and i really want you to come talk to me

Well howdy hey everyone! Long time no talk (sorry about that, by the way). I just wanted to give you all a bit of an update on what’s going on with me.

So:

  • I’m still in North Carolina for my internship BUT I COME HOME IN 22 DAYS
  • I’ve lost 13 pounds since the start of the spring semester and am feeling really good about my health and my body, which is new
  • Senior year is coming folks, I’m in the home stretch!
  • I am very, very homesick
  • I got back on my Insta, so give me a follow over at staticsandstationery

Now what you’ve really all been wondering: am I making any more videos ever??

Okay, so I want the answer to be yes, so I’m going to promise, at bare minimum, a school supply haul for 2017 and advice for incoming freshmen, both of which will hopefully also be turned into text posts (that’s the plan anyway, but we all know how I’ve been with those lately).

Anyways, here are the currently planned videos:

  • Advice for incoming college freshmen
  • Plan with Me (syllabus week)
  • School Supply Haul 2017

And here are the currently planned text posts:

  • Advice for incoming college freshmen
  • Plan with Me (syllabus week)
  • School Supply Haul 2017
  • College packing lists

I’m excited, and I hope you all are too!!

anonymous asked:

How would one buy you a game

I’m not very sure, no one’s actually bought me a game before ^^’…it’s so awfully kind of you to offer, though!

I think Steam is one of the cheapest places and you can buy digital games as gifts for other people. It would mean you’d have to add me as a friend on Steam, though… 

If you’re talking about physical presents, then perhaps I’d be willing to give you an address where you can send anything you want. But you’d have to contact me privately for either of those things ^^ If you want, you can just pop a message into my chat and we’ll talk about it. 

Again you really don’t have to! If it’s because of the whole Dream Daddy thing, I’ll just have to wait until I have a little spare money to play it. Food comes first hehe ^^’.

-Red

anonymous asked:

Hey! When Harry talks (about everything generally, but especially about politics), he always talks in vague platitudes that manage to convey where he's coming from (like that he DOES support feminism, is anti trump, etc.) but never anything even close to specific which allows for fans to project what we want him to really mean onto him. Do you think it's intentional so he doesn't get pinpointed, or that he doesn't actually know the specifics? I love the boy to death but this just irks me idk

I think that’s a really interesting question. 

My first response is that vagueness isn’t just limited to his talking, but also his songwriting.  I’ve talked before that I’m someone who is very into specificity in storytelling and it’s a reason that Harry’s lyrics often don’t connect with me. 

I think there are a couple of different things going on here - one is that Harry probably is someone who is drawn to metaphor and ambiguity in song writing and also the way he talked.

But also, I think one of the reasons his songs are so vague is that he can’t say some of the things he has to say while he’s in the closet.  I think vagueness is a really good strategy to deal with having endless questions (although his other strategy is weird specificity - which I obviously love and hope he’ll feel more free to use in songwriting over time). It’s also a really good way of holding onto yourself when there are aspects you just can’t show.

Which is all a round about way of saying that I don’t feel like Harry’s vagueness is particular to politics so I don’t think we can deduce anything about his knowledge from it.  His odd life would shut him off from many of the normal ways people understand politics, but he has shown a real interest in learning.  I imagine he has a reasonably good grasp on the big picture of what’s wrong with Trump.  I suspect he doesn’t know the details of (for example) the ways that women’s work has been devalued and the mechanisms that has allowed that to continue.  But none of us know everything.  And in these hard times it’s important to remember you can’t hold all the horrors of the world in your head or in your heart.  

The cast as Naomi Campbell quotes
  • Eren: "You wanna work with me? You're gonna really work with me."
  • Armin: "Well, I didn't really wanna be here, so I was made to be here, so obviously I'm just wanting to get this over with and carry on with my life. This is a big inconvenience for me."
  • Reiner: "If people think they know me, they can think again."
  • Bertholdt: "I do not want to comment."
  • Jean: "Get the singer OFF!"
  • Marco: "That walk... Oh my goodness... It was diabolical. It was definitely the worst walk."
  • Connie: "So check your lipstick before you come and talk to me."
  • Levi: "Don't. Compare. Yourself. To. Me. Ever. You are not on my level. You never will be on my level. Do not compare yourself to me."
  • Erwin: "I have my career. You guys don't. You want what I have."
  • Mikasa: "So, what am I supposed to do? Be like 'I'm so happy to have you! And I'm gonna let you walk all over me!'? No! That is not me.
  • Annie: "Some people call people bitches when they're hard-working, opinionated, and taking care of their own career. I don't care to change that because that's the way I'm gonna stay because it's also protecting me in a lot of ways."
  • Sasha: "Wait, because I'm looking at your dessert menu, and I've got warm cake coffee pudding with vanilla ice cream– I don't want that. And I've got double fudge chocolate pistachio nut cheesecake with raspberry cream– I don't want that either. I just want a simple cookie."
  • Historia: "Do you even know Gianni Versace?"
  • Ymir: "Save it, save it, you idiot."
  • Hanji: "You got a really crazy mentor who doesn't know how to work a stopwatch."

anonymous asked:

Hi! Could you rec any fics with superpowers/magic/mutant themes?

hey anon! for sure!

‣ The Fastest Man in the World by girltalk
Yoongi never wanted to be a superhero; he’d only ever wanted one thing.

‣ I’ve got the magic in me. by 2kitsune
I get a cold and when I’m sick I really can’t be around non-magic people but you show up at my door and I try to shoo you away but you come in and see my apartment but to my relief you think I’m just really into weird crap, but then my cat starts talking and you notice some of my furniture are walking around the house and you swore you saw that house plant wave at you’ au
-
“Did your cat just talk?” Yoongi asks, staring at said cat who, thankfully, is pretending to clean itself like nothing had happened. His gaze then flicks to Hoseok when the brunet fails to answer fast enough, eyes still wide.
“Hoseok, tell me, did your cat just talk?”And Hoseok, poor Hoseok, can’t think of anything fast enough for the suspicion to leave Yoongi’s eyes.
“Uh, no?” he eventually says, settling the cup down and looking towards Yoongi like he had gone crazy. “I’m sure you’re just hearing things! Cats can’t talk.”

