but the part where he said

I always love Roman’s responses in interviews. They’re just honest and real and he really don’t give a fuck.

  • Like the part where he says that him and Cena are NOT friends and though they have respect for each other, business wise, they really are competing against each other. 
  • Or the part where he said he really doesn’t care what Cena thinks about him, personally or in the ring. That’s why Cena’s jabs at him in ring have no effect on him whatsoever. 
  • Or the part where, in developmental, he wanted to be the best at this. He wanted to do this. He had to do this. That he was frustrated thinking he wasn’t going to be what his family needed him to be and not be good enough to do this. 
  • Or the part where he talks about being with his babies and all he wants is to be a good father and husband and provide for his family.
  • Or the part where chants like “You Can’t Wrestle” or shit of that nature don’t phase him at all because as the interviewer said, “you’re one of the best in ring performers, not only in WWE, but in the world and you have to know how good you actually are in that ring”. Roman has confidence in himself and knows what he can do in that ring, but says he’s learning and progressing every day. 
  • Or the part where he talks about “main event energy”. And he talks about how he prays before he goes through the curtain and asks to get that experience of full blown big fight energy.
  • Calls himself and the other bigger dudes in that Summerslam main event: “set of meatballs” (put that on my tombstone)
  • Or the part where he’s told that AJ Styles said that the minute he locked up with Roman, he knew it was gonna be special and his response is that he has deep respect for everyone he wrestles and that both he and AJ know that their program was special. 
  • Or the part where he jokes about how he’s gonna use a HEAVY DUTY ZIPPER for No Mercy. “Only one Big Dog is coming out that night.” 
    (side note: he said that it really was broken that Monday on RAW. That he was doing a self-check two minutes before he had to go out and broke the zipper handle. He couldn’t do anything about it because he would have to take off everything to put on a new pair of pants. And that he was actually surprised Cena picked up on it, but was glad his “Big Dog” line worked and is now famous.)

More interviews please.
Listen to this one here.

anonymous asked:

Re Ryan's insta: its theory 3 he made a deal w a demon and the demon was Shane (let's b real there's no way he's make a deal w any other demon. Also side note do u think Shane's feelings were hurt when Ryan said he hated demons)


omg Ryan wanting nothing more than his own show where he gets to have fun doing whatever he wants, so he summons a crossroads demon to make a deal and that’s how he meets Shane

Shane agrees to it (”you want fame, how original”) as long as he gets to be part of the action

but then the question is when the deal’s up, what happens? what did Ryan agree to give as payment? does Shane take it? does Shane refuse and then gets in trouble with the higher-ups?

anonymous asked:

Which couple would be the ones to fuck on the bus?

To fuck on the bus,,,,,,,

I want to say the boyfs. Holy hell is Jeremy’s sex drive high and holy hell is Michael willing to give him what he wants when he wants it. I already see them with such a strong sex life and part of said sex life is sex in places where sex should not typically occur, ya feel?

In Need Of A Man

Originally posted by 4cyphers

» You think you need a man but Taehyung wants to prove you that he’s all you need.
» Taehyung x OC 
» 9.5k words
» Warning: Smut.

With her mouth hanging open, Jaehee couldn’t believe what was happening. The air was coldly brushing against her cheeks where her phone wasn’t.  “What have you said? “ She repeated, almost yelling. Her sudden change of tone attracted the gaze of many other people in the skatepark. Most of them being her group of friends.

She was sitting on the bench facing the skate ramps where the boys were enjoying their evening but suddenly raised, which made Jungkook wake up in shock as he was sleeping on her laps before she raised. “ W-What ? I didn’t do it.” The young boy said out of the blue but Jaehee was long gone as she walked to the fences surrounding the park. She grabbed a part of it to play with her fingers.

“ I heard right, dummy, I mean why? “ Jaehee repeated once again.  “You promised me, girl. “ She said pissed off. She sighed and nodded. “ I know, I know. “ She clarified as the other person on the line seemed to have replied to her already. “ Well, I’ll see what I can do, but I don’t come, it will be your fault.  “ She said fakely angry. She ended up giggling at the last reply of the person before closing her phone. One of the boys stopped skating and walked closer.

The man took support on his skateboard. “ What’s wrong JaeJae? “ He asked and the girl turned around to look at the man. She sighed and put the phone back in her pocket.

“ Nothing. It’s just Hani. She choked for the homecoming ball.” She said crossing her arms over her chest. The boy smirked and pulled her closer by putting an arm around her shoulder. He dragged her closer to the rest of the group who, simultaneously to her call, had stopped and gathered all together to see what was happening.

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Letters To Theo (Epistolary Series)



Dear Theo,

I don’t know where to start. Liam always warned me you were trouble. Always told me to be careful when I’m around you. I said okay to every warning he gave but fell for you anyway. You made me feel special, you had your ways. Suddenly, you go around killing my friends. It was heart breaking to know you’d do something like that.  

I still remember the times when we hung out by the lacrosse field. I don’t know what it meant to you, but to me it was the most important part of the day. You made me feel like me and not someone who was trying to fit in at a high school. I could go on and on about every odd thought and you’d listen. No one saw that side of you. Everyone saw you as a heartless power-hungry man, but you were so much more. I just wish you would have shown them that side of you.

You told me once “Don’t fall for someone who isn’t there to catch you” I laughed it off at the time thinking in my head that I already did. I knew loving you would be a recipe for heartbreak and pain, I couldn’t care less. I never told you that I did. I never could. Before I gathered courage, you were gone. All the cheesy pick-up lines, empty promises became my pathway to fall into a pit of nothingness and I still let myself believe that it was okay.

That night when you came knocking on my door in the middle of the night just because you couldn’t sleep, I was such a fool. You told me about your past, what made you who you are, all the guilt that was eating you alive. You told me about your sister while tears pour out of your perfect eyes. You put up a strong front, inside, you were a softy. You came to me seeking comfort and I provided you with it. Every touch that broke me was fixing you, I was hopelessly in love with you.

That night, you did something unexpected, you kissed me. My world turned upside down. Then you said ‘sorry’ like it was a mistake and you really didn’t want to do it. I was biting down on my lip so hard. I broke down when you left. This was torture. You didn’t know how much control your smile had over me. You had no idea what you did to me.


The day I found out you were gone, I wasn’t sure what to do, do I consider you dead? Will I ever get to see your face again? I hope I do.

Yours truly,


The Arkansas Sleep Experiments

by reddit user nazisharks

To Those Who Sleep

This happened a few years ago. You may have heard rumors if you’re on campus. Some even circulated online. Nobody knew what really happened. Because I’m the only one who knows and I kept quiet. For a multitude of reasons. None of them matter now. Here’s what really happened.

The four of us were handpicked for this experiment by Prof. Richardson because we’d all studied under him, worked under him, and, as much as anyone can, earned his confidence.

He said this one was different. We had to keep it quiet. He wanted to keep details to a minimum. All he would tell us before going in was that he required a month of our lives and that if he succeeded sleep would never again be a necessity.

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Industrial farming is driving the sixth mass extinction of life on Earth, says leading academic
Industrial agriculture is bringing about the mass extinction of life on Earth, according to a leading academic. Professor Raj Patel said mass deforestation to clear the ground for single crops like palm oil and soy, the creation of vast dead zones in the sea by fertiliser and other chemicals, and the pillaging of fishing grounds to make feed for livestock show giant corporations can not be trusted to produce food for the world.

Asked what people could do “as a consumer” to try to avoid contributing to such problems, Prof Patel said people needed to think on a bigger scale.

“‘As a consumer’ you are only allowing yourself a range of action. ‘As a consumer’ you can buy something that’s local and sustainable, that’s labelled as organic or fair trade,” he said.

“But ‘as a consumer’, you don’t get to do a whole lot of good. As a citizen, as a decent person, you can demand more from your government, from one’s employer, from yourself.

“Be more aware of your power as part of a society where we can change things. We have this power to change things in the future. What we have to do is make that change.”

He said some people thought being a vegetarian avoided contributing to the extinction crisis.

“I’m vegetarian but it’s not enough. If you are vegetarian and you walk around with your halo of virtue but you are eating tofu that comes from Brazilian soy, then you’re just as complicit in all of this as if you are eating the beef fed on Brazilian soy,” Prof Patel said.

Vegetarianism did not provide a “pure and simple” route out of the problem.

“Capitalism is involved. The capitalist will take your vegetarianism and make money from it with the same kind of techniques they’ve honed in meat manufacture,” he said.

Instead, Prof Patel argued it was time to switch to a world in which resources were shared and looked after, harking back to the days when people had access to common land.


I love you.

Originally posted by harrysimpact


All wrong.

This is the third and final part to my soulmate story. The other parts can be found above. Let me know what you think.xxx

“No!” her scream echoed around Harry’s apartment, the pain in her voice cutting through him and making his heart clench.
“Harry, no.” it was a whimper now and Harry pressed his eyes shut, hoping that when he opened them again everything would be okay.
But that didn’t happen. Y/N fell to her knees, the loud thump making Harry turn around and stare at her in shock. The sight in front of him reminded him of last night, when he was the one to drop down on his knees and sob until his lungs were begging him to stop.
Y/N curled in on herself, making herself as small as possible. Her loud cries were heartbreaking and Harry wasn’t sure if she was able to breath anymore because her loud gasps didn’t sound like she was able to take in any air.
He kneeled down in front of her, one hand on her knee, his thumb stroking over the fabric of her skinny jeans.
“You have to calm down or you’ll make yourself sick.” he told her.
But her sobs didn’t die down, if anything they only got worse.
“Alright.” he sighed and lifted her up with one hand underneath her knees and one underneath her arms.
She wrapped her arms around his neck then, crying into his shoulder. Harry walked her to his living room, sitting down with her on his lap. He slung a blanket over her body because he knew that always comforted her.
He stroked her head, his fingers playing with her hair. It took time but after a while she stopped sobbing and gasping for air, her breathing still ragged but almost normal.
“I m-made a mistake.” she said after a while.
Harry didn’t say anything, he decided to let her talk and not interrupt her.
“I know I should have told him. But I was so goddamn nervous. I’ve been with him for two years now, it just seems unfair to me to break up with him so sudden. He stood in front of me yesterday and he was so happy to see me and… I just couldn’t do it.”
Harry thought for a moment. Of course he knew it wouldn’t be easy for her but didn’t she know that it wasn’t easy for him either?

