The hooded crow, with its contrasted greys and blacks, cannot be confused with either the carrion crow or rook. Except for the head, throat, wings, tail, and thigh feathers, which are black and mostly glossy, the plumage is ash-grey, the dark shafts giving it a streaky appearance. The bill and legs are black; the iris dark brown. Widely distributed, it is also known locally as Scotch crow and Danish crow. In Ireland it is called grey crow, just as in the Slavic languages and in Danish. In German it is called “mist crow” (“Nebelkrähe”). Found across Northern, Eastern, and Southeastern Europe, as well as parts of the Middle East.
Your hair was not on your side today. The one day you actually decide to care about your appearance, your hair wants to be an evil little shit. You lifted your hands up to the top of your head, using your thumb and forefinger you attempted to flatten out the stray hair that kept wanting to pop itself back up. Finally getting your hair in tact, you sigh heavily, looking down at yourself in the mirror. Smoothing your skirt don with the palms of your hands you began to feel the anxiety build up in your system. This was your first date ever.
Okay, maybe you shouldn’t call it a date. Peter texted and asked you to come over hang out for the night. Of course, you being the obnoxious, wide-eyed loser who loved Peter, you took it very seriously. This was the first time you and Peter were going to hang out alone. No Ned, Michelle, or Liz even. Just the two of you.
Oh god, you think you’re going to be sick.
The nerves flooded your thoughts and body almost in instinct just thinking about being with Peter alone for more than five minutes. You didn’t want to be a nervous wreck, but you were. You shouldn’t be a nervous wreck. Peter was one of your best friends, you knew everything about the other, it wasn’t going to be awkward.
Unless you made it awkward.
Which you are bound to do. Peter just made you extremely nervous. His small, opened mouth smile was something you could never get tired of. Especially when it was directed at you. You felt like you were floating on Cloud Nine whenever he looked at you like that. His dazzling brown orbs were always radiating something, but you could never quite put your finger on it. You didn’t mind it though, they were extremely alluring to look at.
One thing he would do quite often was, whenever Michelle made a joke or Ned laughed so hard it became contagious, making you laugh almost as hard, Peter would switch his attention to you it seemed, his structured yet soft features perked up at your laughter, eyes squinting in happiness at your joyous state. You had no idea the deep, enticing feeling had for him were recuperated.
His feelings for you were just as strong, if not stronger. He adored when you would slump into school, Y/E/C eyes tired, with no makeup on, completely bare faced. When the features you despised so much, hiding every day from the world, were exposed to his eyes, his heart did an enormous leap. His brown orbs would scan your face, taking in every line, crinkle, imperfection and smiled softly to himself.
One of his favorite things to watch you do was take your Y/H/C, Y/H/T (hair type) and softly pull the strands away from framing your face to behind your ears, in a messy bun, leaving a few loose strands around to frame your face. You drew his entire self in with almost everything you did, and you had no idea. It may sound a bit lavish, but he was mesmerized by you. Everything you did enhanced him. So, when you agreed to come over tonight to hangout he was ecstatic. He yearned for you to see this night as a date. And you did.
“Oh, cm'on! Captain America could beat the shit out of Iron Man. He’s got the shield,” you hollered, throwing your hands up as you shoved a fistful of popcorn into your mouth.
Peter rolled his eyes, scooting closer to you on the couch, throwing his right arm out into the air, “I’m telling you Y/N, there’s no way. You have to look at the physics aspect of it! That thing does not obey the laws of physics at all,” he said confidently, his scratchy voice chuckling after his statement.
You two were arguing about who would win in an Avengers battle. Peter swore up and down that Iron Man could beat the living hell out of anybody that got in his way, and you weren’t so sure. He went on for minutes, discussing how the entire battle would go down if such action did happen. You stared at him strangely, due to the fact that every key point he made was in such grave detail.
He sighed heavily once he was able to catch a breath. You laughed lightly and cocked your head to the side, “You literally sound like you could have been there once it happened,” you laughed at his exasperated state.
“Well, detail is key to any good story,” he let out, eyes wandering to every where else in the room, except to meet yours. You stared at him skeptically, but shrugged it off because it just sounded like Peter was being Peter.
You sat in uncomfortable silence for a couple of seconds, your eyes floating around the small living room, pairing your eyes with whatever you could fine, just not Peter’s. You sensed a heavy sigh emit from him after a couple of seconds, your brain picking up on the signal of boredom.