‣ into the woods by ofmindelas
Everyone knows that you can’t run from anything in the forest, especially not yourself. Jeong Hoseok is no exception.

Something in the Punch by namgii
In which Yoongi and Hoseok are Not Good At Feelings™, Taehyung is a shitty witch, and Jungkook is done with everyone.
or
“Yoongi has always had a thing for the part-time dancer in the office across the hall, and something in the punch bowl makes him bold enough to dance.”

borderline illegal by sweetyblue
“This is so stupid.”
Hoseok grins and the silver dies down and his lips part so prettily in happiness. “I scratch your back…”
“I didn’t think scratching yours back would be making you a sex appeal potion,” Yoongi grumbles.
**Or, Hoseok wants to make a sex appeal potion. They fuck up. Then they just fuck. (Woah.)

- admin may

A Good Thing

“Bobby, you can’t keep doing that to him.”
Bob raises his eyebrows, putting down his fork. “Doing what, Alicia? Corralling our son into talking about his crush?”
“Exactly.”

Or, A fic about Bob and Alicia noticing Jack’s feelings for Bitty before even he does.


Bob Zimmermann is kind of messy, only a bit of a smart ass, and just a tad hard of hearing. Yet even without perfect hearing Bob can’t miss the affection in his son’s voice when talking about a certain line-mate.

Bob Zimmermann is many things, but he is no idiot.

“Did you get that paper done for your…what was it again- american pie class?”

Bob looks over his shoulder just in time to see Alicia send an appraising look from the couch. He catches a hint of a smile.

He winks back and she rolls her eyes in return.

Bob turns again to the large window, the white light blinding him for a moment. The large expanse of grass is still littered with snow, lining the way down to their lake. A blank sky hugs the horizon.

“Women, food, and American culture, Papa.”

“Right. So how’d you do on the paper? Did Eric help you out?”

Keep reading

“I want to talk to you about something,” Even says and Isak’s stomach literally falls out of his ass. Thing is, there’s a reason for this. Because the last time Even had used that specific phrase, he had just been accepted into a film school. In London. And Isak had just been accepted into a biomedical research position in Oslo. Of course, it all worked out in the end because they are Isak and Even and they’re like, fated, or some shit that Even always says in the nighttime hours, but damn was that a rough couple of months.

So like, the phrase causes a brief flash of panic.

Isak glances at the table– which probably should have been his first clue that something was up. Even had made all of his favorite foods for dinner. And he knew he spotted strawberry shortcake in the kitchen, so Even had gone for the big guns in buttering Isak up.

He swallows the bite of chicken and takes a swig of red wine (because he is now one classy motherfucker.) “Okay?”

Even taps his fingers on the table and then reaches up to take his own sip of wine, but puts it back down just as quickly. “Okay. Okay here we go.”

But Even says nothing right after that, so Isak has all the time in the world to fucking lose his mind.

“Even,” Isak hedges, “Baby. You’re freaking me out. Like a lot.”

“I know.” Even shakes himself, “I’m sorry. I don’t know how you’re going to take it and this is like- a life changing conversation so I’m trying to be articulate and get it right on the first try.”

Isak runs a hand through his hair, “Well, are you divorcing me?” 

Even shoots him the most deadpan look in the world, so Isak lets a little smile tug on the corner of his lips, “Okay good. You’re not pregnant, are you?”

Even freezes and opens his mouth and Isak raises his eyebrows, “That was a joke. Even, if you’re pregnant I need to have a serious discussion with someone about the laws of biology.”

Even throws a wadded up napkin, “I’m not fucking pregnant, you shit.” He plays with the collar of his white cuffed shit (Another! fucking! red! flag! because when the hell have they ever dressed up for each other?), “But like- it has to do with that.”

“Just come out and say it,” Please god, say it before Isak has an aneurysm, “Whatever it is, do it.”

So he does.

Even takes a deep breath and says, “I want to talk about adopting a kid.”

Isak blinks.

There is a bit of ringing in his ears, so he doesn’t quite hear the way Even scoots his chair back and slides to his knees right in front of Isak’s chair, “Baby?”

Me baby?” Isak says dumbly, “You want a baby. Like a real baby.”

“Yeah,” Even’s voice is level, controlled. “Yeah, I really do, Isak. And it doesn’t have to be now. But I want to talk about it with you.”

“With me,” he repeats dumbly, “You want a kid with me? Why? Oh my god, Even, I’m a mess. I’ve been going commando for the past week because I ran out of boxers and I’m too lazy to do laundry!”

That damn grin at the corner of Even’s mouth nearly does him in. The quick kiss Even presses to his lips does, “You are the only person I would ever want a kid with.”

Isak grabs his wine glass and chugs it, “A kid. Like you and me adopting a kid and taking care of it and raising it until it’s 18. Changing diapers and… going to school performances and… rocking it when it gets sick.”

Even nods softly, “And taking family vacations to the beach…. teaching him or her all about movies… and you can teach them about parallel universes and other science stuff.”

“Holy shit, Even…. you want a kid. With me.”

“I do.”

Isak thinks about it, like a home movie where the actors haven’t quite all been chosen. He sees himself and Even, and a little human with flashes of blonde hair and hears baby giggles and-

He sees Even folded into a tiny little bed with a children’s book on his lap and a nameless, faceless, child (their child) in his lap. And Even is grinning and reading to them in funny voices. Then he sees himself behind a kid, directing them on how to look in a telescope.

He sees so much.

“This is a big thing,” Isak says, “A really, really big thing. Are you sure you want to?”

“The only thing I have ever been sure of in my life is you, Isak. I want to do this with you.”

