dude what even is your hair

life hacks from cats
  • you can fix any illness or injury by humming to yourself 
  • nobody should be alone in the bathroom, ever 
  • if you’re scared of someone, just fluff up your hair real big and they’ll probably leave you alone 
  • when you pee on something, you own that thing. congratulations! property is urine 
  • if it makes a sound like food, it is definitely food and you should try to eat it no matter what 
  • hitting someone in the face is an appropriate way to thank them for doing your hair 
  • when your friend is sad, sitting on top of them will make them feel better 
  • if a gross dude is trying to have sex with you and you’re not into it, just shrug your shoulders and walk a few feet away and he’ll forget what he was doing entirely 
  • missed the toilet? it’s ok. just kick some tp over it and nobody will know the difference. it’s also ok if you don’t even manage to cover it up as long as you tried 
  • when you have leftovers, scratching the table around your dish will keep them fresh and tasty until you’re ready to eat again 
  • if you are lonely and want affection, headbutting your best friend at full force is the best way to let them know you want to hang out 
  • jealous because someone else is getting all the love? berate them until they leave the room. the other person will then be happy to immediately transfer their affection to you 
  • silently and grimly kicking your brother in the stomach is a fun way to spend an afternoon 
  • there is no limit to the number of times gravity can be discovered 
  • it’s very important to keep yourself hydrated! find the stupidest possible way to drink water and do that. make sure to get your neck nice and wet for no real reason 
  • when you’re finished styling your coif in the morning, remember to eat the hair you’ve combed out for a morning pick-me-up snack 
  • doors should never be closed. if a door is closed it is a terrible mistake and must be remedied immediately by screaming at your mom 
  • taking a shortcut to your favorite restaurant means that the restaurant will be an entirely different place by the time you get there 
  • for a dramatic and loveable makeup look, wing both your top and bottom eyeliner all the way out to your ears and then draw a little “m” on your forehead 
  • when it’s time to take the edge off, scatter your favorite drug on the floor and just roll around in it until you drool 
  • need exercise? do sprint laps of your house at three in the morning. don’t worry about knocking things over! your health is more important than that ming vase.
Harsh Words

Requested By: Anonymous

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

Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader

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

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

Word Count: 3,472

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

Originally posted by tomhollanderr

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

He did hate you.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

But you, you found it the total opposite.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“It’s Y/N.”

| Flower Customs | Legolas Greenleaf

[permanent + legolas tag]: @avistella


“What?” 

You blinked at the sudden red hue that had overtaken a certain prince’s face. When he didn’t answer, merely mouthing at you, lost for words, you knew something was wrong. Legolas was ever so elegant, annoyingly so at most times, and you had never seen him speechless.

“What?” you repeated, frowning. You bit your lip, trying to think back on all the things you did in the past five minutes that could possibly have produced this reaction.

Even the female elves - ellith you think they were called, you weren’t too educated in elf names and terms - began giggling into their hands. You turned to look at them but the moment you did they appeared to be off in their own worlds again, chatting to each other in their own beautiful language that flew over your head, as if they hadn’t been listening at all. When you turned back to Legolas their giggles reached your ears again.

Irritating bunch of ingrates.

“I’m not going to ask you forever,” You said, tapping your foot angrily. This seemed to shock Legolas out of his paralysis.

He cleared his throat, eyes landing everywhere but your form before he gathered himself.

“Y/N?” He said, and he was still flustered, but back to normal. “Did you…braid flowers into my hair?”

You tilted your head.

“I did,” you pursed your lips, still confused. What was the big deal? “You were so concentrated in whatever meditation you were doing I got bored. You can literally sit there “in tune with nature” for hours Legolas.” 

“I didn’t notice.”

“I don’t think you would have noticed if I was banging a drum in your face.”

Whatever he had been doing had been some deep judo level crap because he had completely blanked out. “Dude, its okay. You can even braid mine if you want, its not that deep.”

If it was possible, his face grew a darker shade before he shook it away.

“Anyway,” he deadpanned, shooting you an un-amused look. “Were you…aware of the implications?”

An elleth giggled again - many ellith, singular elleth, so confusing - louder this time, and you swear you could have thrown up.

“Implications?” You repeated slowly. “What? Is there an ancient elf ritual I did that I didn’t know about?” You gasped dramatically, hand over your heart. “Did I condemn you to death?”

Legolas crossed his arms over his chest, a smile blooming on his face that was normal but promised unseen trouble. You blanched. You’d seen this expression before. 

You laughed nervously. “Uh-”

“Its alright,” His smile grew, and with it your anxiety. “You are but a mere mortal of man, you wouldn’t have known.”

“What did I do, Legolas? Just spit it out.” 

He tucked a strand of blonde hair behind his ear, blue eyes twinkling. “We elves have a custom of proposing courtship by braiding flowers into each others’ hair.”

It took you a while for it to sink in. “What.”

You felt your cheeks heat when he leaned forward, and that strong smell of pine trees, fresh berries and potent mint leaves filled your senses.

“In other words, Y/N, you just asked me to marry you.”

A pin could have dropped and made a crashing noise with how silent it got in the field. 

What?”

He just smiled innocently. “Not only that, but you suggested I braid your hair as well. You seem rather eager for this to occur, but I am afraid I have a preference of courting or, how is it you men say, ‘dating’, before saying vows.”

“I don’t-I-you-” You couldn’t breathe, and you felt the karma of your earlier teasing of him hit you right in the face when he picked up the pouch you had dropped, replacing it in your grasp.

“Its alright, please do not scramble for words,” He offered kindly - the demon - when you could only stare at him. “I know this must be a bit to take in, but please let me at least me think about your proposal before you address me with such lewd eyes.”

You broke your stare immediately, aghast and embarrassed.

You little!” You grabbed at him but he was already gone and past you in a blink, evading your actions as easily as a person an ant. 

“Have a good afternoon, Y/N.”

Your mouth flopped like a fish as you watched him jump into the trees at the end of the clearing, wisps of long blonde hair the last thing you saw before he was jumping from branch to branch like a nymph.

You muttered curses under your breath, ripping away at the flowers you still had in your hand, watching them tear to shreds. 

You were interrupted only when an elleth brushed by you gracefully, a serene smile on her beautiful face, yet playful. 

“In my opinion, he did not say no.”

You wanted to die.

[MasterList]

anonymous asked:

I imagine that Gaston actually had some really fucked up experiences from the war. And maybe when he finally finds someone he is able to open up about how joining the war actually really messed him up and made him violent and aggressive.

TBQH, this is one of my headcanons too and like. How dare you make me feel this way right now i feel attacked.

Originally posted by luuuuuke-evans

  • Coming back from the War probably left parts of his personality and some segments of his emotions raw and torn down. While serving, he used opportunities of violence and women to help that.
  • But now, certain situations leave him defenseless, emotions seem to far out of hand at times so he created the perfect persona to show others so he doesn’t have to come to terms with what happened while he was fighting.
      • Something leaves him so out of focus, and he acts out in emotional and physical ways to fill a hole that was left behind. Narcissism and women are his usual ways.
        • Of course, he was full of himself before hand but not as badly. It was typical for men to be cocky, but after returning from the War, it seemed to escalate so he could fill in the need for his emotional and physical wants that were left unfulfilled.
          • Because of this, he’s found it hard to connect with someone and so he tends to use women as an outlet. He’s aware of what he does, of course, because there’s always going to be a part of him that wants to settle down with a small family. His own wife and children. A simple life.
             
