i get bored with one person i just

shopping for household essentials

lance: what? what’s wrong?

keith: it’s just… adults are boring.

keith: and i don’t wanna buy all this boring adult stuff and become boring adults ;l

lance: hey, listen to me.

lance: yes, we’re gonna buy a dish rack, and shower curtains, and a cutting board.

lance: but if you think for one second i’m not also gonna get that marshmallow shooter, so that i can shoot you in the face when you’re asleep?

lance, fondly: then you’re the dumbest person i know <3

keith:

keith:

keith:

keith: you’re gonna make me cry

Let’s start it off with the one and only, the canon pairing of a sad sk8er boi and his tiny baker: Jack Zimmerman/Eric “Bitty” Bittle!

Ice Crew Please!

THE FIC THAT CHANGED E V E R Y T H I N G u don’t even KNOW oh my god

u read this and u r like: “ice crew au…?? wut” but U GUYS. READ IT.

I AM. BEGGING U. its so fucking funny but also so fucking meaningful and abt CREATING A Fa mILY !!!! and LoVe!!!! and frieNDShIP!!!

p.s i don’t want to spoil it but if u read it message me and ill talk to u abt the part that made me cry like actual tears bc thank god for friendships and acknowledging that shit is hard

the messes of men

this was… in it’s own way.. a hard fic to read (which makes it the best fic to read! pain! i love it! help me!) it’s very very very beautifully written and i hold it very close to my heart….how it portrays jack by himself and how hard it must’ve been…it also manages to weave in how mental illness plays its own role, even once you get together with the person you’re pretty sure is it for you. somewhat painful but cathartic and achingly tender.

until it got the best of you

umm bitty has a big dick. that’s it.

BUT then there’s feelings! and angst! and misunderstanding! (the best type too! u know when one is like so crazily in love with the other and thinks its shockingly obvious but surprise, it’s not!) it’s just fantastic!

i never saw the signs

imagine a world where jack jumping over the snowbank, bringing bitty coffee, going on long walks classifies (in jack’s mind) as dating. so when bitty gets asked out, jack cannot believe the b e t r ay a l! we’re dating bitty! just read this and be happy :)

left the city, my family, my precinct

oh my goodness this fic.

jack accidentally sends bittle a dick pick.

:0  ;)  <3 ___ <3 = summary of the fic

mixing it up

this is just….so cute?!??!?! and funny?!??! and 1!!!!!

bitty is contestant at a baking tournament for the falconers where jack and tater are the judges. at least, thats where it starts off.

tater is fucking hILARIOUS this fic in general made me laugh a lot.

strawberry

if u about that dom/sub life well…….just know that eric pins jacks hands to the bed and there’s v intense blushing that boi turns red like a tomato and i live 4 it.

eric is a tad too southern for me but it’s the only thing this fic doesn’t do perfectly :))))

something like this

considering how popular this fic is it actually sat open in a tab for a looong loooooong time just bc…well… it’s 285,748 words. im an all or nothing girl as in i once read the entire maze runner trilogy in one night so i had to find the right time

first of all: angst. second of all: angst. third of all: ….. u guessed it… angst. BUT don’t worry, for every drop of angst there’s a metro-fucking-ton of smut and sweetness :)))) ;))) what this fic does brilliantly is create an OMC that is at the forefront of the story and do it seamlessly. this is a pretty iconic fic and tbh im definitely not one for fics longer than 100k but this was a fuckin’ beaut man

rake the springtime across your sheets

oh god this was P A I N F U L but in a very beautiful way??? (that’s how u know the writing was siCK) ambiguously happy ending but tbh in the end this fic is really just abt the unspoken quiet truth of being in love, of loving, of being human just lke Fffffffuck me up

Phone, Please!

listen. i’m not a fluff person. idk i get bored. BUT. BUUUUUT. BUT. this fic.

AMAZING. this fic is all about the details and the little moments that make Bitty and Jack  ~*BittyandJack*~

Bonus favorite line: “Thank god there are pancakes to serve. Pancakes are also very nice, and something he can actually have.”

Winter Clothes

Chowder POV so this is both hiLARIOUS and surprisingly touching. Jack and Bitty help Chowder buy clothes for New England winter. As a person living in New England, I approve this message.

WIPS: *Hate That I Love You plays in the background*

medic, please!

so if u ever played world of warcraft u r gonna love it and if you’ve never played world of warcraft u r gonna love it

this fic is just SO CREATIVE?!?!! like the format of it is B O M B. its just. so good. oh ym god.

(also the name is “medic please!” get it? cuz eric’s a medic in the game.? and check..PLEASE! ugh I’m a nerd 4 this pic

Fainting Psychics and Pessimistic Demonologists

ghostbusters au except not bc copyright

at first i was like…ghost hunters au?? rlly? but now I’m like GHOST HUNTERS AU? B R I L L I A N T.

characters are on point, its funny (an actual line of the fic “Jack sat down at his computer, pulled open a tab, and googled “How to encourage a teammate”. lmao what a mess)

but also theres some mystery and intrigue and suspense and in general this is a Good.

baking is punk as fuck

this is another AU that i was like…punk band u ….rlly? but then i was like PUNK BAND AU FUCK YEAH im a sucker for asshole Jack. i’m not even into punk?? but im into this fic U ___ U

This Don’t Even Feel Like Falling

filed under “praise kink mmmm”

honestly? porn..? “Bitty is the one to tie Jack’s hands for Hazeapalooza; afterward, he ties Jack’s hands for their own private enjoyment. “ like?? I’m not sorry.

but also not established relationship more like fwb but u know and i know and ngozi knows that ain’t the game we’re playing here

around the green and blue

not usually a big fan of soulmate aus but what i love about this fic is the pacing and even tho soulmate aus where seeing your soulmate = seeing color for the first time isn’t totally new this felt super fresh and original!

shine for you

aw MAN this gave me the feeeeeels. established relationship but jack is not out, it’s a bit angsty but the jack perspective is just so gooood

EXTRA: It all started with a big Russian hockey player calling a small cat-loving hockey player a rat. You either h8 it or u luv it. In my case, I Love it, capital L, so enjoy: Alexei “Tater” Mashkov/Kent Parson

careful the tale you tell

Kent has been telling himself a story, ever since the Q. It’s the epic story of Parse and Zimms, and he’s in love with it. // this fic is specifically meant for patater newbies and this fic does an amazing job of showing why kent and alexei just make sense. its honestly a Blessing.

kick on the starter

lmao im gonna be 90 years old and still reccing Febricant’s fics…for real when i saw they wrote patater i was like…no..im dreaMing…or im dead? is . is heaven?? rlly unique approach to how she gets them together and gr8 build up :)))) Bless Febricant

i need to wake up, i need me some love…

honestly? shameless fluff. established relationship (they’re ENGAGED FOR GOD’S SAKE) short but Good

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Hello fellow studyblrs!

I’m Kim and I have been a part of the studyblr and bullet journalling for more than a year already. However, despite messing around from month to month and week to week, I still find myself not knowing what my personal style is. I usually browse through a lot of other people’s work and absorb them into one single piece. I’m also someone who can’t stick to just one theme per month like how other people do it because whatever I do is always spontaneous and I think I might get bored with having a similar theme throughout. However, I really love the aesthetic of those who are able to do it. Here are some of my work.

What do you guys think?

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okay y’all have seen me gripe about this a lot but i still just wanna bring this back up again bc this always bugged me.

i know i said earlier that i didnt mind the gems not having more alien-like features but…

seeing the scrapped designs make me wish we had something more interesting. like you know those character concepts for disney films where the character looks really dynamic and interesting but then its scrapped to make an incredibly boring and cookie-cutter design? thats how it feels for SU.

before y’all say anything, im not calling the finished designs bad. they’re perfectly passable (and i adore bismuth’s design). i do have some issues with lapis since she’s a terraformer but she’s small and skinny (i’ve already explained that in depth in an earlier post).

i wish su would push their designs further and made more risks bc im getting a little bored of only getting to see cool designs in fusions (which have become a rarity now). like the only non-fusion character with an unnatural attribute is sapphire with having only one eye. I know jasper’s old concept design looks a little silly but i love the odd geometric shapes to her. it has a bit of personality to it and pushes the “big strong brute” attribute harder than her design thats just a buff lady with orange skin. or bismuth’s odd robotic body like her wrists, eyes and waist. Or lapis where her features aren’t alien-like but she has crazier hair and a more interesting facial design with 0 eyebrows and groved in eyeballs (with these weird black lines surrounding it i love it).

i dont know why the character designers  don’t want to be more creative with their approaches. are they afraid they’re gonna get hate for it? i mean people weren’t crazy about YD’s design when she was introduced, but everyone got over it and the designers brushed it off.

 and before y’all say “oh but it’ll be harder on the animators because there’s more detail” i want to remind you they’ve been managing fine animating characters like sugilite who has a more cluttered design

and sardonyx who frequently uses hand gestures despite having 4 arms

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>Observer_  (Bloober Team  2017)

On August 15th, the developers behind Layers of Fear will release their new game, >Observer_. Set in a dystopian cyberpunk world, you play as Dan Lazarski, a neural detective known as an Observer. With your augmentations, you can hack into peoples minds to solve crimes all while reliving some of their biggest fears and nightmares. One rainy night you get a call from your estranged son, seemingly in danger and asking for help. Once you trace that call to a decrepit apartment complex in the slums of Krakow, your investigation begins.

This game hit me just like Soma did. I wasn’t sure what to expect at first, but the environment immediately grabbed my attention and before long, i was immersed completely in the world and its characters. With a mix of Blade Runner, Midgar from Final Fantasy 7, the movie Brazil and the developers own unique touch, the gritty look, feel and atmosphere of Observer are pretty much perfect. We’re talking Rapture/Arkham Asylum/Tallon IV (Metroid Prime), level of detail and quality here. While most of the game takes place in and around a single apartment complex, its size and labyrinth like layout are deceiving. I was often reminded of how Stanley Kubrick purposely built the hotel in The Shining to be confusing and off-putting. You constantly feel a sense of unease at the multitude of tight hallways with rooms that are so close, or at such odd places, they couldn’t possibly fit inside the building. While the observing (hacking minds) parts are interesting, thrilling and a nice change of pace, the true star of the show in my opinion is the incredibly realized “real world” aspect of the game. Whether you’re going door to door learning about the residents, or finding rooms that are open/unlockable and searching them for clues, or simply just exploring this steamy, crumbling, wire-strewn slum, each aspect is immensely enjoyable and rewarding.

