i am so awkward you guys

JOSH KEATON DOESN'T DESERVE THIS BULLSHIT. LEAVE SPACE DAD ALONE!!!

Seriously guys, stop it. Don’t be fucking rude to those who find joy in something that you do not. Grow the fuck up. And personally, I advise everyone in this fandom to not ask the cast/crew about the Voltron otps/ships. It’s just awkward to me… and I also believe it is for them, too. They have to think about what to say so you guys don’t bust a nut over whatever response you get.

It’s 2017, y'all. Have some respect.

BBS As Things My Friends Have Said
  • Vanoss : Oh man I've never been the leader of a group before. I...I don't like it...it's too much responsibilty.
  • Delirious : You gun of a son I never eat - a-ate you - fuck! *pause* This is why I can't learn another language I can't even English.
  • Moo : I read that every friend group has the one mom friend and I was thinking and none of us are - *pause* *gasp, quiet voice* I'm the mom friend...
  • Terroriser : I like to think I'm a calm individual and - YOU SON OF A BITCH JENNY PUT MY GOD DAMN SKITTLES DOWN I PAID TWO WHOLE DOLLARS FOR THEM!
  • Mini : I wish I could leave this friend group and join another but making friends is hard and I am socially awkward.
  • Wildcat : Yeah the problem is I'm 6"0 of anger friends with you dumbasses who get emotionally hurt too often and you make me feel sad when you're sad so stop!
  • Nogla : I'm a DUFF. But not like an ugly friend and shit, I'm just who they tease to make themselves feel better so...I'm the...W-T-T-T-M-T-F-B?
  • Lui : I act like a child to cover up I've lived too long and want to die.
  • " You're 17. "
  • Seventeen years too long...
  • Ohm : I feel like whenever you guys come up with horrible pranks or dares you store them in your brain so when I'm around you unlock them and force them all on me.
  • Smitty : Look the difference between Americans and Canadaians is after one night stands an American will bite their own arm off to get away and a Canadaian will probably just kill the one night stand and move away in shame.
  • Basically : THIS IS RACISM!
  • " Just because you suck at tag doesn't the game is racist! "
  • Scotty : You make fun of me for my Southern accent one more damn time I will put on overalls, a straw hat, grab a pitch fork and burn your house down all while chanting "y'all" and drinking iced tea!
Chemistry || Peter Parker Imagine

Pairing: Peter Parker x reader

Request: (i got you fam) @tom-holla Hey!!! Can I request a peter park x reader where reader has a major crush on peter and they turn out to be lab partners and she like can’t get two words out when talking to him bc she’s so nervous and he starts teasing her about it all cute and asking why she’s so nervous and if she likes him and she ends up admitting it and stuff? FLUFF! Thank u sm!

Word Count: 1090

A/N: This had great potential to be good, but the ending kinda sucks, and so does the rest of it 

Originally posted by sincerelysaraahh


Midtown High. For most students, high school is the worst place on Earth. But Midtown was the only place Y/N could see her muse, Peter Parker. He was just such a good person, which made her like him so much more than she already did.

Y/N wasn’t really friends with Peter. They were just acquaintances due to having so many classes together since middle school. Most of the time, she avoided him at all costs because she felt so awkward around him. She has talked to the brown haired boy before, but she couldn’t even mutter a proper sentence to him.

Y/N and Peter both had Chemistry class together. It was one of her favorite classes because she could watch him ,first hand, being the smart kid everyone knew him as.

She walked into the class which only held few students in it so far. She quickly took out her supplies for the class. Y/N looked at the door, and saw Peter walk in. His lab seat was across the aisle from hers, next to his friend Ned. She looked down at the table, suddenly interested in the graffiti done by other kids at the school.

Peter put his backpack on his lap to take out his Chemistry books. He looked over and saw Y/N tracing something on the table. He smiled, “Hey, Y/N.” She shot her head up to look at him, kind of stunned. “H-hey P-Peter,” she stuttered out. She smiled back but quickly shifted her gaze back down to the table, with her shoulders hunched. Why am I so awkward around him?

The tardy bell soon rang as everyone got situated in their seats. Everyone in the class gave their attention to the teacher, indicating her to get started.

“Alright, everyone. For the next couple of weeks we will be doing a series of labs where you will need a partner,” Y/N’s classmates started to look around to find their friends as partners, “But, I gave you all partners so that I know you guys are actually doing your work.” Some of the teenagers groaned. The teacher sighed, expecting their responses.

“So I made a list of who everyone is working with. Once you find your partner, go to one of your lab tables and start the procedures that I left. The materials needed are also on the tables. If you need anything or have any questions just come to me.” She said with a smile, displaying the pairs on the projector. Y/N looked for her name, having trouble since everyone was standing in her way to find their partners. Y/N’s lab partner sitting next to her stood up and moved away, distracting her a bit more. Before she could find her name on the list, Peter walked up to her. “I think we’re partners.” He said, taking the seat next to her.

Y/N looked up at the board, the sea of people finally cleared, and saw her name next to Peter Parker’s. “Oh.” She said, not looking up at him. Peter grabbed the list of procedures and placed it between the two. “You don’t talk much, do you?” He stated as he opened his notebook to write down everything. Y/N mimicked his actions, swallowing hard from embarrassment. She couldn’t exactly say that she had a huge crush on him, making her feel awkward around him. Before she could make up an excuse, Peter looked up from his paper, glancing at her. “Or I just make you nervous?” He asked with a smirk, making a rosy blush appear on her cheeks.

Y/N shook her head, “N-No it’s j-just,” Y/N sighed and muttered, “I-I don’t know.”

Peter chuckled, “So I do make you nervous.” He stated. Peter was never this confident while talking to a girl. But Y/N’s attitude was so adorable to him. She groaned, “N-No, you d-don’t.“ 

Peter went back to writing on his paper. “Your voice is saying otherwise darling’.” He beamed. Y/N just didn’t respond, to save herself some dignity. She continued to copy what was on the paper, without getting distracted by her crush.


The rest of the class period went on, Peter still poking fun at her. But he couldn’t let go of that cute stutter she had. “So, what is it then? Why you can’t talk to me?” Peter pushed, not looking away from his notes. Y/N blushed, “I-I don’t kn-know.”

“Well, I think you like me.” He said smirking once again, dropping his pencil when the bell suddenly rang, ending this class. Students were rushing to put their stuff away to get to their next class. Y/N sat there frozen as she watched Peter stand up and put his notebook into his backpack. “No, P-Peter. It isn’t l-like that.” Y/N stammered, moving to put away her supplies as well.

Peter turned to look at her, “Well, that sucks.” What. Why would that suck? Did he like her too? “W-Why?” Y/N questioned following the boy out of class.

It’s now or never, Peter thought. He shrugged his shoulders, playing with the straps to his bag, not making eye contact with her. “I was kinda hoping you had a crush on me. I thought we had…. Chemistry.” He said, emphasizing the word Chemistry.

The joke made Y/N chuckle. Music to his ears. He didn’t hear the shy girl laugh often so he wanted to treasure this moment. It means that she was getting more comfortable around him, just slightly. “Do-do you like me?” She asked, starting to stutter.

He stopped in the hallway to turn and look at her straight in the eye with a sincere look on his face. “I have for a while, Y/N.” He said in all seriousness. No kidding around.

“M-me too,Peter.” She muttered with a smile. They looked at each other for a second before Peter broke the silence between the two.

“Do you want to hang out this weekend or something? We could study for that test next week.” Peter suggested, starting to walk towards their next class again. “I-I would love to,” she smiled, “but only since we have Chemistry.” This time Peter was the one to laugh at the corny joke.

Peter was finally able to act like a normal teenager. No Spider-Man. No superheros. No super powers. Just him and a girl. Together.

