do you know how much i stressed over this

i know im a bit late hopping onto the back to school studyblr train, however its never too late for some homework help!! these are just some tips and tricks that i find useful when doing my homework. They work for me, and hopefully they’ll help you out too!!

Organising:

  1. Have a journal: Or any type of planner. I don’t know how these things work for other people, but my school gives out journals for us to use. If yours doesn’t, you should still buy one!! It can be a basic diary, or high end with gadgets coming out left right and centre, but regardless, you NEED one.
  2. Write down the homework you get: The second the teacher hands out homework, write it down. Subject : page and question : due date. It’s so frickin handy to be able to go home, take out your journal, look at the day’s homework and be able to immediately say “this is due tmrw, I better do it now”. It’s just so helpful for prioritising, staying on top of things and, most importantly, not forgetting your homework!!
  3. For long term projects/assignments: Write it in on the list of that day’s homework AND on the day its due!! Once the week is over you’re not going to be checking that page again so you need to have another reminder!!

Planning:

  1. Daily: Figure out how much time you have each day to do your homework. If you know you have basketball training on a thursday night, dont leave all the homework you have due on friday until then. Honestly, it couldn’t be more basic but the amount of people I know who do this on the daily.
  2. Weekly: Try and get all assignments from that week done over the weekend. I always think its far less stressful to start the week with a clean slate. This doesn’t apply to projects and stuff like that, but just the odd question you were given. You know, tidying up loose ends.
  3. Long term projects/assignments: We all know the age old saying “dont leave this til the night before” but, like, seriously don’t lmao. After doing your homework each night, try to do between 15m-1hr of work (depending on how much time you have til the deadline, how big the project is and how much you’ve already done that night).
  4. Write a list: So i have my list of what i need to do from todays homework and the other assignments that have accumulated in my journal. What next?? Write them out in the order you’re going to do them. If you have any short things you can quickly work through, do them first. It shortens your to-do list, gives you feeling of accomplishment and gets you into the swing of things. Next, homework due for tmrw, then the next day, then the next. Last but not least, any projects or long term assignments. Feel free to customize this order to whatever suits you best, but the above works wonders for me.

Random thoughts and tips: 

  1. Eat beforehand: Homework is hungry work, make sure your not going in on an empty stomach because it makes you unproductive and more irritable. Have a glass of water, mug of tea or whatever other drink you like next to you to keep you hydrated. It also stops you procrastinating because you “need” a drink, or “need” a snack. Just start!!
  2. Keep phone/laptop/whatever else ON and next to you: *gasp* i know, i know but honestly keep your device by you. Put it on silent, but have it so that you can do a bit of googling if needs be. Chances are you’ll get stuck on a question and want to look up the answer, or you’ll want some more in depth info on a topic or whatever else. Regardless, you’ll more than likely need it.
  3. Two piles: One for unfinished homework, one for finished. Keeps you organised AND it feels amazing to see the “to do” pile decrease and the “done” pile increase.

Most importantly: TEACHERS UNDERSTAND. You left your book in school, you got hours of homework from every teacher, you forgot your bag on the bus, or you simply just didn’t remember. If you generally have your homework in on time and are a good student, they’ll understand, it happens to the best of us. 

Hope these tips helped and maybe even gave you a bit of motivation!! Feel free to message me if there are any bits of this post that don’t make sense or if you have any thoughts/ideas :)))

here on the studyblr community especially, i see many lovely people with lovely posts and other lovely people who stress over whether their work is ‘aesthetic’ enough or not. please keep the following tips in mind when trying to balance aesthetic and functionality. 

*important

you absolutely positively do not need a certain brand of stationery to have studyblr aesthetic and please do keep in mind the actual purpose of your studyblr: to motivate yourself, to serve as something to look back at to see how much you’ve accomplished. having a studyblr isn’t all about having perfect notes and nice pens so please please please don’t stress over that.

rewriting notes

i plan on making a more specific post on note taking later on but these tips are specific for addressing this issue. i know a lot of people who rewrite notes to make them look pretty and some of them say that it helps them remember things better. please do keep in mind that the main purpose of your notes is to function as something to study off of later and to help you record and remember important information, not to look aesthetic all the time. i personally refrain from rewriting notes because it’s time consuming and really doesn’t help me that much. to help remember the material better, i highlight the key parts of my notes a few days before a test (can’t highlight immediately after anyways because of ink smudging problems ughhhh). it also helps to look over your notes and for more lengthy units, to make ‘review sheets’ based on the basic summary and main ideas.

stationery

i love nice pens just as much as the next stationery obsessed person (maybe a little more), but please don’t feel pressured to buy a bunch of stuff just because you’re starting a studyblr. your hard work will motivate you and others just as well with the $1 pens as with the $10 pens, i promise. if you really want to buy stationery because you earnestly love it then go ahead and buy it instead of feeling self conscious and awkward like ‘i like it a lot but other people might point me out for having nice stationery if i buy it’. if you really want to buy nice stationery but don’t have enough money (nothing to be ashamed of at all) try looking for cheaper alternatives. you can still be practical and on a budget and have nice, functional stationery. please remember that as long as it does it’s job, it’s gonna work, so try to work with you have. maybe you’ll end up liking the style or grip of the brandless pen more than the one of the brand name pen. 

cuteness

alright, let’s get to reality guys. people try to make their work look cute and successfully achieve that part but when they go back to actually read the material or go over their notes, start squinting over the words with adorable little bunnies around them or get distracted by the beautiful loopy swirls instead of paying attention to the actual information. please remember that functionality comes first! some ways you can make your work look nice but not too overwhelming would be to add small doodles relating to the concept on the side (helpful with remembering and cute!), maybe add a few colors (personally i feel adding too much color is super duper distracting so i stick to simple, similar color schemes but if you have a helpful color coding system then go ahead and rock your work in the rainbow~), and sticky notes are great for adding additional information or making tiny little note here and there and sort of ‘isolating’ those parts on a separate square if that makes sense.

handwriting

okay, i have seen this around tumblr way too many times. often, people think that their handwriting isn’t nice enough and feel that they have to re-do everything over and over again until it’s perfect. please do keep in mind that your handwriting is beautiful just the way it is and that it’s a unique little part of you that expresses who you are. seriously, if you hung up your handwriting along with a billion others, anyone would be able to recognize that it’s yours because its so special and individual. it doesn’t help to practically disown your handwriting and constantly put yourself down because of it. instead, embrace it and use it proudly. however if you feel that there are some areas where it causes problems you want to improve, such as the fact that your teacher can’t read it, try to make your letters more clear, space them out more, and make them bigger or smaller so that they’re easier to read. 

additional note

these are the four main issues i’ve seen around, and i just really felt like they needed to be addressed and given tips for. also i really need to add this one part for people who have nice things and font-like handwriting: there’s no need to be ashamed or to feel guilty for having those nice things and that kind of handwriting. if you have the resources then do what you want to do. this is for people out there who obsess over these things too much and get upset if they don’t fit an ideal standard of ‘studyblr aesthetic’.

good luck. you can do this!! ~hana from kageyama-studies

oh my my

hi! here it is! the third part to let’s hurt tonight. the first two parts are linked below if you missed them! i hope you like it, only two parts left!

let’s hurt tonight | future looks good

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The drive home wasn’t pleasant and it wasn’t something you were accustomed to driving through in California. In fact, now that you think about it, you’re not sure you’ve ever driven in a storm like this. The rain fell down in sheets so heavy your windshield wipers couldn’t keep up. You had to keep your hands firmly on the wheel when wind threatened to push you into another lane. You held your breath every time your car hydroplaned for a few seconds, taking all your self control not to slam on the brakes. Lightning flashed and thunder rumbled as you finally pull your car into the garage, close to 12 AM. With a sigh, you shut the car off and grab your things, fumbling with the keys in the lock. The door gets stuck and you push it a few times before it gives and you practically fall through the threshold.

Candles are lit all around the house and its a moment before you realize the power’s out. Harry walks into view, phone in hand, looking panicked, “Where have you been?”

You frown, “Work.”

He raises his eyebrows, “You were at work until 12:00 AM?”

“Actually it was more like 11:15…” You trail off when you see the look on his face, “What? There’s only a month until this trial I need all the time I can get.”

“You could’ve at least called! Do you know how worried I was? I thought you were wrapped around a tree somewhere.”

“I’m sorry, my phone died and the power in the office went out.”

“You couldn’t have borrowed someone else’s phone?”

“I was the only one left in the office.” A lie, but you didn’t think now was the best time to tell him you and Ron had been alone in the office all night with nothing but candles to light the room.

He gives a short laugh, “Of course, of course you were the only one left, you’re the only one crazy enough to stay at work that late especially when there’s no power.”

“Don’t be an asshole, Harry.”

“Me? I’m the arsehole right now? You’re six hours late and you didn’t even call.”

“And I said I was sorry!” You walk past him and start up the stairs, rolling your eyes when you hear his steps echo your own.

“You always say you’re sorry, but you never mean it. You just keep doing the same things. When was the last time you got home at a decent hour?”

You round on him, “This is the most important case I’ve ever had! Can’t you just cut me some slack until it’s over?”

He’s a couple steps below you so for once you’re eye level, neither of you yielding to the other.

“I don’t know how much more slack I can cut you when you don’t show any regard for my feelings.” His voice is low and layered with indifference. He’s tired and he can’t fight you anymore.

Maybe if your day had gone different, maybe if you had gotten home earlier, maybe if you weren’t so stressed and frustrated, maybe you would’ve apologized and meant it this time. Maybe you would’ve kissed Harry and told him to come to bed.

But instead, you scoffed, “You’re being ridiculous. You’ll be over this by morning, I’m going to bed.” And you do indeed go to bed, leaving Harry on the stairs.

You’re awake when he climbs into bed and you think it might be the first time he doesn’t reach for you before falling asleep.

***

“They did what?”

Ron throws a pile of papers on your desk and you immediately begin flipping through them, “They changed their story.”

“Why… Why would he do that?”

“Probably because he figured it would be easier for us to catch them in a lie if they stuck with the whole ‘I’ve never seen her in my life’ bit. Oh, and a witness came forward who said she saw the three boys talking to our client during that party and that one of them got her a drink.”

“So we could use that witness to imply that they spiked her drink, just like she said they did.”

“Yeah.” He collapses in his seat, “So this case just got a lot more difficult.”

You quietly scan the papers over as quickly as possible, “They still won’t admit sexual relations with her.”

“Because we have no evidence to prove otherwise.”

“Except her testimony.”

“Mhm.”

You lightly toss the papers and lean back in your chair, “Shit.” You murmur.

Ron runs his hands over his face, “There really was no physical evidence?”

“We’ve been over this, she never went to the hospital, or anyone until days later. She only let me take pictures of her bruises, nothing else. She wouldn’t let anyone touch her.”

He’s quiet a moment, “What about her underwear? What happened to that?”

You flippantly wave your hand, “She never found it, she left… without it.” Your voice trails off as an idea begins to take root.

“Oh!” Ron points to you, “That’s your idea face, I love that face, gimme something good darlin’.”

“Call me darling again and I’ll have you castrated.”

“Yeah, yeah, whatever, I’m a misogynist, you’ve told me a million times, yada yada yada, now what’s churning in that pretty head of yours?” You glare at him. “I meant, in that intelligent, brilliant head of yours.”

You roll your eyes, “I was just thinking that maybe we underestimated these boys.”

He frowns, “I’m not following.”

“What if… what if they took her underwear in case it did have semen on it? What if one of them still has it?”

Ron sits up now, you have his attention, “Do you think we could get a search warrant?”

You shrug, “The judge did give me access to the school’s records of past accusations. He might give it to us, but I don’t know, it’s just a guess.”

He gets up and pulls on his blazer, “Come on, let’s go.” He tosses you your keys, “You’re driving.”

“Where are we going?”

“The judge’s chambers.”

“Oh, okay, yeah that’s super reasonable, let’s just show up unannounced. I’m sure he’ll take that very well.”

He ignores your sarcasm, “He loves us, it’ll be fine.”

***

You try calling Harry in the car because being alone with Ron for so long makes you miss him, but he doesn’t answer.

And you, being so oblivious to others lately, don’t realize that he ignored you on purpose.

***

“Usually it’s the police that come to me asking for a warrant. This is quite unusual.” He looks down at the both of you through his wire framed spectacles.

You knew this would be coming. “Of course, Your Honor, but given that the police were hesitant to even carry out the arrest warrant because of their… connections with the defendants, you can imagine why we’re concerned that they haven’t proceeded with this investigation as thoroughly as they should have.”

“I agree with you, but this also seems like a desperate attempt to get more evidence and it sounds to me like the two of you are struggling to build a case.”

“Not at all, Your Honor, it’s just that most of our evidence is subjective and we know how a jury loves some DNA.”