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other tips for new cat owners / people who may get cats soon:

no, getting a grown cat won’t be boring / less cute! they’ll become just as attached to you as a kitten. get a cat that speaks to you (literally or figuratively, maybe you want a cat that’s chatty). older cats will be so appreciative to have a home. 
people get rid of their cats for all kinds of unfair reasons. just the ones i’ve seen on the craigslist listings in the last 5 minutes: “i am just more of a dog person (7mo old kitten)”, “we hoped she would get over her kittenish behavior, she has not (2yr old cat)”, “i need to get rid of my cat before my baby is born (3yr old cat)”.
you can totally pick up a beautiful, loving, grown up kitty who will be needing some comfort after getting dumped. just look at this girl.

(taken off craigslist) she would be more than happy to live her cat life with you. is she not cute? she is. she is cute. so, ultimately, adopt whatever cat you like, but don’t rule out older cats!

nextly: no no, do NOT declaw your cat. DON’T DO IT. I’M TELLIN YA.
it’s a deeply painful procedure, actually removing the entire first knuckle, not JUST the nail. it causes long-term and potentially permanent pain in the cat, and can lead to nasty infections, behavioral problems, and helplessness if they ever find themselves outside and in need of protection or climbing abilities.
“but i don’t want my cat to scratch me / my kid / my furniture!” okay, i feel you, but there are other, cheaper, less inhumane options. my favorite of which are claw caps.

you gently press on your cat’s foot (to unsheath their claws), and place the soft cap onto their claw using the glue that’s included in any soft paw kit you get. it might take some getting used to on the cat’s part, but it should under no circumstances be painful, and when the kitty’s claws grow, the cap just kinda falls off, and you’ll put another one on.
you can also file or clip their nails down! if you’re too nervous or clumsy to do it, your vet will usually do it for a small fee, or a groomer can take care of it. Personally, I just let my cats’ claws hang out and accept the pokes when they knead on me, since i don’t have any little babies or expensive upholstery in my home. 

No, cats ain’t “low maintenance”. This is a living, social creature, not a chiapet. Especially if you’re raising them from kittenhood, they need a lot of attention and resources. cuddles, playtime, training, health care, feeding, cleaning up their facilities. you get a pet to interact with, not to buy and leave it be! a cat that you don’t socialize is going to be very moody and sad. get a pet if you plan to invest the time and energy they need- if not, maybe we can come back to that cactus idea? 

Cats need meat. I repeat, cats cannot survive without meat. Dogs need meat too- but cats are incapable of creating taurine in their own, and where do you find taurine? meat! hallelujah!! 
Feeding cats a vegan or vegetarian diet is a slow form of starvation and animal abuse. If you’re not comfortable feeding an animal meat, please do not adopt a carnivore. There are plenty of vegetarian mammals that you would be much better suited owning, but do not abuse your cats just because of your own feelings about protein. 
Without enough taurine in a cat’s diet, severe health problems will follow, like blindness, weak and decaying teeth, weak heart, and digestive issues. This is terrible. This objectively sucks. So pretty please give your cat a proper diet!

It’s way way safer to have an indoor cat. I don’t need you to tell me that you want your cat to be with you for many years, ‘cause I already know you do. Outdoor cats are exposed to wild animals, animal abusers, poisonous substances, cars, harsh weather, kidnapping, and diseases. Cats like rolling around in grass and grabbing birds from trees, and that’s great, but having an outdoor cat makes for a steep decrease in their estimated lifespan. The average lifespan of an indoor cat is 16.8 years, whereas outdoor cats average out to a hard-hitting 5.6. Ouch. 
So it’s definitely safer to keep a cat indoors! If you’re adopting a young kitten, it won’t be hard, since they won’t be expecting outdoor time already. If you’re still really into that whole grass idea, you should totally grow some indoor grass for your cat to chill in. 

good.

that’s everything i can think of for the moment, but please don’t be afraid to do your own research on animal care. there are tons of resources out there, and if you have a good vet, they’ll answer any questions you have! 

thank you for readin’ about cat care. as a reward, i’m adding a picture of toby as a baby. enjoy.

50 random questions
  • 1: What color pen do you do usually write with?
  • 2: Last three youtube videos?
  • 3: What subjects does your favorite teacher teach? Is it the same as your favorite subject?
  • 4: How many pillows do you sleep with?
  • 5: Favorite warm beverage?
  • 6: What was the first poster in your room for?
  • 7: What creeps you out the most?
  • 8: How many scarves do you own?
  • 9: Favorite piece of jewellery?
  • 10: How long do you toast your bread for?
  • 11: You’re going to have a party, and anyone you invite is guaranteed to come. Who are the first 5 on your guest list?
  • 12: Earliest memory?
  • 13: What is the oldest piece of clothing that you own?
  • 14: What was your childhood stuffed animal?
  • 15: Childhood dream job?
  • 16: What is a recent dream that you remember?
  • 17: Do you often wake up in the middle of sleeping?
  • 18: What was the best gift you ever received?
  • 19: What was the best gift you ever gave?
  • 20: What languages would you like to learn?
  • 21: Pastel or neon?
  • 22: Favorite element?
  • 23: Did you/do you believe in fairies?
  • 24: What does your name mean?
  • 25: Does anyone hold your heart right now?
  • 26: Biggest surprise of the last month?
  • 27: What was your first ship?
  • 28: Favourite thing to bake/cook?
  • 29: How long does it take for you to trust someone?
  • 30: What was the last bad idea that you followed through with?
  • 31: First five things you do once you get out of bed in the morning, GO!
  • 32: Thoughts on dystopian novels/films?
  • 33: Thoughts on romance?
  • 34: How do you want to die?
  • 35: Top two things on your bucket list?
  • 36: What song do you get ready to?
  • 37: Heels, sneakers, or boots?
  • 38: You now have 500 dollars. What do you do with it?
  • 39: Favorite lyric?
  • 40: Earliest childhood memory?
  • 41: Who do you wish you could live with?
  • 42: How do you balance work (school etc) and personal enjoyment?
  • 43: Which teacher inspired you the most in high school?
  • 44: Where do you see yourself in 5 years time?
  • 45: Think of one person you like. Now describe them in one sentence.
  • 46: Think of one person you don't like. Describe them in a sentence.
  • 47: Showers or baths?
  • 48: What do you do when you get hiccups?
  • 49: Extrovert or introvert?
  • 50: Do you like caffeine?
  • Patton: What? What's wrong?
  • Thomas: It's just... adults are boring.
  • Thomas: And I don’t wanna buy all this boring adult stuff and become boring adults.
  • Patton: Hey, listen to me.
  • Patton: Yes, we’re gonna buy a dish rack, and shower curtains, and a cutting board.
  • Patton: But if you think for one second I’m not also gonna get that marshmallow shooter, so that I can shoot you in the face when you’re asleep?
  • Patton: Then you’re the dumbest person I know.
  • Thomas: You’re gonna make me cry...
Describing Siblings

Anonymous asked: “Do you have any tips for writing about the main characters siblings? My main character has 7 brothers, which contributes to her strong family ties. However I’m struggling to describe their personalities. I don’t want to I don’t want to under-develop their personalities but I don’t want to bore the reader or waste too much time on them, especially because only 2 of her brother’s have major roles in the story.”

I love this question. I spend so much time thinking about this just in my own life. Most families I know only really have four siblings, but really when there’s four or more, you have to get creative with descriptions. 

Siblings, just by their nature, will know how each of them is different from the other - you get a lot of “the smart one,” “the pretty one,”  “the funny one.” This is a much bigger thing I think in large families. In some, you might have easy stereotypes to set them apart from each other - “the artist,” “the brain,” “the social butterfly,” and “the athlete.”  

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anonymous asked:

Hi so... I'm a 9th grader and I'm an artist as well. Whenever I'm bored, I draw stuff like scarecrows, monsters and dragons. Then one day, my teacher saw me draw and she asked me that offends me SO MUCH! She said, "You always draw scary stuff everytime. Do you have depression?" Calling me a depressed person just for a creepy art is getting on my nerves. Thar's why I never show my art to everyone. It's not the first time people ask me if I was depressed but.. what shall I do with this situation?

Interest varies with each individual. 
Art is displayed in different forms.

When I was in 5th grade, I use to like creative writing but one day I had a teacher took my paper/story away and stuck it on the board and asked everyone to laugh at me.

I understand..its hurtful and it scarred me. But it should not stop your creativity and talents. It took me long enough to regain the courage to display my art/interest in writing again. You can’t let these “people” affect you that way. They are just briefly there in your life and soon they will get out of it. 

It is YOU, YOURSELF that matters and YOU can do what YOU love :)

so i made this post because even the laziest people in existence still have to study ha ha these are just some things i’ve been doing for my revision!

