and then it stopped and literally i was the only one carrying a laptop

the no bullshit guide to getting your shit together: for the lazy student

Let’s be honest: time management and organization? They’re really hard. Sure, at first you might feel like you’ve gotten the hang of them, that you’re in control of your life. But how often have you fallen off the wagon? Procrastinated on one thing and the next moment, you’re behind in all your classes? I know that sometimes laziness feels like a part of who you are, but honestly, fuck that. Do you really want to give up your success for the disinterest of a moment?

If your answer is no (it better be no, or you really need to get your priorities straight), let’s get to it. 

STEP ONE: BE HONEST WITH YOURSELF

“This class doesn’t even matter.” “I don’t care about my grades.” “I can finish this the day before.” Sound familiar? You might feel great now, but when you’re staring down at your report card later, it’ll feel like you just got punched. 

This is a cliche, but the greatest obstacle to your success is yourself - especially the lies you tell yourself! Sit yourself down and be honest about what you need to improve on. Be as blunt as you can, but for god’s sake, don’t throw yourself a pity party! There’s no use agonizing over what you can’t change. Instead, set realistic, achievable goals, and make a game plan. Struggling with math? Go to extra help. Behind in all your classes? Stay in for a couple nights and actually work. 

STEP TWO: STOP WITH THE FANCY SHIT

Now you know what your goals are, but maybe you want some inspiration, so you log on to tumblr and are instantly bombarded by all these beautiful, well lit shots of the most gorgeous bullet journals, planners, and notes. Impressive, right? Well, I’m gonna let you in on a little secret: they’re all useless! A simple phone planner works just as well, if not better, than a fancy agenda, because you’ll always have it on you, it’s not a hassle to carry around, and you don’t feel obligated to make it look pretty. 

Riddle me this, where are you going to find all this extra motivation to keep prettying up your bullet journal? To write all your notes in perfect, colour coded printing? There aren’t many times in life where taking the easy was out will actually benefit you, so take advantage! Stop wasting your time; get a phone planner and write your notes in your natural goddamn handwriting. 

STEP THREE: CLEAN YOUR ROOM

Yep, your entire room - not just your study space! This one can be put on the back burner for a bit if you’re on a really pressing deadline, but I wouldn’t recommend it. I’m notoriously messy, and if I don’t watch myself, I’d find myself in dirty-laundry-and-old-notes hell. A little bit of organized chaos is fine, I even encourage it! But try working when your desk is covered in mounds of paper and you have nowhere to put your laptop – it’s just not conducive to success. 

Keeping your entire room clean is a way to stave off stress, frustration, and even embarrassment, because nobody wants to show potential roommates how much of a mess they are. 

STEP FOUR: ACTUALLY WORK

Yeah, I know what you’re thinking: “actually work? Who does this girl think she is?” I’d probably think the same thing, except I’ve learned the valuable lesson of sucking it the hell up, and you will too. When you get home from work, grab a snack and work. When you have a free period, figure out what’s due and work. Stop reasoning yourself out of work: you’re not going to finish this later, and that will be on the test. There’s really not much to say about this one, because it’s the step that requires the most raw effort, and you’re really only going to find that within yourself. Tell yourself what’s at stake, and realize that, by setting the standard for your mediocrity now, you’re potentially trapping yourself in a cycle that will last for years. 

STEP FIVE: CUT YOURSELF SOME SLACK

Maybe you’ve been on top of your shit for a day, a week, or even a month, and that’s really great. But then… you fail. You miss a deadline or you bomb a test. So what do you do now? Do you allow yourself to fall back into your old habits? Fuck no! Everyone fails, even that studyblr with those perfect bullet journal photos and a perpetually clean study space. I’m going to tell you something that’ll sound really strange: you should value your failures, especially if you worked hard to avoid them. What?! Be HAPPY about failing when I actually TRIED? Yeah, you heard me right. If you don’t know how to handle failure, then when you inevitably experience it, your reaction will be much worse. 

Failing hurts, and boy, I know how embarrassing it can be. But learning how to deal with failure, and especially how to keep trying after it happens, is an invaluable lesson. 

STEP SIX: TREAT. YO. SELF.

Disclaimer: I’m not suggesting you treat yourself after the most basic of tasks, because please. Treat yourself when you know you goddamn well deserve it. Remember that “all work and no play makes jack a dull boy.” If all you do is study and do your homework, then, pardon my french, your life sucks. If you don’t have friends, play a video game! Eat an entire jumbo chocolate bar! Indulge in whatever the fuck you want, you deserve it. I’m someone that has trouble prioritizing future benefits over immediate gratification, so by allowing myself little pleasures, I save myself from crashing and burning. 

Hope these tips helped, but remember to take them with a grain of salt - you’re you and I’m me, and different things work for different people. Good luck!

The Friendly Wager (Part 2)

Summary: AU. Reader and Bucky Barnes are neighbors and best friends. After yet another bad date, reader comes home to find Bucky with his typical weekend target. They decide to make a wager about dating, but is there more on the line than reader cares to admit?

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader

Word Count: 2,613

Warnings: language, fluff, sarcasm, complete and utter denial, social drinking

A/N: This is my submission for the lovely Kait’s ( @bionic-buckyb) 5k AU Challenge. Congrats on the followers, friend! My prompt was “Can you please come over so I don’t feel so alone?

Part 1 - 2 - 3

Originally posted by upper-east-side-elite

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no guarantees

When the knock falls on his door in the middle of the afternoon, Chowder is so grateful for the distraction from his homework he could cry.

He gets up, opens the door, and smiles–it’s Farmer, and she has a cardboard tray with two carry-out cups from Annie’s in her left hand. Kissing her briefly in greeting, he grabs one of the coffee cups. (It doesn’t matter which he takes, since they both drink it the same way anyway-no cream, two sugars.)

“You just saved my life, Cait,” Chowder informs her, sitting back down in his chair as she sits cross-legged on the bed. “I’m pretty sure another two minutes of staring at this screen and I’d, like, snap. Like those people on the news who are just, you know, postal workers or whatever, but then one day out of nowhere they try to stab a nun or something.”

Farmer raises an eyebrow. “That bad, huh?”

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What Was It This Time?

Requested by: Anonymous
(Here are the specifics)

Pairing: Reader x Peter Parker
Word Count: 1.8K
Warnings: Swearing, fluff

A/N: Prompts #10: “Don’t flatter yourself. I’m always this awkward.” and #22: “I can’t explain it right now, but I need you to trust me on this.” from this prompt list.

As usual, your eyes slide to the person sitting to the right, one row ahead of you. His head was ducked and you can see him doodling in his notebook, you wonder what kind of things run through such a brilliant mind.

“Mr. Parker, are you paying attention?” your English teacher, Mr. Campbell, calls from the front of the room. Peter’s head snaps up and he drops his pen,

“Y-Yes,” he stutters, clearly lying. You can’t see his face, but you’d bet that his cheeks were flushing red, knowing that he was lying.

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Sick - Request

Requested by @buckybarnesaddicted:  Hey can I have a request ? 😄 I have a cold at the moment and feel like reading a one shot where “Sherlock is taking care of you when you’re ill ” if you attached any gifs it would be awesome !!!

Pairing: Sherlock x reader

Word count: 2,763

Warnings: None.

A/N: Ugh, I need this right now but in real life. Also, I suck at adding gifs, my apologies.

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Originally posted by caratomi

Have you ever gone underwater and tried to listen to the conversation being held on the surface? Well, that was how (Y/N) heard everyone that day. Distant, confusing, overwhelming.

Have you ever smelled something so disgusting you instantly feel like fainting? That’s how (Y/N) felt that day, even if there was nothing to be smelled because her nose was blocked.

Have you ever been hung over and trying to act normal? Go to work, talk to people, even going outside to the sunlight. It’s annoying, like a hammer hitting ones skull every time a noise can be heard, and the sunlight feels like burning one’s eye orbs and just the thought of living feels like a nightmare.

Have you ever been so tired you feel like you can’t move? That was (Y/N). It was almost as the invisible elephants had tied invisible weights to her limbs just so it was harder for her to move. Or even more logically, like a prisoner who gets to carry the black berry around for a whole day.

But she coped with it. She followed John all over London, making questions, doing research, chasing after people and stopping to have something to eat in between all of that. She did it without complaining, only because it had to be done.

To be a Doctor, John was very distracted – or too much into his job – to notice she was sick. Maybe because in London the weather usually gets healthy people to have red noses – without mentioning the massive amount of makeup (Y/N) had tried to avoid looking like a character from Zombie Land – or maybe because (Y/N) wasn’t complaining, but either way, John had no idea she was sick.

Eventually, their work finished with a black eye on John and a few dollars less from (Y/N)’s bag. The two friends said their good-byes and went to their own ways. John returned home to his wife, and (Y/N) went back to Baker Street to give Sherlock the information they had gotten.

“You look terrible.” Sherlock commented without looking up from the files on his hands.

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I Think I Love You- Jughead Jones x Reader

Summary: You aren’t a very expressive person, so I don’t expect you to be a fan of PDA, but you literally won’t stop snuggling me no matter where we are. I kind of love it.
Pairing: Jughead Jones x Reader
Fandom: Riverdale
Word Count: 620
Warnings: None that I can think of. A couple of swears. Jughead seems a bit OOC.
Y/N= your name
L/N= your last name
Y/H/C= your hair colour
Y/C/E= your colour eyes

Masterlist
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The pitch black living room was filled with the dim lights of movie credits whilst Y/N stroked Jughead’s curly black hair as he laid in her lap.