7 Days of Heaven (Day 7 – Yugyeom)

**GIF NOT MINE

Teaser 1 Teaser 2  Prologue Day 1-Jaebum Day 2-Mark  Day 3-Jinyoung Day 4-Jackson Day 5-Youngjae Day 6-Bambam  

Characters:  Kim Yugyeom (GOT7) X You (OC/Reader) X GOT7 members

Genre:  Smut

Warning/s:  Dom!Yugyeom, Lots of hair pulling (just because hahaha), thigh and butt smacking (hmmm), choking (mild), Bondage (light), Thigh Riding (because I love Yugyeom’s slender thighs they scream sex), Actual riding hahaha sorry about that, Dry humping???, what else?? Idk anymore jfc just read it

Length:  5,768 words

A/N:  OK!!! So this is the 7th and last installment of my GOT7 Smut Series, 7 Days of Heaven! It took me centuries to finally complete this hahaha and it’s been more than 5 months since I posted the teasers (can you believe it omg).  I wanted to thank each and every one of you who had consistently shown love and support for this series!  I didn’t really expect to receive this much love and appreciation so I really, really am thankful!!!

By the way here is the final installment, I hope it is good?  And things got a bit out of hand, as always, so I hope this makes up for the weeks rather months of waiting!

Also, please make sure to read until the end :))))))))))))))))  That’s it, enjoooooooooy!


At this point, Mark and Jaebum are already downing the rest of the soju and beers that you guys had left behind while waiting for Jinyoung to come back.  They cannot make you stop talking about their younger members and your sexual desires towards them, making them more awkward by the second, hoping that you just finish rambling and mumbling so that they can put you to bed and they can all either go home or sleep on your guest room or living room.

“_____, let’s tak-“

“WAAAAIIIIT, M’ not yet done, k?” Your voice is turning slurry and Mark just slumped on the couch and Jaebum just let out a sigh.

“Just let her finish, then we can tuck her to bed once she’s done.”  Jaebum pats Mark’s thigh and the older agrees.

“So, we’re down to the maknae of GOT7, ______, Yugyeom, what can you say about him?”  Mark asks before downing the rest of his beer.

“OH OH OH, that maknae, Yugyeom, damn!  He is so sexy when he dances.  Have you seen Hit the Stage? Hot damn!  It is the first time that I envied a fucking floor.  Can he hump on me like that too?  Huh???  What do you think?  That will be great, right?  Damn…” You giggled loudly and Jinyoung already came back.

“OK OK, so I guess we are all done, oppa’s gonna tuck you to bed, okay?  ______?”  You nodded and you barely had your eyes open when Jinyoung asks you to jump on his back, carrying you upstairs towards your room.  Jaebum and Mark just sighed before cleaning the mess in the living room as they waited for Jinyoung to come back so that they can all go home and call this a night.


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"You dont want me" ladynoir

Ladybug sat at the top of the Eiffel Tower, her head in her hands, wondering how she could have possibly screwed things up SO badly. 

She heard the light footfall of her partner landing behind her. She couldn’t say she was surprised, he had never been one to leave her to stew in her own misery. 

“So…” he drawled, coming and sitting beside her, “that was an interesting broadcast today.” 

“It was a disaster,” she moaned, still not looking up at him, “I should just throw myself off this tower and put myself out of my misery.” 

“Oh come on, it’s not as bad as all that,” Chat said, patting her awkwardly on the back. 

She turned and glared at him. “It was a live stream, Chat! LIVE! It’s out there. Right now!” 

“True,” he conceded, nodding his head, “but it’s not like you said anything horrible. It was kinda cute actually.” 

“You don’t understand,” she moaned, slumping over so until she was curled up in his lap, “I’ve ruined everything! What sort of an idiot starts babbling about their crush on a live broadcast.” 

“Well, apparently you,” Chat said with a light laugh, cautiously reaching forward to play with the ends of her hair, “and about half of the rest of the known world. It could be a lot worse buginette.” 

“Do you think there is a chance he didn’t see it?” she asked hopefully, looking up at her partner’s thoughtful expression. 

He gave her a pitying smile. “I think you’re pretty much out of luck their bugaboo. You already have a ship name and everything. It’s trending on twitter.” 

“Ugh, that’s terrible,” she groaned, curling up tighter and burying her face against his leg. 

“I don’t know,” Chat teased, “I thought Ladrien had kind of a nice ring to it.” 

“This can’t be happening,” she moaned. 

“Hey, come on. What’s this really about? Is it really going to be so awful for the guy to know you like him? He might be flattered.” 

“It’s not that,” Ladybug said softly, “I mean, it’s MORE than that. I haven’t even told him I liked him- as myself, my not Ladybug self I mean. And now… let’s say he does feel flattered? That just means I have made myself my own competition! And it’s not like I can just go up to him and be like: Hey, by the way I’m Ladybug and, as you already know, I’m totally in love with you! Want to date me now?” 

“Oh god,” Chat said with a sudden sense of horror, “there are going to be so many desperate fangirls trying to do that.” 

“I didn’t even think about that! If he didn’t before he’s definitely going to hate me now. I might be the only person in the world who can simultaneously confess to her crush and make it harder for him to notice me!”  

“You really are one of a kind there bugaboo,” Chat said giving her another reassuring pat on the shoulder. 

“And what if this puts him in danger? I mean I might as well have stamped a butterfly tattoo across his back saying property of Ladybug, please exchange for one miraculous!” 

“Please don’t do that. I am told that models need to be very particular about what they put on their skin.” 

“It’s not funny. What if I honestly made him a target?”

“Hey,” Chat said “I promise you, if anything happens I will be the first person on the scene.” 

“Thanks,” she said gratefully, reaching up and catching his hand in her own.

“So, you’re in love with the model boy,” Chat said softly, rubbing his thumb absently against the back of her hand, “gotta say I didn’t see that one coming.” 
“Yeah well, it’s not like it really matters anymore,” she sighed, “it’s not like it would ever happen.” 

He scoffed at her, rolling his eyes theatrically to show his clear contempt for her pessimism. “So tell me My Lady,” he asked shifting slightly so that he could look down at her with a playful smile, “what is it that you see in this guy anyways?” 

“Wouldn’t you like to know.” 

“You don’t want me, so clearly you aren’t after the guy for his looks,” Chat said wiggling his eyebrows flirtatiously. 

“No,” Ladybug laughed, “although they don’t hurt.” 

“Why My Lady, was that you finally admitting that you find me attractive?” 

“You’ve always been attractive and you know it,” she said reaching up and flicking his bell. “As you can see I’ve just had my attentions elsewhere.” 

“Oh so this is a long standing attachment then? How long have you been dreaming of being M’Lady Agreste?” he teased poking her lightly on the nose. 

“Almost from the first day I met him. It will be two years next week,” she said softly. 

“The start of school,” Chat murmured, “you know him then?” 

“yeah,” she admitted reaching blindly around to catch his other hand and pull him to her like a security blanket. “We were in the same class in college and we still have a few classes together now. Plus our friends are dating so we hang out a lot.” 

“You two are close then,” Chat said a little breathlessly, “that… well that certainly clears things up.” 
“Yeah,” Ladybug said, “it’s not just some creepy celebrity crush. I mean, it kind of was that too. I have like 2 dozen photos of him plastered on my wall that I used to practice talking to because for the longest time I could barely string a sentence together around him, it was kind of embarrassing. I got over it eventually, but by that point I didn’t really have the heart to take the pictures down.” 

Chat gave her a warm smile. “I can see it now, you stuttering and tripping and shooting the poor confused boy adorable awkward smiles before running off in the opposite direction.” 

“Shut up,” Ladybug said but she couldn’t help grinning at her partners soft tone and fond smile. “I got better.” 

“I know.” He raised one of her hands to his lips and gave her a delicate kiss. “So you still haven’t told me what you see in this guy,” he challenged, “If I am getting demoted to your rebound choice I deserve to know what I am up against,” he said slyly. 