  • After meeting you, he starts heavily contemplating whether he wants to tell you or if he just wants things to be left as they are.
    • It’s just a matter about opening up and letting you know who he really is. Gaston, for probably the second time in his life, is fearful of what the outcome of a situation holds from him. Because now that he’s developed feelings for you, he’s afraid that if he tells you who he truly is, you’re going to leave.
    • It’s a constant battle inside of his mind. One part wants to leave things as are because it would be the easiest but the other part of him wants to tell you because he finally realized that letting you in has helped him feel normal and grounded again. It makes him feel like he’s at war again, only with himself.
      • It’s sort of interesting because he refuses to admit that he’s truly and severely in love with you and he keeps playing it off and keeps telling himself that it’s just the sex. (Like, wow typical Gaston).
        • But after seeing you for over three months, and in a rather consistent way, it finally dawns upon himself that he does love you or at the very least, he cares for you. After all, the longest he had ever spent with the same woman before had only lasted two weeks, maybe even less if he really focused on it.
  • The dude probably just balls up and tells you straight out what happened, totally expecting the worst response from you as a result. Gaston hangs his head, almost ready to say, “If you want to leave me, now would be the best time. I don’t deserve you. I never have and I never will.”
    • Literally looks like someone kicked him in the face, he’s about to cry?
      • Brushing back some of the stray hairs in his face, he glances up at you and catches your gaze. You allow him no opportunity to speak and you say, “The War left all of us a little different…” Licking his bottom lip, he nods in agreement, “I’m not going to stop loving you because you think you don’t deserve it, Gaston… I saw under the facade, and fell in love with you. I’m not going to leave you…”
  • Gaston in love, okay? Just like, melts my heart.
    •  Binch, him like so devoted to you that he buys you flowers just because(not because he wants you to owe him something).
      • Gaston like, picking you up bridal style because there’s a really big puddle and he doesn’t want your feet to get wet so he carries you across it.
      • Gaston letting you braid his hair in private while the two of you watch the sun set. Bonus points if you tangle flowers into his hair.
      • Lends you his jacket if it’s chilly outside and you didn’t bring one of yourself. 
      • Him taking you on his horse to see the countryside. Just the two of you. You don’t even need to be talking. Silence and being alone with you is enough.
      • Going from the transition of sex to the swing of just enjoying one another’s company. Cuddles, just kissing, talking to one another in privacy. 
      • He probably sings to you. Not the showy off kind of singing, but the beautiful ‘I adore you’ sort of singing. Usually in the morning time. His voice husky, his body still half asleep. Usually a little tune he can remember from childhood. He tucks your hair back, kisses your forehead and the two of you just lay like that until you’re actually ready to get up.
      • Him talking to you about getting married and having children of your own. Tells you like, in a really detailed way as if he had been planning it since childhood. How many kids he wants, how he wants to live somewhere peaceful with you and them. 

i have a lot more headcanons but i needed to stop myself LOL. Thanks for reading! Reblogs and likes are appreciated!

the exchange • monty de la cruz

a/n: hi guys, thank u soooo much for all of your requests and positive feedback. i’m currently working on writing all of them to the best of my ability so stay tuned!

warnings: swearing, smut, the usual

 you and your best friend, clay jensen, had gotten called down to the front office. you were pretty sure that neither of you were in trouble, but you couldn’t help but to be nervous. why did they need you? both of you?

 you walk into to the office to be greeted by the counselor, the baseball coach, jeff atkins, and montgomery de la cruz. “oh fuck.” clay mumbles. you giggle and bump him with your elbow. “be nice!” you whisper to him before giggling again. jeff is staring into space, while monty takes the time to look you up and down before smirking. you turn your attention away from him and tug at the hem of your skirt that suddenly feels shorter than you need it to be.

 "y/n, clay, have a seat. i assume you know why i’ve called you down here?“ mr. porter says. “uhhh no. we don’t actually. please enlighten us, because we’re not psychic.” clay says as we sit down. you nudge him with your knee and give him a look that screams, “shut up!” he sighs and slumps down in his chair. 

 "well,“ the coach booms, “these two knuckleheads are my star players.” he says motioning towards jeff and monty. “the team is nothing without them, but they can’t seem to get their heads out of their asses and into their books.” you gasp at his use of language and then clear your throat. monty adverts his gaze to focus on you and jeff is still staring at the same spot on the floor. 

 "yes, what coach cole said.“ mr. porter speaks up. "since you two happen to be the smartest in your class, i’ve decided to assign you to be their tutors.” “this is bullshit.” monty says standing up. “mr. de la cruz, sit down and watch your language please.” mr. porter says. “um, but coach cole just said a-” you start and porter gives you a stern look. “never mind.” you squeak at look away from him. monty looks at you with a smile on his face.

“it’s not bs montgomery, you know the rules. no pass, no play. got it?” porter questions. you try to focus on his words, but monty’s eyes burn holes in the side of your face. “yeah, got it.” monty answers without taking his eyes off of you. you don’t want to look at him, knowing that your cheeks are already burning hot under his gaze. “okay well then, that settles it. y/n, you’ll tutor jeff. and clay, you’ll tutor montgomery. no if’s, and’s or but’s about it. thank you all, and have a nice day.” porter smiles.

 you beeline out of the room and into the restroom. you let out a breath that you didn’t know that you were holding, and look at yourself in the mirror. your face was flushed and your eyes were wild. you took a few deep breaths, not knowing why monty had this affect on you, and then silently thanked god that you weren’t his tutor. you inhale sharply, take one last look at yourself, smile, and exit the restroom. clay was waiting on you with a pout. 

“monty? out of everyone in the entire school, i get montgomery de la cruz.” he complains. “i mean it can’t be that bad,” you start. “plus, he’s kinda cute.” you say and smile to yourself. “never say that again. that’s like saying a scorpion is cute, and then it kills you.” clay scolds you. your laugh rings through the hallways. “c'mon clay, you can do this. it’ll be a great experience for the real world.” you tell him, suppressing another laugh. “you’re only saying all of this because you, little ms. lucky, get to tutor jeff atkins. he’s honestly one of the nicest kids in school.” clay says. you sigh as you approach your classroom. “this is my stop jensen. goodbye and good luck. i’ll see you after school.” you say to him as you hug him. “love ya.” clay hugs back and rolls his eyes. “yeah yeah love ya too.” he answers you. you walk into the classroom and close the door behind you.

*time skip to 2 weeks later*

 "yes, i do remember when you poured chocolate milk on bryce walker’s head for me in second grade!“ jeff exclaims and you both crack up. "well someone had to do it, he was bullying you. plus i may or may not have been still mad at him for ripping my coloring sheet like 3 days before that.” you say as you and jeff walk towards your locker. “well i have to go y/n, but we’re still on for that test review after school right?” he asks. “yeah, definitely.” you answered. “ok then, i’ll text you.” jeff says while walking backwards down the hallway and pointing to you. 

you laugh to yourself and put your combination in your locker. clay comes up to you and closes your locker. “well good morning to you too, angel.” you say with a confused laugh. “switch with me.” clay says bluntly. “what?” you question while opening your locker again. “please y/n. i can’t be around him for one more second. it’s been 2 weeks and he hasn’t even bothered to learn my name. he’s called me every name in this world that starts with a ‘c’ but not mine.” clay rushes.