“You didn’t have to have sex with him.”
“I know. I know I shouldn’t have done it but… I needed comfort. I felt like no matter what I do, it’s wrong. I just needed to forget everything for a bit.”
“But you knew that I would feel it. I told you.” Harry scoffed.
“I-I hoped you wouldn’t.”
Harry shook his head and let her glide from his lap, bending forward to rest his elbows on his knees, his head in his hands.
“Do you even know what that did to me? You ripped my fucking heart out. I spent forever in the shower to somehow get rid of that feeling of you with another man but it didn’t help. I’ve never cried so hard. I felt you having sex with him before but now that I met you, now that I kissed you… You cheated on me. You did the one thing you never were supposed to do.”
Y/N eyes were cast down to the floor, starring at god knows what.
“I…” Harry stopped, he didn’t know if he wanted to tell her.
But he had to.
“I don’t feel you anymore.”
Y/N screwed her eyes shut, her head shaking from side to side.
“I… don’t have that feeling in my chest anymore.”
Y/N got up from the couch and stood in front of the big window, starring outside.
Harry cleared his throat and got up as well.
“Maybe it’d be be best you’d lea-”
“What do I have to do to make this right?” she whirled around.
“I don’t know.” Harry sighed.
“There has to be something, Harry.”
“You destroyed us.” he smiled sadly.
“I don’t think you can do anything.”
“You can’t stop loving your soulmate, that’s not possible.” she shook her head.
Harry stared at her. She started to walk over to him, cupping his face in her hands.
“I still feel you. I still have that feeling in my chest.”
Harry had to admit that her touch did something to him.
“Just tell me what to do.” she begged.
He hesitated for a moment. The thoughts in his mind swirling around.
“We’ll go to your place. And I’ll wait with you until he comes home. You tell him.”
She nodded her head furiously.
“But I can’t promise you that that’ll make everything okay again.”
She smiled sadly but nodded.
She gazed into his eyes for a few more moments, before she leaned in to kiss him. But Harry whipped his head to the side so she could only reach his cheek. She closed her eyes with frustration, but pressed her lips against his skin harder.
“I brought breakfast. Maybe we could eat that before we go?” she asked him, somewhat nervous because she was sure that she couldn’t take another rejection.
“‘Course.” he agreed.

To say that breakfast was awkward would be an understatement. It was literally horrible. They sat across from each other, none of them knowing what to say or what to do.
When her phone dinged with a message she felt Harry tense up. Of course he knew who it was from.
“What does he say?” he asked with fake nonchalance, it may sound cruel but Y/N was glad that he reacted like that.
“He’s leaving work early. He’s home in an hour.” she told him, leaving out the 'I love you.’ he ended the message with.
“Then we’ll have to go.” Harry said and got up from his seat.

Once they arrived Y/N was shaking with nerves. Nothing was safe now. What would Matthew do when she told him? Hit Harry? Yell at her? Insult her?
And what would Harry do afterwards? Leave and never come back? Realize that he still didn’t feel anything?
She was scared. So incredibly scared.
When Matthew arrived it was like time stood still. He closed the door behind him and stared at Harry and Y/N, how he sat at the kitchen table with a frown and how she whirled around from where she was leaning against the kitchen counter.
“Um… hi?” Matthew said, confusion clear in his voice.
“Hi.” Y/N breathed.
“Who’s that?” he asked, referring to Harry.
“That’s Harry.”
They nodded at each other briefly as a way of greeting.
“My soulmate.”
Matthews eyes snapped to Y/N’s and lips parted with shock.
“Yeah.” she nodded.
“Well… it was about time, eh?” Matthew started to smile, a genuine one.
Y/N stared at him dumbfounded, like she couldn’t believe her ears.
“It’s nice to meet you.” Matthew said and walked over to Harry, outstretching his hand for him to shake.
“Nice to meet you too, mate.” Harry grinned softly and grabbed his hand.
“Probably not that nice, hm?” Matthew looked at him sympathetically.
“What do you mean?” Harry asked.
“I mean… My significant other has a boyfriend too and it rips my heart out. Probably the same for you.”
Harry nodded softly, his eyes catching Y/N’s who looked at both of them with wonder.
“So you two met today?”
“Um, no.” Harry replied.
“No?” Matthew asked and looked to Y/N.
“We… we met yesterday.” she answered.
It was quiet for a moment, everyone seemingly lost in their own thoughts until Matthew realized that if they met yesterday…
“Wait. Yesterday?”
Y/N and Harry both nodded.
“But… but we had…”
“Yep.” Harry nodded, popping the 'p’.
“Oh goodness.” Matthews’s eyes widened.
“I’m so sorry, mate. I didn’t know.”
“It’s not your fault.” Harry stared directly at Y/N.
She closed her eyes and looked away.
“Um… I guess I’ll better leave now, yeah? I think you two have a lot to talk about. I’m going to get my stuff the next few days.”
“Okay.” Y/N whispered.
“I really am sorry, mate.” Matthew told Harry, patting his shoulder once.
“Take care of her, yeah?”
Harry nodded with a tight lipped smile.
And seconds later the door closed behind Matthew.
Harry got up from his seat, the chair creating an uncomfortable sound against the floor.
He stood in front of Y/N with his arms crossed, starring her down.
“I-I didn’t know he would react like that.” she stuttered.
“What did you think would happen, hm? That he would yell at you? For meeting your soulmate?”
Y/N stayed silent because she knew whatever she would say it wouldn’t help her.
“You’re really not making this easy on me, you know? I don’t know what I’m supposed to so with all this.” he spoke, his voice gentle now.

He sighed when he saw her starring at the ground, her bottom lip wobbling. He took a step forward, his hands touching her upper arm softly.
“I want to love you. I want to love you with every fiber of my being and start a happy life with you. But I don’t know if I can do that.”
“Can we at least try?” she whimpered.
“Please. We can take it slow, as slow as you want. I’d do everything to make you forgive me. Please.” she begged.
“I need time, okay? Time to think.”
She closed her eyes briefly, the thought of not seeing him for some time too much.
“Anything you want.” she agreed nonetheless.
Harry nodded and smiled softly at her before he leaned down. Y/N gasped, thinking he’d kiss her but his kiss only landed on her cheek.
And seconds later her front door fell shut.

The first day she didn’t see him wasn’t easy for her but she handled it.
It wasn’t any easier for him either but he pushed through it.
The second day was much worse, her chest felt like it was tightening in on her and her body was shaking the whole day.
Harry felt like he couldn’t breath, his lungs struggling and his headache getting worse with every minute.
The third day was the worst, Y/N was feeling dizzy and weak. Her body not being able to move a lot before her limps gave out.
Harry felt hot all over but cold at the same time. He wasn’t able to eat or do anything really because he was sure he would faint.
But he had to do something.
One thing.
He drove over to her place even though he was shaking so much he couldn’t even hold the stirring wheel still.
He knocked against the door and gasped when she opened immediately. She looked even worse than he imagined. She was still breathtakingly beautiful but she looked in pain. So much pain.
“Oh, my love.” he whimpered and closed the little gap between them, wrapping her in a bone crashing hug.
She slung her arms around his neck and breathed him in, finally feeling like she was able to survive again.
He pulled away from her a bit, only so much to close the door behind him and look at her.
“I’m so sorry. I’m so sorry for what I did to you. Of course, I love you. God, I don’t even know how I could think that I don’t. I think I just pushed that feeling away because I was so heartbroken and hurt and mad and… I’m so sorry.” Harry spoke, taking forever to get the words out.
“You have nothing to be sorry for, you hear me?” she cupped his cheeks.
“No. You did absolutely nothing wrong. The only person who needs to apologize is me. What I did was the worst thing I could have ever done to you. I hurt you so much and I don’t think I can ever make that up to you. But I want you to know that I love you. I love you with everything I have and that won’t ever change.”
“I love you too.” Harry whispered.
Y/N smiled at him and stroked over his cheek with the back of her hand.
Harry gazed deeply into her eyes for a few more moments before he leaned in and connected their lips in a soft and loving kiss. Fireworks erupted behind their eyelids, butterflies in their tummies coming to life and their heartbeats speeding up.
“Show me. Show me how much you love me.” Harry whimpered when they parted again.
“Harry.” Y/N gasped.
“Are you sure?”
“Yes. Just… not here.” he mumbled, his cheeks turning pink.
Y/N understood and nodded, threading her fingers through his.
“Then let’s go to your place.”

They bursted through the door once they arrived, kissing passionately and not parting for a single second. Harry led her through his apartment, claiming her mouth with his and stopping every few moments to pull her tight against his body and feel her closer.
Once they reached Harry’s bedroom he didn’t know what to do anymore. He never did this before and he was nervous, he didn’t want to mess up.
But Y/N made him feel safe with her. She was gentle with him and loving. She kissed over his chest once she removed his shirt, making him feel warm inside. She guided him to do the same and once he threw her shirt to the floor he did, kissing over every inch of her soft skin.

