Pairing: Natasha Romanoff x Reader (x Avengers) Summary: Some of the Avengers thinks that you have the hots for one the two Super-Soliders. They just can’t decide on which one. Little do they know that you and Natasha have been secretly dating for a while. Warnings: Some Cursing(one curse word I think), apart from that it’s safe. Word Count: 791
Y/N: I thought I’d make a cute little drabble for you guys. I really want to write more female pairings as I love writing kinds like that as well. Anyways, enjoy <3
Please dont let marlene and friends “confirmations” keep u closed minded.
So they confirmed a time jump btwn 719 and 720.. bullshit
They also confirmed toby was “pure evil, bad intentions” and no they wont go the transgender route
They cant make a year later and the girls dont know who A is and Ezria still arent married.
It will most likely be after the reveal and answers then we get a time jump and see where the girls end up.
Mona is seriously ill. She ends up back in an institution face 2 face with A. Im so afraid she will die
Aria finds out something devastating about Ezra. Clearly she is the most distraught from all the girls. Even goes as far as to say they cant marry.
Too obvious to make him A. Could he be the sperm donor? Ie. Emisons baby daddy.
He had a sick obsession with Alison, the book, the lair (with the creepy ass blown up photos), dating her.
Mona was on track to find baby daddy and we know Ezra is tech savvy. Is this his sick way of fulfilling an even sicker Alison fantasy.
After all his masters degree in American literature will help him with dead bodies (wtf was that about)
Melissa and Wren are back.
Wren.. sweet baby wren. I stand by my theory that he is Bethanys brother. He could know mona hit his sister and shoot mona. We know he plays a big part in the end. After all isnt bethany the basis of everything? It was her dead season 1 after all. Perhaps he knew about her drawings, jessica, mary, spencer, melissas involvement in ultimately killing her (dirt in lungs)
Melissa is here to please fans. Did she know about Mary? Spencer? ABSOLUTELY.
“I did this to protect u spencer, since before it started.”
Even garrett mentioned protecting Spencer on the train.
Jenna can see. We see that in the promo. But the question is, for how long?
Im all for a TWINCER storyline but how much more unrealistic can we get. There was already a hidden sibling (charles) a hidden twin (mary) they cant do that again. Spencers moodswings addictions and odd behaviour could just be genetics. Her lineage has a history of mental illness. Take Ali for example, remember when she had a bloody lip? Crying and opening up then BAM back to bitchy Ali! Doesnt mean much except they have some issues.
If there is a twin i am all for it! I love Spencers character and Troians acting so i will take it… but i highly doubt it.
I feel like they went big, outside the box with charles… cece… charlotte. This reveal needs to be simple, clear, devastating.
Paige- no way. People will be pissed
Lucas- accused too many times. Cant be him
Melissa- already a killer and made to look like A too much already. Too obvi
Wren- will be involved in something but isnt A
Parents- is nothing sacred
Toby- we need spoby for endgame
Caleb- we need haleb for endgame
Ezra- too obvious from the promos
Charlotte- cant bring another person back from the dead
Bethany- same as charlotte
Who is left guys???
My sweet, gorgeous Jason. He is the center of all things major on pll.
- he is a dilaurentis (raised)
- he is a hastings
- NAT club
- odd scar possibly from Halloween train never explained.
- always travelling
- has the money to be A
- slept with Ashley Marin yet A never told Hanna that yet? p.s. he slept with pastor teds girlfriend.. charlottes birth father, was it revenge??
- dated charlotte
- really close to charles.
- Jenna was almost killed in his house
- gave Spencer a bag he found of alis things (even though mayas family owned the house alis shit was still around)
- he likes Arias pink hair. In the dollhouse she was forced to dye it.
- liked aria. Notice A always tried to break Ezria up and Aria was not physically harmed by A (wilden and meredith hurt her)
- NAT was his idea.
- cece and jasons breakup was complicated… ya learning your girlfriend is your long lost brother/cousin is complicated.
- he paid lucas to find out who stole the body and acted shady ever since that day. Possibly when he joined Charlottes game.
In the vault there were 2 ppl. One was watching Ali on screen the other stood there and looked at Emily when the girls burnt down the vault.
The prom scene?? Why the hell would a transgender female dress like a man??? Spencer even said something seemed familiar like a cousin. Lmfao jason is her brother and her cousin.
