i finally have my notebook back!!!!

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January 21st, 2017

Current desk situation: organic chem notes from last year, current notes, overflowing binder of things to do (including a grant proposal due in a few months????), biochem and chem textbook that I neglected until too late (do yourself a favour and don’t fall behind on readings). Not seen in this picture: post-lab reports that I haven’t finished because I have a biochem midterm in a few days, my personal lab notebook (I also accidentally brought home my official lab notebook oops), and papers, papers, papers everywhere. On the plus side I’m finally out of my studying slump!

(The flowers are for Chinese New Year, let’s hope I don’t kill them this time)

Prophet - Draco Malfoy One Shot (Requested by Anon)

Originally posted by daisiesanddraco

Request - Could you write a Draco imagine where you’re a feminist and his friends make fun of you for it but he falls in love with you. But you are really quiet until someone says something sexist 

a/n - possible oppression trigger

And that’s what it means to have equal rights.’ I recited with the women talking on the latest issue of the prophet that just came in this morning during breakfast.

“(Y/N), look, I am up for the whole women are equal to men thing, but seriously, this essay is due next class period and I really need help. Do you mind?” asked Ron, lifting up his head from his textbook with an expression of complete exhaustion on his face. He was up until half past 3 in the morning playing with firecrackers with Harry and Seamus again, almost being caught by Umbridge when it was nearing four.

“Was I the one that told you to stay up late doing only what a moron would do?” I cocked an eyebrow up, reading through the article about the female speaker for the 3rd time that period.

“No, but still.” huffed Ron.

“I for one think that this equal rights thing is the best thing that’s ever happened in the wizarding world. It’s certainly a movement that cannot go unnoticed.” Hermione chimed in, a warm smile on her face.

‘See, ‘mione gets it! How about you Harry?” I ask, putting the paper down while Hermione glanced a few looks at it.

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College au sentence starters

“I found your jeans in my dorm again?”

“I think this is it,my cause of death is going to be finals…”

“What are you majoring in?”

“Listen,I just got back from my four months of finding myself and have no idea what’s going on.”

“I could just take a year off… And then another and another…”

“Do you have change for the vending machine?”

“Jokes on you,I was going to ask you the same thing.”

“Who even makes flash cards? What do they even do?”

“Hahaha,looks like I’m not eating tonight… Just spent what little money I had on notebooks.”

“Dude,it’s a frat party. Who doesn’t go to frat parties?”

“People who need to study tend not to party.”

“I found a kid sleeping under a table in the library.”

“Guess who fell asleep on the kitchen counter again.”

“So…you’re my room mate?”

“It looks like you packed your whole house…”

“I bet your parents go through some really intense empty nest syndrome,huh?”

“Dude,I don’t even know what I’m studying for anymore.”

“Who fucking moved my textbooks!”

“I saw someone watching hardcore porn during psychology today…”

“Listen,I wasn’t even awake in class,I don’t know what I’m doing.”

“One more year and I’m done.”

“When you said you had notes I thought you meant what was taught today…. Not a very descriptive critic of the professor’s eyebrows.”

#1: Elizabeth Eckford

Ladies and gentlemen, this is Elizabeth Eckford. This extraordinary woman was apart of Little Rock nine, a group of nine African American students who were the first black students to enroll in Little Rock Central High School in Arkansas in 1957. Here are a few words from Eckford about her experience preparing to attend her new high school:

From  FacingHistory.org:
“I was more concerned about what I would wear, whether we could finish my dress in time…what I was wearing was that okay, would it look good. The night before when the governor went on television and announced that he had called out the Arkansas National Guard, I thought that he had done this to insure the protection of all the students. We did not have a telephone, so inadvertently we were not contacted to let us know that Daisy Bates of NAACP had arranged for some ministers to accompany the students in a group. And so, it was I that arrived alone.”

"On the morning of September 4th, my mother was doing what she usually did. My mother was making sure everybody’s hair looked right and everybody had their lunch money and their notebooks and things. But she did finally get quiet and we had family prayer. I remember my father walking back and forth. My father worked at night and normally he would have been asleep at that time, but he was awake and he was walking back and forth chomping on cigar that wasn’t lit.”

“I expected that I would go to school as before on a city bus. So, I walked a few blocks to the bus stop, got on the bus, and rode to within two blocks of the school. I got off the bus and I noticed along the street that there were many more cars than usual. And I remember hearing the murmur of a crowd. But, when I got to the corner where the school was, I was reassured seeing these soldiers circling the school grounds. And I saw students going to school. I saw the guards break ranks as students approached the sidewalks so that they could pass through to get to school. And I approached the guard at the corner as I had seen some other students do and they closed ranks. So, I thought; ‘Maybe I am not supposed to enter at this point.’ So, I walked further down the line of guards to where there was another sidewalk and I attempted to pass through there. But when I stepped up, they crossed rifles. And again I said to myself; 'So maybe I’m supposed to go down to where the main entrance is.’ So, I walked toward the center of the street and when I got to about the middle and I approached the guard he directed me across the street into the crowd. It was only then that I realized that they were barring me, that I wouldn’t go to school.”

“As I stepped out into the street, the people who had been across the street started surging forward behind me. So, I headed in the opposite direction to where there was another bus stop. Safety to me meant getting to that bus stop. It seemed like I sat there for a long time before the bus came. In the meantime, people were screaming behind me what I would have described as a crowd before, to my ears sounded like a mob.”

anonymous asked:

Could you write something where one of them accidentaly calls the other one babe and then the others reaction? something fluffy :) love your writing btw <3

Cute! This one might be a little short!
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Jughead balled up his empty chip bag and tossed it in the trash, he had just eaten two sandwiches, Betty’s bag of Oreos and a fun size bag of Fritos, how was he still hungry?

Sighing dramatically, he dropped back down at the lunch table placing his forehead on the metal table and groaning
“I’m still famished.” He declared, avoiding the eye rolls and chuckles of his friends, looking to his girlfriend, he pouted, he knew Betty and Betty hated to see him pout, she had said
“It makes me sad when you pout, I’ll pretty much do anything you want. Use those lips wisely mister.”

“Bets…” he started, she was working on her physics notes and he had to physically shake a hand in her face to get her to pay attention to him.

“Hmm” she hummed, finally dragging her eyes away from the notebook and frowning when she saw his extended bottom lip

“I’m still hungry and our friends refuse to help my cause.” He explained, shooting a teasing glare in Veronica and Archie’s direction.

Kevin spoke up
“He won’t even ask me, he knows all I have is celery. I’m watching my weight.”

Betty giggled heartily at her silly friend.

“Anyway..” Jughead continued, draping an arm over his girlfriends shoulder “you always have snacks in your bag, care to share with your favorite boyfriend?” He smiled goofily, nudging her shoulder gently as she smiled back at him and went to dig in her bag finally pulling out a bag of cheesnips, handing them to Jughead she patted his knee.

Jughead grinned and bent down to drop a quick kiss to her lips “thanks babe, you’re the best.”

Betty’s eyes widened as she looked up at him, her lips breaking into a beaming smile “babe?” She questioned, stealing a tiny cracker from the bag.

Jughead shrugged sheepishly
“It just kind of came out, felt natural” he blushed

Betty giggled reaching up and pressing her lips to his cheek
“I like it.”

He smiled in relief, before an evil glint came to her eyes

“Pass me that water bottle…cupcake.”

His eyes narrowed and he shook his head
“Oh no, we are most definitely finding a better nickname for me.” He stated defiantly

“Okay” Betty smirked “snookums.”

Jughead dropped his head to the table again, this was the start of a very long week.

1. I just don’t care anymore. I care about you as a person, sure. I always will. But not as my person.
2. I no longer feel butterflies in my stomach when you text me, only apprehension and confusion.
3. Your life no longer impacts me; there is no “us.”
4. I always thought of you as an appendage to me and so when you left instead of sadness it felt more like phantom limb syndrome, but it doesn’t hurt like it used to.
5. I will always miss you a little; I will miss the person I first met and the opportunities we once had. But that was the old you, and I don’t think the old you is coming back.
6. I never fantasized about having your last name next to mine or scribbled it into the margins of my notebook, and maybe that says something about the future we never really had together.
7. Each day I find myself thinking of you less and less and maybe one day I won’t think about you at all.
8. I thought we could be friends; I thought I would need your companionship, but we were never friends and we probably never will be.
9. I finally threw out the pictures of us together. I had been so afraid that if I threw out the pictures I would be throwing out those moments too, but memories aren’t disposable. I will always cherish them, but I don’t need them anymore.  
10. The human skin replenishes every 27 days. My mind remembers you, my heart remembers you, but my skin has never met you. It has never felt your hand on it while you laughed at one of my jokes. It has never felt you dig your fingers into my neck when you tried to keep me. I don’t think it ever will, and that’s ok with me.
—  10 things I wanted to tell you since we broke up. Part II

The studyblr community has pooled in a lot of amazing, aesthetically pleasing, efficient, and fun ways to take notes and study. However, over the past few years, especially last semester when I took college classes, I realized that having one system really wasn’t helpful because I would have to scramble for different strategies when the classes drastically differed from one another. So, I made strategies for certain types of classes that were created specifically for those characteristics but flexible enough to adjust a bit if needed. Here is how I study:

  1. I want to start off by saying ALL strategies including reading. DO NOT SKIP IT. It’s hard, it’s boring, and it’s slow, but in the end you learn and create a strong foundation for yourself.
  2. I do not skip a word. I use three different colored post its, some page flags, and a writing utensil. I abhor highlighting on textbooks and books with a passion so I use post its instead: one for writing notes and key concepts, another for terminology, and the last color  for any questions I have. As I read, I write all of my notes and then stick them in my textbooks in the corresponding area. The flags are for when I feel like I just couldn’t get the information completely and I want to come back and double review. Finally, after I go through a chapter, I get my notebook and from the beginning of the chapter, I rewrite my post its into notes with the same color coding system.
  3. For the classrooms with power points: This is pretty simple. I print them before hand into handouts if they’re available before lecture and write everything that the teacher says in margins or highlight information. if they’re not available before hand, I still take notes from what the teacher is saying and writing and I make tiny notes of which slide it corresponds with. Then, I print the powerpoint later and write it into the powerpoint slides. To study, I just read over them. 
  4. When the teacher usually writes on the board, speaks all the time, and doesn’t use pp: This is where reading the textbook becomes your best friend. You won’t get as much details in lecture since a person can only talk and write so much in an allotted time period. Instead, I copy everything off of the board and don’t miss anything. At the same time I try to get everything he says onto my notebook also. As a back up, I have a voice recorder going on at the same time. Once I get home, I IMMEDIATELY and ALWAYS rewrite those class notes since they probably look terrifying. After all, people speak faster than they can write.
  5. Finally, online classes. Most of it is learning by yourself so stay motivated and determined and you can do it! First, video transcripts are not your notes. Take notes from the video themselves while you’re watching them. For all of those online resources, write notes in every way you can. Print out all of your assignments that you do or put them somewhere where you can print them later to read over. Any reading excerpts? Print those and highlight all you want. Finally, READ THAT TEXTBOOK.
  6. The last part of my studying strategy is really only useful when it comes to tests. Do any and all practice questions that you can get your hands on. I don’t care if it says there’s 100 questions. Do them!! If anything got me through my classes, it would be all of those damn practice tests and textbook questions (Do every problem in the back of your book. Do them. When you do them, your teachers can throw anything at you and you’ll be able to do any scenario.).

All classes are different. Some are a mixture of the traditional powerpoint and traditional lectures. That’s why I really like my strategies because they’re at like two different extremes and I can use them at different amounts to meet that perfect spot where my class is.