You’re being awkward. Stop being awkward! Why are you just sitting in silence?! Not opening your wide trap is worse than sitting here in uncomfortable, stiff silence for minutes!
You feel your cheeks flush as you intake a deep breath, breaking the wall of silence between you two as he glanced your way, catching his attention. Before a back and forth toss up in your on whether to break the silence thoroughly, you cough before speaking, “So, how was your chemistry-”
You were cut off by the sound of Peter’s phone lighting up, signalling a text. Your attention snaps from him to the phone sitting behind you on the table.
“Oh! Sorry, I just need to check and make sure it’s not May freaking out,” he then leaned his body completely over your frame, hovering over you.
Your heart quickened at your sudden closeness as you felt your face turn from a standard pink to a deep red. His knees dug into the couch right next to your legs, the heat radiating off your entire body, you attempted to hide the nervousness evident on your face before Peter sat back down. You could here the clicking of the keyboard on his phone for a short time before hearing the ‘swoosh’, letting you know he had answered the text, placing his phone back down.
The next thing you know, Peter’s frame had moved from hovering over you to right in front of you. Your eyes moved towards his, his beautiful eyes staring intently into yours, and at such a close proximity, you could see little flecks of light brown detected around his iris. Your eyes then made their way from his eyes to lips, and back and forth for what felt like centuries. He copied your actions, his eyes finding their way down to your lips as he leaned closer to you.
You didn’t know what moving was at this point. He had you locked in a trance, and you weren’t about to dare yourself to try and escape it. Your breaths mixed together, and the closer he got, the closer you became to exploding from happiness. Before you knew it, his lips found yours in a searing kiss.
Your eyes immediately shut as you brought your lips closer to his if it was even possible. He placed his strong hands on the back of the couch, on either side of your shoulders. You felt all of your worries wash away as his lips came off and back onto yours. Your hands found themselves in his hair, softly tugging at the strands.
Due to loss of breath, Peter pulls away, breathless. His eyes searched yours, your mouth slightly open for lack of breath. You stared at each other for seconds before he muttered, “W-Well, I really hope you don’t just think of this as a hangout.”
You smiled widely at him, “With just you, Peter Parker? I would never dream of it.”
Plot: Yoongi never knew how to control his temper in a fight. When he finally felt the last piece of string snap in his heart, his anger flooded him with such a strong desire to lash out that he knew he couldn’t prevent it. He was afraid of hurting his, in his eyes, fragile lover, so he instead transfuses it into one of a carnal sexual desire.
Genre: Gang AU/ High School AU Pairing: Reader/Jimin Length: 2297 A/N: woops posting this a little late, but for the anon!!!! Summary: Finding an injured boy collapsing in front of your house, you decide to help him, only to find out he’s associated with some underground business. After that fateful night, you surprisingly find him in the new class you had just transferred into.
“Stop myself from fucking pushing you against the
next wall and kissing the living shit out of you!”
I felt the
heat rush to my cheeks.
I stuttered looking up at Dan unbelievingly. Did I really hear that correctly?
His words filled my entire body with excitement as quickly as the most
effective drug in the world
his eyes shut for a few seconds in order to collect himself.
“Look just forget
about what I said.” Dan told me, the tips of his ears were red from embarrassment.
sheepishly ran his hand through his messy hair and took a step back from me.
I felt my
heart sink. What did he mean? How was I meant to forget about the jump my heart
did as reaction to what he had admitted earlier.
at me like that.” Dan insisted, swallowing hard.
go now.” He added, staring at the floor to avoid eye contact.
I raised my
eyebrows and shot him a confused look.
Brandon is waiting for you at the party.” Dan muttered with a hint of angriness
back in his voice.
“Can we please
forget about Brandon?!” I snapped, tired of talking about him. It felt like we
were completely ignoring the elephant in the room.
you wanted to sleep with him tonight?” Dan questioned with a little smirk now
that he had won our little argument.
“I just wanted to tease you. You freaking
deserved it, Howell! And I still meant the rest that I said.” I exclaimed
relieved to find out that I had no intention to actually have sex with Brandon,
but his face fell as I opened my mouth again.
talk about the ‘I want to kiss you’ thing now?” I asked, getting impatient.
do I have to tell you to forget about it?” Dan hissed. He was being defensive.
“What if I
can’t and don’t want to forget about it?” I challenged him, raising my voice.
have said that, Y/N.” He stressed as he tried to remain calm.
you say it then!?” I couldn’t deny that he got me all frustrated and confused. I didn’t
like the feeling I felt in my stomach region at all.