“Okay,” Isak breathes, “Fuck. Let’s adopt a kid.”

for 12K+ here!

this art is specifically from me to you all of guys, wanted to say thank you so much for sticking around and supporting me for almost 3 years (though this acc was made a year ago haha) and most of you are probably new here and welcome aboard!

we’re all here to chill and talk about shit stuff and art related haha. but seriously, you guys have given me confidence and inspired me to become better than i was before, to keep improving every single day both as an artist and a person. and because ramadan was just yesterday, i wanted to say i’m really REALLY sorry if i ever come across hurting y'all’s feelings and what not. i hope in the future i can be more open and mindful about certain things, and have fun a lot more w/ u guys along the way! thank you, again, from the bottom of this nerd’s heart. -Meg

btw, i was trying to paint and aim for a disney kinda art style but… eh-


6

100 Days of Productivity

Day 06/100 07.21.17

So school is coming up in a month and ahh I’m excited!~~~ I decided to get my supply and clothing list done so I can start buying things little by little. I start on August 21st. How about you guys? I’m also going to buy my first Leuchtrum within the next 2 weeks for school so super excited for that too! 

Lastly I really want to start interacting with you guys so I’m going to leave questions and you can answer either answer in the comments or message me! Truthfully I really want to start talking to more studyblrs out there so don’t be shy and send me a message!

Supplies Used:

  • Crayola SuperTips
  • Uni-ball Signo 0.7 (black)
  • Staedtler triplus fineliner (Black)
  • Faber Castell Pitt artist pen // size B (Black)
  • Striped Washi (from Micheals)
  • “Notes” Sticky Notepad (from Target dollar section;))
Wicked Game ~ Peter Parker

Summary: Peter Parker’s best friend falls in love with him and holds back her feelings until she can’t take it anymore, but Peter’s heart is already taken by another.

word count: 1,420

Warnings: Angst, couple swears

Based on the song Wicked Game by Ursine Vulpine

Peter Parker was the perfect boy. He was smart, handsome, clever, and kind. Everything

I look for in a guy. I mean I shouldn’t be so surprised I fell in love with him. He’s basically a Disney prince, but ten times more charming. I’ve been friends with Peter since I was 3 years old. Our parents had worked together until they passed away. I confronted him through everything, I was even the first person he told about how he became Spiderman. I was the person who held him after his Uncle Ben died. I was there for everything. Which made me think I had a chance  I was a fool to think Peter actually had feelings for me.

———————

“Y/n come on we have to get to class” I heard Peter exclaim.

“Yeah whatever, school sucks” I giggled chasing after him since he had gotten ahead. I walked into the school which had definitely changed over night. There were homecoming posters and decorations.

“Are we still on for watching Lord of the Rings tonight Pete?” I asked as we stopped at my locker. As I was twisting the lock I felt Peters breath on my neck.

“As soon as I’m done fighting crime I’ll be over” he whispered sending shivers down my spine.

“Okay,” I said so quietly I’m pretty sure he didn’t hear me.

“Peter let’s go,” I said turning around, but he was already gone and talking to Liz which made my blood boil.

“And again I’m talking to myself because of her,” I said under my breath my voice laced with annoyance. I curled my fists in a ball. The way he looked at her made me so angry and I don’t know why. He’s just my best friend. Nothing else and that’s period. Right?  I walked away from the scene not wanting to witness anything else. At this point, I just want to go home. I could feel my heart ache all day, but why? I can’t be mad at Peter for talking to other girls I’m not the only person in his life. We’re just best friends. I’m just wondering why it hurts so much.

I went through my classes until the final bell finally rang. I let out a sigh of relief and practically ran out the door. I’m 110% sure I don’t want to deal with Peter right now. So I may or may not have run home. Okay, I did, but I mean at least I actually got exercise instead of having my head buried in a book or laptop. I got my keys out of my backpack and as I was turning the lock I heard Peter talking to Ned. It really sucks when the person you’re trying to avoid lives in the same apartment as you. I opened the door and scrambled into my apartment faster than humanly possible and darted to my bedroom. Truthfully I just wanted to be alone. Usually, I come home wanting to read a book, but all I wanted to do is watch sappy romances and cry. I could feel the tears stinging my eyes. I felt single tears slide down my face when I heard a knock on the window making me jump and fall out of my bed. I quickly wiped the tear from my eye going to the window and opening it up so Peter could get in. All of the sudden everything was better just seeing his goofy smile warmed my heart and for a split second

I forgot he was even the reason I’m so upset. My world was burning down because of this boy, yet he was the only one who could save me. I flopped down on my bed looking at the ceiling.

“Why have you been avoiding me all day”? He asked

“I am not”

“I literally saw you run from the school I’m pretty sure faster than I can run” he laughed

“Well maybe I just wanted to work out”

“Since when do you work out” he laughed

“Oh my god stop” I giggled grabbing a pillow and whacking him with it.

“Ow seriously,” he said laughing.

“Don’t you have spidey things to do?” I asked

“You seemed upset so I’ll skip it for tonight, I don’t think Queens will go to hell if I take a night off” That sentence melted my heart. He was taking off because I was upset. This boy is literally going to be the death of me. I didn’t realize how close we were. I was staring right into his beautiful brown eyes and all I wanted to do was kiss him. Wait no why would I want to kiss my best friend. I was mentally freaking out so, I quickly sprung off my bed.

“I have to the bathroom” I squeaked, practically running to the bathroom. I opened the bathroom door and immediately shoved it closed and locked the door making sure I heard the click to know it was locked. I went to the sink looking in the mirror. I had this strange feeling to kiss him. I wanted to kiss him. The amount of desire I have for this boy is driving me insane. That’s when it all made sense. I was in love with Peter Parker. He was literally my dream boy. I would have never thought I meet someone like him, But I couldn’t lose him over a simple crush. If love is just a simple crush. My cheeks were flushed red from embarrassment so I swiftly turned on the faucet and splashed water in my face. The cold water wasn’t enough. I grabbed the nearest towel and wiped my face off and then threw it back onto the sink. I sluggishly walked back to my room trying to think of an excuse of why I was freaking out. Why did I have to fall in love? Especially with him. I don’t want to be in love with my best friend. I don’t have a chance so all I can do is a dream, but how long can dream until I go completely insane. I gradually opened the door to find Peter gone. I saw a note lying on the bed. So much for him spending the night with me.