Finally, I will say that my study strategies do rely on my organizational systems. I have different notebooks for different things, different binder arrangements for different classes, and so on. If you want a master post on that just give me a message (it’ll probably come at some point but i’m also really lazy and forgetful).

Good luck with studying. Just remember to stay healthy no matter what you’re doing <3

Love Like A Comic Book || Peter Parker x Reader

{summary: your friend gives you a worn notebook filled with a drawn comic that depicts you together with spider-man, however, there’s just one problem.

you can’t draw to save your life, and you have no idea who would be crushing on you hard enough to draw you as spider-man’s love interest.}

inspired by Nathaniel Kurtzberg’s character on Miraculous Ladybug. Pls pretend that peter is somewhat artistic for this story.

also, this is dedicated to my dead laptop. RIP bae, you will be missed as I attempt to type all of my future stories on my phone 。゚(TヮT)゚。

warnings: none

OC mention: David “Dave” Pennington: [Name’s] best friend

[author’s note: okay so Dave has been a long time OC of mine, and admittedly, I drew inspiration from Dave Strider in personality and appearance. However, just to make this a bit more fun, you readers can also picture David Pennington as looking like Harrison Osterfield ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) ]

**dont repost/plagiarize this story**

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{As she talked to her friend,/ that smile of hers looked so sweet,/ Her form was like the heroine of a comic I drew in my head/ It was love at first sight/ I truly, truly came to like her/ But with the way I look,/ She would definitely hate me.}

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Little idea inspired by Brendon’s story about falling off his skateboard. Full credit to whoever this photo was posted by orginally <3 <3 dedicated to the amazing @lacyandbeebourie becayse I love her <3

I’m sorry it’s so long XD

Word count - 5781

A Couple Puffs Then We’re Done

I padded through the college into my lecture, I was about 20 minutes early so I wasn’t expecting anyone to be there yet. I winced at the stinging sensation on my leg under my jeans, why I had thought skinny jeans were a good idea after bailing off my board yesterday was beyond me, but it was me after all. To my surprise the lecture room wasn’t a ghostland and as luck would have it there were even some of my friends, I glanced over at Brendon, Ryan and Spencer sitting a little away from my friends, no doubt Ryan had followed Sophia here. Brendon smiled at me, we didn’t talk huge amounts but we had worked together on projects a few times, nevertheless he was still super hot, tattoos covering his left forearm and always wearing a tshirt with skinny jeans, almost black hair lazily flicked to one side with his hand. He was in a band and played a ton of instruments AND sang which just made him hotter quite honestly. I walked through to my friends and threw myself into a chair, groaning out when I scraped the raw skin on my leg.

“AH fuck!” I yelped slightly, my hands flying to my right thigh.

“Jesus what happened to you?” Sophia asked, turning her head to face me.

“I had a total wipe out on my board yesterday.” I laughed at my own stupidity, it was even doing a trick, literally doing an ollie down a step.

“Isn’t that in the sea?” Lola asked in typical airhead fashion.

“Skateboard Lo.” I sighed, giggling.

“What happened?” Sophia asked, laughing with me.

“I tried to ollie down a step and just failed miserable, I fell straight on my ass and it fucking hurt.” I laughed, never the one to hold back when explaining things.

“You’re an idiot.” She teased, giggling along with me, I heard the boys chatting behind us.

“You know I did pretty much the exact same thing last summer.” Brendon’s smooth voice rang out, I snapped my head around, he was grinning slightly.

“Really? I didn’t even know you board.” I turned to face him, that distinctive half smile, that I wish I didn’t love so much, was plastered all over his face.

“Yeah! I was skating across the road and tried to ollie up the sidewalk and just went flying forward, scraped my whole side up, I think I got a picture somewhere.” He shook his head as he told the story, his smile beaming at me, god he was too hot, one hand slipping up to run through his impossibly dark hair. “What board do you have anyway?”

“I got a Diamond Supply custom.” I grinned, picturing my gorgeous skateboard sitting in my dorm room.

“Nice! Mines an Alien Workshop. It’s beat up as fuck I need a new one. How did you get your hands on a custom aren’t they way expensive?”

“I got it for my 18th from my dad. It’s getting pretty beat up already.”

“I’ve literally never seen a Diamond Supply custom in person.”

“Oh my God, mine is gorgeous! I…” I hesitated for a split second, rethinking my plan to fuck with a guy with so much of a reputation. “I mean, I can show you mine, you can fuck about with it tomorrow or something.”

“Seriously? Awesome, it’s a date!” He chimed, grinning the biggest smile ever at me, the girls giggled a little. “Although… please expect me to be bugging you about this like tomorrow, because I really like those boards.” We sat and nattered a little more about skating and different boards before our professor came in and we had to be quiet. The rest of the class I kept feeling Brendon’s eyes on me, turning occasionally to see his head snap away, turning to face the front again, his focus on his notebook was adorable, lip pulled between his teeth and brows scrunching up occasionally. I wasn’t paying attention much. As we finished I shoved my books back in my bag, standing and trailing after the girls, we were about to head to get some food when a voice disturbed us.

“Hey Y/N!” Brendon yelled, running up to me, the girls were giggling already, I turned to face him, returning the smile he shot at me.

“What’s up?” I asked.

“Well… umm seeing as we don’t have many of the same classes and might not see each other til’ next week, I was gonna ask if umm… well… could I have your number?” He stuttered slightly, grinning nonetheless, I heard whispering from behind me but opted to ignore it.

“Yeah sure, pass your phone.” He did so without hesitation, thrusting his phone into my hands. “It's… umm it’s locked.”

“Oh shit yeah…” He leaned in. “8274” He whispered, I raised an eyebrow, tapping in the digits, his phone unlocked.

“You didn’t have to tell me. You literally could have done it yourself.”

“eh… I don’t mind you knowing my password. Don’t tell anyone though. Private stuff.” He said, his tone teasing and did he just wink at me? I tapped my number into his phone and called myself so I knew his too, he took his phone back triumphantly, grinning. “Thanks… I’ll text you later, maybe we can plan something.” He grinned, pulling me into a quick hug before sauntering away.

“Someone’s popular.” Sophia giggled along with Lola, both of them staring.

“Oh shut up.”

It was late afternoon when my phone buzzed for the first time, the name Brendon popping up on screen.

Brendon: Hi…

I smiled at the awkward as hell message, typing one back, hesitating before I pressed send, the following conversation was actually pretty cute… I think.

Me: Hey, couldn’t wait to speak to me again? ;)

It took precisely 30 seconds for it to buzz again.

Brendon: I was actually here to ask for nudes, why else would I want your number? :D

I laughed at his response, typing my own one out.

Me: Creeeeeep. That line work for you before? :P

Brendon: Oh don’t flatter yourself. I meant of your board ;) *nervous laughter*

Me: Suuuuuure.

Brendon: That a no?

Me: Shut up!

Brendon: Gotta run, band practise. Talk later?

Me: I’m free all night :)

Brendon: OK… text you later :*

I looked back to my laptop when the phone buzzed again.

Brendon: By the way, add me on Snapchat :* patdBrendon x

Did he send me a kiss? I added him anyway, he didn’t accept right away but I knew he was with the band so I didn’t sweat it. I kept working on my music theory stuff, a notebook to the side of me as I jotted things down. I spent a good couple of hours working before I was disturbed by the girls coming busting in the room, all dressed up and ready to go out, there was a party but I really wasn’t sure if I wanted to go.

“Hey studious Sally, coming out?” Sophia asked, giggling as she tugged at her dress, she looked pretty but so typically girly.

“I should work really. Plus it’s not really my scene.” I tried to talk her into leaving me alone, but it failed.

“Oh come on, Ryan and Spencer will be there.” Lola squealed, the both had a thing with those two.

“And that benefits me how?” I asked, turning back to my notebook and finishing off my sentence.

“Because Brendon will be with them.” Sophia teased me, I shook my head. “Oh come on! It’s just one night to have some fun!” I knew she would keep going on if I didn’t agree so I gave in.

“OK fine! Give me half hour to yet ready.” They giggled excitedly, hopping around like 5 year olds. “And don’t even try to get me to wear a dress.” They left me be finally, leaving to go do whatever other useless pre party rituals they wanted. I stood in front of my mirror, my hair had been plaited all day so I opted for the easy option of taking it out, leaving it wavy around my shoulders, I put some smokey eyeshadow on and mascara and my favourite dark red lipstick, satisfied with my head I decided to go look through my wardrobe. I opted for black, ripped skinny jeans and a cropped tank top, throwing on my beat up old converse and my sweater over the top, it was a nice sweater so I was sure I could get away with it. I actually felt like I looked pretty cute so decided to show off a little, opening Snapchat on my phone, I lifted the phone up a little to show the whole outfit, smiling into the camera, writing “Being forced to go out XD” under it. I posted it on my story and within a few minutes I got a text from Brendon again.

Brendon: What party are you being forced to go to? ;)

Me: I don’t even know who’s party is it… I got nagged into it.

Brendon: Well as luck would have it I’m also being forced to go to a party :P

Me: Might not even be the same one…

Brendon: I hope it is ;)

I decided to leave it at that, I didn’t want to make myself seen desperate or needy, play it cool Y/N, play it cool. Funnily enough I got another message from him, this time on Snapchat, he was wearing a dark shirt and snapback, a smile plastered across his face. “Nice outfit though…” it read. I smirked slightly at the snap, did he just say I looked good? I started to get an all too familiar feeling of anxiety that I was reading this whole situation wrong, I mean he had a reputation as a bit of a womaniser and I was starting to worry I was just his next quest. I tried to swallow down my nervous feelings and finish getting ready, skipping the jacket because I knew how warm it was tonight. The girls came bursting back through the door, both eyeing me.

“Ok not gonna lie, you might not be wearing a dress but you look hot!” Lola giggled, looking me up and down.

“Agreed, and your makeup is smoking.” Sophie added on the end, they both had their purses and were ready to go.

“Jesus do I have girlfriends or pervy guy friends here?!” I grabbed my back, slinging it over my shoulder. “Can we get this damn party over with?” With that I was dragged away, lead to some frat house on campus, jesus this would be annoying.

The party was a typical college party, tonnes of drunk jocks trying to get into the sorority girls pants, it was times like this when I regretted being such a quiet person in college, at least if I spoke to more people I wouldn’t be such a loner at parties. Some drooling jock came stumbling over to me, leaning his arm on the wall above me, he stunk of beer and cologne, not a good combination.

“You’re that skater girl, into all the metal music and weird shit right?” He slurred out, his breath was disgusting and made me feel pretty nauseous actually.

“Umm yeah I guess.” I sighed, taking a sip of my drink, he was wearing the college football team jersey, why you would wear it to a party I don’t know.

“It’s pretty hot, all that emo shit.” He slurred again, wow this was probably the most offensive pick up I’d ever experienced.

“Oh really, well the dumb jock look isn’t, so go find some other girl to hit on.” I snapped slightly, slipping out from under his arm and heading away, to my surprise, Brendon was standing in front of me, head tilted to the side with a broad smile, he looked so good tonight, his jeans fitted him in the best way and his dark tshirt sitting under a black leather jacket, I noticed the absence of the snapback though.

“Lose your hat?” I asked, folding my arms over my chest.

“Eh, it didn’t go with the jacket.” He shrugged, eyes moving to the jock that had been speaking to me 30 seconds ago. “You look about as happy to be here as me.”

“Just got told that ‘all the emo shit’ is pretty hot by some drooling chimp.” I giggled slightly, Brendon gently pulled me to the side to someone could get past me, the small contact felt nice. “So all in all a pretty good night.” He scoffed with laughter.