Think about it. AD wanted to know who killed Charlotte. Why? Archer loved her, Mary was her mom, why would AD care? Another family member
Cast members said fans from day 1 will be pleased, it answers a lot of questions, you can go back to thr beginning and see hiw it happenned. Even if he joined Charlottes game. He has always been shady from day 1! If i had to guess right now. It would be Jason . Just putting him in the hoodie answers so many questions without actually answering them. Did he learn something back in his NAT days to fuel this? He started having people film for him watching these girls… over the years it escalated to this sick game of life or death with people working for him… watching and playing with these girls
“I never would’ve guessed it was you”
I would be very happy with this. Tell me what you guys think!!
[i’m juggling about four different flashback-era fics right now and this snippet fits into none of them, but i’m fond of it and so i thought i’d post it here for the last day of james/miranda/thomas appreciation week. happens at some nebulous point between the 2.01 and 2.03 flashbacks.]
“Tell me about yourself, Lieutenant,” Miranda says, smiling at him over a spoonful of soup. “Thomas says your father was a carpenter. Are you from London?”
Request By Anon: Hey I love your writing and I wanted to ask if you also write fics about the actors? If so can I request some JensenxReader based on the Con they were in Rome recently where jensen was so cute and drunk. the reader is a actor on the show and plays a love interest for dean and the fans also ship them both in real life. (let’s pretend Danneel doesn’t exist or is happy with someone else). Keep up the great work honey!!
A/N: This is my first Jensen fic, please keep that in mind. Also, for the purpose of this fic, Jensen is single, and Danneel is happy with someone else. No disrespect to the family.
This was really hard for me to write, simply because I’ve never written Jensen before, hence why it’s so short. Hope it’s at least somewhat like what you were looking for.
Even as a child, you loved to act. It was always this deep burning passion you inside of you. There were many shows you put on for family and friends in the garage, or at some events around town. It was who you were, and what you knew. Every night you dreamed that you’d make it big. You longed for the day when going to work meant you were going to set, or were hitting the red carpet instead of going to the same old crappy building you called a workplace.
That day finally came. You somehow managed to snag a role on the infamous Supernatural. That news alone was enough to rock your world, but then you got the call. You were not only going to be returning to the show for more episodes, but you would also be playing the love interest to one Mr. Dean Winchester.
The past year has been the best year of your life. The people who make this show possible have quickly become your favorite people in the world. From the actors you worked along side, to the crew, all the way down to the fans, and everyone in between. You never in all your life could have guessed that you would have felt this loved, or that you could have this much fun for a living.
Once again, your expectations were blown straight out of the water. The level of fun you had on set was nothing compared to the shannanigans and hilarity that came when you started attending cons. It was like nothing you had ever experienced. These fans were more than fans, they were family, and they lit up your world with their love and support. Well that, and their insistence on shipping you and Jensen in real life.
Let’s face it. He is a very good looking man. And don’t even get you started on his heart. All of that is great, and you had maybe thought it once or twice, but the truth of it was, you had let that go. You dodn’t think about it often because you worked with him, and for god sakes he was Jensen freaking Ackles. Like how would that even happen. None the less, the fans were persistent.
The question was always raised at pretty much every con, and you two had become experts in answering the question without answering it. It was nothing new, and it became second nature after a few times. That was until one night at a con in Rome. Jensen took his place beside Misha for the panel, and he was feeling pretty good if you catch my drift. The juice was kicking in.
The usual questions had been asked, and the innuendos had begun. Everything went as it normally did, until it didn’t. A shy young girl stood up to ask her question. God she was so cute! “My question is for Jensen.” She giggled a little before continuing, “So we all know how Dean feels about Y/N’s character, and also know how close you and Y/N are, is there any chance we could see that grow into something more?”
There was a whole new atmosphere in the room. Everyone seemed to be on the edge of their seat, including Misha. He was looking over at Jensen, excitedly waiting for his response.
He paused for a moment, took in a deep breath, “Well see here’s the thing. I don’t know if it’s you, or the juice, but I can’t lie to you.” With that being said, I don’t know. Will it happen, who knows. Would I like it to happen… hell yeah.”
The crowd burst into screams at his confession, and Misha looked satisfied. Meanwhile you were backstage, jaw on the floor.
He continues to talk, “See, Y/N has always been really easy to talk to, right, and when you have someone who get you, and gets your stupid jokes, and who you can just be ridiculous with, the chemistry is always going to be there, so I don’t know if that answers your question, but that’s the truth.”
The girl giggled once more, “Thank you”.