His soft snores filled the otherwise quiet room, the movie being muted as soon as he had fallen asleep.


The remaining occupants of the room watched in awe as the couple continue to snuggle closer to each other’s body heat. A quiet yawn accompanies Jughead’s rapidly blinking eyes as wakes up.

He opens his eyes to gaze into Y/N’s and they slowly start to kiss, wolf whistles fill the air as the two break apart and turn bashfully away from each other. Jughead moves his head from the Y/H/C girls lap and moves to sit next to her.

The teenage boy puts his arm around her and pulls her closer to his body. The pair remain blissfully unaware of the other people in the room as they tiredly cuddle on the sofa.

Y/N shivers and moves closer to Jughead as a cold wind fills the room and they huddle closer and share body warmth, she pulls the blanket closer to them and Jughead pulls it up so high that his face is only visible. The couple remain so engrossed in each other that they don’t notice the movie end and that everyone else has fallen asleep.

Jughead and Y/N eventfully fall asleep in each other’s embrace and spoon for the rest of the night.
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The harsh fluorescent lights of Pops diner kept Jughead from falling asleep completely as he against his girlfriends shoulder. The girl in question was hurriedly writing away in her notebook whilst Archie, Veronica and Betty sat across from the pair.

Betty’s eyes remained on the couple as Y/N placed her arm around Jughead’s shoulders and pulled him closer all whilst still writing. The blonde haired girl nudged Veronica and motioned for her to watch the pair. Archie, however was oblivious to what was happening around him and stayed utterly engrossed in his cheeseburger and fries.

Y/N’s writing slowed as her boyfriend let out a long yawn and closed his eyes. She eventually shut her notebook closed and leant her head against the diners window, she sat gazing at Jughead and marvelling at his beauty. She looked away from him to find her two female companions staring intently at her and gushing over her boyfriend'a excessive PDA.

“Y/N, is Jughead alright? He seems different lately,” Veronica inquired as she stole one of Archie’s fries, the redhead still unaware of what was happening around him.

“Yeah he’s fine just a lot more affectionate than usual I guess.”

Y/N looked down at her boyfriend who was now letting out soft snores before clicking her fingers in front of Archie’s face to get his attention.

“Mind giving Jug and I a lift home?” She asked.

Archie hesitated before agreeing and and scoffed down the rest of his meal before helping Y/N carry Jughead to his pickup truck.
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The sharp green grass blades tickled Y/N’s legs as she lay on Riverdale Highs oval with her boyfriend Jughead.

Her boyfriend lay next to her, his maths textbook sat long forgotten next to her chemistry one as the pair listened to the soft music that was emitting from Jughead’s laptop.

Y/N turned to her boyfriend and sat up.

“Jug I’ve been meaning to ask why you’ve been so affectionate lately.”

Jughead sat up and twiddled his thumbs together before answering.

“ I guess it’s because I love you.”

His girlfriends face instantly became filled with a smile and she grabbed his face to pull him into a kiss.

Y/N pulled away and brushed Jughead’s black locks as she whispered those three magic words back to him.

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Fresh Start - Part 9

Pairing: Barry Allen x Reader

Featuring: Iris West, Julian Albert, Laurel Lance (Black Siren from Earth-2), Oliver Queen, Thea Queen,

Words: 2632 (I got carried out again. Sorry haha)

Warnings: meta-attack, Arrow spoilers (if you haven’t watched season 4)

Tags: @onceuponateenpanwolfian  @gothesimplethingsinlife @writingsofagirlintomanyfandoms  @kindfloweroflove @dejewskoo @castellandiangelo@moonlightbae14 @jade-cheshire @captainboomerangsunicorn @yohoyohoafandomlifeforme

Request: none

Notes: sorry for taking so long! We had a long weekend here in Spain so I spent it with my boyfriend’s family and I didn’t have my laptop with me. Thank you for your patience and I hope you like it!

PS: thanks for all the support I’m getting with this! Means a lot. Xx B.

PS2: if someone wants to be tagged and it’s not just let me know!

Originally posted by imnotgrantgustin

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That night Barry took you home when the sun was showing up on the horizon. You had spent the night by the bonfire laughing, joking, talking about each other’s lives and, of course, cuddling and kissing. It had been just perfect, like it should have been from the very beginning. You were tempted to ask him to stay over but you didn’t want to push it to far too soon, so you two just kissed in his car before he let you go, which was also hard for him. By the time you both fell on your beds that morning, nobody could erase the smile from your face but, of course, you fell asleep immediately.

When you opened your eyes, you found out you had fallen asleep wearing the clothes you had used for the date so the first thing you did was taking a long shower. Actually, you should go to the university since you had class, but you had already missed three of your classes so you just decided to take your day off and go for a run like you haven’t done in a while.

Meanwhile, Barry arrived at STAR Labs still sleepy but with a huge smile on his face. A smile that everyone noticed and of course, they all teased him about it. He didn’t mind though. For the first time, things with you were fine and everything seemed like it was working out.

“So how was it?” Iris asked with a huge smile on her face.

After everything Barry had gone through, she knew her best friend deserved to find that someone and maybe it could be you; so she really was excited about things working out between you two.

“Good. Really good” Barry told her smiling her back.

“But what did you do? Details!” She exclaimed.

“We didn’t do much” Barry laughed scratching the back of his neck. “We…ate, talked, laughed, kiss…a lot” he admitted.

“You kissed her!?” Iris asked.

“She kind of kissed me” he replied as he remembered how he teased you until you kissed him.

“That’s great!” She said hugging Barry as tight as she could.

“Guys, as much as I love hearing about Allen’s love life, we have a meta-attack downtown” Julian said looking at his phone. “Black Siren is moving again” he added looking at the team.

“I got her” Barry said before he speeded out of there.

You had no idea what was going on. One moment you were running downtown and the next one everything was chaos around you. A breach had opened just in front of you and a woman had come out of it like it was the most normal thing in the world. You stopped on your tracks, shocked as you saw the woman opening her mouth and screaming, causing you to cover your ears. It was the highest scream you had ever heard.

Once it stopped you could hear the police sirens coming your way so you decided to turn around and start running but before you did it, you saw the face of the woman and your heart literally exploded.

“Laurel?” You mumbled.

You knew you had to run and get away as far from there as you possible could but you were frozen. Laurel Lance, who died almost a year ago back in Star City, was now in front of you, wearing black leather and being chased by the police. When you said her name, she narrowed her eyes at you before she smirked.

“Silly girl” she said.

She opened her mouth to scream again but suddenly you were caught by something and the next second you were behind a building, away from the scene, feeling confused and disoriented.

“Are you alright?” A voice asked you. You managed to look up to find The Flash in front of you. The scarlet speedster had just saved you. “Are you alright?” He asked again, somehow his voice full of concern.

“I…I think so” you mumbled, still trying to understand what you had just seen.

“You have to go to the hospital” he said.

“No, I’m…I’m ok” you frowned.

He sighed and picked you up again, a couple of seconds later you were at the doors of the hospital and The Flash was nowhere to be seen. Since you were feeling okay you decided to go home instead of going into the hospital. If you went in there, they would probably call Oliver and you didn’t want him to worry about anything and, of course, you didn’t want to tell him you had just seen Laurel Lance in the flesh.

When you finally go to your apartment, you took your laptop immediately and started looking information about Laurel. It was painful to see photos of her and the news about her when her identity as the Black Canary was revealed. But it was there. She was dead and there was no way you could have seen her today. But somehow you had. And you needed an explanation. And there was only one person that could give you the information you needed: The Flash.

You had to find him.

But you didn’t have time to start digging about the superhero since there was a knock on the door. You imagined it was Barry who would have heard about the incident and was there to check on you but you were shocked when you were left face to face with your brother when you opened the door.

“Oliver?” You asked but there was no answer. All he did was grabbing your shoulders to look at you up and down before hugging you tight.

“God, are you okay?” He asked not letting you go.

“Eh…yes” you frowned. “You heard about the attack?” He nodded and pulled away to walk into your apartment while you closed the door. “It was an hour ago, how did you manage to come so fast?” You asked.

“Being the Mayor has its perks. Owning a private jet is one of them” he smiled at you.

“Oh, that jet you don’t let me borrow?” You asked raising an eyebrow.

“You want it to go to the Bahamas. Of course you’re not borrowing it” he said with a smile that disappeared immediately. “What happened? Why were you there?” He asked turning into ‘your older brother’.

“I…” you sighed. “I’m alright. I just went for a run and all the mess happened just where I was. That’s all” you shrugged. You wanted to tell him about Laurel but you knew it was a soft spot for him so you didn’t want to say anything until you knew for sure what you saw.

“How did you manage to escape?” He asked leaning against the back of the couch.

“The Flash saved me” you shrugged as you walked to the kitchen to grab something to drink.

“The Flash?” Oliver asked following you.

“I was as shocked as you are” you chuckled. “That guy is indeed fast. He took to the hospital in less than three minutes” you told him amazed.

“You’ve been to the hospital?” He asked freaking out again.

“Calm down, I’m fine. I didn’t even go inside. I was feeling okay and I didn’t want them to contact you” you said as you handed him a soda which he took. “Obviously, they didn’t even need to do it” you added with a smirk.

“I’m your brother, do you really believe I was going to stay in Star while you had been attacked?” He asked. You shrugged with a small smile before something popped into your head.

“How did you know I was there?” You asked.

“I saw a video on the news and I recognised you” he explained immediately.