1. you don’t need to rewrite notes to memorise them

i know tons of people say that rewriting notes is a form of memory retention but honestly!!! i don’t have the energy/patience for that ha! for me, the best method to memorise things (especially content-heavy chapters/subjects) would be to record yourself talking. i don’t think this is especially catered to auditory learners, because i know for a fact that i’m not an auditory learner but this still works especially well for me so!!

 i usually open up the voice recorder app and talk as if i’m teaching someone! i’d recommend you use a guidebook as reference and not the actual textbooks. guidebooks are more vague, so when you’re speaking about a particular point, you can sort of expand on the point given in the guidebook from your knowledge of the subject! this really helps for revision because you’re basically forced to remember things. you don’t necessarily need to replay your recordings. to me, the “recording” bit of this method is psychological, it makes me feel like i’m actually memorising and not just talking to myself haha.

this recording method is honestly one of the most helpful things i’ve ever started doing and i can do a more in-depth post on it if anyone asks haha

2. use different highlighters for different sections

i know literally everyone has been told this tip in their lifetime but honestly!!! it’s EXTREMELY helpful, especially if you want to do timelines for history! use different colours for things like dates, people, treaties, etc! 
okay but one thing about this tip that’s sort of different from others is that when you highlight dates, highlight the entire event and not just the date! so for example, instead of highlighting “28 June 1919″, highlight “The Treaty of Versailles was signed on 28 June 1919.” that way, you know the WHOLE event and the date and you’ll be more likely to remember both! 

i learnt this the hard way - i used to highlight dates by themselves (maybe i was just totally dumb) and i could NEVER remember what happened on the dates lmao 

3. the internet is there for you

it’s a bad habit of mine, but being a very last-minute person, i ALWAYS have doubts even the night before exams. since it’s too late to actually contact anyone, i usually have to rely on the internet. the internet has a myriad of wonderful wonderful resources that are so incredibly useful! 

some youtube channels that have helped me are khanacademy (literally anything), mathbff (math), keith hughes (history), j brierly (literature) 

i also recommend watching documentaries (for history/social studies) because even though it’s a more in-depth version of what you have to learn, it’ll help you understand everything better + make your essay stand out :) 

4. find a suitable study space

a good study space is probably the first thing you should ensure if you want to get anything done at all. i usually never study at home, simply because i’m always distracted by trivial things such as “i’m hungry, i’m gonna get food” or “i’m so tired i’m going to sleep for five minutes”. 

when i started studying outside (usually at starbucks/the library), my productivity level increased so much it blew my mind a little. even though it’s a bit troublesome because you may not be completely sure what materials to bring, you’ll still get a lot done trust me on this lmao

5. always, always plan what you want to do

i find it really taxing to plan out my entire day down to the hour, so i usually just set a certain number of things i want to complete for that day, and just let things naturally flow from there.

for example, i write the things i want to do on my calendar (finish a set of math papers, read a chapter of lit, etc.) and then i just get everything done on that day w/o planning the exact time i’m going to do it! it makes things less stressful in my opinion :)

i’ve tried planning things by hour but it usually never works out so i just stopped doing it and honestly it’s not necessary! what’s important about planning is just knowing what you need to do and then getting it done. 

6. handwrite your notes whenever you can

writing your notes by hand triggers your memory more effectively than typing them out. even though i’m tempted to type out notes since i’m the laziest person in existence, i still try (most of the time) to write notes because at the end of the day, you’ll be more proud of your handwritten notes than your boring typed out ones :)

7. study with people who usually do well

this is a rather…shady….method of learning but honestly!!! when you know how the top students function, you can learn from them as well! 

i’ve discovered that top students usually perform so well because they review their content regularly, unlike people like me who wait three days before the exam to start cramming everything into my brain.

keep some pictures of your notes or some flashcards with you, so that when you have pockets of time (eg. waiting for a friend, waiting for the bus, etc), you can whip them out and start reviewing :) 

these people also act as tutors, so you can clarify your doubts with them and it’ll be less awkward as compared to asking an actual teacher. i know i prefer asking classmates than teachers hahaha.


OKAY i hope this helped :-) please also reblog/like this if you’re a studyblr, i’m new to the community and i wanna follow more people!! 

Alec and his 'biphobia'

I’m writing this essay because I’ve seen countless amounts of people (whether they’ve read the books or not) accuse Alec of being biphobic in City of Fallen Angels. I say City of Fallen Angels because there are no other incidents in these books that could be confused with biphobia. 

While I was reading through this particular passage myself, I found Alec to be rude and crass—not unusual for an 18 year old—but I didn’t really understand why people accused him of being a biphobe. I was reading this book over and over to try and gain some insight into this fact, and it hit me why I found this so weird, because 

a) I don’t think Magnus would stay with someone that despises bisexual people, regardless of how much he loves Alec, and 

b) the supposed biphobia comes out of nowhere, the disappears into nowhere.* 

But I still didn’t understand why Alec would say these particular things, when it clicked. 

Before you all riot and accuse me of being biphobic myself—an impossible feat, I assure you—or just making excuses for Alec, I just want to lay out the scene before I get into the analysis. 

Magnus and Alec have been away for a 7 week romantic vacation for half the book, so we don’t really know what went on or what happened between them in this space of time.** According to the book itself, they have just come from Vienna and an opera that they were supposed to see together, when Magnus gets a text message/fire message/call or whatever from the Institute or Conclave, that Camille, a rouge vampire, has been captured and is being held in the Sanctuary, and will only speak to Magnus. We don’t know whether he knows then that she’ll only speak to him, or he finds out later on, when Mayrse explains it to him. Regardless, he knows that Camille is being held in the Institute, and whisks back home with Alec immediately. Magnus, of course, knows who Camille is, and understands why she won’t talk to anyone else. Alec, on the other hand, doesn’t know who this random vampire is until Magnus says it himself, all the way back in the Sanctuary. To Alec, it seems as if Magnus has cut short their vacation together to interrogate a random vampire.

 (A quick note before I start explaining everything—I’m not going against Magnus in any way, I’m just trying to explain what this must have looked like on Alec’s behalf.

Before Magnus and Alec started dating openly, they most likely didn’t talk about anything to do with Magnus’s past, merely because they didn’t have to time on their short dates, or because Magnus narrowly avoided the topic, and Alec, who hasn’t dated anyone before and doesn’t know how it works, is none the wiser. However, on their 7 week vacation, in which they spend every moment with each other, Magnus can’t really avoid talking about his past sneakily, and Alec is bound to have noticed something off about this, but probably doesn’t comment, because a) we know he bottles things up— as seen in CoLS—and b) he probably doesn’t want to fight during their vacation. Also, in Alec’s own words, (CoLS), Magnus is good at changing topics and avoiding them. Alec most likely has frustration mounting with Magnus, as he won’t tell Alec anything about himself, but of course, like Alec always does, he keeps this all corked up until the bottle explodes. 

I’m not condoning these actions, and Alec and Magnus should have both definitely talked about their problems together, but they don’t. And that’s the whole point of the next book, and the break up. Their relationship is meant to have problems. That’s the plot line of the second half of TMI. The whole point of this is that they talk everything over with each other, and become more trusting of one another, and become a healthy couple again.

Back to my original point, Alec doesn’t know why Magnus has cut their vacation short, as he says himself—“I really don’t see what any of this has to do with us,” Alec said. “So you caught a vampire who was up to something nasty. Aren’t they always?”—so when he finds out that Magnus has cut their time together short because of his ex-girlfriend and wanting to talk to her, he’s understandably upset, after all the avoiding of this topic. Also, before the rest find out what Camille has to do with Magnus, a ‘sort of energy crackles in between them’ when they first make direct eye contact—which everyone in the room notices—and Magnus gives a ‘wistful smile’ towards Camille, which also doesn’t go unnoticed by anyone. Magnus then reveals that Camille was his girlfriend, blah blah blah, and everyone is astonished, including Alec. 

Magnus then says ’I’ve been alive for hundreds of years. I’ve been with men, been with women—with faeries and with vampires, even a djinn or two.” Judging by the way Alec reacts, this is probably the most he’s heard about Magnus’s past relationships—and it’s in a public setting, with Magnus’s ex, Simon, and Alec’s mother, who looks ’mildly horrified’ after Magnus says this. Not very good for the bottle (the metaphor for Alec’s feelings). 

 Magnus and Alec then have a conversation about this, which again, is probably the most Alec has heard of this topic, and wants answers desperately.

 “How many other people?” Alec asked. “Roughly.” 


Magnus shook his head. “I can’t count, and it doesn’t matter. The only thing that matters is how I feel about you.”


“More than a hundred?” Alec asked. Magnus looked blank. “Two hundred?”


“I can’t believe we’re having this conversation now,” Magnus said to no one in particular. 

Simon was inclined to agree, and wished they weren’t having it in front of him. 
“Why so many?” Alec’s blue eyes were very bright in the dimness. Simon couldn’t tell if he was angry. He didn’t sound angry, just very intense, but Alec was a shut-down person, and perhaps this was as angry as he ever got. “Do you get bored with people fast?”


“I live forever,” Magnus said quietly. “But not everyone does.” 
Alec looked as if someone had hit him. “So you just stay with them as long as they live, and then you find someone else?” - City of Fallen Angels. 

 Now, when reading this particular excerpt, it’s very important to remember:


a) Alec is an 18 year old Shadowhunter that has no concept of living forever, and has no insight into the topic of immortality. 


b) Again, this is probably the most Magnus has ever said on the topic of his immortality and his relationships, and he’s only saying it now because the topic can’t be avoided now, as they’re in a room with Magnus’s ex.  

Alec was behaving a little rude and invasive, but that’s kind of the way he is. He’s an canonically honest and blunt character, and hiding things doesn’t really sit well with him at all. We saw how he was when he was hiding his secret from everyone, and to quote Clary Fairchild: 

“[Alec] was a jerk [when I first met him], but he wasn’t a jerk because he was a bad guy. He was a jerk because he was unhappy, and he felt like he had to pretend to be someone he wasn’t”. 

Obviously, secrecy doesn’t sit well with him, so Magnus hiding all these things from him will understandably make him more than a little mad.** 

The scene then changes to Jace and Clary, and then back to Camille and Magnus. While we know—the readers and the people in the conversation that takes place—that Magnus loves Alec for who he is etc etc—Alec doesn’t. We can see the facial expressions written on the page, and the tone of the way things are said. However. Alec has been listening outside the door to this entire conversation, judging by the way he acts afterwards, and things he says afterwards, and listening to Camille has obviously struck a bad chord with him. (Camille is a ‘master of manipulation’, remember?) The way Alec acts at the engagement party is because of a few things in this conversation. I’m going to list some quotes, but hopefully I won’t need to spell out how these words felt to Alec, without hearing the way things are said properly, or seeing either Magnus or Camille’s face. I’m going to bold some sentences that may have affected Alec in a particular way.

“I’ve missed you, Magnus,” she said. 

 “I have heard things about you Magnus, I have heard that you are under the wing of the Shadowhunters these days. I had heard that you have won the love of one of them. That boy you were just talking to, I imagine. But then your tastes were always diverse.” 

“But we had all of eternity,” she protested. “You must have known I would come back to you—” 

“If you want me to speak for them to you,” Magnus said, “you have to tell me at least some small thing. A show of good faith.” 
She smiled brilliantly. “I knew you would speak to them for me, Magnus. I knew the past was not entirely dead for you.”
“Consider it undead if you like,” Magnus said. 

 “…[she murmured, her eyes half-lidded] Come here, Magnus. Come close to me.” [Magnus stands ‘close enough to touch her’] Remember, Remember London? The parties at de Quincey’s? Remember Will Herondale? I know you do. That boy of yours, that Lightwood. They even look alike.” “Do they?” Magnus said, as if he had never thought about it. 
“Pretty boys have always been your undoing,” she said. “But what can some mortal child give you? Ten years, twenty, before Dissolution begins to claim him. Forty years, fifty, before death takes him. I can give you all of eternity.” 