She helped him open her bra, letting the straps fall from her shoulders and throwing the thing across the room, as far away as possible. Harry pressed her chest against his with his hands on her back, moaning softly when her skin came in contact with his.
Y/N’s hand wandered lower after a bit of time, palming him over the fabric of his tight jeans before squeezing briefly and causing another moan to fall from his swollen lips.
She opened the button of his jeans when he seemed okay with it, pulling the zipper down right after. Harry wiggled the tight fabric from his legs, throwing it behind himself before he began kissing her body again, over her bare breasts to her tummy and to the waistline of her jeans. He opened them slowly and pulled them down, gasping softly when his fingers brushed against her soft legs.
Y/N guided his face to hers, covering his mouth with hers and making him press against her, the bulge in his boxers rubbing against her panty covered crotch.
She let her hand wander into his boxers, moaning when she felt how hard and warm he was. And how thick.
She couldn’t take it anymore then, needing to see him. She pulled his boxers down, freeing him and watching how his cock slapped against his stomach with how hard he was. He was so incredibly big, the bulbous head of him leaking precum and smearing it on his skin.
She touched him, letting her index finger run over the very prominent vein on the underside of him and watching how he twitched at the contact.
Harry stared at her, how she seemed so fascinated by him. He groaned when she took him in her hand, not able to wrap her whole hand around him because he was just so goddamn big. She moved her hand up, twisting it once she reached his tip and stroking down again. Harry’s mouth was opened in a silent moan, his eyes rolling back when her thumb stroked over his slit and gathered his precum.
She stopped then, knowing that if she kept going this would be over before it even started. Harry looked down at her with glassy eyes, already looking absolutely fucked out. He hooked his thumbs into her panties and pulled them down her legs, gasping once he saw her completely naked.
She spread her legs for him, letting him crawl in between them. He stared at her. Her pussy was pink and glistening with her arousal, some of it dripping from her. Her stroked his middle finger in between her lips, gathering some of her wetness and licking it off with his tongue. She tasted amazing. He spread her lips apart with two fingers and pressed a kiss against her, grinning when she moaned for him.
Even though he never did this before he let his feeling guide him and it seemed he did good by the way she got even wetter and moaned underneath his mouth. But she pulled him away once she was close to reaching her peak, pulling him up by his hair and looking at him with wide eyes.
He crawled up her body, hovering over her before leaning down and pressing a kiss to her lips, making her taste herself on him.
“You’re so good, Harry.” she whimpered once they parted, wonder evident in her voice.
He grinned at her, before kissing her again and reveling in the way she reacted to it, her back arching and a quiet moan vibrating against his lips.
“I-I don’t have a condom.” he suddenly realized, his eyes widening.
“I don’t either.” she sighed and Harry already closed his eyes in frustration, his head dropping to her chest in defeat.
“But I’m on the pill and clean, I promise.” she told him, making him lift his face to look at her.
“I’m clean too but… is that really safe? I mean-”
“It is. Just pull out.” she told him and Harry nodded.
“Are you sure?” he asked her one more time.

“100 percent.” she answered in an instant.
Harry took ahold of him and lined him up with her entrance, rubbing his tip over her slit a few times to gather her wetness before he slipped it inside, watching with wonder how her eyes rolled back in pleasure. He pushed in then, slowly but forcefully until he was completely inside of her, his balls pressed against her ass.
She pulled him even deeper with her heels digging into the small of his back, making him hover over her.
“You’re so big.” she whimpered, moaning when he thrusted the tiniest bit.
“And you’re so goddamn tight.” he told her and began to pull out slowly until only the tip of him was inside her before thrusting back in to the hilt and making her scream in pure pleasure.
Harry took it slow and made sure she was able to feel every inch of him inside of her, filling her up. He loved the feel of her warm and slick walls around him, how they clamped down on him once she got close and got even tighter.
He rubbed her clit then, making sure to make her cum as hard as possible. With his hips snapping against hers, his relentless circles against her bundle of nerves and his encouragements to let go she came. And she came hard. She trashed around, moaning into the air, her eyes rolling back and her pussy squeezing Harry’s cock. He followed soon after, pulling out in the last second, pumping his cock in his fist and groaning loudly when cum spurted from his tip and landen on Y/N’s body, painting her tummy with thick and hot streaks.
Once he milked himself for everything he got Y/N dipped her fingers into his cum and licked it off, cleaning her whole tummy like that while Harry watched with wide eyes.
“Goddamn.” he whispered what made her giggle.

He pressed a kiss to her lips before he dropped to the mattress beside her, his mind not seeming to comprehend what just happened.
“Where the hell did you learn to fuck like that?” she asked him after a moment, making him choke on air.
“I haven’t- I mean I told you I never did this before.”
“Then you’re a natural.” she stated.
He didn’t say anything, the blush creeping up his neck towards his cheeks.
“Seriously.” she said and turned onto her stomach to look at him.
“That was the best sex I ever had.” she told him and stroked his flushed cheek.
“Wasn’t exactly making love, eh?” he giggled after a moment.
“No. Not really.” she grinned back and leaned down to press her lips against his.
“We’ll do that during round two.”
And just like that everything was how it was supposed to be.

The Incredibly Moronic Prat Who Lived

Harry frowned when he looked down at the counter and was faced with his own biography, Harry Potter, The Incredibly Heroic Boy Who Lived (Twice!). When he accepted the job at Flourish and Blotts he never considered that he might have to sell books that were written about himself. Harry’s frown turned into a grimace when he realized that the customer buying this book would probably be starstruck when they realized that the one and only Harry Potter was standing on the other side of the counter.

But when Harry looked up to see the customer, he was the one who was starstruck. Because standing in front of him was Draco Malfoy. Unbearably attractive, adorably flustered Draco Malfoy.

“Potter,” Draco said, shocked.

Harry was too busy staring at the blond, memorizing every perfect detail of his face, to respond. He hadn’t seen Draco since his trial two years ago, and the last he heard Draco was in France studying to be a Healer. France has been good for Draco, Harry thought as he admired Draco’s no longer skinny, but fit body. Draco was also silently appreciating Harry’s appearance, but the blond had been taught that it was impolite to stare, so he broke the silence by clearing his throat. Harry’s eyes immediately flew to Draco’s face.

“Malfoy,” Harry said, his voice hoarse. “How have you been?”

“Spectacular as always,” Draco answered dryly. “And you?”

“I’ve been…” Harry searched for a casual way to say completely lost. “Fine.”

Draco nodded. Both boys seemed at a loss for words and Harry looked back down at the book on the counter. The book about him. That Draco was buying, for some reason.

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Afternoon With Sarah

So here are some of the Q&A from Philly’s event yesterday -

1. What professional career would your characters have?

Dorian = book editor at a publishing company

Rowan = a park ranger (she can picture him in a tight polo shirt with little khaki shorts protecting the wildlife and kicking people out)

Cassian & Aedion = pro hockey players (bash brothers from Mighty Ducks)

Lysandra = fashion designer

Chaol = sports medicine / physical trainer to athletes

Rhys = Curator of an art museum or gallery (very sophisticated, also cuz he likes to paint 😘)

Feyre = artist who’s paintings would be on display at Rhys’ gallery (they’d paint together)

Lorcan = an angry bouncer, doesn’t let anyone in to club cuz of his high standards

Amren & Manon = murders, lol. They would only get caught if they wanted to for street cred.

2. NOX- he will be in TOG7. He was in Empire but editor made her cut his part and then she tried to include in TOD but book was already too long.

3. Who would you want as a college roommate?

Not Aelin, she would be messy clothes everywhere and may burn you. No sense of personal space.

Maybe Chaol but he’d have smelly gym clothes. Same with Aedion.

Nesryn would be good, she is quiet, neat and give space where needed.

4. Who would you trust to babysit your dog?

Again not Aelin, definitely Yrene.

5. (This was the best question, even she said she was never asked this before) If you could “Freaky Friday” 2 characters who would you body switch?

Rhys and Aelin! She thought this would be so funny and wanted to go home and write fanfic and cannon this!! @abookandacoffee - I totally thought of you when this was asked!

6. If you could sing karaoke with a character who and what song?

Rhys and Afternoon Delight

She also told a story about her grandma and surviving the Holocast, which was so amazing. Her family was all there, so was awesome to see. Also she said she wants TOG7 to be double the size of Empire!

That’s all I can remember, lol!!

@sarahjmaasbooks @sarah-bae-maas @catastrophicallyinlovewithbooks @feysandsmut @highladyfxyre

it says a lot about tony that like…. so many times someone else tried to hurt him, they forced him to contemplate other people getting hurt. yinsen and the burning ember, stane threatening pepper, pepper being tortured, the vision where everyone’s dying, charlie spencer, his parents’ murder…

aou was a Mess but that bit of dialog between tony and fury was really good and it encompasses everything - “i watched all my friends die, you’d think that would be as bad as it gets, right? no, it wasn’t the worst part,” said tony, to which fury responded, “the worst part is that you didn’t”

he’d rather die instead of, or if worst comes to worst, with other people. the real way to hurt tony is to hurt others

and he’s supposedly selfish? lmfao ok

Tokyo Dome without Onew (Fan account)

I decided to write this fan account since I know a lot of my friends on tumblr are just as worried as I am about shinee, shinee5, shinee4 and onew and what his scandal might mean for the future of shinee. This is how I experienced the weekend, so nothing is facts, but what I saw and interpreted and I know everyone I talked to who were there pretty much felt the same way, so I’m confident enough about it to write about it.