“Oh…good” you nodded taking a sip from the soda. Then, there was another knock on the door. That was for sure Barry and you wasn’t ready for Oliver to meet him. Not just yet. “It’s unlocked!” You exclaimed praying it was anyone but Barry.

Suddenly, your sister came running into the kitchen, wrapping her arms around you, taking you completely by surprise.

“What the fuck?” You asked trying not to drop the soda.

“I was buying pizza down the street. How are you? Are you hurt?” She asked looking at you up and down like Oliver had done previously.

“I’m fine! Don’t worry, really. You didn’t have to come all the way here for god’s sake! A call would have made it and you had just been into the hospital!” you told them exasperated.

“You could have lied” Oliver shrugged.

“And I’m alright” Thea assured you.

“Thanks for the trust” you replied rolling your eyes which made him laugh. “Don’t worry” you told Thea, “I’m alright. The Flash saved me” you shrugged.

“The Flash?” She asked raising her eyebrows.

“Yes” you laughed. “He’s kind of the superhero here, it’s his job to save people” you laughed at their looks.

“Yeah, you’re right” Thea laughed as you walked to the fridge to grab another soda for her. “Now that you’re okay…shall we have lunch? I bought pizzas” she said.

“I love you so much for that” you said. “I’ll grab the plates, you go and opened the boxes. Oliver, take the napkins from the left cupboard” you ordered.

The three of you sat around the table and started eating as you asked them about things in Star City and they asked you about college. It seemed like everything was working out for everyone now and you were happy about it.

“By the way, Oliver…” you said when something came to your mind. “You’re in contact with the Green Arrow right?” You asked.

Just like every time someone brought that up, you could see how he tensed a bit. You never understood why but you always let it go.

“Barely” he said looking at you cautiously. “Why?”

“I need to contact The Flash and…I’m sure Green Arrow knows how to do it so I was thinking-“ before you could finish your sentence, your brother stopped you.

“No” he said. “You’re not meeting any of them. I will not have it” he said immediately.

“Why not?” You frowned.

“It’s dangerous” was all he said. “And why do you want to contact The Flash anyway?” He asked you.

“I want thank him” you lied. Well, it wasn’t completely a lie, you did want to thank him but you needed to know who you had seen earlier that day. “He literally saved my life today” you added.

“He saves so many people’s lives and they don’t try to contact him” Oliver shrugged.

“No one has ever tried” you shrugged.

“Let it go ok? I’m not giving you a way to contact the Green Arrow, let alone a meta human. Period” he said serious.

You were about to say something back but when you saw Thea’s face you knew it wasn’t the best idea so you sighed and let it go. You would have to find another way. A couple of hours later they finally left. Oliver had some things to do before the day was over so they said their goodbyes and left, leaving you alone to rest.

“Aren’t we going to visit Barry?” Thea asked Oliver when they were finally on the street.

“No. I don’t want him to know I have a sister, let alone that she’s here” he sighed. “I want her away from all this” he added.

“I agree” she nodded as they made their way to a taxi.

Once you finished cleaning up the apartment, which was a complete mess, you locked the door and laid down on the couch with a blanket over you, ready to take a nap. But, for the third time, someone knocked on your door. Obviously, the world had decided not to leave you alone that day. With a sigh you got up and walked to the door, unlocked it and opened to find Barry on the other side.

“Barry!” You exclaimed happily. Definitely, you didn’t mind if it was him who knocked on your door. “What are you doing here?” You asked.

“I heard about the attack and I saw you on the news” he said coming in to wrap his arms around you. “Are you okay?” He asked not letting you go.

“Don’t worry, I’m fine” you smiled hugging him back.

“Are you sure?” He asked pulling away and taking your face in his hands.

“Positive. Don’t worry” you smiled at him. He frowned a bit before sighing and crashing his lips against yours, taking you by surprise. “What was that for?” You chuckled when he pulled away.

“I was just too worried I needed to see you, check if you were fine and kiss you” he smiled a little.

“Well…You’ve seen him, you’ve checked that I’m fine but I’m not sure that kiss was enough” you smiled.

He smirked and pushed the door closed before kissing you again, pushing you slowly until your back met the back of the couch. You were already an addict to his kissed, you didn’t know why or what he had done to you, but you knew you didn’t want to be left without them ever.

“Was that enough?” He whispered pulling away again.

“Not even close” you smirked.

He laughed and kissed you once again, picking you up this time just to lay you down on the couch, with him on the top of you. You wrapped your legs around his waist to pull him closer to you as you played with his hair and his hands ran down your body, making you shiver. After a moment, you were forced to pull away to take some air, but all he did was moving his lips to your neck, immediately finding one of your sweet spots and attacking it, making you moan quietly but loud enough for him to hear it.

Barry smirked and pulled away to look down at you. His face was red due to the hot, just like yours. Still, you smiled at each other and sighed before he laid down next to you, wrapping his arms around you from behind.

“I really got scared today” he whispered. That confession really made you smile.

“Did you?” You asked and felt him nodding behind you.

“I…” he sighed. “Look at me” he said. Carefully, you turned around so you were facing him. “I care about you. A lot. It’s obvious that I like you and it’s obvious that you like me” he said making you smile. “So…we’ve been messing around, playing around for three weeks now and I’m tired of that” he said.

“What are you saying Allen?” You smirked.

“I’m saying that I’ve learned that life is too short to let things go so I want more with you, I want us to be more” he smiled. “If you want, of course” he added.

“Is Barry Allen asking if I want to date him officially? Isn’t that old fashioned?” You teased him.

“Oh alright. Now you tease me” he laughed poking your side where you were ticklish. “C’mon…what do you want?” He asked looking into your eyes.

Biting your lip you allowed yourself to lose yourself in him, in his eyes and his smile. You couldn’t lie, you wanted more too but at the same time it scared you. The fact that last date was amazing didn’t mean he wouldn’t leave you alone when you had the next one. Still, you wanted more. And he was right, life was too short. You had to take the time you had since you never knew when it would end.

“I want more” you said back.

Literally his eyes smiled when you replied. He pulled you even closer and kissed you again, feeling somehow relieved now that he had you officially in his life.

Not the One Part: 3

Summary: The reader has a massive crush on the Winter Soldier but he has eyes for a red headed.

Warnings: ANGST. CUSSING. 

Author’s Note: Thank you all for the love! I just hope y’all will like it.

Originally posted by depressedparalysis

It’s been 6 months since Barnes and Romanoff announced their engagement to the team but it’s been 7 months since they told you privately. It’s been 7 months since you lived in the Avengers tower. It’s been 7 months and you haven’t been the same Y/N everyone knows all to well. You moved out from the tower the day they told you about their stupid fucking engagement and you weren’t the only one who thought it was stupid. The whole team knew your love for the soldier and they congratulated them but they couldn’t help the look of disappointment that was painted on each and every one of their faces. 

You were cleaning your kitchen as Kodaline played in the background. You felt the sting on fresh tears seeping their way threw your waterline. You continued to clean while the tears raced down the sides of your face. 

Broken bottles in the hotel lobby
Seems to me like I’m just scared of never feelin’ it again
I know its crazy to believe in silly things
It’s not that easy I remember it now it takes me back to when it all first started
But I only got myself to blame for it and I accept it now
It’s time to let it all go, go out and start again
It’s not that easy But I’ve got high hopes
It takes me back to when we started

“Hi I’m Y/N, I’ll be your new partner.” You were too excited to be teamed up with Bucky Barnes that you were literally jumping up and down with excitement. Bucky chuckled at your child-like personality and flashed you a winning smile as he turned around to face you fully. 

“Hi I’m Bucky, it’s nice to me you.” He had a faint pink tint on his cheeks while your whole face looked like a damn tomato. You looked anywhere but him and mumbled a ‘you too.’ 

That was the first time you met Bucky Barnes. 


High hopes
When you let it go go out and start again
High hopes
When it all comes to an end
But the world keeps spinning around And in my dreams I meet the ghosts of all the people who’ve come and gone
Memories they seem to show up so quick but they leave you far too soon
Naive I was just staring at the barrel of a gun
I do believe it But I’ve got high hopes
It takes me back to when we started

”Y/N! WATCH OUT!” You felt something percolate down your right side and then you felt the rush of the pain at once. You crumpled into the dirt landing on your side and you saw feet treading towards your line of vision. They stopped abruptly in front of your face and you looked at the mysterious man with the heavy footsteps. You didn’t see his face but you did see the barrel of a gun pointed directly in between your eyes. You didn’t cry or beg, you braced for it. 

“NO!” Bucky tackled the man a little too harshly due to the pain of the tackle the pain shot your shoulder. With a quick snap of the neck, the enemy was laying lifeless in the dirt. You applied pressure to the wound on your shoulder and your side. 

“Bucky I-” 

“You’re so stupid Y/N! You could have gotten everyone killed!” You kept your mouth shut the rest of the ride back to the tower. 

That was the first time Bucky made you feel worthless. 


High hopes
When you let it go go out and start again
High hopes
When it all comes to an end
But the world keeps spinning around
But I’ve got high hopes
It takes me back to when we started
High hopes
When you let it go go out and start again
High hopes
When it all comes to an end
But the world keeps spinning around
[x2]Yeah this world keeps spinning
How this world keeps spinning around

You just received the worst news of your life and you are running away from it. Bucky is getting married to someone who was suppose to be your friend. 

“I’m leaving.” You appeared in the lounge area with your luggage in tow and your eyes hallow. The team paused the movie they were watching for movie night. You decided to tell them together rather than rumors spread or someone be missed. Even Barnes and Romanoff were there. 