 "okay woah dude, chill, it’s monty we’re talking about. the only name he cares to know is his own.“ you snort. clay grabs your shoulders and shakes you. "switch with me PLEASE. you’re literally the nicest girl in school. monty’s like a tiger, and i’m just the helpless gazelle with the broken ankle. he’s just waiting to pounce on me. you? you’re a like a fuzzy, cute, baby tiger. he wouldn’t lay a hand on you.” you laugh at clay’s comparisons.

 "please y/n. i’ll do anything.“ your answer was already yes, but you stare into space like you’re contemplating. "go on…” you tell him with a smirk. “i’ll give you half off of movie tickets and free snacks at the crestmont for a year.” clay says. you squeal and hug him. “i’ll do it!” you exclaim. “you’re the best y/n, i mean it!” clay tells you. you laugh at him and flip your hair over your shoulder. “well what can i say, i try.” you say laughing even more. you both go into a fit of laughter only to be interrupted by yelling.

 "hey caleb!“ monty yells to clay from down the hallway. he approaches you guys and speaks again. "i got practice today so my place at 5, okay cameron?” monty says. “it’s….it’s clay dude.” clay says to him, but monty is on his phone texting away. “uh yeah whatever, conrad, i’ll see you tonight.” monty says before looking at you. he watches you for a second, winks, and then heads to class.

 "goodbye and good luck.“ clay mocks you with a smile. you roll your eyes, hug him, and then walk towards your class, which monty happened to be in. you muster up every ounce of confidence that you have in you and walked to the back of the classroom, away from your usual spot in the front, to sit right next to montgomery. he stares at you with his eyebrows raised and then grins. 

 "y/n, right?” he asks with his signature smirk. you nod your head and look him in the eyes, taking a moment to admire his freckles. “montgomery, right?” you mock him. he pauses for a second before responding. “to most, yes, but a pretty girl like you can call me anything that you’d like to.” he says to you, still smirking. “okay look dude, clay got….reassigned to jeff, so i’m your tutor now. i’ll be at your house at 5, like you said. okay?” you say while writing. “okay.” monty tells you with a smile while nodding his head. he watches your pen fly across the paper while you copy the notes. “monty?” you ask. “yeah?” he replies. “do your work.” he laughs, and then answers you. “no thanks babe, i can do you though.”

 throughout the rest of the lesson, monty cracks numerous jokes just to hear you laugh. your heart was swelling but you’d never let him know that. at one point he rested his hand on your thigh and began to inch upwards. the bell rang and you both got up to leave without a word. the spot where he came in contact with your skin tingled for the rest of the day. 

 *time skip through the rest of the day* 

 you start watching people’s snapchat stories when you catch a glimpse of the time. 4:45. it was gloomy outside but your energy was high, and you were ready to see monty. you hadn’t stopped thinking about sitting next to him. you grab your stuff and start walking to his house.

 on your way there, the skies decide to open up and pour down on you. you run the rest of the way to monty’s house, banging on the door when you arrive. you hear a voice yelling and then someone rushing down the stairs. “welcome to casa de la cru-” monty starts until he notices that you’re drenched. “y/n get in here! are you crazy? you’re gonna get sick.” he exclaims while grabbing your wrist and pulling you into his house. 

“why did you walk in the rain? you could’ve texted me. i would’ve picked you up.” he says while looking at you. “you see the thing is: 1. i don’t even have your number, and 2. it wasn’t raining when i left my house. i walked because you only lived a street away but now i see that that was a terrible idea.” you explain to him. “take your shoes off and follow me.” he tells you rolling his eyes. you walk up the stairs and into the bathroom with him. he puts a shirt and some shorts on the counter for you. “thanks.” you tell him, hardly above a whisper. 

 you start to peel off your wet shirt when you realize that monty is still at the door, watching you. “um, can i help you?” you turn around and say with a laugh. “i’m just enjoying the show, baby.” he says. your cheeks start to burn again and monty starts walking away. “you know, you look cute when you blush.” he calls out to you with a laugh evident in his voice. you shake your head and roll your eyes at his comment. 

 the shorts that monty gave you kept falling down, so you walked into his room wearing nothing but the shirt that he gave you. given the height difference, it stopped mid thigh on you. he looks up at you with wide eyes before licking his lips and smirking. you hand him your wet clothes and he walks next to you before whispering in your ear. “you know, my clothes look good on you, but i bet they’d look better off.” he casually strolls downstairs to put your clothes in the drier and the blood runs to your cheeks once more. 

you sit on the edge of his bed, taking in your surroundings. his walls are covered in movie posters, band posters, and his baseball pics. you move to sit criss cross on his bed and you open the history book. monty runs back up the stairs and then stands in his door frame admiring you. “what?” you ask him. he responds by walking over to your spot on his bed and then sitting in front of you. you look at each other in the eye and monty tucks a piece of hair behind your ear gently. “monty?” you ask innocently. “hmmm?” he hums in response, focused on your lips. “if you’re gonna kiss me, then do it already.” you say with a cheeky grin. 

his eyes light up and he smashes his lips against yours. your hands rest on his chest, and you move your lips to his neck. he groans and shifts himself to lay you down. “god… you’re so sexy,” he says as you look up at him. he climbs on top of you and starts kissing you roughly. you fumble with the buttons of his shirt and take it off. “someone’s impatient,” he mumbles while smiling against your lips. “shut up de la cruz.” you say to him. “make me.” you kiss monty with even more force than before, and you reach down, gently grazing the waist of his sweats. monty pulls away from you and you whimper.

 "not so fast, princess.“ monty says while tugging on the hem of your (his hehe) shirt. he pulls it over your head and stares at you in awe. "damn i was right, they do look better off.” he tells you. monty begins grinding on you while kissing from your jawline to your neck. “you have no idea how long i’ve been wanting to do this baby.” he says into your neck. monty reaches down to grip your thighs and spreads your legs slightly. he dips into your wetness with his fingers and starts moving at a slow, steady pace. his touch gave you a feeling that you’ve never experienced before, and it drove you crazy. you try to hold back your moans, but a few escape.

 "let me hear you,“ he whispers into your ear. you moan his name and buck your hips against his fingers to create more friction. monty chuckles darkly and starts moving faster. he curls his fingers inside of you and you’re about to lose it. "f- fuck oh my god.” you moan breathlessly. your eyes screwed shut as you were coming up on your high, and monty suddenly pulls his fingers out. you gasp and then turn angry. “what the fuck was that for?” you say and he smirks again. “i couldn’t let you have all the fun now could i?” he says as he pulls down his pants. 

you smile as you stand up in front of him, pushing him back on the bed gently. you straddle him as you kiss all the way down his chest, getting slower and sloppier as you reached the waistband of his boxers. you place a kiss on the waistband, and then move back up his neck. you grind slowly against his erection, and the feeling of the cloth against your naked sex caused you to moan. “shit y/n, stop teasing.” monty says. he grips your hips to stop your movement, so you reach into his boxers and start pumping him. monty throws his head back and grunts in pleasure. your hands glide up and down smoothly while monty groans your name. he grips your wrist and looks at you with dark eyes. 