“You’d be hard pressed to find DNA on that underwear still.”

“Even so, finding the underwear in their possession would be damning enough.”

“And do you have reason to believe one of them has the underwear?”

“When our client awoke after the incident she was never able to find it, so we were thinking it was possible they took it to cover their tracks.”

There’s a long pause, and then he sighs. “I’m going to send three separate warrants for each of the defendants permitting search of their dorm rooms and their cars. I really hope you’re right about this.”

You couldn’t believe your luck, “Thank you, Your Honor.”

You felt like you were walking on air as you walked out of the courtroom, you had a really good feeling about this and your first thought immediately was to call Harry and share the good news. Though, you couldn’t do that in front of Ron who would surely jump down your throat about confidentiality.

***

You practically skipped into the house around 4:30, you and Ron deciding to take the rest of the day off after the success of the search warrant. Her underwear had been found in the trunk of one of the boys’ cars and sent to the lab immediately.

“Harry?” You call through the house, unable to keep the smile off your face.

It’s a few moments before the basement door creaks open and Harry appears, “You’re home.” He frowns.

“Yeah, so are you.” You say, setting your things down and walking towards him, “Why didn’t you go to the studio?”

He shrugs, “Wanted to work by myself today.”

You’re excited to tell him your good news, but something seems off, “Is everything okay?” You reach to put a hand on his arm and he very subtly avoids it, walking by you to the fridge to grab a water. You turn to follow him, confusion and hurt warring on your face. He wasn’t subtle enough.

“Fine,” He says and takes a sip of water, “Why are you home so early?”

You’re still recovering from his rejection, “Um…” He blinks at you. “I’m sorry, I just, something seems off here.”

“Does it?” He says, “I haven’t noticed.” He opens the fridge again and then closes it, “We need groceries.” He goes to grab his keys.

“Can I come with you?” You refuse to sit at home doing nothing knowing something’s wrong.

He looks like he might say no, but then he sighs, unable to say no to you, “Sure.”

Harry turns the radio on almost immediately and turns it just high enough so that talking would be difficult. You reach out to turn down the volume, “Can we talk?”

“About what?”

“About why you’re clearly angry with me.”

“I’m not angry, I’m tired.”

Your eyebrows knit together, “Tired?”

His fingers tighten on the steering wheel, “I’m tired of coming second to your case.”

Realization dawns on you, “This is about last night.” He doesn’t answer. “Harry, I said I was sorry. I even came home early today.”

“And I have no doubt that that decision had nothing to do with me.”

“Does it matter?”

“Yes, it matters! Because you never come home for me. Ron probably gets to spend more time with you than I do. For all I know there’s something going on with the two of you.”

“Now you just sound stupid.”

“Yeah? Why did you lie to me about being alone in the office last night? I know Ron was with you.”

Oh no. “How did you know that?”

“I ran into him this morning when I went to get coffee. Why did you lie to me?” He repeats.

“You were already mad at me and I didn’t want to give you another reason to be upset.”

“So you lied to me? Did you think when I found out I would be happy about that?”

“I didn’t think you would find out.” You said quietly. “But I hate Ron and it’s ridiculous for you to think that there’s anything going on and I know you know that.”

“Maybe it’s ridiculous or maybe you realized you should’ve married a lawyer like Ron so you’d have someone more understanding than me.“

You roll your eyes, “Well, we’re not married yet, so you still have time to change your mind.”

You’re at a red light and he turns his full body to you, “Is that what you want?” He says quietly.

“Of course not!” You throw your hands up in exasperation, “If I wanted to marry a lawyer I wouldn’t have gotten engaged to you! But since you wanna be so damn dramatic about this—”

“You know what, I don’t want to talk about this anymore because you’re just not getting it and I’m tired of talking in circles.” He turns the volume of the radio back up.

You immediately reach out and turn it back down, “So, what? You’re just going to be mad at me forever? Do you want me to quit my job, is that it? You’re asking me to choose between you and my career and we promised we’d never ask that of each other.”

He pulls into a parking spot outside of Whole Foods. “That’s not what I want! I don’t want you to choose! I just want to feel like we’re equally prioritized and right now it feels like you’re picking your career over me.” The car is parked and turned off at this point.

You close your eyes and pinch the bridge of your nose, growing tired of constantly having to defend yourself, “Harry, I’m doing the best I can.”

“What happens when we have kids? Huh? Are you going to abandon them the way you abandon me every time there’s a case that’s more important?”

For a moment, the devastation plays across your face, but then you set your jaw and furiously wipe at the one tear that managed to escape your eyes. “That’s a really shitty thing to say.” Your voice is thick and you get out of the car, slamming the door before walking into the store, Harry trailing behind you. You try your best to look normal because despite Harry’s comment, you don’t want anyone to get a shot of the two of you fighting.

You sniffle as you reach the shopping carts, but the one you want is stuck and you’re getting more frustrated, aggressively trying to separate it from another cart when Harry gently pushes your hands away and pulls it out for you. You sniff again, “Thanks.” You murmur.

You’re both silent as you push through the aisles, each grabbing things you want. You’re grabbing a couple rolls of sushi for dinner because you’re too lazy to cook tonight when Harry finally says something, “I didn’t mean to make you cry.” He says softly.

You place the sushi in the cart and continue pushing without saying anything for a while. Then, “Do you even know how much I love you?”

He sighs, “Yeah, of course I do—“

“Then how could you even say that to me? Abandon you? Abandon our future children? And on top of that you think I would leave you for another lawyer? Is that really how little you think of me?” You’re fighting back tears again in the cereal aisle and Harry steps in front of the cart, to stop you from moving.

When he moves to you and cups your face in his hands, you let him, “I didn’t mean that, I was upset.”

You push his hands away, “People always mean the things they say when they’re upset.” You press the sleeve of your shirt to your eyes before continuing down the aisle.

He makes an exasperated sound from behind and then lengthens his strides until he’s next to you, “Look, I—“ He blows out air between his lips, “I was wrong to say that. I know you would never… I know how much you love me and it was a stupid thing to say. And I hate that I made you cry and I don’t want to fight anymore—We need coffee—It’s just I miss you and things with the label aren’t going well and I just… I just feel like I’m grabbing desperately at the things I love and they’re all falling through my fingers and I don’t know what to do.”

You’re throwing the coffee Harry said you needed in the cart before you turn back to him, “I’m sorry things aren’t going well at work, but you and I both know you’re brilliant at what you do and things will work out. As for me? You’re never going to lose me, Harry. And I don’t know what I have to do to convince you. I mean, I already promised to marry you.” You both smile as you always do at the mention of the engagement. The giddiness never fades. “I’ll spend more time with you when I’m home from now on. No more late work nights until the week of the trial and no working at home, does that seem fair?”

He nods and takes your chin between his thumb and index finger and presses a chaste kiss to your mouth, conscious that people have been watching you since you walked in, “I’m sorry.”

“So am I. And I never want to have this argument ever again.”

“Well thank God because I’m tired of having it.”

You smile and press another quick kiss to his mouth before continuing through the store.

***

“And so,” You pop another piece of sushi in your mouth, “The judge gave us the warrant, the police went to search the properties… and they found her underwear.”

“Really?” He swallows, “That’s great, babe. You have this in the bag then.”

“Not necessarily.” You wanted to talk about the case, but also Harry was looking exceptionally snuggly in a big pink jumper and sweatpants, his hair still a bit damp from the shower he took when the two of you got back from the store. It was ridiculous that he still had this effect on you, even watching him eat his sushi was somehow endearing and distracting.

“…Are you going to elaborate on that?” He asks, trying to hide his smirk when he realizes you’re staring at him.

“I’ve decided I don’t really want to talk about the case anymore.”

He raises his eyebrows, “Really?”

You nod, “Really. Could really use a good cuddle, actually.”

He tosses out your empty sushi containers, “I might know a guy who can help with that.“

You raise your eyebrows, "Oh yeah?”

He nods and grabs your hand before tugging you towards the stairs, “As long as you promise not to leave the bed from now until the morning unless it’s for food.”

You smirk, “Anything else?”

You’re in the bedroom now and he pushes you back on the bed, “Yeah. You let me be the little spoon occasionally.”

He barely let’s you settle yourself before he collapses onto the and wraps himself around you, “Deal.” You agree just as you feel his lips against your skin and his hand slide gently under your shirt to rest on your stomach.

“Your skin’s really soft.” He murmurs and his breath makes goosebumps spread across your body.

“Do you wanna talk?”

He pulls back and looks at you, “About what?”

“You… Your work.”

He raises his eyebrows, “My work? You mean where I spend my days trying to think of more poetic and sonically pleasing ways to convey how much I love you?” He’s kissing your neck again and it’s hard to focus.

“No, I’m serious, Harry.”

He pulls away and rests his head on your stomach, no longer kissing you. You gently run your fingers through his still damp hair to try and soothe him. “I just feel like I’m never going to live up to this pedestal everyone’s put me on. And I hate the idea of disappointing my fans or, well, anyone really. Especially you.”

“Baby, come on, you’re never gonna disappoint me. Let’s be real.”

“I am being real.” You can see this is genuinely bothering him, “I don’t know what to do.”

“I think you should talk to people who know more about this than I do. But if you want my advice, I think the music you believe in has always been your best work.”

He crawls up to you and presses his lips to yours, slow and gentle, “Thank you, love.”

“You’re welcome,” You murmur, "Can I hear any music yet?”

He laughs into your mouth before nibbling on your lower lip, “Absolutely not.” You pout at him and he runs his thumb over your lip, “Stop that.”

You stare him down until you can’t keep a straight face anymore, “Hold me, please.”

He obliges you and reaches to turn on the TV and an argument ensues about which movie to watch, but it doesn’t matter because you fall asleep in his arms a half hour later.

***

Ron walks into your office and sits at the seat across from you. After a moment you look up and notices he’s smiling. Smiling like he did the day the cops found the underwear. You put your pen down and then fold your hands in front of you, “What d’you got?”

“You remember ages ago when we hired a psychologist to evaluate our client, but she refused to go?” You nod, “Well, it looks like she showed up there on her own today to be evaluated.”

You frown, “Is she okay? She wouldn’t have gone there unless she was desperate for help.”

“The psychologist doesn’t think she’s a danger to herself or anything, but she did call me and gave me the results of the evaluation.” He smiles, “Are you ready?”

You stare at him, “Obviously.”

“She has PTSD, the psychologist is willing to testify that if we need her to. She also advised us to be careful during the trial because seeing the defendants may trigger her.”

“What happens if she… gets triggered?”

He shrugs, “Could be anything, panic attack, mental breakdown, flashbacks to that night.” You sigh. “But this is good, I mean, she wouldn’t have PTSD if it didn’t happen.”

You shake your head, “They can argue that it could be from anything, that she had it before that night, even. It might prove she was sexually assaulted, but it doesn’t prove they did it.”

“But with the underwear and everything, I think it’ll put enough doubt in the minds of the jury.”

You nod, “Maybe. It might be enough. Thanks, Ron.” He stands to leave just as there’s a knock at your door and Sophia’s there and someone’s waiting behind her. No, not someone, Harry.

“Sorry to bother you, but your fiancé said he needed to speak with you privately.”

Harry walks in and Ron and Sophia leave, closing the door behind them. You frown and walk towards Harry, “Is everything alright—?”

He grabs you and pushes you against the wall, his mouth colliding with yours in a frenzy. Once the shock wears off, you kiss him back, pulling at his hair. His hands begin to push up your skirt, and that’s when reality comes crashing in and you pull away, “Harry, what are you— What’s going on? Did you come here just to have sex with me? Because you know I’m busy and—“

He sighs, “No, no, I just wanted to start this off positively.”

“What are you talking about?” You’re more confused now than ever.

“Before I tell you, I want you to remember what a loving person I am and how much I care about you—“

“Harry!”

He sighs, “My mum just called and… they didn’t want me to tell you, but her and Gemma have insisted on throwing you a surprise bridal shower—“

Your face falls, “No… No, I don’t want that, didn’t you tell them—“

“I did, but they insisted. They’re also worried because the wedding is in six months and you haven’t picked out your dress yet.”

You open your mouth to defend yourself, but for a few seconds nothing comes out, “I’ve been busy.” You say quietly.

“I know, sweetheart, and I understand, I do, but… They won’t listen to me. And they feel like they have to because of the situation with your— your parents—“

“I don’t have parents.” You say harshly.

Harry just nods, used to the way you react when they’re brought up, “Yeah, that. So… They’ll be coming down next week to help you pick out a dress and then throw you the bridal shower and then they’ll be gone, I promise, just give them two days, Sunday and Monday. Sunday will be the shower and then Monday to pick out a dress, okay?”

You sigh, remembering that you promised Harry you’d put him first sometimes, “Fine, but if I have to take Monday out of work, then I’m staying late Friday to make up for it.”