 (I know Magnus says something that kinda contradicts what she has said about Alec, but it doesn’t matter. Camille, master of manipulation, has planted the seed in Alec’s mind that will grow. — this is also shown in CoLS. And I realise this was murmured, but Alec has clearly heard it, due to what he says later, so he must have activated his listening rune.) 

 “The Institute door opened, and Mayrse stood in the doorway, outlines by the witchlight behind her. Beside her was Alec, his arms crosed over his chest. Magnus wondered if Alec had heard any of the conversation between him and Camille through the door—surely not?”

And also we have to take in the fact that when Mayrse and Alec opened the door, Magnus was sitting very close to Camille, with his hand on her cheek.

So we can sum up this conversation with:


a) Camille and her words have gotten under Alec’s skin
, 

b) He’s now starting to doubt himself and his relationship with Magnus—a factor in his lashing out later on 


c) Magnus still hasn’t explained to Alec any of this clearly, which is making him feel confused about a lot of things. 

 And so we get to the engagement party, where Alec and Magnus fight. This is the part with the supposed biphobic remark. There are no other instances where Alec’s words can be confused with biphobia. Alec is clearly upset, by his body language, “Alec, his arms crossed over his chest, was staring ferociously into the distance.” There’s then a long pause, and Magnus asks Jordan about his Praetor Lupus badge, and talks about someone from his past openly, something that he probably shouldn’t have done, in the state that Alec was in. Alec then asks, “Did you sleep with him too?” In an obviously rude way. 

This isn’t right at all, and Alec shouldn’t have bottled up all his emotions until they exploded like this, but that’s the part of his character that gets developed over time, so he’s not like this anymore. 

 I’m not condoning what Alec has just said at all, I think it was crass and embarrassing, but it wasn’t biphobia. He’s hurt about the whole Camille discussion from earlier, and the fact that Magnus hasn’t told him anything from his past, and everything else, so he makes a rude and hurtful remark. He’s bottled up all these emotions all this time that we’re threatening to spill over, and now they’ve exploded in an ugly way.

 Alec then says—when Magnus reacts—“Well, I don’t know anything about your past, do I? You won’t tell me anything, you just say it doesn’t matter.” A point worth noting for readers.

 Right. Before I get into this bit, I want to make something very clear. I don’t believe Alec was biphobic in the books, and I understand that a few of the things he said here do cross over with biphobic micro-aggressions, but it had nothing to do with the fact that Magnus was bi. It had everything to do with the fact that he knew nothing of Magnus’s romantic past. He makes these remarks with that in mind, not the fact that he hates Magnus because he secretly hates bi people.*** 

 This particular post caught my eye one day, and it really explains my feelings on this matter.

 It reads: “Alec’s actions towards the Magnus/Camille thing never came about from “biphobia”. It came from insecurity which Alec was in the right to have. It has nothing to do with the fact that Magnus was bi, it had to do with the whole fact that Alec knew next to nothing about Magnus’s romantic past. Something that Camille took advantage of and preyed on Alec. Alec made a mistake, but guess what he learned from it, Magnus forgave him and that was that.” 

 Moving onto what Alec actually says: I’ve taken a photograph of the page so you guys don’t accuse me of lying or whatever, and so you can have the full context. 

Read ahead, bearing all what I’ve said above in mind. 

 As I said before, if you take it out of context, it sounds as if Alec is being biphobic. So if you haven’t read the books (i have no idea why you’re blatantly accusing things if you haven’t read them) PLEASE READ THIS! IF YOU TAKE IT OUT OF CONTEXT, IT SOUNDS AS IF ALEC IS BEING BIPHOBIC, BUT HE IS NOT.**** HE’S MAKING A DIG AT THE FACT THAT MAGNUS HAS TOLD HIM NOTHING OF HIS ROMANTIC PAST, AND THAT CAMILLE HAS JUST TURNED UP. 

 He was also making an indirect comment about Camille; “Or there are plenty of pretty girls here[…]” Alec has noticed that Camille is quite beautiful, (insert quote here) and the way she and Magnus were acting before most likely made him feel uncomfortable. 

 A later conversation shows that Alec was lashing out because he felt trivial, and he didn’t like thinking Magnus was ‘only with me because I look like some dead guy you like.’ Obviously the conversation upset him, because of the topic of him and looking like Will and the over-exaggeration that Camille made suggesting that Magnus had a more intimate relationship with Will, (which Magnus doesn’t deny, even at this point, which was a bit of a mistake.) 

 Magnus says here: “And yes, [Will] did look like you, but you’re not anything like him. Jace is much more the way Will was, in personality at least—and my relationship with you is nothing like the one I had with Will.” The only problem here is, Magnus isn’t being specific.**** ’My relationship with you is nothing like the one I had with Will,“ that could mean anything to Alec, who knows nothing about his relationship with Will, other than what Camille implied. It could mean Magnus was together with Will, but he didn’t love him as much as Alec, it could mean that Magnus’s relationship with Will was more significant, Alec doesn’t know. 

They then say this: 

 In which Magnus is still skirting around the subject, and this is obviously playing into Alec’s doubts. They then talk about immortality, which is a master post for another day, but the point is, Alec still hasn’t gotten a straight answer.

It’s mentioned later that Alec is ’still sunk in a gloom about Magnus’ etc etc, and he comes across Camille when he’s separated from Magnus and gone to rescue Simon. 

 Alec is still insecure about what Camille said, so he thinks stuff like; 

The last thing he wanted was to look like a fool in front of Magnus’s ex-girlfriend,“ 

 ”She was very beautiful.” (connecting to my point about the ‘pretty girl’ thing that Alec said to Magnus earlier) 

Alec wondered if she had once looked at Magnus like this.“ 

 And then he asks about Will, ’The words came out abruptly, unexpectedly, and much to his horror’ and Camille plays on his doubts. 

(This leads onto the next book, which I may discuss on another day, but not now.) 

 Then Alec has a discussion with Magnus, later when he’s out of danger. Alec tries to bring the subject up again, and then Magnus finally addresses it, but he says things in a vague way that don’t really help events into the next book, and then they kiss and that’s the end of their input in this book. 

 This leads onto CoLS and the whole immortality thing and whatnot, but the point is that they didn’t really confront their fears, Alec didn’t really mention his doubts and insecurities, Magnus didn’t say anything more about his past, and this is obviously unhealthy, and leads to problems in the next book. But the relationship isn’t supposed to be perfect. It’s meant have problems. The whole point of these two problems in the books was that then Magnus and Alec spend time apart, Magnus realises that he’s fucked up and made the relationship not so good, Alec realises that he fucked up and made the relationship not so good, then they finally talk properly at the end of CoHF and lead a happy, healthy relationship after that, and tell each other everything. 

They learnt. They made mistakes, and learnt from them, and developed their characters and relationship.

 tl;dr, Alec’s a jealous, insecure guy, Alec bottled things up and eventually lashed out, Magnus should’ve reassured him and told him more, Alec wasn’t biphobic.

At least, that’s the impression that I and many others got. If you have a different view, please feel free to tell me! (If it’s backed up by support and quotes from the books you’ve obviously read lol

* This was what really got me thinking. Alec hadn’t shown any problems with Magnus being bi before or after this book, so why would he become suddenly biphobic for a day?

** Of course, we’ll learn so much more about why Magnus didn’t tell Alec and Alec’s suspicions on their vacations in LBW, so I may come back to this later.

*** Like i said before, I think Magnus would have definitely either left Alec before they got very romantically entangled, or at least sat down and talked to him, if Alec was actually biphobic. 

**** Honesty, it makes me really sad to see people hate on the books when 

a) they haven’t read them

b) they take things completely out of context. 

***** Again, I’M NOT HATING ON MAGNUS. I’M TRYING TO GET PEOPLE TO UNDERSTAND WHY ALEC THOUGHT/DID WHAT HE DID, AND TO GET PEOPLE TO SEE THINGS FROM HIS POV. 

PRINCESS DIARIES INSPIRED AUS
  • You are the reigning monarch/heir of my country and I’m your head of security but god you’re an amazing person and also single someone help me
  • My family is making an attempt to have a hostile takeover of the country and you’re part of the ruling family and oh no you’re hot
  • We’ve been dating for almost a year now and your dad’s side of the family is in town and you really don’t want me to meet them even though I’ve met your mom and oh it turns out you’re the heir to a small country what
  • You and I are the only people here under the age of 25 and you just found out that you’re the heir to your country’s throne and it’s your first state dinner and I’ve grown up with this and don’t know anything else and god you’re refreshingly sincere and have no idea what double speak even is and so I try to spend the night trying to make sure you don’t accidentally commit an irreparable faux paus and maybe start World War III and god you’re attractive can I have your number
  • I’ve been your personal assistant since you took the throne and I am more than a little bit in love with you oh no someone help oh wait that’s supposed to be me crap
  • Your country is really misogynistic and won’t let you inherit unless you’re married and you now have an arranged marriage with my older brother and I’m his twin sister who’s supposed to be your chaperone but wow you’re really funny
  • I’m your lady in waiting and I keep making a fool of myself in front of you but I can’t help it I’m lowkey in love with you
  • My family has served as body guards to yours for centuries so we’re childhood friends and we’ve done everything together we even live in the same dorm for college and I’m gonna be assigned to you once we both graduate from college but help I’m more than a little bit in love with you
  • I met you at a ball held in my honor but you just found out you’re royalty and don’t know who I am and you think I’m one of the musicians because one of my majors is music and I sometimes play at these things if I can get away with it and god you treat me like an actual person and I keep running into you at these things and I feel bad because no one’s clued you in yet but I hope they don’t because our countries hate each other and you have really pretty eyes
  • We’re both bored out of our minds at one of these fancy parties our parents made us go to and we spend the time people watching royals and guessing what everyone’s really thinking and god you’re hilarious and I keep running into you at these things and soon I’m willingly going to them the first time I told my parents I wanted to go they made our primary physician make sure I wasn’t sick that’s how much I hate them what have you done to me
  • You’re taking etiquette classes and I’m supposed to be your partner when you need one and god you’re bad at this fine I’ll tutor you but oh no you’re actually a really good person
  • We’re both children of the ruling monarchs of our respective countries and our parents used to be friends and we used to be friends when we were kids but then politics happened and our countries were enemies but we’ve struck a tentative truce a decade later and at the ball in honor of the truce we meet again and wow you got hot
  • We’re in high school and we’ve been dating for the past 2 years and you’re being really weird and sneaking around a lot are you cheating on me oh wait thank god no it turns out you’re having lessons on how to be royalty because that’s a thing now well let’s see how we’re gonna get through this one also your grandparent is terrifying
  • I’m an up and coming artist and you keep showing up to all my exhibits and you always make my day better whenever I see you and you almost always stay late and help me clean up and goddammit you’ve become my muse and I can’t really paint anything but you and one time when you stay after you kiss me and I’m ecstatic because I really like you but the next day I’m shopping for groceries and I see a picture of us kissing on the magazine in the checkout wtf do you mean you’re royalty are you sure bonus we’re the same gender and you’ve never come out before and now have to deal with being an out royal
Illegal (Part 1)- Park Jimin Racer!AU

Originally posted by kpophott


Genre: Fluff/ Comedy/ Angst

Pairing: JiminxReader

Word count: 6.002k

Summary: During your staying in your grandmother’s house you meet Jimin and discover the night life that’s beyond the calm appearence of the town.


