quintet”

“Sex”

“Six, sextuplets”

We went on and stoped at thirty.

“Alright I think your in pretty good shape (y/n)”

I blushed, “thanks, now. Time for math”.

I reached over for my bag and pulled out the algebra textbook and my notebook.

“I don’t need as much help with math, I just need help with slope intersect form, and all the lines that have to do with slope and graphing”

Ethan’s p.o.v

I watched as she grabbed her backpack and took out her textbook and notebook, she looked so pretty.

Her hair was up in a high ponytail and some strands of hair had fallen out. She was wearing my oversized sweatshirt that I had left here a before I left for playlist. She had paired the sweatshirt with some shorts.

Her mouth was open and words were coming out but I couldn’t focus on them, I was too busy checking her out.

“Hellooo, earth the Ethan?” (y/n) said whiles snapping her fingers in front of my face.

“Mhhh, what as that?” I asked.

(y/n) rolled her eyes “I said, I don’t need as much help with math, I just need help with slop intersect form, and all the lines that have to do with slope and graphing” she repeated.

I nodded “ok, let’s get started”

I took her textbook and opened it to a bookmarked page that was highlighted with different colors and little notes on the margin.

I then opened up her notebook to the first page and see a bunch of notes. Something’s were highlighted and there were notes on the side just like her textbook.

“Why do you highlight things and write notes everywhere?”

“The highlighters all have their own meaning. Yellow means I totally understand what I’m learning, pink means I I’m completely lost, and orange means I somewhat get it. The notes are supposed to help me when we take open book quizzes” she said sheepishly.

“I got the idea from teen wolf, remember? You were there. We were cuddling on my bed while catching up on the series because I wanted to and you agreed to it for some odd reason, stiles was helping malia study and he asked her why she highlighted things” she continued on.

I nodded my head remembering. “Does it help you?”

“Yeah, it works out perfectly. I stay after school and get help with the stuff that are pink”

I sighed. “Ok, well les get to work”

I skimmed threw her textbook and saw some practice Problems that she had highlighted pink.

“Ok (y/n) what are the two slope equations that you have to know?”

“Umm, y=mx+b and y1-y=m(x-x1)?”

“You partially got it right the second formula is y-y1=m(x-x1)”

She nodded and i looked at her notebook and asked her.

“How do you find slope?”

“You have to have your y and x axis graphed then you do y2-y1 over x2-x1 and you have your slope”

I nodded “you got it right, let’s try a problem”

“Ok”

“Passes through (-2,5) and (3,9)”

“Ok so first you have to find the slope so you do y2-y1 over x2-x1 and you get 4/5 as your slope, then you fill in the numbers and it will be y-5=4/5(x-(-2))”

I smiled “yup, your so smart baby girl” I cooed.

She only blushed and looked down I chuckled at her.

“Ok time for graphing, state the x and y intercepts for the function, then graph the function”

(y/n) reached over and grabbed her graphing book.

“The function is 2x - 3y = 6, solve it”

(y/n) waisted no time. She quickly jotted down the function and stared plugging in numbers for each side to find x and y. When she did she bit down on her pencil and furrowed her eyebrows obviously confused. She then erased half of her work and plugged in zero to see where that would get her, after she did that she found the intercepts and graphed the function.

She handed me the notebook and I looked down at her work, it was messy but clean and the same time. I checked the work and handed it back and nodded my head.

We continued to study until I couldn’t take it anymore.

“(y/n) we’ve went over everything, your so smart you need to have faith in yourself babygirl”

She nodded and rubbed her eyes.

“Now, time to have fun” i smirked.

I started to take all of her books, papers, and binders off of her bed so that it was just me and her.

I gently pushed her so she was laying down on the bed and started leaving wet butterfly kisses from up her neck to her lips.

She tangled her hands in my hair and kissed me harder. She wrapped her legs around my waist.


We continued kissing for a while before I pulled away to take off my shirt and 'her’ sweatshirt.

I looked at her and saw that she wasn’t wearing anything underneath. I let out a low growl and mumbled 'fuck’.

She blushed and covered her chest.

“Don’t babygirl, your beautiful” I said while unraveling her arms from her chest.

I leaned down and left love bites on her collarbone. I didn’t leave a lot, I knew she didn’t like it when I left them out in the open, she would get in trouble for it.

I took her right breast into my hand and sucked on it. I bit down on her nipple and it turned into a hard bud. I did this to the other breast.

I then moved down and teasingly started to pull off her shorts. She whined at my slow pace and took matters into her own hands and ripped off her shorts

I smirked. Only I had this effect on her.

I sucked in a harsh breath when I saw her white lace underwear. I could feel myself hardening even more.

I took off her underwear and placed my head in between her legs and placed wet kisses on the inside of her thighs.

I stopped when my lips met her heat. I inhaled and kissed her clit. She moaned my name and fisted the sheets.

I then stuck my tongue inside her and moved it around a little. I then brought up my hand and stuck in my index finger.

“Ethan” (y/n) moaned. She grabbed my hair and pushed my head in deeper. I grabbed her hands and placed them back down. And started going faster making (y/n) squirm, moan, and play with my hair.

“Ethan, I-I-I’m going to-”

“I got you babygirl” my pace fastened and (y/n) arched her back and came in my mouth and hand. I swallowed it all and licked her clean. I then sucked off the rest of her juices that was on my hand.

I stood and took off my pants and boxers my member sprung up and hit my stomach. (y/n) got up and sat on the edge of her bed and took my length into her hands.

She licked the tip and slowly slid it into her mouth. What she couldn’t fit in her mouth she wrapped her fingers around and massaged.

“Mhhh, babygirl right there I said while wrapping her hair around my hands and pushing my length farther into her mouth.

She started bobbing her head up and down. I moaned and released into her mouth.

She swallowed it all and I picked her up and placed her on the bed and positioned myself at her entrance.

"Ready babygirl?” She nodded her head in respons. I slowly slid myself in and waited for her to get used to my size. When she did I started going faster.

“Mghhh, Ethan fatserrr” I oblige and went faster slamming in and out of her.

“Princess I’m going to come”

“Me too”

“On the count of three, ok?”

“Ok”

I got in a few more thrust before I pulled out and came on her stomach.

I got off of her bed and went into her bathroom and got some paper napkins and went back to her room to wipe off the seamen that was on her stomach.

“I love you” I cooed before kissing her lips

“I love you t-”

“(y/n), honey are you home?”

(y/n) and I looked at each other at he sound of her moms voice. We shot up and quickly put on our cloths.

I opened her window and she sprayed some of her perfume. We jumped on her bed and I grabbed some flashcards from the floor and fixed my hair.

“What’s osmosis?” I questioned just as her mom opened her door.

“(y/n) what have I told you about closing the door when you have Ethan over? This door is to stay open. Okay?” Her mom said.

(y/n) smiled and nodded “alright mom”

“Hello Ethan”

I smiled and waved “hey Mrs. (y/l/n)”

Her mom smiled and walked out he door. (y/n) and I let out sighs and fell back on her bed.

“That was close” I mumbled.

Five Times When... || Peter Parker x Reader

{summary: while spending the night at ned’s place along with peter, you begin to think back on all of the memories you shared with the young dork while trying to figure out his feelings for you.}

admittedly, this is not peter’s soulmate au, but i really wanted to write this imagine so…enjoy~

permanent tags: @psychicwitchphilosopher

warnings: none

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You had a hunch that Peter Parker may have a crush on you, but you couldn’t say with absolute certainty that he viewed you in a romantic light.