So firstly. How did the fans react?

I lined up for 3 ½ hours on Saturday and I saw LOTS of onew merch in the hands of shawols. A lot of his merch sold out too. He and taemin are still very very popular among jshawols. I did not feel any lack of support outside of the dome, I was very excited to see that many had onew stuff or strips in their bags with all members names. Nothing indicated that jshawols are done with onew, generally speaking, of course.

So the concert; shawols DID cheer noticeably louder for Onews vcr segments than the rest. I myself yelled onew a lot, because I yelled all the members names and I personally had no reason to not - but generally in the first day I felt like jshawols tried to support Onew extra in their own way - jshawols are quiet and don’t scream much in public (I’m sure I appeared as a foreign douche)

On Sunday however I don’t think onew was particularly cheered more for or not. His merch also weren’t sold out the same way as first day. What does this mean? That Saturday was a sad concert. But we needed it. We needed to be sad. And shinee needed to be sad. But in Sunday everything was happier. Because we got it out of our system; shinee too. So Saturday was definitely the “Onew day” where Sunday was “Tokyo Dome fun” day.

As I already mentioned in earlier posts, on Saturday jonghyun and key were visibility affected. Jonghyun seemed absent minded
For a large part of the concert, and like he didn’t fully enjoy it. He was also the member to mention that “today they where there without onew”. This was the only time, expect for Taemin in the end of Saturday , mentioning anything about Onews absence. They did NOT mention anything about it Sunday; but again, Sunday was the “good” day and there was no need to rub salt into the wound.

Some of you may have seen that key actually posted a instagram photo commenting on the fact that he cried; saying he sometimes gets tears into his eyes watching shawols. I think he felt needed to address it because he so obviously cried hurt tears. He bite his lip, looked up into the corners or down into ground, all the physical signs when someone is sad but trying to keep it in.

Jonghyun, taemin and Minho weren’t crying during winter wonderland, but my friend said she’d categorize it as crying even though no tears fell, because they all had wet eyes and looked sad. Not moved, but sad. But especially Jonghyun and key; difference is that key tried to cover it up, Jonghyun absolutely didn’t. He was sad and he had no problem showing; this probably rubbed off on fans. Generally the fan chants were sloppy or non existent and the cheering was pretty low too, even for jshawols - this I was told by my friend beside me who went to several JAT arena concerts.

They fanchants were a lot better Sunday.
I still want to give credit to 2min for trying so, so, SO hard on Saturday. We all know Minho is always hyper but taemin was Minho level this time around. A lot more than usual, not that he’s not hyper or happy normally but he was clearly working on making up for what the concert was lacking.

But what lacked Saturday was made up for on Sunday; as I said I felt like we got it out of our system. Myself included. I was sad, anxious and even cried out of sadness during the end on Saturday but was super happy and having a lot of fun on Sunday. I did have fun during Saturday too but there was many bits where I’d feel sad when they did a particular part with no onew. But we all knew what to expect Sunday so everything went smoother. It is however true that Saturday was sold out and Sunday was not - me and my friends could easily point out sections on the 2 floor with empty seats and the seats around me were also empty. But there was still lots of thousands of fans. We’re not talking huge empty sections. But visible empty seats in the crowd, yes. But it was okay and when the shawol ocean was still beautiful and it wasn’t noticeable when the light went out.

As for shinee and this concert in generally..

Honestly I feel like these Tokyo dome concerts sended a statement from shinee to shinee world. They had plenty of time to rearrange things but they didn’t. At some performances they would have light on a empty spot. Onews spot. Everything would go black besides that spot. They did not cover him, they did not rearrange their places in choreographies and only had a dancer if physically required (Get the treasure, everybody etc). The VCRs played heavily on “shinee and their memories”. They showed about shinee members talking about another member and showing pictures of that member from debut. Having those debut-onew pictures flashing hurt. Especially on the first day when we didn’t know.

And the fact that Jonghyun and key was visible affected and that SM / SHINee did not bother to fix the holes, and there were holes that could easily have been fixed; to me it’s a message.

This is what you get without onew.

Taemin, Jonghyun, Key and Minho are fantastic entertainers and professionals and I do not believe for one second they couldn’t have handled rearrangements etc. This was a choice. To show that, if you pull out a member from shinee, This is what you get; a huge, visible HOLE in the team.

This is not a fact, This is what I got from it and you can do with it what you want, but there was a lot of decisions that didn’t make sense about this concert, especially the fact that they pulled out solo performances when onews absence would only make solos so much more a good idea to include so they wouldn’t have a whole setlist with songs where he was missing. Stuff that just weren’t fixed and I believe it wasn’t fixed because they wanted to let us know

Shinee is five

So if they’re only four, there’s gonna be a hole in every performance

A hole they aren’t interested in trying fix.

So I believe this was a message, and I sincerely believe and support in what taemin said at the end of Saturday; that next time they’ll be in Tokyo dome he hopes to return as five. That has nothing to do with taking sides or not taking matters seriously. That’s something I sincerely can justify for him wishing for, because there’s a unfixable hole in their team without him.

These concerts didn’t lack talent or professionalism; it lacked that magically shinee spark. And that’s what you get from shinee when you break their team. I really believe that’s what these concerts showed us. And yes Sunday went better and yes, they were happier. But that doesn’t erase all the sadness showcased on the first day.

Here’s to hope that shinee will never have to perform again as only 4 with the fear of never returning as 5 again, because it’s really draining them, and it drains their overall performances.

This Feels So Wrong (Part One)

Fandom: Marvel
Ship: Peter Parker x Reader
Requested: Yes (Can I request a Peter imagine where y/n was Peters bff but he was trying to keep his ‘Spider-Man secret’ from her, and one day she was in danger and he saved her and he kissed her (Spider-Man kissed her😂) and she was daydreaming all the time the othr day at school and when she told Ned, Michelle and Peter about her 'little time’ with Spider-Man, Peter blushed and u can make the end.)
Genre: Fluff/Angst
Warnings: Mentions of Food, Violence, Ferry Accidents, Crying
A/N: I feel like I kinda changed the request up a bit, which I apologize for, but I hope you still like it!!
Part Two Part Three

Originally posted by ltsuitsyou

“Hey, Parker!”

You smiled as you walked over to the table, lunch tray in hand. Your best friend’s head snapped up, and he smiled when he saw you. “Hey,” he said, sliding over on the bench for you to sit next to him. Your smile grew at the gesture, although you tried not to make it too obvious how happy it made you as you sat down. 

“Where are Ned and Michelle?” You asked, looking at Peter. 

He smiled wider as you scooted closer to his side. “They’re on their way. They stayed back to ask the teacher a question.”

“Oh,” you responded.

“Yeah. How’s your day been?”

You shrugged, looking down at your tray and opening your drink. “It’s been alright. You?”

“Fine,” he said, and you glanced over at him to see him biting his lip nervously. “So, um,” he continued, and you turned towards him, looking at him completely. He bit his lip harder. “Are you doing anything after school today?”

Your eyebrows furrowed, and you knew what the question implied, but you didn’t let yourself believe it as you replied, “Uh, yeah, actually.” You thought you saw his face drop, his bitten lip exchanged for a clenched jaw. “I’m planning on taking one of the ferries today, just to relax and look at the water, you know?”

He hummed, nodding his head, and looked away from you for a moment. “So are you going with anyone, or,” he trailed off, glancing back to you. His nervous expression was still there, and you held back a question, wondering why he was being like this.

“No, just me. I haven’t really gotten a chance to just, leave myself alone with my thoughts, so I’m looking forward to it,” you gave him a smile, and watched as he gave you a fake one back.

You didn’t know what was wrong as he turned to look down at the bench and as he pulled out a textbook to read. “Peter?” You whispered, quietly so that only he would hear. He turned to look at you, and you noticed he was biting his lip again. 

“Yeah?” He whispered in return, and leaned slightly closer to you. You felt your breath catch in your throat as you stared at every detail on his face, and you noticed him do the same.

“Um,” you tried to find your words again, now looking into his eyes instead of where your gaze had drifted to his lips. “Are you okay? You seem kinda off today.”

He hummed again and nodded, staring into your eyes just as you were doing the same. “Yeah, I’m okay,” he said. His jaw was clenched again, and you were getting dizzy with the amount of times he was switching.

The two of you continued to stare at each other, now silent, and you could feel the air around you get thin. You thought you could see Peter leaning closer to you, and you felt yourself edge forward as well. It was like you were on autopilot, and you were letting your heart do the flying.

The two of you were so close, so close, and you had been waiting so long for this, and you hoped he knew what you were trying to tell him as you leaned closer, and-

“Hey, guys!” 

The two of you startled away from each other, and you nearly fell onto the floor with how far and fast you moved away from him. You looked up, breathing heavily and heart pounding rapidly. Moving to sit down in front of you were Ned and Michelle, and they were both looking at you and Peter with furrowed eyebrows.

“Hi,” you breathed out, looking back at the two of them. You quickly moved your gaze down to your lunch, and you scrambled to unwrap your sandwich and take a bite.

You ignored the eyes on you as you silently ate your sandwich, and you didn’t speak again until the subject was changed.

As you sat on the ferry crowded with people, you weren’t sure being left alone with your thoughts was the best idea. One part of your mind was screaming, and one part was racing, and they were both battling each other to be the more prominent. You didn’t know how to concentrate, and you didn’t know what to think.