Misha beat Jensen to the punch, “No, thank you. You finally got him to spit it out.”
Jensen just raised his eye brows, and shrugged his shoulders. “Hey it’s not like i could hide it forever, especially not with the roles we play.”
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I'm glad the interviewer asked him that, as long as people are famous you're going to have to deal with it either way.
I see a lot of people dismissing certain behaviours as it just being “the way that things are”…and just because something is commonplace doesn’t meant that it’s right.
The absolute best response I’ve ever seen to an inappropriate line of questioning has got to be from Richard Ayoade here:
In which he makes it abundantly clear that he is there to promote his book, that his function in that interview is for publicity.
Being a celebrity shouldn’t automatically mean that you’ve foregone your rights to privacy or that strangers are suddenly able to pry into your personal life. I find the notion that someone should just “deal with it” as very problematic, especially having been on the receiving end of such questions in interviews.
I wouldn’t at all class myself as a celebrity, but throughout my writing career I suppose I could be categorised as a person of interest, especially when I began blogging. I did many, many interviews with just about every national publication in the UK and because I had no representation or any clue at all really how to deal with those kinds of questions, I basically just refused to answer any questions that I thought were inappropriate.
When I did and interview with Oxford’s student newspaper, The Cherwell, the reporter named Theo was asking me all kinds of things that I was in no way comfortable answering, such as how many people I’d slept with or how often I masturbate. Just really blunt things that were pretty out of line for someone I was chatting with over Skype messenger. As a result of refusing to answer most of them I got a distinctly average review from them (x), and they even went so far as to question whether I was actually a student at Oxford or Cambridge.
However, I would never take back the way I’ve handled myself in the media since I can still go and find that article some pimply faced boffin wrote about me back in 2010 and be like, “I said what I said motherfuckers.” I would be rather ashamed had I been pressured into talking about things I didn’t even blog about.
Being in the public eye means that people have a very false sense of familiarity with you. Who I am in person and who I want to be perceived as on my blog are not always the same things. Everything I write is true and it is certainly a very distinct aspect of my actual personality, but just because I write about sleeping with someone doesn’t mean that I want to talk to strangers about it. I don’t even want to talk to my friends who know about the blog about it.
Writing for me isn’t to be like, “Hey! Let’s all talk about this thing I did!” More often than not I write it and then want to move on. These are things that have happened and often are sometimes humorous, which is why I write about them, but it isn’t an open invitation to demand that I explain myself.
Similarly, attempting to get a closeted singer to out himself on your shitty radio show is so aggressively inappropriate that I don’t even know where to start. Harry did what I would consider his best to answer the question without actually answering it. The last time I heard him speak in such a clipped manner was was probably when that other DJ asked him whether or not he liked Eleanor and he said, “I don’t want to talk about it.” Unfortunately he isn’t exactly in a situation where he can say, “I don’t want to talk about it,” without raising a red flag, and yet his response was actually infinitely more telling than had he just simply said, “I don’t want to talk about it.” I have never heard Harry sound so flustered or make that sound where he blows air through his mouth two times in a row rapid fire. My entire core clenches with anxiety just thinking about the way he sounded and I would never wish that kind of personal invasion on anyone.
The idea that, “Well Harry chose this, he can come out if he wants” might be true, but I’d venture to guess that it definitely is not. There is clearly something keeping him from being able to come out, and if it is the pressure of the industry, I think it’s entirely unfair to say, “Well that’s how it is. He should just learn to deal with it.”
Why should someone have to choose their career over being able to be queer? The inherent homophobia in a capitalist society is entirely to blame, not Harry Styles. And as for women who choose to try and further their pathetic singing, modelling, acting and cooking careers by exploiting this kind of situation, I think that’s worse than the invasive journalists. Living in LA I’ve heard the mantra of, “That’s just how it is” relentlessly. However, I will never agree that it’s how it should be.
i hope this day is everything you wanted and more. you deserve only the best.
pairing: steve/darcy (as if i’d write you anything else!) word count: 5,287 (it got a little out of hand. sorry not sorry) rating: m
Nat lingered in the conference room after the mission debrief. Steve eyed her with caution, like prey watching a predator. She never did anything by accident, and he knew that if she was waiting until everyone else had left, it was because she wanted to speak to him alone. Whether or not that was a good thing for him, he didn’t know. Her expression didn’t give him any clues; it was perfectly blank, as always.
