but i have to go out for lunch

anonymous asked:

Ren has so much stamina in the bedroom and hux can't always keep up and last as long so he gets Ren a vibrator so he can fuck him until he's sobbing

Oh my GOD!!! Why am I imagining Hux and Kylo having sleepy morning sex that ends in Hux climaxing and Kylo wanting to immediately go again, but Hux has to leave for his shift so he gets The Toy out and leaves Kylo with it.

What is The Toy, I hear you ask? It’s a vibrating dildo on the end of a machine, thrusting back and forth like a real cock.

And Kylo lies there and can take it for hours until Hux comes back to him during his short lunch break to find Kylo still lying there, limp and drooling, whilst the toy pounds into him and makes soft whining noises.

And Hux can simply move the toy out of the way and slide his cock into Kylo’s ass, taking the place of the dildo at a quick pace, only this time, Kylo is moaning Hux’s name.


Originally posted by lancessara

Veronica x reader

Request: Hi there! Big fan of y'all and your writing! Would love a Veronica x fem reader where Veronica forgets the reader’s birthday. Thank you so much!

Written by Doc

“So Veronica, what did you get Y/N? Something extravagant I’m guessing,” Kevin asked Veronica as they sat in the student lounge with Betty during lunch.

“What are you talking about Kev?” Veronica laughed.

“For her birthday?” Kevin said confused.

“You did remember today is Y/N’s birthday right?” Betty added.

“Oh my gosh, with everything that’s been happening I completely forgot, I am the worst girlfriend ever,” Veronica groaned.

“Hey Ronnie it’s okay, I’m sure she’ll understand,” Betty said trying to comfort her. 

“I gotta go, maybe I can still have her favorite cupcakes flown in from New York,” Veronica muttered before hurrying out of the lounge, just barely missing you.

“Hey have you guys seen Veronica?” you asked Betty and Kevin when you walked into the room.

“Nope, haven’t seen her,” they both said at the same time a bit suspiciously. 

You didn’t run into Veronica at all the rest of the day and she wasn’t answering any of your calls. 

Finally around six you got a text saying to come over to the Pembrooke.

When you arrived you knocked on the door, Veronica opened it to reveal that she had filed her living room with balloons and decorations.

“Happy birthday baby,” she said pulling you inside and kissing you. 

“Wow Ronnie, you didn’t have to do all this,” you said noticing the cupcakes and other treats sitting on the counter.

“It’s your birthday, of course I did,” she responded.

“Can I be honest? I actually thought you might have forgotten.”

“To tell you the truth, I did forget,” she admitted, “I’m so sorry Y/N, everything has been so hectic lately and it totally slipped my mind until Kevin and Betty reminded me at school and I feel horrible-”

You cut off Veronica’s ramblings by passionately kissing her, “Ronnie it’s okay, really, I understand and I’m not mad. Getting to be with you right now is all that I need.” 

“Okay well I didn’t have time to pick up a real gift but I think I know a way to make it up to you… in my room,” she said teasingly.

“Is that so?” you said playfully.

Veronica bit her lip and grabbed your hand, leading you to her bedroom.

This was without a doubt your best birthday ever. 


Oh my god, Utena, you poor,  stupid girl, you are going to get Anthy fucking murdered. 

The inclusion of the static TV, my thoughts on it are basically that this is what Utena’s getting. She doesn’t have a clear picture of what’s going on, can’t see that actual signal, but still she powers forward, and as much as Utena seems to get it in that one moment with the Rose Bride thing, the TV, and assuming that she can go to Mikage and be like, “How about them duels?” and have it be okay, shows that it’s still the oblivious Utena we know and tolerate, so close to getting it but so far, refusing to move her antenna. 

Please note I haven’t seen anything past this and am watching spoiler free! Please don’t confirm, deny, or explain anything to me! Even if I should be able to figure it out based on past episodes! Even if it’s cultural! Even if there is no answer! It ruins it for everyone when I get spoiled!

concept: merle always seems to have the one thing everyone needs at any given point. like, yeah he’s got a spare tampon and an ibuprofen and some bandaids but like… even the super weird specific thing you need like he has a dictionary on hand so you can win an argument about the definition of professional. he has a coupon for every fantasy retailer you could think of even though he only shops at costco. he’s got a stone of farspeech charger for every make and model even the old flip stones. you’re out walking and you’re like man this would be a good spot to have lunch. bam. pulls out a picnic blanket and some paper plates go to town my friends. 

Side with my bullies and threaten me? I made sure you lose your job.

Okay, so this is going to be a bit of a long one. I’ve been sitting on this story for years and only recently discovered this sub to finally tell it. This happened when I was in 8th grade and I still feel a sense of pride remembering this incident.

tl;dr: My school’s interim principal sided with a clique of girls who had been bullying me after I tried to stand up for myself, so I ensured that she stayed at the school for a much shorter time than she had planned.

I went to a small, private school that was part of a network of international schools around the US. This network had its own Board of Education that managed many things across the schools, including the firing and hiring of principals. Our school principal had decided to leave for another school in the middle of 8th grade and the Board Director for our state decided to take over as the interim principal until a full time one could properly be found, although she was expected to stay as long as a school year or two. Many students hated her, as she immediately began lording her position on the board over the other teachers and was incredibly condescending to all the students, even the high school students, and treating us all like we were little kids. She shall be called M for this story.

So I had always had a problem being bullied by a clique of girls in our year ever since we were in 6th grade. They whispered insults to me in class, spread rumors about me, tripped me in the hall, tried to turn the rest of our clas against me, and then made fun of me even more for having very few friends. I have Asperger’s, which had been undiagnosed at the time, and they took advantage of my more literal thinking to trick me into believing stupid things to get me hurt, and called me a freak for my particular interests and how into them I got. I became incredibly depressed.

Towards the end of 8th grade, I decided I’d had enough of these girls and, since I was switching to another, more elite school for high school, I felt like, even though I was going to be better off than them, it would be proper for me to stand up to these girls once and for all. I didn’t have the confidence to go up to them on my own, so I went to a few other girls who I knew this clique had been bullying too to ask if we could all go stand up to them together. So we planned out exactly what we were going to say and went to them during lunch to tell them to leave us alone or we’d all go to M directly to deal with them.

Not an hour later, I’m called out of my science class to go down to M’s office. She had called all of us girls down. Apparently, the bullies had decided to go to M themselves and spin some sob story about how WE were bullying THEM and that they had tried to stand up to us but them we ‘surrounded’ them and 'threatened’ them to keep quiet. M had clearly taken their story in hook, line, and sinker and began berating us for bullying 'those poor girls’ and telling us that we should be ashamed of ourselves and that we weren’t allowed anywhere near them or we’d have our parents called. M even said she was friends with the mother of one of the bullies and that ’[Girl] had been teased at her old school and didn’t deserve such treatment here.’

She directly asked me what had happened during lunch and clearly didn’t like the truth that I was telling, because she immediately brushed it off and continued yelling at us, adding that if any of us tried to interrupt her (read: explain what really happened), she would have us expelled. I stayed quiet because I didn’t actually want to be expelled and jeopardize my chance of getting into my new school, but I was now fuming with anger. This anger became fury when I noticed that two of the girls in the clique (who had been allowed to sit in on this humiliating telling-off) were smirking at us from behind M’s back.

Once M let us finally leave (and after I took some time to cry in the bathroom), I went down to the front office to be excused from class for the rest of the day, claiming to be unwell. My mom was called to pick me up and, as soon as I got into the car, I told her everything that had happened. I have a somewhat eidetic memory, so I was able to tell her how the meeting in M’s office went nearly word for word, emphasizing the fact that she had threatened us with expulsion for speaking up. My mom was furious and called M personally to give her a piece of her mind. I told my mom the names of all the other girls who had been humiliated along with me and my mom then called their parents to tell them what had happened. Many of them called M as well to complain about the injustice done.

The next day, I went back to school and retold the story to any of my classmates who asked where I had been. This not only turned many of them against the bullies who had orchestrated the entire thing, but also allowed me to convince them to tell their parents to write letters to the Board to complain about M’s general behavior. The entire time, I stay away from the clique in class and, whenever a teacher noticed and pulled me aside to ask why I was actively avoiding those girls in particular, I told them that they had been bullying me and that M had them protected. I was a very good student and had a good relationship with many of my teachers (who I would sometimes keep company during lunch because I didn’t have any friends to hang out with) so they believed me and made their own complaints. When M tried to confront me about them, I simply told her that I was just letting my teachers know what she had told us so that they couldn’t accidentally make us work together.

The whole thing caused such a mess for M that she was removed by the rest of the Board as the interim principal a month after, and lost her position as the Board Director shortly after that.

I went on to my new high school feeling quite smug about that.


You’re first of your line to be born into this balloon of dust people call a city. If one wants to get technical, your family’s of the third Sand line in Nam Định; but to be quite honest that doesn’t mean much. You just call yourself a concrete witch. Your grandma calls you a waste. Both for the concrete thing and the art student thing. Your best friend’s a composite wizard; you like to imagine how mad your grandma would be if she knew that. 

You go by Sa, both online and between friends. You’re a young lady, twenty years of age, who hasn’t seen her family in more than six months. You’re a concrete witch, and bureaucracy is your biggest enemy, just like anyone else’s in this city.

some random ideas for an urban fantasy thing set in Hanoi. 

Jealous Lovers Sentence Starters

as requested by anon. Feel free to change pronouns or anything else !