He raised his eyebrows, “Really? That’s it?”

You frown, “What do you mean ‘that’s it’? Aren’t you mad I’m going to be staying late?”

“To be honest, I thought I’d have to give up my Saturday with you, but this is much better.”

You give him a small smile, “Well get out of here before I change my mind then.”

“Give me a kiss and I’ll be out of your hair.”

“You already got far too many kisses when you first showed up here, if you remember.”

He pouts and comes around the desk to get closer to you, “Just one? Just a little one?”

You laugh and quickly press your lips to his, “Now go.”

“One more, just one more, love?” And he’s kissing you as you laugh until you finally push him away and he backs off, a smile on his face that causes his dimples to make an appearance. “See you at home. Love you.”

“I love you too.” You say before he disappears out the doorway. You look at your desk, an opening statement beginning to be drafted, and then back at the door.

***

“Harry! Wait!” You catch him in the parking lot, out of breath, carrying your belongings. He turns and when he sees you with all your things he smiles. “Let’s go to the beach.”

He walks to meet you and takes a bag out of your hands before kissing you, “That sounds perfect.“

Every Second of Everyday (Dan Howell x Reader)

Originally posted by shinyphan

Hey guys! I’m finally on break and finals are over! (thank lord jesus) so now I will be posting a lot more than I have been so I hope you enjoy and happy holidays!

xxx Megan

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Dan’s POV


 I miss her every second of everyday. I can’t help but wonder what she is doing and most nights I end up punching a pillow or screaming at the top of my lungs thinking about how I treated her. Thinking about how she left one night in tears. Thinking about the disgusting words that left my mouth that I would constantly throw her way. Guilt couldn’t even begin to describe the feeling that was devouring me when I thought about the fear in her eyes every time we were argue. 

 Y/N had left 2 years ago. I could never blame her though. I treated her with such disgrace and constantly regret everything I did to her. At first we were fine, an average happy couple, but then my career exploded and stress was running my life. And unfortunately I would take out all my stress and anger on her. Every night we bickered about something for a good 3 months. Then the bickering formed into top of the lungs screaming at each other until one of us ended in tear or had lost the will to fight anymore. The worst part is she was the one who stopped almost every single time. She was the one trying to desperately fix us and put us back together. And me being the dick I was just decided to ignore her and push her even farther. The night I came home and saw our bedroom only filled with my stuff didn’t surprise me at all. Hell I wasn’t even upset. That was until about a month later where I found the letter in her old underwear drawer.

 Dan,

 I bet you will either throw this in the bin, set it on fire or not even bother to read it but yet here I am writing it anyway. I’m tired. Dan I’m so tired of you complaining about shit and not even realize that the most important thing was broken. Dan Howell I love you so much and I feel like I always will but you are not willing to fight for the most valuable thing in my life. Us. If you’re not going to try to fight then I guess I should just give up too. I know it’s a shitty thing to just pack up and leave but I was already bawling writing this and I have to leave. If I talk to you in person you will make me stay and I can’t keep doing this. We’re broken. I’m broken. I’m done and so is our relationship. I can’t say I wouldn’t miss you holding me or kissing me or even looking at me cause we both know I’d be lying but I am doing this for you. You’re obviously caught up in work right now and I know how much stress and frustration you have bottled up and I know I’m just an obstacle in the way. I love you so much baby and I hope you have a good life without me getting in the way.

xxx Y/n

 I punched a hole in my wall that day. Anger filled my veins at the thought of her crying over an asshole like me, making her think she was justing getting in the way of my life. I loved her with everything I had and still do and yet I left her feeling broken and worthless. I miss her every second of every day. 

 I was currently laying in my bed, alone, staring at a picture of a beautiful couple. It was a tall, dark haired boy smiling down at a perfect girl with y/h/c. He gazed at her lovingly as her eyes were squeezed shut with a wide opened mouth on her face laughing at a dorky joke the boy had tolded her moments before. This was my favorite picture of us. We both looked so innocent and in love. So happy. My thoughts were interrupted as there was knock on my bedroom door.

 “Dan?” I heard Phil questioned on the other side of the door.

 “Yes?” I spoke weakly as I heard the door creak slightly. I heard a sigh escape his lips ashe walked over to me removing the photo from my hands.

 “Still thinking about y/n?” He spoke quietly as I nodded slightly. He frowned slightly looking at the picture shaking his head slightly. Y/n and Phil were so close when we were dating. Besides me she would tell Phil everything but since the letter neither of us had seen her. 2 years she had walked out of our lives and yet both of us remember it like it was just yesterday. Phil shook his head setting the frame down as he gave me a small smile. “Wanna go to the store with me? Get your head off things?” Nothing could make me stop thinking about her. 

 “Sure Phil.” I smiled slightly as I sat up from the bed.



Your POV


 I strolled down aisle 3 searching for eggs. pushing my cart slowly.  My eyes scanned as I felt my phone vibrate in my pocket. I grabbed it quickly answering the phone call, not glancing at the caller ID already knowing who was calling. 

 “Hi honey.” I spoke still looking for the eggs.

 “WHERE ARE YOU?” His phone boomed through the phone causing me to wince slightly

 “A-at the store. We ran out of eggs and the recipe calls for 2…”

 “You knew all my colleagues were coming over at 7 and I told you to have dinner ready by then!” Ryan’s voice was demanding and loud as I reached down finally finding a carton of eggs.

 “All of it’s done except for the cake you specifically asked for!” I spoke harshly into the phone setting the cartons in the cart.

 “Don’t you dare use that tone with me young lady.” He hushed into the phone causing me to roll my eyes.

 “Okay Dad I’m gonna go now see you at home.” I hung up before he could say anything else. Ryan was my fiance, a well paid, intelligent doctor who thinks he is better than anyone who is younger or earns less money than him. Me being 2 years younger and a mediocre photographer makes him feel twice as powerful towards me. We had been dating for a year and a half and to say we weren’t in love with each other is an understatement. The only reason we were getting married was because his parents loved me and told him to “claim me”. Being the suck up he is of course he proposed. And me being the most awkward person just happened to say yes. I was so busy trying to place my phone back in my pocket I didn’t realize I was walking I ran face first into someone’s chest.

 “Sorry about that love.” A thick british accent spoke causing my breath to hitch. I’d know that voice anywhere. 

 I lifted my head up slightly to look at the stranger’s face as I met a pair of two familiar brown eyes.

 “D-Dan?”



Dan’s POV



 “D-Dan?” Her voice squeaked out causing me to freeze. It was her. Here. RIght in front of me.

 “Y-n?” She gave me a polite smile as she looked down at her feet, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear, biting her lip, like she always did when she was nervous. I just wanted to pull her lip from her teeth and kiss her. But I’ll I could do was shuffle awkwardly and place my hands in my pockets.

 “H-how you been?” She asked quietly as her beautiful y/e/c eyes met mine once again.

 “I’ve been better…” I gulped as I saw a streak of guilt fill her eyes. “How about you? How are your photos doing?” She smiled slightly as she nodded slightly.

 “I finally got a job. Somebody saw one of the pictures and fell in love with it so they asked me to join their company.” I grinned at her happily. She had always been struggling trying to get her dream job but I had always told her she could do it. That was until all we did was fight…

 “See! I told you you could do it!” I spoke happily causing her to giggle. Oh how I had missed that sound. “What picture was it?” I saw her face freeze before she whispered 

 “The one of you and I…” I opened my mouth to speak when I heard another voice chime in.

 “Dan I found the… y/n?!” I heard y/n squeal as I saw her jump into Phil’s arms

 “Philly!” 

 I felt a pain in my heart as I watched them hug before she pulled away. Phil looked at her gleaming as he suddenly noticed something that I hadn’t.

 “Are you engaged…?” My eyes immediately darted to her left ring finger where a sparkling diamond ring sat. No. I thought to myself. She can’t be. That should be MY engagment for her. I felt my heart physically break as nausea took over my stomach as I saw her nod slowly. She looked down at her finger before looking up to meet Phil’s gaze again. I felt my eyes become glossy as I looked down at my shoes rapidly blinking trying to keep from crying. Phil seemed to notice my pain as he quickly spoke up. 

 “Congratulations! Well Dan and I should be headed out. We have a bunch of editing to do tonight and we have to watch some new anime episodes as such.” I looked up to see y/n gazing at me sadly as she nodded understandingly. She pulled Phil into another tight hug before turning to me and opening her arms slightly. I wrapped my arms around her petite figure as she hugged me tightly. Her vanilla perfume filled my nostrils as she squeezed me tightly. She pulled away slightly before waving a small wave smiling a little. 

 “Bye guys.” Her sweet voice filled my ears one last time before I saw her turn and continue walking the opposite way. I felt a small tear fall from my eye as Phil placed a hand on my shoulder squeezing in reassurance. 

 “I’m sorry Dan….” He spoke softly causing me to shake my head and wipe my tears.

 “Don’t be…” I spoke, “I’m the one who left her go…”



Your POV


 The radio quietly played in the background as I drove to Ryan and I’s apartment. My mind screaming Dan’s name over and over again. I had never gotten over him and the disappointment in his eyes when finding out I was engaged broke my heart. As I pulled into the parking lot of the apartments I felt my mind become cloudy when I tried to think about why I was with Ryan and not Dan. Dan and I had so much in common while Ryan and I were polar opposites. Ryan didn’t have the sense of humor like Dan did. Ryan didn’t care for me like Dan did. And even though all Dan and I did was fight and bicker, at the end of the day, I didn’t love Ryan the way I loved Dan. I carried the bags of ingredients up to the apartment where I opened the door to reveal multiple doctors and nurses filling up the living room. Sophisticated conversations were being spoken as laughter filled the room. I dropped the bags on the table causing a few to glance over at me and Ryan to notice my arrival.

 “Took you long another! Everyone I would like to introduce you to my friend y/n!” I stared at him blankly

 “Fiance.” I spoke angrily only causing Ryan to roll his eyes and nod softly before grunting out 

 “Yes… my future wife.” I scoffed before turning back to unload the bags when something caught my eye. The walls were empty. Nothing was hung or displayed on any wall of the house,

 “Ryan!” I spoke loudly over the voices making everyone go silent and turn their attention towards me once again.  

 “What?!” He spoke harshly, obviously annoyed by me interrupting his company for a second time.

 “Where did my pictures go?”

 “What pictures?”  

 “Oh I don’t know THE ONES THAT I TAKE FOR MY FUCKING JOB THAT WERE HANGING ON THE WALLS EARLIER!”

 A snotty brunette then piped up.

 “Job? Ryan I thought you said she was a lawyer not a picture taker.”

 “Photographer.” I gritted my teeth trying to calm my anger before turning my attention back to Ryan. “First you don’t want to announce me as your fiance and now you’re embarrassed by my job?!” I shrieked angrily as Ryan just chuckled. 

 “Y/n, I have a very important job and so do all these people. I didn’t feel telling them about your hobbies.” I felt my blood boil as he spoke.

 “Well you know what. I’m sorry I didn’t graduate from a fancy college with a perfect GPA. I’m sorry I don’t make as much money as all of your “perfect” friends but I’m not fucking sorry for who I am or what I enjoy doing. I like my “unimportant” job thank you and I know lots of people who support me.”

 “Oh yeah like who?” 

 “Like Dan…” 

 “Seriously y/n?! You’re bringing up that loser again! He doesn’t do anything either. Worthless piece of….”

 “Don’t you dare finish that sentence Ryan…” I spoke in a low, demanding voice. “Plus I know one thing Dan has that you will never EVER get.”

 “Oh yeah what’s that?”

 I looked down at my ring before sliding it off my finger and slamming it on the table “My heart.”

 “Y/n you’re gonna regret this…” I shook my head staring at him dead in the eye

 “Actually this is the best decision I’ve ever made. Have fun at your fucking party Ryan.” I pushed through the crowd grabbing my keys and open the door as I hear Ryan call from behind me.

 “You walked out that door y/n you can never come back. Do you hear me?! You can just send someone to get all your shit.” I stopped dead in my tracks before calling back.

 “Gigi will be here tomorrow to pick it up.” As I walked out slamming the door. I quickly rushed down the stairs as I reached my car hopping in and rushing down the street driving to the first place that popped into my head…



Dan’s POV


 “Phil make some popcorn!” I shouted from the living room as I searched through the TV for the episode we were gonna watch when I was interrupted by a knock at the door. Who would be delivering something at this hour I thought as I slowly stood up and walked down the stairs. I reached the door unlocking it slowly to be met with a petite girl. Tears filled her y/e/c eyes as her y/h/c hair was tangled slightly. I opened my mouth slightly as I stared at her standing at my door. I never thought I would something as beautiful as this moment. Even with her ratty hair and her makeup slightly smudged under her eyes she still managed to be the most breathtaking thing I’ve ever laid eyes on. I felt a smirk creep on my lips before I let out one of my remarks trying to lighten the mood.