“Ah damn, I knew jocks were your type.” He leant on a table next to us, flicking his hair from his face effortlessly.

“Oh please, there’s only about 20 brain cells on that whole team and 10 of them are in the captain.” I sassed, putting the empty cup in my hand down.

“Ouch, I felt that burn from here, you want another drink?” He smiled sweetly, his eyes seeming to cost up and down me.

“Nah its cool, I wasn’t planning to stay much longer anyway.” I shook my head, returning the smile he gave me, with that Lola and Sophia come over, hanging off of Spencer and Ryan’s arms respectively. Music began blaring and I couldn’t hear myself think, I heard Lola shouting at Brendon and I to come and dance, as much as I tried to avoid it even Brendon was trying to convince me.

“Ah come on… just a few songs?” He pouted at me, smiling brightly when I relented and allowed myself to be lead onto the dancefloor. We all danced together, singing along to the music, it was fun for about 20 minutes then the novelty of dancing with the guy I liked had worn off. Brendon pulled me close as them music played and I felt my heart beginning to race, pounding in my chest as his lips leant close to my ear.

“Wanna blow this place? I’m bored outta my mind!” He yelled over the music, I nodded, letting him lead me out the party. “Don’t you need to let your friends know where you’re going?”

“Nah, they’re too busy with Spencer and Ryan, I’ll text them.” I shook my head, Brendon and I walked aimlessly for a while before he spoke.

“Wanna go pick up our boards? I got some weed at mine we could have a smoke and skate?” He smiled, I wasn’t sure what to say.

“Smoke weed on campus?” I heard the shock in my own voice, cringing a little.

“Calm down goody two shoes, my place is off campus, we could pick up your board then walk to mine, then maybe we could go for a skate?” He smiled sweetly, the idea sounded amazing, it wasn’t so late and the sun was going to set soon, it was warm and breezy so I wouldn’t get too hot.

“You know… that sounds like an awesome idea.” I smiled, we walked to mine, Brendon spent about ten minutes in my room just gushing over my skateboard before I finally managed to drag him out to go to his place. He walked and I used my board, even though I let him have a few turns on it, we headed over to his place, he let me in and lead me to his bedroom.

“Want me to roll a few blunts before we go? So we don’t have to keep coming back or rolling while we’re out?” He sat down, pulling out a small box with all of his stuff in.

“It’s ok, I’ll only have a little. Don’t wanna steal all your weed.” I tried to argue but he shook his head.

“Don’t be silly, I’ll roll and few and you can smoke as much as you want.” He did as he said, rolling a few blunts and putting them in a small silver tin, throwing that in the pocket of his leather jacket, he lead me outside, grabbing his own board as we left, he grabbed keys and his wallet. “It sucks that that you know how to skate.” He grinned at me, I tilted my head to the side, confused by the comment.

“What… why?” I was totally puzzled by it.

“Because… teaching you how to skate would have been a really good way to get close to you.” He flashed a cheesy grin, both of us cracking up into giggles, after he giggled be pulled his bottom lip in between his teeth, eyes flitting up and down over me again.

“Well looks like you’ll have to be more inventive then.” I challenged, still wasn’t sure about this but I was all up for having fun tonight.

“Well aren’t you lucky I like a challenge.”

As we were skating around near his place we took the odd video of each other, I posted a few of Brendon skating on snapchat as well as a few selfies, he took a few videos of us both smoking and skating, playing some music off of my phone. Time completely flew by, the sun was setting fast and we were both pretty stoned skating around, laughing and joking on his snapchat and my own. I stopped and slid my sweater off, feeling the heat bubbling on my skin from skating, throwing it on the grass I was left in my cropped tank top, strappy and sitting just above my naval. I felt Brendon’s eyes on me, flitting up and down my body slowly, it was actually kind of hot feeling like he might actually be attracted to me. His jacket was already on the ground, he stopped, running a hand casually through his hair, flopping on the ground to light a blunt. I sat next to him, glad to be taking a breather for a minute, flopping back on the grass, smoking a little before he headed up to skate some more, smiling at me as he messed around. While he was skating again I looked at his Snapchat, he had taken several videos and pictures and posted them, one was of us both boarding, one picture of us sitting smoking a joint. I looked at the next video and it was me skating with the words “she’s perfect” and a heart sticker on it, I felt myself blush a little, the next picture was us on the grass with “beats a party anyday” written on it. The last few pictures and videos on his story were what got me. One was a picture of me, sweater off midway through an ollie, it was a pretty good picture actually but it was the caption that got me. “Lucky to be with her tonight” and more hearts followed, the final video was us skating and laughing. “A night well spent.” I was blushing so hard by the end of the story, he came skating over, plopping back down next to me on the grass. I took out my phone, holding it out in front of us and pressing a kiss to his cheek, snapping the picture, captioning it “He’s adorable” I plastered the end of it with hearts.

“So tell me more about yourself Urie.” I teased as we lay in the grass, taking an pull of the blunt he had given me.

“There’s not much to know.” He smiled, looking up at the sky.

“Liar… there’s tonnes to know, you just don’t trust anyone enough to tell them.” I smiled and got one back, his eyebrows arched slightly at me.

“Wow… beautiful and intelligent, have I fallen on my feet here?” He flashed another gorgeous smile and I giggled, feeling myself flushing pink, he took a pull on his own joint.

“Oh stop teasing and open up will ya?” I laughed, even though I actually wanted him to, he knew tonnes about me.

“Well, what do ya want to know?”

“Anything you want to tell me.”

“Well… I’m from Vegas, a small town called Summerville, I used to be Mormon, I’m an Aries, I love music more than anything, I play drums, piano, guitar, bass and I sing and mix music for the band too.” He smiled, touching my cheek, I felt my head lean into his touch. “How’s that?”

“Umm good…” I smiled, trying to think of things to keep the conversation going. “So… how did you find moving to college?”

“You know it was pretty easy, I moved out when I was 17 so it wasn’t really any different for me.” I stared at him in shock, I had no idea about any of this.

“What do you mean you moved out at 17?” I asked, interested but trying not to pry.

“Well, when I told my parents I didn’t believe in god, things got pretty sucky for a while, a lot of arguments, so I moved out.”

“But how did you afford that?”

“I worked in a smoothie shop while I was in high school, I only had like 2 lessons a day and would be out by half 10 so I used to work like 8 hours.”

“You must have been exhausted most of the time.”

“Well yeah, but it was worth it, I got into college AND I the band is doing great.” He smiled sweetly, both of us were probably just high and talking shit but it was nice anyway.

“Really?”

“Yeah, we have a meeting with Pete Wentz next month!” He gushed, turning to face me. We continued to talk, getting to know small things about each other that maybe we wouldn’t have known if it wasn’t for tonight, how his favourite colour is red and he loves Frank Sinatra, and his hopes and dreams for the band. It felt surreal, yet it was such an intimate conversation, laying and smoking on the grass, I told him about my family and how I wish they’d support my interests a little more, he asked me endless questions about my interests and told me all about his family and his life. All of a sudden I felt like I could tell him anything, like he was the most trustworthy person in my life. “You… you don’t have to keep telling me stuff just because I asked.” I smiled, I felt his hand touch mine, holding it gently, his smile equally as sweet as he looked at me.

“I’m telling you because I want to. Not because you made me.” He gently stroked my fingers, shifting a little closer to me, he blew the last draw of his blunt out, throwing it away, we went silent, looking at each other, before I could say another word he kissed me, slow and gentle, fingers lacing in with mine, hand pulling me in by the waist. His lips began to move against mine in slow, methodical movements, tongue brushing my lip gently, I eagerly parted my lips allowing his tongue to move against my own. His hand tangled into my hair, pulling my body close, I whimpered against him, he was such a good kisser, it was making my mind turn to mush, I found myself gripping onto his arms and moaning like a 15 having their first kiss. He pulled back, gasping slightly, his eyes fiery and black, breathing heavy as his arms held me clothes.

“My place?” He mumbled, biting his lip as he pressed another kiss to my lips.

“Yes…” I whimpered, feeling him act quickly, he stood and yanked me up, grabbing our stuff before we both skated home, he kept hold of my hand and somehow we managed not to fall off our boards, getting in we both threw them down near the door, he kicked his shoes off and I followed suit, following him up to his room.

Once in his room he moved over to his dresser, taking his shirt off and throwing it on his computer chair, he turned back to me.

“C’mere gorgeous.” He purred, pulling me against him, his lips pressing softly against my own, his hands sliding onto my waist, touching the skin left bare by my cropped top, his fingers curled on the hem pulling it up over my head, throwing it to the ground. “God you’re so sexy.” He practically moaned out, biting his lip at me, handing gliding over my stomach and back, fingertips stroking my skin, I heard myself moan out softly, allowing my own nervous hands to move onto his chest. He closed his eyes as my hands stroked his skin, his lips crashed down on mine, gripping me tightly against his body, the burning skin of his chest pressing against my own flushed pink flesh. He began to guide me over to the bed, working at the button on my jeans.

“They’ll be home soon.” I whispered, Brendon smirked, biting his lip.

“I know… good I got a lock right.” He winked, sauntering over to his bedroom door and pressing the lock in. “Now… lie down.” He teased, his voice low and husky, hands winding around my waist as he lowered me onto his bed, lips moving onto my neck, pressing light kisses all over the sensitive skin, I felt his teeth grazing my flesh, I whimpered as my back arched towards him. He unzipped my jeans, yanking them down my legs and tossing them to the side, unhooking my bra too, his lips moved down to my chest, kissing all over my breasts, tongue swirling against the skin, I whimpered, gripping onto his shoulder blades desperately.

“Brendon…” I gasped, writhing, his hand slid into my panties as his lips worked my flesh, biting down again, his fingers circling on my clit, he groaned as I unbuckled his belt and unzipped his jeans, they were left undone. He withdrew his hand from my panties, much to my annoyance, he kicked his jeans off, leaving him in his boxers on top of me, hand back in my panties, touching my clit again, sending shudders of pleasure through me, I felt him hard against my leg, grinding into me slightly.

“Fuck Y/N…” He growled slightly, his breathing rapid and desperate.

“Come on…” I panted desperately, I needed more and he knew it, he groaned and nodded at me, pulling my panties down tossing them somewhere, he wriggled out of his boxers, I felt his bare skin against me, the heat coming from both of us was unbearable, I pressed my hips up towards him, desperate for more contact.

“Someone’s impatient.” He said biting his lip at me, the way he looked at me was driving me crazy, his lip pulled sexily between his teeth, hips grinding down against me, I whimpered again, his hand slipped in between us, he rubbed his cock against me. “So wet.” He growled out, his hips rocking slowly.

“Please Bren…” I whimpered, gripping onto him, he chuckled low in his throat, my hips rocked against his, he groaned out again. “Come on… I need you.” I whimpered, hearing my own voice breathy and desperate.

“Fuck this.” He growled, his hips snapped sharply against me, pushing into me hard, I gasped out, his hips began to snap against me, jolting me up on the bed, his hand gripping the sheets hard, pulling them next to my head. I heard myself moaning and whimpering on the bed under him as his body moved above me, face screwed up in pleasure, his own panting and moaning turning me on even more, I knew how much he was enjoying this, it made it better for me. He growled slightly, leaning up almost upright as his hips slammed into me, the low rumbling sound coming from in his chest driving me insane, I felt him hitting that perfect spot over and over again. It played in the back of my mind that the reason he was so good at this was because of his reputation and how much he’d done it before, but the though was quickly stamped out by the mind numbing pleasure he was giving me. He just grunted and groaned above me, throwing his head back in pleasure, his sexy, tattooed arm coming up to my neck, hand wrapping gently around my throat, holding it in his fingers, squeezing ever so slightly when I moaned out. He looked at me with a new intensity, his eyes burning, like he couldn’t get enough of me, it made me feel so sexy, like no one had made him feel like this before.