“Why?” You scoffed at Steve’s acting and threw him a raised eyebrow to which he returned with a sad shrug accompanied by a tearful smile. 

“I’ll visit.” You smiled to the team as they one by one came and hugged you along with a couple of ‘please don’t go’ and ‘I’ll go with you.” You chuckled at Wanda’s stubbornness to not take no for an answer that she was moving with you. She eventually backed down with some of Visions logical reasoning. The team carried your belongs to the truck as the engaged couple came to talk to you. 

“Y/N.. what happened to you?” Natasha’s comment triggered something in you and you began to sob. 

“Yo-you want to kn-know what happened to m-me? YOU HAPPENED TO ME, BOTH OF YOU!” Your crying began to make your body shake with pain and grief. “You were suppose to be my friend Natasha. I really do hope it’s worth it. I really do hope that you both will fall in love with each other at some point because otherwise the years that I will have to endure without you Bucky, will be wasted.” You sniffled as you finally felt some weight being lifted off your shoulders. You didn’t get a response as you began to walk to the elevators. You looked over your shoulder to find a tear slowly falling down his face and Natasha looking disheveled. 

“Goodbye.” 


You blinked a few times as you remembered the memories that will scar you for a lifetime. Wiping the tears from your face, you made your way to the living room. You dropped your body onto the couch and reached for your laptop, thinking Tumblr would help your mood. You just logged in when your phone began to ring and at the sound you groaned rather loudly. When Steve’s name came on the screen you pressed accept. 

“Hello?”

“Y/N! It’s Bucky, he’s been shot.. he might no-”

“I”M ON MY WAY!!” You were already in your truck when you hear Steve’s panic voice and you sped in the direction of the tower. Not giving Steve a chance to decline you hung up on the Captain. Your eyes began to leak huge tears as you thought about never being able to even hear his voice or see his smile. 

You made it to the tower in less than five minutes and parked your car in the garage then rushed your way to the medical bay. When you got to the medical bay you saw Bucky standing there looking confused and stunned. Your eyebrows furrowed and you walked in further as you examined his stature. Your hair and eyes slowly became a fiery red as you figured Steve lied to you about Bucky’s life being in danger. 

“He did it to get us to talk.” Bucky noticed your rage and began to think it was best to calm you down before you get a hold of Steve.  You had your back turned to the soldier as you tried to calm down for Bucky’s sake and began to slowly turn around and look at him, really look at him. 

“You look like shit.” Your words ran true and you didn’t hold back either. He looked like he just got back from hell. He’s skin is pale and transparent almost, his once blue eyes are now grey and dead, his hair is greasy and messy, his lips were chapped probably from dehydration, his shoulders are slumped and he looks like he hasn’t slept in months. You wrinkled your nose at the man as you thought how sick he must feel. 

At your comment and first words of choice, Bucky threw his head back and clamped a hand over his stomach due to his belching laugh. Your eyes twinkled a little at his smile and the response he gave you. Subconsciously you took a couple steps forward, you wanted to be around him. 

“You too.” You scoffed at his shortness but you laughed through your nose as you found he was right. You turned to look at your reflection on one of the glass windows. Your hair looked like it suffered a hurricane disaster, your eyes were slumped, your skin was paler than usual, your body was slumped over as though gravity was failing and your eyes were red and swollen. You cringed at your appearance in the reflection and tried to fix your hair. 

You sighed and began to walk towards a chair near Bruce’s desk. Bucky studied your every move and you began to grow nervous under his intense stare. You thought about talking but what would you say? So you decided to snoop through Bruce’s desk and you came a across a rubber band ball. You snickered and threw the ball at a wall to your right and watched it bounce off and land in your hands. 

“We should talk Y/N.” You didn’t look his way as he spoke in a gentle manner.

“Talk then.” You began to grow engrossed with the ball and you were about to catch it when a metal hand beat you to it. You rolled your eyes as you stood up and walked towards a table to sit upon. You pushed yourself on the table and looked at Bucky in a waiting stare.

“The team misses you..Y/N please move back in.” You rolled your eyes and stared in a different direction than the handsome man in front of you. 

“No.” Your voice was blunt and held nothing but emptiness. You glanced his way and saw the irritation in his eyes. He obviously didn’t want to do this but you guess Steve made him do it. You rolled your eyes as irritation began to cloud your calm state. You didn’t want to be here unless it was an emergency. This wasn’t an emergency.  

“And why not?” Bucky was getting annoyed with your stubbornness. You whipped your head in his direction in a millisecond. You glared your stone cold eyes at the foolish man before you. 

“Are you seriously asking me that question?” At this point your anger disappeared and was replaced with hurt. Your voice was laced with desolation as you spoke. 

“COME ON Y/N! GET OVER IT, I CHOSE HER! YOU LOST!” Bucky threw his arms in the air and he almost looked pained to say those words. 

“I DIDN’T LOSE BECAUSE YOU NEVER GAVE ME A CHANCE! HOW CAN I LOSE WHEN I WASN’T GIVEN A CHANCE TO COMPETE?!” You had tears dashing down your face and you had abandon your place on the table and now stood before Bucky. You were only two feet away from him as you screamed at his blindness. Bucky seemed at a loss for words so you continued your rant. 

“How can you say you don’t love me when you don’t know the first thing about me? How can you tell me to get over you? I love you Bucky. Do you know what that means? It means I’m going to pretend to love your music even when I want to blow my brains out when I hear Frank Sinatra playing. It means I’m going to always look for your favorite ice cream at the store and if they don’t have it, I’ll find it somewhere in this crowed city because the look on your face when you see it brightens my day. It means I’ll let you think that you killed more bad guys than me on missions because you look so happy when you win. It means I’m going to take all the mean comments and hateful looks because at least you are talking and looking at me. It means I’m going to let you have the last piece of dessert even if it’s my favorite. It means I will hunt down those bastards that did this to you because when I hear you scream at night, the only way I can go back to bed is to go to a HYDRA base and light them on fire. It means that I could listen to you all day about anything and everything. It means that I want you to be happy everyday even if it’s not me and it’s not. It means I will love you forever.” Your voice was gentle and compassionate as you spoke some of the things you love about Bucky. You held eye contact the entire time you confessed your tender feelings. 

Bucky’s lips parted at your confession and gulped a large bubble of air as he took everything you said in. You sighed as you walked to the entrance and leaned on the door. You didn’t want to be here anymore. 

“Steve I will light you on fire if you do not let me go.” Your voice was calm and neutral and that means you were serious about lighting Steve on fire. The door opened with a ‘sorry’ echoing out of the speakers that were installed around the tower. You glanced back at Bucky and began to walk out of the place you use to call home. 


BUCKY’S POV. 

Y/N glanced my way before she finally left the tower. I stood there completely shocked and confused at her confession. I was deep in thought when Steve and Natasha entered the room. Natasha placed a hand on my shoulder that pulled me out of my thoughts and back into reality. Steve stood before me with a sorrow look on his face. He missed Y/N and so did the whole team. Well maybe not Natasha. Wait.

“Nat did you know Y/N is in love with me?” I took a step away from her touch and her presence. 

“Well I mean, yeah.” She chuckled and tried to take hold of my hand but I pulled it back before her skin came into contact with me.

What?” Steve and I said in unison. I was flabbergasted at her confession. Y/N was her friend. 

“Why didn’t you tell me!?” She looked bewildered by my harsh tone towards her.

“I wanted you to myself. Plus we are perfect together.” She spoke in a duh manner that made me give her a ‘what the fuck’ look. 

“We are done.” At my words, she began to become fearful. Her face wore a frightened mask and she began to cry fake tears in hopes I would take her back. 

Steve stood beside me the whole time and didn’t say a word as the scene unfolded. He padded me on the back as Natasha finally left with a huff, seeing she wasn’t getting her way. 

“What now?” Steve stood in front of me as he asked about the game plan now. 

“I need time to figure things out.” My voice was small at how foolish I felt but luckily Steve just patted my shoulder and left with a spring in his step. 

I sighed as my feet carried me to my room to figure out what the fuck I’m going to do now. I rubbed my face as I thought about Y/N’s confession to me. I began to get a thought. 

“F.R.I.D.A.Y. would you show me all the footage of Y/N we have?” I sat on my couch in my living space that Stark had arranged for all of us. 

“Yes Mr. Barnes.” I hummed as my TV came on and the first thing I see is Y/N. 

I sat back on the couch and made myself comfortable because this was going to take a very long time. 