Being best friends with Ned Leeds since you were in fifth grade, it was obvious that your paths would cross with Peter on numerous occassion, seeing as though the boy was also a good friend of Ned’s. You got along just fine with Peter, only feeling a tad bit envious when he and Ned would do cool Guy Stuff™ together while sometimes excluding you from their activities completely.

Take right now, for example. Ned’s parents absolutely adored you and Peter and seldom minded whenever Ned invited you both over for a sleepover. Your days would be filled with time spent on videogames and binge watching all of your favorite movies. However, when it was time to turn in for the night, you would be forced to sleep in the guest room as Peter was allowed to stay with Ned in his room.

Admittedly, this made you incredibly jealous. It’s not like either boys particularly liked you-

At least, that’s what you thought.

Which was what brought you to your current situation. As you lay in complete darkness, staring blankly at the ceiling, you thought back to five specific incidences where Peter acted way more than just a friend to you, making you question if his feelings toward you truly were just purely platonic in nature.

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Library Calls

Here’s some bughead fanfiction that nobody asked me to do but I got bored and horny so…Also don’t read this if you don’t like smut or if you know me irl. I will die of embarrassment. This for all my fellow bughead sinners, so here goes my first fic.

Library Calls Pt. II: The Prop Room

Library Calls Pt. 3

Words: 1648

Warnings: Don’t read this if you don’t like Bughead smut, hoe don’t do it *does it*

Betty had just finished up her biology homework in the library when her phone started ring. The ring tone Candy Girl by the pussycats started blasting from her phone and before she knew it the librarian was giving her the stink eye. Great. As if she didn’t hate me more.

“Shush!” The librarian hissed as she fumbled for her phone’s silent switch.

“Uh-uh I’m sorry! I’ll just turn my phone off.”

She quickly silenced the phone before she could see the raven-haired boy’s smirk pop up on her phone. Jughead was calling her. Looking at his quite pleased with himself expression in the picture on her phone made her feel guilty for not being able to answer it. She knew she still had to finish AP English and Algebra homework before she could even indulge in seeing that boy. Having that boy even within walking distance was not going to help with her focus. Resist Betty, resist she thought to herself when imagining him strolling through the library in his leather jacket and oh…

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the lovers code | peter parker x hero!reader

Originally posted by tomshollandss

PART 2 to THE SUPERHERO CODE

notes: this chapter includes some spoilers from the movie. and sorry that it’s so rushed i’m writing this at like 11 in the night. and i apologize for the ending to this part.

tags: @sleeplessnightsonline, @procrasinationprincess, @t0mholland, @skymoonandstardust, @aussie-mantle, @imagines-multifan, @monsis-world, @holycoldcoffee, @kidensdouble88


“So instead of going to the party and helping your crush live down his humiliation, you ended up spending the night with Spiderman?” Michelle questioned. You rolled your eyes.

“I wouldn’t say I spent the whole night with him. It was for a mission. The way you say it sounds like I slept with him.” You stated, as you and the brown haired girl navigated yourselves through the halls of Midtown High. “Did you?” Michelle questioned, giving you a look. “NO!”

“I told you, I asked him about the whole Peter thing and he told me that he likes me.” You reminded her. Michelle nodded, as we entered the library. “But he doesn’t know that your her underneath the mask?” “Nope.”

“Well, that’s great. If he likes you that means he knows you, so we can find out who he is.” Michelle explained, as the two of you sat down at a table near the back of the library. You shrugged. “What if I don’t want to know who he is.”

This made Michelle stop, taking out her book, and she turned to face you, making direct eye contact. “You just found out a superhero has a crush on you, and you don’t want to find out who he is?” You nodded as you took out your algebra textbook. 

“He and I have a good partnership. I don’t want to ruin that. Besides I have a crush on Peter, and he knows it. So if I told him my identity it would hurt him.” You explained as you opened your textbook to page 126.

Michelle sighed. “You always tell me how you can’t be with Peter because it would put him in danger. Spiderman’s a hero, who likes you. And since he’s a hero he can’t be put into anymore danger than he already is in.” 

“So I’m supposed to forget all about my feelings for Peter and fall for a guy I don’t even know.” Michelle shook her head. She took out her textbook and flipped to the same page and we began to work on our homework. 

Peter and Ned showed up and approached us. “Hey, ladies.” Ned greeted. You offered him a small smile while Michelle just stared at him blankly. Peter gave you a goofy grin which made your stomach do a flip, and Michelle was aware of it. “So, Michelle…” Ned began but ended and gestured to his eye. He closed one of them and he just looked weird okay.

“What’s he doing?” You questioned. “I think he’s trying to wink at me.” Michelle answered, eyeing the boy. “Is he going to stop? It’s starting to freak me out” “I’m standing right here and I can hear you.” Ned reminded you. He turned to Michelle and gestured with his head towards the book cases

Peter sat down in Michelle’s deserted seat. “So, did you enjoy the party last night?” He asked. You shrugged. “I honestly thought high school parties were supposed to be more entertaining.” Peter nodded. You bit your lip as you tried to avoid eye contact. Peter opened his mouth to say something but was interrupted by Ned showing him a Star Wars book. 


“You should ask Peter to homecoming.” Michelle told you as you walked by one of the many banners for the upcoming dance. You shook your head. “I explained this to you, Michelle. Dating Peter goes against the superhero code.” You explained for probably the millionth time. 

“Okay, hear me out. You’re not going to date him, cause that will go against your little code. You’re just going to go to Homecoming with him. One dance does not mean you will break your code. After all aren’t superheroes supposed to get an award for all the hard-work they do. Peter will be your reward.” Michelle explained to you. 

You nodded, this making perfect sense to you. One dance wouldn’t hurt. You get to live out your fantasy of dating Peter for one night yet keeping him a away from all the danger. As if it was fate, Peter walked out of a classroom with a determined look on his face. And with you thinking that you wouldn’t break the code, you walked up to Peter. 

“Doyouwanttogotohomecomingwithme?” The both of you asked at the same time. Even though the words were pretty jumbled, you realized what Peter asked you and were taken a back. Peter gave you one of those adorable smiles of his and nodded. “I would love to go to homecoming with you.” He stated. You chuckled.

“Also if Ned asks, can you tell him that I asked you and you said yes?” Peter asked. You nodded, agreeing to do the very same. Peter left with a goofy smile on his face as he walked down the hallway with what appeared to be a skip in his step.

Michelle approached you. “Looks who has finally grown a pair.” That’s when a thought finally hit you that you totally forgot about.

“What about Spidey?” 


 It was finally Homecoming and you, Peter, Ned, and Michelle were receiving a ride from Liz, her date, and her dad. Her dad looked very familiar to you though. Like you’ve seen him when you were with Spiderman, but you just couldn’t figure out where. Mr. Allen had Peter and Liz’s date stay in the car while the rest of us went into the dance. He wanted to lay down the law or something on them. Idk?

When you walked into the decorated gym your eyes fell upon a man you recognized. He was one of those burglars working with the bird guy. He had this glint in his eyes, as if he was about to cause some trouble. The man walked out the backdoor and you knew you had to follow him. But you couldn’t just ditch Peter. So you went to look for him. You found the boy, only because the two of you were about to run into each other. 