 “Long time no see.” She giggled under her breath before I heard her mumble.

 “God I’ve missed you.” Before I could respond I felt her grab my shirt and tug me toward her. I felt her moist lips connected with my slightly chapped lips as the taste of her cherry chapstick invade my mouth. My hands found her waist as I tugged her inside with my closing the door by pushing her back against it. I tugged on her bottom lip as I pulled away smiling. She giggled resting her forehead on mine as I whispered.

 “I thought you were engaged?”

 “I was.” I grinned before reconnecting our lips

 I missed her every second of everyday. That was until she was mine again. I ended up marrying that girl. To ensure, that I wouldn’t have to miss her anymore.

Project for Jack!

PLEASE READ THIS YOU MAY BE INTERESTED.
ENDS OCTOBER THE 16TH

While Jack is away on tour for the “Ready Player 3″ I wanted to do something to show him how much we respect him and so he knows that he SHOULDN’T be stressing over this. 

Thank you to the help from @aquilacalvitium and @starlightcrystalgem I know what I am planning on doing for him. 

I am still not 100% sure whether I will make this into a video or do it in collages or something - it depends on how many people want to do this.

If you do want to be apart of this and you do know what you want to do PLEASE MESSAGE ME (I’m friendly) so I can note down your name, what your doing etc. 

If you are shy and dont want people to know who you are you can do it anonymously in my ask (but theres no need to be shy <3) 


I want to do a collage type thing. I will do all of the nitty gritty things, all I need you to do (if you want to be involved) is do one of these things:

1. Take a picture of yourself with something you would like to say to jack on it or tell me what you want to put on it and I will add this for you PLEASE TELL ME YOUR NAME OR ADD THIS ON.

2. Tell me something you would like to put on this (if you don’t want to show your face) and I will add a background and put your kind words on it I NEED YOUR NAME.

3. Draw some fanart or do something like this (basically it can be anything such as poem, drawings or anything else u creative people can think of) I NEED YOUR NAME 

4. Or literally ANYTHING you think is a good idea to put into this.

REMEMBER TO TELL ME YOUR NAME :D 

I am more then happy for people to ask me if you could do something that ISN’T on this list, I will more then likely say yes (tbh this is all I could think of) 

Again this ends October 16th as this is when I will be uploading it. (Quite late on however)


I hope I included everything PLEASE ASK ME IF YOUR CONFUSED OR NEED MORE INFO.

And this is pretty much starting now! :D 


Tagging people who MAY be interested, can spread the word or want to help already!

@katielovesyoutubers35 @septiceye-girl @planet-kayde @freshdreamlandblizzard @aesthetiixbeth @nortyourself @itsbigbunny @treblejess @antismantii @chase-brody-protection-squad @marielgum @monicanerd @thereisnoneedtocallmesir @fear-is-nameless @magic-marvin-protection-patrol @robthezombie-support-squad @jackieboy-man-support-squad @anti-support-group @painofbeingafinnishfangirl @ego-protection-squad @schneeplestein-support-squad @jacks-support-group @irosl6

Feel free to tag people… Shall we start? :D 

IF YOU DONT KNOW WHAT TO DO BUT WANT TO JOIN MESSAGE ME ANYWAY SO I CAN NOTE U DOWN

anonymous asked:

Headcanon's on Lloyd and his dad or just family in general?

hi yh sorry I haven’t posted any headcanons in a while I think you sent me this like 34 years ago I’m so sorry ajdjsj

  • Lloyd: dad can I go fight the serpentine by myself
    Garmadon: what did Misako say?
    Lloyd: mom said no
    Garmadon: then why should I say yes?
    Lloyd: because she’s not the boss of you
    Garmadon: this is a trap this is a trap this is a trap this is a t
  • literally so many dad jokes Lloyd is like what did I do to deserve this
    • “hi green ninja, I’m dad.”
    • “what’s the best time to go to the dentist? tooth-hurty”
    • “you were in the serpentine war, did you ever get shot in the army?” “no, I got shot in the leggy”
    • he’s probably the one that taught Zane “dab me outside” *unauthentic air horn*
    • he does it to all the ninja so here’s exclusive footage of them recounting their experiences
    • Lloyd gives in eventually and this is the result, Garmadon is the one with the violin
  • Lloyd: hey noah fence but what the f
    Garmadon: LLOYD
    Lloyd: …….. frozen yogurt. fart. fork. frog. what the frog.
  • Garmadon is like “I know the perfect way to make it up to Lloyd and bond with him” and he’s like “I know he loves video games” so he comes home with a step dance mat for them to have dance battles and Lloyd cries because it’s perfect and he loves it
  • Misako: I love my son I would never let anything harm him or leave him for anything in the world
    Lloyd: *looks into the camera like he’s on the office*
  • when Misako isn’t home
  • Misako: *answers phone* hello?
    Lloyd: mom where are you
    Misako: I just got back from the store but I think I forgot something
    Lloyd: yeah you forgot me
  • when Lloyd was little he was a brat bc he was tryna be evil, so every time Misako cooked dinner he’d be like “I hate this I’m not eating it your cooking is gross” so she’d be like “fine but you’re not allowed anything else for the rest of the day >://” but when Lloyd goes to bed garmadon sneaks in with a McDonald’s for him and Lloyd is like >:3c
  • Garmadon: Lloyd, lemme see what you have
    Lloyd, running: a knife!!
    Garmadon: n O
  • “so dad you love me right? and you know how like. there’s been lots of stress over the past while and. I love you so much and you also love me right we’re a forever happy father and son who never get mad at each other. not that I’m trying to manipulate any feelings here!! haha who would do that. anyway so, theoretically, say for whatever reason I had blown up the microwave-”
    • Garmadon just goes “I’ll be honest with you Lloyd I blew up the microwave 3 weeks ago please don’t tell your mother”
  • Garmadon: Lloyd you’ve been hiding in there for hours, come out of the closet!
    Lloyd, from inside his closet: I’M GAY!!
    Garmadon: that’s not what I meant but I support you!!
  • Lloyd has like 7 years of piggybacks to cash in so he gets piggybacks everywhere
  • *when Lloyd was born*
    Garmadon: I want to see my little boy
    Misako: here he comes!!
  • “dad I am 3 years old I don’t know how to do taxes” “I’m like 200 years old and I still don’t know how to do taxes it doesn’t get any easier”
  • some villain: you’re an awful leader Lloyd you’ll never be anything
    Lloyd: SAY THAT TO MY FACE
    Garmadon: Lloyd it’s not worth the energy, just ignore it
    some villain: yeah, listen to the old man haha!
    Garmadon: whAT DID YOU JUST CALL ME?? OLD MAN?? SON, WATCH HOW AN OLD MAN KICKS ASS
  • hide and seek from Misako except she doesn’t know they’re playing hide and seek so they’re just hiding from her for hours and she eventually finds them in the store room eating three (3) tubs of ice cream
  • real talk Lloyd is stressed 24/7/365 so garmadon has to make him chill
  • Lloyd thinks Garmadon is the oracle of wisdom and he is in a lot of ways but I’ll be honest 30% of it is bs
    • like team wise and powers and emotional support garmadon is sorted he can give Lloyd everything he needs, but when it comes to life advice he has no idea what he’s doing so he’s just like ah,,,, yes,,,,,,,, well I’ll let your mother tell you what she thinks and then I’ll give you my take on what she says
  • *in battle*
    Garmadon: prepare for trouble, make it double!
    Lloyd: dad that's… what the bad guys say
    Garmadon: can you really blame me Lloyd
  • they’re sparring and garmadon is like “don’t go easy on me I can take it ;))” so Lloyd is like “aight” and roundhouse kicks him straight in the jaw
  • someone: how come you both have grey hair when your son is so young
    *Lloyd comes running past screaming with an armful of sweets and his sword as the entire kitchen sets on fire*
    Garmadon & Misako: haha no idea :’’’’’)
  • if you think that Lloyd is gonna prank his dad and almost give him a heart attack every time then you are correct
  • Lloyd: hey dad I’m leaving the room for 3 seconds please don’t embarrass me in front of all my friends ok
    Garmadon: got it no problem
    Also garmadon: *gets out all of Lloyd’s baby videos including one of him singing the “gotta go my own way” duet from hsm to himself in the mirror, trying to do both parts on his own*
  • Garmadon gave him his gi, right? nice sentiment, right? WRONG Lloyd is like “why am I perpetually cursed to always be expected to fight in clothes that are too big for me Zane didn’t die for this"
  • Kai is Garmadon’s favourite ninja don’t tell anyone but it’s bc he was a big brother to Lloyd when he really needed him and he’ll never be able to thank him enough for that. also it was really funny when Kai tried to fight him and it still makes him laugh
  • Lloyd has no life experience and Garmadon teaching Lloyd to drive was one of my favourite fandom jokes ever and I can’t do it justice so I won’t talk abt that one
    • however Garmadon does make a list of things he feels is necessary for him to learn:
    • flossing
    • how to cook blindfolded just in case you are temporarily visually impaired after battle
    • where he keeps the recipe for his cookies
    • be careful who you trust with a secret handshake
    • how to cut your hair 101: don’t. go to a hairdresser or ask Misako.
    • what to do if you accidentally iron a hole in your gi
    • how to knock someone out using only a cotton bud
    • how to tie your shoes bc Lloyd you can’t live in velcro shoes for your whole life they’re not very stealthy
    • why it’s bad to join a cult and get a tattoo
    • how to not go bald and make wu jealous
    • the perfect Intense voice for dire situations
    • dramatic monologues

Ask me ninjago headcanons!

Our experience at Dashcon 2014

I’ve been trying to decide whether or not I actually want to talk about our Dashcon experience.  If you know us IRL you’ll know that my wife and I recently went on a trip to Canada/Chicago purely to attend Dashcon.  And following what happened with the convention, I was in two minds.  Do we simply wash our hands of the whole situation, or do we talk about what happened?

Given that my wife received an anonymous message on her blog telling her to go and hang herself, I was leaning more toward the former.  I almost wanted to pretend like we were never there.  But after reading almost everything about the disaster, I think there are a couple of things that need to be said from our perspective.

Keep reading

All yours

Request: I like your writing so much! Could you write something where the reader and Peter Parker fight, but he apologises and they end up together or something like that?

Note: I love working on your requests, so don’t be afraid to send me more. I also appreciate every single like or reblog my posts get, it makes me so happy that people actually read my stuff . Enjoy !