“He’s kind,” Ladybug smiled, filling with warmth as she thought about her love. “He always wants to see the best in people,and he… he is just good, you know? The kind of goodness that doesn’t come from ignorance or being sheltered, but that has seen pain and and heartache and loss and yet still chooses to be good. 

“That is high praise indeed My Lady.” 

“You aren’t going to make fun of me for this?” 

“No My Lady. If anything I am going to love you more for it.” 

She gave him another grateful smile before sitting up. The sun had begun to set and she knew she should be getting home. She probably had a dozen of so missed calls from Alya waiting for her. 

“Well who knows,” she said attempting to be flippant. “Maybe he’ll finally just reject me and I will change my mind about you Kitty.” 

“Wouldn’t that be a twist,” Chat laughed climbing to his feet and offering her his hand to help her up as well. 

“It would probably be for the best,” she sighed. “It’s not like we can be together. Not with Hawkmoth still on the loose. There is too much at stake. And I don’t know if I could bear having to hide my identity in a relationship.” 

Chat grinned again. “You are very wise My Lady.” 

“Mostly I am just telling myself that so I can feel better,” she admitted and was rewarded with a loud melodious laugh. 

“You know,” he said, eyes twinkling “you are probably right. Clandestine meetings, midnight makeout sessions, it’s probably better to hold out for the real thing.” 

“Yeah.” 

“Besides, I hate to break it to you My Lady but I have a sinking feeling that #Ladrien is not to be.” 

“And why is that Kitty?” 

“Well,” Chat said looking out at the sunset, “not to be the bearer of bad news but I have it on very good authority that your lover is very much spoken for.” 

“oh?” Ladybug said trying not to let her disappointment show. 

“Yes, completely and hopelessly in love. Someone at his school in fact.” 

“And who is this mystery girl?” she asked. 

“It’s right on the tip of my tongue,” Chat said his eyes glittering with something she couldn’t quite name, “it will come to me. I’ll have to tell you next time I see you.” 

“Well thanks for the heads up,” she said leaning over to give him a kiss on the cheek, “and thanks for cheering me up.” 

“Always My Lady. I should probably get heading home myself.” he pulled out his staff and and extended it. 

“Oh,” he said, shooting her a final grin as prepared to depart, “I do remember one thing.”
“And what’s that?” 

“The mystery girl, I knew there was something about her that I found particularly delectable.” 

“And what is that?” 

“Her parent’s own a bakery.”  

Never Have I Ever L.H

Originally posted by loserxhemmo96

warning: smut ;))))

word count: 2500+

summary: Luke takes y/n’s virginity after a round of Never Have I Ever

requested?: yes, hope you like it Anon! I’m sorry for the wait, I know I told you it would be up earlier but I didn’t get the chance :/ anyway don’t forget my requests are open and I respond to all! ;)

- Find my Masterlist here -

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“okay never have I ever… had sex” Ashton said, immediately putting his finger down after the suggestion. I didn’t want to play this game in the first place, not in front of 10 or so people I’ve never met before. I don’t mind Never Have I Ever but it’s better with just your friends so you can admit anything without feeling embarrassed.

But of course Ashton had to do the sex one. I’m not ashamed of being a virgin it’s just that people judge you very easily, because apparently still being a virgin at 18 is a sin. 

And I can’t lie because one look from everyone and my face crumbles, the moral of the story, don’t trust me to hide anything because people can tell I’m lying from a mile away. 

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Thank you for all the nice messages guys but truthfully– I am not good with complements, like I appreciate it but I don’t know how to respond which ends up awkward or it would seem like I don’t care…but it’s hella nice reading all of your guys’ messages– it brighten my day so thanks. Also– the blog just recently hit over 1k followers so that’s pretty dope. Lets go for a ride yo, cya.

Bad Things

Pairing: Tom Holland x Reader

Request(s): If you could, would you make an imagine where Y/N and Tom are working together on a project and Y/N likes to tease Haz or one of the other guys on set and Tom gets jealous (even though she likes him) and at some point he goes down on her and finishes saying something like “That’s how a guy should please you, darling” or something? Thank you! :)

Word Count: 3685 (The beginning wasn’t descriptive enough and then I made the beginning of the smut descriptive and then I stopped being horny for the end so it was pretty bad)

Song: Bad Things by Machine Gun Kelly and Camila Cabello  

Summary: You and Tom have been friends for a while and he helps you get a job on Infinity War. He normally brings friends on set so you thought nothing of Harrison, the cute blond that looks at you in a way that Tom doesn’t like.

Warning(s): (UM SO LIKE JUST A WARNING FOR THE WARNINGS: I WON’T DO MORE STUFF LIKE THIS IF NO ONE LIKES IT THIS COULD HONESTLY BE WAY BETTER I’M SORRY anyway back to your regularly scheduled programming) S M U TT, jealous!Tom, I forgot to write a condom scene so like unprotected sex (Assume that the reader is on the pill)(just remember don’t be silly cover your willy), it’s kinda just kinky like there’s “daddy” and “babygirl”, a little bit of orgasm denial, rough sex, yeah lemme just go burn my laptop now

Author’s Note: Pass me some holy water because this is the filthiest thing I’ve ever written. And I know that that doesn’t say much because I’ve written smut a whopping total of 2 other times but STILL I’M NOT SURE WHETHER I SHOULD BE ASHAMED OF THE SMUT OR PROUD OF HOW IT TURNED OUT BECAUSE IT COULD BE SO MUCH WORSE. But on a completely unrelated note, I start school tomorrow so I will probably be posting a lot less since my mom is crazy strict about homework and it makes a little sense but not enough to justify it BUT I will not burden you with my problems enjoy this sin-fest!

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Two Nights Stand

Summary: (Modern Au) After a bad breakup, your roommate insists that you need to a one night stand to end your dry spell and take your ex out of your system. But what happens when you forced to spend time with your one night stand?

Paring: Bucky x Reader

Words: 1446

Warnings: This is vaguely inspired by a movie of the same name,. Readers thoughts are in italic;

A/n: Thanks to @drinkfantasy for being my beta. You rock.

Originally posted by mebeingbored1

We need to talk.” Your roommate says getting in your room and sitting on your bed “Can it wait a few minutes, Wanda? This episode is almost done.” She groans annoyed, turning off the TV. “No, it can’t, you watched two whole seasons this week. You need to get out more, have fun and get laid. Really, when was the last time you got out of the house?”

You straighten up your sweater, sitting up on the bed, “Yesterday, to go to work.” She rolls her eyes at you and you feel like a kid that talked back to her parents. “Sure, you go to work almost every day, but when was the last time you got out the house to have fun?”

You don’t answer her because you don’t remember. Your life lately has been going to work and going home. “See, you don’t even remember. Look, I know that since you and Nathan broke up things are hard, but you need to go back out there. Have fun, do something crazy.”

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(BMC) Rich Got A Boyfriend, Song Parody

Parody: Rich Got a Boyfriend
Song: The Smartphone Hour (Rich Set a Fire)
By: Be More Chill

The parody no one asked for, and yet I made.
Also I kind of gave up halfway ahaha sorry
~*~

(MICHAEL)
Come on Jer
I know you’re there, ugh
Wait until I tell you what I heard
It’s too great to type it out
It’s ripe
Call back
You’ll freak out, I am sure

(JEREMY)
Player Two is calling
Player Two is calling
Player Two is calling
Hey!

(MICHAEL)
Oh my god
Oh my god
Okay so

At the end of school last evening
Very end of school last evening
Did you see Rich?

(JEREMY)
Yeah, I saw Rich

(MICHAEL)
So he’s behaving weird beyond his normal habit
Jumping up and down like a crazy rabbit

(JEREMY)
It must be hard living with no squip
I can’t blame him for kind of losing it

(MICHAEL)
Right but
He’s not insane

(JEREMY)
I never said he–

(MICHAEL)
Yo, he’s not insane!!