You both opened your mouths to say something. “You go first.” You told Peter, knowing your news was probably worse. Peter sighed and ran a hand through his hair. 

“(Y/N), I have dreamed about going out with you so many times that I don’t even remember when I started. And when we both asked each other to homecoming I was overjoyed. I even asked Aunt May for some advice so that this night would be perfect for you. But, I’m so sorry to have to say this. But I have to go.” You nodded, trying your best to hold in tears. 

This whole time, he liked you back. You two could’ve been together if it wasn’t for that stupid code. You had no idea why he had to leave though, but he did. 

Michelle saw the whole ordeal from the beverage table and was immediately by your side giving you a hug. “I-I have to go.” You stuttered out. “You don’t have to leave the dance just because your date ditched you-” Michelle started. “No, it’s superhero business.” 

With that you ran out of the gym to your locker to take out your costume and you went outside where you saw Spiderman in a hoodie being thrown into a bus by the guy you saw walking out of the gym. 

You went to check on the odd-fashioned spider as you shot a taser at the guy. You spent the rest of your homecoming night fighting off the Vulture and dealing with the massive heartbreak you felt.

ithinktothink  asked:

I'm interested in computer science and I was wondering if you would recommend any starter books on computer science/algorithms/math for computer science? A lot of terms and ideas come up in some of the online programming tutorials that I don't really understand. Thanks so much and I love your blog!

Hey, thank you! :) Those are some books I have.

  1. Deitel books.
  2. Discrete and Combinatorial Mathematics by Ralph P. Grimaldi.
  3. Linear Algebra with Applications by George Nakos and David Joyner.
  4. Computer Organization and Design by David A. Patterson and John L. Hennessy.
  5. Yet Another Haskell Tutorial by Haul Daumé III.
  6. The C Programming Language  by Brian Kernighan and Dennis Ritchie.
  7. Algorithms: a functional programming approach by Fethi Rabbi and Guy Lapalme.
  8. Data Structures and Algorithms in Java by Michael T. Goodrich & Roberto Tamassia.

Highly recommended: Clean Code and The Clean Coder by Robert C. Martin.

You can view an answered question about AI books here.

Rough Mornings || Peter Parker x Reader [[request]]

[[request prompt: A request where Peter is having a rough day and he’s tired and super grumpy and then misses his train and he’s super upset and he goes to a coffee shop or something and the reader spills coffee on him and instead of getting mad he is like instantly happy and nervous and he plans a date and the end is all fluff please?!]]

I’m determined to make this super fluffy (๑˃̵ᴗ˂̵)و

tags: {anonymous}

{{request status: open}}

warnings: none, just smol bean peter bein’ upset because he’s having a bad day.

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When Peter woke up fifteen minutes late this morning, he knew that today was not going to be his day.

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Liam- As Long As You’re There

Request-  hi I love your writing!could you write a Liam one where the reader is tutoring him and she’s like really shy and awkward but she likes him a lot and Liam is super oblivious to it so she asks Lydia to help her be like more appealing to him but when she shows up all made up he makes a weird comment so she gets sad and runs away and then someone tells him he’s dumb and she likes him so he goes to her and tells her he liked her just the way she was before her makeover and it’s all cute and stuff?

A/N- Last imagine in the ask! I’ll be opening it up soon.

You stood in front of the stained bathroom mirror, quickly combing through your hair with your fingers. Maybe it was a little ridiculous to be worrying about your appearance when all you were doing was tutoring someone, but today was different. Liam made you worry, because between all the joking and the laughing and the algebra, you realized that he wasn’t just a dumb lacrosse player.
He was sweet, and unlike some of the other kids you were assigned to help, he actually treated you like a human being, and not some smart freak. Maybe you didn’t care so much about makeup or fashion. Those just hadn’t been your priorities, but you figured the kind of girls Liam dated weren’t exactly the kind that cared about grades and extracurriculars that weren’t cheerleading.
That’s stupid, you suddenly thought. I barely even know him and I’m already judging his taste in girls.
You shook off the thought, telling yourself you shouldn’t assume anything about him, and went back to brushing your hair out of your face.
“Now who are you trying to look pretty for?”
You jumped at the voice, and glanced back to find Lydia Martin leaning against the wall behind you. You blushed furiously, and stood up a little straighter. You hadn’t even noticed her in the mirror.
She was a teacher’s assistant for your English class, and one of the only people you even talked to. The problem with being the weird smart kid was that when you took a regular class to get a break, everyone treated you like you had some kind of disease. The only moments when you weren’t contagious just happened to be when someone needed to copy a homework assignment.
Lydia had been your saving grace throughout that class, and while you were grateful to her, she still kind of scared you.
“No one,” you lied quickly. “I’m just-”
Lydia rolled her eyes, causing you to pause. She peeled herself away from her post on the wall and walked toward you, pursing her glossed lips. “Y/n, it’s okay to want to look pretty for someone. It doesn’t make you any less intelligent.”
“No, I-I know. I just…”
You sighed and looked back at yourself in the mirror. “He’d never feel the same way.”
“Does this he just happen to be Liam?”
You flushed, and had the lovely opportunity to watch yourself turn beet red in the mirror. “How’d you know?”
“You tutor him on Wednesdays and Fridays don’t you?” she asked. “Besides, I see the way you look at him. Total heart eyes.”
“But he’s so popular,” you protested. “And I’m just…I’m not.”
“That doesn’t matter at all,” Lydia told you firmly. “Take it from someone who learned the hard way. If you like him, and he likes you, nothing else counts. It took me way too long to realize that, and I don’t want you missing out.”
“But that’s only  if he even likes me back.”
“I think you’d be surprised just how much he likes you. In my opinion, Liam just hasn’t learned the art of being proactive.”
“So what do I do?”
“You be the proactive one,” she began, but when she saw your frightened face, she rolled her eyes. “Or you do something that turns him into the proactive one.”
“Like what?”
Lydia sighed. “I don’t know, Y/n. Maybe make him jealous?”
“Jealous?” you repeated. “Lydia, have you seen me with guys? What about…what about a makeover?”
“A makeover?” she asked with a frown.
“Yeah!” you told her. “You’re amazing with makeup. You could make me beautiful.”
“Y/n,” she said, her face softening. “You are beautiful.”
“But not Liam’s kind of beautiful,” you pressed.
“Y/n, if that’s not who you are-”
“It’s who I can be,” you cut her off. “I mean, I have potential, right?”
She sighed once more. “You have loads of potential. More than you think, but I just-”
“Please,” you begged. “Please, Lydia. This might be the only way to get his attention.”
She pursed her lips and stared at your face for a while, taking in your serious expression. “Fine…but I’m only doing this to prove that he’d like you with or without the makeup.”
“Okay, whatever,” you agreed. “You have no idea how much this means to me.”
“Yeah, yeah. Don’t thank me yet. How about Friday morning? I can pick you up and do your makeup before school.”
“Yes!” you breathed. “That’s perfect.”
“Good, now get to the library. You don’t want to be late to meet Liam do you?”
You froze, and quickly pulled your phone from the pocket of your jeans. You cursed when you looked at the time, and quickly rushed out of the bathroom.
“Thanks, Lydia!” you called, sparing her one last glance before you rushed out of the bathroom.
She watched you go with a tiny frown, hoping she wasn’t making a mistake by helping you out with this. Makeup and fashion weren’t everything, and she certainly didn’t condone transforming yourself for a guy. She knew Liam was on the lacrosse team, and she knew you didn’t think you were his type, but she also knew that he didn’t really care about that. She just hoped that you’d get the picture before you turned into someone you weren’t.
Outside of the bathroom, you rushed back down the hall to the library. When you pushed open the doors, Liam was already sitting at your usual table, scanning his algebra textbook and frowning.
You hurried over and slipped into your usual seat, causing him to raise his eyebrows at your haste. “Hey, sorry I’m late!”
Liam smiled. “Y/n, you’re only five minutes late.”
“Still,” you continued. “You look like you’re having trouble.”
He shrugged, casting his blue eyes down toward the book. “A little. Mr. Bryant didn’t finish the lesson, so he told us to look in the book, but I don’t understand how any of that has to do with what he taught us.”
“Hm,” you said, leaning over the table to take a closer look.
You rose to your feet and walked over to stand beside him, examining the page before you. “Notes?”
“Oh yeah,” he said, pulling a handful of crumpled papers from his backpack.
You stared at them with pursed lips, and then looked back at Liam. “What?”
“Nothing,” you told him with a smile, smoothing them out on the edge of the table and then placing them beside his textbook.
You leaned in to take a closer look, and Liam was all too aware of how close your shoulder was to his. The scent of your shampoo filled the space around him, like coconut and vanilla, and he fought the urge to lean in closer.
“Okay, so it looks like it’s the same thing,” you began to explain. “And they only call it something different. It’s the same technique. Do you want me to show you?”
You looked over at Liam, and while he was looking at you, he didn’t seem to hear you.
“Liam?”
“What?” he asked, his face going bright red at the fact you had caught him staring.
“Do you want me to show you?” you repeated.
“Oh, uh, no…no I think I got it. It’s just the same technique, right?”
“Yeah,” you told him slowly, almost sure that he hadn’t been listening. “So you’ve got it from here?”
He nodded. “Yeah. But I think you should stick around, just in case I need more help with the homework.”
You shrugged and went back over to sit in your normal seat. “That’s what I’m here for.”
Liam frowned. “So, uh, are you doing anything fun this weekend?”
“Nope, not really,” you told him, rooting through your bag. “Aren’t you supposed to be getting started on your homework?”
Liam swallowed, and quickly glanced away. “Yeah. Yeah, you’re right.”
You looked back up at him, but he was diligently working through the worksheet on the table. You frowned slightly, realizing that maybe you had said the wrong thing, but you didn’t know what to say to remedy the situation.
You cursed yourself for being so oblivious, and it occurred to you that Liam might have been trying to show some interest. It didn’t matter, you decided, because on Friday, Lydia would make you look so amazing that you wouldn’t be able to do anything to mess it up.