You stared out at the water as the ferry moved gently, and you worked to even your breathing to calm yourself down. You couldn’t believe you had almost let yourself kiss your best friend. Regardless of the fact he had always been more than a best friend to you, he didn’t know that. And you weren’t sure you ever wanted him to.

But still, all your mind was screaming at you was, ‘Why did he lean in, too?’

He must’ve felt something, more than something, if he wanted to kiss you.

And you wanted to kiss him, more than anything. But you weren’t sure if you were ready. You weren’t sure if you were ready to face the possible rejection, the possibility of losing the friendship you held closest to your heart.

The ferry shaking beneath your feet broke you out of your thoughts, and the screaming and racing in your mind finally silenced. You looked around to see the confused faces of the other passengers, and your eyebrows furrowed when you felt another rumble. 

And another one, and another one, and you slowly stood up as the passengers around you did the same. And then a bigger one came, and you were nearly knocked off your feet. You held onto the wall next to you, looking around with worried eyes.

This couldn’t be happening. (You didn’t know exactly what was happening, but still.)

“What is happening?” You heard someone say, and murmurs erupted from a few more people. Yells were now audible, and you didn’t know what part of the ferry they were coming from, but they were accompanied with loud bangs that you were sure were the cause of the rumbling under your feet.

The work you put towards evening your breathing didn’t matter anymore, ragged breaths escaping your mouth with every passing second. You could feel the chaos building up on all parts of the ferry, the shaking and yelling and banging putting all the passengers on edge and leading them to start yelling.

You regretted coming on this ferry alone.

And then a loud explosion sounded, and the ferry seemed the most unstable under your feet than it had ever been, and the loudness of everything made you block your ears with your hands for a few seconds. Everything was too overwhelming, and you didn’t know what to do with yourself.

So you ran. 

You pushed through the other scared passengers who all seemed to be frozen still and staring around them. You figured you were moving away from the source, since the yelling and banging seemed to sound quieter the quicker you moved away. The amount of people dwindled as you still ran away from where you once sat, away from where the chaos was sure to be brewing. 

You stopped, falling to the floor as the ferry shook violently beneath you. You could feel tears welling up in your eyes, the fear finally catching up to you as you stayed curled on the floor until the shaking stopped.

It didn’t stop. The shaking continued, and you thought you could hear a cracking noise, but you weren’t sure you wanted to look. But when you heard loud, ear-piercing screams, and people calling out names, presumably to their loved ones, you looked up and opened your eyes.

The sight that greeted you had your breath hitching in your throat.

“Oh, god,” you let out a sob, watching as the ferry quite literally split in half in front of you. Dust scattered everywhere as the large crack in the ground made its way towards you. You scrambled to stand up, quickly moving to one side of the ferry as you noticed the majority of the ferry was no longer in one piece; it was in two.

You could see the water from between the two parts of the ferry, and your heart pounded impossibly fast. You were never a great swimmer. You didn’t know what to do. You didn’t think you’d ever have to know what to do in a situation like this.

You stumbled again as the crack where you were lying was no longer a crack, but a hole. You were all alone, and you suddenly regretted running away from where you had been seated. You clutched the railing desperately, feeling your part of the ferry begin to tip closer towards the water.

You began to cry. And in this moment, you couldn’t help but think of Peter Parker, your best friend and the boy you loved more than anything. You weren’t sure how he would deal with you dying today, and that was the only thing you could think of as you watched the blue abyss near closer and closer to you. You didn’t want to know how he would deal with it.

You and Peter had been best friends for nearly all your lives. Neither of you knew what life was like without the other. Neither of you thought you would ever have to know anytime soon.

You were beginning to lose your balance as the ferry became more horizontal than vertical, and you held onto the railing with all the strength you had. You cried harder, and you could hear other people’s cries and sobs over your own.

And you weren’t sure why, and you knew he couldn’t save you or hear you or see you in this moment, but you still sobbed out, “Peter,” while clenching your eyes shut in fear of seeing the water only a few feet away from you. “Peter,” you cried again. “I love you, Peter,” you sobbed violently, needing to say the words out loud at least once.

You didn’t care that he couldn’t hear you, and you didn’t care that he would probably never hear you say those words to him. But you needed to say them for yourself. 

“It’s Spiderman!” You heard someone yell, and you didn’t want to open your eyes, but you knew you had to. You didn’t look towards the water but towards the middle of the ferry where you could see a small figure in a red suit swinging and attaching shiny pieces of string-like material to each pillar.

You had seen this same figure take down so many people in the streets of Queens, robbers and muggers disappearing from alleyways and appearing on the police department stairs.

Spiderman was here to save the day yet again, and you couldn’t help but let a small smile break out on your face in relief. He finished webbing each column, and the ferry seemed to have stopped tilting to its ultimate demise. Cheering and clapping erupted from all areas of the ferry, and you let your small smile turn into a wide grin.

You were looking at the red-clad superhero with admiration and not at the rest of your surroundings when you felt a sharp pain in your arm. You yelped, losing your balance and falling to the floor right under the railing. You knew the ocean was right under your head, you knew it, but you wouldn’t look. You looked up at the large piece of metal that had knocked you off your balance and had probably sliced your arm open.

You tried to move from under the railing, but with the water so close to you, you weren’t sure if you would be able to move back into a safer area. And then you heard the screaming, and you heard the sound of what you were sure was Spiderman’s webs snapping off of the pillars, and you felt the ferry begin to tilt again.

“No,” you yelled and tried to move from under the railing, but with the tilting, the piece of metal that had hit you slid over to hit your legs roughly, and you felt your body slide off the ferry completely. “No!”

Your hands caught the railing, and you looked under you to see bright blue water that you couldn’t see the bottom of. You breathed heavily, your arms not able to hold yourself up for long. “Help!” You screamed, and although you knew you shouldn’t have been wasting your energy, you didn’t have any choice. 

You heard the sound of metal clinking against metal, and you closed your eyes tightly, waiting for the piece of metal that put you in this situation to fall on your head. But that wasn’t what the noise was as you felt your tilted position become slightly more straightened. You opened your eyes and frantically looked around you, seeing multiple Iron Man suits around the border of the ferry, pushing both pieces back together.

You would’ve sighed in relief if you hadn’t still been dangling over the ocean that was awaiting your presence.

“Help!” You screamed, hoping for one of the suits to come and catch you, but none of them did. You stayed dangling there, watching as the metal contraptions only kept their focus on pushing the ferry back together.

You could feel your cheeks were wet with tears, and you began to sob again as you felt the strength in your arms begin to give out. “Someone, help! Please,” you yelled and sobbed, willing your hands to stay clasped on the railing.

The Iron Men still ignored you, and you wondered, out of all the people those suits had saved, why you couldn’t be one of them. So you called to a different superhero, hoping it would work.

“Spiderman! Help! Please, help,” but you didn’t see anyone coming for you, and your fingers were slowly unraveling from the railing, and you let out a blood-curdling scream.

You didn’t want to die. You didn’t want to die.

Your hands slipped from the railing, and you closed your eyes as you waited to be met with ice cold water. But instead, you felt a soft hand catch yours. You opened your eyes to see a flash of red before you were yanked upwards. You felt your feet land on the ground of the ferry, and you were about to let go of your savior’s hand when your knees gave out.

“Woah, woah,” you heard a voice say and an arm wrap around your waist, and you looked up to stare into the mask of Spiderman. “Are you okay? Are you hurt?” He asked frantically, and you thought you could recognize his voice, but everything was much too overwhelming to be able to pinpoint it. 

When you didn’t reply, he asked again, more urgently. “Are you hurt?

You startled, shaking your head rapidly and blinking repeatedly. You wondered why he sounded like he cared so much, but couldn’t find the energy to think much of it. “I’m fine,” you choked out, voice raspy from your sobbing and screaming.

You saw him give you a once-over and you knew he noticed your arm. “Your arm,” he lifted it gently, inspecting the cut that was starting to throb painfully.

“I’m fine,” you said, shaking your head again. You felt his arm tighten around your waist, and he dropped your arm with his other hand to gently press it to your cheek.

“You’re okay, you’re okay,” you heard him whisper, but it sounded like he was trying to reassure himself more than you. You quietly looked at him, and you heard him let out a heavy breath before moving his hand from your face to lift his mask up to his nose and then press his hand back to your cheek.

You didn’t get a chance to look at his face before you felt his lips press against yours. You gasped into the kiss, not knowing what to do with yourself. His thumb was stroking your cheek softly, and you almost didn’t notice he was doing it before he stopped.

You kissed him back, and you weren’t quite sure why. But this man didn’t have an identity, and you didn’t know who you were kissing, so in some twisted way, you pretended it was Peter whose lips were pressed to yours.

He pulled away and slid his mask back over his face before you could open your eyes again, and he set you down lightly on the ferry floor to make sure you wouldn’t collapse on your knees again.

“Goodbye, (Y/N),” he whispered before turning around and swinging away, and you watched him leave.

You didn’t even question how he knew your name.

So I wasn’t intending for this to be so angsty, or this long, but here we are. Obviously I’m gonna make a part two to finish up the request, but I would like to know if you guys would actually want a part two. So let me know!! Requests are open :)


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Harsh Words

Requested By: Anonymous

hey bae<3 could you write a fic with peter where he’s having such a bad day, he’s super grumpy and the reader tries to help him but he gets super mad and says cruel things? i’m a sucker for drama, sorry!! love your blog btw

Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader

Description: You’d noticed that Peter had been acting down all day, he was your best friend and you were concerned for him. You decided to try and help him, only to get belittled by your so called “best friend.”