My brain began to fog over as an unfamiliar tightening in my stomach began to build up, I had literally only been able to cum before if it was me doing it, so the fact that Brendon had almost nailed it first time drove me crazy. His hand remained around my throat, the other gripping the sheets next to me, I hadn’t really tried rougher sex but it was so hot I couldn’t care less if it was new to me. He released my throat, instead opting to grip onto my wrists, pinning them up above my head as his mouth moved to my neck, biting down harder than before, I felt the slight suction on the skin, knowing he’d leave a dark red mark there.

“Fuck Brendon.” I gasped out, the pain was amazing, along with the pleasure of his hips slamming into me over and over, his pace was relentless, it was like it didn’t faze him at all. He smirked down, letting out another impossibly sexy moan, using only one hand to pin my wrists, the other now gripping tightly onto my hip.

“Ugh Y/N… you feel so fucking tight.” He growled out, low and husky, the tone sent shivers down my spine, I felt the slight sting of his fingers, gripping my hip possessively, I could already tell he wasn’t the type for sharing, the way his body loomed over mine, hands gripping me. His dark hair began to cling to his sweaty forehead, his head thrown back, mouth falling open as he grunted with each thrust, the bed beginning to slam against the wall loudly.

“I… I’m c-close.” I gasped, feeling the knot in my stomach tightening more, like I was about to snap, my mind growing hazy, all I could think of was his name and his body and the way he made me feel, nothing else mattered at that moment. He seemed to gain a second wind hearing me say that, his hips slamming into me with new found ferocity, growling and groaning over the top of me, released my wrists which instantly flew up to his back, gripping it tightly, I felt my nails raking down his flesh which only seemed to drive him even more crazy. He hooked my leg under his arm, allowing him deeper, his free hand tangled in my air, gripping a fistful and pulling it lightly, forcing my back to arch against him, he used to opportunity to attack my neck again, biting and sucking all over. “B-bren, I… can’t hold on much longer.” I whimpered desperately, the stings and aches of pain he was giving me drove me insane, a perfect contrast to how amazing I felt every else.

“Me too baby… I wanna feel you cum on my cock.” He snarled, pulling my hair again sharply, I felt his thrusts growing sloppier and harder, he leant down close to my ear, biting just underneath it. “Cum for me.” He groaned, I came undone at his words, cumming hard around him, feeling myself tightening around him, gripping his back tight, he kept his tight grip on my body, his head bowed into the crook of my neck.

“Brendon!” I yelled out, loud and desperate, I was so glad they hadn’t come back yet, my body felt like it was fluttering, shaking and weak, suddenly he gave one last burst of hard thrusts before slowing.

“Oh fuck Y/N.” He tensed right up above me, throwing his head back, mouth open as he throbbed, hitting his peak just after me, groaned out, his own breath shaky and staggered in my ear.

He flopped down next to me, breathing heavily, sweat coating his skin as he leant back.

“Wow…” He panted slightly, taking a swig of the drink next to his bed. “That was amazing.”

“I know…” I gasped out, suddenly feeling that anxiety about it coming back. “Just so you know, I’m really not the type to do this.” I mumbled, he laughed in a low breathy tone.

“Stop thinking I’m judging you for any of this.” He smiled, pulling me a little closer to him, his million dollar smile beaming at me.

“I just… I don’t want to give you the wrong idea about me.” I sighed, allowing myself to be pulled closer to the dark haired boy.

“Well you know… I was kinda hoping that this could happen more often?” He smiled, he brushed my hair out of my face, sweat causing it to stick slightly, I raised an eyebrow, panicking that all my worries had just been confirmed. “No! I don’t just mean that, I mean tonight, me and you.”

“Me and you?” I asked, tilting my head to the side as he lay next to me slightly breathless.

“You know, getting stoned and skating just the two of us, having lunch together all the time, holding hands, cuddling and watching movies. You know, all that stuff that makes single people cringe.” He smiled sincerely, cuddling up to me.

“But… why… I’m hardly your usual type.” I tried to hide the concern in my voice, he kissed my forehead gently, pulling me close to him on the bed.

“Listen… if you think you’re not damn perfect then you’re stupid. You skate, you’re beautiful, intelligent, witty, you love music and you smoke, and you’re happy to just chill. I’ve liked you for ages but tonight I finally got the chance to really speak to you and get to know you, and you’re every bit as amazing as I thought, more even.” I blushed bright red, feeling him pull the covers over us, nuzzling his face into my hair.

“I really like you Bren… I’m just scared.” I mumbled into his chest, us snuggling up together in bed felt great.

“I know… but I swear, I won’t hurt you, I’m not an idiot. I wouldn’t fuck up something so amazing. I really like you too.” He smiled, we heard Ryan and Sophia giggling downstairs, they’d just come in, Brendon chuckled. “We should probably try to get to sleep before they start making noise.”

“Ok…” I mumbled again, nuzzling into his chest. “Night Brendon.”

“Night babe.”

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Just An Act

Summary: Dean is the new kid at your school and takes a liking to you, finding you interesting. 

Warning: language, abusive father, deceased family member. 

Word Count: 1,174

A/N: This is a Dean x Reader fic only it’s in first-person, I find it easier to write this way. Message me if you would like to be added to the tag list for future parts. I hope you enjoy!


I glanced over at the new kid to find him staring back at me, it was the first day back at school and we somehow managed to have every class together. He looked rough, but I was used to rough given my family history.  He had a strange vibe about him, almost like his whole bad boy act was just that, an act. 

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the art of seduction (Loki x Reader)

Originally posted by crimsonpeakmovie

Requested by  anhartcuteneon <3
Prompt:  Hello! Could you do an imagine of Loki trying to seduce you for information?
A/N: terribly sorry for the wait!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Warnings: T 
Words: 1579

MASTERLIST. KO-FI.

You knew this was going to happen eventually. You just knew it. You stuck your nose where it didn’t belong and now were a part of a secret one trickster was practically dying to know. He had been eyeing you for a while now – ever since he found out you knew of what he desired – which made you both highly uncomfortable and somewhat excited. After all, his divine attention was to be proud of. All of your female co-workers were fuming with jealousy. But to be honest you just wanted to continue your boring day to day job without a hitch. And for a while you were still able to do that.

Until Loki showed up at your doorstep, that is.

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Strike Two (Part 9 of Curve Ball)

Originally posted by he-is-the-best-part-of-me

Summary: An accidental collision. Lucky shoes. Baseball lessons. As much as they might try to deny it, fate seemed to be working to bring Derek and Y/N together. But being in each other’s lives could prove to be more complicated than either one of them bargained for.

Author’s Note: FINALLY! It is here, y’all!!! I know it has been an eternity since I updated this series, but it is finally written and I couldn’t love this part more. I really hope you guys like it, please let me know! Meanwhile, enjoy ;)

As always, a HUGE thank you to my co-pilot on this series, @snipsnsnailsnwerewolftales!!! She is so amazing to work with and always such great ideas!!! I can’t even say thanks enough <3

Warnings: Language; a lot of feels

Tags: @wheresthekillswitch, @urwarriorangel, @palaiasaurus64, @melanie451, @houseofrahl, @life-what-life-i-dont-have-one, @splashofbi, @livinglife-dsa, @miaforeverblue

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“Y/N? Are you even listening to me?” Stiles’ voice broke me out of my stare and I slowly turned my head to look at him, eyes wide and lips sucked between my teeth as I grunted out a ‘hm?’ He blinked at me several times before averting his gaze to the spot I was so tethered to only moment ago.

“Sorry,” I sighed. “I’ve just been…distracted.”

“I’ll say,” he snorts, earning a glare. “What’s up with you lately?”

“Nothing, I’m fine.”

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Just How I Like It

Author: smutandahalf

Characters: Reader x Stiles x Isaac

Rating: NSFW 18+ EXPLICIT SMUT

Word Count: 2,768

Originally posted by m-atilda


           I glance up at her, scribbling in her notebook, and her tongue is peeking out of the corner of her mouth slightly.

           Isaac comes up behind her, whispering something in her ear and she looks startled. She jumps in her chair, slamming her notebook closed before shoving it away from her slightly.      

           “So what have you found so far?” He asks me and I look up quickly.

           “Nothing. I’ve found nothing, absolutely nothing.” I grumble in irritation while tugging at my hair in frustration. “What about you, Y/N? Did you find anything useful? You’ve been writing in your notebook non-stop for like an hour.”

           “Oh, just a few things, possible ideas. Nothing too useful yet, definitely nothing share worthy.” She say quickly, inching her fingers towards her notebook that’s made its way closer to my side of the table. “Anyways, I just remembered that my mom needed me to go run some errands while she’s at work so I’m just going to go.”

           She grabs the notebook quickly and stuff it into her backpack before swinging the bag over her shoulder and leave the library before I even have time to say goodbye.

           “Well, someone seems a little jumpy.” Isaac remarks, raising an eyebrow at her empty seat and I shrug, pulling my notebook towards me. “Alright well Scott and I are going to go and see if we can catch the Alpha pack’s scent so I’ll catch you later.” He adds, getting up from his seat, and I nod at him in farewell.

           I flip the notebook open and am greeted with Y/N’s neat handwriting. My eyebrows furrow in confusion, wondering if maybe she added some things into my notebook to combine out notes together.

           He slides a finger into her, his thumb rubbing against her clit and she throws her head back. “Fuck, right there Stiles,” She says, moaning in satisfaction.

           I scan along the page, reading a few sentences here and there and my face flushes immediately when I see my name, and my dick tightens in response.

           Holy shit. I think to myself when I realize what I was holding in my hand. Y/N hadn’t been doing research for the past hour, she’d been writing smut. My eyes scan down along the page again, reading a bit more and I shift in my seat; very, very detailed smut. I take a shaky breath before shoving everything into my backpack and rushing out of the library to my car, anxious to head home and read the rest of the holy grail that I’ve stumbled on.

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           I search through my backpack frantically, dumping everything out on to the floor desperately looking for my notebook. Finally I find it, flipping it open and all I see if a messy scrawl scribbled all over the pages. A sense of panic surges through me as I stare at the endless notes on possible leads and various supernatural creatures that could be in Beacon Hills. I bite my lip, trying to breathe in slowly, desperately trying to contain my freak out. This is Stiles’ notebook, and if I have his notebook then that means that he more than likely has mine and I hope to God he hasn’t opened it yet.

           I grab my keys off of my desk and run down the stairs of my house. I’m out the front door and in the driver’s seat of my car within a minute. I pull out of the driveway and make my way to Stiles’ as quickly as possible. I pull up in front of his house, jumping out of the car and slamming the door behind me.

           I’m panting slightly when I get to the front door, banging against the wood loudly. I tap my foot anxiously, waiting for Stiles to open the door. Finally, the door budges and I see Stiles staring back at me in surprise.

           “Y/N?”

           “I have your notebook, figured you might need it.” I say quickly, holding it up to show him and he quirks an eyebrow at me.

           “Come on in.” He turns away from the door and I hurry in behind him, turning to close the door.

           “Right so you probably didn’t even notice you had the wrong notebook,” I start to say as the door clicks shut and he presses up against me, pushing my chest tightly against the door. His hands smoothing over my hips as he moves my hair away from my neck and presses a few soft kisses to the skin there and I feel like I’m going to melt. “Stiles, what are you doing?” I ask breathlessly and it comes out in a soft moan and my head falls back against his shoulder.