“Pout your lips,” Lydia ordered as you sat in the parking lot. “More…okay, there you go.”
You were sitting in the backseat of Lydia’s Toyota, perched on the seat as she brushed, curled, and painted what she claimed to be a masterpiece. Your stomach was twisting with excitement, and maybe a little something else, because while you trusted her, this was totally new to you.
“You can look,” she informed you, pulling a mirror out of her purse and holding it up to you.
“Woah.”
A soft gasp left your throat as you gazed at yourself in the mirror. The girl before you looked alien, foreign, and even though she was you, it seemed as if she was an entirely different person. You trailed your fingers along the intricate fishtail braid Lydia had woven your hair into, and smiled.
“Lydia, you made me look gorgeous.”
She shot you a look. “You always look good, Y/n. It’s just enhanced now.”
You closed the mirror and shot her a look, but your lips were wobbly from keeping your smile in check. “Thank you.”
“You’re welcome,” she said with a roll of her eyes. “Now all you have to do is wow Liam…though it’s not like he isn’t already.”
You smiled and grabbed your bag, then reached out to open the door, shooting her one last glance. “You’re my hero, Lydia.”
“Go be your own hero,” she promptly told you, before rolling her eyes once more.
You grinned as you headed toward the school, ready to do exactly what she said.

You were rifling through your bag when Liam walked into the library later that day, trying to find some of your algebra notes. Your heart was hammering in your chest as you fumbled with the zipper, and it took you so long that by the time you finally got the bag closed, you had already heard the grating of chair legs on the floor.
“Y/n?” Liam asked, raising his eyebrows as he looked down at your ducked head.
“Yeah?” you asked, picking your head up.
Instead of replying, his mouth fell open and he let out a sort of choking noise. His blue eyes were wide with surprise, and you smiled at him. “Do I look good?”
“You…you definitely look different,” he told you, his voice strained.
You frowned. “Lydia did it this morning. I thought…you don’t think it looks good?”
“It’s just so…it’s so weird,” he said thoughtfully.
He came around the other side of the table and reached out to touch the end of your braid. “I mean, you just don’t look like…you. That’s all.”
Your heart began to sink in your chest, dragging all your self confidence down with it. You had been so sure that Liam would love the makeup and the hair, but now, as he stared at you with a frown on his face, it occurred to you that maybe no amount of makeup would ever make him feel the way you dreamed he would.
“You’re right,” you muttered, rising from your seat and grabbing your things. “It’s stupid. I’m gonna go to the bathroom.”
Liam blinked those baby blue eyes in confusion, and you just couldn’t stand them on you anymore. You turned away, walking as quickly as you could toward the doors and trying to fight the tears about to fall.
“Y/n, wait!” Liam called, but you burst out of the library before he could decide what to do, and soon all he could see was your back through the small windows in the doors.
You bitterly wiped your cheek, hating the fact that you were crying over a boy, but you couldn’t help it. Maybe this is why Lydia didn’t want to do it in the first place, you thought angrily. Maybe she knew and didn’t want to get my hopes up.
You darted into the bathroom, not even caring enough to glance around and make sure the coast was clear. You simply let your backpack fall to the ground, and rushed into one of the empty stalls. After you locked the door, you finally let yourself cry without holding back.
Tears dripped onto your cheeks as you cursed yourself for being so silly, and so naive. How could you think that some mascara and a braid would make a boy fall in love with you?
A knock on the door of your stall suddenly startled you, causing you to pause your sniffling.
“It’s taken,” you called out, your voice already hoarse.
“I know that,” a sharp voice informed you. “Why else would I be knocking on a stall when there are three empty ones right near me?”
You blinked, and straightened up. “Lydia?”
“Open up.”
You stood up and reached for the lock,only to slightly crack the door. You were met with one green eye peeking into the stall, and part of an eyebrow that you knew was arched.
“What do you want?”
“What do you think?”
“He hated it, Lydia.”
She rolled her eyes. “Did he say he hated it?”
“Well…no,” you said hesitantly. “But you were in the library. You heard him. He said it was weird.”
“It is weird,” she countered. “The definition of weird is something uncanny or out of place. You don’t normally wear makeup, so yeah I’d say it’s weird. That doesn’t always equal bad.”
“It does to me,” you muttered.
“Then maybe you should change the way you think,” Lydia fired. “Y/n, how can you expect someone to love you if you don’t love yourself? I guarantee you that Liam is into you. The only reason I didn’t want to give you a makeover was because I didn’t want you thinking you needed something else to make him like you.”
“Well he clearly doesn’t like me at all.”
“Bullshit,” she breathed, giving an exasperated sigh.
She reached forward and shoved open the door of the stall, causing you to stumble back in shock. “Lydia-”
“Listen to me,” she ordered, staring straight into your eyes. “Love is not about looking a certain way, or being something you’re not. Love is about seeing a person for who they are, for what they are, and knowing that whatever that is, being with it everyday makes you happy. And if you keep trying to fight who you are, you might be fighting someone who’s going to give that to you.”
You pursed your lips. “What do I do? I just…I stormed out on him.”
“Go back there and talk to him,” she suggested, staring at you like it was obvious. “Besides, he might not be as far as you think.”
“What?” you asked, but she gave no response other than the raise of her eyebrows. “Fine.”
You grabbed your bag from the floor and headed out of the bathroom, but you barely made it two feet before you almost slammed right into Liam himself. You took a step back and glanced up at him, not having a clue what to say. Luckily, you didn’t have to say anything.
“I never meant to hurt your feelings,” he blurted. “I mean, you look good in the makeup. Really good. I was just surprised, cause I’ve never seen you look like that.”
“Yeah,” you said slowly.
“And, don’t get me wrong, I liked you before. I really liked you…and I still like you.”
“You like me?” you repeated softly.
He nodded. “As more than my tutor. A lot more. I was trying to ask you out last time I saw you…but you didn’t seem interested.”
“No!” you blurted out. “Liam I-I was distracted. I was so worried about this makeover, and I thought you would like it.”
“Y/n,” he said softly. “I’ll like you no matter what.”
“Yeah?” you asked.
“Yeah,” he promised. “So maybe, instead of you tutoring me today, maybe I could take you out?”
You grinned. “Yeah. Yeah that’d be great.”
“And you can look however you want,” he assured you. “Makeup, no makeup, whatever. As long as you’re there, I don’t care.”
A light blush covered your cheeks. “Okay.”
Liam broke into a wide grin, and he held out a hand that you gladly took. His fingers were warm in yours, and slightly sweaty, but you didn’t care that he was nervous. You let him lead you down the hall, and after a few moments, he spoke.
“You look really beautiful by the way.”
They were the words you had been waiting to hear all day, and while you were flattered, they didn’t seem to matter so much anymore.
“Thanks Liam,” you said with a grin. “I just don’t think it’s me.”
He shrugged. “You’d still be beautiful if you took it off.”
You smiled to yourself as you followed him out to the parking lot, thinking that you would have to thank Lydia later. Not only had she been right all along, but she insisted on helping you figure out what mattered when you were too stubborn to face it.
In the end, you still had Liam, and you knew now that he didn’t care about hair, or makeup, or clothes. He simply cared about you, and he always had, and nothing as trivial as that was going to change it.