“Don’t worry about her, she is safe with me. Now go before you’re late!” Your grandma shouted from the front porch.

You could see your father face by his the reflexion on the car’s mirror. He tryed to look not affected, all tough and unbothered, but you knew best. The minute he would drive off and pass the town’s sign, he would burst into tear and start sobbing like there was no tomorrow.

It wasn’t just him who felt uneasy about this whole situation, you did too. Since your mother left you two alone, without any previous warning, that your dad had never went back to being how he was when she was still present. Now, he was always too focused on work, to the point where you would have to force him out of his office to eat or to just lay on a bed and close his eyes for a few seconds . But you didn’t judge him, though, you knew that that was the way he used to cope with the pain he felt.

It was your grandmother who convinced you to come and stay with her for a while, saying it would be for her since you two could spent more time together, and, at the same time, it would make your dad a bit more independent for when your classes at the university finally start. It sounded good to you, a nice way to clear your head from all the stress that you felt with your whole dad situation and exams, so you took her offer.

“He will be okay, he is stronger that you think he is, Y/N.” She said, caressing your arm and leading you inside, towards the kitchen.

Her house had a very nice aura to it, very cosy and bright, filled with all types of flowers everywhere. Since you grandmother loved gardening, having plants around her house and become a must.

“So, now that I get the chance to get you all to myself, how do you feel about us baking some cookies? The chocolate chips ones? Your favourite?” She asked and your stomach growled in response.

“Sounds good to me.” You laughed.

You turned on the television, to have some background noise, since it helped you to not overthink this whole situation and to not wonder way to far on your thoughts. Usually when you overthink things it would only got worse, for you that is.

Everything is going to be fine. It has to.

“Honey” Your grandma called from the kitchen, while holding up some tools and ingredients “I realized that we are missing the chocolate bits. Could you go to Mr.Crumberry’s shop and get me some of them? There are some coins on the table if you don’t have enough money.”

“Sure thing, it’s still the last shop on the left, right?” You asked, getting up from your spot on the couch and taking the coins with you. She hummed in response as you kissed her cheek and promised to come back quickly, closing the door behind you, carefully, to not make much noise.

Outside was a bit windy and not many people could be seen. The town wasn’t very big itself but, it had a lot of people around your age and a bit older too. You weren’t familiar with any of them, though, since you barely came here.

In general, you never had many friends due to the fact that you always were busy with university or taking care of your dad, by making sure that he was taking good care of himself, which left not much time to hang out with other people. The only person that you still found the time to be around was Taehyung, a guy who you had met a few years ago and apparently lived right down the street from you. You two had become friends in a strange manner, mainly because he never stopped bugging you, appearing always by your side during lunch time, making rather random visits in your house and bringing you the latest movies for the both of you to see them together. So, you decided, “if you can’t beat him, join him”.

From the minute that you introduced him to your dad, they became great friends as they both shared a passion of finding new animal species. Not the wisest decision you’ve ever made. Let’s just say that you came home one day to find a bunch of different hamsters on your couch.

You were so absorbed in your thoughts from your hometown that you didn’t even notice the small salience on the side walk, which caused you to trip. You closed your eyes, prepared to collide to the ground, but meting a softer surface instead. Someone’s chest.

“Hey there, careful” A raspy voice said. The person had his hands around your arms, securing you against him. He smelled like mint and cigarettes, and a small pinch of cinnamon.

“I’m so sorry.” You apologized, stepping back. You started to blush when you realized he still had his hands around you, and even with the small space between you two, you could still feel your heart pounding against your chest. “Are you okay?”

“I should be the one asking you that.” He said, laughing. The first thing you noticed about him was his orange hair. It was an unusual thing to see, very strange, yet he still managed to be one of the most handsome guys you have ever seen. You met his eyes, only to notice that he was already looking at you, giving you one of those smiles that were so bright that made the sun’s light look like absolutely nothing when compared to it.

“I’m Jimin, by the way. Park Jimin.” He added, noticing that you hadn’t responded.

“I’m Y/N.” You shook your head and smiled, trying to distract yourself to not stare at him.

“Well, Y/N, you are not from around here, are you?” He asked, cocking his head to the side, examining your features.

“No, actually I’m not. I’m staying here for some time, at my grandma’s. And I know that I said it before but I’m really sorry that I bumped into you. I had to go to Mr.Crumberry’s shop to find some chocolate bits for my grandma but I got distracted and- ” You rambled. He tucked the hair behind your ear and you stepped back, surprised, only to stumble on that same piece of the sidewalk. Great. Just great. There was no way you were ever going to get out of the house with these pair of shoes again.

“Seeing that you are always falling, do you need company to make sure you get to your grandma’s house intact? I would hate myself if you fell again and I wasn’t there to catch you” He said, winking at you.

“Are you trying to seduce me? Because that isn’t working”

“Are you sure? Because I swear that when I do this” He took a step closer to you and lowered himself, whispering into your ear “I can hear your heart starting to race.”

You rolled your eyes but you couldn’t deny the fact that what he was saying was true. You just had this feeling that he was one of these cocky people and that only admitting that to him would only make his ego grow bigger.

He laughed at your reaction and brushed his hand through his orange hair. You looked at the watch that you had on your wrist and realized that it had passed more time that it seemed, and that your grandma may get anxious if you don’t get home quickly. After all, the shop wasn’t far away from her house.

You started walking towards the store and noticed that he was still right beside you.

“So, Y/N, tell me about yourself.” He said after a while of you two walking side by side.

“What about me?” You asked.

“I want to get to know you.” He said after taking a deep breath. That question made you nervous, mainly because no one ever asked you that, because no one ever cared that much.

“You do? I’m warning you I am a pretty boring person with a very boring life. There is nothing interesting about me.” You say as the both of you get inside the store. You greet the old bald man that is on the other side of the counter while Jimin just waves at him and sends him a small smile.

The store isn’t very big, so you won’t take long to find what you want. The last time you had been here was years ago, and knowing that everything was still on the same place comforted you.

“I don’t believe that. Let’s see, for example… What’s your favourite colour?” He asked adjusting one of his many rings that he had on his hand.

“I don’t have one.” You answered, shrugging.

“What? What do you mean you don’t have a favourite colour? Everybody has got a favourite colour. That’s like the basic requirement for being a human being.”

“Basic requirement?” You laughed, picking up a package of chocolate bits from one of the shelves. “It’s just a colour”

“Just a colour? Whoa. You just hurt me, I hope you know that.” He faked a hurt look and stepped back dramatically while you walked to the counter. You handed your grandma’s coins to the man and said goodbye, politely. Through the window you could see that the sun was starting to go down, a very pretty view actually, but you don’t have the time to enjoy it as you have to get home as quickly as possible.

The cold air hits your face when you get out of the store and you shiver, closing your jacket a bit more. Jimin, however didn’t seem very bothered by the cold, as he continued to walk normally and talking to you, gesticulating theatrically over the fact that you didn’t have a favourite colour.

“I still can’t believe you don’t have one.” He said, shaking his head in disappointment. He seemed to think hard for a bit and then snapped his fingers like he just had the most brilliant idea ever  "You know what? You just gave me a mission.“

“I, what?” You stopped walking, giving him a confused look.

“You just gave me a mission. From now until the day you leave, I have the mission to make you have a favourite colour.” He said. Jimin sounded determined and you got the feeling that he was one of those people that always got what they wanted, so you didn’t object.

You may not admit it to anyone, and not even yourself, but you liked talking to him and you looked to know that he cared about you, even if it all was because of a stupid colour. He was very carefree and completely different from the people that you had met so far in your life, like a breeze of fresh air.

You two continued to talk during the rest of the way to your grandmother’s house. He would, occasionally, try a pick of line on you but you would always dodge him of, which resulted in him laughing at your reactions. You would, however, blush at his words every now and then, and he must have noticed that because he started joking with you.

“Ha, Y/N, are you blushing?” He said, pinching your cheeks with his fingers.

“What? No, I’m not” You lied, moving faster away from him. “It’s hot, that’s all. Are you really following me all the way home?”

“Of course. You know, my mother always told me to follow my dreams” You rolled your eyes at his corniness.

There could be seen a few people walking around the town and some others sitting on their balcony talking to one another. They seemed so close with each other, the complete opposite to your life in the city, where they wouldn’t even stop to great you.

When you saw the house a few meters away from where you were you couldn’t help but to feel a bit sad that this was all over so quickly. You stopped in front of the gate and pointed at the house.

“This is it.” You said.

Even though the town is small you couldn’t help but to be afraid that you may never see him again. You didn’t quite knew why you felt that why, you just did.

Wow.

How did you get so attached to him in just a few minutes?

“I know your grandma!” He suddenly realised “She is a really cool lady. I remember she gave me some of her cookies. Wait… That was for what the chocolate bit were needed?” He asked, his eyes glinting. You nodded in response, laughing.

He sure has heck seemed to really enjoy those cookies.

There was a bit of a silence for a while, while you two standed in front of the gate. He kept fiddling his fingers, like a nervous habit it seemed, while you played with the package that was in between your hands.