Mr. Stark called it’s super important. I’m so sorry I had to leave. Have a great night Y/N, love Peter

What kind of game is this boy playing? Is he trying to make me fall in love with him? Well if that was the game he won. I grabbed the paper and ripped it in half. I wanted to scream. I was so angry. I was furious. I was so in love with him. Simple crush my ass. I’m drop dead head over heels for Peter. I left the torn up paper on the bed and moved my way over to the bed. I got under the covers, and that’s when I lost it. I was bawling. It was uncontrollable. I swiftly jumped out of my bed. I needed fresh air. I opened up my window and climbed up the fire escape to the roof. I did this when I was upset about something. Now thinking about it. The times I went up here are all because of Peter Parker. Who thought the best thing in my life could cause me so much pain. I sat there, taking deep breaths finally calming myself down. I sniffled wiping the tears from my face.

“Y/N why are you crying” I heard from behind me, scaring the hell out of me. Why does this boy insist on trying to be with me when he the reason for all my problems, but I had enough of it.

“You, I’m so in love with you, and I can’t have you, It took me a long time to realize, but I love you okay, now can you please go away or tell me you feel the same way” I practically screamed leaving him speechless.

“Y/N I-I”

“What Peter just say it,” I said quietly

“I just asked Liz to homecoming” he murmured, and that’s when I felt my heart drop. Why did I fall in love with Peter Parker?

Part 2 maybe ndjwfjkwj

Update! Part 2 has been posted! :)

chasingchaos12  asked:

"Honestly, just stop it."

I have a stock pile of these prompts in my asks that I use to fight my writers block. This is the latest one. Feel free to send me any  Four Word Prompts should you see one that intrigues you.


“What are you afraid of?”

“I’m not-”

“You are. Honestly, just stop it.”

“Stop what? I’m not even doing anything.”

“You’re keeping things from me again. Look at me. Tell me what you’re thinking.”

Harry looked up at Draco, his jaw set in that stubborn way it did. Draco only ever hated it when they were being serious. This was one of those serious times.

“Tell me what you’re thinking,” He repeated when Harry looked away again.

“… You won’t like it.” Harry mumbled, his jaw clenching and unclenching. It made Draco want to nip at his chin to keep it still.

“I don’t like half the things you tell me.” Draco challenged. He tightened his grip around the other’s waist, leaning back against the cold dungeon wall. They were nestled in a dark corner just a few turns from Draco’s common room. No one usually came around and it was too dark for anyone to recognize them anyways.

“This one you’ll hate.” Harry sighed, resting his head in Draco’s chest.

Draco rolled his eyes. He hated being in this role. The Composed One. That was Harry’s job, taking care of him when Draco was being a bit too over emotional. Shushing him with reassurances and soft chuckles.

“Try me,” Draco drawled.

Harry groaned, rubbing his head into Draco’s shirt and messing his hair up even more (if that was possible).

“Okay… I want to stop hiding this.” Harry looked up, his eyes bold and earnest. “Us. I want to be able to talk about you to my friends. I want to be able to point across the room and say, ‘Well, my boyfriend thinks otherwise’. I want to be able to tell people you’ll kick their arse if they keep coming on to me. I want to be able to kiss you in fucking well lit areas.”

Draco blinked, blushing slightly at his candor. Really, he should be used to it by now. He sighed, “Harry, you think I don’t want that, too? I just don’t think it would be wise, considering.”

“Is it the gay thing?” Harry asked accusatorily.

A sharp, loud “ha!” escaped him. He shook his head, “Potter, if it was the ‘gay thing’ I wouldn’t have fooled around with Marcus Flint in an empty classroom right next to Professor Binn’s History of-” He stopped short when he noticed Harry’s dark expression and cleared his throat, “Anyways, I’m more worried about the whole used-to-be-mortal-enemies type issue; what with you being The Boy Who Lived and I being the oh so evil Slytherin.”

Harry smirked, “Well, we could change your title to The Boy Who Snogs The Boy Who Lived.”

“Hm, tempting,” Draco snorted, leaning forward to brush his lips against the others. Harry pulled back before he could give him a proper kiss.

“So?” Harry had hope in his eyes. Damn hero prat.

Draco wrinkled his nose, “I feel like it’s a bad idea… Well, more like dangerous.”

Harry shrugged. “I feel like that’s kinda my thing. Besides, we can start of small. Tell our friends and go from there.”

Draco imagined Pansy’s shocked face and Blaise’s quiet, disappointed glare. He shuddered.

“Okay, maybe just my friends.” Harry conceded. “But I promise we’ll be careful about it. And I swear, I won’t just barrel into the whole thing.”

He gave a breathy laugh, hanging his head, “Look, if I say yes, can we get back to the task at hand?”

Harry grinned and wrapped his arms around the other’s neck, nudging his nose against Draco’s cheek. Their lips came together, open and warm. They pulled at each other gently. The give and take of their tongues was painfully soft. Always on the brink of something rougher, harder. Harry sighed in his mouth, making a shiver go up Draco’s spine.

“Imagine doing this in the Great Hall,” Harry chuckled softly against his lips. “All the people we’d piss off.”

The corners of Draco’s lips turned up. “Focus, Potter.”

Harry grinned again, moving his mouth to Draco’s jaw line. “Shut it, Malfoy.”

Awkward

Pairing: Peter Parker x reader

Description: You and Peter have been best friends for about a year now, and one day you get a call from your dad, Tony Stark, and he starts to act super weird. 

Requested by: Anon

Tags: @zook7430 @maxisprettygay

A/N: Like always, inform me if you want a part 2 :)


Originally posted by vintagejosh

“That may be the dumbest thing I have ever heard!” You laugh, talking to one of your best friends, Peter Parker. You were outside for gym class, but no one was really doing anything so you two, Michelle, and Ned were just sitting down on the grass. “Oh, come on, you know that was a UFO last night! Don’t even try to tell me it wasn’t,” He retorts, grinning widely. “Okay, I think the conclusion is that you two are both huge dorks,” Michelle interrupts, making you all laugh.