Dan stammered, not being able to find the right words.
mean it?” I croaked. This was all or nothing.
matter, Y/N.” Dan avoided my question while scratching the back of his head.
His eyes were filled with sadness as he was trying to look at everything but
so complicated! Why wouldn’t it matter, Dan?!” I couldn’t stop myself from
screaming. Why did he have to make things more difficult than they already
whether or not I meant what I said it shouldn’t change things!” Dan explained,
not being able to stop his voice from getting louder.
“But I want
them to change things, Dan. They should change things, okay?” I admitted,
taking a step towards him. I couldn’t believe I was finally saying this.
bit his lip, stopping himself from continuing.
your honest answer: Did you mean it?” I intensely eyed him while my heart was
nearly jumping out of my chest.
“What if I
did? It would change -“Dan started, staring directly into my eyes. The mellow
brown of his iris glistened.
I finished his sentence for him. “Dan, I have had a crush on you since I
started high school.” I finally adhered to my feelings for him. I was biting my
bottom lip out of nervousness.
hear Dan swallow heard and he started breathing heavily. There was surprise
written all over his face. I caught a little smile play with the corners of his
mouth but his delighted expression soon turned into a stern one again.
“Y/N, this just
can’t change things.” Dan stated seriously, crushing all my hopes.
didn’t mean it. You don’t like me.”
really a question. I was just facing the hurtful truth. Honestly, I felt
humiliated standing in front of Dan in my party dress after admitting that I
was totally into him.
“I- I didn’t
say that, okay.”
barely heard what he said, because I was too devastated to listen to him
anymore, but at his words my bowered head shot up again. My hope was higher
than ever before.
you acting like this then?” I wanted to know.
silent for a moment before he answered.
we shouldn’t be more than friends, okay?!” Dan got louder, but he wasn’t angry at
me, he was angry at himself.
that?” I queried in frustration.
“I said that!” Dan shouted as his hands
turned into fists.
you say that?!”
getting slightly mad at him. He was confusing and not making any sense.
when I first met you, you were five and I was eight. You just started going to
primary school and our parents asked me to look after you, be your friend and
show you around.” Dan started explaining himself.
see why this is relevant…” I quietly interrupted him.
finish first, Y/N. I remember that we became great friends after that and you
cried the day I left primary school because you still had a few years without
me left?” Dan smiled a little before he continued.
started going to high school and you were really nervous on your first day, our
parents asked me to look after you, be your friend, show you around and protect you from stupid boys. And I’m
afraid that if I push you against this wall right there behind you and freaking
kiss you I will be exactly one of those stupid boys.”
short silence his words had sunken in. My heart was racing again. All of this,
because he was too caring?
A smirk was
playing with my lips as I took another step towards him. He got nervous at how
close we were and clearly wanted to back away, but he had lost all control over
Your parents trusted me when they let you stay here. I don’t know what they
would say if they found out that we uh we-” he stuttered with hot pink cheeks
and didn’t finish his sentence.
Dan. And my parents totally love you.”
not the flawless and good boy they think I am.” Dan warned me, probably
thinking about his wild university lifestyle.
“I know. And
I like that.” I smirked, shamelessly flirting with him.
cautioned teasingly still smiling. “Kiss m-“
could end my sentence Dan closed the distance between us, making my heart
explode with excitement. His large hands gripped my hips as he forcefully but
carefully pushed me against the white wall behind us. I could feel his fast
heartbeat as his chest was pressed against mine.
fanned my neck, making my inside tingle. In the matter of a second his soft
lips crashed down on mine and they were suddenly moving against each other in
complete sync. His mouth was so warm, the caress of his lips soft and hungry at
the same time.
get enough of each other, but we had to break apart to catch our breaths.
have done this way sooner.” Dan panted as he eagerly went in for another kiss.
“God, I would have killed Brandon for doing exactly
what I am doing right now.” I heard Dan whisper under his breath and as I
giggled he added something that sounded much like “Let’s get you out of this dress. It has been messing with me all
Blue and green eyes were always beautiful
With their bright colours and pure patterns
But Brown eyes were always ordinary
With their plain colour and flat pattern
Until I noticed how deep they were
And how they slightly differed from the black of the eye
Brown eyes were ordinary
Until I saw the gold tones
brought out by the sunshine
reflecting in them
dancing a pattern across the iris
Brown eyes were always ordinary
Until I saw how beautiful they contrasted
The white of your eyes surrounding them
Brown eyes were ordinary
Until I fell in love with someone
With brown eyes.