  • “Who was that?”
  • “I don’t like the way he/she/they look/s at you.”
  • “How could I make you jealous? I melt whenever you say my name.”
  • “Hi! I’m ___’s girlfriend/boyfriend/partner/etc. Ever heard of me?”
  • “So what if I’m jealous?”
  • “You are spending WAY too much time with that guy/girl/person.”
  • “How come you never do that with me?”
  • “Hey. You’re mine.” / “Don’t worry. I’m yours.”
  • “I’m going to kick his/her/their ass! No one can touch you like that except for me.”
  • “I heard you and ___ had lunch.”
  • “Are you jealous?~”
  • “Can I just give you another hickey?” / “Did you really have to give me so many hickeys?”
  • “I can’t have these people all over you.”
  • “Oh, come on. Don’t worry about him/her/them, we’re just friends.”
  • “Don’t you trust me?” / “You’re not the one I don’t trust…”
  • “I know that you love me, but your jealousy is getting out of hand.”
  • “You don’t own me…except when you make that face.”
  • “I don’t remember our hello kiss being a hello makeout. Are you threatened by my friend?”
  • “Who are you texting? I thought I just saw a heart emoji.”
  • “Why is your ass so amazing? Everyone is staring at it and I hate it.”
  • “Hey, pal. His/her/their eyes are up there.”
  • “I don’t know what that was about, but I love seeing you all riled up.”
  • “This is outrageous. I demand more attention.”
  • “Oh you and ___ went there? That’s where we went on our first date.”
  • “You’re with ME now.”
  • “What is/are he/she/they doing here?”
Bad Decisions (Grayson Dolan)

New Grayson Dolan Series!

Bad Decisions by Ariana Grande

Originally posted by dolangram

Grayson Dolan. Two words came to mind when someone said his name. Bad Boy. He was the guy every girl wanted and the guy ever other guy wanted to be. He could walk into a room and all eyes were instantly on him. He didn’t earn the reputation of being a bad boy by just standing there. He was often doing bad things like skipping school and getting in fights. I guess that was attractive to the girls though because they all wanted him, however Grayson showed no interest in the many beautiful and quite easy girls that threw themselves at him all the time. In fact he only looked at one girl. That girl was me. 

“Grayson Dolan actually showed up today what a surprise.” my best and only friend said as she sat down beside me. 

“and why would I care?” I asked giving her a look. 

“cause you’re like his muse or something, I’m so jealous.” she said opening her binder.

I didn’t believe that at all. He just gave me a stare down every once and awhile. I don’t know why he would like a girl like me anyways. I was too shy to even talk to a guy and pretty much spent all my free time in the library studying. I was a nerd, a nobody, but Grayson he wasn’t just anybody, he was a big deal in our small town. He was quite different from his twin brother Ethan who was captain of the football team and probably the nicest kid in school. 

“whatever you say.” I said rolling my eyes. 

as If on queue Grayson comes strolling in the room making sure to give me a small smile before taking his seat at the back of the classroom. Ethan came in directly after him taking his usual spot at the front of the classroom beside me. 

“alright class since it’s getting closer to middle of the year we are going to do a midterm project.” our history teacher Mrs. Hall announced to the class.

groans were heard from all of the students well except for me. I didn’t mind doing projects because I liked to be creative with my knowledge. 

“now don’t worry you will be doing these projects in partners.” Mrs. Hall said making the students perk up.

I was the one to groan this time. I hated partner work because I always got stuck with the worst partners. 

“okay pick your partners quickly.” She said turning to the chalkboard. 

I looked immediately towards my only friend but she had already partnered up with her boyfriend Shawn. I rolled my eyes. Suddenly someone tapped me on the shoulder. I turned around to see Grayson smiling at me. . 

I was shocked that he even approached me. 

“how about you and I be partners?” He said offering me an innocent smile. 

I gulped as he stared me down. I could see the girls standing behind him practically begging him to be their partner so they could spend alone time with him. 

“uh me?” I asked not sure if he was actually talking to me.

“yes you silly.” He said chuckling a bit. 

I bet my face was as red as a tomato by now. Grayson has never said a word to me but here he was asking me to be his partner. 

“so is that a yes or a no?” He asked still looking at me.

Suddenly I was hit in the head with a paper ball. I turned around to see a couple girls snickering.

“who the hell threw that?” Grayson growled clenching his jaw. 

the snickering immediately died down as Grayson took a seat beside me.

“we’re going to be partners okay?” He said giving me a smile.

“okay.” I said just above a whisper.

“so you do talk.” Grayson said laughing. 

“uh yeah.” I said again just barely above a whisper. 

He was about to respond when Mrs. Hall cut him off. 

“alright class here is the rubric and the directions for the project, I will assign you a location and you must create a project that shows what that location is best known for. I will give you the rest of the class to discuss with your partner about what you will be doing.” She said passing out the papers. 

I looked at our location. Paris France. 

“ah the city of love, what could we do? wink wink.” Grayson said wiggling his eyebrows. 

I started laughing making him smile at me. I immediately stopped laughing when I saw him staring. 

“you have a nice laugh.” Grayson said giving me a smile. 

“thanks.” I said shyly looking at my notebook. 

“so partner what should we do for this project?” He asked looking at the textbook.

I saw his brow furrow as he looked through the text book. Grayson skipped a lot of classes so it wasn’t a surprise that he had no idea what was going on in any of his classes. He let out a frustrated groan as he turned the book. 

“are you okay?” I shyly asked looking at him. 

“uh I just have a bit of dyslexia it’s no biggie.” He said closing the book.

I felt bad for him. He acted like it wasn’t a big deal but it totally was. He was struggling to read. I was about to respond when the bell rang signaling the end of class. Grayson and I didn’t even decide what we were doing for our project yet. It was lunch time which means I would go to the library.

“yo dude let’s go.” Grayson’s buddies said grabbing his shoulder. 

Grayson gave me a smile before walking out of the classroom. I grabbed my books and my lunch bag before heading to the library. I walked in giving the librarian Mrs. Lee a small smile. I sat at one of the tables before taking out the sandwich I made myself. I was quiet as I read a novel I’d already read a thousand times and ate my sandwich. Suddenly the chair beside me is pulled out and someone sits down. 

“so this is what the library looks like.” 

I turn to see Grayson smiling at me holding his lunch tray. 

“what are you doing here?” I asked him shyly.

“well we never decided what we were doing for our project and I don’t know about you but I would like a good grade.” Grayson said.

“since when do you care about grades?” I asked him laughing a little bit. 

“since I skipped too much school and now I’m doomed to repeat this grade unless I get good grades for the rest of the year.” He said smirking. 

“fair point, so what do you want to do?” I asked him. 

“you do know you’re the smart one between the two of us.” He said laughing. 

“well it’s Paris so we obviously have to incorporate the Eiffel Tower but what could we do to show the city of love?” I asked as I looked through the textbook.

“well how about we make the Eiffel Tower out of hearts?” Grayson said smiling. 

“that’s actually a really good idea.” I said writing it in my notebook. 

“really? I don’t have many of those.” He said making me laugh. 

I noticed Grayson staring at me laughing making me stop and grow shy again.

I started a rough sketch of the Eiffel Tower made completely of hearts. I noticed Grayson staring at me, making my cheeks flush red. I was about to respond when we were surrounded. I looked up to see some of the jocks glaring down Grayson. 

“Grayson Dolan in the library, well there is quite a sight.” Nate one of the star basketball players said. 

“you’re going soft Grayson.” One of the other boys said. 

“want to test that theory?” Grayson growled clenching his fists. 

I didn’t know what was happening so I did what I always did when I was nervous and started to shrink away. 

“oh are we scaring you?” Nate asked looking at me. 

Grayson got up pulling me by the arm so I was behind him now. 

“leave her alone.” Grayson growled. 

His hand was still on my arm making my heart race a thousand miles per hour. 

“You shouldn’t have messed with Brody’s girlfriend.” Nate said standing up. 

“Brody’s girl threw herself at me, not surprisingly Brody’s a dick much like the rest of you. I told her I didn’t want anything to do with her and she was ugly crying, not my fault.” Grayson said laughing.

“maybe we should mess with your girl.” Nate smirked. 

I noticed Grayson grow instantly tense. I also felt the heat spread to my cheeks as I was described as Grayson’s girl. 

“why don’t you try and see what happens.” Grayson said letting go of my arm and balling his fists again. 

I didn’t want there to be a fight. 

“Grayson let’s go, they aren’t worth your time.” I said stepping in front of him. 

His facial features instantly changed to a softer look. 

“okay, let’s go.” Grayson said softly. 

I gathered my backpack and started walking out of the library with Grayson.

“yeah Grayson listen to your little bitch.” Nate called chuckling with his group of friends. 

Grayson immediately stopped. 

“what did you just call her?” He asked turning to face the boys. 

“I believe I called her a bitch.” Nate said folding his arms across his chest. 

“yeah that’s what I thought you said.” Grayson said smirking. 

Grayson ran at Nate picking him up before slamming him on the library table and punching him hard in the jaw. He turned to one of the other boys punching him right in to nose. There were more of them but Grayson was stronger, and more experienced. Nate got up punching Grayson making his nose bleed. One of the boys kicked Grayson down to where Nate could repeatedly kick him. 

“stop please!” I said going over to the group of boys. 

Nate looked at me laughing before walking towards me. I backed away but he just walked closer.

“now tell me what are you doing with a loser like Dolan?” Nate asked before flicking off my glasses.

I grabbed my glasses and put them on just in time to see Grayson tackle Nate to the ground. He repeatedly punched Nate over and over again.

“don’t you dare fucking touch her.” Grayson growled with each punch. 

Suddenly Grayson was ripped off of Nate and the principle stood there glaring at all of us. 

“All of you in my office now!” Principle Ross yelled. 

I looked at Grayson in panic. We walked to his office, Nate glaring at Grayson the entire time. 

“who started this fight?” Principle Ross asked both boys. 

of course Grayson said Nate and Nate said Grayson. It turned in to even more of an argument. 

“Y/N you’re honest, tell me who really started the fight?” Principle Ross asked me.