(JEREMY)
I never said he…?

(MICHAEL)
No
Because I know that it looked wack
But there were reasons for his lack
Of dignity– he had a plan he was scared to do
His fear kicked in and made him look like a goddamn fool
Now, do you want me to tell you?

(JEREMY)
Spit it out, spit it out!

(MICHAEL)
You really want me to tell you?

(JEREMY)
Spit it out, spit it out!!

(MICHAEL)
I’ll tell you ‘cause you are my closest friend

(JEREMY)
I’m your boyf

(MICHAEL)
Yeah, I know
So here’s what happened at the school-day’s end

Rich approached Jake and asked him out on a date
Wooojejwjhah
Rich approached Jake and asked him out on a date
Woooah

He told him he was bi
Wanted to give guys a try

And then Jake said yes and now I think they’re a pair
And then Jake said yes and now I think they’re a pair!!

(JEREMY)
Omg, Chris, answer me
This
Is some major news that you need to hear!!

(CHRISTINE)
Ignore

(JEREMY)
And also space and awkward face
I know you’re not very into gossip and that we’re still uncomfortable over our failed relationship but I actually think you’ll like this and I’m sorry once again about everything, okay?
Smiley face, huggy, question mark

(CHRISTINE)
Hey

(JEREMY)
You good?

(CHRISTINE)
I am

(JEREMY)
Awesome so
At the end of school last evening
Did you see Rich?

(CHRISTINE)
No I left quick

(JEREMY)
So he’s behaving weird and Mike was freaking
That Rich lost it; he was shrieking

(CHRISTINE)
His life is really bad just give him a break
He still has burn marks from burning down that house

(CHRISTINE/JEREMY)
His life is really bad just give him a break
He still has burn marks from burning down that house

(JEREMY)
Right but
That’s not the point
This time he actually had a plan
Involving Jake– I think you already understand

Rich approached Jake and asked him out on a date
Woooah
He told him he was bi
Wanted to give guys a try
And then Jake said yes and now I think they’re a pair!!
And then Jake said yes and now I think they’re a pair!!

(MICHAEL)
Hey everybody, have you heard?
Rich got a boyfriend, now go spread the word!

(JEREMY)
Sending a text! (Text)
Sending a tweet! (Tweet)
Sending a text! (Text)
Tweet! (Tweet)
Release the information, step and repeat

(CHRISTINE)
I’m glad to hear (Hear)
That Rich is snout (Snout?)
No I meant out… Did I say snout?
Sorry guys, my typing skills are awful, no doubt
(All her typing skills are awful, no doubt!)

(ALL)
R-I-C-H
We’re all here
Just in case anyone tries to point or leer
Jake is lucky, so are you
You guys are adorable… And a good match, too!
R-I-C-H
We’re so proud
The tall popular guy is finally away from the crowd
R-I-C-H
We’re all here
Screw the haters, you have us so don’t you fear!

{Insert passive aggressive screeching}

The Upside of Falling Down {II}

Originally posted by gifsfrommydvds

Warnings: Language

Pairing: University!Peter Parker x reader

Word count: 3.1k

A/N: Guys!!!! Thank you so so much for the positive response to pt. one of TUoFD!!! I’m so so so glad you guys liked it!!!  Just to let you guys know, I’m going back to university in a few days, so I won’t be as active as I’d like to be :( I made a full post about it here, so check that out if you want to know my update schedule and ask answering schedule.  Also, shout out to everyone who is going back to school this year, and I especially want to send all my love to everyone going into their freshman year at university!!! I get lots of messages from you guys asking for advice, and I just want yall to know that I am so proud of you for continuing your education, and I’m rooting for you!!!  You’re killing the game, yall.  And I’m sure university!Peter would be proud, too (didn’t know there would be so much discourse around where I decided to send him for university??? lmao oh well).  All my love.

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You had been in awkward car rides before.  There was the time that eight year old you threw up all over your friend’s cute older brother on a family road trip, or the time when you had accompanied your cousin and his girlfriend on a lake trip where she said no when he asked her to marry him.  Once, on a high school band trip, you accidentally gave a boy a boner the night before travelling home, and spent the rest of the next day avoiding him over the entirety of the bus and the plane rides with the help of your friends.  All of those experiences were sufficiently awkward, but, you had come to learn, none of them compared to the bus ride back to Columbia after you discovered that your biology partner was Spider-Man.

Each of you were tense in your stance, not allowing any parts of your body to touch the other, even on the small faux leather seat.  You kept your gaze glued to the scenery outside your window, watching as the trees by the side of the road flew by.  You were hyper aware of Peter next to you as he sat with his arms crossed, eyes firmly staring at his planted feet.  He hadn’t shifted since you had settled into your seats an hour and a half ago, and neither had you.  In your mind, you couldn’t help but reply the event that had unfolded in the cave, your discovery, and what had followed.

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So I’m in my food truck, and I’m slinging Korean Fried Chicken banh mis at anyone with $18 and an interest in Pan-Asian fusion cooking, and this guy says to me: bet you wouldn’t cook that bit of chicken.

He points inside the truck and suddenly I notice a raw drumstick that can’t have come from a chicken. It’s massive. It’s the size of an acoustic guitar.

“That’s not for sale,” I tell him.

He pulls out his wallet and shows me a wad of bills with the bit of paper from the bank still wrapped around it. The bit of paper says $500.

I want the chicken, he says.

So right now I’m thinking of how my dog’s got an abcess and how I’m hurting for the cash for the vet bill, real bad, so I take his money and slide it down the front of my pants just in case he tries anything. Then I pick up the drumstick and carry it over to the batter station, but it’s too heavy! I can’t hold it! I drop it and there’s a wet thud as chicken fat coats the floor. I try and keep my balance, but it’s no good. I slip and fall head first into the batter. As I try and stand up the batter bowl stays on my head like a hat and drips down, evenly coating the rest of my body. I can’t see shit, and next thing I know? I’m in the deep fryer.

I can feel the batter crisping up, and just as my skin starts to sizzle I manage to pull myself out of it and dive through the food truck window. I’m just running blindly here, and as I go the batter’s hardening. After a while it seizes up altogether.

When I wake up I’m in a lab surrounded by scientists. They tell me that I was found on the side of the road surrounded by pigeons who were trying to eat me. We saved your life, they say.

“Where am I?” I ask them. There’s an awkward pause.

There’s someone you should meet, one of them says.

The door opens and the guy who wanted to buy the big drumstick walks in. I’m so relieved to see a familiar face I start crying. He snaps his fingers and a doctor rushes to my side and dabs my tears away with a beautiful silk handkerchief.

“What are you doing here?” I ask him.

He smiles and tells me about how he’s a fried chicken millionaire who’s never been blessed with children and now his days are coming to an end and he needs someone to take over his empire. No one has ever tried to cook the big chicken before, he tells me.

“You’re pretty young,” I tell him. “You might still be able to have children.” It’s true. He looks like he’s 21.

He shakes his head sorrowfully.

“In that case, I accept,” I tell him. “I’d be honoured to be the new chicken millionaire.”

He shakes his head again and tells me they already found someone who managed to cook the big chicken properly, without falling over like a stupid asshole and nearly dying from pigeons and having to get medical treatment.

But I can tell you, he says, we’ve been looking for a new mascot, and we think your character of Crispy Guy is exactly what we’re after. Focus groups love it. I love it. Pigeons love it. All the doctors start laughing when he says that.

“What do I get?” I ask.

He tells me it’s an internship-level position, so it’s unpaid, but valuable experience and I get batter and cooking oil supplied. I have to use my own truck.

It’s not a great deal, but I’m in no position to negotiate.

“I’ll take it,” I tell him. I go to shake his hand but he’s already gone. Mascots don’t touch the boss, one of the doctors says.