All of a sudden your phone rings and you press the home button to see the face of your dad, Tony Stark. “Got to take this,” you tell them and head over to a tree away from everyone. “Yes?” you ask, leaning against the tree. “What did I tell you about just saying “Yes?” when you answer the phone. A “Hello dad, how are you?” would be great,” “Hello dad, how are you?” you say, smiling and rolling your eyes. “I’m doing well, thank you. Hey, um, I’m going to send someone over to pick you up after school and bring you to Stark Industries. I have to work a little later today and I’m not sure if I’m okay with you being home alone for that long with everything going on,” 

“Ugh, okay. What time do you think we will get home?” “6:00ish” You sigh deeply. “Fine. See you then.” “I’ll see you,” You hang up and trudge over to your friends. “What’s up?” Ned asks. “Nothing,” you respond, “Just have to go to Stark Industries after school ‘til 6:00. I’m going to be bored out of my mind.” “How could you be bored at Stark Industries, dude?” Michelle asks. Before you can answer, you get interrupted by Peter. “Wait, why would you go to Stark Industries?” he asks. “Oh, yeah, don’t you have an internship there? Anyways, I guess this never came up in a conversation but my dad is Tony Stark,”

 He starts to laugh in bits. “You um… you uh… you don’t… heh your last name isn’t Stark… though?” “When have I ever told you my last name?” “Uh… okay. So you are Tony Stark’s daughter.  That’s…” he gulped, “cool, very uh… nice,” He started nervously laughing even more and got up. “I gotta… leave,” “We’re in class,” Michelle obviously states. “Yeah, well you know what they say…” and he rapidly walks towards the school. “What are you doing? Come back here!” Your gym teacher shouts, sitting down eating a Twinkie. Then he just swats at the air and continues looking at his phone. It’s been quite an odd gym class.

I expected you to text me.
I don’t really know why I expected the glow of my phone to reflect your name. I guess I was just used to it. I was used to seeing that spark in your eyes light every time you looked at me. I was used to being part of your life. I was used to having something with you. I don’t know how to be a stranger. I don’t know how to not be important to you. I guess I should have known when you blocked me that that was the end. I should have known that it was your way of removing me from your life. I should know this. I do know this but I have no idea how to accept that I don’t cross your mind anymore. I don’t know how to accept that when you look at me you don’t feel anything when just two months ago your gaze engulfed my entire being. I know that you’re not good for me. I know that you brought nothing but pain into my life. But even with all that pain, every time I close my eyes all I can see is your beautiful face. All I can see is your warm brown eyes meeting mine, sharing a look only the two of us understood. I don’t know how to not look for you in a crowd. I don’t know how to not think of you every second of every day. I don’t know how to want to forget you. All these boys I talk to every day can’t compare to you. I search for you in each one of them and then I walk away because I can’t ever seem to be satisfied with the little pieces of you that they resemble. And I can’t stand the thought that another girl is making you smile, that another girl is the reason for your happiness, it makes me sick to think of you talking to her the way you used to talk to me, and it kills me to imagine you holding another girl the way you once held me. I think of all the opportunities that I had to be with you and how I hesitated each time, telling myself I would have more time and more opportunities in the future to do what I wanted. I guess I should have known that I was lying to myself, that I was putting everything off thinking that if I prolonged it, I would somehow be able to keep you forever, that the end of you and me would come slower if I took my time. I remember dancing around my room and singing at the top of my lungs while talking to you and I remember how happy I was and now I look at how different things are and I wish with every fiber of my being that I could go back to those times and do it all over again. Do it right. I guess what I really want to say is that I miss you. I miss you so much and I wish that things could be different but we each made our choices and there’s no going back now.
—  everything i want him to know but will never tell him
Monsta X Mafia Reaction: When they see someone flirting with their girlfriend

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Wonho/Shin Hoseok

Originally posted by wonhontology

He would pull you to him, ordering his men to take care of this guy.

“I don’t want to even as much as see him near her again.”


Shownu/Son Hyunwoo

Originally posted by wonhontology

He would watch the situation unfold from a distance before taking action.

“What the hell is that guy thinking? Even seeing him this close to her disgusts me.”


Lee Minhyuk

Originally posted by wullahs

He would become scary well he is scary already but you get what I mean.

“I give this guy 5 seconds to get out of here before I shoot him in his manhood…”


Yoo Kihyun

Originally posted by 1wice

He would approach you two immediately and wrap his arm around your waist.

“I’m sorry but do you really think you can just come up and start talking to her like that?”


Chae Hyungwon

Originally posted by monbeboo

He would put his gun against the guy’s, who dared flirt with you, head.

“You either continue flirting and I kill you or you get out of here and I kill you anyway.”


I.M/Lim Changkyun

Originally posted by garisanee

He would straight up come up to this person and punch him in the face.

“She’s mine, how many more men do I have to tell that?”


Lee Jooheon

Originally posted by mybabyoppa

He would start laughing when he saw what was happening.

“So there are still people stupid enough to try that?”

The Impossible(Peter Parker x Reader) Part 1 (Pun intended)

Originally posted by shipcestuous

“Okay class. Settle down now.” Your science teacher commanded.

“Today we will be doing a lab involving different chemicals and how they react to each other.“You rolled your eyes and let out a frustrated sigh. You had already done this lab a million times and it was Getting boring and repetitive. 

“For this lab you will be needing a partner. Whoever is sitting next to you will be working with you today”.

You thanked god that no one was sitting next to you and you could work alone. Usually you were paired with someone who you did all the work for and they did absolutely nothing.
The norm for you. The upsetting norm. They never let you protest and immediately put in their headphones to block you out.

As every table was getting their racks of test tubes and droppers the door to the classroom flew open and in ran Peter Parker. The tardy guy as you liked to call him. And the weird, staring, blushy guy too.