Warnings: Swearing, could possibly be triggering to some people, verbally abusive, plot twist ending yeet

Word Count: 3,472

A/N: So this was so much fun to write oh myyyyyy, the ending is my favorite hahha, I am willing to write a part two if people really want it. But yeah, enjoy :)))

Originally posted by tomhollanderr

Lately, you’d noticed your best friend Peter had become a bit distant, you’d see how tired he’d look when he came to school, how on edge he was all the time, even a few marks on his face from time to time.

You were concerned for your friend, but at the same time you were confused as to why he was shutting you out.

You’d noticed Ned had started becoming distant too, becoming closer with Peter and excluding you more.

Michelle had noticed this happening too, she too didn’t understand what was going on, but at the same time she didn’t really care, it didn’t involve her.

You walked over to your table at lunch, carrying the brown bag in your hand, as Michelle sat a few seats away like usual, her face in a book, however, you noticed Peter and Ned having an intense conversation, but the second they saw you, they stopped.

“Hey guys.” You smiled, but they didn’t return the smile, nor the friendly gesture.

You felt your heart break, what had you done that made them suddenly hate you so much?

“Is every thing okay?” You questioned hesitantly, looking between the two of them.

Ned and Peter glanced at you for a split second before looking at each other, letting out a sigh.

“Yeah, every thing is fine Y/N, just a rough day, that’s all.” Ned answered vaguely, as you nodded, clearly not convinced.

You couldn’t help but observe Peter, he looked tired, worn out, overall just miserable.

“Peter are you sure you’re alright?” You asked again, you didn’t believe that they were just fine you knew there was more than what they were letting on.

“Y/N, just let him be.” Ned pressed on, making you roll your eyes, a flash of anger going through them, making Ned shut up quickly.

“I don’t give a damn, I want to know what the hell is going on? Is that so bad?” You spoke angrily, watching as Ned shrunk in his seat as Peter just glared at the table, his anger finally peaking.

“You know what Y/N? You need to mind your own damn business, maybe if you did that more often you’d actually have friends! Maybe then we’d actually like to hangout with you more if you weren’t constantly trying to pry into our lives and figure us out all the time! It’s like you have no consideration for anyone but yourself!” Peter shouted, surprising not only himself, but Ned, Michelle and especially you.

Peter had never yelled at you before, especially not in front of everyone.

You sat there, wide eyed, unable to speak, your heart broken into a million pieces.

He did hate you.

You nodded slowly, tears brimming your eyes as you started packing up your lunch, no longer hungry and definitely no longer wanting to be around him.

“Sorry to have been such a burden to you.” You spat out, tears streaming down your cheeks as you stormed out of the cafeteria, throwing your lunch away as you left.

Peter sat there watching you leave, his heart breaking as you did, he knew he messed up, really bad.

“Dude what the actual hell was that!” Ned shouted, hitting Peter on the arm, making him wince.

“I don’t know! Ugh, I really don’t know.” Peter muttered, frustration clear in his voice.

Michelle on the other hand was watching every thing, although she never interfered with any of her table members, she felt this was a good time to break that.

“What you did was really fucked up Parker, she really cared for you, I hope you remember that.” Michelle commented, before grabbing her book and her apple, and exiting the table, leaving both of them in shock.

“Dude you’re so fucked.” Ned groaned, as Peter hit his head on the table, groaning out in frustration.

“I know, I don’t even know why I said what I did! It just came out without warning.” Peter sighed, rubbing his face with his hands.

“Honestly Peter, I don’t know if you can fix this one, I don’t think Spider-Man himself can fix this.” Ned whispered the last part, making Peter sigh sadly, he knew Ned was right, you were never going to forgive him.

He didn’t know what had gotten into him the past few weeks, his job as Spider-Man had become a bit more stressful, therefore adding extra stress into his regular life, and then on top of that there was school, where he was pressured into doing well all the time, and he just couldn’t balance it out recently.

He’d been loosing hours of sleep fighting off criminals as Spider-Man, therefore making him more tired in class, unable to focus on the lessons.

Sometimes he’d come to school with a new cut or bruise from his mission the previous night, causing Ned to panic when he’d see him at his locker.

And then there was you, the sweetest person he knew, his best friend, the one person who wouldn’t even hurt a fly, the one person who genuinely cared about him, and now he pushed you away by going too far.

He thought pushing you away at first was the best to protect you from what he actually did, but as time went on it just got worse, he knew how bad he was hurting you, and it hurt him too, but he kept telling himself it was for the best.

But then Ned started to avoid you too, which made Peter angry, he wasn’t supposed to ditch you too, but Ned was also his best friend too, which made it even more difficult.

Peter and Ned had avoided you the best they could for two weeks, slowly getting out of your life, to keep you safe of course.

But you, you found it the total opposite.

And now your assumptions were proven correct, and you couldn’t feel any worse than you already did.

This time it was your turn to avoid both Peter and Ned, you did for weeks, refusing to talk to them, look at them, sit with them, basically anything that involved them, you find a way out of it.

If you were such a burden to their lives why be in it at all? Wasn’t that what they wanted anyways?

Peter did say you always tried to pry into their lives and figure everything out, and that you had no consideration for anyone but yourself, so you decided maybe he was right.

That’s why you decided to change, you weren’t going to be that person anymore.

Weeks turned to months, and you were still ignoring them, they did their best to try and talk to you, but it was no use.

You on the other hand became best friends with Michelle and Liz, who also helped give you a complete makeover.

You decided to become a better version of yourself, you dressed nicer, did your hair and even put on makeup, something you never once used to do.

This surprised everyone the day you walked into school with Liz and Michelle, nobody had ever seen you like this before, and you weren’t going to lie, you loved how much attention you were getting.

You noticed Peter and Ned, watching you with wide eyes, which made you smirk slightly, you got what you had wanted.

Peter and Ned on the other hand, got the exact opposite, they changed you, for the worst.

“Dude what the hell!” Ned whisper shouted, looking at his best friend with wide eyes.

“I don’t know Ned, I guess I really hurt her, and now she’s getting us back by becoming something she isn’t.” Peter sighed, leaning his head in his locker, groaning as Ned just stood there still stunned.

“She did look good though, you have to admit that.” Ned nudged Peter who’s head shot up quickly, hitting his head on the locker shelf.

“Ow,” He muttered, rubbing his head before slamming his locker shut, “And alright yeah, she does look good, I hadn’t seen her like that before.” Peter shrugged, adjusting his backpack straps.

The bell rang, and everyone started going to their classes, sadly for you, your first class was with Peter and Ned.

“Alright, good morning everyone!” Your teacher Mr. Scott smiled, as you all gave blank stares.

“I see everyone is tired, but this is chemistry and it’s going to blow your mind and wake you all up! So, to do that, I’m assigning you all in groups to work on a project.” Mr. Scott picked up his paper, scrolling down the list, while reading off names.

“Y/N, Peter, and Ned, you’re all one group.” Mr. Scott announced, making your eyes widen as you glanced over at the two of them, who were equally as stunned.

He then dismissed everyone to get to work, you slowly walked over to their table, throwing your stuff on the desk.

Peter and Ned watched you anxiously, unsure of what to say, or even what to do.

“So, uhm, what do you think we should make?” Ned broke the awkward silence, you gave a shrug in response, not looking at them as Peter kept his stare on you, his heart beating faster.

“Y/N, do you have any ideas?” Peter pressed on, making you roll your eyes before looking up at him, his eyes widening, this was the first time in months you both made eye contact.

“I think you should go to hell.” You smiled, grabbing your pencil before writing down chemical formulas.

Peter’s mouth dropped open, that was the last thing he’d expected to hear you say, he felt his heart break more, but there was also a bit where anger was slipping in.

“You know after months, I thought you would of cooled off already.” Peter muttered, making your head snap up, your eyes narrowing at the brunette boy in front of you.

“I’m sorry, let me see, last I checked my ex best friend was super nice, but then he suddenly abandoned me, and then his other friend, who was also my friend, abandoned me, and then I was told I wasn’t a considerate person, because all I care about is myself, which is ridiculous because I distinctively remember trying to care about you and see what was wrong.” You shook your head, laughing at how in denial he was. “God you’re such an asshole.” You spat, your blood boiling as you grabbed your backpack, storming out of the classroom, despite your teacher yelling at you.

“Dude what is wrong with you? Are you trying to make her hate you even more than she already does?” Ned scolded, shaking his head at his friend as he sat there stunned.

What was wrong with him? Why couldn’t he just apologize for what he had done, now he just made it worse.

But that seemed to be the only thing he was good at doing lately.

Days passed since the incident in the classroom, you had told Liz and Michelle what had happened, they both were surprised Peter had the nerve to say that to you, but they were proud when you finally found the courage to stand up for yourself.

A few more days passed, you were at Liz’s house, having a movie night with her and Michelle, you started doing this so you would get over the other two who shall not be named.

“So Y/N, are you going to homecoming with anyone?” Liz questioned, popping a piece of popcorn in her mouth, Michelle also curious.

“I don’t know, I don’t really know that many people.” You admitted, shrugging your shoulders.

“Oh come on Y/N, basically the entire football team wants to take you!” Liz laughed, throwing popcorn at you as Michelle grinned.

“Oh hush.” You laughed, eating a piece of the popcorn that was thrown at you.

You felt your phone buzz in your pocket, you let out a groan, causing Liz and Michelle to look over at you.

“It’s my mom, I gotta go.” You sighed, giving a sad smile to your friends who begged you to stay, but eventually let you leave.

You started walking home, it was late, the sky was dark, sometimes you were nervous walking alone, but for some reason this time you weren’t.