It makes sense, and anyway: my hands are still completely encased in batter! I probably would have made his shirt cuffs greasy. And who would want a mascot that made things greasy? I probably would have been fired then and there.

“Thanks, amigo,” I tell the doctor, but he’s gone too. I’m all alone now. I pick up a 5-litre bottle of batter from the storeroom and head back to my truck to practise.

Day One

Summary: You have a crush on Peter, but Peter has eyes for someone else. Will you ever get the boy of your dreams or will you have to remain friends and move on?

Characters: Peter Parker (Tom Holland) x Reader

Warnings: None

Word Count: 1,116

A/N: Well, I was inspired. Get ready for a new series. I don’t know how long it will be, but this should be fun. I love feedback, and as always, enjoy.


It was finally Homecoming Week at school and you were actually excited for it. You had already talked to your friends, Ned, Michelle and Peter, about dressing up for the different days. You had become close friends with those three throughout your freshman year, and you were thankful for that. You were especially thankful for Peter because he was probably your closest friend out of the three because you both lived in the same apartment complex. You always planned movie nights at each other’s places every Friday evening when there wasn’t a big exam the following Monday. You both probably had way too many inside jokes that annoyed Ned and Michelle when you both would laugh at what it would be to seem nothing. Everyone thought that you and him would be a great couple, but you always denied it because Peter was infatuated with Liz Allan, who was a senior, the smartest girl in school and the prettiest, even if you did have a slight crush on your best friend.

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Space Cowboys and Walkmans (StarkQuill)

“So look, if you push this button here, it locks your screen so you dont accidentally hit anything while you’re out doing… whatever it is you do.”

“While I’m out guarding the galaxy.”

Tony’s lips twitched into a smile. “Sure, Star Lord. While you are out guarding the galaxy.”

“Do I detect some jealousy?”

“Definitely.” Tony shook his head with a little smile. “Space terrifies me. Want to be a spaceman, stuck on earth being a cowboy.

“Cowboys are cool.” Peter shrugged. “Besides, no need to worry about space when I’ll keep you warm and safe.” Peter winked at him and Tony looked away, flushing a little.

“Anyway, this little button here will keep your song playing steadily no matter what you’re doing.”

“You know, my Walkman did that too? No fancy technology required.” Peter argued, then he looked sad. “Miss my Walkman.”

Tony stared at him for a full minute. “So you aren’t grateful for this insanely expensive Stark Phone that I personally loaded over a thousand songs that I thought you would enjoy onto it? Is that what I’m hearing right now?”

“No.” Peter tried not to laugh at the horribly offended look on Tony’s face. “No. I appreciate it. It’s amazing.”

“But you miss your piece of shit Walkman.”

“Nostalgia man!” Peter argued. “Aren’t you nostalgic about anything?”

“Suck it, Space man.” Tony huffed and gathered up everything he’d brought to show off and turned and stomped out of the room.

“Nice goin.” Rocket snarked, baring his pointy teeth in a little smile. “Richest, most powerful guy on earth and you insult him when he gives you a present. Smart, StarTwat. Smart.”

“It is not Peter’s fault he is so foolishly attached to items from his childhood that he pushes away all attempts from the Iron Man to give him new things.” Drax interjected. “Just because it is stupid does not mean he doesn’t have the right to be nostalgic.”

“Um, thanks.” Peter sent Drax a look, knowing the guy was just trying to be comforting in that awkward, over literal, blunt way of his.

“I think you should stop flirting with him, and just get our gear fixed so we can leave.” Gamora said shortly, barely looking up from her book.

“I am Groot?”

“Tell me about it.” Rocket narrowed his eyes at the green woman. “Don’t be a hypocrite, Gamora. We all saw you flirting with that scary redhead. Don’t be mad at Peter for chasing some tail.”

“I am Groot.”

“No. No that’s not what chasing tail– I don’t mean Peter literally has a tail to chase.”

“I am–”

“That’s enough.” Peter sighed and ran his hands through his hair miserably. “I hope Stark isn’t too upset. We were having a good time.”

“And you think he is attractive and want to see him naked.” Drax pointed out.

“Thanks buddy.”

“As long as he keeps fixing our gear, I don’t care what you and he do. Just don’t do it here.”

“Thanks for that Gamora. You know, there are two types of people in this world. People who–”

The woman got up and walked out of the room and Peter stared after her.

“That was rude. Wasn’t that rude?”

“I am Groot.”

“Yeah, I’m tired of hearing him bitch too. Let’s go twig.” The rest of the team filed out, leaving Peter alone on the couch, kicking himself for driving the brilliant hottie known as Tony Stark away.

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✰ * º ❛   friends sentence starters   ❜