Tony and Clint sent him knowing looks as they passed, but didn’t try to save him. They’d been on the receiving end of Natasha’s talks more than a few times themselves. So much for team solidarity, Steve thought to himself wryly. Once everyone was gone, Nat cocked a hip against the table. She didn’t say anything, and neither did he. Instead, Steve crossed his arms over his chest and stared her down, waiting. The only sound in the room was the faint thud as she tapped a file against her thigh. His gaze was drawn to it curiously, and he knew he’d played directly into her hand when she grinned and stood upright.
“I have something you might find of interest,” she purred, tossing the file onto the table between them. He resisted the urge to look.
“Nat, if this is another futile attempt to set me up on a date—” It was a useless waste of her talents and efforts, though he hadn’t told her why. He hadn’t told anyone why their matchmaking wouldn’t work, that his heart was already taken. Steve hadn’t even told the woman who’d stolen it.
“I’m helping you, yes. But this isn’t futile. I finally figured you out.” With that ominous little statement, she pushed the file toward him. Against his will, Steve’s eyes dropped to the top of the page, where a glossy photograph was featured. He knew that long, curly brown hair, those beautiful blue eyes, the full red lips. His jaw dropped. How did she know—
Too late, he remembered himself and tried to school his expression. He glanced up at Natasha, and knew he’d been caught. She looked very much the cat who’d caught the canary. “Hmm. That’s what I thought.”
Steve shoved the file away forcefully. “Why are you showing me Miss Lewis’ confidential employee file, Natasha? That’s beyond inappropriate.”
She pushed it back toward him with an exasperated sigh, tapping a bright red nail at a short line of text near the top. “I’m not trying to spill any of Darcy’s secrets, Steve. Well,” she amended, lips curving into a sharp smile, “not any big ones, anyway. Look here.”
“It’s her birth date,” he observed slowly, not catching on. Then he did a double take. “But that’s next week?” Hurt colored his tone. “Did she say anything to you about it?”
“Nope,” she said, popping the ‘p’. “She hasn’t said anything to anyone, though presumably Foster knows.”
“But why?” he asked. His mind was whirling with possibilities, ways he could finally work up the nerve to show her how he felt. He’d been dancing around it for months, really, and hadn’t ever found the courage. But for her birthday, well…
“She probably didn’t want anyone to make a big deal out of it.” Her comment took the wind right out of his sails. She was right, of course. “Knowing Tony, he’d probably throw an overpriced, gaudy party where everyone was incredibly uncomfortable and drank too much. That’s not really Darcy’s thing.”
Steve nodded absentmindedly, acknowledging her point. Nothing showy, then. But perhaps there was another way he could make her birthday special, and let her know how he felt. He’d never been known for his subtlety, but perhaps it was time to brush up on that skill. With an amused quirk of her lips, Natasha interrupted his strategic assessment of ways to proceed with his newfound knowledge. “Let me know if you need any help.” And then she was gone, sauntering out the door as if they’d never talked at all.
Steve wandered through the hallway toward the elevator, moving on autopilot. His mind was already immersed in various plans, formulating and discarding various approaches until he settled on one he liked.
“FRIDAY,” he said, directing his gaze toward the ceiling out of habit. “I need some supplies.”
I am in LOVE with the night club au. I would love to see more of it if you ever felt like it. I know you mentioned them sitting through a police raid... Also I love when you do fahc from an outsider's perspective, it's so good and so enjoyable. Keep up the good work :)
Thanks so much! I really didn’t stick to
the perspective as well as i meant to but i just wanted to knock something out
without going back to fix it so it is what it is.
As for the raid, well. Normally Geoff’s contacts are enough to keep that sort
of thing from happening no matter what kind of business he’s meddling in, but
every now and then someone fresh and optimistic comes along trying to change
the world, or one of Geoff’s crooked pals forgets what they owe him, and
the club is subjected to a night of privacy infringement and poorly veiled
insults courtesy of Los Santos’ finest. The notoriety of a raid never hurts FAKE’Sbusiness but any night spent entertaining the boys in blue is a
night not spent raking in the cash from the public, and that just does not make
Geoff a happy man.