I looked down shyly. I looked at Grayson who looked at his feet. 

“Nate.” I said shyly.

“WHAT THAT IS SUCH BULLSHIT.” Nate fumed but he was already being escorted in to the office. 

“look you too get back to class and don’t get in to any more fights!” Principle Ross 

We watched him walk away before exiting the office.

“oh my gosh I’ve never lied before, and now I just lied to the freaking principle of our school!” I said freaking out. 

“oh man Y/N you’re really worrying me, you’re going down a really dangerous path.” Grayson said smirking. 

“oh shut up.” I said laughing. 

there was an awkward silence that fell between us as we walked down the hall.

“why are you even talking to me?” I asked as we stopped in the hallway. 

“what do you mean?” Grayson asked. 

“I’m mean why me?” I said putting my head down. 

Grayson put a hand under my chin making my eyes meet his. He leaned in close, and it sent shivers down my spine. 

“why not you.” He whispered in my ear. 

I couldn’t help the blush that spread to my cheeks as Grayson dropped my chin.

“I’ll see you later, partner.” Grayson said giving me a wink.

I watched him walk away as a million butterflies erupted in my stomach. I don’t know what this feeling was, but I think I liked it.



a thrilling saga of shit i’ve heard at college; these are all from my first semester of sophomore year. feel free to change names/pronouns/etc.! more ‘shit i heard/said’ starters!

  • “The porn industry is moving swimmingly.”
  • “We all need men. Go find them.”
  • “It’s not an opera, bitches, it’s a flight.”
  • “Don’t look! It makes their dick bigger!”
  • “I have my own place and I can light as many candles as I want.”
  • “I’m not a librarian, sir.”
  • “How’s your sack lunch, bitch?”
  • “Stab me in the ass and turn me into Kim Kardashian.”
  • “I stayed up another hour just to cry.”
  • “I just got a nude and I don’t know how to feel about it.”
  • “I’m gonna go stab my eyes out now.”
  • “We get it. You have a big truck and a small penis.”
  • “It’s an epidemic, Karter!”
  • “There’s no cups, so I’m using a bowl. To drink apple juice.”
  • “Fuck y’all, I’m eating Fruit Loops!”
  • “I don’t know my superhero name, but here I am with my can of Lysol and my plastic fork.”
  • “Your list of things to do includes making the best 2000s playlist of all time and fighting me at Cheesecake Factory.”
  • “This is borderline human abuse.”
  • “How do you feel about fluorescent lighting?”
  • “I’m sorry, I’m on a college budget, I’ll give you two nickels and a paper clip.”
  • “We couldn’t say hell, because… Catholic school problems.”
  • “I don’t want them to call me and be like, ‘we’re about to drill into your face!’”
  • “Ugh, yes, the hot TA, what club are you in?”
  • “My rat bastard dad? What about him?”
  • “I have an idea that I’m positive no other human has ever had: butter flavored ice cream.”
  • “I hate myself, but I’m funny, so…”
  • “This man loves puppies and he is not afraid to say it.”
  • “There’s just something about stale food that I really like.”
  • “I like how we’re watching our upcoming death on TV.”
  • “When I get wasted, I want to fight. It’s a problem.”
  • “My boyfriend got really drunk and started drinking nectar out of the hummingbird feeder.”
  • “He currently has a child.”
  • “That’s a good way of getting rid of a baby.”
  • “He can’t look at his dead parents or his alive children.”
  • “I can’t focus on reading, ‘cause I just wanna watch Drake and Josh.”
  • “My roommate loves manifestos. Especially the Communist Manifesto.”
  • “Have you studied his naked body or something?”
  • “Okay, we got our Greek tragic playwrights: there’s Sophocles… there’s Euripides… uh… Isosceles?”
  • “We’re so stupid we click things that say ‘click here for here’.”
  • “So there were just 95 loose pigs.”
  • “This is called shaming.”
  • “I can’t be the only person who says ‘meatballs and spaghetti’.”
  • “What could go wrong? …oh, shit, I’m on fire.”
  • “Don’t call Kourtney unless you wanna suck dick tonight.”
  • “There’s no one around. He’s talking to his dick.”
  • “Just ‘cause it’s Greek doesn’t mean it’s sophisticated.”
  • “I hate myself, but I hate her more.”
  • “I don’t know anything about it, but it has bread in the name, so I want to try it.”
  • “Just… don’t breathe this class.”
  • “Megan: secret crop top wearer.”
  • “I’m embracing my aesthetic while you’re embracing… Jon Hamm’s face.”
  • “What are we doing tonight besides homework? …and bread?”
  • “I’m witnessing a breakup right here in the Starbucks line.”
  • “I nominate Gushers as a snack suggestion, but, like, a lot of them. All of them.”
  • “I have a strong immune system.”
  • “I was so worked up about the bolo ties.”
  • “Also, I was wine drunk, so…”
  • “Does she hit him? I hope she hits him.”
  • “Only Matthew McConaughey drives Lincolns.”
  • “Oh, yeah, I’m totally a Republican… Pence is daddy…”
  • “After that… is the exact same thing… from a different angle.”
  • “All my life, I’ve been striving to be better than Kidz Bop.”
  • “Is ‘slaveitude’ a word?”
  • “Ted Bundy was attractive. People knew him.”
  • “I feel like whoever’s in charge of the Reese’s company is really high right now. Like, putting Reese’s inside of Reese’s.”
  • “One beer bottle on campus might be a problem, but if there’s 8, they’re props.”
  • “With elevators, it’s not claustrophobia. It’s that I don’t trust the government.”
  • “Headphones: in. World: out. Notes font: ugly.”
  • “You know that’s a felony, right?”
  • “That’s a… fourth or fifth impression kind of story.”
  • “That means she definitely fucked a member of Kiss.”
  • “I feel free, but also ugly.”
  • “This is my unassigned assigned seat, and if any of you take it, I will fight you.”
  • “I went to the Home Depot, bought a bunch of lights, put them up in the air, and said ‘this is art’.”
  • “Because I was a full New Yorker, I just kept walking.”
  • “We almost died, but our last meal would’ve been free, so…”
  • “What’s a funeral like in 2017? GIFs and memes.”
  • “I would like to thank not only God but also Tinder.”
  • “I sat through a 40 minute argument about how Justin Bieber started the Cold War.”
  • “I’m just walking down the hallway, thinking about ways to throw myself down the stairs and make it look like an accident.”
  • “Now, if it was Kidz Bop, I’d go see it.”
  • “Don’t name your kid Ethelwold.”
  • “Shoulders, chest, pants, shoes: a vision for America.”
  • “My dad’s not getting dick from anyone.”
  • “I’m a shady beach and y’all are my shady beaches.”
  • “Oh, no, don’t write that down…”
  • “At Chipotle, God himself picked those avocados and put them in the guacamole.”
  • “It should be a holiday: Ohio awareness day.”
  • “We should go to a nice place. A formal place. California Pizza Kitchen.”
  • “What do you do in geology lab? Dissect rocks?”
  • “What great weather for a mental breakdown.”
  • “He’s not computer generated; he’s actually that large.”
  • “I’ve done some soul searching and I think that ranch dressing is my favorite food.”
  • “I almost said his birthday was in 1926. It’s like, we got a little bit of an age gap.”
  • “Are you physically running away from the situation?”
  • “I will personally call Papa John to tell him that he’s the reason my life isn’t going right.”
  • “I can’t wait for middle-aged sex now.”
  • “I should’ve known, there aren’t two eclipses in a year!”
  • “I walked around with a bear taser for a year and a half.”
  • “I found out that the guy I have a restraining order against has been peeing on my car for two years.”
  • “He fought the devil in jeans and no shirt.”
  • “She threw my fucking pillow off of the balcony!”
  • “Tickets are for something fun. Paying the check is not fun.”
  • “It’s Halloween, calories don’t count on holidays.”
  • “Well, you know how I said we met in philosophy class? Well… Elise doesn’t take philosophy class.”
  • “You got it wrong. You said 56 point 2. The answer was 56 point 2.”
  • “Do I want that horrible sock tan line the I had for five years back? Yeah, I do.”
  • “I got drunk, threw up, got high, and came here.”
  • “It’s Titanic blue. I’m the Heart of the Ocean, bitch.”
  • “The only rat bastard in our lives is Russ.”
  • “The beats are so good, but the words are such trash.”
  • “I had to fight someone in the elevator yesterday.
  • “…I’ve awakened the Demigorgon.”
  • “We solved the great hiccup epidemic of 2017.”
  • “Watch out, Kansas, I’m coming for you.”
  • “Do not associate my birthday with math terms.”
  • “That’s some Hunger Games type shit.”
  • “Fuck y’all, I hope you trip and die.”
  • “I’m very confused and also cold: an American tale. A five part miniseries, this fall on HBO.”
  • “I am Mrs. Grey! Bring me the kink!”
  • “I really wanna make a shirt that’s all Comic Sans.”
  • “I was thinking about Panera’s mac and cheese in a bread bowl, and I started crying.”
  • “We’re gonna steal your WiFi, but it’s okay, because Panhellenic love.”
  • “I have confidence that you’re not gonna get pregnant within those two hours.”
  • “See if this card works. I mean, it should work, but, like…”
  • “I think my favorite part was slowly dying.”
  • “All they serve is chicken salad, so you really have to like chicken salad.”
  • “I have three papers and a test this week, I don’t have time for feelings to resurface.”
  • “I’m living a life. Not my best one.”
  • “When you write a report on a book you’ve never read.”
  • “Don’t tell me what to wear when you wear Crocs to the bar.”
  • “I have listened to literally nothing but Hallelujah and My Heart Will Go On all day today.”
  • “Oh my god, Elise, you fucking bitch, get your shit together, and write your paper.”
  • You know what I’m really devastated about? I’m all out of Fruit Roll-ups.”
  • “We’re gonna be teachers. We have school forever.”
  • “I don’t want your sympathy, I want your anger.”
  • “Clowns… doorknobs… the color yellow… ducks… I’m quoting Victorious…”
  • “Did you just say ‘hey Sophie’ to not include me? ‘Cause, guess what, bitch, I’m still here.”
  • “I live here, I know when we have salad!”
  • “I think Satan’s middle name is cumulative.”
  • “I will put up with my moose husband for however long I need.”
  • “I’ve literally been down here for an hour and a half waiting for these nonexistent cookies.”
  • “I’m keeping a detailed list of Elise’s hickeys.”
  • “I’m an adult, I say as I eat my Fruit Roll-up.”
  • “Oh, my practicum grade is in! Let’s see… 36.”
  • “SOS, I’m in bed and it’s so comfy, but I need to get up to study, what do I do?”
  • “Get up. Only a few more days until we can sleep all we want.”
  • “So you’re admitting you live in the woods.”
  • “I don’t know if it’s finals stress or if this is actually the cutest thing I’ve ever seen, but I’m crying.”
  • “It was optional, don’t make me feel bad for skipping class.”
  • “I’ve heard that, if enough people fail, they’ll have to curve it.”
  • “How do you even study for this?”
Daily Routine with Stray Kids

masterlist can be found (here);
inspired by @warmau‘s daily routine with bts (here)! 