Early To Rise

George Washington x Reader

Time Period: Modern!AU

Words: 835 ( shortest thing I have ever written :o )

Warnings: Nothin’ but tooth-rotting fluff!

A/N: Hi everyone! I was really overwhelmed by the response on the first reader-insert I posted here, and I wanna thank you all for being so amazing! I know it was really angsty, so I wrote this drabble to (hopefully) make up for it! I really hope you all like it, and as always, please feel free to drop me a message! My inbox is always open and I don’t bite~!

Oh also! Fun fact: George Washington really did love mashed potatoes! It was his favorite food! =D

Now, without further ado, enjoy!  \(^u^)/


Originally posted by thefalloutkid


George Washington always rose before the sun. 

    It was not so much out of necessity or a conscious lifestyle decision, as it was simply a force of habit. He had grown up on the family plantation - learning how to manage such a large estate from a very early age - and was therefore brought up on the age-old farmer’s habit of rising before the morning light.

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Autumn's Demand: 1

Two Three

All I’m going to say is grab your tissue boxes and hope you don’t drown in an ocean of feels as you read the rest of this story. Good luck!

A/N: The story will be split into three parts: past & present, then future. After past & present has been written, I will finish Taeyong’s story then continue this!

THEN


Chattering of students and clattering of feet swept by your ears as you walked away from the cafeteria, alone, again.

The new semester of seventh grade had already begun, and as expected, you haven’t made any friends.

Why?

Because you were that strange weirdo from the orphanage.

Having already outgrown their education system, the caregivers had put their focus on the younger orphans, and you were old enough to take care of yourself, to an extent of course.

You missed your mother, having no memory of her as her scent slowly drifted away from your pelt. The only image of family you could remember was your grandmother, but even memories of her were vague, and only came with mini clips here and there. When she passed in a fire, another memory you couldn’t remember, you were brought into the orphanage, and soon, you would be put into foster care.

Holding onto your binder and lunch, you quietly strode towards the library where you knew only a few other kids would be.

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Como esa lluvia que moja el corazón

So this is how I’m starting Lutteoficweek! I did both prompts because I have no self-respect. Thanks to Carol @vivesenmiestoyenti for proofreading. This is my first time writing for this fandom, but the girls convinced me. Hope you guys enjoy. Sorry for the long paragraphs :) All the ficweek titles are from SL songs

Ficday 1: “It’s raining and you forgot your umbrella so I offered for us to share but this was a mistake because you’re tall and I am not and the wind is blowing water in my face and goddammit get down here”
“You’re an exchange student and my family is hosting you, we might become just a little too close during your stay”


“Matteo, hurry up! I wanna get home before it starts raining again,” Luna says while leaning against the lockers, waiting for the boy to get his books into his backpack.

Matteo looks at her apologetically, trying to make his huge algebra textbook fit, even though the task seems impossible. Does he really need to take all of his books home for the weekend? Geez. “Sorry, chica delivery. I had to stay a bit late to talk with the teacher about the physics essay for next week.”

No matter how desperate she is to get home, she has to smile at the nickname. Matteo had started calling her that since he found out she works part-time making deliveries on skates for a fast food restaurant called Foodger Wheels. He’d made fun of her at the time, but lately, he has gained a new appreciation for his friend’s job. She sometimes comes home with food she sneaks out with Simón’s help, while her boss isn’t looking, and Matteo really loves the fries. They aren’t that good, in Luna’s opinion, but Matteo always says he didn’t get to eat much fast food stuff back in Italy, because his parents didn’t like it, so he needs to make up for lost time.

Matteo finally gets his things to all fit inside his backpack, and when he turns to her with a self-satisfied smirk (which doesn’t make her heart skip a beat, she swears), she sighs with relief. “Let’s go then, chico fresa. You took long enough already”. She starts making her way to the entrance, not bothering to look back at him; she knows he’s following her. Sure enough, he passes her by and opens the door for her with an exaggerated gesture. “After you, milady” he whispers closely to her ear as she exits the building, never once breaking eye contact. She stops for a moment, looking at him with the same intensity. She thinks it’s really strange, how brown eyes can be so common and yet, every time she looks into his, it feels like the first time she’s ever seen the color. His gaze is just so warm and captivating, and somehow, it always makes her breath catch in her throat.