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,,How long are you planning to ignore him?“ MJ asks you while hiding her face behind one of her many books. You just shrug your shoulders and continue picking on your food, not feeling hungry at all. Normally you would sit with Ned and Peter, talking about everything and nothing at the same time. Sometimes each of you would just enjoy their food in a comfortable silence, on other days you would joke around so much that your whole stomach hurts from laughing too much. Those are your favourite days, because it made you forget how distant Peter has been lately and how many times he denied your offer for watching a movie or to study together.
Since Peter and you got into a huge fight two weeks ago, none of you talked to each other and you started to spent your lunchtime with MJ, who is also a nice company. She doesn’t talk much but she’s always listening and probably gives the most honest answers you’ve ever heard.
,,I don’t know, I have to get over him and I know exactly that I can’t do that if I talk to him everyday.” You finally answer while thinking about his smile, and how much you miss to see it. Even Ned noticed the tension between Peter and you, giving you confused glances but you’d always shrug it off. Ned is more a best friend and loyal to Peter than to you, which is totally okay but you don’t want to tell him anything cause otherwise Peter is going to know it too.
You still remember how everything started, how stressed and grumpy Peter was. He came to school, big backs under his eyes from sleepless nights. He didn’t say Hi to you, treating you like air. You thought he just had a bad day and let it pass, but when he started to ignore you more often you confronted him. He said he was tired and wanted to be alone, something your best friend never said before. He never pushed you away like that, and seeing him in school laughing with Ned made you so mad.
So you tried to talk to him again, and this time he used his internship as an excuse and that he is sorry but has no time to hang out.
That was two weeks ago, and since that day none of you have spoken a word.
It brakes your heart to not hear his voice anymore or to laugh with him about some stupid comment Ned made.
When you see him in school, you always try to walk past him without making eye contact, deciding he can come to you this time. But nothing happens, and day after day you feel your heart breaking more. You thought that Peter liked you too, at least like a friend.
You started to make new friends at school, something you never considered as an option before. It has always been Peter and you.
You even hang out with Flash a few times during lunch, but you hated it.
,,You two are friends, don’t be so stubborn and ruin your friendship with him just because he’s treating you like shit. He will come and apologise sooner or later, can’t you see how he looks at you?“ MJ looks up from her chemistry Book and turns to the next page, eyes already glued on the paper.
,,There’s the point, he’s not looking at me at all.” You mumble frustrated before getting up and leaving an eye rolling MJ behind. You decide to spend the rest of your break on your locker, to make it more organised and nice.
You order your books in silence when you suddenly hear someone walking down the hall, turning your head into the direction.
Standing there is no one else than Peter Parker himself, with his hands next to his side and a clenched Jaw.
,,Y/N we have to talk.“ He sounds so confident and serious, something Peter normally struggles with. He always sounded shy but smart, choosing his words carefully.
,,I don’t think so.” You shut your locker and start to walk into the other direction, not feeling ready to face and forgive Peter yet. It kills you to leave him behind, but you felt so sad and lonely the last weeks, all because of him.
,,You can’t just ignore me !“ He shouts and you freeze, taking a deep breath.
,,Oh I can’t? And what about you? What gave you the right to ignore me !” You shout back, getting angrier the more you think about it.
Peter doesn’t move as well but his eyes never leave yours.
,,I had my reasons and you know that! You’re acting like a child, it’s ridiculous.“ He shakes his head and you start to walk towards him, your knuckles white from digging your nails into your palm.
,,I can’t believe you’re really saying that. No reason can be good enough to hurt his best friend like that! Do you know how lonely I felt? I don’t think anyone ever hurt me that much, and I expected someone else to do that but not you!” You are no longer shouting, but the disappointment and anger lingers in your voice and clearly can not be overheard.
,,I already apologised and explained to you that I can’t hang out because of the internship, you don’t understand how-“
,,No.” You interrupt him coldly.
,,I truly don’t understand. I don’t understand how you can ignore me, but laugh with Ned as if nothing happened. And I can’t understand why an internship is stopping you from talking to me in school, or even looking at me. If you don’t want to hang out with me, have the guts and say it straight away instead of making such a lame excuse.“ You swallowed hard and bite your lip, finger pointing to his chest. you don’t like the way this conversation is going but Peter sounds so egoistic and ignorant. You feel like he doesn’t like you anymore.
,,Why don’t you go to Flash and hang out with him then? Looks like I’m not longer enough for you anyway. ” Peters veins start to grow with every minute you’re arguing and his head turns a light shade of red.
,,What?“ You stumble in disbelieve.
,,Do you really think I don’t see how you two look at each other? You ditched me to show him something ! And than you’re mad at me for ignoring you? I have better stuff to do than watching the girl I love smiling for a guy who doesn’t deserve her! ” Peters whole body is tensed and you’re taken back by his words, mouth slightly open but no words come out. You have never seen Peter like that before, he never shouted at you or gave you the fault for something. His harsh tone makes you completely forget that he said that he loves you, something you’ve been dying to hear.
,,That was weeks ago! and I’m not hanging out with Flash, well at least I wasn’t before you cut me out of your life.“ Your hands gesture wild between the two of you and your voice cracks at the end, you are tired of fighting and are close to crying.
,,I ignored you because I had to! You don’t understand. Do you think it’s easy for me to not look at you, listen to your voice and laugh at your stupid jokes? You are all I think about, I can never get you out of my mind. But I can’t risk loosing you as friend, I had to get away from you to clear my mind. How am I supposed to get over you when we are always together?” He sinks his head and runs a hand threw his messy curls.
,,You never lost me until now.“
Your answer makes his head pop up again and he narrows his eyes, this time he is the one to question your words.
,,You heard right. I want you, I want you so bad. I want us to be more than friends, more than this.” You show between the two of you before continuing.
,,but I am so hurt. I still can’t understand how you could do that to me. Even when you were all over Liz I stood by your side, supporting you with all my heart even tho it was killing me! How can you be so selfish, the Peter I know would have never done that.“ A single tear slips out of your eye and you rub it away, but it doesn’t goes unnoticed by the boy in front of you. His face softens instantly and the bad feeling in his stomach increases by ten. He hates to see you cry, and knowing that he is the reason for it makes him feel like the baddest person alive.
,,I’m sorry Y/N. But Stark told me to get over you so I could concentrate on my work again. I messed everything up that I touched because my mind was always stuck on you. I know it’s no excuse to end the contact with you, but I had to get away from you. I never planned for it to go that way, but I, I just didn’t know how I should concentrate on anything else when I’m hanging out with you. When I saw you with Flash I felt so jealous and hurt that I said some things I didn’t meant that way, but I was too stubborn to apologise. And that was so, so wrong of me. Even now, I never wanted to shout at you but you drive me insane. I can’t have you as my friend any longer, it’s killing me to be close to you without being able to kiss, less touching you. I know I screwed up, but I hope you feel the same and forgive me someday. I just want you to know that I am truly sorry and realised I was wrong.” He looks you in the eyes one last time before turning around to make his way into his next class, and the chaos in your head is getting the best out of you. Your mind is racing and processing everything Peter just said. Peter Parker, your crush since primary school confessed his feelings to you. Your head feels dizzy from all the arguing, but before Peter complete disappeared from your view you made up your mind.
,,Parker.“ Is all you say. He stops in his tracks, eyes looking at you from over his hanging shoulders.
,,I forgive you.” The words slip out of your mouth and all your anger is gone, remembering MJ’s words to not be stubborn. Peter apologised and opened up to you. He might made a mistake, but your heart craves for him too much to not forgive him.
,,Are you s-sure?“ Suddenly the shy Peter is back and his eyes widen in shock, face all pale.
,,Yeah. I can understand how you feel, but it’s still no apology for how you treated me. But you apologised and try to make up for your mistake, and we’ve gone threw too much to end things like that. Plus you can be extremely lucky that I fell for you as well, otherwise I would still be mad. ” you cross your arms over your chest and observe the boy in front of you.
,,I will never do that again.“ He whispers while slowly walking towards you, every step taken with care.
,,so you really want to be mine?” He asks insecure while taking your hand. His hands feel a bit sweaty and warm, but you still take it with excitement in your stomach, yours not feeling any better.
,,If you claim me as an object, yes.“ You joke to brake the tensed atmosphere and Peter lets out a shaky laugh while giving you his prettiest smile you’ve ever seen, because it is only for you.
Your eyes wander from his lovely brown eyes to his lips who are slightly chapped.
His eyes do the same, and before you two have any time to adore the others faces more you feel his lips on yours.
He kisses you so carefully that your lips barely touch, more stroking each other. Both of your eyes are closed and you enjoy the feeling of Peter being this close, taking his scent in.
Your one hand grabs the fabric of his sweater while your other hand wanders up to his neck, finding the right place to rest on.
His hands do the same by cupping your face and feeling your hot skin.
Peter tastes like peppermint gum and you welcome his attempt to kiss you by deepening it. Peter gets your signal and takes all his courage by fighting for dominance, wanting the kiss to feel as perfect for you as it does to him.
After some time you two pull away to catch your breaths, your noses touching while your lips are only inches apart.
,,Miss Y/L/N and Mister Parker aren’t you two supposed to be somewhere else than kissing here?” One of your teachers approaches you two and you instantly blush, hiding yourself behind Peter.
He is embarrassed as well, but just nods.
,,Yes we are, and I am sorry for that. We will go to our lessons now.“ Peter grabs your hand and gently intertwines your fingers with his before walking the long corridor down.
,,By the way I am not sorry.” He makes a corny remark that makes you laugh and you just kiss his lips once more, not getting enough of them like an addict.
Luckily you two have physics together and your teacher is always late, so there is a light chance of staying out of trouble.
But even if you’d get caught, you don’t mind.
You’re finally with the boy you love, being able to call Peter Parker all yours.

I, like most people, had those years where you just don’t know what happened that caused you to suddenly lose your motivation to study and do work at all. You know, that moment where you wonder what happened to the student who always brought home straight A’s and the one teachers always liked and talked about, but then you realize that sometime in late elementary/middle school/puberty etc. something major happened that caused some serious procrastination. Here are some of my tips to prevent this and get back on your feet just in time for higher schooling platforms (if you’re still a youngin and/or college time)!

before it happens 

  • go over your current daily routines. what happened to me was glacial- some people will notice themselves slowly slipping, but others will see a subtle change until it’s too late. if you notice that you’re somehow sinking, going over your current daily routines will show you just how much order you have in your life 
  • go to your “mind palace” and map out a timeline. this is optional but “retracing your steps” can help with knowing what not to do and how to fix certain things
  • the “what if?” method. i’m going to call this the what if? method: getting ahead of yourself and thinking of what your life would be like in an x number of years (ex.: i was a freshman in high school and weirdly started stressing about college applications, dorms, scholarships, etc. even though i didn’t have to stress about those until junior year). you know when you think of conversations with people in your head and already think of snarky responses to what they would say if *this* happened? do that with studying. it’s better to be prepared and kind of the know the outcome than to be unprepared and throw you off

how to get your mojo back!

  • decide on what you want to do to achieve your goal. in my experience and personal kind of biased opinion, this is the only real motivation you have because you are the only one who decides what you want to do with your life. this in no way means to decide on your major in college or what job you want!!! consult the “what if?” method and think of those concept text post memes on tumblr and how you’d get there
  • find inspiration! personally, i got back on my feet (still trying) by looking at some studyblrs and starting my own. find something (or someone) that inspires you to get back on your feet and stand your ground when it comes to studying
  • start a routine you are comfortable with and stick to it. start thinking of your daily patterns and organize it. i started my routine by having a trial week with my new schedule just so i could edit it as i went along and then sticking to it
  • get a planner and/or a calendar. write down all your assignments and their due dates as you could forget and this helps with time management (consult your daily routine and decide on time blocks for your assignments) the planner doesn’t have to be fancy as it’s more for convenience than luxury and you could get some at WalMart for $10 or less. calendars would come in handy when you have events or long term projects etc. as calendars are (mostly) large and catch the eye easily
  • start all your work the day it is given to you. if the assignment isn’t due the next day, you don’t even have to finish it but it’s easier to finish a chunk of it just in case something comes up the following days and you can’t finish it without pulling out a red bull and an all nighter
  • turn! in! all! your! late! work! ASAP! if you had any late work, turn them in immediately. partial points is better than none, but if you’re okay with not turning them in because your grade is at a point you’re happy with or they don’t count as much as the teacher says, then that’s fine. although it’s better to have some more grades in the gradebook in case you flop a quiz or something, but even then, at least do the homework for practice
  • get the amount of sleep you know you are able to function properly with.  you don’t have to have 8+ hours of sleep daily but it’s preferable. if you know you can function properly and stay awake with just 5 hours of sleep, then that’s fine. figure out your sleeping pattern and catch up on sleep on the weekends if you need to. don’t always pull all nighters because you’d just be drained of all your energy
  • organize your study space. decluttering my room and adding some hella nice smelling candles definitely helped me center my energy and get me going so organize and tidy up your study space so you don’t have to spend 15 minutes looking for certain things and getting sidetracked
  • prepare yourself and your materials. know what you need to study beforehand and take out the materials you need before you start diving into your studying, even get some snacks and eat dinner beforehand so you don’t have to interrupt your study time. and before you head to bed, pack up your backpack, make your lunch, fill up your water bottle, plan your outfit, write in your planner, etc. so you’d be ready to go the next morning and not stress over having to rush to get to school
  • start to cut down on the social media. this was my biggest problem and it’s still a hard habit to try to stop, but start to be independent without your phone. keeping it on silent or shutting it off when you’re doing your work can help with your concentration and if deleting some apps helps you then go ahead. you don’t have to stop social media if you don’t want to because i know we all keep up with our friends and classmates through apps but lessen your time scrolling through instagram 

additional tips/reminders

  • your grades do not define you! know that you tried your hardest and that D you got on that one quiz will not affect your future as hard as you’d think
  • study smarter, not harder. spending 2 hours reading history notes that you don’t understand will not help you retain the information so find a way that helps you remember things and spend less time reading the same thing over and over again
  • if you want it, go get it. motivate yourself! your future is just as important as the next person’s and be confident in what ever you have to do to get to your goal (except if it’s illegal. keep it legal and sane)
  • life is hard and it doesn’t always turn out the way we want it to. sometimes our hardest is not enough but even then, it’s okay. as long as you are happy and enjoying your life, even though you didn’t get that degree you wanted, it’s alright and you did good. 

Wish these tips helped! some of these tips might not work out for some of you but that’s fine as this was my personal experience, but I still hope this could somehow help! feel free to drop by my inbox if you have any questions (or concerns)!

About Repost, Copies and Traces.