‘  *reading obituaries* suddenly i wish i was reading my own name.  ’
‘  you don’t even have oven mitts on!  ’
‘  wow. i could so easily freak out right now.  ’
‘  do you think it’s easy for me to see you with somebody else?  ’
‘  hey, you remembered to put clothes on this morning.  ’
‘  no more falafel for you!  ’
‘  we were on a break!!  ’
‘  you’re such a tattletale.  ’
‘  i love you goddesses!  ’
‘  everyone i know is either getting married or getting pregnant or getting promoted and I’m getting coffee. And it’s not even for me!  ’
‘  it’s   ’
‘  this is all a moo point. yeah, it’s like a cow’s opinion, it doesn’t matter. it’s moo.  ’
‘  so, the ebola virus. that’s gotta suck, huh?  ’
‘  my gynecologist tried to kill me.  ’
‘  you can’t tell, but i’m trying to break the tension by mooning you guys.  ’
‘  boy, you are not a morning person.  ’
‘  yeah, well, i’m a slut.  ’
‘  how you doin’?  ’
‘  i am warm… for your form.  ’
‘  i’m really looking forward to you and me having sexual intercourse.  ’
‘  are you saying that you don’t wanna get with this?  ’
‘  hey, you’re a pathetic loser, right?  ’
‘  sometimes i wish i was a lesbian… did i say that out loud?  ’
‘  if i were a guy and… did i just say, ‘if i were a guy’?  ’
‘  i guess things were just going to well for me!  ’
‘  i don’t have a plan. i don’t even have a ‘pla.’  ’
‘  he’s so pretty i want to cry!  ’
‘  prepare to feel very bad about yourself.  ’
‘  i’m sorry that’s who i am. i’m a positive person.  ’
‘  no, i’m a positive person. you are like santa clause on prozac at disneyland, getting laid.  ’
‘  i’m hopeless and awkward and desperate for love!  ’
‘  she was nice. i mean, she’s a little slutty, but who isn’t?  ’
‘  honey, this is not your fault. just because you guys had a fight, it does not justify them sleeping with someone else.  ’
‘  from now on, i am not getting out of this chair, ever. okay? from now on, this chair is the one.  ’
‘  i wish i could, but i don’t want to.  ’
‘  alright, i took the quiz and, it turns out, i do put career before men.  ’
‘  look at him, he’s so cute. i just wanna go over there, grab him, and kiss him!  ’
‘  i think, if it was a little colder in there, i could see your nipples through that sweater.  ’
‘  what’s wrong with me… oh, don’t open that door.  ’
‘  let me think, let me think… oh, i don’t care!  ’
‘  i have no idea what’s going on, but i’m excited!  ’
‘  i tend to keep talking until somebody stops me.  ’
‘  when i first meet somebody, it’s usually panic, anxiety, and a great deal of sweating.  ’
‘  are we greeting each other this way now? because i like it.  ’
‘  it looks like you fell asleep with a hanger in your mouth.  ’
‘  you wanna play twister?  ’
‘  once, i got dumped during sex.  ’
‘  here we are, with our future before us, and i only want to spend it with you.  ’
‘  welcome to the real world. it sucks. you’re gonna love it!  ’
‘  hey, you cry every time somebody talks about the titanic.  ’
‘  if worst comes to worst, i’ll be your boyfriend.  ’
‘  who loses 57 coin tosses in a row? you know? heads, she wins. tails, i lose.  ’
‘  shut up! shut up! SHUT UP!  ’
‘  i’m so glad we’re having this rehearsal dinner, you know? it’s so rare that i get to practice my meals before eating them.  ’
‘  you always believed in me, even when i didn’t believe in myself.  ’
‘  you’re fake laughing too, right?  ’
‘  it’s sunday morning, i am not running on a sunday.  ’
‘  ugh, dammit. why did i open my mouth?  ’
‘  wow, we really are bitches.  ’
‘  so why don’t you be a grown up and come and watch some tv in the fort!  ’
‘  i don’t know what i’m gonna do with my life.  ’
‘  i’m full, and yet i know if i stop eating this, i’ll regret it.  ’
‘  kill me. kill me now.  ’
‘  i want to sit in a comfortable chair, watch television, and go to sleep at a reasonable hour!  ’
‘  what must it be like to not be crippled by fear and self-loathing?  ’
‘  a stripper at a bachelor party, that is so cliché. why don’t you guys get a magician?!  ’
‘  i’m curvy and i like it!  ’
‘  i don’t share food!  ’
‘  if i have to, i’d pee on any one of you.  ’
‘  the fridge broke so i had to eat everything.  ’
‘  you can’t have s-e-x when you’re taking care of the b-a-b-i-e!  ’
‘  you’re over me? when were you… under me?  ’
‘  these are just feelings. they’ll go away.  ’
‘  i used to think of you as somebody that would never, ever hurt me.  ’
‘  i mean, sure, i have my bad days, but then i remember what a cute smile i have.  ’
‘  offering people gum is not cooking.  ’
‘  i bought him a $500 watch and he wrote me a rap song.  ’
‘  you know you should go outside and be with the three-dimensional people.   ’
‘  no, inside good. outside baaaaad.  ’
‘  they’re always saying ‘let’s go here, let’s go there.’ like we can afford to go here and there.  ’
‘  i hate my job. i hate it. oh, i want to quit, but then i think i should stick it out.  ’
‘  you think i have $1200? i’m home in the middle of the day and i got patio furniture in my living room.  ’
‘  neat! i’m gonna die alone!  ’
‘  okay, could you just stop talking for a second?  ’
‘  i’ve sort of had feelings for you.  ’
‘  today, it’s like there’s rock bottom, fifty feet of crap, then me.  ’
‘  why am i friends with these people?  ’
‘  i eat by myself in the alley because everyone hates me.  ’
‘  i’m a lone wolf. a loner. alone. all alone. forever.  ’
‘  my life is an embarrassment! i should just go live under somebody’s stairs.  ’
‘  if i died, the only way people would know that i was here would be the ass print on this chair!  ’
‘  i always thought if you and i got married, that would be the one that stuck.  ’
‘  hi, i make jokes when i’m uncomfortable.  ’
‘  i am not ‘blah’, i am a hoot!  ’
‘  i just realized i can sleep with my eyes open.  ’
‘  up until i was 25, i thought that the only response to ‘i love you’ was ‘oh, crap!’  ’
‘  if the homo sapiens, were in fact ‘homo’ sapiens, is that why they’re extinct?  ’
‘  do you think i need a new walk?  ’
‘  you don’t own a tv? what’s all your furniture pointed at?  ’
‘  just think of it like this: the third day. monday, one day. tuesday, two day. wednesday… when? huh? what day? thursday! the third day!  ’
‘  eye-contact? i hope you were using protection!  ’
‘  you were right, and from now on, yo make all my decisions for me.  ’
‘  you said your boss wants to buy your baby?  ’
‘  why god, why?!! we had a deal!! let the others grow old! not me!!  ’
‘  last night i was finishing off a pizza and she said, ‘a moment on the lips, forever on the hips!’ i don’t need that kind of talk in my house!  ’
‘  you’re druuuuunk. mom and dad are gonna be maaaad! …maybe i’m a little drunk.  ’
‘  let her know i like her? are you insane?  ’
‘  what’s it gonna take for you to forgive me?  ’
‘  isn’t that just kick-you-in-the-crotch, spit-on-your-neck fantastic?  ’
‘  you’re crying over a doritos commercial.  ’
‘  that fake british woman is a real bitch, but she sure can dance.  ’
‘  i think it’d be better for my ego if we didn’t stand right next to each other.  ’
‘  seriously… good luck on marrying me.  ’
‘  there is no ‘us’, okay?  ’
‘  i fell for you and i get clobbered. you then fall for me and i again, somehow, get clobbered.  ’
‘  it’s just not worth it.  ’
‘  we are never gonna happen, okay? accept that.  ’
‘  you know what? you’re the one who ended it.  ’
‘  i ended it because i was mad at you. not because i stopped loving you.  ’
‘  imagine the worst things you think about yourself. now, how would you feel if the one person you trusted the most in the world not only thinks them too, but actually uses them as reasons not to be with you.  ’
‘  you were worth the wait.  ’
‘  that’s our baby.  ’
‘  you deserve to be with someone who appreciates and who gets how funny and sweet and amazing and adorable and sexy you are.  ’

Blue Scarf

Summary: Her scarf flies into Tom’s face and as if the awkwardness that followed wasn’t bad enough, he walks into her work too.

Pairings: Reader(?) x Tom Holland

Word count: 1.7k

Warnings: Some swearing.

A/n: Roses are really expensive, you guys. Who knew? But yeah, I don’t know how I feel about this piece tbh. Let me know what you think so I can make up my mind about whether I like it or not lol. And I know this one isn’t very Tom heavy but I promise my next one will be :D


The wind blew furiously today. She tugged her coat tighter around her and hunched her shoulders to protect her exposed ears from the chilly assault. Her face was numb; she couldn’t even feel the pain of the wind whipping her cheeks anymore. As she reached to grab the purse swinging wildly at her hip, a gust of wind caught the end of her scarf, blowing it behind her. Because it wasn’t wrapped around her neck, the force of the wind simply yanked it free, and suddenly her scarf was flying through the air.

She gasped and spun around trying to locate her neckwear. She caught sight of it zigzagging through imaginary obstacles. Its bright blue allowed her to track its path as she gave chase. She ducked and weaved past the people, finally coming to a halt as she witnessed her scarf get blown right around some poor, unsuspecting pedestrian’s face. She watched as they stopped mid-step, frozen for a millisecond but clambering to free themselves immediately. She rushed up to them, apologies on the tip of her tongue.

“I’m so sor– “

She cut herself off. Words simply left her brain as the stranger pulled the scarf down. Her mouth opening and closing like a goldfish.

Wow, you are gorgeous!

“Um… thank you?”

“Huh?”

“You, uh, you said I was gorgeous,” she heard him say, registering the eloquent British accent.

As if he wasn’t stunningly attractive, he had to sound like that?

How is that fair?

“How is what fair?”

The perplexed expression on his face pulled her out of her reverie.

“What?”

“You said ‘How is that fair?’ What were you referring to?” he repeated.

I said that out loud?

“Yeah, you did,” he said, puzzlement becoming bemusement.

Oh, shit.

“I – I was referring to… Um, see, what I meant was –,” she scrambled to come up with an excuse. Her mind failing her, she shifted her gaze to the floor, a blush creeping up her face.

An agonising, awkward silence followed.

“Uh, anyway…,” his smile faltered, the odd conversation losing its charm.

“Here’s your scarf,” he said as he looped it around her neck. “Now you won’t lose it, again.”

Pursing his lips together in a polite smile, he moved past her and continued on his way. She stood there, dumbstruck.

What just happened?

She turned around, catching a glimpse of his slicked-back curls.

“Thank you!” she called out. He kept walking though, not hearing her.