Still, when the police descend and pull him
from his office Geoff stays cool and calm and infuriatingly smug, Jack
professional and blasé at his side, and the pair conduct every interview with the
perfect polish of upstanding citizens despite everyone in the room knowing they
are as guilty as sin. They’ll smile, will answer questions as their property is
invaded and their people are harassed, they’ll pointedly refrain from
mentioning that the police chief is a close friend of the business, and no
matter how thorough the search is they’ll never be caught with a scarp of
None of the casual workers have anything to
say, not privy to any of the background business, but even if they were they’re
all smart enough to keep their mouths shut, and all too soon they’re deemed
useless and sent on their way. Steffie and Matt tend to play themselves out with
the crowd and laugh at the others come morning, saved yet again by their
ability to refrain from stirring up a hornet’s nest, avoiding aggravating the
cops in a way the rest of the FAKE’S crew
is oddly incapable of.
The main team are not so lucky, though for
the most part they bring it on themselves; intentionally infuriating and
insufferably cocky they all toy with any member of law enforcement they’re
faced with no matter the rank, daring them to bite back, safe in the confidence
that there’s no trouble Geoff and Jack can’t get them out of. Corralled to the
side of the bar to await their questioning and watch the raid unfold not one of
FAKE’S diehard employees can refrain from
commentating, calling out particular officers who look like they’re slacking or
making suggestions of places to look, slouched together in their insolence, collectively
laughing off every attempt to bring them into order.
Ryan, Jeremy and Michael always play their
interviews the exact same way; stoic and unimpressed with crossed arms, incredulous
looks and just enough menace to keep things interesting without tipping all the
way into threat. Lindsay and Mica swing
from overtly airheaded to ruthlessly clever brutally enough to keep any member
of law enforcement too busy trying to dig themselves out of the pit of offensively
sexist stereotyping to bother collecting any viable information. Trevor pleasantly
answers every question without ever actually answering a single question, and Gavin
is, as always, a menace. All big guileless eyes and affinity for starting
trouble he pokes and prods, taunts and teases, chewing up and spitting out
officers like they’re regular patrons of the club, but the detectives are
another matter altogether. They always circle back to Gavin, closeness to Geoff
making him a prime candidate for interrogation, and for all Gavin hates them
they tend to hate him right back, or pity him, or on one notable occasion that instantly
turned the tone of the room from amused to quietly furious, call him all kinds
of unpleasant names casting aspersions on his character and role at the club.
That particular detective didn’t last long;
for all he mocked Michael’s sudden snarling appearance and Gavin’s scathing
response, sneer only wobbling in the face of the cold, silent judgement of the FAKE’S around him, he wasn’t laughing
when Geoff caught up to him later. Wasn’t laughing when he slunk back into the
club the next night, face burning with humiliation as he issued a full blown
apology in front of everyone, suffering through Gavin’s haughty dismissal and turning
on his heel to leave. He certainly wasn’t laughing when Ryan, Michael and
Jeremy sprung into motion at a nod from Geoff, effortlessly cutting through the
rolling crowd like wolves as they silently followed the detective out into the night.
Safe inside the dancers keep dancing,
keep drinking and flirting with the staff, keep gossiping about FAKE’S latest brush with the law as they
pour their hard earned cash into the club, utterly oblivious to the free
lesson in minding one’s manners that is transpiring in the unlit alley out back.
Summary: AU - When taking a walk to your favorite spot in the woods, things go wrong and the next thing you know, you find yourself handcuffed and sat in a dining room with two men sitting with you. Little did you know that your life was going to be made a living hell, if it weren’t for the younger man keeping you company when no one was watching.
Warnings: Angst, Mention of rape, a quite depressing chapter, confusing Bucky
You’d only been here for a week and what they’d done to you was something so cruel and inhumane that you didn’t even want to think about it. Well, it was more Jack than Bucky doing stuff to you. Bucky had been nothing but kind to you, although you didn’t trust him, neither did you trust Jack but Bucky was another story. You didn’t really get Bucky, like, at all. He seemed to hate Jack and what he was doing, so why was he even here? It had been nagging you ever since you first laid eyes on him. Not that you would ever mention it. After all, he was working with Jack and he still stuck around, listening to your cries and screams whenever Jack had his way with you. What you had found out in that one week was that you were simply there for Jack’s sexual pleasure, nothing more. Not that you wanted to be there for more, but you thought they’d maybe make you cook or clean, but no. Only sex. And if that wasn’t enough, you were left alone with all those self-loathing thoughts that had started to appear ever since you got here. Why me, you’d always ask yourself. You wondered if they had targeted you specifically, if they’d been watching you for days - maybe even weeks or if you just were the next best thing that they came across. You had so many questions, thought you knew you’d never get an answer to any of them. Although, you believed that you could bribe Bucky to spill the juice. He seemed easy to talk to, even though you hadn’t shared more than five words this whole week.