 "i need to be in you. now.“ he growls. he flips the two of you over and positions himself at your entrance. monty slides into slowly and you hiss. you had been with a couple of guys before, but monty was definitely the biggest. he rolled his hips and started thrusting into hard and slow. with every thrust, he went deeper and deeper. "fuck mont, faster.” you moaned. “you like that huh, baby girl?” he teased you. you tried to arch your back up off of the bed, but he held you down. he was still moving excruciatingly slow and you couldn’t take it anymore. 

you were whimpering and monty spoke up again. “look at me y/n. tell me what you want me to do.” you make eye contact with him while he moved in and out of you slowly. “i want you to fuck me montgomery. fast and hard.” you begged him. your dirty words made him twitch and groan.

 he propped your legs up on his shoulders and started speeding up. “fuck, you feel so amazing babe.” monty tells you. your eyes roll back as you curse his name. “you’re mine y/n. no one else can have you. no one can touch you like this.” he tells you, bringing his hand to rub circles on your clit. “y- yes monty. i’m yours. oh my god.” you say with your eyes closed. “look at me baby. come for me.” he tells you. you look him in the eyes and feel your walls clench around him as your orgasm approaches at his words. after seeing you come undone, he comes too. 

 he rides out his high and pulls out of you. you whimper and he lays next to you, caressing your cheek. “remind me to thank clay for having no patience.” monty says with a smirk. you raise your brows and start stuttering. “remi- you- what?” you question. “i knew his name the whole time. i just thought that if i annoyed him enough, i’d get to work with you, and i was right. he took longer to crack than i expected him to though.” he says still smirking. “montgomery, i hate you.” you tell him with a laugh.

“your mouth says that, but your body said otherwise.”

 a/n: i feel like i always say this, but that was so fun to write. i genuinely enjoy writing and making these scenarios come to life for you guys.

Thomas Doherty x Reader - “Confession”

Originally posted by dovecameron-thomas-domascamerty

Originally posted by coloursong

Request: “It’s me again 👋🏾 Could you please write a Thomas Doherty imagine, where the reader is like very shy and she hears him speaking about her really cute? As always, I just admirer your writing 💗💗”

@just-danishgirl

Pairing: Thomas Doherty x Reader

Warnings: None

“Hey Y/N!” Your cast mate Dove exclaimed running over to your trailer excitedly.

“Hey, what’s up?” You questioned opening the door so she could come in.

“Nothing much, you know what scene you’re filming today?” She smirked. You plopped down on the couch next to her and shrugged. “No, did you see the schedule?” You asked confused.

You were currently playing the daughter of Belle and the Beast, and twin of King Ben. Even though you had filmed the first installment of the series already, you still struggled to be confident and voice your opinion.

Dove and Sophia were your best friends out of the whole cast, so you mostly stuck by their side. “The kiss scene with Thomas.” She smiled giggling.

Your face turned red in embarrassment and started shaking your head. “Already? We just started filming two days ago!” You exclaimed running a nervous hand through your hair.

“Thomas likes you, Y/N. We all see it.” Dove said giving you an encouraging expression. “He does not, he barely knows me.”  You argued sighing loudly.

“Y/N L/N to makeup please. Y/N to makeup.” The intercom voice spoke over your conversation. “Go, Thomas is in makeup right now too.” Dove said rushing out of your trailer excitedly.

You groaned at her planning and trudged out of your trailer to the makeup trailer. “Hello, Y/N.” Martha, your makeup artist smiled warmly. You gave her a small smile and sat in the chair in front of the mirror.

“Y/N, did you happen to see what scene we’re doing? I didn’t get a chance to check.” Thomas asked as his makeup artist began applying concealer under his eyes. “Uh…the kiss scene actually. You know, between us.” You stuttered quietly.

“Already? Wow that was quick.” He said shockingly. You frowned. Did he not want to kiss you or something? Dove was completely wrong, he didn’t seem excited for this scene at all. After makeup, you headed to the wig area to get your hair curled in the style of your character, Arabella.

“Hey, how was your talk with Thomas?” Dove asked stopping you mid-step. “You were wrong, he didn’t even seem happy about the scene.” You said shrugging your shoulders. To be perfectly honest, you did find yourself liking Thomas even more. And him doing this was making you misjudge his feelings about you.

“It’s fine, I’ll be fine.” You stated walking into the hair department.

You had just gotten into your costume for the day’s scenes and heading to set when you heard frantic whispers coming from the catering tent.

“Mate, I don’t think you understand! I can’t do it!” You recognized the voice as Thomas’. “Dude, relax. Y/N likes you too, it’s pretty obvious.” The second voice had to be Booboo’s.

“But what if she doesn’t? I don’t want to ruin this, I really like her.” Thomas argued sighing deeply.

You blushed as you heard the confession firsthand. This was going to be a fun day on set.

China and Dove had just finished their arm wrestling scene when Kenny called you and Thomas onto the set.

“Okay guys, be loose. Don’t be stressed about it.” He smiled as the two of you got into position. “Hey. I heard when you were talking to Booboo.” You whispered.

Thomas’ eyes went wide as he began to shoot down your accusations. “I like you too.” You interrupted quickly. “You do?” He asked hopefully, a small smile appearing on his face.

You nodded feverishly as the director yelled “ACTION!”.

“Harry, you alright?” You questioned entering Ursula’s Fish and Chips. “Yeah, I’m fine.” Thomas spoke with a sad edge to his voice.

“You’re not, I can tell.” You sighed putting a hand on his shoulder. “And how would you know, Princess? You don’t know me. You don’t know what it’s like to live in someone else’s shadow.” He exclaimed pushing off your hand.

“Are you serious? My brother is the poster child for goodness! I was always the one who wanted to have fun, not be a royal prodigy.” You said looking down in embarrassment.

Thomas looked at you and held sympathy in his blue eyes. He moved towards you until he lifted your chin with his hooked hand to make you look into his eyes.

“I always thought…” “You were the only one.” You finished as a small smile formed on your lips. Thomas chuckled softly and leaned in, until your lips touched.

It was a short and sweet kiss, but it still left you blushing. “Sure you wouldn’t prefer a prince?” He asked. “Not one bit. I have a thing for pirates.” You smiled.

this new official art is so wild i have so many questions

- why do they have a pink cadillac ?? did they rent it ?? is it Viktor’s ??

- they seem to be driving, unless they’re standing still and a strong wind just happened to pass by, so that means Viktor has a driving license. Somehow this explains everything and also nothing

- if they are driving, why is Yuuri in Viktor’s lap ??? guys I know you are in love but please ?? I know you are inseparable but you need to have some boundaries ???? tHERE IS A MINOR IN THE CAR

- why do they have so many things in the car. It’s so crowded. It doesn’t seem to be attached to anything. PLease. Guys you don’t have a roof  

- why do they have that bouquet of flowers ?? did Viktor give it to Yuuri ???

- Makkachin is unattended in the backseat. There is no roof. Please

- why did they bring so many plushies ??? you have bathing equipment why are you bringing all your plushies?? you’re drowning in them please leave them at home

- is that a surfing board??? who surfs then ??? it must be Viktor. It has an “I love Hasetsu” sticker on it w Makkachin next to it ?? did Viktor custom order a sticker ???

- Viktor why is your hand not on the steering wheel? ??? DO YOU CRAVE DEATH ??? 

- speaking of hands, what is Yuuri’s hand doing in Viktor’s lap ???

- there’s a tiny bowl of katsudon attached to the suitcase ?? where do you get this merch my dudes

- sEATBELTS????? not on Viktor Nikiforov’s watch

- Viktor’s sunglasses, eyes, flying hair and exposed collarbones ??? I didn’t need to live anyway 

- they might not need to live either considering tHE MESS IN THIS CAR AND THE INABILITY TO NOT BE GAY EVEN IN THE FACE OF DANGER

Signs That You Attend An #HBCU...