           “Nothing,” He whispers against me, his tongue tracing patterns against my skin before tugging my earlobe in between his teeth. “Just let it happen.”

           I try to convince myself to pull away from him, to stop this and find out why he’s doing this, but all I can think about is how good his hands feel against my body. He slides his hands up, cupping my breasts in his hands, squeezing them gently and I let out a mewl of pleasure. I can feel him harden as he presses roughly against me, his erection digging into my hip before he turns me around to face him.

           I look at his face, searching for answers but all I can see are his eyes dark with lust; staring back at me as if he had been wandering the desert and I was the only thing that could quench his thirst.

           His hips press against mine as he leans towards me, pausing for a moment just millimeters from my lips, flicking his gaze up to meet mine as if to see if I’m going to stop his and I bite my lip unintentionally. A look of pure lust washes over his face and a low growl escapes from this back of his throat before he slams his lips against mine. I wrap my arms around his neck, and he grabs the back of my thighs, lifting me up as if I weight nothing. I lock my legs around his waist and he keeps me pressed tightly against the wall, pinning me there.

           He tugs on my bottom lip with his teeth, sucking on it and I moan against his lips. He uses the opportunity to slip his tongue into my mouth, battling against mine before exploring the inside of my mouth as if he wants to taste every inch of me. My hands make there way from the nape of his neck into his hair and I fist my hands into his messy brown hair, causing him to groan in appreciation.

           He holds onto me tightly, walking us up the stairs, his lips never disconnecting from mine. When we get up to the second floor he makes his way across the hall, kicking the door to him room open. He drops me onto his bed and I lie there panting slightly.

           “Stiles,” I whisper, still trying to catch my breath and his lips are on mine again, silencing me. His begins kissing along my jaw and down my neck and I tilt my head to allow him better access. “We need to talk about this.” I say, barely able to get the words out before I moan again.

           “No we don’t,” He mumbles against me, “Think about it later.”

           He continues kissing down my neck, pulling down the collar of my t-shirt before planting a few soft kisses along my clavicles, and tracing his tongue along where the bone is visible. His hands slip under my t-shirt, his warm hands caressing up my stomach before he tugs it over my head.

           Once my shirt is off he looks at me in awe, my bra pushing up my breasts making them swell, and he begins tracing his thumbs over the simple black lace. He nips gently at the newly exposed skin, sliding his tongue down along the valley of my breasts and I whimper. I arch my back and his hands reach around me to unclasp my bra and pull it off of me.

           “Holy shit, you’re fucking gorgeous.” He groans and I can feel a blush coloring my face. He presses his hands against my chest, kneeding my breasts and I can feel my nipples harden under his hands. He takes a hardened peak into his mouth, sucking on it and I moan, dragging my hand through his hair before pressing his face tightly against me. “You’re tits are fucking perfect.” He rasps, his voice thick with lust as he takes my other nipple in his mouth and all I can do is moan in response.

           “I’ve wanted to do this for so long.” He moans, trailing open mouth kisses down my stomach and I whimper. In one smooth motion he’s pulled my skirt and panties down, leaving me bare to him. I shiver as the cold air hits my core where wetness is quickly pooling.

           He sucks roughly against my hip, leaving a dark purple mark before repeating the same action on the other side. His lips work over the inside of my thighs and I squirm in anticipation of him getting to where I need him most. Slowly, his mouth moves nearer and nearer to my core.

           “Stiles, please,” I plead, my need for him mixing with desperation.

           “What’s wrong baby girl?” He breathes against me and I shudder at the feeling of his hot breath against my center. “Tell me what you need.”

           “Anything,” I whimper, begging him, “Please just do anything.”

           He sticks his tongue out, licking slowly along my slit from my core to my clit and I shudder against him. He continues sliding his tongue along me languidly, as if he has all the time in the world and it feels like complete torture. I buck my hips against him, desperate for more, and he uses his hands to hold my thighs down as he continues his sweet torture.

           He swirls his tongue around my bundle of nerves and I let out a loud gasp, my head lurching forward as my back arches off of the bed. “You taste so fucking sweet,” He mumbles against my core, sending vibrations shooting through me and I writhe against him. He slides a finger into me, keeping rhythm with his tongue and my eyes roll back into my head at the sensation.

           “Won’t you make some more of those pretty noises I love so much, baby girl?” He asks, curling his fingers inside of me to hit that perfect spot and I let out a loud moan. He pulls his fingers out of me, reaching them out to my lips, offering to me and I open my mouth slightly. He slips his fingers into my mouth and I slide my tongue around them, sucking against his fingers and he looks at me, his mouth slightly wide.

           “Holy fuck that was the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.” He says, returning his mouth to my core and I wrap my legs around his head. He continues licking, sucking, and flicking his tongue over me, making it impossible for me to contain my moans when he pulls away from me suddenly and I whimper at the loss of contact.

           He pulls me towards him, pressing his lips to mine, slipping his tongue inside of my mouth and I can taste myself on him. I capture his tongue with my lips and suck on it, making him moan against my mouth. His moan triggers something in me and I tear his clothes off of him. His shirt goes flying across the room as I tug at his pants and boxers, throwing them to the floor once they’re off of him.

           His erection springs up proudly and my eyes widen slightly. I grasp his length in my hands and lets out a sharp intake of breath. I lick a stripe up along the underside of his cock before swirling my tongue around his tip and he moans, his eyes fluttering closed. I take him into my mouth, sliding him all the way to the back of my throat and he thrusts hard against my mouth. I bob my head against him, hollowing out my cheeks and I slide him in and out of my throat, pressing my tongue along a prominent veins and he shudders.

           “Your mouth feels so good, baby girl,” He groans and I moan at the nickname. The sound sends vibrations shuddering through him and he bucks his hips against me. I pull him out of my mouth slowly, sliding my hand up and down his length, pumping his firmly before taking his length back fully into my mouth. “I’m going to come,” He pants and I can feel him twitching in my mouth before a warm liquid trickles into the back of my throat and he throws his head back as his orgasm crashes over him. I slide my tongue along him, licking ever drop of his release before pulling him out of my mouth with a pop.

           “Fuck, I knew you had a wicked mouth but I didn’t realize you could do that,” He pants and I smirk at him. He pulls me towards him, flipping us so that I’m underneath him. “Don’t worry baby girl, I’m going to take good care of you.” He whispers against the shell of my ear, pumping his cock a few times before lining himself up with my entrance.

           He slides into me, slowly, and I moan loudly. “You’re so fucking tight.” He breathes out in a pant as he slides out of me and back in and I whimper.

           “Fuck, Stiles, I need you.” I say, wrapping my legs around his hips and he begins pounding into me. I lift my hips up in rhythm to his thrusts, making it to where he hits that perfect spot deep within me every time and I drag my nails roughly down his back. He holds onto the headboard tightly with one hand, the leverage allowing him to thrust even more deeply into me.

           I can feel the pressure building inside of me, a fine sheen of sweat lining his forehead as he continue to slam into me. I look up at him through half lidded eyes, and he flips us again so that I’m straddling him. I roll my hips against him, riding him quickly and he one hand against my breast while the other hand is quickly rubbing against my clit, quickly bringing me closer and closer to my release.

           “F-fuck, yes, just like that, Stiles,” I moan, my voice coming out raspy and he leans up slightly to replace the hand on my breast with his mouth. He sucks on my nipple roughly as he applies more pressure to my bundle of nerves and all at once my orgasm slams into me. I clench around him, throwing my head back and screaming his name repeatedly, as he continues to thrust into me to prolong my orgasm. My orgasm pushes him over the edge and I can feel him twitch inside me as he begins to pulsate. His eyes close tightly as he comes undone underneath me, releasing with a shudder. He slumps back against the bed and I roll off of the top of him trying to capture my breath.

           He wraps his arms around me, pulling me towards him as my chest rises and falls rapidly.

           “Holy shit that was amazing,” I say, my voice barely louder than a breathless whisper, “It’s like you knew just how I like it.”

           “I read your notebook,” He admits guiltily, pressing a kiss to my temple and I choke on a breath.

           “Oh my god you read it?” I ask, embarrassment flooding my face and he lets out a low chuckle.

           “What do you think gave me the courage to make a move?” He asks and I shrug, “Besides, it was probably the most useful research I’ve ever stumbled across.” He adds, capturing my lips with him and I kiss him back passionately.

           “So, can we talk about everything now?” I ask hesitantly and he nuzzles his face into my neck.

           “What’s there to talk about? You’re mine now and forever. You’ve always been mine.” He mumbles against my skin and my heart drops into the pit of my stomach at his words.

           “Just how I like it.” I whisper, cuddling in closer to him, and he presses soft kisses into my neck before pulling a blanket over us.

marquis de lafayette. switches from english to french in the middle of a sentence. a wild light always in his eye. cares more about his hair than his grades, but always near the top of his class. sings loudly and carelessly. mediocre dancer, poisonous chef, brilliant hula hooper. strong opinions on everything. touchy-feely with people he’s really close with; he’ll often hug them for no reason or play with ther fingers as they talk to him. greets everyone with a kiss on the cheek. calls his friends mon chéri, strangers mon ami. a glare from him can send men cowering back from battle, a smile have crowds surrounding him. he can name and distinguish all things expensive and posh, from luxury champagnes to gleaming jewels. has a pair of expensive headphones no one can touch. picky with hair/skin products, it drives his friends mad. lends his big fuzzy sweaters to peggy all the time. she never gives them back. would give his life for what he believes in. extremely sentimental and nostalgic. intolerant of anyone who has wronged his pack. trash talks people in french. can fall asleep anywhere; the couch, the table, the floor. a complete early-riser, much to the dismay of his roommates.  can and would literally spend all night watching a new tv series that john (or eliza) recommended—and would call them the next morning to yell at them for the finale, “what the fuck was that plot twist what the fuck when is this stupid show coming back.” reads french poetry out loud. flirts with everyone and everything when he’s drunk. always carries around a backpack, even if it only has a notebook and a pen. the most fantastic listener and advice-giver. tries to absorb every little thing in life, but if he can’t, that’s okay. 

john | alexander

little depression thing i'm sharing

i don’t think i’m probably the only one who does this but if this isn’t something u do this is probably going to seem weird and unhealthy but that’s because it is.

when i’m depressed, my bed turns into a nest of like…100 things that don’t need to be in my bed. notebooks and clothes and drink containers. i’ll literally leave them there for ages because when i’m depressed, i don’t want to leave my bed and so i just bring everything to it and leave it there because i just don’t have the motivation to take care of anything and i honestly just do not care at all. about anything. my back and body have been killing me from just sticking to one side of the bed and sleeping awkwardly and today i finally cleared my bed off and changed my sheets into nice silkier ones and i get to sleep in my full bed tonight rather than just the corner i’ve allowed myself to have.

it’s a small thing but it’s the only bit of motivation to do anything healthy and nice for myself that i’ve had in a while so i wanted 2 share. i’m gonna try to clean my room tomorrow and clear out my clutter. i think i’m ready to stop letting my space go to shit. i still really don’t care that much but i think sometimes self care is doing shit you don’t want to do because you know it’ll be better for you in the end. egh

Black Lace

Jimin x Reader

College!AU and Roommate!AU

~3.5K

Featuring Wise Friend Hoseok

Language, Suggestive Content, Implied Smut at end

“This is my gift to you: a single girl to live in your apartment. At best, you can date her and live happily ever after, or at least be friends with benefits until it gets awkward and one of you moves out. The worst case scenario is that she gives you killer dating advice and has single friends. You can’t lose!”

Summary: Jimin attempts to woo his attractive new female roommate with a touching, misguided attempt at a birthday gift. 