Pairing: Jared x Reader, Tom, Shep Word count: 1,327 Warnings: Angry!Jared, rude people, a swear Request: Anonymous. Could you please write an imagine where Jared is dating a much younger woman (like 20-22) and they both get a ton of hate because of it. And then at a convention someone asks her a really rude question about their relationship during her panel and Tom and Shep hear or they see her getting hate online and they get super upset because they love her. And then Jared gets SUPER pissed off because someone made his kids and gf upset
It never bothered you that there was an age difference between you and Jared. You were almost 22, and he was 34. That was nothing in your mind. It wasn’t uncommon for you to hear of age differences in older couples, so why should yours be an issue?
Not everyone felt that way, however. You did your best to avoid reading comments and hate blogs. It didn’t always work, but you tried not to let it get to you. Some people were just hateful, or needed an outlet.
Jared and the boys loved you, and that’s all that mattered. Now and then, the three of you would join him at cons. It was fun getting to see him interact with fans, and it warmed your heart when you saw some of them truly touched by meeting him. He’d done a lot of good with his fame, something that made you love him more.
Currently, you were on your way down to watch one of the panels, loving how goofy they got. They were not afraid to have fun, that was for sure.
Hi, I'm sorry but I have a weird question.. How is supposed an avocado to taste like? My mother bought two the other day for the first time, so I wanted to make a veggie sushi, but when I opened them the seeds were covered in white and were both shaped like a tear instead of brown and spheric like in the photos. They smelled and tasted like an egg to me, but I hear it should taste like hazelnut. Has it gone bad? Thank you and sorry, I feel so embarrassed for asking you this
Don’t be embarrassed because this message is amazing! I absolutely love that you were having avocado and thought of me…this is my brand lmao I’m going to answer your question without answering your question though. Basically, don’t worry about the seed because avocado naturally has different shapes and sizes so there’s no “perfect” seed - some will be more round and others more tear shaped. The best (imo) indicator of when an avocado is ripe is the feel and the colour; I’ve been known to spend quite a bit of time at the markets just feeling them lmao
This can vary depending on the type of avocado (so do check) but generally speaking, most people sell and buy hass avocados and these ones will be ripe when the skin is a dark purple ish colour; if it is green then it is nowhere near ripe. You want a darker skin and for it to slightly give to your touch. This is a little trick but I don’t put too much stock into it because there’s still many that are amazing and don’t apply to this but if you remove the little brown nib on the top of the avocado and it’s green underneath (as well as the skin being darker etc) then your avocado should be ripe. Most avocados once they are bad will go black or brown on the inside so it’s unlikely yours is bad (since i feel like you’d know due to the colour lmao) - it’s probably not ripe yet which is understandable considering you said your mother bought them for the first time and many people don’t know what a ripe avocado is. I can’t comment much on the egg vs hazelnut thing but ripe avocado should also be creamy; if it’s unripe it will be more stiff and kinda bitter. I would rather eat an overly ripe avocado than a unripe avocado any day of the week, because of this reason alone. This is even more important when you are making something such as veggie sushi! because you want a creamy avo that will melt in your mouth and soak into your rice and taste delicious, not be stiff and just stand up in your rolls lmao I hope this helps! thanks for letting me rant about avo and thinking of me!! xxx
That’s Enough Extra Credit (Peter Parker x Reader) Oneshot Request
*I deleted the original ask, sorry :c but the idea is that they were studying and stressed out and they get distracted, some fluff ensues.
A/N: Heeeyyy :D So here’s this request. I’ve never done anything Peter Parker so i hope i did it well and that you guys like it. Thanks again for 200 followers, its awesome seeing people enjoy the stuff i write, i still can’t believe you guys like my weird sense of humor lol. Anyways you may proceed to the fic now. ~Until the next one ^*^
‘I’m on my way to the library for a study date with my crush and it’ll be fine and i won’t embarrass myself and I’ll ace tomorrows test and I’ll graduate high school and I’ll get in to College and I’ll be fine.’
You told yourself in an attempt to calm down. The stress and pressure of school easily got into you so you didn’t want it to ruin the little time you got to spend with Peter.
You only had one class with him so when he offered to be “study buddies” as Mrs. Benson your history teacher puts it you practically screamed yes, but you had to keep your cool obviously so you settled for an indifferent ‘yeah sure’ then turning around and tripping over your own backpack, at which point he laughed.