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boyfriend!Jungkook
  • before jungkook even thinks of confessing to you first, he’s going to try and figure out some way to guarantee that you like him before he takes any steps forward
  • this will probably include him teasing you about any “crushes” you have, he’ll probably even pull in taehyung and jimin to help him out and be like “hey…do you know who they like??” and taehyung will start laughing and be like JUNGKOOK YOU LIKE THEM DONT YOU and jimin will be like ???? wait you like them???? i thought you were just curious about who they like??? and basically jungkook learns: never ask for secretive help from the 95 line
  • but at some point jungkook decides that you know what hes just has to tell you because although he’ll never say it outloud, the softness of your smile and the happiness that you bring up in his heart is something he can’t just play off anymore
  • so he does tell you,,,, after like three failed attempts to get you alone and when he does you can see it’s hard for him because he acts like this over confident kid but in real life he’s just as insecure and nervous as anyone else and you know when the three words come out ‘i like you’ they’re the most genuine thing jungkook has ever said to you
  • your first dates are all more like friends hanging out,,, you go to the arcade and battle each other in all the games trying to win more tickets but when you’re like one hundred short of the big teddy bear jungkook gives you the remaining amount and then turns away so u dont see him get red in the face 
  • you go to like the movies, usually comedies or action films and you two laugh and have a good time but it’s not exactly romantic 
  • like your fingers brush in the popcorn and jungkook has like an electric shock run up through him because god he wants to hold your hand but ….. ???/? would you want that???? he needs to know
  • finally after like four or five dates of you just chilling with each other, usually going to crowded places like amusement parks, arcades, or the zoo jungkook is finally like ‘we text all the time, they keep going on dates with me, i can do this. i can kiss them.’
  • and so for the first time ever he invites you to a late dinner and it’s at a small little place tucked away near bighit but the food is really good and jungkook’s like ‘it’s a gem for me and the hyungs……im glad you like it’
  • and you guys like talk….much deeper than before and you learn some things about jungkook that shock you, you know that he’s always putting on the most positive front to keep others happy and sometimes he teases to show he has confidence, but somehow you see that that isn’t always just the reason and you know you spill some personal stuff to and you leave the place (jungkook does not let you pay he was like we could split halves but if jin hyung finds out he’ll call me cheap forever) 
  • and as he’s walking you home he’s looking at you from the side of his eye and he’s like …. their lips….look…..soft……jungkook get urself together
  • and he totally gives himself this inner peptalk and he like leans in a couple times to put his hand on your waist but keeps hesitating and pulling back
  • and u notice ofc but u kinda wanna see him pull the first move but by his third attempt you just stop walking and you’re like ‘come here’ u pull him down by the collar and just kiss him gently and u pull back and jungkook is just……..there are just stars in his eyes but he’s also smirking and ur like???/ and he’s like
  • “you like me a lot don’t you?”
  • and you’re like SRSLy jungKOOK rigHT NOW with tHE TEasing 
  • you wanna hit him but he runs ahead chuckling and you like chase him through the streets its cute heh
  • so jungkook slowly and steadily gets more stable in his confidence to like initiate romantic things with you he starts holding your hand and giving you small kisses, but mostly in private because he has this protective feeling over you like you learn this later but he’s like ‘i want to be the only one to see your face after we kiss….i really like it’ (cheese lord right here)
  • but anyway one day you come over to watch him play basketball with the hyungs and like when his team wins he runs over to like high five you but u lean up to kiss him and congratulate his victory and like literally 
  • jungkook almost falls over on the spot
  • like the boy almost goes down like the london bridge 
  • the rest of bts burts out into laughter like taehyung does NOT Let the maknae live after that
  • jungkook gets a lil pouty at u for it but ur poking his cheek like ‘hey hey,,,, it’s not my fault u got so shocked’ and hes like ‘kissing me in front of the hyungs??? that’s like signing my death wish ……’ 
  • did i mention that dating jungkook also means youre now jin’s child in law basically like he treats you like it
  • makes you and jungkook call him both to make sure you are ok when you’re out on late dates
  • if you don’t jin gives you an ear full on safety precautions and how “you kids” worried him to death 
  • taehyung and jimin become like your best friends
  • taehyung helps you play pranks on jungkook like all the time but like he also plays pranks on you and jungkook like once he ‘accidentally’ leaned his head on your shoulder while you were over for a movie marathon just to see it piss jungkook off and when jungkook put ice cubes down his shirt as revenge taehyung whined to u like ‘ur boyfriend is so extra’ but u were like ‘that’s what u get for fake flirting with me nerd’ 
  • jimin is so soft he’s always like ‘tell me if jungkook is treating you right! ill get on that lil demons butt if he’s not ^^’ and you’re like omg thank u and tbh ur always like scolding jungkook if he says anything about jimin being small or w/e and jungkook is like “ur dating me not jimin stop worrying about him” and ur like “wow taehyung was right u get so extra when your jealous” 
  • jungkook like 24/7: im not the jealous type
  • bts: UHUH Ok .mmmmHMMMM
  • as you get comfortable with skinship you learn jungkook absolutely adores giving you back hugs,,, like if you go in for a hug, he somehow turns it into a big hug
  • buries his head in the crook of your neck, nuzzles your hair, tells you the most cutely embarrassing things only because you cant see his face so he is safe 
  • but also whispers like “i drank all the juice even though you told me not to, sorry babe’ and u turn around to scold him but he’s running away laughing…..this is also a habit of his hehe
  • but no seriously he loves holding you in his arms like that and he is always the big spoon if you nap together
  • he does this thing where he pulls you just closer and closer as he gets sleepier and it’s so cute hehe u can feel his lips on the side of your neck sometimes and youre like “jungkook-’ but he’s already knocked out
  • deep into the relationships like half of your dates are either at the dorm/practice room with you and jungkook like watching anime on some laptop or the tv, usually like you two are laying upside down off the couch or are sprawled out on the floor and jin is always like ‘u two are such children!!!!!! jungkook take them out somewhere fancy!!!!’ but ur like no worries mama jin watching anime and feeding each other like nachos is my ideal type of date rofl
  • jungkook always lets you borrow clothes when u come over to the dorm
  • like he has this endless supply of big flannels and white t-shirts so ur always like laying around wrapped in the sleeves of his big flannel and namjoon is like smh is that your couple item? a damn flannel? and u and jungkook are like we are a simple couple
  • if u wear something cute jungkook doesn’t really comment but if you ask like ‘do i look nice?’ he gives you this smile slash smirk and you’re like what does that mean but he just shrugs
  • he can be so aggravating
  • once tried to used your head as an elbow rest and you almost tackled him for it
  • yoongi in the back like:SMAck dOWn 
  • jungkook also carries you to annoy you
  • like you can get up perfectly fine by yourself but jungkook scoops you up in his hands and is like ‘let’s go to the kitchen and get some snacks’ ur like i can walk i have feet but he’s just laughing like ‘i know, but im so strong right???? im such a good boyfriend’ ur like omf no ur being unnecessary 
  • but he is strong,,,,,it’s nice what no you didn’t say that
  • once you and jungkook bought a goldfish on impulse and named it ‘iron man’ and jin was like oh my god can you two even keep that thing alive for more than a week???
  • (probably not sorry iron man)
  • so like when jungkook kisses you remember how he’s like ‘i want to keep it private, this is just for us’ well he’s like that because its kind of his nature to keep things he loves all to himself and also like he’s such a slow kisser sometimes it drives you insane 
  • his kisses are like always soft never applying to much pressure and his lips move only when yours do…..he’s probably a fan of running his tongue over the roof of your mouth slowly, keep you two pressed tightly together for as long as possible with his hand no the back of your neck or on your lower back
  • you’re kinda like expecting him to snap or something, but he likes having you wait and you know want him to do more but knowing that he won’t 
  • jungkook won’t admit it but he loves it when you initiate kisses first, especially if he’s just droning on about something and you’re like ‘come here, instead of talking let’s make out’
  • in his head he’s like hell yes sign me up but on the outside hes like ‘aw you can’t wait a little lon-’ thankfully you shut him up pretty fast 
  • once taehyung got a photo of you kissing and threatened to show it to jin so jungkook did aegyo and let him record it as a payment for him to delete the picture you were like omg and jungkook was like “i sacrifice so much for us” rofl
  • jungkook and you want to go to disneyland and one day you plan to and tbh you two got to the amusement park in seoul and get matching cute headbands but thats like the only couple item u guys really have
  • minus like the flannel he bought you for a holiday once
  • and also probably like adidas slippers hoseok gave u two as a gift on ur 100th day or smthing
  • jungkook does this annoying thing where he lays his head on your stomach while you’re laying down on your phone and ur like ur heavy get off but he does not. he is like “ill get off when u put down ur phone and pay attention to me” hes like 5 
  • you guys eat street food when you don’t get to have dinner and jin nags no matter what but nothings better then walking by the han river in the night breeze holding hands and eating snacks ,,,,, its simple but to you and jungkook its relaxing 
  • once he changed your ringtone to a linkin park song and it was so loud when he called u u almost screamed 
  • in revenge you deleted gdragons albums off his phone 
  • a beautiful relationship really amazing
  • but in all seriousness when you’re down, jungkook can be awkward or clumsy, but he is caring. he really hates seeing you upset but he knows when he needs to give you space because he believes in you and knows you can fix your own problems but if you need him there, he will be there.
  • he’s not good with words but he’s good at knowing what you need like if you really need to call another friend or if you just really need a cup of your favorite tea like he’s got you. no problem. it’s like some sort of telepathy between you two
  • and you have it for jungkook too like he will never out right say he’s sad or needs to lean on your for support but you know when he’s going through something dark like you can read him and it’s comforting for him because he isn’t the type to say it specifically so thankfully you love him enough to know yourself
  • but for the most part you and jungkook are a giggling couple of fun, excitement. like people see the two of you and are reminded of their young first loves it’s so cute
  • jungkook made a photo of you sleeping-in a face mask his phone background so you made a bad fantaken of him yours and you two instead of getting mad just high fived each other for being so witty
  • jungkook shyly kissing your forehead for the first time and you being like “let me kiss yours” and him holding his bangs down like ‘nooooo way’ 

anonymous asked:

I CANT WAIT FOR THAT JIMON FIC OMG I HOPE ITS DONE SOON IM SO EXCITED

who is this???? i love you thank you for inspiring me to finish this <3 <3 <3

04.10.17 edit: found the anon!! inspired by @caqtis

introducing you & me || (jace/simon, coffee shop au, 5k+) || read on ao3

Maia ‘discovered’ Simon’s musical act through her girlfriend Clary, and decided that she’d torment Jace – who is technically her boss – by letting Simon do a gig for their live music nights. Jace hates him so much. He’s loud, and obnoxious, and wears bright graphic tees that stretch over his broad chest and are fucking annoying. He never shuts up, and has apparently made it is his personal challenge to piss Jace off as much as possible by calling him names and bringing in increasingly ridiculous things for his sets. 