1. When you got to school, you thought it was going to be like Hillman…


…but it ended up being more like College Hill.



2. If you’re a girl, you may have felt a little like this…

3. Girls show up to 8 a.m. classes in stilettos and in full make up


4. Your school gear always comes up missing when you visit home…

and you catch your family wearing it a few weeks later


5. Everyone on campus is quick to rattle off the names of your alma mater’s most influential alumni.


Morehouse

Howard

Tennessee State

North Carolina A&T


6. History classes (and poli sci, and English, and music) are steeped in black history…



And you can’t graduate without taking an African history class…

7. Graduating on time would be a miracle…

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8. During finals, the library feels a little bit like the club…


9. You Try to get a copy of your transcript, and the registrar is like…





10. You’re used to seeing someone you know leaving the financial aid office looking like this:

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(Unless it was refund check time, in which case they looked more like this…)




11. You missed every class during homecoming week…




12. Then you skipped your school’s homecoming to go to Howard’s…



13. The best part of the football games was halftime…




14. Out of nowhere everyone emerges outside on the first day of spring…




15. When people suddenly disappear during the semester, it’s probably  because they were doing this…

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16. And you spend hours waiting to see them do this on the yard…

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 (even though you can’t see or hear what was going on)…

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17. When you go to a party, no one can dance because of this…

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18. But you’ve never seen more than two Iotas at the same place at the same time…

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19. You’ve never heard of Delta Zeta or TKE or Alpha Phi or Kappa Alpha….

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But you can recite the names of the Divine 9 in order of their founding dates, even if you never pledged.

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20. Every dorm has a dude who can cut hair, or a girl who can put in weave for cheap.

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21. Eventually half the girls you know go natural at one point…

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22. You get a job off-campus so you won’t forget what it was like to have white friends…

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23. When you come home to visit, your family gives you a hard time about your decision to flout family tradition and go to Howard instead of Hampton…

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Or FAMU instead of Bethune-Cookman…

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Or Southern instead of Grambling…

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Or Alabama A&M instead of Alabama State

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24. But, in spite of the rivalries with other schools, whenever you meet someone who went to an HBCU, you do this.

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25. Because you both know that there’s one thing you can agree on:

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At 24, as a woman who hasnt had much sex at all, the advice I’d give to women just entering their 20’s is to have all the sex you want. Honestly, as long as you’re safe, single, and secure feel free to fuck the fine ass dude that always compliments your hair or the guy at the grocery store with the cute dimple that smiled at you, or the one with the thick thighs and nice ass at your local gym.

Even if sex aint an option for you, definitely definitely dryhump and makeout a lot lol. Just do what you feel. If you wanna get freaky, do that. Let all that sexual tension out. Iss healthy. And you wont find yourself in your 30s about to committ to one guy and wondering about all the experiences you missed out on and wanting to explore at the worst possible time.

Actually, if you’re single period, no matter how old you are, do all this lol.

LEGIT MY TRASH SON CHRISTOFFER ARRIVED AT EVA’S PARTY AFTER BEING ABSENT FOR 3548125 YEARS so what gives I WONDER

“William, I’m coming with u.”

“No, it’s ok. I can do this on my own. It’s Noora.”

“No, no, I feel it through our bro bond, you need support”

“Chris-”

“Like, the bro link is scared, it whispers to me William”

“What? Chris-”

“I have your back my man don’t u worry don’t you even worry”

“For fucks sake-”

“So we roll up, open the doors real slow and slide out, walking towards her, breeze ruffling our hair-”

“Dude”

“Right, she sees us like omg Chris you didn’t have to come to my party you absolute hunk! And I go haha maybe now I’M doing the stalking, but like, in a cool inside-joke way William ok??.. By that I, of course, mean Noora cause that’s what we’re doing”

“JESUS EVERLOVING FUCK JUST SHUT UP, GET IN THE GODDAMNED CAR AND DRIVE TO EVA’S SO YOU CAN BOTHER HER AND NOT ME”

Awkward 80′s Dating Video Sentence Starters

All from here. Adjust as necessary.

“I’m an executive by day and a wild man by night.
"Hi. You’ve probably already noticed that I have incredibly blue eyes.”
“I like to talk to people, uh, deep into the night.”
“I play guitar.”
“I don’t smoke and I don’t like people who do smoke.”
“I’m not afraid to get sand on my clothes if you’re not afraid to let the wind mess your hair up a little bit.”
“Perhaps even a…a nice bath with champagne and candles.”
“Hi Mom.”
“I consider myself a refined valley dude.”
“I’m looking for a trendy girl with a simple smile – uh, wait, no that’s not right.”
“What I’m not looking for is some big…overgrown monster that’s always thinking about food.”
“Who so binds to himself a joy doth its winged life destroy.”
“Vivacious, foxy…”
“I’m looking for the goddess. Are you the goddess? Who is the goddess?”
“I’m looking for a figure that is sexy, slim, tight, excellent legs – mm…”
“I’m a 25-year subscriber to both Playboy and the New Yorker Magazine.”
“I operate a ‘damsel in distress’ hotline. I guess you’d call me a knight~”
“One of my favorite foods is pizza.”
“Sugar and spice and all those things that are nice…”
“I’d like someone who is fun and adventuresome as well.”
“I enjoy having fun, yes.”
“I’m looking for someone to have fun with.”
“No fatties, no hamsters, no Donna Juanitas!”
“We don’t like to write checks.”
“We don’t like to take out the garbage.”
“What I’m doing right now is making a movie about World War II.”
“I’m currently involved in cleaning up toxic waste.”
“I’m not having fun doing this.”
“Do you like cats?”
“I like to wear bright socks.”
“Life is a playground and I want somebody to play with.”
“I really have a zany sense of humor.”
“My mother still writes to me regularly.”
“I average about 4 hours a night’s sleep.”
“I will cry at a commercial.”
“I’m interested in most phases of data processing.”
“Type A I’m not. Comfortable, caring, and serious about a relationship…I am.”
“I’m really looking for somebody I can feel special about!”
“Are you that woman? Please give me a call!”
“A journey always begins with the first step!

The Game of Cat and Mouse (Peter Parker x Reader)

A/N: Don’t hate me for doing something not Riverdale lol.

Imagine: Peter faces a new challenge when a new hero on the block begins taking all the good cases… and his reputation. Little does he know that her true identity lies closer than he ever imagined. He realizes your secret identity, while you’re none the wiser to his.


Peter wiped the sweat from his brow, though it did not do much as it was currently covered in red spandex.

He’d been going at it with you for what seemed like hours, though it was only minutes. No matter how fast he seemed to travel through the air via his webs, no matter how fast Karen’s technological prowess picked up on the latest crimes, he’d arrive at the scene of the crime and there you were, already tying up the bad guys and leaving your signature kiss on their cheek with your pink lipstick.

He’d had enough. He was the hero that Brooklyn needed, not you! So, he challenged you. Winner gets to be the presiding hero over the Brooklyn area, loser has to find something else to do. You grinned at his proposal, barraging him with enough blows and kicks for him to wonder how human you really were.

He ducked the roundhouse kick you aimed for his head, shooting his webs at your arms. You dodged the shot deftly, sweeping a leg under his ankles. He jumped to avoid being tripped.