As you got closer to the library you spotted Peter sitting at the fountain outside of the building. He was on his phone so you started walking towards him but he looked up and saw you and smiled then he started gathering his things to head inside.
Why didn’t you wait for me inside?“ You said as you both started walking towards the glass library doors.
“I…they wouldn’t let me stay without a library card.” admitted Peter
“Hmm,that’s funny because yesterday at school when i couldn’t find you during lunch you said you had been at the library.” you pretended to think while tapping your chin with your finger
“I did? I said that, hah yeah well i meant i was in front of the library in that same fountain over there…uh…doing homework! Yeah using the library’s free wifi.” Peter held the door open for you with a huge grin hoping you’d buy his story and not ask about it any farther.
“Suure you were Parker.“ You rolled your eyes smiling and walked in, he was always up to something you just never knew what.
“We’ll luckily i am a regular and always have my card.” You said pulling out your card from your pocket and holding it up triumphantly before checking in at front desk.
“(Y/N) saves the day.” Peter joked nudging you with his arm
“Alright Parker, down to business, we already have all the material we need to review for tomorrows test. I’ll get some books from the French History section for extra research and you could get started on writing last weeks lesson on flash cards which i never got around to doing.” You were in ‘the zone’ as you call it. You were going to study, you were going to learn and you weren’t planning on stopping until your eyes stung from reading.
“Woah there, slow down (Y/N).” Peter put an arm on your shoulder and walked with you to one of the tables. “You are going too fast and we literally have all day, so calm down.” Peter said as you sat across from each other on the table
“What do you suggest we do then?” You said crossing your arms and leaning back on your chair
“Talk.” Peter said grinning
“Talk. Parker the test is tomorrow morning.” You told him getting out your test review
“Did i mention i like it when you call me Parker?” Peter leaned in towards the table with a smirk that was making you blush nervously. You couldn’t handle his little smirk, it was too much.
“Yeah ok nope! Im-im gonna do this you should read along if you want to pass. I really need to do this Par…P-Peter!” You stuck your nose in your papers to hide your furious blush and began to read all about tomorrows test. Stopping at certain parts to try and answer the questions without reading the answers.
At one point you looked up from your papers to check if Peter was following along only to find that he had abandoned the review completely and was resting his head in his hand while staring at you with a lazy smile.
“What are you doing?!” You shrieked “You are so going to fail.” You said pushing some flash cards towards Peter
All he did was chuckle in response. “(Y/N) relax, i already studied for the test this weekend, i even did the extra credit work and you know this whole test by heart, I’ve heard you say all the right answers for an hour now.” He took the review away from you.
“You studied?? AND did the extra credit work?? Prove it.” You squinted your eyes at him in disbelief
Peter rolled his eyes and sighed then he stood up and slung his backpack on the table and proceeded to open it letting dozens note cards highlighted in bright colors to fall out onto the table with a satisfied grin.
“Oh…” you said bearly audible
“Then why did you ask to be my study buddy??” You looked up at him confused
beginning to swing your converse clad feet back an forth, a nervous habit.
Peter shrugged and avoided eye contact with you, now he was the one that looked nervous.
“Parker.” You furrowed your brows and scrunched up your nose in the process, a trait you got from your mom.
Peter sucked in a breath. “Because i couldn’t think of another way to get you to spend time with me.”
Your face fell into one of surprise. Your eyes were wide and your mouth just hung open looking for something to say back buy you couldn’t muster anything out of shock.
“I thought maybe we could hang out this way. Because i sorta, maybe, kinda like you.” Peter shoved his hands in his pockets and looked at you then looked away playfully
“I-I don’t…why didn’t you just say so from the start?” You couldn’t believe you where one of the lucky ten people who’s crushes liked them back.
Peter placed both his hands on the table at either side of you so he was at eye level with you. Having him so close was making your heart race. “Because you are very cute when you are concentrating.” Peter smiled and planted a kiss on the tip of your nose.
Which made your heart skip a beat and get all red, so you hid your face in your hands.
Peter laughed.He couldn’t help but think you were adorable. “How’s that for extra credit?”
“I think that’s enough extra credit. You win Peter.” You giggled and started putting away your things.