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Jimin and Hoseok took a day during winter break to show up at room 1273 to help move some stuff into the apartment, and Jimin was beyond shocked when the person who opened the door was female. A very attractive female, nonetheless.

“Hi! You must be Jimin! My name is Y/N and Hoseok’s told me all about you. It’s a bummer we couldn’t meet up before I moved in, Hoseok said you were really busy with work and stuff.” The girl held out a hand to Jimin, who struggled to maintain eye contact with her long enough to avoid murdering Hoseok with his eyes. Jimin had actually been surprisingly not busy for the last several weeks and Hoseok knew that.

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French 101 ♡ Grayson

Summary: Grayson needs help with the help with the homework, so he ask’s you.

Word Count: 332

Warnings: None.

A/N: This is my first imagine, so go easy on me. & I got this as a prompt, but I can’t find it again…


“-And that’s it for today. Don’t forget the homework is due tomorrow” Mrs. Wilson yelled over all the kids packing up their things, waiting for the bell to ring. You put the Homework in your backpack, telling yourself you’d do it later. “I’m starving, Y/N. How much more longer until lunch” Angela, your best friend, complained, throwing her backpack over her shoulder, turing to face you. “Angela, we have lunch next” You laughed, putting your bag on your back, then walking t0wards the door. “Oh, right” She laughed, you rolling her eyes. Once the bell rang, you were halfway to the cafeteria, before you realized you forgot your notebook back in the class.

“Fuck” You mumbled, going to turn around, Angela instantly noticing. “What” She questioned, not knowing what you were mad about. “I left my notebook in Mrs Wilson room, I’ll meet you at the table” You smiled, walking back to the class to grab your notebook.

Once you finally got your notebook back, you started walking back to the cafeteria, hoping Angela got you some food. “Umph” You were suddenly on the floor, your phone thrown halfway across the hallway. “What the-” You glanced up, seeing a guy, apologizing for his actions. “I-I’m so sorry” He laughed, extending his hand to help you up. “It’s fine, I’m fine, my butt just hurts a little” You laughed, grabbing your notebook, and phone off the floor. As you two walked towards the stairs to walk to the cafeteria, you got this feeling that you knew the stranger from somewhere.

“Wait. I recognize you from somewhere” You suddenly said, looking at the stranger. “From your dreams” He teased, winking at you. “No..” You trailed off, trying to figure out were you knew him from. “Oh! You’re that kid that sits beside me and always cheats off me in French 101” You laughed, finally figuring out were you knew him from. “Yep, that’s me. I’m Grayson” He smiled, turing towards you. “Y/N” You smiled.

Burned(Marliza AU)

Word count: 6456(I’m so sorry)

Note: so, this took too long to write, is too long, but I’m very excited about it. It’s a Paper Towns AU, and if you’ve read Paper Towns then you know this is going to be interesting.

Thanks so much to @secretschuylersister for reading through everything and screaming support. And thanks for @sunriseovertheroomwhereithappens for helping me edit some

Warning: alcohol mentions, swearing, mentions of sex, cheating, and being a terrible sister

Tags: @maybe-mikala @queerenbian @linmanuclmiranda @ham4fan-fiction


Eliza had never been entirely grounded to one spot. She had a move-around-never-sit-still-always-doing-something personality.

Her outlandish adventures and increasingly epic escapades had attracted people to her like moths to a bug-zapper: beautiful but deep down dangerous, and she burned the people that got too close.

All but one, and that one burned her.


“Maria, I’m just saying, if you choose to go to college straight out of highschool then your father and I can try to pay-”

“But nothing is guaranteed,” I argued. It was this way all the time– go the way we want and we can support you until we can’t, and we can’t always came too soon. “That’s why I’m saying I need to wait and save enough money to pay for what you can’t. If I take out student loans, I’ll drown in them.”

“This might not be the best choice for you, Maria.”

“That’s the only route that’s guaranteed,” I pointed out, before looking through the passenger seat window and realizing we had pulled up outside the brick entrance to school, the glass doors gleaming. “Would you look at that, we’re here,” I said, desperate to get out of the judgemental atmosphere of my mother’s van. “Gotta go.” I kissed her on the cheek, before pushing the door open and hopping out. My mother didn’t even make an attempt at rolling down the tinted window and shouting something about having a good day and that she loved me. Instead, she put the car in drive, and disappeared into the line of cars waiting for an escape out of the endless parking lot.

“Wouldya look at that,” a familiar voice shouted. “Maria Lewis in da house!” I turned around, coming face-to-face with Sarah, one half of the only two friends I had retained thus far.

“I’ve only missed one day this year, why do you sound so surprised?”

“Ah yes, that one glorious day you missed, because of a wicked hangover.”

“Sarah,” I cautioned. She knew better than to be shouting my illegal affairs at the top of her lungs. Albeit, my list of illegal affairs was a short one.

“Remind me,” she continued, pushing her dark hair out of her eyes. “Wouldn’t that be the same night that you almost hooked up with-”

“Zip it!” I hissed, before grabbing Sarah’s arm and yanking her into the building. I tugged her into the first bathroom I could find, without releasing her arm. “What is wrong with you?”

“Shall I organize that alphabetically or in greatest to least in terms of affecting my daily life?” She asked, a sarcastic smile hooking up the corners of her mouth.

“I’m serious, Sarah. There are things you shout in front of a school, and there are things you don’t.”

“I’m going to need some examples.”

“Things you do shout,” I began, counting on my fingers. “‘Did you do the math homework’ ‘I need coffee’ ‘I regret not calling in fake sick.’”

“And things you don’t?” She mused.

“Stuff about my sexlife!” I snapped, and the message finally seemed to cross her mind. After a moment of silence, “understood,” was all she muttered.

“Thank you,” I drawled, letting out an exasperated sigh. “I have to get to calculus.”

“So you’re going to leave me stranded in this bathroom?” She asked, the usual joking manner coming back into her full force.

“There’s an exit, I’m sure you can figure the way out.”

“Obviously,” she scoffed, and I stopped long enough to take in her look. “But are you forgetting that Quinn has your calculus notebook?”

I groaned. Sarah was right, Quinn– the other of my only two friends– did have my calculus notebook in her possession. “You could have lead with that!” I snapped.

“You know I don’t operate that way.”

“Where’s Quinn?” I asked, blowing a breath through my teeth. “I need to get my notebook, then I need to kill her.”

“No murders,” Sarah bargained, and I shot her a glance that clearly said to be quiet unless you want to end up on my hitlist. “It’s before first period, so she’s in band.”

“Lead the way, band nerd supreme.”


After successfully getting my notebook back from the ever brilliant, yet slightly naïve Quinn, I rushed back to calculus, knowing that if there was even a strand of my curly hair not in the room when the bell rang, I was toast. As nice as Mr Jacobsen is, he was 1) extremely strict with the bell and 2) determined to ruin my standing of being the only student that had never been late to his class.

I passed by Eliza, forcing myself to keep walking instead of trying to dig up the courage to talk to her.


I stared at eight different clocks for eight total hours, waiting for the day to go by. While I cornered my thoughts of Eliza into one part of my mind, forcing the others to focus on the writing on the board and occasionally the clock above the door.

None of what my English teacher, Mrs Grissom, was talking about made sense, and I found my mind become less focused on the board and more focused on the clock.

Finally, it struck 3:20 in the afternoon and we were free to leave. I gathered my things, and made a dash for the door. I knew better than to assume that Mrs Grissom wouldn’t notice my lack of interest in her lesson on some century and a half old book, and I wanted to get out of there before I heard-

“Ms Lewis, could I have a word with you?” My shoulders slumped, and I bit my lip before turning around and plastering a fake smile on my face mid-turn.

“Yes?”

“Could you tell me anything that I was talking about during the lesson?” She asked, “anything at all?” I made a quick glance to the blackboard, and noticed it mercifully had some writing on it. I made out the words Jane Eyre, which were sloppily written and crookedly underlined.

I sighed, a weight coming off of my shoulders. I may not have known what the lecture was about, but I could give a summary of the book. “Jane Eyre was written in 1847 by Charlotte Brontë. It follows the life of Jane Eyre, a young orphaned girl. She survives an abusive childhood and goes on to become a teacher and then a governess for the ward of a man named Mr. Rochester. They fall in love, but strange things-”

“You clearly weren’t paying attention,” Mrs Grissom interrupted, clicking her tongue. “Look at the board- completely this time, not out of the corner of your eye.” She gave me a knowing look, and I bit my lip. I turned to the board, noticing the title of the lesson written far above the title of the book.

“Feminism: comparison between Jane Eyre and today…” I muttered, groaning quietly. I turned back to Mrs Grissom. “Oops?”

“‘Oops’ indeed.” I sat through her five-minute lecture on paying attention and getting enough sleep in order to pay attention.

Finally, she let me go, and I rushed to my locker, throwing my books in my bag before grabbing it and hoisting it onto my shoulder. I knew Sarah and Quinn would be gone by now, but what I didn’t expect was to see Eliza rush out of the passenger side of her older sister’s car.

She looked at me for a millisecond, and I saw enough to know that someone had gravely messed up; her face was red and tear streaked, and she wiped at one of her cheeks before closing the car door with a slam, rushing away.

I looked back at the car, and saw someone– presumably her older sister, but Angelica couldn’t have made her that upset– slam their hands on the dashboard before the door opened. Indeed, Angelica did rush out, barely even making sure the door was closed before running after her sister.

“Eliza, wait!” Angelica shouted, but Eliza had already disappeared. “Damnit!” I heard Angelica shout, before deciding to make myself scarce. I ducked back into the school, calling my mom and requesting that she come pick me up.

By the time my mom made it, the two elder Schuyler sisters had disappeared, as had Angelica’s car.

“Did you have a good day, sweetie?” My mom asked, the pretentious mood she had been in this morning had been dropped entirely.

“It was fine,” I answered automatically, knowing better than to tell her about Eliza and Angelica. She would have called their father immediately after getting home, and I didn’t fancy being in the center of that.

“That’s good,” she said, before putting the car in drive and pulling out of the school parking lot.


Upon getting back to my house, I dodged my mother’s questions of why I had been late, and took my bag up to my room to actually read Jane Eyre, and I looked out of my window. Angelica’s car wasn’t in the driveway, and Eliza’s curtains were pulled closed.

I sighed, and contemplated ignoring Jane Eyre and seeing if she was online. My will to find out if she was okay over took my responsible side, and I set down Jane Eyre (which was only open to page eleven) and took a seat in my computer chair. I opened my laptop, logging onto a chat room used in majority by the population of Rodgers High School, and nearly no one else.

Eliza wasn’t on, but Quinn was. I watched as an italicized notification told me that Quinn requested to send me a message. I clicked the notification, and read the short greeting.

Quinn2719: heard you got chewed out by Grimace- I mean Grissom

Mammamiaitsmaria: let me live.

Quinn2719: ‘fraid not, old friend. You best be ignoring me and reading Jane Eyre right now, unless you want another lecture from the beast herself

Mammamiaitsmaria: okay, mom

I logged out, closing my laptop, resolving to sit down and read like I should be. I made it to chapter six before I was called downstairs by my mom to eat dinner.

I ate, barely uttering a word while my parents discussed a spike in gas prices and a lack of well-educated people in politics. I finished, rinsing my plate in the sink, and rushing back upstairs before either of them could ask my opinion on the most recent Facebook post made by some government official in Arkansas.

I read to chapter nine of Jane Eyre before marking my spot with a loose piece of paper, and taking a quick shower. I logged back onto the chat room after my shower, messaged Quinn (mostly complaining about Mrs Grissom) and had just laid down when I heard a noise at my window.