You chuckled, blowing a large, pink bubble with your gum as you extended your compact staff, using it as a lever to jump at him and aim more hits.

“You’re chewing gum!?” Peter said exasperatedly, voice cracking. He’d never met such a nonchalant superhero before, and that was coming from someone who’d taken Ant-Man head-on.

You shrugged, twirling your staff. “It helps me think.” Your comm unit rang and you plucked it off your belt, masked eyes widening at the message. “Gotta go. We’ll pick this up next time, Spider-Dweeb.” With a running head start, you jumped off the roof of the building and out of sight.

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coming back around

Summary: Four months later, and it starts with a phone call and a slightly more-than-absurd request. 
Pairing: Taehyung | Reader
Genre: Fluff; Post Breakup AU 
Word Count: 4,738

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“You want me to do what?”

Taehyung visibly winces at your tone of voice, while not over accusatory or threatening or aggressive, is just enough to make him realize the ridiculous notion of his previous request. It had been slightly absurd even before he had decided to brave towards a phone call, but now that the words are out there, it’s even more absurd. He tries to picture you now: your eyebrows knitted together and your lips jutting out into that adorable pout that he use to trace out with his finger before pulling you in for a kiss, nips and bites and anything to make your pout turn into the smile that he loved so much.

He swallows thickly as soon as he hears you humming on the other side of the phone, enough to drag him out of his trance, enough to make the statement burn itself into the back of his head: the statement that you weren’t his girlfriend anymore and he couldn’t just kiss you because he wanted to.

“Taehyung, are you still there?”

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Meet Me Inside - Part 6

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Relationship: Bucky x Reader

Summary: You really wanted your last year to go without a hitch so you could finally get your Masters degree. But then Professor Barnes walks in to your lecture. And he makes it a whole lot harder to focus.

A/N: Oof this is rough. Sorry lol. HUGE shoutout to @poe-also-bucky for helping me through this one. I was ready to delete everything lol you’re a sweetheart.

Warnings: Language, mentions of dream

Words: 1838

Originally posted by damnirvine

Of all the people you would ever have expected to see tonight, Professor Barnes was the last person you’d have guessed. But life is a fickle bitch. And so that is precisely who you have the fortune to meet.

And is if that wasn’t enough, the moment you lay your eyes on him, images of his lips pressing against your skin flood your mind and you look away immediately.

Fuck fuck fuck this is the last thing I need.

“You’re hilarious” Steve deadpans as Barnes comes to stand beside him before Rogers introduces him to the group. “This is Professor James Barnes, although I know some of you have the misfortune of being in his classes” Rogers smiles at you and trying to casually return the gesture is difficult when you see Natasha look at you from the corner of your eye.

Steve turns to order drinks for the group and Nat waits till there is enough chatter amongst the group before asking “So what did Rogers mean by that look?”

“What look?” you try to act unfazed. It doesn’t work.

That look. How did he even know you’re in his class?”

A loud guffaw from one of the guys breaks you both from your hushed conversation and you’re secretly relieved. You hadn’t told Natasha about Steve walking in on Bucky flirting with you and the more time that passed, the less likely it seemed that you would delve in to that specific event. You weren’t sure if it was because you were embarrassed by what happened or if talking about it would just make it all the more real.

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Allura and Lance Brotp Headcanons
  • Allura deals with mansplaining and disrespect a lot where she works. Everyone made the mistake of pulling their shit when Lance was around.
    • She’s doing a presentation and some guy is speaking or trying to talk over her turn up.
      • Lance snaps his fingers in dude’s direction.
      • “Hey, number one? Yeah you with the cocky grin at the name I gave you and the horribly greasy hair, a twelve is speaking so shut your fuck, thank you. Continue please Allura.“
    • Dude tries to pick a fight with Lance outside of work but he made the mistake of doing it outside of work.
    • Allura makes quick work of him and they go on their way.
      • Allura: We still going to that new cafe?
      • Lance: I love how you can beat a dude’s face in and then carry on like nothing happened.
      • Allura: One of my many talents.
  • Anyone not being able to find Allura in a crowd
    • Hunk: You’re up Pidge.
    • Pidge Getting on Hunk’s Shoulders: LANCE SUCKS, HE’S DUMB AND A TERRIBLE PERSON
    • Allura From The Crowd: WHO THE FUCK!? WHO THE FUCK SAID THAT? DO YOU WANT TO CATCH THESE HANDS? YOU KNOW WHAT FUCK THAT YOU’RE CATCHING THESE HANDS AND MY FOOT UP YOUR FUCKING ASS.
    • Pidge: Found her.
  • You disrespect his queen there will be murder
    • Keith: Lance no we don’t have time for this
    • Lance: He disrespected Allura Keith we have to destroy him now to protect her honor.
    • Keith: Lance no-
    • Dude: *says shit about Allura and Lance*
    • Keith: Actually yes, we’re killing this guy, call Shiro and tell him we’ll be late.
  • They have spa days together and Lance is the only one outside of family to even touch Allura’s hair.
    • If people ask and Shiro’s there Lance make’s a joke like “Shiro tried touching her hair once” and he’ll point to his prosthetic.
    • Shiro tries to give him a Disappointed Dad™ glare when that happens but it’s so funny seeing their faces when they look between Allura and Shiro’s arm.
  • Allura and Lance are equally second in rank of “Protect Them At All Costs” (Pidge is first ofc)
    • If the gang hears anyone talking bad about them that person’s best bet is to just book a plane ticket out of the country okay. (And make sure to do it fast enough before Pidge can hack it and make you a flight risk)
hidden relationship w/ idol!yuta (requested)

Originally posted by rebel-bee

request: Hii can you pls do Hidden relationship with idol!Yuta? Thanks :)

a/n so i’m guessing you guys really enjoy my hidden relationship scenarios bc i have a johnny and a doyoung one coming up as requested!!! other than that i still have a lot of other stuff in my requests but still feel free to send some here! i probably won’t post another one of these till next week since its project week so i’m gonna be focusing on school :( but please do support my other recent scenario for mark! thank you very much! (this got really long im so sorry)