Hi guys, I’m here to talk about an issue that bothers me a lot and I hope you understand. It’s happening a lot that my work is being reposted, copied, and even TRACED OVER without giving credit. It’s so frustrating, because each time I have to go and send a message to those users and be mean about that stuff, because, I consider that stealing my work. Yes, stealing, each time someone goes and respot or copies my art, It’s only doing me harm. I draw because I love it, and I try to do my best and put all my love on every single illustration I make. But, when this happens, they take my time and energies explaining over and over again, that the only one who has any right over my work is me. I mean, I work my hardest to make art and it’s really unfair that people think they can do whatever they want with it.
Anyhow there are exceptions, There are people who upload my work, but they ALWAYS credit me and link all my social media. That is something I’m really thankful for, it’s more of a benefit for me, that’s how people can know and follow my work. To those people who credit I’m thankful.
Also, thank you guys who let me know when people are reposting and copying. I’m a single person, I’m a crybaby, over sensitive and I get easily stressed. If you can help me with this issues, it would mean the world to me. Thank you so much ;_;

college advice part 6/7 : extracurriculurs!!

→ these are just tips based on what i’ve learned at uni!!

  • join things that you’re interested in, but do not join too many. personally, i’m in one club/extracurricular thing. i’m in a professional fraternity and it takes up a lot of my time so i don’t think i would even have the time to participate and put effort into another one.
  • if you’re interested in greek life, explore it. don’t be afraid to go to greek life fairs and ask questions and go to events. this goes for professional fraternities + organizations too. i rushed my first year and then realized it wasn’t for me, but at least i tried it! 
  • do not be afraid to try out clubs! try out art clubs, gaming clubs, rock climbing clubs, etc. just try stuff out and find something you like!! it’ll get your mind off of school when you’re stressed and it’ll help you connect with people who share the same interests as you!
  • know your limits!!! how much you can manage to fit into your schedule before you over-stress? are you going to put your best effort into every extracurricular? is there a reason you’re in each club? do you have a good sleep schedule? do you have a good study schedule? time for exams? time for a social life? you gotta ask yourself if you can handle being in 3 clubs and still be a student, eat, sleep, and maintain a social life. i made this mistake freshmen year; i was a full-time student taking 19 credits, doing research 15 hours/week, volunteering twice a week, advocate for health in a club, exec member in a professional fraternity, working a job 15-20 hours/week, and i had a social life. and i was miserable. do not do what i did. 
  • things change!! you might lose interest in something and that’s okay!! this is exactly what it sounds like – you might start out loving one club and it’s mission, but it might change. you might start to not like it as much; if it ever feels like a chore to go to something, stop doing it. it’s not worth it to do something that you don’t like anymore. 

this was p short but i hope it helped some of you!!! my inbox is always open if you’ve got questions :)

Barcelona

Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4-1 Chapter 4-2

A/N: Steve mistakenly found out you were pregnant, you told him you would tell Bucky…you didn’t. It’s two weeks later and after the last mission you all went on where you were picked up and tossed against a wall was Steve’s last straw, he has had enough. There is tension between you and Steve that cannot be cut with Vibranium.

You know what they say about secrets…


The ride back to Shield’s Barcelona safe house was silent as it’s been in the last two weeks, since you’ve been briefed on the new mission. Bucky glances from you to Steve, he senses the tension, but keeps it to himself because he knows Steve, once the stress gets overwhelming, he will let it all out at some point and then all of this murky silence will be replaced with an explosive anger that Bucky hopes he will be ready for.

I walked into the kitchen and grabbed some ice from freezer, I turned slightly to see Steve hovering over me like a protective guard dog.

“How much longer do you think this will go on?”

“I’m fine, you can stop hovering.” I say as I filled a pitcher up with water and tossed the ice cubes in.

“You’re putting yourself at risk with every mission we go on.”

“I’m not at risk, I’ve been very careful.”

He scoffed. “So you getting tossed like a rag doll against the wall is your idea of being careful because for a second there, it looked as if you were putting yourself in harms way.”

I leaned over the sink and dipped my hand into the pitcher, sighing with relief as the water numbed my semi-swollen wrist. I felt Steve’s presence hovering again, looking down at my hand. We gazed at each other and I recognized that look in his eyes, he’s reaching his breaking point and I know it won’t be too long before he tells Bucky if I don’t.

“Steve, please you can’t tell him.”

“You can’t keep this from him.”

“I-I’m not. I just need to figure things out.” I say closing my eyes.

“What kind of things?”

I open my eyes, I didn’t want to say the unspeakable. “If I want to keep it or not.”

Steve staggers backwards as if I slapped him. “That will kill him, this will be unforgivable. You know what we do for a living, you see it everyday and this, this is the good that we are fighting to protect.”

I turned to look at him as my hand dripped with water, pooling on the floor. “It’s my decision.”

“What’s going on here?” Bucky asked walking into the kitchen.

“Nothing.” We both say getting silence.

“Seems like something.” He observes grabbing a beer then leaning on the fridge eyeing us both.

“Isn’t there something you need to tell Bucky”

My eyes were black slits. “No.” I answered taking a step and slipping in the water, but catching my balance as Steve inhaled deeply.

Steve grits his teeth.“Tell him or I will.”

“This is none of your fucking business, Steve.”

“Whoa, okay, time out. What’s going on here because the two of you have been at each others throats like vicious dogs.” Bucky questioned, we both ignore him.

“You are being selfish. Every time you go out on a mission you put this team and yourself at risk and this is my team, so it is my business. Do you even know how far along you are?“

“Far along?” Bucky turns to me. “What is he talking about?”

“It’s nothing.” I lied.

Steve scoffs. “I wouldn’t call carrying a human being nothing because it’s something.”

“How dare you!” I screamed. “You have no right!“

The beer shattering to the floor silenced us. “You’re pregnant?” The shock weakens him to his knees.

My eyes filled with tears. “Yes.” I approached, kneeling in front of him, holding his hands. “I-I didn’t know how to tell you.”

“Because she’s not sure she wants to keep it.” Steve spewed.

“Steve! How could you?“I cried out.

“He needs to know the truth.” He replies non-chalantly.

I turned to Bucky and the disgust on his face washed over me, bathing me in shame. “Baby, it’s not what you think, please.” I pleaded, reaching out to touch him, but he bats my hand away. He stands and walks out of the kitchen without a second glance.

Burning the Candle at Both Ends

Summary: Y/N finds herself insanely stressed with life at the moment. Between working on hunts and taking some local core classes, she finally has a break down. Lucky for her Dean is always there to make things better, and help her relieve some of that said stress.

Characters: Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Reader

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader

Warnings: NSFW, intense stressful situations,some angst, mental break down, dry humping, smut

Word Count: 2,179

Request: This is a little stupid, but if you have time would you mind writing a Dean version of Stressed? If you can’t it’s ok.- @padfootserastartsnow

A/N: Thank @impala-dreamer for the beta read again you’re awesome. I like writing this stressed situation with Dean just to see how different Sam and Dean would react in situations like this. I hope y’all enjoy and feedback is always welcomed!

Originally posted by soluscheese

Your phone kept buzzing, your computer chimed, and your back was killing you. This was no way for a person to live their life. Even as a hunter, there was no way in hell you could take much more of this. You were taking lore classes at a local college, doing research, and you were still trying to hunt, all at the same time. Everything felt like it was crashing around you, it was all so overwhelming.

“Fuck this,” your leaned back in your chair in the library, “I can’t do this anymore.” Unshed tears threatened to escape your eyes as the words on the screen began to blur. You wanted to be strong, to bite this college stuff in the ass. You were a hunter, you’ve researched about stuff some people knew nothing about. But studying in the classes, worrying about MLA and APA formatting bullshit? Every ounce of your being was screaming at you to drop out and leave the normal life behind. You didn’t need to know all this useless information, that’s why hunters kept journals and relied on each other. At the same time however, you knew this was the right thing to do. “What the hell am I supposed to do?” The main door to the bunker opened with a sickening creak, followed by a slam. “What am I supposed to do!?” You screamed at the top of your lungs, flinging all your stuff off the table.

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Wait For Me? - Chris Evans Imagine

summary: You need a break from it all, but what if when you’re ready to come back, Chris hasn’t waited for you? What if he moved on while waiting for a sign? 

words - 1500+

warnings: angst (barely) / fluffF

a/n: I felt like this story in my drafts deserved to see the day of light, it may be crap but oh well you win some you lose some. 

“I’m not ready yet, Chris. I can’t be with you because I couldn’t fully commit to you, I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.” 

Tears ran down my face, as I began to walk away from one of the best men in the world. He was everything I wanted forever in a man, but I couldn’t… I had to find me before I could find us. As I walked away, my hands slipping from his own warm and protective hands. I could feel sobs rise in my throat as I walked away, trying to swallow the sobs until I could scream for hours in my car. 

“I’m going to wait,” Chris shouted. Or maybe I had imagined that? 

Turning around, I wiped my eyes, sniffled and wrapping my arms around myself for warmth since Chris’s no longer held me tightly. “I’m going to wait,” He repeated, walking towards me and cupped my face in his huge hand that somehow held my head perfectly. 

“YN, I will wait. Until you are ready. Whether that’s two weeks or two years. I want you, no one else.” I shook my head, pushing his hands away. I was angry at myself and him for ending up in this mess of heartache. 

“No! That’s… not fair to you! I can’t ask you to wait for someone you don’t even know is worth it.” My voice broke and I was backing up, trying to not let Chris touch me. Because if he did, I wouldn’t be able to push away this time. But he came towards me, taking safe steps, with his arms out pleading.

 “You may not be done, but I am. And I know what I want, and no one can deter me from it. You are… everything to me, baby. I want to wait for you, and I will. I’m one phone call away, and you know that. You can’t make me give up my love, YN. This is what I want, baby.”

 I smiled, shaking my head in the words I heard from his beautiful lips. 

“I’m going to New York, I bought a loft,” I whispered, looking up at him innocently. I saw his face perk up from my suddenly uncynical words, “Would you answer my calls even if it was just to talk?”

Chris moved closer to me, taking a hold of my left hand, where a tattoo of a lightning bolt was placed just days ago on the right inside of my middle finger. 

“I would answer you, just to hear your voice.” His gentle voice replied, putting his fingers in between mine, intertwining them. Little and big fingers that somehow felt so right together. 

“I-I.. um…” I swallowed the lump in my throat, knowing these were our last words. 

For now. “You should know one thing before I leave, Chris .” Our eyes pulled up together, coming closer, as I put my right arm around the neck, letting it linger slightly. 

“That phone call will come. I promise. I don’t know when, I don’t even know what I’m fucking look for criteria of being able to start another relationship but all I know is that you, are my first call, Chris. I promise Blue Eyes. I swear…” I let the tears slip as I saw his eyes gloss over, spilling tears of his own that I hate to admit I was causing.

 “I swear, baby. Pinky swear.” I held out one pinky, my left hand. His left pinky swung and locked with mine. He kissed them and then my forehead. 

“Goodnight, lovely. I hear from yo-u soon.” 

Chris tried to speak with his most dapper voice but I knew he was dying. The tears still there, residing on his perfectly cold pink-pinched cheeks. 

“Ce est pas la fin.” 

We were in August, yet the air was bitter in Boston. 

………………………………………………………………………………………………….

And that was it. Chris and I parted ways, until December the following year. 

When the call I was terrified to make finally happened, I was expecting to hear he had moved on. I owed him at least this call, though, regardless of whether he’d given up. This call was never for me, it was always his.

“Hello?”

“H-Hi, Chris .” My accent was pushing out stronger from my nerves, his name sounded silky smooth even though his name had been turned into a Parisian Keer-is.

“YN? What’s up it’s nine here, aren’t you in London? I saw you on E net..-nothing. I saw you… on twitter, yeah twitter.” I smiled to myself from his nervous chattering in my ear. 

He had seen me and cared. It didn’t matter whether it was on a celebrity entertainment show. Chris felt that I was enough to remember.

“Anyway, um, isn’t it like three a.m. over there… are you okay?”

“No, actually. I mean yes, I’m perfectly fine but, it’s not three a.m. over here. Although the weather sure feels like Paris.” Chris chuckled softly, I knew he was rubbing the back of his neck now, stressing out on what to say next.

“Well, where are you then?” 

I knocked on the door, “Hold on, YN. There’s someone at my door. How have you been? Ya know… soul seeking, find yourself. All that good stuff?”

I heard him walk down his stairs, but not through the phone. 

“I’ve been great. I got to do some shooting on this new 1940’s movie, I loved it so much! That was really extraordinary. We filmed in Rome, Florence, and Naples, and I swear. Anywhere you stood, the sight was just indescribable…” I had to pause when I heard him get closer to the front door. 

My nerves were causing my heart to pulsate faster, and I felt the warmth rise in my cheeks, 

“a-and I think you would’ve loved it, C.”

His shadow showed up at the door and my heart jumped into my throat.

“Are you sure?” Opening the door, he was smiling ear to ear, and I couldn’t help but let out the most girlish giggle and squeak I have ever been able to conjure up. I showed toothy grin that only occurred when my heart can’t take the amount love or happiness I’m feeling. 