That is until you felt some sticky substance connect to your shirt, and before you knew it you were flying across Queens.

“What the hell! Put me down!” You screeched, and thankfully the “kidnapper” put you down on a building rooftop.

“Oh great it’s you, Spider dude.” You muttered, trying to remove the web attached to you.

“That’ll dissolve in two hours.” Spider-Man spoke, making you roll your eyes.

“That’s just great!” You sighed, running your fingers through your hair annoyed.

“Any reason you decided to kidnap me?” You looked at the masked hero, who shifted awkwardly.

“Actually yes.” He sighed, slowly pulling the mask off his head, revealing the last person you ever expected.

Peter?” You whispered, your eyes wide as Peter watched you nervously.

“I-I wanted to tell you Y/N, but my job, it’s just so dangerous, and I couldn’t afford to have anything to happen to you.” Peter rushed out, his hands shaking anxiously.

“Y-You lied to me! You made me feel like the shittiest person ever Peter!” You yelled, making him cringe at your words.

“You made me feel like you hated me.” You whispered the last part out, tears sliding down your cheeks.

“I thought that maybe if I made you hate me, it’d keep you safer.” Peter tried to explain, reaching out to you, but you backed away.

“You don’t get to touch me, you lied to me, you broke me.” You choked out, your body visibly shaking.

“I’m so so sorry Y/N.” Peter apologized, but you just laughed, making his blood turn cold.

“Did Ned know?” You questioned, watching him avoid your gaze, you nodded slowly, running your tongue over your lip, “Wow, so you trusted him, but not me.” You sniffed, anger taking over your emotions.

“I didn’t intend to tell him! He found out by accident!” Peter defended, making your shrug.

“Does it matter? He still knew Peter! Makes sense why he decided to leave me too.” You laughed bitterly, shaking your head at all the information you were receiving.

“Please Y/N, I’m sorry, please forgive me.” Peter pleaded, but you just shook your head.

“No Peter, I’m not going to forgive you, you put me through hell for months, and now you think it’s okay to just apologize and assume every thing will be back to normal.” You looked at him, tears stained on your cheeks as Peter looked at you desperately.

“It’s your turn to feel what I felt.” You looked around, noticing there was no way off the building.

“Get me down from here please.” You sighed, as Peter nodded sadly, wrapping his arm around you for what was probably the last time, as he swung you home.

He set you down on your fire escape, but before you could turn and go inside, he pulled you in for a tight hug.

You didn’t want to, but you slowly hugged him back, deep down you missed the brunette nerd, but at the moment you despised him with a burning passion.

“I will win you back.” He mumbled into your hair, pressing a kiss to your forehead, before swinging off.

It had been weeks since you had last seen Peter, or as you should say “Spider-Man” which wasn’t a bad thing.

He was off doing who knows what, fighting whoever, while you were planning on who to go with for homecoming.

“So how’s project Y/N coming along?” Ned asked, spinning around in Peter’s chair.

“It’s not, it’s more how is she making me feel, and I feel like shit. She told me she was going to make me feel how she felt, and well, it’s working.” Peter groaned, tugging on his hair frustrated.

They both were silent for a moment before Peter’s head snapped up, something was wrong, his Spidey senses were tingling.

“I gotta go, be back soon!” Peter shouted, before going out his window to where he was being directed.

When he arrived to the scene, he was shocked, there was a group of people being held hostage by some random person in a costume.

“Hey, sorry to interrupt this,” He motioned to the hostages, “But you have to let them go.” He added, as the villain laughed.

“And why should I do that?” They fired back, the voice making his eyes widen a bit.

“Because, it’s me you want.” He shot back, his heart beating quicker, as the villain nodded slowly, releasing the hostages.

“Alright fine, have it your way.” The villain shrugged, catching Spider-Man off guard as they hit him in the stomach and face.

Spider-Man groaned, before getting back up, he knew that voice, but how did he know it?

“Who are you?” He asked, as the masked villain laughed, grinning through the mask.

“Your worst nightmare.” They responded, before hitting him again, making him groan in pain.

Then it all clicked, it was you, you were the new villain he had been fighting for the past few weeks, and he just now realized it.

“Karma is a bitch Peter.” You laughed, before disappearing into the darkness, Peter standing there stunned.

He quickly swung home, scaring Ned as Peter flung his mask off, pacing around the room.

“Dude calm down, what happened?” Ned questioned, watching his best friend pace back and forth.

“You know the new villain I was telling you about?” Peter rushed out quickly as Ned nodded in response.

“I just found out who it is.” Peter breathed out, his face flushed as Ned waited anxiously.

“It’s Y/N.”

We Don't Talk Anymore | Pt. 5

Taehyung Angst

Maybe you mean a lot more to me than I thought..

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5

Originally posted by defdaniksgf

“I’m sorry, but I won’t fall for your stupid games anymore, Taehyung-ah..”

With those words being said, you shoved him away from you and walked towards the door, ready to find Jungkook so he could drive you somewhere else where you could cry peacefully.

But before you could step out of the room, Taehyung bolted forward and blocked the door, the anger in his eyes turning his once soft looking eyes into glaring ones.

Stuffing his hand in his pocket, he took out a key and locked the door as he hissed. “You’re not going anywhere until we’re done speaking, Y/N.”

Wait, where did he find that key?

Dismissing your thoughts, you closed your eyes and took a deep breath. “Taehyung, let me go.”

Crossing his arms in front of his chest, Taehyung leaned against the door, his eyes never leaving yours. “No. Never.”

Huffing loudly, you walked away from Taehyung as you unlocked your phone and dialed the first number that came to your mind. Jungkook’s.

Placing the device against your ear, you hoped for him to pick up as soon as possible. He picked up immediately. “Y/N?! Are you okay?! Where are you?! Did he do anything to you-”

“Jungkook, I’m okay. Can you please come to room 276 and get me out of here? He won’t let me go-”

Before you could end your sentence, your phone was being yanked away from your hand, the device now in the hand of your once called best friend.

“Don’t you dare come here.” He hissed to Jungkook as he glared at you, his hand forming a fist.

Without giving Jungkook to chance to say anything, he hung up and shoved your phone into his pocket.

“Are you crazy, Taehyung?! What are you doing?!”

“I’m trying to talk to you.”

“No! You’re forcing me, Taehyung! You’re torturing me!”

Taking a few steps forward, he started shouting. “I am torturing you?! Do you know what torturing is?! Torturing is what you’ve done to me for these past few weeks! It’s what you’re doing to us, Y/N!”

Running his fingers through his hair, he took a deep breath. “I just want you back, Y/N.. I just want the old us back..”

Trying to blink away your tears, you looked into his eyes. “Nothing can be the way it once was, Taehyung..”

After hearing your words, you saw how he furrowed his eyebrows. “D-Do you love him?”

Rolling your eyes at his question, you walked toward the door. “Taehyung, unlock the door.”

Walking towards you, he grabbed your wrist and yanked you to his body. “Answer me, Y/N! Did you fall in love with him?”

No.. How could I when my heart already belongs to you?

“It doesn’t even go through the edge of your mind, huh? It doesn’t even go through the edge of your mind that I won’t fall in love with you!”

You watched how Taehyung stumbled away from you after hearing your hurtful words, his eyes filled with tears and his mouth agape, lost for words.

It broke your heart to see him like that, to know that you were the reason why he was hurting but you had to do it.

Suddenly, someone started banging on the door. “Y/N! Are you okay?! Taehyung, you bastard, open the door!”

Looking away from the door, you looked at Taehyung wo was standing in front of you, his unreadable eyes never leaving yours.

Taking out the key from his pocket, he unlocked the door. Before you could say anything, Jungkook run towards you and engulfed you in his strong arms.

Leaning back a little bit, he placed his hands on your face and asked. “Are you okay?”

Averting your eyes, you nodded weakly. Just when you felt him lunge towards Taehyung, you grabbed his arm and whispered. “Please don’t. Please, let’s.. let’s just go..”

Without looking at Taehyung, you started walking out of the classroom but stopped when you heard his words.

“It will never come out of my mind anymore, don’t worry, Y/N..”

Translation: ONE-Sensei Young Sunday Interview :D

I did my best to summarize this hour-long interview with ONE-sensei, uploaded to YouTube by Young Sunday in March and uploaded to Tumblr by the lovely and talented @one-blog last week. Please note, while my Japanese is decently high-level, I typically translate written Japanese rather than spoken Japanese (which, by its very nature, is harder to translate), so there might be mistakes here or there. That said, I believe I captured the general gist of things. If you’re fluent in Japanese and want to do a more comprehensive translation in the future, please feel free!

EDIT: Here are some more detailed translations of selected parts of the interview, based on Japanese transcripts that @isasm found. :)

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Coming Home Drunk; Tom Holland

Originally posted by spdrparker

  • pairing: reader x tom holland
  • warnings: nah
  • words: 1900+
  • summary: tom knows exactly what to do when you come home intoxicated after a night out, but he doesn’t really understand anything that comes out of your mouth (still adores you though)
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Your arm was lazily slung around your best friends’ shoulder, her choice not yours. You watched the ground in front of you, counting the number steps you took. You managed to reach 23, or maybe 24, before your friend suddenly stopped, causing you to stumble backwards. Her hand on your waist was the only thing that kept you from falling to the ground.

You think she knocked on the door, but you really weren’t listening. You were still staring at the floor. You were easily distracted by the wooden paneled floor that seemed to be moving, not spinning, but moving.