“You have a crush on him!” Maia had gleefully accused after Simon’s first night playing. Jace, leaning against the counter and watching the packed audience listen to Simon’s soft, crooning voice, had frowned and spluttered out “I do not.”

Jace definitely does.

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skype part i [h2ovanoss]

“Are you sure you can handle yourself, Jonathan?”

“For the third time, Mother, Yes. I can handle myself. I’m grounded anyways.” Jonathan mumbled the last part, hoping that his mother didn’t hear it. But as always, mothers find out.

“You are grounded. If I hear any funny business from anyone or anything suspicious when your father and I get home, we will move back to North Carolina. Got that?” Jonathan’s mother said sternly, as Jonathan rolled his eyes and nodded sarcastically if that made sense. “Maybe do some homework while you’re at it, son. Haven’t seen you do that in a long time.” Jonathan’s father said it with not much emotion, which left Jonathan confused, not knowing if he was joking or being serious. “I would do my homework, but you know,” Jonathan started, “you banned me from school for two weeks.” Jonathan did actually have homework to finish from those previous weeks, but it’s not like he was going to do that homework anyways. So, he didn’t let that thought occupy his mind. He had much better plans.

“Loosen up, guys. Go to Hawaii without your son. I don’t have anything to contact my friends or anything. You took those away from me too.” Jonathan sassed back. With his phone, PC, every game console he owned, taken away from him; he had plenty of time to waste for thinking about sassy comebacks and quips for, not only his friends, but his parents. Ever since Jonathan confessed to him that he was a flaming bisexual, they haven’t been a very happy and bubbly family like they were before.

“Just do as much shit as you can that doesn’t involve being a faggot, Jonatha-”

“Jon. It’s Jon.” Jonathan growled, his eyes growing a darker shade of blue, making Jonathan’s mother step a bit backwards. And of course, his father not giving any flying fucks.

“Whatever, let’s go, Elizabeth.” my what-so-called father dragged my mother to the car, carrying their luggage with them. I heard the car engine start and tires screeching abruptly on the drive-way. The roaring of their car engine fade away.

I looked out the window and saw mo sight or trail of them. I smirked and immediately ran to my parents’ room and opened their walk-in closet.

“Bottom of the third pile, second row, fifth column.” I whispered to myself, counting each column and pile and row there was until I found it. My laptop.

I laughed, “God, they’re so fucking stupid when it comes to hiding things. Like their failed marriage.” I said, looking at the ‘hidden’ divorce papers under other piles of junk mail.

I went to my room and literally jumped onto the bed and locked my door. I closed my window and locked them so my neighbor doesn’t get suspicious.

I opened the laptop and turned it on, “I’m almost there.” I murmured, putting my password into the blank space.

Once it went to desktop, I didn’t care about my social media, the amount of memes I’ve missed in the past four months, the amount of notifications I have from that one party. I had my priorities.

I double-clicked the logo, clicking his name, then clicking call.

“Jon?”

“Evan! Evan, hi! Oh my god, how long has it been?” I yelled out, but not too loud for my neighbor to hear.

“Dude, you’ve missed so much. The guys have missed you so much. Especially me, baby.” Evan winked, joking the last part. “What did I miss?” I asked excitedly and clapping my hands together, The amount of things I wanted to hear from his angelic voice was making me nervous and— “Everything basically. You probably missed the news that drugs were found it some kid’s locker and they had school lock down for a few days…” Evan went on and on, missing the feeling of comfort and nostalgia, even if its only been two weeks.

Jonathan checked the time, his parents were so suspicious of him that they had his neighbor check on him on 00:30. It was already 23:30. One more hour His mind went back to his best friend, “Tyler and Craig got into a huge fight and one thing lead to another, Daithi tried to stop Tyler, but we all know how that would’ve ended up.”

Jonathan was shocked, “Holy shit, is Daithi okay? Let me guess, black eye and a busted lip?” Evan smirked, “Tyler’s iconic.”

“So, did Craig and Tyler make up?”

Evan chuckled, “Tyler came into school the next day after lunch with a cocky smirk and messed up hair, along with Craig who looked dazed as fuck and limping quite a bit.” Jonathan chuckled as well, “Ah. Make-up sex. In the bathroom too, I salute the two.” Jonathan shook his head, smiling a little bit.

Evan kept talking and talking and talking and fuck, Jonathan couldn;t will away the fact that it was starting to get a little hot. Jonathan was sweating. He couldn’t will away the fact that he was turned on; aroused; horny. He always knew he had some sort of tiny infatuation for the asian, but he never really paid attention to it or Jonathan himself pushed it away. Before Jonathan could even realize, he was already palming himself through his basketball shorts. “It just sucks without you, Jonathan,” Evan sighed.

Not soon after, Evan was still telling stories from how Tyler literally almost fucked Craig during a party to how Brian gave Brock the most deep purple hickey he’s ever seen. “Like, how could someone bite that hard? . . There were teeth marks!” Evan said, running his hand through his own hair. Jonathan always thought when Evan did that with his hair was fucking hot.

Jonathan already slipped his hand into his briefs and started to touch himself, ragged breaths already starting to emit from his throat, trying to hide from Evan the fact that he was jerking off to him. Sure, Jonathan had had lewd dreams about the canasian, but he never thought he’d have enough balls to touch himself while skyping him.

Evan was walking around his own room, looking for something around his room. Jonathan didn’t know what he was looking before because he wasn’t paying attention, for obvious reasons. “Aha!” Evan found whatever he was looking for, and bent down to grab it, and Jonathan could see his best friend’s plump round ass clearly. Jonathan sucked in a breathe. Hoping Evan wouldn’t hear him. What is the circumference of his ass? It’s like, perfectly round. Jonathan thought to himself.

Unfortunately for Jonathan, Evan did hear him and looked back at his camera, walking back with his head cocked to the side. “What’s wrong, bud?” Evan said, and because he was sick—as he said earlier, when Jonathan was actually paying attention— Evan had a husky and sexy voice, like as if he had just woken up.

That alone set Jonathan over the edge, biting his lip to stop the moan from emitting from his mouth. At this point, Jonathan was already jerking himself off. “Jon, why is your camera moving up and do– oh my god.”

Fuck.

Jonathan was having a tsunami of mixed emotions going on in his mind. Lust and embarrassment being the strongest.

“Jon, are you… jerking off?”

calfreezy x reader imagine: it’s just a prank bro!  (i had to lolol im sorry)

REQUESTED:  “Could you do a Calfreezy imagine where he’s planning to pull a prank on (Y/N) by telling her he cheated but she instantly sees the camera and to get back at him she tells him it’s okay because she cheated on him or something like that? And after its just sweet and fluffy. Thank you!”

“Y/N, can I talk to you for a hot sec?” 

Callum leaned his head round the door frame of his bedroom where I was sitting in his bed, scrolling through twitter on my laptop whilst he filmed a Q&A in the other room. He had originally asked me to join him however I declined, not wanting to make an appearance whilst feeling as rough as I did on this day. Last night was New Years; and I remembered absolutely nothing. Not even midnight. For all I know, Callum could have kissed any other girl in the room at midnight and I literally would have not an inkling. This, of course, didn’t leave me feeling in best condition for the first day of the year.

“Sure,” I responded to Callum. “Are you done filming?”

“Yeah.” He answered. I made space in his bed for him to come over however he declined.

“No, in the lounge.”

“Oh Callum why?” I groaned, uncomfortable with the idea of leaving his bed being it was cold and bright outside of this room. 

“I know baby I know, but it’s serious and I don’t want Harry to hear, which he will if I talk to you about it in here.”

“Okay..” I rubbed my head, slightly concerned. “Just give me a minute to adjust.”

“Whatever you wish,” he smiled before leaving the room. I went to log out of twitter when I noticed he had tweeted only a couple of minutes before. The tweet read something about pulling one final prank before the Q&a ended. I logged out, furrowing my eyebrows in confusion as I realised he had told me it was already over, and as I was dry, clean and not physically jumping him, no pranks had been pulled on me as far as I was aware. I stood anyway, stretching. I was wearing only one of Cal’s weezy shirts and my underwear. I contemplated putting on extra clothes but decided against it.

“This better be good, my everything kills.” I warned Callum as I made my way into the lounge. He was sat on a chair in front of the balcony window, another chair next to him reserved for me. He looked nervous. I took my seat, looking up at him.

Behind him, taped to the TV i instantly noticed a go pro. I squinted my eyes to focus on it. Was I being recorded?

“So Y/n,” Cal began to speak, interrupting my thoughts as I looked at him. “Obviously last night was New Years, and we had a party, in this very flat.”

“Yes?” I questioned. “Why are you telling me this, I know, I was there..”

“But you were extremely intoxicated were you not?”

“Well yeah..”

He looked down, his hands clasped together. 

“Last night..I kissed someone else. I cheated. I’m sorry.”

I turned away from him, feeling my heart drop. I looked over at the door contemplating whether or not to just get up and leave when I saw another camera, taped to the top of the door. Then everything made sense: the tweet, the go pro. I was being pranked. 

I looked down, smirking. This should be fun.

“Cal..” I looked back up at him. “I’m so glad were on the same page.”

“I’m so sorry- wait, what?”