“Well, looks like I have to go. It was nice seeing you, Jimin” You said goodbye to him, walking up the little garden that your grandmother had in front of her house.

“Hey” He shouted, like he had just remembered something “Tonight I’m doing something and I really wanted you to come and see. And maybe… you could bring some of those cookies with you?”

“So, basically you just want me to take you the cookies?” You laughed.

“How did you know? I’m I that obvious?” He joked. “But no, I really want you to go. Do you know where the bridge is?” You nodded. “Well, meet me there around ten thirty. You will have a lot of fun, I promise.”

“Okay, I will see if I can go.” You waved at him from the front porch as he walked way, backwards while smiling at you.

“Ten thirty, don’t forget!” He yelled. You stayed there, still, watching him walking away.

You cleaned your feet on the red carpet and open the door, only to find your grandma sitting on the couch watching “The Price Is Right” and swearing at the people on the television.

“How can they not know that it costs 9.75? Are you dumb? Boy, when I go to church I will pray for you” She mumbled to herself.

The moment she noticed you standing behind her, holding the package in between your hands, she turned the television off and run to you, hugging and pacing you back and forth.

“God, you are finally here. I was so worried, what took you so long?” She questioned you, worried.

“Nothing I just found someone on the way and lost track of time. Now that I’m here, how about we do those cookies you were talking about? I’m so hungry” You said, and your stomach growled.

“Someone, huh?” She winked, picking up the package of the chocolate bits that I had brought from the kitchen counter. “Who is the lucky man?”

“Grandma… It’s nothing like that. We are just friends, if you could even call it that. I just met him today.” You picked up the tray and greased it with butter so that the cookies wouldn’t stick.

“If you say so… But who is he?” She asked, excitement evident in her voice.

“Park Jimin.”

“Oh, Jimin!” She said. Her reaction was the same of when someone mentioned Elvis Presley or Bob Dylan, he must be very important to her. “He is a very unique guy, isn’t he?”

“Indeed. He was very surprised that I didn’t have a favourite colour. He said he it was his mission to make me have one or something.” You laughed. He sure as heck was different “How do you know him?”

“Hum… Your grandfather and him where very close. When he… passed away…” She stopped and you continued to knead the dough. Talking about your grandfather was a very touchy subject for her, and if Jimin was as close to him as she said he was, he definatly was someone special. “He visited me every two days to check on how I was doing and of course, to ask me if whenever I would bake again I could give him some of my pastries. But, why did you ask me about him?”

“He… he invited me to meet him by the bridge tonight, he said he wanted to show me something. And I wanted to know if he was trustworthy or not. And since you said you knew him…” You rambled. You opened the first cabined and took out the stars shaped object to cut the dough.

You felt a bit uneasy when talking about this to her, since you came here to spend some time with her and not other people. And much less to have a romantic interest.

If Taehyung was here right now, he would make fun of you. Who would say that the same girl that refused to accept to have a friend was now thinking about romantic interests with someone?

“You have a date?” She asked, happily.

“It’s not a date.”

“Yes, yes it is. My granddaughter has a date! You are growing up so fast” She sobbed into your shoulder.

“Grandma, I’m in college already. I’m not a kid anymore.” You laughed.

“I know, I know. There is no need in reminding me of that. Now go take a shower! By the time you are done the dinner must be ready. Now, go! Don’t you have somewhere to be?” She shushed you out of the kitchen with her oven glove.

“Alright, alright.” You responded. You climbed up the stairs and went to the bathroom to turn the hot water on. Getting rid of your clothes you hop in and close the curtain.

You take your time washing your hair and body, thinking about if you should actually go and meet Jimin by the bridge. You wanted to, that was true, but you still had your doubts. However, those had nothing to do with him, you were just afraid of getting too attached, since the last time you did so your mother had left.

Your grandma was right, you though while you took the shampoo out of your hair,  he sure was unique. You mean, who the heck would make a mission to make someone choose a favourite colour? But you liked that about him, it made him stand out, it made him different from the others.

You turned the water shower off and wrapped one towel around your body and another one around your hair. You stepped carefully out of the shower, to the carpet and took out one comb from one of the low cabins and brushed your hair, wrapping the towel more closely to your body in fear of it falling off while you stretched your arms.

Getting to your bedroom, you change your clothes and blow dry your hair. You see you phone standing on your bed and click on it, seeing that you have three missed calls from your dad. Not a good sign.

“Dad? Is everything alright?” You say into the phone’s speaker. “Dad?”

“Y/N, sweetheart how are you?”

“Fine, how about you? Did you have dinner already? Do I need to call Taehyung to bring you some food?” You said, concerned.

“Jesus, I’m fine. I had some leftovers that were laying around in the fridge, don’t worry. Is everything okay with you? I called you three times and you didn’t pick up any of them.” You could hear some papers falling on the ground on the other side of the line, indicating that he was in his office, working. Gosh, did that man ever stopped working?

“I was showering.” You take your phone away from your ear and notice that there is already nine thirty p.m.. Your grandma must have the dinner ready by now. “Hey, I got to go now, I’m going to eat now. Take care of yourself, okay? If anything call Taehyung, you have his number and he lives nearby.”

“Okay, okay. Don’t worry about me, go and have your dinner. I will call you tomorrow, bye” He ended the call and you left the bedroom, closing the door behind you.

You stepped down the stairs, with the dirty clothes from before on your hands, to find a delicious smell on the air: you had almost forgotten of how good your grandmother’s cooking was.

“There you are!” She said, picking the clothes off your hands and throwing them at the laundry basket that was laying around on her kitchen “Come and sit, you have somewhere to be in an hour, don’t you?” You were already feeling sorry about telling her about it.

She mentions for you to seat in front of her, as she bring the mashed potatoes to the table. She tries to ask you more questions about Jimin when you start eating, and make some suggestions about him and you, which you try to dodge every time. You tell her that you father called and she could feel the worry in your voice, about him being so far away all by himself.

“Don’t worry, he is going to be alright. It may not seem like it but he had become stronger since… you know.” She said.

“Yeah, I’m just scared for him, that he might do something crazy and I’m not there to take care of him.”

“You are a good person Y/N, your father is really proud of you. And so am I.” She smiled. You continued to eat in silence after that touchy subject. You hated to talk about your mother or even think about her.

She had run away with some painter when you were twelve and your father had never fully recovered from that. The worst part wasn’t that he had left without a warning, it was the fact that she didn’t even bother to call you, to check up on you. You were her daughter after all.

As you took one last glass of water the clock strikes ten p.m. and you grow more anxious. Your palms start to get a bit sweaty and you pinkie finger starts to move nervously.

You help your grandmother with the dishes, a job that she was very much unhappy for you to be doing, especially at a time like this, but you needed to stop thinking about it and doing other things was what helped you more. She put some music from her old radio on the background and the two of you danced while cleaning up the table.

This was one of the things that you liked the most about her, the fact that she could transform one of the most simple tasks in the funniest thing ever. You sang and moved all around while putting the glasses back on the cabinet.

“Crap.” You whispered. It was already ten twenty five and there was no way that you were going to be there in time. You had been so distracted by all the dancing and singing, that you forgot to check the clock.

You ran up and down the stairs, putting your shoes on and adjusting the clothes that you were wearing in hopes of trying to look a bit more decent.

“Take some cookies to give to Jimin” Your grandmother said, calmly, while you walked frantically from one side to the other. She opened the door for you and extended you her hand that had a little blue box filled in them filled with the chocolate chips cookies.

“Don’t worry I could never forget the cookies.” You screamed as you run down the road.

You moved your feet as fast as you could, and secured the blue box on your hand, with the fear of letting it fall. The wind was blowing the air out of your face and you could feel your legs starting to become sore. Your brain was screaming for you to stop but your legs just kept going and going and going.

It took you some time to see the bridge since it was being blinded by the huge amount of lights that were around it. It wasn’t normal for that to happen, or at least that was not how you remembered it.

You walked to the parking lot that was by the bridge and you came across tons of people around multiple cars that were parked in the parking lot. They were talking cheerfully, some with bottles of booze in their hands that they passed among them and some others smoking cigarettes. They were standing all around the cars and by the theme of their conversation that you could grasp they were talking about… races?

You turned your head from side to side, looking for Jimin but you, unluckily, didn’t find him. You even asked some girls that were standing together near the yellow car if they had seen him around here or something but they had said that he hadn’t arrived yet. Some of them acted strangely when you mentioned his name but you brushed it off, maybe they had just reacted that way because you were new here, or even because of the way you were dressed.

Unlike them you weren’t wearing shorts or jean, but a very pretty floral dress. Which wasn’t your best decision, because if it would start to get windy you would have to give a Marilyn Monroe vibe.

You walked away from the crowd of people and standed alone against one of the lamps that illuminated the parking lot where you were, hoping that Jimin would eventually show up.

“Y/N!” You heard a voice saying your name and a pair of arms being wrapped around your waist. You jump slightly and you hear him chuckle in your ear.

“You scared me” You say, stepping away from him and putting a hand on your chest. Your heart was pounding against your ribcage and you didn’t know if it was because he had scared you or because of the way he had wrapped his arms around you.

Behind him were three guys that were laughing at both of your reactions. One of them had green hair, the middle one was blonde and the last one had brown hair. Their features were soft and they seemed to be nice people, or at least that was what you were expecting them to be.

They standed a bit far off from you and Jimin and you could help but to think if he had told them anything about you.

“I was afraid that you had changed you mind and decided not to come.” He said, wrapping one arm around your shoulders. You were walking in the cars direction and you felt a huge will of asking him about why he had brought you here and especially, what was all of this, but you didn’t. You had this feeling that he wasn’t going to tell you anyway, like he would say something along the lines of “just wait, you will see”.

“And you felt sad?” You joked.

“Of course. If you didn’t come that meant that I couldn’t have these amazing cookies that you grandmother baked” He said while taking the little blue box out of your hands.

You suddenly thought about what she had said, that all of this was supposed to be a date. A part of you wanted this to be one but the other one didn’t, it was all a lot of mixed feelings and you were afraid that the part that did, would win. You just weren’t ready to get hurt again.

“Why am I not surprised” You laughed. He pulled you even more closed to him, with one hand still wrapped around your shoulders, while the other took out a pack of cigarettes out of his back pocket and put one of them on his mouth.

“Smoking is bad for you, you know?” You said, looking right into his eyes.