*

The bell on the corner of the door rang as she opened it.

“Morning,” her friend called, not looking up from her flower arrangement. “We got to get that Truscott Gala order done by four today. Are you okay to work register while I work on that?”

“Oh, morning, Stel,” she responded, coming out of her thoughts. She had been replaying her brief encounter with the pretty, British man in her head, feeling more and more stupid each time.

“Yeah, yeah, of course,” she said, pulling off her coat and exchanging it for her apron. She kept the scarf on.

“What’s up with you?” her friend finally looked up, giving her a questioning look.

Crossing the too-long apron strings, she pulled them in front of her and tied a bow.

“You would not believe what an idiot I am, Stel,” she replied.

“I would, but go on,” her friend prompts.

“I was walking to work today and you know how it was really windy? Well, my scarf blew away and it landed on this guy’s face,” she recounted as she walked over to the window, flipping the ‘Closed’ sign to the ‘We’re Open’ side.

“And Stel, oh my god, this guy was so hot. Like, crazy, too-beautiful-to-be-real, smoking, kind of hot. And –,” she paused, “He was British!”

“Let me guess. You totally embarrassed yourself, right? Am I right?” her friend guessed.

Sighing in defeat, she looked at her friend. “Yes.”

“Oh, it was so bad. The first thing I said to him was ‘Wow, you’re gorgeous’. I mean, what kind of creep says that to a stranger they literally just met?”

“Uh, you?”

“I know,” she cried. “It just got more awkward from there, and I think he got a little freaked out because I was being so weird.”

“Well, duh.”

“But then he did the sweetest thing. He wrapped the scarf around my neck and goes ‘Here’s you scarf, now you won’t lose it again’,” she finished, imitating his accent. She snuggled into the scarf, recalling the way he had leaned in to place it around her. She could still vaguely remember his cologne, something classy and subtle.

“Okay, you weirdo, you can keep dreaming about all the different ways you should have handled that situation, later,” Stel pulled her back to the world. “Right now I need you on the register, paying attention. I’m going to the back to finish these flower arrangements. Call if you need anything.”

With that, Stel collected her tools and tulips and disappeared into the back room.

Smiling at her friend’s words, she went about preparing for the day ahead.

*

“Have a lovely afternoon,” she handed the bouquet of carnations to the man, just as the doorbell chimed again.

Her eyes scanned the small shop, looking to see who she would next offer her help to when she spotted the newcomer. His back was to her but she recognised his slicked-back brown curls. She froze.

“Oh no,” she whispered under her breath. She quickly ducked beneath the counter, trying to think of an escape route. She whipped her head left and right, racking her brain for a solution. Stel was in the back, if she could just get her attention, she could make her deal with him instead. He wouldn’t even have to know she was here.

Dropping to her hands and knees, she slowly crawled across the floor towards the doorway connecting the shopfront to the back room. It was situated several feet to the left. Keeping against the wall, she prayed he wouldn’t notice her when she was no longer hidden by the counter. As she reached the edge of her protective wall, she hesitated before taking a deep breath and continuing out into the open.

“Please don’t see me, please don’t see me,” she muttered. She was almost there, only a few more inches.

“Excuse me?”

Hearing the familiar voice behind her, she squeezed her eyes shut.

Shit.

She inhaled and stood. Her back straight and chin up, she pumped herself to turn around and face him. There was nothing else she could do at this point. This was it; she had to answer to the humiliation.

Oh, god.

But then at the last possible second, she squeaked, “Be right back,” and darted through the doorway.

Leaning against the wall, out of sight, she exhaled.

Phew, that was close.

“What are you doing?”

She jumped.

“Jesus, Stel! You scared me,” she whisper-yelled, hand over her heart.

Stel raised her eyebrow at her.

“Shit, Stel, it’s the guy! The British guy from this morning, he’s out there right now.”

She peeped around the doorframe. He was looking at the roses.

“What? Where? Let me see,” Stel exclaimed, scrambling to peer into the shop as well.

“Shh, he’ll hear you.”

“Oh man, you weren’t kidding. He is gorgeous.”

“Right?” she asked in agreement.

“Well get out there.”

“What? Are you insane?”

“No… now’s your chance to go show him you aren’t a total weirdo and get his number,” she stated, matter-of-factly. When she was met with an astonished expression, she nodded her head in encouragement.

“I don’t think –,” she began to protest but Stel shoved her out the door and into the shop. Her stumble caused him to turn towards her. She glared back at Stel before putting on her best customer service smile and walking behind the counter once more.

She could see the recognition dawning on his face and she cursed mentally. She was hoping he wouldn’t remember her but clearly he did. She could sense Stel in the other room, waiting to hear his reaction. She prepared herself for the worst.

“May I get a dozen red roses, please?”

“Huh?”

Wait, maybe he didn’t recognise her after all.

“A dozen red roses?” he repeated, “Please.”

Oh.

He really didn’t remember her.

She moved to where the roses were located, stepping past him. She caught a whiff of his cologne and was surprised to realise she was disappointed. He was probably buying the roses for his girlfriend. Why would he remember some random girl he met in the street when he already has a beautiful one to buy a dozen red roses for?

Picking out twelve of the best flowers, she returned to the counter. She bunched them into a bouquet, very aware of him watching her. She suddenly felt very warm, uncomfortably warm. Placing the roses down on the countertop, she unravelled her scarf. She put it by the register and continued the order.

Tying the bow, she looked up at him and plastered a smile on her face.

“That’ll be $38.95,” she said.

They completed the transaction and she handed him the bouquet.

“Have a lovely day!”

“Thanks, you too.”

He took the flowers and walked out the shop. She watched him go, sadness overcoming her. Stel came out and stood beside her.

“Man, I can’t believe he didn’t remember you.”

“Yeah.”

She began to clear away the scraps and cut-offs. Hearing the bell chime again, she looked up to greet the new customer. Her fake cheeriness dropped, replaced by shock, when she saw who it was.

“My mum won’t mind if I only give her eleven roses.”

He held out a single red rose, one she had wrapped into his bouquet, only moments ago. He also held the receipt, on it was scribbled some numbers.

She looked at him, bewildered. She tentatively reached out and took the rose and piece of paper.

“I – I thought you didn’t –,” she stammered.

“How many cute girls are there in this town who wear bright blue scarves?” he grinned.

“I…”

“Call me.”

Then he left. She was dumbfounded. She looked down at the receipt in her hand. There was a name alongside the number.

Tom.

Pentagon Reaction to you usually being cute but having a sexy performance on stage

A/N: I'm sorry if this is not good I hope you like and the request are still open srry for the delay also                                                                                  **************************************************************************************

Hui: Tbh he was busy judging your singing to notice your performance       Backstage after your performance: *lecturing you about your singing*

Hui: Hey y/n you did a great job out but during your solo you were a little off key, so I am going to coach from now on.

You: *thinking back to the last time he tried to coach you and the huge fight you got into and stop talking to each other for like a month*                  “you know I think it would be best if I do this myself it could help me grow as a singer” 

You make up some random excuse so you guys don't have to go through that again.

Originally posted by jniho

Jinho: Hein be would be giggling and laughing because he felt awkward, he had never seen this side of you before.

Kino: You’re really enjoying the performance, huh? *weird look*

Jinho: No this is just weird; do you think it’s weird? 

Originally posted by definitelythis

Hongseok: He would just be really confused

“She was doing agyeo like 2 minutes ago,. Does she have a split personality?” 

Originally posted by madtwn

Shinwon: He is actually enjoying the performance and he is happy to see a different side of you. He’s is also happy that you are comfortable with the concept and you don’t feel uncomfortable.

Originally posted by won-an

Yanan: *gif* he is just so cute ahhhhhhhhh!

Originally posted by yeo1

Yeo One: He would just be questioning everything and he doesn't get how he never saw how sexy you are.