He still had his phone to his ear and I had my to mine. “Because I really love the view I’m getting right now.”

 I let my phone fall without a care and ran to him, even though he only within ten feet of me. We embraced and held each other close. Never wanting to let go of the other for fear that we’d slip away from each other, again. 

We were precious to one another, we always had been. Having Chris in my arms was like finally holding the one thing that I’d been missing for sixteen, painfully slow, dull, Chris-less months. 

“I missed you so much Chris,” I mumbled, almost letting out a sob from the ache that had finally been lifted from my chest.

“I know, I know. I missed you too, Jellybean.” I kissed his shoulder when I heard the nickname Chris glued to me. One he only ever called me when no one was around. That way it was just between the two of us, forever only our intimate secret.

“Did you give up on me?” Chris shook his head no, smiling into my hair. 

“I don’t give up when I’m in love, babe. Ever.”

Softly, My Love

Or; a relationship told through its softest moments; from firsts to lasts and everything in between.

For Enjoltaire week 2017, day #3: soft.


Their first date is what can only be described as soft. 

They meet for dinner inside of a small Thai cafe, and Grantaire’s heart does somersaults all the way through his meal. Enjolras keeps smiling at him, warmly, tentatively, and Grantaire feels himself blushing every time. 

They hold hands on the walk home; what started off as Enjolras’ fingertips lightly grazing Grantaire’s wrist gradually evolved until their hands were linked, fingers intertwined. Enjolras swings their hands lightly as they walk in tandem and Grantaire thinks his jaw is going to break from all the smiling he’s been doing. 

There’s no kissing before Enjolras walks up  the steps to his apartment and waves a small goodbye to Grantaire; instead they hug loosely for a few moments, promising to have dinner again sometime. Enjolras breaks contact with a smile and Grantaire lets himself wonder how he ever got so lucky as to have that smile bestowed upon him.


It’s snowing, the first time they kiss. 

Grantaire remembers it vividly, because Enjolras was wearing that scarf that he got last Christmas- the red, white, and blue one that Courfeyrac bought him as a joke, yet Enjolras treasures with every fibre of his being. 

He’s also wearing mittens, like, honest to God, actual red fluffy mittens that tickle the sides of Grantaire’s face when Enjolras cups it between his palms. 

“I’d really like to kiss you.” Enjolras says, tracing the outline of Grantaire’s lips with one mitten-clad thumb. “Your lips look very kissable right now.”

“It’s probably the cold.” Grantaire says, stupidly, because Enjolras just asked to kiss him and sure, they’ve gone on a few dates at this point, but still.

Enjolras smiles, his eyes creasing around the edges. “Probably.” he agrees, moving one hand down to Grantaire’s neck. “Can I?”

Grantaire can’t find the words to express just how much Enjolras can, so instead he nods, feeling the ghost of Enjolras’ lips upon his almost as soon as he moves his head. 

Enjolras’ lips are soft, which is unsurprising. His kisses are short, fleeting things, a warm mouth pressing against Grantaire’s for the barest of seconds before pulling away again. Grantaire brings his own hand up to Enjolras’ face, coaxes his lips into staying a little longer, makes the kisses slower, more languid. 

It’s almost perfect, and Enjolras smiles when their lips part, eyes still closed, as if he’s taking time to immortalise the memory behind his eyelids. 

Grantaire’s never felt happier.


Perhaps Grantaire’s favourite fact that he’s learnt about Enjolras is the way he kisses. Or, more specifically, the way he reacts to being kissed. 

Lying side by side after a busy evening of studying together and watching cat videos on YouTube, Grantaire leans over to press a single kiss to Enjolras’ temple, letting his lips linger against Enjolras’ skin a moment longer than necessary. 

As expected, Enjolras’ eyelids flutter closed. Grantaire smiles warmly. They re-open as Grantaire pulls away, tracing his movement through dark lashes. 

“You’re cute, you know that?” Grantaire asks quietly.

Enjolras scrunches up his nose, which, as Grantaire said, cute.

“You’re doing nothing to disprove my point there, Enj.”

Enjolras simply gives him an affectionate roll of the eyes before leaning in closer to Grantaire’s side. “You’re cuter.” he mumbles into the fabric of Grantaire’s sweatshirt. 

Grantaire kisses his forehead again.


Sometimes love is a big thing; a grand gesture or large announcement, the penultimate confession scene in a movie or dramatic chase for the protagonist to follow their heart.

Othertimes, it’s a smaller entity; late night conversations or shared feelings, the soft touches of natural intimacy or the simple comfort of another tangible being. 

The first time Enjolras tells Grantaire that he loves him, they’re on the couch in Grantaire’s apartment, watching the best of the best cheesy rom-com films Netflix has to offer. 

The credits are rolling, but instead of getting up, Enjolras and Grantaire stay cocooned on the couch, too content to move. 

Grantaire is debating whether it would be a good idea to turn the autoplay on, when Enjolras laces their fingers together. 

“Hey,” he says quietly. “I love you.”

Grantaire’s heart does a funny dive within his chest and he smiles before he’s even processed the full meaning of Enjolras’ words. Enjolras is staring at him intently, as if he’s trying to convey the extent of his love through his eyes alone. It’s almost enough to make Grantaire teary-eyed.

“I love you too.” Grantaire says back, even quieter, delighting in the way Enjolras seems to practically glow with the newfound knowledge. 

He smiles, and Enjolras smiles back, like they’ve just shared some sort of secret. 


“Soft.” Grantaire mumbles, running his fingers through Enjolras’ hair gently. Enjolras makes a small sound and buries himself further into the duvet. He’s never been a morning person and Grantaire chuckles to himself at all the memories he has of trying to coax a sleepy Enjolras into wakefulness with coffee and kisses.

“C’mon, sleepyhead, time to wake up. Bright and early.” Grantaire says, despite the fact that it’s eight ‘o clock on a Sunday.

“You wake up.” retorts Enjolras- not his best work, but Grantaire supposes he can be forgiven on account of how his brain still has a little longer to go before it’s functioning properly.

“I am awake, love.”

Enjolras grumbles, but maneuvers himself so that he’s half-laying across Grantaire’s chest, giving Grantaire better access to his curls. Enjolras sighs as Grantaire strokes his hair out of his face, one hand curled up against his hip and the other splayed out against Grantaire’s shoulder. Grantaire smiles as he brings Enjolras’ hand to his mouth to lay a kiss against his knuckles. “Coffee?” Grantaire asks quietly.

“God, yes. Please.” 

Grantaire hums. “Alright. Be right back.” 

Enjolras’ hand wraps around Grantaire’s wrist as he makes a sound of protest. “Stay.” he semi-whines. 

Grantaire laughs. “Enj, if you want the coffee I have to go and fetch it.”

“Stay,” Enjolras repeats, tugging Grantaire back down to lay with him. “I’d rather have you. Coffee later, cuddling now.”

Grantaire is only too happy to oblige.


Grantaire is systematically working the tension out of his boyfriend’s shoulders and upper back, cherishing the little contented hums Enjolras makes whenever he rubs a particular spot. 

“You’re always so tense.” Grantaire mutters, leaning down to press kisses against Enjolras’ shoulders.

“Mmmm, I wonder why.” mumbles back Enjolras, though the corners of his mouth are turned up ever so slightly.

They both know why; it’s a combination of stress, wearing a binder for eight hours a day, and the weight of a messenger bag that somehow always ends up heavier than it started off. (Grantaire has tried to convince Enjolras to stop making so many trips to the library to no avail; Enjolras devours books almost as quickly as Combeferre- which is saying something, given the man’s infamous reputation for reading the entirety of War and Peace in two nights.)

Grantaire’s glad he can be of help- even if it is only in this small way. It’s easily intimate, being with Enjolras like this, and Grantaire’s beyond grateful that it’s normal for them to share moments like this together- a few years ago he wouldn’t have believed it to be possible. 

Enjolras hums as Grantaire rubs his shoulders, and then Grantaire’s hands are being gently swatted away as Enjolras moves to sit up, a contented smile sitting on his face. “Thank you.” he says, trailing light fingers down Grantaire’s jawline before moving to bring their mouths together. The kiss is slow and languid and Grantaire smiles onto Enjolras’ lips, feeling Enjolras do the same. 

“Mmmmmm,” Enjolras murmurs as they break apart, “Your turn now, c’mon, roll over.”

“Enj, you don’t have to-”

“Oh, hush you; you know I do, now roll over.”

“Bossy.” Grantaire chides, yet obliging all the same. It’s practically routine by now, anyway- no matter how much he protests, Enjolras will always insist on returning the favour, probably in the interests of equality or something similar. (It’s not like Grantaire’s complaining; Enjolras gives quite satisfactory backrubs.)

“Enj?” 

“Mhmm?”

“I love you.”

Grantaire doesn’t need to turn around to know that Enjolras is smiling when he replies, “I love you too.”


They get married on a Wednesday. Everything is hectic and everybody is stressing out and Grantaire almost works himself into a panic attack which he hasn’t done since he was eighteen, thank you very much.

Despite this, the ceremony is wonderful. There’s laughter and smiles and Grantaire feels so spectacularly happy he could shout it from the top of the Eiffel Tower and still the grin would not be swept off his face.

Now it’s late, and Enjolras stands in the doorway to their room, shirt untucked and tie hanging haphazardly around his neck. Grantaire doesn’t think he’s ever looked more beautiful.

“Come here, you.” he says, patting the side of the bed next to him. Enjolras huffs and rolls his eyes, although he’s clearly just as giddy as Grantaire.

“Yes, husband.” Enjolras replies dutifully, grinning as he walks over. Sitting down on the edge of the bed, Enjolras immediately pulls Grantaire in for a kiss. It’s soft and delicate and so, so lovely that Grantaire has to break away for smiling too much.

“Husband.” Grantaire says, fitting his mouth around the word. “I’m going to enjoy getting used to that.”

Enjolras beams at him.

anonymous asked:

Aaagjfkfnkshemrnnel!!!! I need more HS!au in my life , pleaaase ????

SJ edit here: here’s part one for some more hs au humor

omg i still can’t believe people like this au!!! i’m gonna do my best and shitpost some humor for these silly boys

  • you think kevin can do basic shit on his own without doubting himself?
    • no
    • the answer is no
    • more specifically:
    • not at all, ever
    • the only reason kayleigh day trusted her son to transfer to a school halfway across the world was because neil was with him
  • speaking of, the plane ride to cali was definitely fun
    • poor kev had a panic attack on the way over. the most neil could glean from him was that he was finally going to see his dad and adopted sister without shitty wifi, or smth. he wasn’t really paying attention at the time
      • (he was trying to watch the avengers, kevin)
    • and we all know neil is not the. well. best. when it comes to comfort. he ends up bantering with kevin for 20 minutes and that’s what eventually gets kevin to calm down and breathe, during this time he had his movie paused because he’s a good bro
  • since they have several classes together, they’re always paired up
  • mostly because the teachers don’t want to really separate the foreign exchange kids but also because kevin will throw a hissy fit
    • in their former school, neil knows how much kevin hates making decisions
    • which, unsurprisingly, is a self-aware inside joke between them
      • kevin: we need to get this project done. stop doodling on your notes you shit
      • neil: you wanna do the project with someone else? jerry over there looks lonely
      • kevin: i was just stating my opinion, get back here
  • this also includes neil getting kevin shit without even thinking about it, like food or a stress ball
    • neil: you were out of toothpaste so i got you some
    • kevin: how the fuck did you know i was out of toothpaste

andreil:

  • now, andrew got some chub. he avoids sports like the plague (completely out of spite because no, he doesn’t want to join the baseball team, thank-you-very-much) and only barely tolerates exercising
    • he’s on the debate team and has homework to do. he doesn’t have time for stick-ball or kicky my legy out rly far-ball
      • (he has thighs of steel, though. neil uses them as a pillow when he can get away with it, because they’re firm but he got the Squish)
  • since neil and andrew meet via tutoring, this gives a lot of opportunities to let them play their truth games in between study sessions
    • neil, scribbling away at his bio lab: how’d you get deaf in one ear?
    • andrew, checking neil’s english lang paper: i don’t know. why’d you and kevin transfer from england to a backwater american high school halfway through the year?
    • neil: mostly because wymack is kevin’s dad, but also because our old boarding school was. well. i’ll just say it’s unsavory to talk about such things in public.
    • andrew: good enough for now, hatford. i lost hearing in my ear because of a car accident.
    • neil: oh.
    • andrew: yeah. your grammar sucks, by the way.
  • (i love these boys)
  • aaron is constantly on andrew’s ass about having a crush, which nicky finds hilarious
    • aaron: can i have neil’s number? i want to show him what it’d be like if you had real, human expressions
    • andrew: why do you pretend like you don’t already have it?
    • aaron: it’s always nice to ask


and this is all i got for now. sj will probably come in and clean this up later but i love shitposting and sj loves making sure my shitposting actually makes sense

-sam

With You {Part 1}

Mark Tuan x Reader x Jinyoung
Genre: AU/Angst

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The summer heat filled the kitchen as you stirred the batter of the cupcakes you were making. Even with the windows wide open, no breeze came in and the air was filled with sweetness. With the back of your hand you dabbed at the sweat that had trickled down your neck as you mixed the batter with your other hand, the wooden spoon scraping against the metal bowl as you whisked away. The kitchen felt ten degrees hotter than it was outside as you had the oven running. You had made sure to put the icing in the fridge so it wouldn’t turn into a liquid goop while you waited for the first batch of cupcakes to cool. You were still readjusting to the LA summer weather. There were still boxes left unpacked in the living room, and pictures that needed to be hung on your wall. You were slowly starting to feel at home again since you moved back a month ago after five years. Your house phone rang, carrying the bowl of batter you walked over to answer it, still mixing on the way.