She wonders just when she got so sappy, she definitely wasn’t like this two months ago when the Italian first came to live with her family. She remembers being absolutely surprised when her parents told her they’d signed up to be a host family for her school’s exchange program. The incredibly fancy Blake South College was affiliated with other equally prestigious schools around the world, and they’d all convened on giving each institution’s best students the opportunity to attend to one of the other schools for a trimester and get to learn about the other country’s culture. Ámbar Smith, Luna’s sort-of cousin, was the only one of the Blake’s students chosen for the program and was now happily studying in Paris, and posting every second of her experience on social media. The Blake had the pleasure of welcoming two students, one freshman from Norway who was staying with the family of one of the guys in Luna’s biology class, and Matteo Balsano, the Italian wonder-boy currently living at her house. She remembers the day they’d gone to pick him up to the airport. She’d been late; still in her uniform, since she’d come from school after staying late for a project. She recalls seeing her parents helping a guy with his (very expensive looking) bags and running over to them. She ended up tripping the moment she reached them and knocking into the guy. Talk about a good first impression. After apologizing for her clumsiness and regaining her balance, she’d allowed herself to take a good look at him: Tall and slender, lots of curly brown hair, very handsome features, fancy designer clothes, a smirk that looked permanently etched into his face. Her dad had interrupted her staring with the proper introductions and then they’d been off. Matteo had kept stealing smug glances at her the whole car ride to her house between answering all of her parent’s questions about him and Italy. He’d been pretty nice and polite to them, but his gaze still had made Luna uncomfortable. When they’d gotten home, the Valentes had shown him to the guest room and left Luna and Matteo by themselves. The first thing he’d said to her was “Nice fall back at the airport. I know I’m handsome but you shouldn’t try to throw yourself at me anymore. Bet your parents wouldn’t be too happy with that.” His smirk had infuriated her even more than his words had and she promptly left the room with a huff; not before telling him to shut the hell up, calling him chico fresa (not her best insult, but she’d been pretty out of it at the time) and hearing him call after her with half a laugh. The next morning she’d dreaded going down to have breakfast, but decided not to be a coward and found him alone in the kitchen, finishing the pancakes Mónica Valente had made for him. “What did you call me yesterday? Chico fresa, wasn’t it? Why did you call me that? I don’t believe I’ve heard “strawberry” used as an insult before,“ He’d asked, his arrogant grin not faltering even when she’d decided to steal the last of his pancake before he’d had a chance to eat it himself. She’d pointed at him with a fork, glowering, “In México, that’s how we call self-centered idiots like you, who go around thinking they are God’s gift to humanity”. He’d put his hands up, chuckling, “Well, you do have to admit He did a pretty stellar job with me. I’m impressive, if I do say so myself.” Luna had rolled her eyes at that and tried to bring him down a few pegs by calling him a couple choice words and glaring at him some more; but he seemed to have a witty and ridiculous response for everything she said; and while part of her had wanted to empty the bottle of maple syrup over his head, she’d been pretty entertained by the whole conversation. At one point, she let out a genuine laugh, not being able to contain herself any longer. At that, Matteo had widened his eyes a little and given her a smile that had lacked the arrogance she’d come to think was characteristic of him. He stretched his hand towards her, inviting her to take it and without thinking, she did. A weird electricity had passed through her at that moment, which she’d decided to ignore. He looked at her with those deep brown eyes of his and said in a gentler voice than she’d expected, “I think we’ve argued enough, don’t you? How about a truce? We’ll be living under the same roof for a while, I’d like it if we could get along.” She looked for any sort of malice in his eyes but found none. “So we start over?” she asked with hesitation. He nodded, a serious look taking over his features, “Hi, my name is Matteo Balsano and I hope you and I can become friends.” She smiled at that, “I’m Luna Valente, and I’d like that, Chico fresa.” They’d laughed together after that, and the tension from before had been quickly forgotten.

Pulling herself from her thoughts, Luna is the first one to break eye contact, she always is. She does a half-hearted mock bow and thanks him for his “immense kindness”. He seems to recover faster than her from their previous “moment” and laughs while pulling her along with him so they can continue on their way home. Since her parents manage their own restaurant (they won’t let her work for them because she needs “real work experience outside of the family business.” Ugh), she doesn’t want to make them waste time on picking her up from school when she can just go on foot by herself since it’s only a 15-minute walk. She used to walk back with Nina and Gastón, but now the two of them are dating, it feels a little like she’s intruding on something private and special. She likes spending time alone with Matteo anyway. Since the truce that morning on her kitchen, they’ve become incredibly close. Yes, he’s still a conceited jerk most of the time and neither of them can stop teasing each other for longer than a few minutes, but they somehow make it work. She’s learned to appreciate his self-confidence and wit, but he’s also allowed her to see a more vulnerable and sensible side of him that he doesn’t usually let anyone else see.

Except for Gastón, of course. The two boys have become inseparable, to Luna’s surprise. She’d become friends with Gastón because he’d been very nice and helpful to her when she first came to Argentina after being discovered by her birth family. At first, she’d stayed with the Bensons and Ámbar had been asked to show her around and help her get comfortable in her new life. Ámbar wasn’t naturally very warm or welcoming, but she’d tried her best to be nice and a good host, introducing her to her friends, who turned out to have a lot more patience with Luna than the blonde did. Gastón had actually been the one to give her the tour of the school and the Jam & Roller, after Ámbar got tired of all of her questions and left with her clique, not before hugging her and telling her not to get lost by herself with as much kindness as she was capable of showing. After she moved out of the Benson mansion with her parents, her best friend Simón came to live in Buenos Aires from México to pursue his artistic dreams, and she made friends with Nina and the guys from the Roller; she’d stop hanging with Ámbar ( and Gastón) as much as she used to before, but they kept on being friends. Nina turned out to have a huge crush in Gastón, and while Luna tried her best to get them together, Nina was way too shy and Gastón was completely unaware, and she had no luck. When Matteo came to the Blake, however, he’d become instant best friends with the Périda boy and the four of them had started hanging out together all the time. Simón is sometimes there with them too when they get together outside of school, but with his two jobs (at the Foodger Wheels and the Jam & Roller) and the band, he doesn’t have as much time as the others. Still, she enjoys very much spending time with her other three friends. They spend so much time together that Matteo had started noticing the way Simonetti looked at Gastón. He’d talked to Luna about it one day and they’d both decided to play matchmakers for their oblivious friends. Now, a few weeks later, they have proudly accomplished their task and their two idiots are very happy together.

Luna is again brought back to reality, this time by the drops of water suddenly hitting her face. The rain’s falling heavier by the second, and she turns to Matteo, annoyed, “Darn it, Matteo! Why did you have to take so long? I told you we would get caught up in the rain!”

He turns to her and rolls his eyes, “I already said sorry, chica delivery.” His volume rises to be heard over the water hitting the pavement, “and I forgot to take my umbrella with me today. Great!”