*in his head* “What is happening? What is she wearing? has she always been this sexy and I've never noticed? Am I not a good boyfriend? What is life even?”

Originally posted by neweraidols

Yuto: Honestly he did realize it was you up there until tour solo came on and he recognized your voice.

Originally posted by jjaebs

E’Dawn: Like Hongseok he would be really confused.

E’Dawn: *babbling to himself* “Why is she like this? She was just making me look at cat videos with her. Now I feel like I am watching one of Hyuna subnae’s performances.”

Originally posted by 94dawn

Wooseok: Y/N are you gonna dress like that all the time now. Well, I already intimidate a lot of guys with my height so you could if you want to but I want the old y/n back.

to say the least you would have to spend the next hour explain that this was just a concept and you were really changing.

Originally posted by woozeok

Kino: Dancing along to your performance and actually really enjoying it.

“That's my girl!”

Originally posted by j-1-n-h-0

Sleepwalking

Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader

Word Count: 2.4k

Warnings: Cursing, awkwardness, sleep deprivation (?)

Summary: You stayed up late on a school night, and the side effects are as prominent as ever the next morning.

A/N: I wrote this over a couple of days so I’m sorry if some parts are a little wonky or inconsistent. It’s my longest imagine yet, lol. Also I might make this a series, maybe, maybe not :-) I’ll see how you guys like it. Ok, I think that’s it,,, enjoy!!


Staying up until 3 AM on a school night was never a good idea. However, after the new season of Stranger Things had just been released onto Netflix, your brain suddenly disregarded this well-known fact and decided that it would be a good idea to binge all the episodes in a single night. You’d certainly enjoyed the new season, but you weren’t enjoying the after effects of only getting three hours of sleep. 

That was why when you’d stumbled onto the train the following morning, hair tied up in the messiest bun it’d ever been in, it took all of your willpower not to just fall asleep standing there holding onto the rail. It was just your luck that there were no open seats and you had been forced to stand up, cramming yourself in between other commuters and students and clutching onto the metal pole with one hand. You almost pulled out your phone to lazily scroll through social media, but thought better of it when the train rocked slightly and you almost went flying down the aisle.

Note to self: No matter how much Nancy Wheeler is your “badass queen”, there was no way you were going to function getting through a whole seven hour school day like this. 

For heaven’s sake, even the extra-large, extra-hot coffee you’d downed before you left your apartment wasn’t even working. This was bad. And it could only get worse.

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Rereading Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince: Chapter Fifteen - The Unbreakable Vow

- CHRISTMAS AT HOGWARTS IS HERE YALLL!!!!!!! i can hardly contain myself

Large groups of girls tended to converge underneath the mistletoe bunches every time Harry went past

pardon my language but harry has become quite the pussy slayer, wouldnt you all agree?

Lavender Brown, who seemed to regard any moment that she was not kissing Ron as a moment wasted

me too girl, me too.

“She can’t complain,” he told Harry. “She snogged Krum. So she’s found out someone wants to snog me too. Well, it’s a free country. I haven’t done anything wrong.”
Harry did not answer, but pretended to be absorbed in the book they were supposed to have read

oh ron. also SAME harry. always best to plead the fifth in ron&hermione fights

- HAHA hermione is described as giving the half-blood princes’ book a dirty look “as if it was rude to her” and i find that extremely hilarious and very hermione granger

- harry now knows that romilda vane&co is trying to slip him a love potion. let me reiterate: PUSSY SLAYER

But her face suddenly turned blank; she had just spotted Ron and Lavender, who were entwined in the same armchair.
“Well, good night, Harry,” said Hermione, though it was only seven o’clock in the evening, and she left for the girl’s dormitory without another word.

UGH can these two just make up already??? i dont like seeing lil hermione upset like this. its really harshing my mellow.

Ron retaliated by doing a cruel but accurate impression of Hermion jumping up and down in her seat every time Professor McGonagall asked a question, which Lavender and Parvati found deeply amusing and which reduced Hermione to the verge of tears again. She raced out of the classroom on the bell, leaving half of her things behind.

this is so fucked guys!!!!! like you would think they were never friends to begin with by the way theyre acting and its really bumming me out. LEAVE HERMIONE ALOOOOONEE

“She said something about that Ron Weasley…”
“Yeah, they’ve had a row,” said Harry.
“He says very funny things sometimes, doesn’t he?” said Luna, as they set off down the corridor together. “But he can be a bit unkind. I noticed that last year.”

ron is one of my biggest faves in the series but he done GOOF’D in this book so far. like i know puberty is wild yall, but be nice to your friends.

- omg harry asked luna to slughorns party and shes so happy and im gonna cry ITS GONNA BE SO LIT U GUYS

- also PEEVES. missed you boi

- lol harry is watching hermione, lavender, and parvati interact and is legit having a mental breakdown trying to understand why women are the way that they are and like… cant blame him really. were tricky af.

“You’re going, aren’t you?”
“Yes, I’m meeting Cormac at eight, and we’re-”
There was a noise like a plunger being withdrawn from a blocked sink and Ron surfaced. Hermione acted as though she had not seen or heard anything.
“-we’re going up to the party together.”

i am both disgusted and thoroughly impressed by jkr’s writing

- not gonna lie guys this party sounds DOPE. even if slughorn is the one who threw it. 

- OH EM GEEE hermione considered taking muther fuqing zacharias smith to the party???? GIRL. no matter how pissed you are at ron that is just NOT an option!!!!!!!

“Quidditch!” said Hermione angrily. “Is that all boys care about?”

ive asked myself this question too, hermione, and lemme tell you: yes.

- luna keeps making every convo at this party awkward by talking about conspiracy theories and im here for it. and frankly so is harry, shit is hilarious

This was the first time he had seen Malfoy close up for ages; he now saw that Malfoy had dark shadows under his eyes and a distinctly grayish tinge to his skin.

fuuuuuck dude. actually feeling sorry for draco

- ok but how can harry fit his ENTIRE invisibility cloak in his pocket?? its a CLOAK

- god damn forreal the amount of pressure draco is under is really hurting my heart. lemme give you a hug kid

“I know what you’re up to! You want to steal my glory!”
There was another pause, then Snape said coldly, “You are speaking like a child. I quite understand that your father’s capture and imprisonment has upset you but-”

HE IS A CHILD. like lets all not forget that. hes a fucking kid whos got these huge responsibilities on his shoulder. and like, if he fucks up, not only will he be killed, but his WHOLE family will be too. god DAMN this is stressing me out. poor malfoys forreal.

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It’s been one year today that I gave my first glance at you and never wanted my eyes to peel away. A year since the planets aligned for me and sent down an angel from heaven into my life, a blessing I’ve never taken for granted. I still remember the first hellos and goodnights given, and how quickly they became the first “I love you"s. You were a miracle from the start. You’ve helped me see the true value in myself; you and I both have helped eachother out in and of so many ways that there is no doubt left in my mind. You’re my person. I’m proud to wear this coronary year on my belt; I wouldn’t change a thing about it, just as I wouldn’t change a single thing about you. I am in love with you, then, now and forever.

Thank you. Thank you for everything. For letting me see you grow so much. I’m proud to say I saw eachother grow so fast together. I want many more years to come and can’t wait for where those years will take us. I’ll say it again, I love you. Thank you for saying that first "okay, sure” to that awkward kid your friend told you was a nice guy and taking that chance, to watch us grow from two kids tumbling awkwardly in love together. I knew from that day you were far more than what anyone could see on the outside, and given the opportunity to look in, I was right. Thank you, for being good. Thank you for always being there. Thank you for loving me back in the same way that I love you. Thank you for laughing at my silly jokes. Love itself could glance our way and get jealous. I’m so proud of you and to call you mine puts a smile on my face.

~Love, that person you stole a heart from

—  A proud lover named Jake the tomato, to his soilmate Angie the bean via mysweatylife