  • It takes forever to wake him up since he is always forcing himself to stay up late to work on his music
  • By the time he’s in the bathroom, he is probably still half asleep with his toothbrush barely hanging from his mouth and nearly uses your facial cleanser as shaving cream
  • Which you then have to hit the nape his neck lightly, instantly jolting him awake but because he’s still blurry, he’s like “huh wait what who am i” 
  • He automatically makes breakfast for you while you are in charge of working the coffee machine
  • When Chan takes his cup of caffeine from you, you give him a morning kiss and try your best to smooth out his bed hair 
  • Which he did respond by giving you a bleary smile and going like “it’s way too early” while rubbing his eyes 
  • You two are soon rushing to get ready since you might’ve have spent too long interpreting each other’s dream
  • Texts you throughout the day, whether it is cheesy reminders that he misses you or motivational quotes to push through your day
  • It never fails to bring a smile to your face at how thoughtful he is
  • Sometimes, you will even get a call from the members who mess around with their leader’s phone when he is busy
  • “It’s Chan’s hyung significant other!!!! This is Fe-”
  • “Sorry babe the boys should be practicing rather than disturbing you. Work hard and i love you ~”
  • He passes out on the couch from how exhausted training was so you cover him with a blanket and order takeout
  • After dinner, he’s composing a new track in the couch with his laptop 
  • Eventually, you come over and turn on the tv and snuggle into his arms while you catch up with some variety shows
  • It goes on until one of you yawns and it’s lights out
  • Both of you change to the couple pajamas you share and it doesn’t take long to fall asleep into each other arms 


  • Sings to wake you up and is that an angel singing? Nah it’s just your boyfriend, Kim Woojin 
  • Wakes up way earlier like 7am and you don’t even notice before he gets out of bed super stealthily 
  • When you are going down thinking of having some microwave oatmeal, breakfast has already been prepared by Minho
  • From freshly squeezed orange juice to scrambled eggs and a platter of fruits, you are seriously looking at him like: what in the world ……
  • Walks you to work since your office is just nearby and you are joking around like “don’t cry, i won’t be gone for long” and he’s rolling his eyes, going “shUT UP”
  • But also texts you five minutes later with a picture of him and Chan ‘i miss you :(((’
  • He’s not the type to send updates of himself but rather constantly messages you to cheer you up 
  • You meet him for lunch since he happens to be nearby and he feeds you dumplings with his chopstick 
  • After work, you walk home together to do some grocery shopping
  • And you have to stop Woojin from buying every single meat product out there by threatening him that you will cook something spicy tonight
  • While you make dinner,  Woojin will bake a fresh batch of cookies  
  • It’s actually just from the box mix but it’s still amazing so you’re not complaining 
  • You will be working at the dining table and he will sit opposite of you, practicing his guitar while stuffing yourself with the cookies he made earlier
  • You end up dozing off so he carries you to bed and soon, both of you are off to dreamland


  • Wakes you up with a million of kisses and wow the sun is looking right at you bcs someone sure is dazzling
  • You sheepishly look at him and wonder how the heck he already looks so put together with perfect hair as if the word bedhead does not exist in him
  • Make breakfast with him and it’s usually something like pancakes which takes up a lot of time so you have to rush to get ready after that 
  • He gets dress fairly quickly so he will be trying to pick an outfit you but you grab literally whatever is on your bed because you guys are laTE
  • “Minho we don’t have time to go through the bundles!!”
  • He drives you to your workplace but before leaving, he literally goes through this list of things you might forget and you are just like ‘i got this! i got this!’
  • “No you still forgot something.” “Huh?” “This.” 
  • Which he pulls you in and kisses you on the lips just before dropping you off at work 
  • He will call you during work to tell you that he just made a reservation at your favourite Italian restaurant since he knows you are probably too tired from work to cook today 
  • Surprises you with flowers and by the time dinner’s over, you are heading the nearest cinema to watch a movie
  • Halfway through, you fell asleep on his shoulder and he is smiling so hard because oh god how are you so cute
  • When you come home, you make some tea and stay up for a bit longer to continue talking while looking at the stars on the balcony
  • Then you go to bed as he pulls you into your chest and it’s just really warm + comforting hehe


  • You wake him up by snatching Gyu away from him and also blasting Matryoshka on the bedside table
  • By the time he’s up, he will just pull down you again and say ’it’s still dark outside’
  • So you force your way to literally open all the binds so the sunlight is shining right on his face and he’s like ‘i give up TT’
  • Neither of you has the energy to cook because you are drained from waking him up and he’s tired from the lack of sleep so it’s cereal BEFORE milk
  • “You should wear something other than black, Changbin.” “I like dark.” “Yeah sure but who’s the one who can’t sleep without gyu????”
  • Stops at a convenience store to get drinks and you are like “stop trying to act cool, I know you want chocolate milk instead of canned coffee.”
  • Ruffles your head before sending you off and sneak a goodbye kiss which makes him speechless
  • Will call you during work so he can hear your voice although he doesn’t say so 
  • But you know because Felix just sent you an attachment of Changbin smiling really widely while listening to you talk about your day over the phone
  • When both of you get home, he helps you to heat up the leftovers and plays some song while at it 
  • Which leads to an impromptu lip sync battle of who can sing ‘hellevator’ better 
  • You two watch a horror movie after everything is clean up 
  • You spend the rest of the movie cuddling with him and he covers your eyes whenever a jump scare is about to appear


  • You two wake up at the same time but makes you give him at least 10 kisses or he isn’t getting out of bed
  • Instead of couple items, you guys try to dress the same colour scheme
  • Because you ain’t wearing those buckets hats no matter how fashionable Hyunjin claims them to be
  • Keeps asking if his hair looks good today and he isn’t satisfied until you ask him to shut up with a kiss
  • Which will make him and start grinning and you are like “that was your real intention, wasn’t it??”
  • You make breakfast which is just chopped fruits with granola and yoghurt while he feeds kkami
  • Spent way too long playing and cooing over kkami being able to master a new trick so you guys are officially late
  • But he will still kiss you until you are breathless at the door before whispering in your ear that he already misses you
  • Sends you lots of pictures of him throughout the day and you are like “wtf did I do to be attacked like this”
  • “Am I that handsome?” “yes so now STOP”
  • Tries to leave practice a bit earlier so he can pick you up from work
  • Eats instant noodle or microwave those instant meals for dinner because y'all are just too lazy for anything
  • Spent the rest of the night cuddling with Hyunjin at the couch, watching a movie he downloaded on his laptop
  • You two end up sleeping until he wakes up at like 1am with his head on your lap
  • He will try his best to carry you but you wake up in the midst of it
  • In which you tell him you can move on your own but he’s like “uh huh i got you”
  • But also either one of your stomach starts growling and you guys share a gaze
  • “Wanna hit mcdonalds?”
  • When you are finally in bed, Hyunjin wraps you up in his arms and you hear him mumble ‘i love you’ softly into your hair


  • Both of you are light sleepers so you wake up pretty easily
  • Even if you are tired, he will carry you down since you are already in his embrace which makes everything easier
  • Breakfast is usually just whatever is on the counter - cereal, cookies
  • Tries to get you to do a couple look with him by wearing matching flannels and high tops which you usually comply because it’s really comfy
  • And you will usually steal one of his beanies and he lets you keep it cause you look way cuter in it than he does
  • On the way, you make a bet to see who buys coffee because he always insist on treating
  • So you play a game of racing to this one cherry blossom tree
  • Jisung tries to let you win on purpose
  • Until you reach the tree, giggling and telling him that the rules are that the winner buys the drinks instead
  • Ends up trying to steal your drink or sneak a bite of your crossaint when he thinks you aren’t looking
  • Kisses the top of your head when you are at the station and he’s like “make sure to text me when you reach okok!!“
  • Updates you really often, be it a cute picture of him or a voice recording of him going through his raps
  • But sneakingly, at the end is an “I love you, see you later ~”
  • You get some takeaway at this korean cuisine place you go to often for dinner
  • Monitor some of his live stages with him or go through his rap lyrics while also feeding Jisung a piece of tteokbokki
  • Goes for a walk at the park after dinner where he tells you how his day went and so do you
  • There’s this slope where you both take turns shouting out your frustrations
  • Which you keep doing until one of the neighbours as y’all to keep your volume down
  • Leading to both of you laughing and sprinting down the hill
  • You wear one of his oversize shirts to sleep and he’s scrunching his nose going ‘you smell like me’
  • But then again, he likes it when you do it as he is looking at you with a very soft gaze
  • Making you drift to sleep, dreaming of Jisung