“Gosh, you are unbelievable!” she sighs, trying to wipe water from her eyes.“ Let’s both use mine. It’s in my backpack. Can you get it?” Matteo quickly takes out her tiny yellow umbrella, which is barely big enough to cover both of them, but it will have to do. He opens it over their heads as they continue walking, this time a little faster, his hand never leaving her back. It’s not even weird how comfortable they have become with each other in such little time. Luna has always been a tactile kind of person, always initiating hugs and such. Not everyone she meets is okay with her constant displays of affection, though; especially the people she’s met here in Argentina, so she’d learned to tone it down a bit. That’s why it had taken her a little by surprise when Matteo came to live with them and she finally met her match. Matteo was just as affectionate as she was, maybe even more. He has absolutely no concept of personal space and seems to find any excuse to touch the people he cares about. He’s always patting Gastón’s back in a supportive gesture or squeezing Nina’s shoulder to comfort her (something the shy girl is clearly still getting used to), but he is at his most affectionate with Luna herself. A hand on her back every time they walk side by side, an arm casually draped around her shoulders when they sit next to each other, his head on her lap whenever he is tired, a hug every morning before they have breakfast together, a kiss on her forehead every night before they go to sleep. She got used to it fast, and now enjoys greatly all the time she spends feeling the warmth and comfort of his touch. Besides, it’s not as if she doesn’t take any chance she can get to touch him herself. Her touches are always more casual and subtle: a hand on his arm, a tap on his wrist, a quick bump of her shoulders against his chest; things that may seem small, but always make her feel as if a sort of electric current is running through her body.

Her head is kept dry by the umbrella, but her face is getting attacked by the rain. Matteo is way too tall (she refuses to admit she’s too short, no way), and he holds the umbrella right over his head, their obvious height difference making sure that she’s left completely unprotected from the wind blowing water into her face. “Chico fresa,” she huffs, “can you lower the umbrella a bit? I’m getting all rained over down here!”

She hears him chuckle at that. “I’m sorry, but it’s not my fault you’re such a shortie, chica delivery. I’m not gonna get all wet just because someone didn’t drink their milk and eat their vegetables as a kid.” Luna is about to retort when she’s suddenly pulled to the side. Matteo has her in his arms, tucking her inside his jacket. She swears her breathing stops for a second and she’s pretty sure her cheeks are incredibly red right now. “What the actual hell, Matteo!” she yells, her voice muffled by his clothes. She can’t see his face, but she can definitely hear the smirk in his voice. “I thought you didn’t want to get wet! Your pretty face is safe now, isn’t it?”

Luna tries her best not to get even redder. “You are the worst! I hate you!” She regrets the words as soon as they’re out of her mouth because they are the furthest thing away from the truth. She’s sure he knows she doesn’t mean them, but they still feel wrong to say. She risks the rain, poking her head out of his jacket to look at his face; to her surprise, he looks amused. He looks down at her and grins, “Nope, you love me and you know it.”

She trips over her own feet, her mission of staying cool and not becoming a human tomato failing spectacularly. She jumps from his arms as if they burn; honestly, it feels a little like they do. The rain feels cold on her skin and when she finally dares to look at Matteo he’s looking at her with what seems like a mixture of longing and expectation. He sighs and steps toward her, once again covering them both under the tiny umbrella while she shivers. Luna feels her legs getting heavier, fixing her in place. Matteo brings his free hand to her wet cheek and she does her best not look as flustered as she feels. “Hey,” he whispers as if to not scare her, “what just happened there?” She clears her throat before muttering a quick “nothing”.

He smiles sweetly now. “I know you very well, Luna. What got you throwing yourself into the rain?” Luna swears his eyes look right into her soul, reading her every thought and feeling. She looks down and hopes he doesn’t realize just how much his small comment affected her. She’s known for a while that what she feels for the boy is beyond friendly affection, and she recognizes that she isn’t the best at hiding her feelings, but she has been very careful in not letting him know just how much he means to her. It would be a real tragedy if he found out about her feelings for him and didn’t feel the same way back. Matteo has become one of the most important people in her world, and she wouldn’t want anything getting in the way of what they have.

Her mouth, as always, is faster than her brain. “You shouldn’t go around thinking everyone is in love with you!” She sputters, “maybe I was just a little too warm inside your jacket! Not everything has to do with you!”

Matteo looks at her like she’s crazy; she just exploded at him without any actual reason, so she can’t really blame him. He puts up the hand that isn’t holding the umbrella (when did he take his hand away from her face? She didn’t even notice). “For once, I didn’t say anything about myself being involved in the situation.” Even if it seems to be teasing her, his voice is calm and even, “I just wanna know, what was that about?”

Luna crosses her arms, telling herself it definitely isn’t to stop herself from reaching out to him. “Look, I just told you. I was feeling too hot inside your jacket and forgot my umbrella is way too small!” She sounds annoyed and hopes that makes him back off.

It doesn’t. “You sure? You look upset. Was it anything I said?” If there’s a hopeful twinkle in his gaze, she’s imagining it.

She puts on her best “dealing with el chico fresa” face before answering, “I thought you weren’t involving yourself in the situation”. Matteo looks to the side with an unreadable expression. “You know me, I can’t help myself. So-” he stares at her intently now”- was it something I said?“

“No! You just think everything is about you and everyone loves you and…” she can’t think of anything else to say. He looks at her expectantly for a moment before hesitantly muttering “So it isn’t, and you… you don’t.” She’s not sure if that’s a question or not, but he looks like he’s waiting for her to answer, so she tries. “No, I do… or I don’t.” She struggles to find her voice, while he tilts his head in confusion. She tries again to speak, not even knowing what she will say, “I just, I mean… I…I …” Her brain is going way too fast and her mouth refuses to work: she knows what she feels; she would love to be able to get it out of her system, to let him know just how much she cares about him, but she can’t. Not yet, she’s not ready. So many things could go wrong, so much could change… and she can’t risk it, not with her comfortable connection with Matteo at stake.

They are silent for a moment, the sound of their breathing drowned by the rain. Matteo is looking at her in a way she cannot place, but somehow, his gaze makes her feel as if everything will be alright. He releases a long sigh and before she can get away, she’s trapped in one of his warm hugs. She doesn’t have enough willpower to resist and wraps her arms tightly around him, never wanting to let go. He kisses her forehead, which makes her look up at him. Understanding, that was what she could see in his eyes. She can’t explain just how she can be so sure, but she is: he knows, and he won’t make her say it. Somehow, she can tell that he gets it, and won’t pressure her if she’s not ready. Maybe it is because he feels the same and wants to give her time; maybe he doesn’t and, like her, wants to preserve the relationship they already have. She doesn’t know; and right now, with his arms around her, she doesn’t care. He knows her and he gets her, and she couldn’t be more grateful.

After what seems like an eternity, they pull apart from each other. The rain has gone down considerably and she’s no longer cold; though that has probably a lot more to do with Matteo and the warmth and affection she feels every time he looks at her the way he’s doing this instant. They both smile at each other and when he takes her hand in his, it feels as if anything that just happened doesn’t matter anymore. It is just the two of them walking side by side, joking and laughing to pass the time.

They are just a block away from home now and Matteo is retelling something that happened during his English class, staring straight up ahead, when she lets herself really look at him. He still looks like the spoiled arrogant brat she met at the airport, but underneath she can recognize his intelligence, his patience, his dedication, his big heart. She can see every single quality, every single flaw, and every little detail that made her fall in love with him. She smiles at her own thoughts. She might not be able to tell him yet, but thinking it so honestly to herself is a big step.