The door opened, revealing a very tired and confused Tom. He rubbed his eyes but when he saw you and your friend his facial features changed from what-is-going-on to oh-boy. Tom held his arms outstretched towards you and you happily fell into them, throwing your own arms around his neck.

“I’ll pray for you,” you heard your friend say and Tom said something else before shutting the door, but again, you weren’t really listening. You had more important things on your mind. Like how warm your boyfriend was and how cold your toes felt against the floor and why were your bare feet against the floor where were your shoes?

Where were your shoes?

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Don’t leave me hanging -Tom Holland

A/N: This was gonna be a shortie with grumpy!Tom but it got kina long and smut-ish?? Also FLUUUF. Enjoy!

I woke up to the sun shimmering into his room, the light playing with the shadows gently while our bodies were tangled in a way that told stories about last night. The sheets were also barely covering us, not like in movies where the main parts are always covered. So I tried to pull the blanket over my chest but it was tightly tucked under his body.

As I layed my hand against his side he flinched away and groaned into the pillow.

“Jesus, you’re hands are freezing.”,he said his voice muffled by the pillow and I chuckled. “Maybe, if you wouldn’t lie on the covers I wouldn’t be freezing. Just a thought.”,I mocked him playfully but he didn’t move. “Move Holland!”,I said finally and pushed my hands against his side and he flinched away again.

“Keep you’re hands to yourself Miss. Or I’ll call the cops.”,he joked with a serious expression and made me laugh. “Shut your stupid face.” I pulled at the blanket and when it finally got free I fell backwards on to the bed which made him laugh. “What’s so funny?”,I said furrowing my brows while sitting up and wrapping myself into the cover, leaving him fully uncovered. He looked over his shoulder because he was lying on his tummy and raised his brows. “You want me to turn over? Alright.”,he said and threw himself onto his back revealing everything. I rolled my eyes and stood up walking to his side of the bed. “Nothing I didn’t see before, pretty boy.”,I said while patting his abs casually. He squinted his eyes and right before I was going to walk away he grabbed my wrist and pulled me on to his body.

“Tom!”,I exclaimed and pressed my hands into the matress so that I was hovering over him. “What?”,he said innocently and you rolled your eyes. “I need to go. I’ll be late to class.”, I explained while pealing myself off of him and he pouted. “Do you have to go?”

“Do I have to go to class to pass my finals and finish college? I don’t know, how do you think it-…”, I started teasing him but he interrupted me by throwing a pillow at me which hit me right in my face.


“I’m not sorry, love.”,he smirked and turned his back on me crossing his arms infront of his chest and lying on his side. “Nice ass.”,I joked to cheer him up but he didn’t respond. “Oh come on Tom. You know I have to.”,I sighed and walked over to him. “Come on give me a kiss.”,I demanded and leaned down. “Don’t leave me hanging.”,I added after a few minutes of silence but he shrugged his shoulders still pouting and didn’t look up. I rolled my eyes and stood back up leaning my hands on my hips.

“I’ll come back after my classes.”,I told him before going in to the bathroom to get ready. He got up and brew some coffee while I was getting ready and the smell of it wandered through the whole apartment. Tom moved out of his parents house after the infinity war movie. Even though he was quite often back at his mum’s house it was nice to have his own place. We had more privacy this way, also his apartment was a little more paparazzi proof which was a big thing for us. After I finished getting ready I walked into the kitchen and found him leaning against the counter with only his boxers on sipping on his hot coffee. I admired his look for a second before I walked over and took his coffe out of his hand to take a sip. “Hey!”,he protested but I put the mug down on the counter and layed my hands on his hips to pull him close to me. I stood on my tipy toes to place a kiss on his lips but he turned his head away and I furrowed my brows. Enough was enough. I squished his face with my hand to keep him steady and pressed a smooch on his lips before pulling away with a big smile.

“You’re dumb.”,he said and wiped his mouth to annoy me but I shrugged it off. “I love you too!”,I called while walking away and put my shoes on.


I came back late in the evening because I had to do some research in the library. Arriving at Tom’s I was absolutely exhausted and tired. I knocked on the door and leaned my forhead against the wood while waiting for him to open up. “Who’s there?”,he yelled and I rolled my eyes and groaned. “Tom, it’s me!”,I answered and knocked again but he didn’t bother opening up. “Come on don’t leave me hanging. I’m really tired. I will leave if you don’t open up.”,I said my eyes still closed and suddenly the door flew open so that I stumbled into his arms.

“Woah. You look like shit.”, he said his arms wrapped around my body and I rolled my eyes.

“Piss off, Holland.”,I said and pushed him away to get into his bedroom. I threw my stuff into a corner and took out some comfy clothes to put on. “I filled the bathtub for you?”,he said carefully and snuck his head through the gap and looked at me, his body still behind the door. “Really?”

“Yeah. I’m only sometimes a dick.”,he said and cracked a half smile. “Only if you join me.”,I said dropping my clothes while making my way to the bathroom.

We were sitting opposite of each other in the hot water smelling of vanilla and orange blossom and we were talking about stuff that happened today. “I got asked for a pic today at least 5 times.”,I said while leaning my head back into the water to get my hair wet. “I’m not even famous. What do they want with it?”,I said and shrugged after thinking about it and not coming to a conclusion. My leg was between his and his was between mine so when I moved my left leg up and down I gently stroked his right leg while he drew circles on my other leg giving me goosebumps. “Were they guys? You’re really pretty today.”,he said and I could hear a tiny bit of jealousy in his voice.

“Two of them were. They told me to tell you that they love you.”,I smiled with a raised brow and he understood. “What can you do. I’m prettier.”,he said shrugging his shoulders. “Shut up.”,I said and splashed a little bit of water his way. Suddenly he grabbed my knees and pulled me towards him so that I was sitting on his lap. “It was mostly stunts today so I’m really sore too.”,he said while placing butterfly kisses down my throat and I put my head in my neck to give him better acces and closed my eyes to enjoy the feeling of his hot wet lips on my skin. “I missed you.”,he added and went to my collarbone and started sucking slightly and a hushed moan escaped my mouth which made him smile. His hands trailed down into the water and between my folds and he started moving his finger in circles. My thighs twitched and I grabbed onto his shoulders to keep myself steady. “I missed you too.”,I moaned and he brought his lips up to mine and kissed me teasingly. “Stop it, Holland.”,I said into the kiss and suddenly he slid two fingers into me and kept circling my clit which made me arch my back. He pumped his fingers slowly in and out and kept kissing me, more passionate this time. I wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled him closer to me. My hand went down to his member and I stroked him slightly. A moan escaped his mouth and I smiled into the kiss while sitting up on my knees so he could position himself at my entrance. I broke the kiss and looked down at him, his head leaned back, his mouth slightly open, breathing heavily. Such a beautiful view. I slid my hands into his hair and tugged at them slightly while he pulled his fingers out of me to replace them with his cock. We both moaned loudly while he pushed himself inside of me and I tugged harder on his hair which made him groan in pleasure.

We didn’t move for a few seconds to enjoy the sensation of filling me out and only our heavy breaths were echoing in the bathroom. “I love you so damn much.”,he said out of breath and I smiled. “I love you too dumbass.”,I answered and began to move my hips slowly up and down while his hands were on my hips improving the movement. I leaned down, my hair falling over my shoulders and started sucking right under his ear where his sweetspot was. “Faster.”,he moaned and his grip on your waste tightened. “If we go faster the water will spill over.”,I said breathlessly and my legs startet trembling.

Suddenly he pulled us up without pulling out and pressed me against the freezing shower wall, my legs wrapped sround his waist. He hit the right spot everytime he pulled out and pushed back in and his pace drove me crazy. “Tom…”,I moaned and tugged at his hair and let my hands trail down his back. He took my bottom lip between his teeth and tugged at it slightly which made me lean in for more. My walls started to clench around him and I was having trouble to hold on. “Babe-…I’m close.”,you moaned into the kiss and he fastened his pace to push me off the cliff. I came moaning and screaming his name and he followed right after me, his pace sloppier this time, doing the same.

We stood there for a couple of minutes, he still inside of me and rode our highs out. As soon as his breath was steady again he leaned in and gave me a kiss on my forehead and pulled out of me. He drained the water from the bathtub and opened the shower to wash us both. We shampood each other and he gave me a relaxing massage before washing all the bubbles away.


After we finished showering we put on some comfy clothes and sat down on the couch to have our take out dinner. I was leaning against his chest while shoving noodles into me. Some old TV-Show was running on TV but we were not really giving it much attention. “You want to do something tomorrow? I heared there is this place perfect for hiking. Beautiful views and waterfalls and stuff like that. I’d enjoy some fresh air.”,I suggested while chewing the last noodles and leaned forward to put the empty box on the coffee table. “I can’t.”,he said and made you look up at him with furrowed brows. “Why? It’s your day off tomorrow. Mine too.”,I pouted and he gently stroked my arm with his hand. “Can I have a kiss before I tell you why?”, he asked shyly and I squinted my eyes and got rid of his hand on my arm. “Thought so.”,he said and looked at the carpet while swinging his foot up and down. “There is this surprise thing at the premier. You have to come with me. Please! It popped up last minute. I swear.”,he defended himself and I rolled my eyes and took my empty food box and his food box out of his hand and walked into the kitchen. “Hey! I was eating that!”,he called after me but I ignored him.

I came back and leaned against the door frame and crossed my arms infront of my chest. “Now it’s my time to be petty, buddy.”,I said and walked into his bedroom and closed the door. “Oh come on now! Don’t leave me hanging!”,he yelled from the living room and you smiled to yourself rememebering the exact same words coming out of your mouth this morning.