I opened my eyes, but didn’t sit up. My first thought was a tree branch, then I immediately remembered that there was not a tree within window scratching distance. I heard the window open, and felt a rush of cool air flood into my room, followed by a soft sound that said someone had done a somersault into my room, via my bedroom window.

Finally, I grabbed the softball bat leaning by my bed, and in one fluid motion sat up, and turned around, swinging the bat out in front of me. A female-figured person stood inches away from the end of my bat, a hoodie pulled up over their face and skinny jeans covering their legs. They had ratty converse, which were sloppily tied and needed to be replaced.

“Jesus Christ!” A distinctly familiar voice shouted. “Are you crazy?” I lowered the bat, at the same time the figure lowered their hood. Immediately, I recognized Eliza, and I moved to click on my bedside light.

“Don’t,” she whispered. “I don’t want to wake up your parents.”

“You just screamed at the top of your lungs, and they haven’t come rushing to what they suppose would be my aid. I think we’re in the clear.” I clicked on the light, and looked Eliza in the face. “Why did you somersault into my window?” I asked, pushing my blanket off my legs and pulling them to my chest.

“Because I need to borrow you and I need to borrow your car,” she said, clicking her tongue, and shoving her hands into the pockets of her hoodie

“You seem to be uneducated in how my life works, because I don’t have a car.”

“Then your parents car,” she said. “They do have a car, right?”

“I’d have to steal the keys,” I announced, raising my eyebrows. “And that is a thing I’m not going to do.”

“Where are the keys, then?” She asked, raising her eyebrows in a bad imitation of me.

“On the kitchen counter,” I answered, about to ask why when she disappeared from my bedroom.

“Oh, hell no.” I jumped off of my bed, turning out of the hallway and rushing down the stairs after Eliza. I pushed open the door to the kitchen to see her sitting at one of the stools on the island, her feet propped up on the counter, spinning the keys around her index finger by the keyring.

“I am not stealing my moms car,” I said, pushing my semi-dried hair off my shoulders.

“I’ll be your accomplice,” she offered, still spinning the keys around her finger. “Because either way, I’m doing what I need to do.”

“And just what do you so badly need to do?”

“There are a few things, actually, and at least half of them involve an accomplice.” She finally stopped spinning the keys, catching them in her hand, and put her feet back to the ground, bouncing her legs.

“Why don’t you get Peggy or Angelica to do it?” I asked, immediately regretting it when I noticed her setting her jaw.

“Because my sisters are part of the problem.”

“Alexander, then.”

“He’s the biggest problem,” Eliza whispered. “Please.” I looked her in the eye, and knew without knowing what my answer would be.

“Alright. Let me get dressed.”


I threw on a pair of jeans and an old t-shirt emblazoned with a logo to a band I didn’t even like anymore, and rushed downstairs.

“You ready, curly sue?” Eliza asked after I emerged into the kitchen. I rolled my eyes at the nickname, but motioned for her to follow me.

We made it into the foyer, and I had just grabbed a loose jacket from one of the pegs by the door.

“Maria?” I heard my mother’s voice whisper in a questioning tone. “And is that Elizabeth Schuyler?” I looked at her in the corner of my eye. Her lips were pulled up in a clever smirk, her eyes glowing mischievously.

“Susanna, how are you?” Eliza exclaimed, turning on her heel, her hair brushing my shoulder. “It’s been so long, long enough for you to not know that I go by Eliza, mostly.”

“I’m good, but I would like to know what exactly my daughter and my neighbors daughter are doing at 10:33 at night.”

“Tacos!” Eliza exclaimed, looking at me and quirking up an eyebrow. “Isn’t that right, Maria?”

“Yep, tacos,” I said, hoping that I sounded convincing enough.

“You’re going to get tacos at ten o'clock at night?”

“That’s what other people do. Haven’t you been saying you want me to do some more normal activities?” I asked, ignoring the urge to put air quotes around the word normal.

“Be back by curfew,” she granted. She stifled a yawn, and walked back in the direction of her bedroom. I turned back to Eliza, and the glint in her eyes said we most certainly were not going to be back by curfew.

“Good thing I decided against any camouflage face paint, because that would have been harder to explain,” Eliza muttered, before grabbing my wrist and pulling me out the front door. She tossed me the keys to the car, and ran to it. She jumped onto the hood, sliding across it perfectly before landing on her feet on the other side.

“C’mon, slowpoke.” She pulled open the passenger seat door, dropping into it. I elected the much safer option, and walked to the car, sitting down in the driver’s seat after pulling the door open. Eliza had her feet kicked up on the dash, and she was humming quietly to herself.

“I cannot believe you talked me into stealing my parents car.”

“I cannot believe you told me where the keys were,” she countered. “Not that I wouldn't’ve found them on my own.” Ignoring her, I put the key in the ignition and backed out of the driveway.

“So,” I began, tapping my fingers rhythmically against the steering wheel. “What exactly do you have planned for tonight?”

“Firstly, that would require a few months worth of backstory, which I am going to sum up as easily as possible.”

“Shoot.”

“My boyfriend, whom I have been with for many months now, has been fucking my older sister,” she said these seventeen words as if they were the most normal things, the most painfully obvious, in-your-face things. And what do you say to the girl who just said these seventeen words, that had admitted that the one person closest to her had done this?

You say sorry.

“I’m sorry-”

“Don’t be. Not like you knew, I sure didn’t.” She took a deep breath. “But Peggy did, and she never told me. Angelica didn’t tell me for months, and Alexander-” she broke off. “And Alexander did all of it. He slept with her, and she…” Eliza stopped, taking in another deep breath. “Apparently she initiated it.”

Sweet jesus, I thought, who the hell does that to their own sister? Then I was immediately hit with the next thought like a stray gust of wind: that was almost you.

Eliza’s voice snapped me from the sudden thought that has consumed me momentarily. “And you know what the most terrible thing is?” Eliza asked, and apparently she was not waiting for a response because immediately following those words came these: “if she would have told me before I even dated him, if she would have told me that she loved him. I would have stayed away. He’d be hers, and my heart would have broke, but at least it wouldn’t have been like this.”

“Is that why you were crying earlier?” I asked before I could stop myself. “After school, in the parking lot.”

“I-” she began, then stopped. “Yeah. I walked home after that. Angelica is at her apartment, I didn’t want to be locked in a car with her for fifteen minutes.” She bit her lip. “I could barely even look at her,” her voice was a whisper, featherlight and quiet.

She cleared her throat. “Anyway, you need to go to that huge Walmart impersonator store on 3rd.”

“Why are we going to a box store at 11:13 at night?”

“Because before problems can be solved, the solutions need to be bought with paper that has a value.” We pulled into the parking lot of the 24 hour store, and she passed me a piece of notebook paper that had been ripped from its spiral binding.

“And, I think a Benjamin Franklin will be enough to cover that,” she said, tossing a wadded up hundred dollar bill in my lap. “Benny is a friend of mine, use him wisely.”

I unfolded the notebook paper, scanning the page. Immediately, I noticed that Eliza didn’t capitalize any letters in any of the words.

matchesflourglitterballoons(the kind that can easily be filled with flour and glitter)rubber bandsnairlight blue spray paintitching powder

“What’re you waiting for, lesgo!” She said, clapping her hands, and jumping out of my moms car. I followed her, pocketing the list and the money.

“Hey there,” the cashier said, pulling what he assumed to be an attractive and sultry glance. “How’re you gorgeous ladies doing tonight.”

“We’re doing wonderful,” Eliza answered, before I could tell him off.

“You know, if one of you would like to spend some time with me-”

“No thanks,” Eliza said, cutting him off and wrapping an arm around my waist. “She’s the gay Maria to my gay Eliza.” The cashier didn’t seem to believe her words, and opened his mouth to say something else. She looked at me for just a second, a glance that was enough to leave my cheeks burning. She leaned forward, pressing a kiss against my cheek; if my cheeks weren’t burning before, they were now. Finally, the cashier whitened, and shut his mouth. He turned around, and pretended to sort through the cigarette boxes behind the counter.

“Alright, gay Maria, we have shopping to do.” Not releasing the grip on my waist, she turned me around to face the aisles.

“So,” I said, still very aware of her arm around my waist. “What exactly are we using the itching powder for?”

“You’ll have to wait and see,” was her answer. She let go of my waist after lightly squeezing my hip, and disappeared down an aisle.

“‘Liza…” I didn’t want to be left alone with creepy cashier guy, so I followed her.

“Do you know if this place has a pharmacy aisle?” Eliza asked, reappearing with a packet of balloons in her hand. “Because I forgot to add a necessary item to that list.”

“Yeah, I think. It’s this way.” We walked down the aisles, Eliza occasionally stopping to grab something we needed.

“Here we are.” She walked down the pharmacy aisle, before grabbing something and adding it to the growing pile of stuff in her arms.

“What was that, Eliza?” I asked, my eyebrows scrunching up.

“Condoms,” she answered plainly. “They’re for Peggy, part of the revenge plot.”

“And what’re you going to do with the condoms, once you give them to Peggy?”

“Oh, you’ve misunderstood,” she said, turning to face me. She began to walk backwards, putting all of her weight on the balls of her feet. “These are to be hidden in Peggy’s room without her knowledge, and then I’m going to leave an anonymous tip to our dad.” She turned around, walking normally again.

“You evil genius,” I muttered under my breath, and followed her. She grabbed a basket from a stack at the end of an aisle contains nothing but breakfast cereals, and held it out towards me. I took it, and she dumped everything– the balloons, condoms, flour, rubber bands, and the matches– into the basket.

“So, how do all of these things come into play?”

“They come into play in the sense that we use all of them in the Elizabeth Schuyler revenge plot,” she answered, turning into the craft aisle and tossing a plastic bottle of silver glitter in my direction. I caught it, setting it down in the basket just as she tossed a second bottle of gold glitter.

“The one thing Peggy hates more than a mess, is glitter being a part of that mess,” she announced, walking out of the aisle and looking up at the plastic signs with the contents of each area listed on them. She stopped at one that said paint, and walked in the direction of the arrow next to it.

She finally stopped in front of a wall of spray paints in various colours. We walked through them, until she grabbed one, seemingly satisfied. “That’s the closest match to my prom dress,” she explained, without me having to ask.

We got the rest of the items from her list, and she awkwardly stared down the cashier as he was scanning our items. He stared suspiciously at the condoms, no doubt wondering why two girls that had described themselves as gay would be buying condoms, but he closed his mouth and said nothing.

“It is,” Eliza stopped, looking at the watch on her left wrist before announcing, “11:42. We can do this.” We jumped into the car, setting the three bags in the back.

“Where to now?” I asked, looking at Eliza.

“Now, we go to Angelica’s apartment,” she said. “Baaaasically, this is going to be the best night of your life.”


“Oh, I was not expecting that,” Eliza said, rolling her eyes. “That’s Alexander’s car. Outside of Angelica’s building.”

“What does that- ohh.“

“Not a good day to be Alexander,” Eliza muttered. “Park behind the building, we can walk.” She reached into the back, grabbing the itching powder and the spray paint.

“I will do the dirty work, and you will keep watch. I’ll call Angelica before we enter her apartment, Alexander will run off, believe me.” Eliza pushed open the door to the car, motioning for me to follow. She walked to Alexander’s car, opening the door. “Idiot doesn’t even know that his car doors won’t lock if the keys are still inside of it.” She grabbed the keys, and slammed the door shut, locking it. She pocketed the keys, and started towards Angelica’s building.

“Wait, won’t Angelica still be in her room?” I asked, catching up with Eliza.