“Yeah, a lot of people have been telling me that.” He said.

“And why do you keep doing it?” You asked.

“Because it’s an addiction. Or maybe because the right person hasn’t asked me yet” You blushed at his words. You couldn’t help but to think if this was about you.

“Could you just not smoke this one?”

“Why not?” He furred his eyebrows.

“Because each cigarette takes away eleven minutes of your life.” You answered . However, the next thing that you said completely surprised you. And him too, by the look on his face. “And that are eleven minutes less that I can spend you”.

He stared at you for a long time, with an unreadable face, when the corners of his mouth started to go up and he was smiling. He smiled a lot when he was around you and you liked that.

He took the cigarette out of his mouth and threw it on the ground, stepping on it.

“If you put that in that way, I guess that it’s better if I get rid of the whole package then”. That made you smile, a really widening smile, that ones that you almost never gave to people. Your grandmother was right, he surely was someone special.

“My grandma said that you were very close with my grandfather” You said after a while.

“Yes I was. Your grandfather was a man that knew a lot of things. In fact, before he… hum… passed away, he taught me some of them” He was talking at the same at that he was observing the people that were chatting to their friends. He was watching them  so closely, that it almost looked like he was studying them. His orange hair was pushed back showing off his forehead and he was wearing sunglasses that were laying around his neck, backwards, even though it was night time and the sun had already gone down. His black leather jacket tighten around his back and arms when he crossed them, making his muscles stand out even more. And now, under the dim light that was upon us he was even more exquisite.

“What type of things?” You asked, curiosity taking the best of you.

“Well, you want to see them?” He said, cocking his head to the side. You nodded in response. and He then started to walk away from you and towards one of those cars, the black one.

“Namjoon!” He screamed, loudly, in the middle of the crowd. “Remember that bet we made? How about we do that now?” The people that were scattered around the parking lot started to gather around Jimin, and a tall guy with brown hair appeared in the middle of it, stepping in front of him.

You standed back, watching the whole scene, not knowing what was going to happen next. However your feet started to move involuntary into the middle of the crowd as well, where one of his friends, the green haired one, joined you by your side.

Namjoon and Jimin both got inside their cars and positioned then at the same level and distance to make sure none of them had an advantage on the other. A girl walked into the middle of the road, and then stopped in between the two cars, with a white flag between her hands that were stretched above her head. Jimin and Namjoon adjusted the mirrors and turned on the engines whose sounds were started to grow louder and louder.

Inside the car Jimin relaxed himself into the seat and his eyes started to search for you in the crowd. When they met yours he winked at you and then focused back on the road, making your heart skip a beat.

“Be careful” You whispered, even though you knew that he couldn’t hear you. You didn’t even know who you were saying that to, him or youself.

“I don’t know what is so different about you” The green haired guy said over the loud cheers that the crowd was giving and the tickling of the bottles against each other’s. “He talks about you a lot, which isn’t normal for him. He normally doesn’t care about girls. At least not anymore. But you… I can’t quite put a finger on it”

“What? How do you mean that I’m different?” You asked.

“You made him throw away a package of cigarettes. We, who have been friends with him for years now, have tried to make him throw away one cigarette. One. And we never got to do that. In twelve fucking years.” He said. He had a cold expression, and his tone was a bit harsh, but you could tell that it was only because he seemed to care a lot for him.

As you were about to respond the girl threw the white flag down to the ground and they started to drive off as fast as they could. The crowd screamed louder and louder as they distance themselves even more far away from you.

It was calm for a few minutes, with none of the cars in sight, nor the lights. But it didn’t took long as they both appeared riding the cars into your direction, or even better, the headlights did.

They kept driving faster and faster towards the winning post, side to side, making it impossible of knowing who was going to win. However, on the last second Jimin was able to speed up even more and passed Namjoon’s car, getting to the goal first.

Jimin’s friends went crazy, shouting and dancing everywhere, while Namjoon’s backed away, ashamed of losing the bet.

You found yourself clapping, happily too, and cheering him on.

“I swear that there was something wrong with the engine” You heard Namjoon saying as he got out of the car.

“Don’t lie, man. We both know that it was completely fine. Just accept that I won.” Jimin said, rolling his eyes and brushing the hair off his forehead. “Oh, and don’t forget, cold water and no soap” He added, grinning, while he threw Namjoon his car keys.

“Y/N!” You heard him shout from the middle of the crowd.

“Here!” You said, swaying your arms around, in hopes for him to see you.

He came running to you, dodging some people that were congratulating him along the way and greeting another ones.

When he finally got next to you, he wrapped you in between his arms and lifted you off the ground as you smiled into the crock of his neck.

“So, what did you thought about it?” He asked, excited. His eyes were glinting and you could hear his heart beating fast from the adrenaline that he had felt.

“You were amazing, I’m -”

“Jimin?” You got interrupted by a soft, a feminine voice that belonged to a blond girl that was wearing a rather tight dark blue dress “You did a very good job in there. Got to say that you have evolved a lot.”

“Thank you, I like to think so too” He responded.

However, what she did next was completely unpredictable. She moved in between you and him and kissed his cheek. And you just stayed there, as you felt a pain in your chest.

What. The. Heck.

To the next girl he gives his heart to-
Feed him. He’s like a 5 year old child, whenever he is hungry he gets moody don’t take it personally, it’s just him.
If you are ever laying in bed at 11pm and find yourself wrapped in his arms scared because you see a huge ass spider, don’t count on him to protect you, he hates spiders just as much.
It’s hard to find a food that he dislikes, he will pretty much eat anything except olives, but you’re always safe with a steak or some other meaty meat.
He’s a sucker for g strings, if he comes home in a bad mood, show him your underwear and he will calm down.
His friends are the most important things to him, don’t get to jealous about it, I made that mistake and at the end of the day be happy he has others to count on, it doesn’t mean he doesn’t enjoy your company.
Cars are his absolute favourite thing, to him they are his happy place. If it’s fast, lowered and loud chances are he’s going to love it.
He loves a good back rub and hair rub. Calms him down and he’ll love you for it.
He plays these damn right annoying car games, he becomes so obsessed with them that getting his attention is impossible, don’t stress just go do your own thing until he gets bored.
Sometimes he talks way too much but just nod and smile, don’t shut him down.
Give him loads of kisses, neck kisses especially, cuddle him as much as you can, appreciate every minute you get with him, he’s one of a kind.
I hope you learn from my mistakes and take on board everything I have said so you can actually love him right.
He deserves an amazing girl so I hope you love him better than I did, and please I know I’m the last person you want advice from but please love him right, care for him, cherish him, he’s one of a kind and you’re lucky to be in his life.
—  B.L letters I never sent
The Meeting of the Waters

pairing: lin-manuel miranda x reader

summary: lin buys a late 18th century piano during the writing process for hamilton, and when he gets it home, he’s surprised to find there’s a ghost attached to it. reader has been attached to her piano for hundreds of years, and is thrilled to talk about her good friend eliza hamilton with the genius who purchased her piano.

warnings: swearing, and i think that’s it idk do ghosts need to be tagged is that a thing

word count: 5,308

a/n: this is for the @hamwriters write-a-thon day one!!! AH okay i haven’t seen anyone write a ghost AU fic yet, so i don’t know how well received this will be BUT i really like it and i hope you guys do too (if u don’t pls be nice to me i’m fragile)


The lights of the George Washington Bridge glow in the distance, a stark contrast to the dark waters of the Hudson. Lin grunts as he pushes the piano up against the window of his studio apartment, leaning an arm on the top of the piano to peer out at the view.

“To be honest, the piano looked better against the wall,” you pipe up from your perch on the arm of the worn out leather sofa.

Lin spins around quickly, a startled look etched on his face. “Who’s in here?”

“Hi there,” you wave your hand, a small smirk on your face, before you stand. You smooth out your skirts and take a few steps toward him.

“Who are you and what are you doing in my apartment?” He takes a few quick steps backwards as you approach, his back colliding with the wall.

“Relax,” you hold up your hands in a show of benevolence. “I come with the piano.”

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|Why is he so hot?| Peter Parker

My first fic on this site lol (I hope it’s good)

Peter Parker x Stark!Reader ;3

Summary: You and Peter are best friends and ya like him. You know. Like half the fics out there. You’re Tony’s daughter too (it’s hinted at) (If you want me to write a different fic where Tony is more innolved, as in they probs get caught, i’ll do that.)

Warning: cussing, steamy hot make-out session,all around cuteness, awkwardness and dominance?? from both Peter and the reader.

Words: 3000 eXACTLY (i added “Why is he so hot?“ somewhere just to make it an even number. I have ocd srry)

plz request things i’m lonely

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I don’t know what Peter is to me. Is he my best friend? Or my crush? … or both? If he’s both then by God I’m fucked. I can’t like my best friend. I want things to not be awkward. I want our conversations to flow like they always do. But at the same time, I want to kiss him and hold him and be able to call him mine.

“Y/N?” I turned my head from the window to the front of the class.

“Y-Yes?” I stuttered the question out my lips.

“I asked you a question.” My chemistry teacher leaned against her desk and crossed her arms.

“Could you repeat the question by chance?” I smiled nervously. A few chuckles came from the students.

“I asked you ‘What is the third most common gas found in the air we breathe?’” I immediately answered.

“Argon.” She smiled and nodded.

“Around 1% of it is found in the air.” Peter whispered to me. I smiled at him and rolled my eyes. He loved chemistry and science, that’s for sure. After about five minutes my eyes found the city out the window again. I wasn’t really thinking about Peter until he nudged my arm. I turned my head and looked at him.

“Hey- we still on for studying?” He whispered. I nodded.

“At… your place or the tower?”

“The tower.” He told me. The bell rung for lunch and we both got up and packed our bags. The teacher started to say something about the test but I didn’t listen.

“I’ll see you later?” I asked him, already knowing he was going to say yes because we literally just talked about our plans.

“Wouldn’t miss it.” Normally I hung out with him and Ned but today I had to work on Algebra homework. I told him bye and walked off to the library.

Just don’t think about him in that way while he’s over…

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He was late… again. Probably off saving the city. I didn’t mind. He had his duty, of course, I was just the one to suffer though. In the twenty minutes he has been missing out on all I’ve done is read through the chapter… twice. Ok maybe like six times. I got bored. There was a knock at my bedroom window and I looked over towards the noise. The good thing about having a bedroom at the Avengers tower is that my room is eight stories up so that knocking could only come from one person. I jumped off the bed and walked over to the balcony door to open the door for Peter. He was in his Spider-Man suit with his backpack on. I unlocked and opened the door. He slipped in and stopped in front of me instead of just walking in and getting changed.