Matteo notices her staring and gives her a bright smile. Luna squeezes his hand and he squeezes back. She’s made a lot of progress in admitting her feelings to herself just today and she is sure that she will be ready to tell him before his time in Argentina is up. Luna shakes her sadness at the thought and grins confidently; maybe she isn’t ready to tell him she loves him today and she probably won’t be tomorrow either. She’s not worried anyway, she knows that the moment will come when she’s not afraid to let him know about her feelings anymore, maybe not now, but soon.

anonymous asked:

Hello! How are you? Could I request a aiden x Reader where the he and the pack are arguing about who the most attractive/best with the ladies is and they end up daring aiden to seduce the reader. They fall in love but then reader finds out it was all a bet. Sort of a '10 things I hate about you' / 'she's all that' scenario haha Thanks lovie

Hi! I am great thanks for asking! Thanks for requesting!

Aiden’s POV

“You know I think I can get Lydia to finally go out with me.” Stiles declared to the boys of the McCall pack.

“pssht yeah okay, Stiles. Whatever you say.” I said scoffing.

“Do you think you can do better than him?” Isaac asked. Scott and Derek looked at one another before rolling their eyes, leaving the three boys to their unnecessary argument.

“Yeah, yeah I do.” I told them.

“Alright, if you are so good with the ladies, I bet you that you can’t make Y/N fall in love with you.” Stiles said.

“Deal.” I automatically said without thinking it through.

Readers POV

I was at my locker trading my Algebra textbook for my Psychology textbook when I felt a presence leaning against the locker next to mine. I shut my locker door and saw the one and only, Aiden. Well I guess he isn’t the only one since he has a twin brother.

“What do you want Aiden?” I groaned.

“Oh, come on Y/N. Don’t be like that.”

“Tell me what you want or leave me alone.” I told him.

“I just wanted to know if you would like to have dinner with me.” I looked at him with raised eyebrows.

“Right.” I said sarcastically and rolled my eyes. I turned to walk away but he ran in front of me, bringing me to a stop.

“Come on, Y/N. Give me a chance. Please. Just one dinner, that’s all I ask.” I stood there thinking about it. I decided to give him the benefit of the doubt.

“Alright, Aiden. One dinner, that’s it.” I agreed having no idea what I was getting myself into.

3 Months later

It’s been three months since Aiden asked me to dinner and now, what can I say, I fell for him. We are dating and I couldn’t be happier. I am actually on my way to meet up with him at Derek’s loft for a pack meeting right now. I finally arrived and was walking up to the big loft door when I heard the boys talking about me.

“I’ll give you credit Aiden. You actaully got Y/N to fall for you. Heck she probably even loves you by now. What’s it been? Three months? You do know she was just a bet right? You can dump her now.” Ethan said. I walked into the loft and all of the boys looked horrified. I walked right up to Aiden.

“I was just a bet?” I asked him as tears threatened to spill. He didn’t say anything and I took that as a yes.

“You fucking asshole.” I said and marched right out of the loft and back into my car.

At Home

I was at home eating ice cream straight out of the carton and flipping through channels. I stopped on a random romance movie. The girl in the movie was crying because her boyfriend just dumped her. I groaned and picked the remote back up.

“Oh shut up already! He’s just a boy.” I said to the TV and then started to flip through the channels again.

“You know, the TV can’t talk back.” A voice said from behind me. I turned around and saw Aiden. I quickly stood up.

“Get. Out. Now.” I demanded.

“Y/N. Please, I just want you to hear me out.”

“Why in the hell should I do that! Huh?! Give me one good reason why I should stand hear and listen to your bullshit!” I shouted angrily. He stood there completely quite.

“Yeah. That’s what I thought.” I walked around him and started walking up the stairs to my bedroom.

“Because I love you, Y/N.” He said and I stopped in my tracks.

“What did you just say?” I asked as I glared at him.

“I said I love you, Y/N.” He repeated.

“Don’t. You don’t get to play around with my heart and place bets on it and then tell me that you love me! That is not how love works!” I exclaimed.

“I know and I am so, so sorry. When I agreed to that bet I didn’t properly think it through. And yes I admit it was just about the bet in the beginning, but then I got to get to know you. I got to hear that amazing laugh, see that gorgeous smile, and look at that beautiful face and dear god, you had me then and there. I fell for you Y/N and I fell hard. Please give me one last chance. Please.” He begged with tears brimming his eyes and that’s all it took for me to be running into his arms.

“Please don’t leave me, Y/N. I love you so much.” He whispered into my ear as he hugged me tighter.

“I won’t. I love you too, Aiden.” And things were finally back into place, the correct way.

anonymous asked:

assuming that college au is when they first hook up how do sid and geno Officially get together and how do they each react to exam season/general college stresses

Zhenya knocks out at around 2:16 AM, wedged in Sidney’s tiny bed with both arms wrapped around Sidney’s waist and his linear algebra textbook facedown on his lap. (He only has one more midterm, not until next Thursday, and all his papers had been turned in already.) When he opens his eyes again, the digital clock says it’s 4 AM and Sidney is still sitting upright, reading glasses perched on his nose and staring at PowerPoint slides from last week’s lecture.

“Sid,” Zhenya croaks. “You should sleep. Been up more than twenty hours.”

“One more slide, G,” Sidney says.

His Sidney works so hard, Zhenya knows. Throws himself into everything–his studies, his workouts, sports–he doesn’t know how Sidney does it, but now he kind of has an idea. 

“Midterm not until Friday, baby,” Zhenya coaxes. “You sleep now, I wake you up at 10 tomorrow, then back to study. You remember better, for sure.”

Sidney doesn’t look convinced. But his eyes also look glazed over, and he looks slightly panicky as he rereads the slide again.

“G, I can’t–”

“You tired. I promise I wake you up tomorrow.”

Sidney doesn’t look away. “I’m really scared, G,” he admits. “The midterm’s worth 40%.”

“And you will do well, Sidney, I know you.”

“Okay,” Sidney whispers, after a bit. He closes his laptop and sets it aside, then snuggles into Zhenya’s waiting arms. 

Zhenya presses a reassuring kiss on his curls, and in less than a minute, Sidney’s breathing evens out into a soft snore. 

Changes - Isaac Lahey Imagine

Prompt by @derangedangelIsaac has been flirting with reader since season 2 when he was being a douche but she didn’t like him then and now Stiles still doesn’t like him but reader kinda does. And it doesn’t have to be senior year cause that seems like a long time from season 2.

Word Count: 2,426

Warnings: None

Pairings: Isaac Lahey x Reader (Romantically), Stiles Stilinski x Reader (Platonic) 

Author’s Note: Took me a while to write this and come up with a story for this imagine, but I hope you like what I came up with. :)

My Teen Wolf Master List

Originally posted by laheys-girl

Fall Semester

“Hey, baby.”

I rolled my eyes before slamming my locker door shut and turned around to see Isaac with that stupid smirk on his perfect face. Isaac used to be a shy kid no one knew. Then overnight, he became popular. The girls loved him; the guys wanted to be him and Isaac knew it. He let the attention get to his head and automatically assumed I was one of those girls that only wanted him for one thing.

Isaac’s long fingers began to play with a strand of my blonde curls. “Got any plans tonight, baby girl?”

I pushed his hand away. “None that involve you.” I turned on my heel and began walking away from him. 

Isaac quickly caught up to me and kept up with my pace. “You know, your chemistry class is in the other direction.”

I sighed annoyed he wouldn’t leave me alone. “I was willing to take the longer way to avoid you.”

“Ouch,” he said sarcastically. “Well now we can both take the long way to class." 

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