“Nope,” she answered, opening the door to Angelica’s apartment building. “Angelica is the only person I know that takes a shower after sex, no matter if the guy runs off or not.” She walked up the stairs, stopping at the end of Angelica’s hall.

She pulled her phone out of her back pocket, and dialed Angelica’s number. It rang for a bit, before Angelica answered. “Hi, ‘Liza.”

“Hello,” Eliza said, false cheer in her voice. “How’s Alexander?”

Angelica was silent a bit, before saying, “I… don’t know. I haven’t seen him in a while.” She was clearly lying, and Eliza rolled her eyes. As if on cue, Alexander rushed out of Angelica’s apartment, in only underwear, his clothes balled up in his hands. He caught sight of Eliza, and she came forward.

“Gotta go, Angelica.” She hung up on her sister, and grabbed Alexander’s clothes from his hands. She looked to her side, noticing the trash chute. She dumped the clothes into it, shutting it with a metallic clang.

Alexanders eyes widened, and he pointed between Eliza and the trash chute. “Did you just throw my fucking clothes in there?!”

“Absolutely, and you best believe this was a dream,” Eliza said, and he walked away, flipping her the bird. Once he was out of sight, I approached Eliza.

“I think I even believe that was a dream,” I said, and Eliza half-smiled before walking into Angelica’s apartment. The shower was running, and Eliza put a finger to her lips, and raised her eyebrows.

“You keep watch, I’ll go and fix problem un.” She walked into Angelica’s room, and I stood outside the door, watching as she sprinkled the itching powder into Angelica’s clothes. Finally, she took the spray paint out of her pocket, shaking it. The ball inside of the can clicked against the metal three times, before she uncapped it. In one precise, fluid motion, she spray painted a light blue lowercase e onto the wall above Angelica’s dresser.

She recapped the spray paint, and came out of the room, closing the door. “Let’s go, before-”

“Eliza?” Eliza’s eyes widened fractionally, and she turned towards her sister. Angelica was wearing a tank top and wonder woman underwear, her wet curls pulled back behind her head.

Their eyes met, and in that moment I saw years worth of a sisterhood stretch out– I could see Angelica and Eliza, dandelions woven into their hair, despite their obligatory status as weeds. I could see Angelica bandaging Eliza’s knee after she had scraped it on their driveway. I could hear Eliza’s shouts after Angelica had fallen out of a tree they had been climbing, and I could see her running for their dad after jumping out of the tree when Angelica hadn’t gotten back up. I could see them leaving their house together for prom– and as I watched them now, Angelica’s mouth formed an inaudible word and I couldn’t read lips.

Eliza tore her gaze away from Angelica before grabbing my hand and pulling me out of the apartment.

Angelica didn’t even try to come after us.


“Next,” she said, after slamming the door to the passenger side of the car shut. “We go to Alexander’s. It’s an apartment, down in Washington heights.”

“I know where he lives,” I said, and Eliza furrowed her brow.

“How?”

“I went to a party there, once. Never went back.”

“Oh,” she said, and was silent for a moment. “Was this party in November?”

“Yeah, why?”

“That’s the first time Angelica slept with him,” Eliza said, kicking her feet up on the dashboard and tossing the spray paint end-over-end, catching it every time. I didn’t reply. Instead, I thought.

I thought about the party, about Alexander kissing me, and about the smell of alcohol still on our breaths. And I remember that I remembered Eliza, and I had shoved him away. Thinking I cannot do this to Eliza, I can’t and I ran, escaping out a window because the house was too crowded, and shimming down a tree. I had enough sense to call Sarah, who picked me up and drove me home.

“Maria!” I snapped myself out of my thoughts, and looked to Eliza. “You drove past his building. You sure you know where you’re going?” She asked, a joking tone lining her voice.

“Yeah,” I answered, biting my lip and circling back around to park in front of Alexander’s building. His car wasn’t there, and there was no way he’d made his way back yet. Eliza grabbed the bag contains the nair, and jumped out from the car. I followed after her, and she made her way into the building.

We walked up two flights of stairs, before stopping at Alexander’s door. She pulled a lock pick from her pocket, and in a matter of minutes she had the door opened. “Let’s go.” She walked in, closing the door behind us.

“We need to work fast, in case Alexander gets back.” She tossed me the spray paint. “Get an e on the wall, above the kitchen counter. Make sure it’s lowercase.” I nodded, and she disappeared into one of the room in the hallway.

I walked into the kitchen, and shook the paint quickly. I uncapped it, and leaned over the counter. I sprayed a lowercase e onto the wall with the baby blue spray paint, and looked at it for a moment, before spraying a small, almost indistinguishable lowercase m next to it.

“Ooh, I like it.” Eliza had reappeared behind me. She had her hands on her hips, her head tilted, as if she was appraising the vandalism. “The m is a nice touch. I approve.”

“Let’s get out of here before-” I was cut off by the sound of the front door opening, and I grabbed Eliza’s wrist, pulling her to Alexander’s bedroom.

“Maria, what’re you- oh.” She realized what I was doing just as I threw the window open, and I stuck my upper body out of it, grabbing onto the tree branch and pulling the rest of my body out. Once I was in the tree, making my way down, Eliza followed.

I jumped the last few feet, landing clumsily and almost falling. Eliza, of course, jumped and landed in a way that would make gymnasts jealous.

“For part trois, we go back to my house.”


I pulled back into our neighborhood, parking a block away. Eliza grabbed the balloons, and held them still while I poured glitter and flour into them. She grabbed the condoms, opening the box and taking a few out. She held them up between her fingers. “Gotta make it look like she’s used a few.” And threw them into the backseat.

We walked a block to her house, and she opened the door quietly, leading me up the stairs and into Peggy’s bedroom. Peggy was asleep in her bed, her cropped curls wild, and her face relaxed in sleep.

Eliza grabbed a stepstool by the door, and climbed onto it, tying the balloons onto the fan. She had explained that once the fan was turned on, the balloons would burst, scattering flour and glitter everywhere in Peggy’s room. She dropped the box of condoms into the draw on Peggy’s nightstand, smirking.

Once she was finished, she spray painted an e onto the wall, letting me spray paint a small m next to it.

“I have one more thing to do here.” She walked out of the room, and I followed her into the hallway, but she had disappeared. In a matter of seconds, she had appeared from what had to be the door to her bedroom, a bright yellow folder tucked under her arm.

I followed her out of the house, and to the car. She didn’t say a word until we were back inside it. “Now we go to the old campgrounds.”

“Eliza, that’s almost an hour drive and it’s-” I stopped to look at the time. “It’s almost one in the morning.”

“This is the last thing, after that you won’t have to do anything else for me.” She promised, and I looked at her suspiciously, put turned the car on anyway.


She had fallen asleep in the passenger seat. Her whole body was relaxed, a look on her face that said her emotional safety net had been dropped.

I pulled into the camp grounds, and nudged Eliza on the shoulder gently. She woke up, blinking hard in an attempt to clear the sleepiness from her mind.

“Did I fall asleep?” She asked quietly. “I’m sorry,” she muttered, before I could answer.

“It’s alright. But we’re here, what’s so important about the campgrounds?”

“Right, grab the matches,” she said, pressing the folder to her chest and getting out of the car. I reached into the back, grabbing the matches from the now empty grocery bag.

I followed Eliza, until she stopped. We had arrived at the fire pit, a small circle of rocks and dirt that never grew anything. Eliza had gathered some sticks, and had brought newspaper with her.

“We’re starting a fire, and then we’re going to burn these.” She opened the folder, showing me the papers inside. I realized that these were all love letters, addressed to Eliza, and written in a curly script. “They’re from Alexander. I’m burning them.”

“Woah, Eliza.” I grabbed her wrist, pulling her to face me. “Are you sure you want to burn these?”

“I’ve bought the matches. I brought the folder here, and I made you drive for forty-five minutes so I could burn these in the place he kissed me for the first time when I was fourteen,” she said, her voice growing in pitch and becoming more and more intimidating. “I’m sure.”

That was all the confirmation I needed, and I arranged the newspaper and sticks, lighting a match. I lit the newspaper, and it started to burn, the fire eating away at the words until they were nothing but black char.

Eliza grabbed two papers from the folder, tossing them onto the flames. As those burned, she grabbed a couple more and those joined the first in the flames. Soon enough, she had emptied the folder, and I watched the flames as they lapped at the pages. She threw the folder on top of them, before taking a deep, rattling breath.

She began crying quietly, and I wrapped my arms around her, holding her against me as she cried. We stood there for what felt like an infinite amount my time, the flames dancing in front of us, and my fingers combing through her hair in what I hoped was a calming fashion.

After a few minutes, she pulled away, wiping her cheeks off. “I’m sorry, I’m okay now.”

“Don’t be sorry,” I whispered. “And I believe you.”

“Thank you,” she pulled me into a hug, squeezing her arms around my waist. “I had fun.”

“So did I.” She pulled away from the hug, staring me in the face. I could see a light sprinkling of freckles across her nose and on her cheekbones, and she leaned up, pressing another kiss to my cheek. This time, however, it wasn’t to get a creepy cashier off our backs.

“We need to get going, it’s 1:47.” Eliza said, and rushed off. The fire had burned out, with only a few scraps of paper left. The only legible one read Eliza’s name in a curling script. I followed Eliza, knowing now that she had precisely nothing left to lose.


“This was an amazing night, Eliza.” It was 2:57 in the morning, and I had never felt this awake. “Truly.”

“I wouldn’t have chosen anyone else to go on a midnight escapade with,” Eliza said, handing me the spray paint. “Truly.”

She pulled me in for another hug, and whispered in my ear. “I. Am. Going. To. Miss. You.”

“You’ll see me tomorrow.” I couldn’t see her face, but if I could have, I would’ve known she had grimaced, biting her lip.

“That’s true,” she finally said, and pulled away.

“Goodnight, Eliza.”

“Goodbye, Maria.” She turned on her heel, jogging back to her house and climbed up the tree The would allow her to walk on the roof and into the window.

I waved at her one final time, before walking into my house and sneaking back into the room. I peeled off my jeans, pulling on a pair of sweatpants and falling into bed, hoping that I would wake up tomorrow and none of this would have been a dream.


School was normal, achingly so. I saw Eliza nowhere– she didn’t eat lunch with us, didn’t pass me in the hallway– it was like she disappeared entirely.

Once I arrived home, I knew immediately that something was wrong. A fancy silver car was parked in our driveway, a car that screamed official business.

“Mom, I’m home,” I called out, and she replied from the dining room. My mother was sitting at the table next to my father. Eliza’s dad sat across from them, his hands folded together on the table. A man I didn’t know stood behind Eliza’s dad, with a 5 o’clock shadow and wearing a tailored suit.

“What’s going on?” I asked, setting my bag down.

“It seems,” my mother began. “That Eliza has gone missing.”

And suddenly, it all made sense. The spray painting, the revenge, the burning of the letters, and the somersaulting into my room at 10:04 at night wearing a hoodie. The simple fact that Eliza had said Goodbye, Maria instead of Goodnight, Maria. suddenly even made sense, and I know one thing to be true.

Eliza wouldn’t be found until she wanted to be.

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3.9.2017 //

I’m finally able to have some down time to get organized again. I got a new notebook (leuchtterm 1917 in army green which I ~love~ so much more than my milestone tbh) and I’m starting fresh.

Very behind on school work. Super. De. Duper. Behind. 20/10 do not recommend 12 hour days for a month straight at work while being a full time student. Don’t do it. For real. But, hopefully I’ll be well on my way to back on track by this weekend.

I’ll also be using my studygram a whole lot more // kaelinstudies