  • You both wake up and just stare at each other since your minds are still very fuzzy and just hella disorientated
  • Felix will look at the time and like pulls you back to sleep like “let’s wake up to the snooze.” in which you agree so are you back in his arms getting warmth
  • Because of that, you two are running late so it’s usually quickly getting dressed and having breakfast from the convenience store
  • But also half the time, you probably have to head home because he forgot his dance shoes or something like that
  • He will get you juice since 'too much coffee is bad for you’ and you will get melon bread or like a chocolate muffin whichever is available
  • You guys are like half eating and half running and by the time you have to part way, you guys are panting like you just ran a marathon
  • He will grab your wrist and pull you into a breathtaking hug and tells you to be safe and that he loves you
  • In which you smile and kiss his freckles (because he loves it when you do that) and tell him not to injure himself during practice
  • Will send you the weirdest pics of his members like is that Jeongin’s eyes??? Chan’s hands???
  • Also, the lamest BuzzFeed quiz 'are you a picky eater?’ and you have to text him to stop distracting you from your pile of incomplete work
  • You usually reach home first since Felix tries to spend as much time as he can to practice
  • When he gets home, he will apologize again and again for being late and you are like “it’s okay!! just pay for dinner and throw the trash”
  • Which he will order fried chicken and you eat in the living room while playing video games
  • Tries to make a bet to see who can stay up the latest so you guys make some hot chocolate and also share a bowl of lucky charms because why not
  • In the end, you two are sound asleep on the couch and wake up with an aching back
  • But it’s cute because your limbs are somehow tangled together and you both laugh as you attempt to untangle yourself from him


  • You wake to the smell of his burnt toast he tried to make for both of you
  • When you see his pout, you sigh while giving him a backhug and open the windows to clear out the odour
  • But you will still insist to take a bite of it and tell him it’s good, knowing how hard he worked and the smile he gives you is totally worth that bitter taste in your mouth
  • Getting ready is such a breeze especially Seungmin is your personal playlist, where he sings all your favourite songs for you
  • It takes him a while to answer when you ask if your outfit looks okay because he didn’t realize how stunning you are
  • Also offers you one of his cardigans cause the weather’s getting colder
  • Together with an umbrella because he makes it a point to check the weather forecast before leaving the house every day
  • In the end, you two go to a nearby cafe to grab a pastry and coffee on the go
  • On the way, he will talk about his plans with the members and asks about yours as well
  • Wants to kiss you when you are parting but he’s also shy so he’s just biting his lips nervously while looking at your entwined hands
  • So you are the one who quickly kisses Seungmin and telling him you will see him later, making him flustered but also really happy as his steps seemed to be much lighter
  • Facetime you and your day just suddenly gets so much better after seeing his smile
  • “i miss you’ just randomly pops up from time to time and sometimes you hear Felix in the background impersonating him LOL
  • By the time both of you are back,  he already has you in a hug and buries your head in his chest
  • You guys have one of those meal delivery services so you open it and cook together
  • Shows you the cutest cat videos which both of you giggle over while you finish your meal at the kitchen table
  • Then crash into bed to talk more in which you tell Seungmin you will be the one breakfast tomorrow morning until sleep arrives


  • Accidentally wakes you by singing trot songs way too loudly in the shower
  • Tells you he will make breakfast since he’s sorry for disturbing you
  • And it’s usually rice with some side dishes and ofc the essential - kimchi
  • Also, both you each drink a glass of milk because jeongin still wants to get taller
  • Goes to the convenience store to get some snacks for the train ride
  • And he’s always bickering with you for always ending up picking the same snacks as him
  • He gets super shy when you rest your head on his shoulder
  • And it takes him all his courage to lean in and kiss your cheeks
  • Which he will quickly run off in a bit, saying he’s late when clearly he’s at least half an hour early
  • Calls you and texts you during work
  • Makes sure you had your lunch like he triple checks and you are like “how about you????”
  • When he says yes, you are like “good dieting isn’t good for you, you are perfect just the way you are”
  • You have your dinner at the grocery store by trying all the samples lmao
  • But still, you and him fixed a quick fried rice because you still need your daily nutrients of veggies
  • And when you are back, he challenges you to some video games once you get changed to comfier clothes
  • By the time you get to bed, he starts a pillow fight since the video game session ends in a draw
  • But when you both are tired, he will hug you and pull you down next to him
  • Making you fall asleep facing him and knocked out

a/n: I’m so sorry that my writing schedule is so messed right now bcs tumblr royally screwed me over so I have to postpone (by rewriting) most of my w1 fics TT

novagalaxy4real  asked:

Prompt: highschool au logince where Roman is the flamboyantly gay popular theatre dude and Logan is the ridiculously hot nerd who no one knows is gay af and crushing on Ro. (Saw that you were taking prompts? I might be wrong? But have this anyway)

Buddy, I am always taking prompts, hope u enjoy. 

“Psssst. Pssst. Logan! Pssst.”

“What, Patton?”

“He’s coming!” Patton replied in an over-dramatic whisper,

“Who’s- oh.”

“Greetings, Ladies, Lords and non-binary Royalty!” A voice boomed out across the quad, a voice that had many people suddenly flocking around the owner of it, Patton included.

“I thought he was ill.” Virgil muttered, looking up,

“Yes.” Logan sighed, watching as Roman flung an arm around Patton and engaged his adoring audience, “So did I.” He wasn’t jealous, just slightly annoyed.

“And then, this guy, the hot one… oh” Roman paused as the bell went, “I suppose I shall have to continue at lunch, goodbye, fair friends!”

The were general murmurings in reply as everyone who had crowded around him began to dissipate away to their next lesson. What did he have? English. Which wasn’t too bad, it did go hand in hand with drama, after all, and the teacher loved him as he was always volunteering to read aloud, and, if he wasn’t good at English, none of the scripts he had ideas for would ever be any good.

Logan slid into his seat in the back corner of the classroom and pulled out a book to read- and to drown out Roman’s voice, because it was loud and obnoxious obviously, not because he just wanted to crowd around and listen with everyone else or because he wanted Roman to speak to him in that voice, soft and deep and loving and, nope! He just found it irritating.

“Alright! Everyone shut up!” Their teacher strode into the classroom, “Good morning class, Roman it’s good to have you back with us, I hope you’re feeling better?”

“Of course, my lady!”

There were a smattering of sniggers and even the teacher cracked a small smile, which made sense- she did have a soft spot for Roman-

“Good. Right, today we are going to be working in pairs-”

She was cut off by loud chatting that suddenly picked up as people began to try and organise who was with who,


The chatting ceased.

“due to the fact that some of you feel that it is alright to work alone when I tell you to get in pairs,”

Logan steadfastly refused to meet her gaze.

“and in those pairs, you will be analysing an extract that I will give to you, and then present that analysis to the class. Remember to make it interesting to listen to!” And, with that she began to read out the pairs, most of which Logan ignored.

“Logan Sanders… and Roman Prince.”




Roman looked around to make eye contact with the nerd who always sat at the back of the room, never spoke, but always got high marks in every subject.


Logan had just been paired with his crush in the only subject Roman was better than him at. And the two of them were still awkwardly staring at each other.

Roman sat down gracefully next to the nerd he’d never noticed before and peered at the extract the teacher had given them,

“So, where shall we start?”

“I would say a good place to start would be reading it.” The nerd snarked,

Oh Fuck. He was totally Roman’s type. And hot. This would not end well.

Idk if I like how this turned out… Might continue this with them actually working together? But, feel free to send any other prompts, they might turn out better. 

Stay safe babies 💚

An Anniversary Present

This is a CEO!Harry one shot though it can still be classified as a non CEO!Harry.

Feedback is always welcome :)

Requested: Yes 

Originally posted by sstyles

“When will you be back home?”

You sent that message to Harry nearly two hours ago and he hasn’t replied.It’s not that he didn’t read it, because he did. He read the message the second you texted him while he was on his lunch break in his office.

He should have been on an actual lunch break but with invoices coming in from businesses he thought stopped benefiting from his own, he wasn’t lucky enough to go out for lunch. And rather than starving, he sent his personal assistant to grab him a sandwich deal (a sandwich, with a packet of crisp and drink of choice) from the closest Tesco. He also asked her to get him a cup of coffee.

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Tell Her You Love Her

Originally posted by wheeelers

Summary: “I love you.” How hard was it to say?

Pairing: Steve Harrington x Reader

Inspiration: Tell Her You Love Her by Echosmith 

A/N: I am gonna be busy starting next week and going online would be something of a struggle so, here’s something to read for a while. I think I overdid myself with this one. This is so long! If you do listen to the song while reading this, you may have noticed I jumbled up the lyrics a bit just so the flow would be on point.

If you want to request, or just talk—I’m all ears. xx 

Ever since Christmas break ended and school had started, Steve had been hanging out with you a lot. He ate lunch with you, walked you to your classes, gave you rides home, treated you to milkshakes one time, he even hung out with you at the library. It was like the olden days when you and him had just started being friends; every day together, goofing around and just everything that best friends did. It was like how it used to be and you were happy.

Although, you did notice something different.