“I’m glad you did, because I did too.”

“Y/N? You did what? Are you still drunk why aren’t you mad?”

“Cal,” I grabbed his hand in mine. “At midnight, I kissed Simon. I’m so sorry.”

“Y/n? Are you fucking serious?”

His face paled, jaw wide open. His reaction was priceless. 

“Cal you kissed someone too! it’s alright, we’re even!”

“No we’re not fucking even! You cheated!” He stood up.

“Cal I’m sorry, I was just so drunk and you look so alike..I thought it was you!”

He stood still, his fists clenched. Suddenly his face screwed up.

“You thought he was..Y/N are you pranking me?”

I couldn’t stop the laugh that escaped my mouth as I jumped up onto Cal, wrapping my legs around his waist and my arms around his neck. He stood completely still faking anger, although he couldn’t stop the smile that made it’s way onto his face. I planted small kisses all over his neck.

“I GOT YOU YOU FUCK!” I exclaimed through a laugh. “WHO GOT PRANKED NOW BITCH?”

“YOU FUCKING MADE MY HEART DROP!”

He placed his large hands on my waist, squeezing me before he began tickling me. I giggled into his neck as he carried me over to the sofa and threw me down upon it, still tickling me. When I begged him to stop he didn’t and so I pulled his shirt. He lowered himself onto me and our lips met, smiling against eachother. 

“I love you you fuck,” I whispered into him.

“I love you too.” He replied before kissing me once more. I ran my hands through his hair as he climbed on top of me, his hands still on my waist, briefly coming in contact with the lace of my underwear.

“Oh Jesus get a room you two.” Harry groaned, entering the room suddenly.

“Oops.”

anonymous asked:

Omg, Taehyung as a five years old child is so freaking cute, I melted reading it!! Can You write more about this, pretty please? 🙏🏻☺️

Jimin is probably the one who loves baby Taehyung the most tbh. He’s so used to being cuddled and babied by Taehyung it’s just so fun for him when Taehyung turns into a five years old because finally HE can be the one babying his best friend. 

It’s late at night and Jimin is just returning from his own late night dance practice when he suddenly hears sniffling and little whimpers. His eyebrows furrow and for a moment he thinks he’s just so tired he’s hearing things until he hears the sound of tapping or knocking. 

“Holy shit, Jungkook was right, the dorm IS haunted.” 

Jimin is ready to just nope the fuck out of there and hide back in the practice rooms when another sniffle is let out and a quiet “Yoonieeee.” is followed. Oh… Taehyung. Jimin pauses for a moment and then it hits him Taehyung is a toddler again and is crying. TAEHYUNG IS CRYING! Jimin speeds down the hall to where he can hear the sniffling and his heart nearly breaks at the sight of a small toddler Taehyung, dressed in his over sized shirt, sitting in front of Seokjin’s and Yoongi’s bedroom door with his wide eyes puffy and wet. 

He watches the way Taehyung rubs his eyes with his small little fist before his hand moves back to tap on the door and it’s just too much. Jimin squats next to his baby best friend and smiles gently. 

“Hey baby… what’s wrong?” 

Taehyung just whimpers. 

“It’s dark. Want Yoonie hyung.” 

It’s just so fucking adorable and cute because it’s so late into the night and Taehyung is clearly sleepy and falling asleep in his spot but the toddler refuses to let his eyes shut. Jimin pulls Taehyung into his arms and stands to carry him back to their own room with him. 

“Yoongi hyung is back in his studio, Tae, he’s working. How about you cuddle with Jiminnie hyung and when Yoongi comes back you can go nap with him?” 

“Can Kumamon cuddle too?”

That’s when Jimin notices Taehyung holds the stuffed bear, that Yoongi gave him, to his chest and he just looks so SOFT Jimin just grins and lays them in his bed before pulling the little boy closer to his chest. 

“Of course baby! Kumamon can cuddle as long as he wants.” 


Jungkook tries his best to avoid Taehyung when his hyung is a toddler. Not because he hates it or because he’s annoyed by it but just because he’s so afraid he’ll accidentally hurt Taehyung.  His nickname is literally “muscle pig” and Taehyung is just so SMALL when he’s a toddler, Jungkook literally is just so worried he’ll accidentally handle the toddler wrong. He just prefers to ignore Taehyung until he’s back to normal. 

Of course that is not possible though when one day Yoongi and Namjoon walk into his room carrying a small Taehyung, who sleepily plays with the piercings in Yoongi’s ear as the elder holds him protectively. He’s notices the way both his hyungs are dressed like they are about to go out and knows what they are about to ask him and he instantly shakes his head no before the elders can even talk. 

Like he expected they ignore the action.

“We have a meeting with Bang PD and Taehyung has a fever. It’s too cold to take him out so you need to watch him while we come back.”

The closer Jungkook looks at the toddler he notices that yeah Taehyung’s eyes are red and his nose is dripping something clear and ew he really thinks he won’t be able too. 

One glare from Yoongi has him quickly changing his mind. 

“It’s just for a few hours and we just gave him medicine so he should fall asleep soon. You’ll be fine.” 

Jungkook is not fine.

He’s freaking out and almost in tears as he watches the way Taehyung sits in his bed sobbing his little eyes out. Everything had been going fine at first. Yoongi was able to put Taehyung down and in bed as they left and the toddler had quickly fallen asleep like they said but that’d only lasted an hour before a hard coughing fit had woken him up again. As expected Taehyung had instantly broke into tears when the coughing had led to him vomiting on his favorite blanket. 

Now Jungkook himself was ready to just sit on the floor and cry along with Taehyung. 

 “T.. Taetae we need to get you cleaned up buddy.” 

He tries his luck in talking to the wailing toddler but it only gets him more tears from Taehyung and he figures he’s going to have to use the big excuse on him to get his little hyung into a bath.

“Taehyung if you don’t get cleaned up then Yoongi and Namjoonie hyung are going to be sad when they come back and see that you’re dirty.” 

This gets Taehyung quiet to only small whimpers and sniffles and when Taehyung lifts his arms asking to be carried Jungkook panics again. His hyung is so tiny and he’s sic, which makes him all the more fragile, what if Jungkook picks him up wrong or holds him wrong? He’s freaking out and Taehyung’s lip begins to wobble when he notices Jungkook is hesitating in picking him up. 

Worried Taehyung will begin sobbing again Jungkook quickly moves to the bed and gently tries to hold him the way he’s seen the others do. 

Taehyung seems to like it as he cuddles closer and hides his face into Jungkook’s neck before letting out a yawn. 

“I don’ feel good Kookie.” 

Something soft in Jungkook’s heart just clenches at how small and sleepy Taehyung sounds and he just holds the toddler closer as he leads him to a warm bath. 

“I know but you’ll get better soon okay? Jungkookie will take care of you.”


(Y’all know i’m taegi trash fam) 

Yoongi hates scolding Taehyung. Big adult Taehyung and small toddler Taehyung, no matter which one it is, he just hates having to yell at him. Normally he wouldn’t he’d let the others handle that and just stick to being the favorite hyung the kid cuddles with but this time it just happens. 

He snaps and instantly regrets it.

They’re in the dorm and he can hear the sounds of Taehyung laughing and his little feet running against the hardwood floor as Seokjin gently reminds the toddler not to run unless he gets hurt or breaks something. It brings a small smile to his face because the brat probably won’t listen and will do that thing he does where he slows down just to run around again the moment Seokjin turns around. 

He figures he can take a small break from working on music to use the bathroom and then try and help the eldest with the toddler while also maybe get some cuddles out of Taehyung for a nap. 

He rises from his chair and is literally only in the bathroom for a new moments before he hears the sound of loud banging as something falls and hits the floor followed by a very loud “TAEHYUNG!” Yoongi’s blood runs cold at thought of Taehyung being hurt. 

He rushes out of the restroom and into his bedroom and the worry quickly changes into anger when he sees his laptop on the floor along with his mixing board and a worried looking Seokjin. Taehyung stands right besides the mess looking down and playing with his fingers nervously and for some reason that just pisses Yoongi off more. 

“What happened.” 

“I….. I’m sorry Yoon-” 

“I SAID WHAT HAPPENED!” 

Taehyung jumps at the way Yoongi yells and his eyes fill with tears. Seokjin himself furrows his eyebrows not lieking the way Yoongi yelled. 

“It was an accident Yoonie… i didn’ mean too.” 

Yoongi knows he should calm down but just the thought of any songs that weren’t saved being gone and all his hard work being wasted has him nearly shaking in anger. All those sleepless hours. He doesn’t mean to shout at the toddler but the words leave his mouth before he can even stop them. 

“GOD DAMMIT TAEHYUNG DIDN’T SEOKJIN TELL YOU NOT TO RUN IN THE DORM!” 

Yoongi feels his heart break a little bit when Taehyung jumps again at the sound and lets out a loud sob as the little boy runs past them out of the room. Seokjin just sighs and follows him out after shaking his head. 

Yoongi just slams the door and gets to fixing whatever he can while he tries to ignore the way he feels like shit for making his favorite person cry. 

It’s later that same night when he feels like even bigger shit. 

The clock on his, now fixed, laptop read “3:30 a.m” and he hears his stomach grumble asking for food. He tries to remember if he ate that day but all he can think about is the look Taehyung shot him right before running out of the room crying and he shakes his head as he stands to head to the kitchen to eat something. 

He feels his throat close up with guilt when he sees a very familiar piggy bank right in front of his bedroom door with a familiar Kumamon plushie besides it. 