genre: slight angst, fluff

  • ok so you’re ncts stylist 
  • so you’re always on the go with them and shit and you’ve actually grown pretty close to them
  • especially yuta
  • so yuta ,,,, he’s a flirt everyone is aware of this ,,, at first he tried to flirt with you whenever you do his hair
  • but then after a while, he’d actually talk about pretty interesting things which made u think like ??? oh he’s not just some stuck up flirty idol
  • then yeah you two eventually grew closer which led to him asking you out on a date
  • by date he means ,,, sneak out at 2 am and eat ramen at a convenience store
  • but that was fine with you. you understand his situation 
  • so you’ve pretty much only been dating for a month and since cherry bomb promotions have been going on, you can’t really risk getting him in trouble so you both agree to tell everyone about your relationship after promotions end
  • so yeah yuta’s actually such a good bf
  • he treats you like a goddess, he literally praises the ground you walk on
  • you, on the other hand, manage to sneak lil cheek pinches while doing his makeup
  • you’re always like “i don’t even have to do your hair it looks good no matter what”
  • you’re just a hidden power couple ya know
  • yeah ok so one day you’re just styling ncts hair and stuff and fixing their clothes for a music video
  • and johnny’s about to do his take and the other stylist is like “hey y/n can u do some final checks on johnny” and ur like yeah sure
  • so johnny’s sitting in the chair next to yuta’s and so yeah you’re doing final touch ups on johnny
  • and then he’s like “y/n ur really pretty”
  • and you’re like “oh thanks dude”
  • he’s like “are you free after the shoot we should go for some lunch or something”
  • you glance at yuta and he’s staring and u already know hes jealous bc hes so protective of u
  • you’re like “sorry johnny but ill pass i kinda have something going on later”
  • and he’s like “aw are u sure you can’t cancel that? its just lunch”
  • then he turns to yuta and he goes “bro don’t you think she should go out for lunch with me?”
  • yuta’s like “idk bro i mean she did say she already has plans tho” and he looks MAD
  • johnny’s like “aye do you have a boyfriend y/n”
  • you’re like “uhhhh yeah”
  • yuta’s like :333 dat me on the inside
  • johnny’s like “oh crap who’s the lucky guy!!!!!!”
  • you’re like “oh just some guy you don’t know him”
  • johnny’s like “oh well sorry for trying to get at you then man i didn’t know" 
  • ur like "nah its fine jaehyun tried to ask me out once too anyway”
  • then he goes off to film his take and thats when u realize YUTA DOESNT KNOW ABOUT THE JAEHYUN THING
  • yuta’s like “so jaehyun tried asking you out??”
  • you’re like “yyyyyyeeeeaaaaah”
  • “and you didn’t tell me?”
  • “yeaaaahhhhhh”
  • “was it before or after we started dating”
  • “after”
  • yuta’s like “if it was before would you have said yes”
  • and you’re like “wtf kind of question is that ofcourse not,,,, i had a thing for you”
  • and he’s still kinda insecure but he has to film so he leaves before he can say anything else
  • and you’re like no bby don’t feel that way :(:(:( 
  • so they’re taking a 10 minute break and you sneak yuta out back of the warehouse where theres no people
  • you’re like “yo you’re probably feeling insecure bc u think i would’ve dated your other members if you didn’t ask first aren’t you”
  • he’s just silent and looking at u
  • you’re like “well i wouldn’t have dated your other members anyway i always had a special thing for you bc you’re an amazing guy and the only one who can make my heart go like 💖💟💗💕💘💓💕💞💜💞💕 this and i only love you”
  • yuta grins and goes “you love me?”
  • you’re like “i said all that and thats all you got from it?”
  • he’s like “thats the only thing that really matters”
  • then he pulls you into a really tight hug 
  • like he’s literally squeezing your soul out
  • then he whispers “i love you too by the way”
  • and you’re like UGHHHDHDHH I LOVE ONE PRECIOUS BOY
  • and you pull him into a kiss
  • its cute bitch listen he smiles into the kiss isnt that fucking cute 
  • then when you pull away you see something in your peripheral vision 
  • you both turn to see the members staring at yall in shock
  • they’re faces are literally like :O
  • then doyoungs like “did i just watch a scene from a fucking drama or was that real life”
  • donghyucks like “HYUNG YOU’RE DATING Y/N??!?!??!!!!!?”
  • and while they’re all in shock their manager follows and goes like “you two. we need to talk”
  • you’re like “aw crap we’re so screwed”
  • so yeah the manager talks about how your relationship is gonna have to be lowkey. like really lowkey. and you both agree bc its better than being split up RIGHT
  • so after that scary talk yuta’s like “that was unexpected”
  • you’re like “that was really unexpected. and its only 2 pm.”
  • then yuta’s like “true. so can i get a kiss again”
  • you’re like “fuck off” but you pull him closer anyway and as you’re leaning in THE MEMBERS COME IN
  • THEY JUST COME IN AT THE WRONG TIMES
  • taeyongs like “are we interrupting something”
  • jaehyuns like “oh damn i remember i asked you out once y/n im so sorry”
  • johnny’s like “I ASKED YOU OUT THIS MORNING”
  • and the members are laughing at this and so is yuta
  • you’re like “its okay really johnny”
  • he’s like “NO ITS NOT I EVEN ASKED YUTA FOR HIS OPINION”
  • AND THE MEMBERS ARE CRACKING TF UP
  • “AND YOU SAID I DIDNT KNOW WHOEVER YOUR BF WAS. HE WAS SITTING RIGHT NEXT TO US”
  • and everyones just laughing while you’re reassuring johnny that it isnt a big deal
  • yuta puts his arm around you and he’s like “well atleast you guys know now. keep your hands off my lady.”
  • and donghyucks like “thats so gross and cheesy get out”
  • you’re getting shy so yuta pinches your cheek using the hand thats resting on your shoulder
  • everyone cringes on the outside but they actually find it REALLY cute
  • so everyone goes back to minding their own business
  • then yuta whispers “so how about a date after filming? or do you actually have plans?”
  • you grin and go like “only with you” :)
  • the end
Dating Carlos would include...

- him trying to discreetly gaze at you 

-you always catching him

-him stuttering when he can’t comprehend how beautiful and amazing you look 

-getting to use his 3d printer whenever and for whatever you want. score. 

-supporting him on his journey to get better at Tourney

-him being so freaking nervous to ask you to Cotillian

-him hugging you so hard because it’s the best part of his days

-him being the subby most of the time 

-him being super protective when he needs to be

-Dude loving you 

-taking walks around campus with him and Dude

-him picking out your outfits for about half of the week

-you helping him overcome his fear of dogs, and more importantly, his mother

-being so mad at his mom for what she put him through. like so, so mad. 

-playing video games together

-the VK’s loving you 

-Mal and Evie becoming your older sisters

-soft hugs

-soft kisses

-touching his soft hair

-everything being soft

-eating sloppy chocolate with him 

-helping him decide how he’s going to do his hair

-always knowing when something’s up with you, most likely before you even do 

-him being the best shoulder to cry on

-him NOT saying “is it that time of the month?” EVER. NEVER. HE WOULD NEVER SAY YOUR LEGITIMATE FEELINGS ARE DUE TO A BODILY FUNCTION. HE HAS SO MUCH MORE EMPATHY AND RESPECT THAN THAT

-his feminist ideals showing in the equivalent roles you two have in the relationship

-him getting really excited over the littlest things

-you thinking it is really cute 

-him being the little spoon

-butterfly kisses

-him playfully biting on your nose 

-cute notes he would leave in your locker

-him loving you so much

-him making sure you know it each and every day 

Insecure

Summary: When it’s announced that you won’t be attending prom, your friends are determined get you there anyway.

Paring: Isaac Lahey x Fem reader

Warnings: FLUFF!   

Notes: GIF is not mine.


You walked through the cafeteria towards your usual table where most of your friends already sat. You took a seat in between Stiles and Isaac in an attempt to stop their bickering and immediately started filling your face with food. “Y/N…” Lydia sung. You instantly froze and slowly looked up. You knew that tone of voice all too well. She sat in front of you smiling brightly with her phone held against her chest. “What?” you said with a mouthful of food. Lydia turned her phone so that screen faced you. It displayed a stunning red dress. It showed a fair amount of cleavage and had slit that exposed your leg all the way up to the thigh. Prom was coming up fast and the whole school was buzzing with excitement. “Lydia it’s gorgeous.”

“Then it’s yours.” You stabbed your food with your fork and gave a nervous laugh. You were flattered that Lydia wanted to buy you a dress, but you hadn’t actually planned on going to prom. “If you look at us and say that you aren’t going, I’m going to scream.” Kira said wide eyed. You chewed your lip anxiously. “Y/N you have to go.” Lydia whined “Even Malia is going and we all know how much she despises social gatherings.” Of course you wanted to go, hell you had been dreaming of prom for years. But now you weren’t so sure it was going to happen. “Why aren’t you going?” Scott asked. “I don’t have a date.” The fact that this was your reason for not going honestly embarrassed you.