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anonymous asked:

I think Tumblr ate my ask but idk so sorry if your seeing this twice? But any good Sterek with Nerd!derek (like wearing glasses and blushing all the time Nerd)? Thank you! You guys are amazing


Anonymous said:I just finished reading stilinskisparkles’ Losers fic and I thoroughly enjoyed reading it *^* so I was hoping if you could recommend me some popular jock!Stiles and shy, awkward, nerd!Derek? Thank youuuuuuuuu <3


Anonymous said: Hi, can I ask for a Sterek fic recommendation wherein Stiles is the popular kid at school and Derek is the shy/nerd/quite kid at school who has a secret crush on Stiles? We have so many popular/jock Derek and I want to switch it up a bit for a change xD Also, totally a plus if Stiles has a not-so-secret crush on Lydia at the beginning and then develop feelings for Derek,

I do love nerdy!Derek. It’s a nice change. Here’s the tag.  - Anastasia

Originally posted by asapscience

Losers by stilinskisparkles

(1/1 I 34,234 I Explicit)

Where Derek is new to college, eager to spend his time learning, and Stiles is everything he didn’t want in a room mate. He’s loud, he’s into sports, and he keeps trying to make Derek do things.

Or, the one where Derek falls for a jock, Erica will cut you if you disturb her studying, and Jackson is a closeted romantic who pretends to hate everything.


[podfic] you in that dress (my thoughts I confess) by reena_jenkins

(1/1 I General)

Derek Hale is the hot guy in color guard. (He’s the only guy in color guard.) 

A Thing of Chemistry by auroreanrave

(1/1 I 638 I Explicit)

Because nothing says ‘I love you’ like screwing on your chem lab table.

Te Amo, Je T'aime, I Love You, Ich Liebe Dich, Etc by AnonymousActions

(1/1 I 1,084 I General)

Derek is a nerd and likes to tell Stiles he loves him as much as possible in as many languages as possible. Stiles seems oblivious.

True Love by anglophilia

(1/1 I 1,409 I Not Rated)

Stiles is at a party and falls in love with Derek’s butt.

Action and Reaction by orphan_account

(1/1 I 2,299 I General)

“Stiles intrigued Derek, and because Derek thought everything had a formula, that everything was action and reaction, he wanted to know what Stiles was reacting to.

The whole punk thing? It was a social commentary. It was someone standing up for something, and Derek wanted to know why Stiles thought he had the right to stand up for when everyone else was just trying to get through the day.”

Have Yourself A Nerdy Little Christmas by AsagiStilinski

(1/1 I 2,858 I General)

He was on his fourth weird cucumber-cracker… thing…. and generally wishing Lydia would just serve desserts and pizza bites like a normal college student, when he happened to glance up at just the right moment

And all of a sudden, his entire night turned around


The guy in the ugly Pug themed Christmas sweater jumped, turning to Stiles with what could only be described as a look of utter fear in his eyes

Here We Lie, Outstretched by redeyedwrath

(1/1 I 3,455 I Teen)

“I couldn’t sleep,” Stiles says, and he shrugs, twiddling with his thumbs. The moonlight catches in the hollows of his cheekbones.

Derek snorts. “So you thought that if you couldn’t sleep, neither should I?”

Or, in which Derek and Stiles are neighbors and they’re Make Out Buddies

Strut into Your Heart by Brittanica2015

(3/3 I 4,059 I Not Rated)

Derek is a college freshman who’s working as a barista in order to get enough money to satisfy his book addiction. Everything is fine until one day his favorite model, Stiles Stilinski walks in and completely changes his life.

all i want for christmas is you by haleofStilesheart

(1/1 I 4,140 I General)

The annual Christmas office party at Hale and Associates Law Firm was one of Stiles’ favorite times of the year.

flawless by bibliosexual

(1/1 I 4,919 I Teen)

“I know you and I are, like, werewolf-married, but dude, if I ever met Lydia Martin in person … All bets are off, is all I’m saying.“

It’s not like Stiles really means it (does he?), but it still makes Derek’s hands clench into claws on the steering wheel.

“Yeah, if,” he says, and keeps his eyes on the road.

Approximation by inatshej

(1/1 I 6,638 I Explicit)

Derek’s type is a self-confident, blonde girl. Her grin is almost dangerous, her laugh’s loud, and she may seem arrogant – but if anyone has a reason to be arrogant, it’s her.
Stiles’ type is a genius, strawberry blonde girl. She looks perfect no matter the time of a day, her taste’s impeccable, she’s popular as well as respected – but taken.
They turn to each other, struggling with the choices and people around them.

atom to atom by jadore_hale

(2/2 I 8,983 I Teen)

“So, you’re telling me that you hate Derek so much that you wouldn’t leap at the chance to jump his bones?”

“That’s different!” Stiles cried.

“How exactly?”

“Because unfortunately for me, Derek’s hotter than the Earth’s mantle. All we need is one rough hate-fuck— Preferably in the chem lab, role-playing sexy chemist while he bends me over one of the tables—and I’ll get him out of my system. That’s as far as our relationship will ever go.”

Stiles glanced across the cafeteria to where Derek was still fail-eating his lunch and sighed so put out.

“Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have to go make fun of Derek eating organic baby carrots.”

Bid on Me by Stereksale7

(2/2 I 9,471 I Explicit)

“Don’t celebrate yet. I’m only bidding on him if no one else does. Which will never happen because everyone wants him.” Derek said, smirk turning triumphant at Erica’s exasperated expression.

“Oh come on Der-” Erica started to whine, but quickly cut herself off when the auctioneer (Derek was pretty sure he was the frat’s president) called out “And one of our last auctions of the day, Stiles Stilinski!”

Derek’s heart dropped to his stomach in anticipation, waiting for the moment where some hot busty blonde or some Calvin Klein model guy bid on Stiles and won.

Except. It never happened.

“Shit Der, are you magic or something? Does everything you predict turn out to be wrong? Quick, say ‘Erica will not suddenly be handed a million dollars’ out loud for me”. Derek rolled his eyes and waved Erica off, watching as the auctioneer listed off qualities of Stiles, dropping the starting bid from $50 to $30 to $25, all the way down to $5.

Derek was drowning in secondhand embarrassment. And judging by Stiles’s badly concealed hurt expression and pink cheeks, he was suffering from a whole lot of first hand embarrassment.

These Stars Will Guide Us Home by anodyneer

(1/1 I 9,937 I Teen)

Derek fell for Stiles from the first time he saw him in a crowded planetarium, and the feeling was definitely mutual. For as well as they got to know each other over the weeks that followed, Derek still couldn’t help feeling like a piece of the puzzle was missing - namely, the piece involving Stiles’ home life. When Stiles disappears just before Thanksgiving break, Derek learns the truth about his boyfriend - and it’s crazier than anything he could have imagined.

A Love Like Religion by alisvolatpropiis

(1/1 I 10,696 I Explicit)

“Derek, my man, you missed an epic party on Saturday. Seriously, dude, I know morning Mass is like, your thing, but come on. You’re missing on out so much life has to offer, bro.”

Big hands land on shoulders with a thump and a squeeze while Derek stands at his locker, loading his gigantic calculus book into his backpack. He gives his best friend a practiced sidelong glare, which of course just encourages him. “You’ll change your mind when I tell you who sucked me off in Lydia Martin’s bedroom,” Stiles snickers into his ear.

Despite himself, Derek is curious. He tries to hide it by focusing on his books, but he knows the heat in his cheeks betrays him. “Who,” he asks, giving in, knowing he will eventually.

Falling in Love is a Free Action by rainproof

(1/1 I 37,252 I Teen)

Derek had a gaming group. A gaming group! After long months of playing the quiet outlier in BHHS’s nerdiest clique he considered a tabletop game to be a serious step up the social ladder.

So the game wasn’t a system he was familiar with… that was alright. Derek had played Traveler and GURPS, White Wolf and Star Wars with his group back in New York, but never straight-up Dungeons and Dragons. He could make it work. And sure, his character was a little ridiculous – a snarky, badass, leather-wearing werewolf version of himself…but that was okay too.

Because he had a gaming group, and it was being headed up by Stiles Stilinski, undisputed nerd-king of Beacon Hills High School.

If You Wanna Be My Roomie (Lover) by Stereksale7

(23/23 I 65,056 I Explicit)

Realistically, Stiles knew that the local University’s popularity and commonality meant that many members of his graduating high school class would be starting the Fall 2016 semester alongside him, but he never expected his longtime crush to be one of them. Even more so, he never expected said crush to be assigned as his roommate…oh boy.

Put Down in Words by paintedrecs

(31/31 I 203,776 I Mature)

“Oh,” Stiles said, his voice coming out low and breathy, “fuck me.”

“I don’t think that’s on the syllabus, but we can check to see if there’s a spot open in any of his classes,” Scott said, grinning.

“This isn’t an actual professor, though,” Stiles insisted, unable to resist brushing his thumb over the sharp line of the man’s bearded jaw. He was laughing at something off-camera, the shot taken in three-quarters view, his coat collar casually rumpled and opened to reveal a sliver of a simple grey t-shirt. The whole thing was deliberately calculated to lend him a more accessible feel, and god help him, Stiles was falling for it.


When Stiles signed up for Dr. Hale’s intro to history class, he had two goals: knock out the credits his advisor was bugging him to complete before he graduated, and spend a few hours a week daydreaming about his sexy professor’s salt and pepper beard.

Derek, a few months away from turning forty and not sure when his life had started feeling so damn lonely, had never encountered someone like Stiles before. Bright-eyed, sharp-tongued, determined to throw Derek’s carefully cultivated world into disarray…and absolutely the last person Derek should be falling in love with.

To Own A Hybrid P.7

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

Genre: Angst, Fluff (eventual smut) Hybrid!AU Cat!AU

Summary: The hybrid world was one y/n never really involved herself in; however, after certain events, she is tossed into a world of uncertainty in the company of a particularly rude hybrid.

Word Count: 2.6K +

A/N: Sorry this chapter is so short but its kinda just an introduction to the next chapter coming up and the shit that’s about to unfold, I mean what who said that…:)

WARNING: Mentions of abuse, emotional torment, and prostitution

Originally posted by bangts

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“do you need to pee?”