“Nonsense, you can never have too much extra credit. How about we head to the fro-yo place across the street?” Peter said putting away his mess of note cards
Close your eyes. What do you see? Close them hard and don’t open them for anything (or anyone). Where are you? Is it blue thunder skies and ice tea bombing inside the gut? Is it dipped inside a pitcher of stars? Is it atop a ghost ship, sailing seas that don’t exist?
What do you see? And don’t tell me fires. Don’t tell me a pyre of bones that do not fit right anymore. Don’t speak of wolves that do not even scratch at your door. Speak of truths. Of realities like dust mites piling up underneath the cupboard. Of a moon with its misty head hung low and its quicksilver hands joined in prayer for you.
What do you fear, you inexplicable thing? What are you mourning, asides from your own savage heart? Or ghosts that have yet to become ghosts? Or toils that are imagined? Where does this symphony of weeping blooms begin? Where does it end? (hint: the twist of your nicotine lips controls the mayhem of the tides).
You’re afraid. Just admit you’re afraid. Admit you aren’t psychic, that you don’t know what this fish-tailed future holds in store. Admit that if you choose to linger, that its 25% of your life sucked up like hard candy and spat out into pools of reminiscence.
The trap door of longing awaits like a portrait with no face or a landscape to which there is no map. You burn a little longer, a little lighter at the threshold as if you might take a too-large gulp of the sun and unintentionally make a bonfire of your ribcage, as if you might trip on telephone wires and lose your reflection to city windows.
Are you a girl or a gameshow? Every right answer leading you a little closer to a glittering one million dollars?
If it’s so hard to pick, maybe you should go back to the snowglobe where you came from. Build yourself a castle on a cloud and fall asleep to percussions of day dreams that will never come to be. Chase specters of old fairytales and hungers that’ll never be curbed. Build a bridge of bloody regrets.
Look, what I’m trying to say is. Maybe you hold the whole world in your upheld palm. Maybe there are bells ringing in your soul (warning church & warning war, each merciless in their own way, each lifeless without the other).
Maybe you are the winter’s inkling, feather-hearted and waiting. Wings poised for flight, bird-beak sharpened and a gaze that cuts through time and space.
Sometimes, the leap is a monster, other times it’s a miracle, and maybe sometimes it’s worth crossing the monster just to taste the miracle like rosewater crush on your parched tongue.
Sometimes, you just have to close your eyes and not think.
Brainless Girl Attempts To Answer Questions Without Answers || j.r
So, somebody has to ask... in the end, why was the sugar bowl so important and who's got it now? Maybe it's "the wrong question"!! :-)
You’re kicking over the anthill, mysterious volunteer! As you can probably guess, the topic of the sugar bowl is a can of worms that will be explored and analyzed in due time in its own theoretical article. I’ll try to be short and sweet, however:
The sugar bowl is a macguffin (this trope is literally mentioned in The End) that’s meant to drive the plot ahead without being explored. Think of it as the suitcase from “Pulp Fiction” (about whose content Quentin Tarentino has repeatedly said he neither knows nor cares). Daniel Handler himself has probably hazarded a guess as to what the sugar bowl contains, but I doubt he ever plans to reveal it in the canonical texts.
Nevertheless, I’ll try to satisfy your curiosity under the cut.
Ooooooh. Technically, it’s way more easy (and for me too) to be fond of Naomi. She has lots of admirable qualities, she’s beautiful and just overall a very pleasant and cool character. But it’s always extremely difficult for me to rank my favourite characters, especially when it comes to DN. I just know which two are my absolute faves and then…. *shrug*
Because, sure, B is horrible and it’s way more difficult to like someone who only uses their “admirable” qualities to harm other people. But he’s such a fascinating character. You could interpret him in so many different ways and, yeah, some things about him a pretty clear, but I’ve seen quite a few, valid fan interpretations of them - and I like all of them! You absolutely can’t excuse the stuff he does, but we are still given a very sound explanation for his behaviour. That’s something I love in antagonists. I even like the more cliché aspects of him, tbh - he’s just very enjoyable to read about.
Anyway, maybe you could say that I “love” Naomi more, but that I’m a bit more interested in B. (Which is a shame and I still wish we could’ve learnt more about her)
"Rich... where did Max go? He-He hasn't come back for so long..." -@askthetinycamper //i'm going to jump onto this angst train because why the hell not//
he’s… well, something bad has happened. *rich thinks for a minute, then finds the best way to answer the question without really answering the question*
i don’t really want to scare you, but i’m gonna need you to be careful- my dad got a hold of him, and my dad’s… not the greatest. so be very, very careful, please.