“Ah , Mr.Parker. Glad you could join us. Go and take a seat” peter nodded and made his way over to an empty seat.

 Your eyes went around the room at every table, scanning the room for any other empty seat other than the one right next to you. There wasn’t any other empty seat. . He was gonna be your lab Partner. 

 Even though peter is weird to you and you don’t really want anything to do with him other than friendship, there was always something in the way of you staying true to those words. He is undeniably sweet. And that makes it hard to not form a slight crush on him. You weren’t ever going to let anyone know that. But he still made you mad sometimes. 

He took a seat next to you and let out a shaky breath. “ Hey Y/N”

“Hey peter”You mumbled, barley looking at him. But when you did look at him , you gazed into his brown orbs. You recognized his stare. While you guys had almost every class together, he spent half the period staring at you before Ned had to tell him “dude stop staring. Shes gonna get scared.” He was wrong. You were already scared.

“Sorry that i’m late again. You would’ve been partnerless and working alone.” There’s his sweetness that I was talking about.

”I’m not going to make you do everything Y/N, don’t worry. I promise.”He smiled. You had to try and fight back a smile of your own. That was the sweetest thing ever. 

He picked up two out of the four test tubes and placed them on your side of the rack. Then he took one dropper full of the purple-ish chemical and put it in the beaker.

“Peter what are you doing? She didn’t give instructions yet.” you barked.

 “ssshhhhhh Y/N , I know what I’m doing.” He argued. Then he mixed in something under the table and a whole bunch of white substance splashed all over you and peter. 

You let out a shriek of disgust as the mystery concoction dripped down your face to the floor. You got up to go over to the cleaning station and slipped on the substance on the floor, landing on your back forcefully. 

“Y/N!!!!!!” Peter gasped as he got up to try and help you up but failed miserably. He was now on top of you on the floor. Your head was spinning not only because you hit it when you fell but the classes loud laughter. Then you heard a click.

 You shoved peter off of you and got up off the floor to come face to face with Ned and his phone out. You gave them both a look of disgust while grabbing your bag and bolting out of the room. Sweetness ruined.

“Ms. Y/L/N!!!!!” Your science teacher hissed.  But you ignored her and made your way to the bathroom. Ned couldn’t of made it more obvious that peter likes you with what just happened, and everything peter has been doing.


This day has to be the worst you’ve ever had. You couldn’t wait to go home. Aside from what happened 3rd period, you failed your Spanish test with a 60, you got your lunch knocked out of your hands and you got humiliated in gym by flash. And nobody even cared. Not Ned, Michelle or even peter. That brought you down, more than it should’ve, but it happens. 

You sighed in relief as you finally exited Midtown High. 8 long hours of boredom and humiliation. Today felt longer than any other day. You hated it, but it was over. 

“Y/N!! Wait!!” you heard a female voice call from behind you. You whipped your head around to hear who was calling you. It was Michelle. You turned your head back around and rolled your eyes, you did not want to talk to her right now. 

“Y/N please!!” she pleaded as she turned you around. “What Michelle?” 

“I’m so sorry about what happened in gym today. I freaked out” You turned your head to the side to hide the tears that wanted to cascade down your face. You took in a deep breath. “So you just freaked Out? That’s your excuse? Really? Come back to me when you actually mean it Michelle.” With that you turned back around and headed to the train station. 

The ride home was boring. Peter used to always take the train with you but it stopped a while ago. Today was the day that you were glad he wasn’t taking it with you anymore, mean, but he really embarrassed you. 

-At Home-

  “I’m serious mom, Its like they all had a plan to ruin my day or something. Like they were all in on it.” you sighed. Your mom looked at with her usual soft gaze and put her hands on your face.

“Mija, it was just a bad day. Don’t think about it, okay? I promise you everything is gonna be fine by tomorrow.” You smiled at your mom. She could be right. Maybe you were overthinking things way too much. It was just a bad day.

You closed the door to your room and shrugged your book-bag off of your shoulder a clicked the TV on. “Today at approximatley 7:30 A.M the crime fighting spider Stopped a well planned heist from reaching its turning point.”You perked your ears up at this sudden blast of new information. “the vigilante ridded the men of all of their weapons and freed 4 hostages under their control. This spider guy was amazing. He saved those people and many more by stopping those guys. Who knows what would’ve happened if he didn’t swing in.

Lately the news was always about him, and every new piece of news added to your amazement. Spider guy was amazing.

- A few weeks Later-

“No no no, please no” Peter pleaded. The vulture has figured out who he is and just threatened to kill everyone he loves. When it came to those people, peter was the most vulnerable. They were his soft spots in his heart and couldn’t bear to see them hurt.

Peter was swinging from building to building , trying to get home as fast as he could to Aunt May. If the Vulture was going to target the ones he loved, the first person that he would go to is his aunt. After Uncle Ben’s death Aunt may and peter’s bond was so very unbreakable. Even though she now knows what peter does when he sneaks out, she still loves him. As does he. 

Peter mounted onto the side of his bedroom window and flew it open. Hopping inside peter called out for his aunt many times, tears flowing out of his eyes. “Aunt May!”peter chirped , seeing her small figure leaning against the kitchen counter. She had a suprised look on her face at the sudden burst of peter’s distraught voice and look.

“Has anyone been here”Peter asked engulfing her in a hug.”yeah, the yearbook comitee. They said they needed pictures and I let them look in your room.” She beamed. She wasn’t catching on to what was going on.”Nooooooo aunt may. Why would you let two older guys convince you that they were yearbook comitee?” peter sighed walking back to his bedroom, Aunt may on his tail. “You really have to stop being so nice to everyone. I love it about you , but not everyone is nice”

“They weren’t two older guys Peter. There were at least 4 high school students that came to the door. One of them was even Y/N” Peters eyes went wide at his thrown around room. “Wait Y/N? Y/N Y/L/N?”peter questioned. “Yes peter, Y/N. You didn’t know she was in the yearbook comitee?”. “No. Shes not in it Aunt may.That was not a real club.” Peter sighed. 