You stopped your wriggling as Jungkook’s raspy voice blessed your ears.

Your eyes were still stinging from the sudden light, but you were determined to start the day early.

“no, but we’ve got stuff to do and people to see” you answered as you continued your wriggling.

Jungkook hissed before rolling over and pulling you on top of him.

“just stay here for a minute” he mumbled as he wrapped his other arm around you and parted his legs so yours could fit in-between them.

You let out an estranged noise before resting your head on his chest enjoying the comfortable silence; Jungkook’s extra warmth quickly spread through your body as Jungkook slowly ran his hand up and down your back.

You took in the feeling of his firm body underneath yours before closing your eyes and letting the sound of his heart beat relax you. the gentle touch of his hand running up and down your back sent shivers down you-

*ring ring*

your eyes shot open before both you and Jungkook groaned in frustration.

The phone was gripped so tightly in your hand as you pressed the accept button, the urge to just let it ring and ignore it was so strong.

“Namjoon?” you asked grungily, your body half of a needy Jungkook.

As you detached yourself and sat up in order to talk to him properly Jungkook whimpered and tried in vain to grab at you again.

“hey! sorry but did you have plans today?” Namjoon asked nervously.

“just a few…but why?” you asked curiously.

“I was wondering if you and Jungkook would like to come around- ya know for the hybrids, like for them too bond and…all that stuff” Namjoon stated in a rush.

It took you a minute to process before you understood what he was saying.

Ignoring Jungkook’s shouts of protest you agreed to Namjoons’ proposal before ending the call.

Slowly, you turned to your now angered hybrid before shooting him an apologetic grin.

“I’m not going” he stated coldly before grabbing the sheets and chucking it over his head.

You groaned before throwing your body over his too start the pleading and begging.

“kookie! I can’t say no to Namjoon! And taehyung and Yoongi are sweet, you’ll like them eventually! Come on, please! Try? For me?” you pleaded as you managed to pull the covers off him enough to see his face.

He stared at you for a second as you pouted you lips and continued silently pleading.

“an hour. Max” he grunted before rolling his eyes and pulling the covers back over his head.

You squealed in joy before having a brief fight for the blanket to be removed again so you could plant a kiss on his forehead.

“you made it!” Namjoon rejoiced as he opened the door.

“we weren’t sure if we were supposed to bring anything” you stated as the two of you made your way through the familiar space.

“that’s okay! I just figured it would be good for Jungkook to be around other hybrids, ya know, keep him…hybrid..ee” Namjoon stumbled trying to find the right words.

You and Jungkook looked at each in confusion before projecting the feeling onto Namjoon. Almost on cue, your body was attacked with warmth and love.

You let out a shout of surprise before returning the hug to the overjoyed hybrid.

“y/n! I missed you so much! Come see my collection of butterflies!” he chirped excitedly causing you to laugh at his incredible energy.

Jungkook’s obvious objection to this whole visit was weighing on your shoulders as you tried to enjoy the company of your friend and his hybrids; You gave him a small nudge with you elbow as taehyung pleaded him to follow.

“y/n, I’d actually like to talk to you about something” Namjoon whispered before tilting his head in the direction of his hybrid haters fighting room…or his office, that would be a better name for it.

“what’s up?” you whispered as followed him inside.

“it’s about the S.T.M we think we’ve found the home base. We just need Mr. So’s laptop” he stated strongly as you both sat down. Startled by the attack of information you quickly tried to process what he was saying.

You panicked for a moment before remembering that you still had Mr. So’s laptop…and jimin’s information and evidence of him helping Mr.So is most probably still on said Laptop.

“did I not give it to you?” you asked slowly as your eyes narrowed.

Namjoons mouth gaped in confusion as his eyes narrowed back at you.

“I don’t think you did?” he questioned. You nodded your head before clearing your throat awkwardly “well I’ll just check when I get home” you answered.

“anyway, so you think you’ve found the Homebase?” you asked curiously as you started swaying in your chair.

“not just the Homebase, the leader as well” Namjoon said seriously as he typed away on his computer.

“what the fuck” you blurted out as a picture of a beautiful woman popped up on your screen. She was thick and have curves to slay the gods, her hair was as dark as night and her cheek bones were strong and carved.

“yep. That’s her…we don’t know her name though, just have a face” he sighed sadly.

“do you know others? Like who else is she working with?” you asked as he flicked through computer files.

“we have put together a list of suspects from big companies such as apple and Samsung who we think might be in on it…but there are so many of them..it’s hard to tell. We managed to get pieces of information from Mr. So. Shes apparently competitive, is an only child so she isn’t fond of sharing and is thirsty for money…so…not much information” Namjoon stated.

“but…I don’t get it. What do they get out of this?” you asked softly as you stared at all the cases involving hybrid harm.

“the hybrid industry is straight cash. It’s disgusting but it sells” he explained as he turned towards you.

“Namjoon…how the hell did you even get into this?” you asked curiously.

His eyes bored into yours sending you a signal that it’s a very long story, one you probably don’t want to get into.

He shrugged nonchalantly before turning his head back to his computer “you really don’t want to know” he whispered before printing off a picture of the ring leader and handing it to you.

“Namjoon…come on please?” you pleaded gently trying not to force him into telling you his story but asking enough so he knows you’re interested in it.

“er..okay, but promise you won’t tell anyone what I’m about to tell you. not even my hybrids know this” he whispered as he pulled his chair closer to yours.

Your eyes peaked with interest as he took several deep breaths.

“my…mother was half hybrid” he stated.

You almost screamed a ‘no fucking way’ in his face as the words he had stated were something no human would usually hear.

Half hybrids were not common. Not common at all. The genetics of a human mixed in with a hybrid wouldn’t work as a hybrid is already half human, therefore the human side would almost always. It’s said ‘almost always’ because there are rare cases of hybrids being born from a human and a hybrid; but the child would either be fully hybrid of fully human. Never half hybrid.

“I watched her battle for hybrid rights for years. She became a symbol of hope for those who had none…and she became a target for those who revelled in hatred and death” he explained calmly.

“now she’s gone…and it’s my turn” he continued a fire of determination burning in his eyes.

“ya know, when you sat at the back of the library even after you had graduated I never thought this was what your future would be like” you admitted with a small smile on your face.

Namjoon laughed whole-heartedly before placing his hand on your head.

“and when you stumbled into our office with a box full of stickers I didn’t expect this to be your future either” he retorted making you smile widely.

“hey, those stickers were useful okay!” you defended as he removed his hand from your head.

“I’m proud of you, Jungkook seems to have opened up to you rather quickly” he stated as his dimple revealed itself.

“I think were a lot a like me and him. Obviously very different. But still alike” you shrugged.

“I guess people are just more likely to open up to people who remind them of themselves” Namjoon said thoughtlessly.

You nodded along in agreement as your train of thoughts wondered elsewhere…

People are more likely to open up to people who remind them of themselves

“should we go check on the hybrids?”

“mmm probably”


Jungkook wanted to die. He just didn’t want to be alive anymore.

Taehyung had Jungkook sitting right against the arm of a couch as he showed him all sorts of butterflies in jars.

Yoongi watched in joy as jungkook’s face twitched with annoyance.

“I call this one smoochi- Y/n!” taehyung called as you and Namjoon entered the frame.

Jungkook jumped up with the speed of a god at the sound of you name leaving taehyung lips.

A look a relief and anger crossed his face as he started walking towards you.

“oh, wait you cant leave just yet! I made lunch!” Namjoon chirped excitedly.

you, made lunch?” you asked in utter shock, ignoring jungkook’s tugging at your shirt.

“what is that supposed to mean?” He asked offended as jungkook’s tugging got more aggressive.

“it sounds great…but we really have to go” you said apologetically.

A sound of relief released from Jungkook before he started dragging you to the door with no hesitation.

“wait! Please don’t go just yet!” Namjoon pleaded as taehyung passed him the tray of lasagne he had just made.

“look!” he said proudly as he showcased the beautifully cooked lasagne.

You let out a whine before gathering all the pleading you could into a single look towards Jungkook.

His eyes were cold and even though the smell of the lasagne was clearly getting to him.

“I can’t believe we stayed for lasagne”

You sighed in pure happiness as the taste of homemade food floated around your mouth.

“so, you and Namjoon found the leader of S.T.M?” Jungkook asked as you decided to take a short cut under the bridge instead of through the highway.

“yer! Hang on I have a picture of her somewhere” you said as your hand slipped into your pocket and you silently thanked god that no one ever takes this route.

As the car exited the bridge and back into sunlight a sudden shout from Jungkook caused you to stop it abruptly.

“what the fuck!” you shouted as Jungkook exited the car angrily.

“Jungkook!” you called as you joined him outside.

“That’s her! Kim soojung! That’s the bitch I was telling you about!” Jungkook yelled. Worry and panic swirling in his eyes.

Your eyes widened with shock before your body was filled with more fuel to bring the bitch down.

“Jungkook! This means you can get justice! It’s like killing to birds with one stone!” you chirped

“no! Y/n you don’t understand! She’s a phycho bitch!” he yelled frustratingly as the wind picked up with his temper.

“That’s why we need to bring her down Jungkook, if she’s doing what she did too you-“you started but he cut in, not letting you finish your sentence.

“don’t start with that bullshit! You suddenly start hanging out with that cocky shit and suddenly your Orpah!” he yelled angrily.

“Don’t talk about Namjoon like that! And no! I don’t think I’m Orpah I just think that if I can help I should! What’s wrong with that!” you yelled back, starting to get angry too.

“JUST SHUT UP AND LISTEN FOR ONCE! YOU. WILL. DIE! SHES NOT AFRAID OF ANYTHING OR ANYONE! GOD! CAN’T YOU GET THROUGH YOUR THICK HEAD!” he shouted before ripping up the picture and taking off quickly through the weeds towards the pathway along the lake.