“Taehyung left it there. He said he wanted to fix your laptop but he didn’t want to make you madder so i told him he could leave his piggy bank there and you would get it.” 

Seokjin gives him the “you need to fix this now” look as he walks by and Yoongi heads straight to Taehyung’s bedroom right after picking up the Kumamon plush. He expects Taehyung to be asleep when he walks in and he honestly just planned on leaving the doll with the toddler and talking to him the next day but as soon as he walks in he notices the little boy awake in his bed. 

Yoongi pretends it doesn’t hurt when Taehyung doesn’t even move an inch as he watches him enter the room. (when normally the toddler would jump up and into his arms) 

Yoongi sighs and sits on the floor next to the side of the bed where Taehyung lays and looks at the plush in his hands before looking back at Taehyung. He frowns. 

“I think Kumamon got lost in the dark, i found him on the floor in the hall.” 

Yoongi holds the doll out to the boy but Taehyung just looks at it. 

“I don’ want him anymore. Kuma hates taetae like hyung does.” 

Yoongi just wants to hug the little boy and make him smile again so that is exactly what he does. He pulls Taehyung out of bed and holds him to his chest as he sighs out and runs his fingers through Taehyung’s soft hair. 

“Hyung doesn’t hate you tae. I was angry and i yelled at you when i shouldn’t have and hyung is sorry for that but i promise hyung has never hated you.” 

Taehyung sniffles again and Yoongi pinches his cheek gently to pull a smile from Taehyung. It works as a small boxed one spreads on the toddler’s face. 

“You promise? You still like Taetae?” 

“I promise. I still love Taetae and so does Kumamon.” 

Taehyung grins and presses a kiss to Yoongi’s cheek right before he lets out a very loud yawn and it’s then that Yoongi remembers how late it is. He gets Taehyung back into bed and is gonna walk out but Taehyung grabs a hold of his shirt and Yoongi knows the toddler wants him to stay so he does exactly that. He curls up on the bed and chuckles when Taehyung turns around and wraps his small hand around Yoongi’s. 

“Taetae is sorry i dropped your stuff.” 

“It’s okay, brat. Just remember to listen to Jin the next time you’re little and don’t run okay? You could have gotten hurt.” 

They fall asleep holding hands and Seokjin totally takes a picture on his phone when he comes to check on Taehyung later only to see a big Taehyung back and hugging Yoongi to his chest while a Kumamon plush lays next to them. 

Fighting for Every Breath

Originally posted by chaerining

Summary: You had never really needed to worry about it before. But now, you weren’t the only one worrying.

Rosé/Female Reader, Angst w/ equal fluff, cliffhanger

Not Requested

[Part I]

Warnings: There’s significant swearing in this, and mentions of past traumatic medical emergencies, as well as something that may be a bit disturbing to read. 

Word Count: 8,243 (17 pages)

POV: Reader, Second person


Another A/N! This particular piece was brought about by the desire to do something productive while I’ve been sick for the last week or so. Many of the things described in this are pulled from experiences that I’ve had as a sufferer of asthma(a chronic and sometimes very severe condition in which the airways swell and narrow, sometimes causing life-threatening attacks). This will be a series. As always, thank you for your support, and I hope you enjoy!

(Once again, it’s very, very long and I’m sorry lol)


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anonymous asked:

attention-needy, cuddles-demanding Haru, Rin, Rei, Makoto, Sousuke, and Momo when s/o is busy with important stuff (schoolwork, chores, work, etc)? thank you!

i made a mistake. i started watching a new anime. help 


Haruka didn’t often want all of your attention, but when he did want your attention, he was a complete nightmare. Currently, he was sat opposite you at the table, and you could feel his gaze piercing through the crown of your head as you refused to look up from your work. You knew that, if you did, he’d hassle you - much like a cat - until you agreed to give him your attention; which you really couldn’t afford with the deadline tomorrow. Haruka, however, seemed to care little about this, and his glare was getting uncomfortable. He would never demand attention outright, but it almost seemed as though this silent method was more effective than the verbal means…

Sure enough, it didn’t take much time before you buckled under Haruka’s silent pressure, grumbling about how you needed to finish your work, but deciding that, maybe, you could humour him. Just for a little while.

Makoto’s
“pay attention to me” gaze was almost impossible to resist. Almost. You’d successfully washed about half of the dishes that had been left over from the night before, but if the way Makoto was hounding you was any evidence, he wanted you to be paying attention to anything but the dishes. Preferably him, of course. After a long while leant up against the counter, stare fixated on you, Makoto had managed to wind his long limbs around your waist, chin perched on your shoulder as he murmured to you about how you should be paying attention to him, and how he had already made plans for the two of you to relax that night.

In the end, his promises of cuddling up to watch a movie together became too tempting to resits, and, even though you knew you’d regret not washing up the next morning, you decided that, perhaps, you could give in this one time.

Whenever Rei was being demanding, you were unsure if he was aware of it himself. He always put work first, and insisted that you did the same, so why on earth was he bugging you so much now? You had been sat in the office, hunched over your laptop, when Rei came and asked you when you’d be free. Brushing him off, you thought that would be the last time he’d come to speak to you until you were finished, but when he returned mere minutes later, you grew a little bemused. Upon inquiring whether he was just after your attention, Rei stuttered over his words, insisting that was not the case.

Of course, he kept on coming back, and eventually, you gave in, feeling merciful towards your poor boyfriend. He never did admit that all he desired was a cuddle. Or two.

You could always tell when Rin was bored. He’d start sighing heavily, hanging upside down on furniture, and generally being a bit of a nuisance. You could see the resemblance between him and a toddler who’d just been rejected their favourite food when you told him that you would be busy taking care of the garden for the next couple of hours. After all, the sun was out, did he think you were going to miss this opportunity? Pouting, he wandered off to find something else to do, but, unfortunately for you, that was far from the end of his endeavours to capture your attention. 

The first ice-cold jet of water had you jumping out of your skin, and, for a moment, you wondered if the hose had simply given up and broken; until you head Rin’s laughter. In truth, he didn’t mind how he got your attention - and oh boy, had he got your attention.

Anyone who didn’t know Sousuke well enough would happily say that, of course, he wasn’t a needy person. Oh, how wrong they’d be. He was very similar to a puppy, actually: He’d run off on his own for ages, wanting independence, before realising that he got rather lonely fairly quickly, and bounding (in a metaphorical sense) back home to you. Such was the case now - but unfortunately for your boyfriend, the homework that you had been assigned a week ago was due in tomorrow, and there was no way in hell you were getting the presentation done unless you completely focussed, which meant abandoning him.

The problem is, Sousuke really doesn’t see any issue with working to get what he wants, which in this case meant that you ended up being flung over his shoulder and quite literally carried away from your work. Well, you could only disapprove for so long.

Momotarou wasn’t used to not getting attention - he was always taken care of at home, and usually he was so loud that people couldn’t really avoid becoming aware of his presence. So when you quite literally locked him out of the room, he was both baffled and heartbroken, and moped around for a while feeling rather dejected. It didn’t take him long to snap out of this, however, and, after realising that simply knocking on the door to try and get your attention wouldn’t work, and sitting outside the door calling for you (well, demanding cuddles and love) probably wouldn’t either, he had an excellent plan. 

Fifteen minutes later, and you heard rattling outside the window of your study, and, although it was a little odd, you brushed it off as some birds flying about. Your heart nearly stopped entirely when Momotarou flew through the open window seconds later, yelling something about “boyfriend abuse”… You figured that you kind of had to pay attention to him now.

thebowalova  asked:

hi!! love your writing (i'm so so into drarry atm)!! the future fic is my absolute fave like MAN!! are you ever gonna revisit that universe? and do you know what makes everything worse, your aesthetics on here is just absolute goals. i'll follow for a mix of hot girls and harry potter stuff any day!

:)))))))) thank u I hope u like xxxxx (this is from this)

Ginny was the only one of them who owned a car, the only one of them who had ever even bothered to learn how to drive. Ron was still unnerved by his dalliance with the flying one in second year, and would flinch violently every time she changed gear, his hand braced against the fabric roof of her truck. Harry always looked faintly sick at the suggestion he get a motorcycle license, Neville and Luna were deeply, deeply attached to the floo system, and Malfoy pretended he hated the tube but was also utterly transparent about the fact that he adored it and was fascinated by it and felt as though it was a feat of engineering. Ginny liked that about him, it was one of the only things she liked about him. He had a nice face, she supposed, if you enjoyed that kind of thing or looked at it from the right angle or in the right light. She glanced across at him now, folded into the passenger seat as though he was trying to touch as few surfaces as he could possibly manage. He’d crossed his arms, propped one foot up on the dashboard like he was trying to annoy her with it. She didn’t have the heart to tell him her car had seen worse sights than this.

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Green-blooded Bastards: An Argument Against Hemocyanin

Originally posted by georgetakei

A counter-argument to a fascinating discussion that blossomed from @storiesfromstarfleet‘s kickass headcanon on Vulcan skin tone. Namely, why it’s not more green.

That spawned an analysis of the differences in hemoglobin and hemocyanin, and raised the burning question, “If Spock’s blood is really copper-based, shouldn’t it be blue, instead?”

I won’t be rehashing the entire conversation. My friends @elsa-lost-in-translation, @outside-the-government, @starshiphufflebadger, and @gracieminabox each made some excellent points, which you can read if you follow the links. 

I’m here to tell you, in a word -

No.

Spock’s blood is green, dammit, and his skin is… well, what we see in TOS. Fleshy-pinkish-yellow-funky-almost-jaundiced-looking-greenifyousquint.

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