Aunt may had a look of confusion on her face.”Then what were they peter?” She challenged. Peters eyes went to his desk and he arched his brow.”Somethings missing” he said. “What?”

“The picture of me and Y/N” Tears pricked in his eyes.

Friends Part 9

Summary: You and Bucky are friends for a long time, but lately you start to develop romantic feelings for him. One day one of Tony’s parties everything changes but maybe not the way you wanted or expected.

Paring: Bucky x Reader

Words: 3143

Thank you @amrita31199 you are the best and thank you for correcting so fast,

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You look at the giant compound in front of you, with all your courage you ring the doorbell. Bruce answers the door asking gently “What are you doing here? There is nobody home, didn’t you hear about what happened?”

“What happened, Bruce?” Your heart hurts, you are already preparing for the worst “I don’t know all the details, but Hydra wants to make another super soldier. Apparently, they are kidnapping civilians to make the experiments.”

This is so horrible, you feel sorry for all these people that are having their life destroyed but at the same time you are relieved that Bucky is alright and that it is just another mission “Shouldn’t you be there with them?”

You imagined that the Hulk would be helpful in these situations “I wouldn’t be very useful in that situation, they need to be discrete and the Hulk is nothing like that.”  You should go home, it seems like the Universe doesn’t want you two to be together. It is the only explanation.

“Oh I see, I am so sorry to bother you so late. “ You check your phone it is way past midnight “Can you let me know when they get home? I really need to talk to, Bucky.” Bruce opens the front door for you “Why don’t you sleep here tonight? It’s pretty late and Bucky will kill me if something happens to you.”

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Which Witch

Summary: Dan and Phil are neighbors, witches, and enemies. Their feud leads to Dan cursing Phil, only for Phil to curse him right back. 

Genre: smut

Word Count: 4.9k

(i had this in my drafts in google docs with everything except the smut scene written and i’d completely forgot about it so!!! enjoy my dudes)

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Leigh’s Signing FAQ 

What the hell is The Language of Thorns? It’s a book of original illustrated fairytales set in the Grisha world. Think of them as the stories Nina or Matthias or Nikolai would have heard growing up. (The art is by Sara Kipin and it is beyond beautiful.) 

But where’s my city?? Since I have two books out this fall, I’m going on TWO tours. My Wonder Woman: Warbringer dates will be up later this afternoon. Can’t promise your city will be there, but ya never know. 

Do I need a ticket? Can I bring books from home? Some events are ticketed. Each bookseller has sliiightly different rules, so please make sure to call your local store/venue if you have questions. Some require purchase but all should let you bring books from home too. 

Can I buy books there? Yes! Please do! All of my books will be available for purchase, including Wonder Woman: Warbringer. As I said, some stores require a purchase for the signing line, but others don’t so please check with your local. 

How exactly does this go down? I’ll talk a little bit and answer lots of questions. (What comes next in the Grishaverse? You will know! What’s Kaz’s favorite breakfast cereal? Trick question! He hates cereal. He eats waffles sprinkled with iron filings.) Then you’ll line up to get your book(s) signed and personalized. I’ll try to spell your name right. I may ask if you have a favorite character so I can write a quote in your book. Time permitting, we’ll take pictures. I’ll hand you some free Grishaverse swag. We’ll discuss the new season of Game of Thrones. 

What if I’m shy and don’t feel comfortable chatting? No worries at all. You can pre-order a personalized book from any of these stores if you’d prefer not to do the line thing. You can also just hand me a note or not talk. Zero judgments. You’re among book people i.e. the best people.

Cosplay? Oh hell yeah. Come as your favorite Grishaverse character and you will be rewarded! 

Can I bring you a gift? Of course! And I will be nothing but grateful. But books are expensive and, as your witch aunt, I want to encourage you to spend money on yourself. Buy more books to support more authors! Drink all of the delicious coffee beverages! Invest in a fanciful hat. Really, the opportunities to be irresponsible with cash are endless. 

The reflection of the fireworks across the water makes the whole event seem far more magical than any Fourth of July celebration Derek’s ever witnessed before. And maybe that was supposed to be the point? But he can’t exactly ask when the only one to direct the question to is currently giving him the cold shoulder.

Will sits beside him in the small boat, a good foot of space between them, his jaw tense and his eyes pointedly only looking at the colorful display before them.

It was Will’s idea to come out here tonight, while the rest of his family watched the show from their usual spot on the beach. But that idea was presented well before Derek had…  Well. Before Derek had been an idiot earlier today and made things so awkward between them that it’s now genuinely painful to sit here.

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Crush (Jason Todd x Reader)

Summary: Bruce is a dick and Jason storms away. You are the only one following him.

Warnings: eh, light smut? You make out, basically it’s nothing, slight angst

Note: (Y/A) = your alias

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“We have to–”

“No!”

Jason tried to help. He just wanted to help, but Bruce pretended he had just killed someone, what he didn’t, like Jason’s judgment was not good enough to be considered.

“He will escape!”

“You are not part of the team anymore, Red Hood. Stand down!”

This felt like a punch right in the gut. Jason stood there, looking at Bruce who turned to Dick, what made Jason’s throat tighten even more. The world around him blurred and his heart ached with pain and rage.

You watched him. Suddenly the bat on your chest burned and you wanted to rip it off, throw it to the ground and quit.
You stepped forward, searching for words that were pouring from your brain and disappear. You couldn’t understand how Bruce didn’t notice how much it hurt Jason, the uncontrollable anger that rose and was about to spill out of him.

Jason’s jaw tensed. Fine, he thought and just ran. He ran and jumped from roof to roof, not checking if it was safe. No one cared about him anyway, right? He was alone in this city, in this world.
Alone in death. Alone in life.
Would they even notice if he’d die, again.
Probably not.

“No one wants to go after him?!” You shouted at everyone, but mostly Bruce. He gave you a quick levelled look and it pushed you over the edge. “You’re an extra asshole today, Bruce. Screw you.” And with that you followed Jason.