“jung-ugh!” you shouted before taking off running after him.

“YOU CAN RUN BUT ILL JUST KEEP RUNNING AFTER YOU!” you shouted as the distance between the two of you grew. Jungkook turned around in shock as he watched you catch up to him.

The calmness of the lake and warm gleam of the sun was a perfect contrast to the current situation you were in.

“what are you doing?” he asked, his breathing fine as if he didn’t just sprint kilometres.

“what the fuck…does it look…like, Jesus, that was a lot” you huffed as you tried to calm your racing heart and ragged breathing.

“you…chased me?” he asked is surprise as he watched you carefully a hint of worry that you might drop dead.

“what did you expect me to do?! Watch you run off into the distance dramatically and wait for you to come home by yourself because you need time? Bullshit. This isn’t a movie” you explained harshly.

“well, what the fuck do you want me to say?!” he blurted in frustration.

“talk to me! What’s the problem?!” you asked, annoyance and tiredness dripping from your voice.

“I just…I finally have someone. You’re annoying and you’re loud and you think your funny but you’re actually just not-“ He started.

“wow thanks”

“but…I don’t know, your mine. I don’t know how to explain it but its just nice. I like waiting for you to come home, I like it when we just watch movies or when you wake me up because you need to fucking pee. Don’t ruin this for me y/n! I have someone who actually cares about me…and if you’re not here, then there’s no one! I have no one without you!” he exclaimed.

Standing opposite him you watched as tears rushed down his face, the light from the sun making them sparkle with life and emotion. His eyes were filled with so many unsaid words and such vulnerability that your knees shook at the mere sight.  

“jungkook..” you whispered as you approached him slowly.

As you got closer jungkooks arms hesitantly reached out to grab you, his bottom lip quivering from the need of contact.

“Im not going anywhere” you whispered gently as you wrapped your arms around his torso and laid your head against his chest.

Almost instantly Jungkook wrapped his arms around you, bringing you closer to his body “y/n, she’s pure evil…please, promise me you won’t go near her” he pleaded as he buried his head into your neck.

You whined as you nuzzled your head into his shoulder.


“fine…I won’t” you sighed.

Jungkook hummed in content as he held you even tighter.

“aww you’re such a softie” you teased as you brought you hand towards his ears, giving them a good scratch.

“shut u-uhhh- shut up” he struggled as he purred in delight.

“ I guess we really are kinda sort not really alike” you chuckled as you pulled away from him.

You gasped before playfully slapping jungkook’s arm “OH MY GOD!” you shouted as your mind was processing its current mind blow.

“people open up to people who are like themselves, people trust people who are like themselves, people work with people who remind them of.them.selves” you stated excitedly.

“that’s it! That’s how Namjoon has to narrow down his list! Jungkook! We can help and still be not involved but really involved at the same time!” you chirped excitedly.

Jungkook looked at you with complete confusion.

“Namjoon said he was only able to get information about what she’s kinda like and…with you, he could get even more information. Then he just has to compare each personality of those he suspects and boom! There’s his main suspects” you explained excitedly.

“okay…okay that one we can do…but we’ll be very far from the actual thing when it goes down. Very very very very far! Okay?” Jungkook stated.

“yes, very far, now come on! We got shit to do and thoughts to spill!” you exclaimed grabbing his hand and skipping your way back to the car.

ANOTHER A/N: I just want to thank everyone for all the sweet messages and comments on these chapters!!! it makes me feel so loved and it makes me so happy that you guys are enjoying this as much as i enjoy writing it. sometimes it gets hard to continue writing cause im a self counsious betch and thinks no one will read my mess that i call a fanfiction so honestly, thank you xx 


Rachael here, coming at you with PART THREE of 4HM collab!

My writing playlist

Originally posted by ragnarlodbroked

Welcome to the Four Horsemen collab fic! Each of us will be writing and posting parts of this story, but you never know who is going to post the next part, so keep your eyes peeled on all of our blogs!

Dot: @stevesdacre

Emma: @hairringtonsteve

Lidi: @letmeletmetrashyourlove

Rachael: @dacrethehalls

PART ONE (Biology Notes)

PART TWO (Careful)

PART THREE (This one!)


Summary: The reader’s home life has gotten worse, but that won’t stop Billy from cheering Matty and her up.

Tag List:

@fxntxsticfox @kaliforniacoastalteens  @neonshock @stranger-it2004 @stevesbabysittersclub @siriusaccio @fayefayefn @dokyumkyum  @lomlbarnes   @veryweirdintrovert  @gaiasambuci @wreak–havok  @vanitysfairr   @princessnancy @stopitmike​  @imagine-lilith  @stuoiesimba  @ambeazyyy @steveharrigntons​ @hazeofeleven @bananer62 @hahaharrington @kaitlinlexiepxrrini​ @flieformybrain   @mileyyoureapunkrockqueen-blog @morgandakotaq  @gaiasambuci  @euphoric-mistakes  @imaginethis-st   @ladyrenegade @dye-me-silly @stormecloudyy @alwaysmebeforeyou

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Art Therapy

Word Count: 8030 (I know.) 

Pairing: Art Teacher!Dean x Reader

Rating: T

Warnings: Extremely minor character death, elective mutism of a child, flangst 

A/N: Written for @spnaubingo

Square Filled: Art Teacher!Dean 

Feedback and Constructive Criticism Always Appreciated

The sounds of your five year old screaming drew you from your own fitful sleep yet again and you threw the covers off, racing toward Liam’s room. This wasn’t an uncommon occurrence in the last 5 months, in fact, you’d be shocked if it didn’t happen, but it still shattered your heart every time.

“Shh, baby. Shh.” You crawled into Liam’s bed, rubbing his back as he cried and buried his face into your neck. “Did you have another nightmare?” He nodded yes and you quickly pressed a kiss to the top of his head, rocking back and forth just slightly. “Wanna talk about it?” You knew the answer to that question, but you figured maybe you’d get a miracle. He quickly shook his head no and you sighed in defeat, cuddling Liam close. He hadn’t spoken to you in 5 months and you hoped that maybe you’d get lucky. No such luck tonight.

“So, you’re starting your new school tomorrow. Are you excited?” Another head shake. “No?” You asked. “Scared?” He nodded and attached himself even closer to you, clinging tightly to your shirt. “It’s OK to be scared. It’s all new kids in an all new town. I get it. But you’ll do great.” You reassured him, rubbing his back until his breathing evened out against your neck. The truth was, you were worried for him. He didn’t speak at all since the night his father died, not that you could blame him.

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Like You || Peter Parker

Warnings: None

Summary: The first time Peter and [Y/N] say I love you.

Word Count: 603

A/N: Wow I actually posted something. This is written weirdly, sorry. In my head it made more sense. 

Originally posted by tom-cinnamonroll-holland

There was one thing you always found weird about relationships. Couples say love you, as a way to say goodbye, but before that, they just say bye. No, “bye babe, love you.” Just “bye babe.”

“Why don’t they just say like you?” You asked your boyfriend Peter one night. The two of you were sprawled across his bed, legs tangled, and covered with pages of homework. He looked up from the paper he was working on and flashed you a smile.

“Because that’s weird,” he said, chuckling. You rolled your eyes jokingly.

“Well, we’re weird. We should do that!” You suggested. You saw him pause, contemplating whether or not to agree.

“Alright,” he said, making direct eye contact with you. You smiled at him, reaching over and cupping his face. Your thumb ran soothingly up and down his soft cheek.

The pleasant silence was interrupted when your phone rang. It lit up with the word Mom on it, and you scrambled to pick it up.

“Hey, mom,” you answered.

“Hey honey, it’s late, you should start heading home now,” your mom said on the other line.

“Yeah, I’ll be there soon,” you said, starting to gather your things.

“Ok. Bye honey.”


You hung up the phone and dropped it on the pillow next to you.

“I gotta go,” you told Peter. He leaned over the bed and pecked your lips lovingly.

“Bye, like you,” Peter said, smiling.

“Like you too, loser,” you said, kissing him one more time. Peter helped you clean up, then walked you outside. He watched your figure fade into the darkness of the night as you walked away, but his smile never once faltered.


The bell rang throughout the halls of Midtown, startling your half-asleep state. You yawned and carelessly stuffed your textbooks in your backpack, throwing it over your shoulder and walking out of the classroom. You yelped when you felt two arms wrap around you and pick you up.

“Peter!” You squealed, giggling. Once you were on the ground again, you turned around and smacked his chest playfully.

“Hi, darling,” he greeted, placing a kiss on your cheek, and slipping his arms around your waist.  

“Hey,” you responded, wrapping your arms around his neck.

“We still on for today?”

“Of course.”

“Awesome. Listen class is about to start so I gotta go, but I’ll see you at lunch,” he said.

“Ok, love you,” you said, unwrapping your arms from his neck. You started to walk away when you froze. Love you. You didn’t mean to, it had just slipped out. You were so tired that the words just flew out of your mouth without thinking. These words may have been unintentional, but were they meaningless? No, absolutely not. Closing your eyes, you hesitantly turned around, waiting for him to say something.

“I know you don’t love me, s-so just say it, it’s okay-”

“I love you.”

Your eyes snapped open to see a beaming Peter Parker. He rushed over to you and gathered you in his arms, spinning you around. He put you down and start smothering your whole face in kisses. There wasn’t an inch of skin he missed.

“I love you,” he said in between kisses. You couldn’t contain your laughter.

“Alright, lover boy,” you chuckled and lightly pushed him away. The bell rang, signaling that class was about to start, and you kissed him deeply.

“Love you,” you said, smiling.

“Love you, too,” he said back.

As you walked to your next class, you looked over your shoulder to see Peter jumping up and down and pumping his fist in the air.