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Fight Me

Fandom: Marvel
Ship: Peter Parker x Reader
Requested: Yes, from this prompt list (”fight me, you attractive stranger”)
Genre: Neutral
Warnings: Mentions of Drinking, Mentions of Being Attracted™ to Someone
A/N: In this imagine, Peter and the reader are both legal

Originally posted by gounderoos

“You know, if you keep making me do this, I’m gonna get decked in the face one day.”

“Yeah, maybe, but at least it’ll be funny!”

You looked at your best friend with fake offense, slapping her in the arm as she mentioned the quote she would always dare you to say to a stranger whenever the two of you went out together.

“Yeah, and maybe then I’ll deck you in the face,” you muttered, looking around the room to see who she would pair you up with. There weren’t many people here to begin with, let alone someone you’d actually want to go up and talk to, but she pointed her finger towards the direction of the bar.

“That one,” she said, still pointing. You followed her finger but didn’t know who exactly she was pointing at.

“Which one?”

“Plaid shirt, brown hair. Next to the dude in the red shirt,” she said, and you groaned. You couldn’t even see his face, with his back turned to you as he was leaning against his elbows on the bar. You had no idea what to expect, and you didn’t want to embarrass yourself in front of a hypothetically very attractive person.

“I hate you,” you said, turning to look at your best friend. She smirked, smug, and motioned for you to walk up to him.

“Go on,” she said teasingly, and you slapped her in the arm again.

“Can I at least have another drink first?” You begged, beginning to regret ever coming out with her. You don’t know why you bothered. She did this every time—every, single, time.

“Nope,” she said, a smug look still on her face. Her smirk turned into a full-blown smile as she grabbed your arm, pushing you towards the direction of the bar. “Go on!”

“I hate you,” you grumbled to her, slowly walking over to the plaid shirt-wearing man. You breathed in and out deeply, preparing yourself for the embarrassment that was to come. You made your way to behind him, and his friend in the red shirt saw you first. The two of you locked eyes, and you saw his widen.

“Peter-” he began to say, looking back at his friend, but you tapped the boy in the plaid shirt on the shoulder before he could finish. He turned around, and you lost all the words you had been planning to say.

He might’ve been the most beautiful man you had ever seen. His hair was slightly wavy, falling onto the sides of his forehead. His plaid shit was buttoned all the way up except for the top button, giving you a view of his collarbones. His jaw line looked as if it could cut glass, and his eyes- well, they were staring at you just as widely as yours were staring at him.

“Um, I, uh,” you stuttered, overwhelmed by the sight of him. But you needed to get this over with, before you could let the embarrassment sink in. “Please just play along,” you said quietly, looking down at the floor quickly before looking back up at him with a determined face. He was still staring at you, shocked. 

You took one step back before raising your fists into a fighting stance. “Fight me, you attractive stranger,” you said, begging for your cheeks to not turn red.

He looked at you for a few long, silent seconds before letting out a small burst out laughter. You bit your lip, waiting for him to say something back so you could run away. He composed himself, feigning a serious expression before getting into the same position you were in, fists raised and leaning forward to bring his face closer to yours.

His friend in the red shirt watched on with his eyes still wide.

“Only if you throw the first punch, very beautiful stranger,” he replied, smirking and winking. You began to laugh, dropping your head to look at the ground again before you stood up in a regular position. He followed and did the same. 

You stuck your hand out for him to shake, and when he took it in his, your smile grew bigger. “I’m (Y/N),” you said, and he shook your hand firmly before letting it go. 

Your hand fell back to your side, as did his, as he said, “Peter. It’s very nice to meet you.” He smiled brightly at you, and you were nearly blinded by the beauty. You knew you must have been exaggerating, but right now, in this exact moment, you had never seen anyone more attractive than him.

You almost wanted to truly fight him, just in spite of his attractiveness.

“You too,” you said, looking him up and down once more. You knew he noticed, and you saw him do the same. You looked to the side for a moment to see his friend had since left, but you quickly looked back at him- at Peter.

“So what was with that whole thing? Why do you want to fight me?” His smile stayed on his face, and the way he tilted his head slightly to the side as he looked at you made your heart beat faster in your chest.

“Why don’t you order me a drink while I go tell my friend over there I’ll be talking to you for the rest of the night, and I’ll tell you all about it,” your smile slipped into a smirk as you watched his eyebrows climb up his forehead. He was clearly surprised at your forwardness, and you liked that you caught him off-guard.

“Sure thing,” he said, and you continued to smirk at him as you turned around to walk towards your friend. When you arrived back at your table, she looked at you with wide eyes and her jaw dropped.

“Dude, what the hell!” She yelled, slapping your shoulder. “How did you manage that!”

You laughed, grabbing your purse from the table. “What can I say, I’m a catch,” you said, moving to walk away again. “Don’t wait up for me,” you smiled slyly, and she laughed in shock.

As you made your way back to where Peter was leaning against the bar, looking at you with a smile on his face, you reminded yourself to thank your friend when you saw her next.

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Coming home to Tom after a concert (Tom Holland headcannon)

-“I’m downstairs. Can you come open the door?”
-shuffling noise in the background as Tom jumps to his feet
-“You didn’t take your keys?”
-he pants out, bursting through the door of your shared flat
-“Apparently not”, you say, teeth chattering from the cold. You’re starting to regret not buying that coat on sale you’d seen.
-you jump on your feet, trying to keep yourself warm. But you feel like your body is freezing.
-you see him through the window on the door
-he’s not wearing any warm clothes sans his pyjamas and you feel both guilty and touched that he would do that for you
-you see he’s barefoot when he opens the door and he wraps both arms around you when you enter
-“you must be freezing.”
-he looks down to see your nose red and your eyes watering
-“I told you to call me when the concert finished, darling.”
-“I didn’t wanna wake you.”
-he shakes his head at your excuse, still not believing that you’d rather freeze your tits off than disturb him
-“I can’t sleep without you anyways.”
-you walk up the stairs and the warmth of your flat feels like heaven
-plopping down heavily on the sofa, Tom rushes into the kitchen to fetch you some water
-you take the glass, warm in your hands and chug it down in one go
-“How’d it go?”
-“Amazing. Of course it was. It was Tove Lo, after all.” You say, even though you wished he could be there. His damn early flight in the morning prevented him from going though.
-“Go to bed, Tom. You have an early morning.”
-he doesn’t listen
-instead he takes off your scarf and the beanie on your head
-he leans down to untie your shoes and take them off
-and then he pulls you into his arms on the sofa
-he rubs your arms up and down, trying to warm you up.
-and even though you’re still freezing, you just look at Tom and wonder how on earth you managed to snag such an epic dude
-after a few minutes, you’re warm enough that you lean towards him, kiss his neck and say, “I’m good. Go. Get some sleep.”
-he shakes his head and then he’s on his feet
-you hear the microwave beeping and then he’s stood in front of you-messy haired, sleepy-eyed, with a plate full of fettuccine alfredo
-and you know this is what heaven looks like

a/n: inspired by true events when I was coming back from Tove’s concert, freezing but there was no Tom. And I really wanted there to be. :(