 “Hey mom,” you said as you continued to whip the batter, “I’m still working on the cupcakes for their anniversary,” you said tucking the phone between your ear and shoulder and making your way back towards the counter.

 “That’s good darling, I was just checking up and to remind you that it starts at 4:30.” You could hear your mom fiddling in the background.

 You glanced over your shoulder at the clock, noting that you still had a couple more hours before you had to start getting ready, “Don’t worry mom, I didn’t forget. I’ll be there with an armful of cupcakes.”

 “Okay, see you at their house later. Are you by yourself?” your mom asked.

 You starting lining the tin pan with more cupcake liners, “Yeah, Jinyoung and her are at the aquarium. They will meet us at their house later.”

 There was a moment of silence on the other line, “Mark is back you know.” Your mother stated.

 You froze as soon as you heard your mother say his name, “I thought he was supposed to be away in Asia?”

 “He’s here now, I’ve heard that he’s settling back in LA and running the operations from here. What are you going to do?” you could hear her concerned voice over the phone.

“We’ll only be there for a bit, just to congratulate them.” You said as you bit your bottom lip.

 “Okay dear, I will see you then.” your mother hung up the phone

 You removed the phone from you ear and placed it on the counter. He’s back. You ruminated over what your mom just told you. The feeling of your heart pounded rapidly against your chest and a pit started to form in your stomach. You suddenly felt too weak to mix the batter.

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Spidey’s Adventure in Babysitting

Warnings: none
Pairing: peter parker x you
Y/N - Your name
Summary/Request: Im so happy to hear you take requests!! If you have time, may I request a fluff story of Peter Parker babysitting Clint and Laura’s kids? And have maybe a reader/avenger help peter bc my little baby spider just gets so confused! Like, what do I do with the baby!? PLEAS
E!! And thank you!

A/N:Of course! I just loved this idea as soon as I read it, enjoy!

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“Are you sure you can handle this Peter?” Clint asked for the fifth time.

“Yeah, everything will be fine. I mean, I am Spiderman! I fight villains everyday. Watching over two kids and a baby can’t be too hard.” He grinned, but suddenly there was a loud laugh that made his smile falter.

Laura glided into the living-room where the boys were seated, looking stunning in a dark blue dress that matched Clint’s suit. “Well, taking care of kids and taking down bad guys are two completely different things, Parker.”

Clint chuckled. Silently agreeing with his wife, before he walked towards her and offered his arm. “You ready babe?” She nodded with a giddy smile on her face.

How long has it been since they’ve been on a date? Peter thought to himself. They both looked extremely tired judging by the bags underneath their eyes. Was taking care of kids really that exhausting?

“Here’s the money for babysitting. Paid up front like I said.” Clint handed Peter $300, with a grin.

“Woah!” His eyes bugged out of his head, this much money for babysitting!?

“Its too much! I mean, not that I’m complaining. Thank you, really- but, this is a lot. Are you sure?” Laura and Clint looked at each other in amusement.

Laura gave Peter a hug, pushing away his open hand with the money. “Yes. It’s just the right amount for babysitting our kids. Thanks again for agreeing to do this.”

Peter started nervously shifting from side to side. Watching over Clint and Laura’s children started to make him antsy. He only agreed to this when he heard it was the couples wedding anniversary.

He thought they deserved a night off without having to worry about their kids.

And when the rest of the team said they were busy -excluding Tony since Clint said he didn’t trust him with his kids- Peter felt bad that their night might’ve been ruined. So once Aunt May made it clear she was fine with it, Peter enthusiastically agreed.

After Clint and Laura hugged their kids goodbye one more time, they gave Peter a list of phone numbers in case of emergency and told him that they’d be home no later than midnight.

“Goodluck with them spider-boy, they’re a handful.” Clint patted Peter on the back sympathetically.

Not knowing if Clint was joking or not, Peter could only nod awkwardly before the archer closed the door to his house and headed to his car that was parked out in the dirt driveway.

Peter anxiously shook out his hands before he took in a deep breathe. Time to be a good babysitter, he thought as he headed up the stairs.

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Two hours later: After three tantrums from baby Nathaniel, two fights over a toy spaceship from Cooper and Lila, and non-stop crying from all three, Peter had, had enough.

Not only was he exhausted from running around to tend to the kids needs, but he had a horrible headache. Having enhanced hearing wasn’t making things any better. Instead, it made the noise 10 times worse.

A shrill voice boomed inside the house making Peter jump,
“Pete!!! Cooper took one of my chips!”

“NO I DIDN’T!!” Peter sighed, banging his head on the wall of the kitchen. He was just trying to make himself a sandwich. One. Small. Sandwich.

But no, he couldn’t even do that. He did his best to compose himself, but his nerves were fried and he was panicking. How can I do this? I can’t do this. Oh my god what was I thinking?! I can’t do this, I can’t-not alone. I’m alone! All alone taking care of three kids! Wait…

He suddenly got an idea, and rushed past the kids in the living, yelling over his shoulder “Cooper give her one of your chips since you took it! And no more arguing please!” Rummaging through his school backpack that he brought with him, he finally found what he was looking for. His phone.

He quickly dialed a number he had memorized by heart. He was calling his other bestfriend besides Ned, an avenger best friend.

After two rings she picked up. “Hello?”

Peter instantly felt calmer just by hearing her voice, it was soothing and smooth, but that calm was quickly replaced by anxiousness when the baby started crying. “Peter? Is everything okay?”

He had to yell over the crying to be heard, “Actually I really need your help. I’m babysitting Clints kids…and uh…I don’t- I don’t know what to do anymore! This is so much more stressful than I thought! Please help me y/n.”

All it took was for you to hear how panicked and desperate Peter sounded, to quickly rush out of bed to change your clothes. “I’ll be right there. For now, rock little Nate. It should comfort him.”

“Okay.” He scurried up the stairs to do what you said, thankful to finally have some advice.

You quickly got dressed and headed out of the Avengers tower to Clint’s house. With you being an Avenger, you’ve been to Clint’s many times before. And quite frankly with your powers, you could actually handle babysitting. Being able to put anyone to sleep by singing could really be helpful in a lot of situations. Of course, you could kill people by singing too- but only when you wanted to. Usually you choose to make people unconscious, it really helps with getting information out of them later.

But being able to put people to sleep, was not the only reason Peter called you. You’re great with kids. They love you and you love them. No one knew why but kids actually listened to you. They could be the most mischievous little rascals yet you could control them.

Peter waited patiently for you to come, rocking back and forth on the couch with Nataniel like you suggested.

Once you finally arrived, and opened the door (that was conveniently unlocked thanks to Peter) you were greeted with the sounds of whines, cries, and the sight of your tired looking neighbor.

His face immediately brightened when he saw you, and then somehow got even brighter when he saw the Deli food that was in your hands. His stomach audibly grumbled causing him to blush and you to laugh.

“Auntie y/n! You’re here! YAY!” Lila rushed at you and gave you a bone crushing hug, crushing some of the sandwiches in the process. You giggled, when suddenly another tiny body joined in on the hug. “Hey Cooper! How have you guys been?”

They shrugged nonchalantly, before running off to their rooms. Probably to play you thought.

“Oh thank god!” Peter sat up as fast as he could with the baby in his arms.

You laughed, “Glad you’re happy to see me Parker.” He made a grab for the bags of Deli in your hands, but you swiftly pulled it out of his reach.

“Nuh-uh.” You wagged a free finger at him. “I guess you’re just happy to see food. I was hoping it was me that made you happy.” Peter blushed a deep red, looking down at Nathaniel to avoid your playful gaze.

“Uh- I mean, well. Of course you make-um of course you make me happy. But, uh. I’m sorry, I’m just really really really hungry!” After moving to the kitchen and unpacking the food, you took little Nate from Peter.

“Enjoy your food Pete, I’ll take care of the kids for now.” With a smile he happily nodded and thanked you many times before he actually sat down to eat.

“Oh wait,” Peter called, you turned around and started bouncing Nathaniel softly on your knee. “Here.” Peter pulled out $300 from his pocket, and after counting out $200, he handed it to you.

“I wouldn’t feel right if I didn’t share the money I got for babysitting. Plus theres extra for the food.” He sat down again, and you were grinning so much your cheeks started to hurt.

“Thanks Spidey!” And with that you turned around, heading towards the stairs.

The noise of Lila and Coopers yells increased with each step you took. But, Nate started to make little cries so you got a baby bottle full of formula from his baby bag in his room.

Deciding to check on the kids you placed baby Nate in a rocking swing and sang him to sleep. It was only to make him sleepy, not the lethal kind of singing you could do to enemies. This was just a soothing song to make Nathaniel want to go to sleep. Once his eyes closed you headed to Cooper and Lila’s room.

Just as you were about to knock, the door swung open, and you were pulled inside.

Using the training you learned from being an Avenger, you flipped up in air,successfully shaking off whoever grabbed ahold of you.

Once you landed, your body was already in a fighting stance, and you looked around to see what was happening.

“Woah! That was so cool Auntie y/n!!” Cooper looked at you with big eyes while Lila was squealing and jumping around-trying to flip like you just did.

You started to relax knowing it was just the kids and not a threat. With a sigh, you smiled at them “Thanks little man. But next time, please don’t surprise me like that.”

They nodded hurriedly, “So… Did you get the money?” Asked Lila.

With a smirk you pulled out the money and handed them each $25.

“Told you the plan would work!” Lila practically screeched.

You laughed and nodded your head. “Yep, but its thanks to you two little actors that you made Petey call me. Great job guys, we all get money!”

All of you jumped up and down clutching the money in your hands.

When all of a sudden Peters voice rang throughout the whole house.

“YOU SCAMMED ME?!”

Looking at the kids you whispered “Run!” And all three of you ran off to hide.

But not before you called out over your shoulder “A girls gotta make a living!”

And with a smirk sent at Peter, who was running up the stairs, you disappeared into one of the many hiding places in the house. Thinking, this is gonna be fun!

I honestly can’t help but feel as if I’m the only one who appreciates these flashback chapters.

I know we all want to get back to the main story so we can see the Walldians all grown up and all. I do as well, but I can’t help but feel when we do the see them again, it’s gonna be the start of hell.

I’ve enjoyed the stress free months of not having to worry about who’s gonna get killed off. Seeing Reiner’s character being developed and learning about the other side, Marley. Seeing everything through Reiner’s eyes and all the things him, Annie and Bert went through during their time in the wall. I think it’s great that we finally get to see this, because these flashbacks are needed.

Maybe I enjoy it so much because I know when these flashbacks are over, we’re going back to our main story, which will eventually come to a fight, most probably a war.

And the thing is, how many months do we have left to say our favorite snk character is still alive? If snk is ending next year, can you imagine what we’re gonna be going through next year this time?
I don’t even wanna think about how much stress and probably sadness we’re all gonna be going through when the war breaks out and we have to wait every month just to see if you fav is still alive until the end.

Maybe I’m just over thinking but I’m really enjoying this time we have now to appreciate our characters still be alive and okay, because who knows if we’ll have characters to appreciate being alive next year.

Time Will Tell / Justin Foley

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“Why do you seem so nervous?” you chuckle, watching your boyfriend pace around your room as you lay on your bed. “It’s just a game. You’ve played and won plenty before.”

Justin turns to look at you, his uneasiness etched on his face, “It’s not just the game I’m worried about,” he admits. 

“Then what is it?” you ask, changing your position so you were sitting up.

He bites his lip, running a hand through his hair before nodding to himself, “There’s something that I really want to do, something I’ve been thinking of for a while now, and I think the person that it will affect will be happy-ecstatic even,” he continues. 

“But,” you prompt, knowing that tone.

“But I don’t know when I should do it. How do I know when the right time is?”

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