You thought Jason was funny, you didn’t know him well, though and yes, you had developed this little crush on him, but this now was something else.
This was anger and fear.
Anger about Bruce’s behavior and fear that one day he might treated you just like Jason today.
And you never wanted to witness that.

Jason was a few feet ahead of you now. “Jason, stop!” You yelled, but he ignored you, pushing even harder. You look ahead of him and a wave of panic broke free. “STOP!” You knew he wouldn’t make that jump and you were sure he knew that too what made it even sadder.

You acted swiftly, reaching for your grappling gun.
You shot and made it pull you what gave you speed.
Jason jumped, but you just made it in time to grab his arm, swinging the two of you in a half circles and crashing into the sixth floor of some office building.

You laid beside him in the sharp pieces of shattered glass. Your cheek was cut open, blood dripping down to your jaw.

“What the hell is wrong with you?!” He growled. Jason was holding his upper arm, trying to rub the dull pain from landing away.

You scoffed. “With me? You were jumping… jump– jumping into death!” You wanted to sugar coat it, but were at a loss of words once more. He didn’t, right? He wouldn’t just want to die again?

“And?” Jason laid his head down, mask facing the ceiling. “My decision.”

“Thought since you knew how it is to die you tried to avoid doing it again.” You mumbled indignant. It just frustrated you.

“I don’t have to talk to you,” he said angrily and got up.

“Thank you, (Y/N). Thank you for being the only one coming after me.” You mimicked his voice before talking in your own tone. “No biggie, Jason. Bruce was a real dick. I really like you and if you ever need company just give me a ring. You are not alone, dude.”

He was stopping right at the edge of the window and his head turned slightly.
You wondered if he was crying under the helmet.

“You’re a good liar.”

“You are bad at spotting lies then, because non of this was a lie.”

He stomped past you. His lethal body now towering over you, making your heart race. You wanted to see his eyes so bad in this moment.

“You hate me just as much as everyone else does, don’t pretend.” He hissed.

You laughed inauthentic, almost sarcastically. “That’s what you think?” You narrowed your eyes at him. “I didn’t know you were so desperate for approval.”

Now he was the one laughing inauthentic, almost sarcastically.
You were standing there, daring at each other as if at any second you would kill one another.

You were the first to move, taking a deep breath.
Jason watched your face soften and body relax almost as if he had defeated you and it didn’t make sense to him.

“I don’t hate you, Jason. I hate that I like you.” You paused. “Like in like like. I’m not good with feelings, you know.” You shrugged.

He tore his helmet off his face. His brows were pulled into a tight frown. His eyes made your insides tingle, but they were so full of question. “What?”

“Yeah.” You raised your hands innocently. “C'mon, don’t tell me your self-esteem is so damaged you don’t believe someone has a crush on you.”

He didn’t even blink.

You got more serious now. “I mean, that’s not why I ran after you. Bru–”

His lips shut you up. Soft, warm lips moved against yours, sweet and tenderly asking for permission. One of his hands slipped from your shoulder to your neck and the other one had took a hold of your chin, tugging it up slightly.
You straightened up and stepped towards him. You pulled him closer by his leather jacket before your hand dipped into his dark hair and wrapped around the hot skin of his neck.
The ground underneath your feet shook so blissfully, making both your knees weak.

Each others lips were the best things you two have ever tasted, sweeter than honey and you wanted more; you couldn’t get enough.
Jason’s lips were making your head spin and yours made him forget about all the shit floating in his head for once.
It was an instant addiction. You craved more from one another.

His hands travelled down your sides, slowly, leaving your skin warm and charged with electricity that made you shiver.
All this stupid body amour in the way.
You jump and wrapped your legs around him. Jason carried you to one of the desk that were standing around. The shattered glass creaked underneath his boots.

You trailed kisses along his jawline. Tiny gasps sneaked over his lips as you bit the skin on his neck just so lightly.
It sounded more melodic than music to you.
Jason tugged on your hair. You breathed in sharply and found his eyes which gleamed with passion and lust, seeming three shades darker.

He laid his forehead to yours while his hands held your thighs, rubbing tiny patterns. “Not here.” He whispered, breathing heavily. “We deserve better.” He looked around and a small grin tugged on his lips.

You nodded and he leaned back in, kissing you for some more moment before grabbing his helmet and putting it on. It was so hard to pull away, to not rip each others amour off right there.

You two stood at the edge now, trying to figure out where you were.
He was holding your hand almost as if he was scared you’d vanish or be ripped away from him if he didn’t.

“I think my apartment is close,” he said. “But this hotel is closer. I mean, would be quite funny to just walk in as (Y/A) and Red Hood.” He shrugged. “I already see the article in Gotham Gossip.” His eyes scrutinized your face and he smiled seeing how flushed you were.
He didn’t feel alone.

“That be a real punch in the face for them. They always try to make me and Dick work.” You picked your grappling gun up, handing it to him.

“I don’t ship that.” He pulled you close and aimed at the nearest roof. You laughed while being dragged through the air. He let go of you as your feet touched the roof and you ran jumping to another one as a voice echoed in your ears.

“Red Hood, (Y/A), you copy?”

Jason stopped and you crashed into him. He kept his hands around you. You shook your head, looking up at the red helmet.

“We can’t just– I didn’t know you were so bitter, (Y/N).” The smirk on his lips was audible.

“I’m not bitter, I just have a million other things on my mind now and every single one is you.”

“I– Same, but we have to.”

You narrowed your eyes at him and smile warmly. “You’re too pure, Jason.”

“We–” He was searching for the right words, how to phrase what he wanted to say best. “We have time, right?”

You get on your tiptoes and kiss the helmet where his mouth was supposed to be. This wasn’t just lust. There was so much more beneath the lust and longing. “Right,” you said, smiling foolishly.

“We copy, Batman. Sup?”

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While writing this, this scenario of someone trying to hug Jason and his chest taser is still on, popped up in my mind and made me laugh real hard.
Also, I guess I’ll do a part two. » part two is up