“I’m so sorry- there was a-” I patted his shoulder.

“It’s fine Peter. I don’t mind it.” I smiled at him as he tore off his mask. Seeing his hair all messed up made me bite my lip.

Dammit… I’m thinking about him in that way. In the 'my god he’s so hot’ way.  Why is he so hot?

He grinned down at me.

“Did you already read through the chapter? Let me guess, like twelve times?” I laughed and a light heat rushed over my cheeks.

“Only a few times.” I walked back over to my bed and sat down. When I looked back he had pressed his symbol on his chest and his suit just slid off of him. It’s like my stomach did a flip. Normally he would walk into the bathroom to change but nope… I hadn’t realized before but he was fit.

Oh fuck-

I looked down at the book to hide the blush of my cheeks from him. I scooted fully on the bed and laid on my stomach. I glanced back over at him. He had his jeans on and was throwing on a cardigan that he probably grabbed off his floor. He looked over at me and I couldn’t seem to look away.

“I’m coming- I’m coming.” He smiled and threw his bag aside and jogged over to me. He jumped on the bed and pressed his side next to. I looked back down at the book.

This is going to be a long couple hours.

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“I don’t think this test is gonna kick my ass like it did last time.” I said as I closed the book. Peter sighed and turned over onto his back.

“I think we’re both gonna do well on it. I mean literally, we’re the top in our class.” He turned his head and looked at me.

“Yeah, but we both know who’s smarter than me.” I said.

“Mr. Stark?” He said more as a statement.

“No- but my dad is smarter than me. I meant you. You already know you’ll ace this test.” He chuckled and looked back at the ceiling. I laid on my back next to him.

“I know you will too.” He said softly. My eyes became heavy and I turned my head to my end table. The clock read 12:34. I yawned and propped myself on my elbows. I looked at Peter who had his eyes closed.

“Peter?” I moved his shoulder. He licked his lips and put an arm over me. My face flushed a deep red. “P-Peter?” I asked. He must be asleep. He pulled me closer to him and began spooning me. I gasped as his body made contact with mine. I would be lying if I said I didn’t like this… so I did nothing. I closed my eyes and drifted to sleep, smiling and hopefully dreaming of Peter.

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My eye lids fluttered open and I shuffled a bit. I felt something rub against my ass and I made an unexpected noise. A hand that was just under my breast gripped my skin tighter. I wouldn’t have blushed if I hadn’t realized the hand was under my shirt.

“Peter?’ I whispered, moving my shoulder against his chest. He mumbled his response.

"Mmh?” He said, quiet as could be. He abruptly leaned up. “Oh-” He pulled his hand away and I turned on my back and looked up at him. “I-I’m- Sorry.” He blushed. He lifted his head up towards my end table. “Shit- It’s 6:34.” My eyes widened. I leaned up faster than he had.

“No- oh nonono.” I looked at Peter as my door knob started to turn. Faster than I ever thought I could possibly move, I grabbed Peter and pushed him towards my back board. I slammed him against the bed and crawled on top of him. I covered his mouth and laid on him, pulling the covers over us. From the door, I knew it would just look like I was sleeping with covers over my head. I looked at Peter. His face was inches from mine. Even though it was dark I could make out his features. My door opened and my dad peered in.

“Y/N?” He asked. I groaned in response. “Time to get up. And don’t be late this time. I’m not writing you another note.” The whites of Peters’ eyes moved so I could tell he was looking around my face.

“Ok.” I was too focused on Peter to realize I said it barely loud enough for my dad to hear. I slowly took my hand off his face but let my fingers linger on his lips. As my dad left he muttered something along the lines of 'they shouldn’t even need a note, I mean she’s my daughter they should assume she’s curing cancer or something…’ He closed the door and I leaned up, taking my hand from Peters’ mouth. He was as red as a tomato and so was I.

“I- should-” He stuttered.

“Yeah-” He bolted out of bed and towards his bag. I landed on my back and watched as he grabbed his backpack and opened the door to the balcony. My knees were half bent and I was biting my lip. My hand lifted to my chin.

My God Parker… You even look hot in a hurry.

He stopped and looked at me. He was about to say something before he looked down and then ran out the door. He jumped off the building and swung off to another.

I actually want to die. What was that? I just like straddled him and it was weird but it felt nice and- oh my god… I almost kissed him.

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I walked to my locker to put my Algebra books back. The final bell had rung two minutes ago and I decided that after I put my books back I was going to find Peter. I shut my locker and walked down the halls. The back of his head is easy to recognize. His curly hair gives it away most the time. As soon as I see those familiar curls and a cardigan I rush towards him.

“Peter!” I say as I tap on his shoulder. He turned to me and smiled.

“H-Hey Y/N.” I grin back at him blushing at him stuttering.

This boy is literally going to kill me one day.

“What are you doing later on?” I asked. He shrugged.

“I’ll probably just stay at my place and watch a movie or something. It is a Friday so I don’t have to go to bed early.”

“Oh- D-Do you think I could join you?” I asked. He smirked and shrugged, putting his hands in his pocket.

“Sure- let me warn you though: I’m going to be watching Star Trek again.” I giggled.

“I don’t care. I’m always up for re-watching a good movie.” He nodded and closed his locker.

“See ya later.” Peter said as he walked past me. I leaned against the nearest locker.

I’m going to embarrass myself. I am. And then he’ll hate me. Damn it.

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I walked into Peter’s apartment without knocking, like always. May stopped in front of me.

“Oh- hey Y/N! Peter said you’d be here a bit later-” She laughed. “He’s in the shower so he’ll be out in a bit. He said he got 'webbed up in a problem’ on the way back from school. Like that’s exactly what he said. He is the weirdest kid I swear. Well, you two have fun.”

“We will.” I smiled. “Where you headed off to?”

“Just the store. I’ll be back in a bit with some popcorn too.” I smiled at the thought of popcorn. She waved and scooted passed me, shutting the door behind her. I heard the squeak of the pipes turning off, meaning Peter was out of the shower. A blush crept on my cheeks.

No- Stop thinking about him like that.

I sighed and walked to the couch. I laid down on it and looked at the rough ceiling.

“May!? Where are all my cardigans?” Peter yelled through the walls.

“Uh- She left!” I yelled back.

“Y-Y/N?” He yelled back. After his voice traveled through the walls I heard something thud and then a groan. I leaned up. He must have fallen in the bathroom.

“Peter?” He groaned. A door opened and closed. I jumped over the couch and walked towards his room and saw that his door was closed. “Peter- you alright?” I asked. His voice was pained.

“Yep- Ah- all good!” Something on his door caught my eye. I walked towards it and it seemed to be smeared on the knob. I got my phone and turned the flash on, shining it at the door. What looked like blood was dragged around the knob.

“Peteerr-?” I said. “I’m opening the door.” I didn’t hear a 'no’ so I pushed the door open and found Peter in his wheely chair looking at me.

“I thought you would be here later-” He said. He was in the process of putting a bandage on his side. I put my hand to my temple.

“Parker- I swear you get hurt at least six out of seven days of the week.” He chuckled as I walked over to him. He was shirtless with a pair of jeans on. His hands were completely clean so the blood on his door must have been from when he came in. But that didn’t make any sense cause he would still have it on his hands. “Why is there blood on the door?” I asked. He looked up at me.

“Oh- that was from yesterday.” He said and I sighed in response then walked over and sat on his bed. He finished about thirty seconds later. He stood up and looked over at me. I looked down at his abs and blushed.

Why does he have to be so hot?

He walked out the door and I sat there swimming in my own thoughts.

My god- I can’t live like this. I just want to kiss him and fucking make out with him. I sound so needy. I’m literally like every other sophomore girl. Maybe I just want a boyfriend… no cause Peter is the only guy I like.

He walked back in with a 'Midtown High’ sweater on. He walked over to me and jumped on the bed face first.

“God- Y/N-” He groaned into the bed. I giggled.

“What?”

“Sometimes I hate being a superhero. But damn I love it so much.” He flipped over and turned to me, laying his head on my lap. “I mean I get to save so many people…” I ran my hands through his hair. “And kick ass… but then there’s me. Peter Parker. A nerdy guy who would be the last person suspected as a super hero.” He looked away towards the wall.

“So you want to what- get more recognition?” He laughed.

“I don’t know Y/N… I don’t know what I want.” He gazed into my eyes. “W-Well I do- but somehow I still don’t.” We just sat there in silence for a moment, looking at each other. He lifted his right hand hesitantly and brushed it against my cheek. I blushed at his actions.

What is he doing?

He leaned up and turned to me. He was on all fours with his arms on either side of me. I turned my body towards him, my back facing his window.

“What do you want, Peter?” I dared to ask him, biting my lip. His eyes darted down my face.

“D-Don’t do that Y/N. God- That thing- It drives me crazy.” He gulped and leaned his face closer to mine.

He’s going to kiss me. Is he? Oh god. This is happening.

I was barely breathing. My face slowly moved down but my eyes stayed on him. I put my hand behind his ear. He dipped down slowly. I closed my eyes, same as him.

God this is agonizing. Just fucking kiss me. Don’t be so sl-

His lips cut off my train of thought as he smashed them against mine. I made a 'mmh’ sound against his lips. He moved his right hands to my lower back. I parted my lips and moved my head forward. My heart was racing. I have been wanting this for so long. He licked my bottom lip and then slipped his tongue into my mouth. I had never kissed anyone before and I don’t think he had either, but honestly, I didn’t care. He leaned down and pressed his body against mine. I ran my hands through his hair. My ovaries felt like they were exploding. I leaned down, taking him with me. I tugged at his hair and he moaned against my lips. My body shuttered and he traveled one his hands to my upper back and the other to my waist. He began grinding against my hips causing me to I break away from his kiss. I turned my head silently and gasped. He began to kiss my neck and my hands traveled to his back. He bit a small area of my neck. I moaned loudly into his ear. His grip on my waist tightened and he groaned. After a few moment he leaned up and looked down at me. We were both gasping for air. He smiled which made me grin.

“Fuck- Y/N-” He said.

I want him. I really do… wait no not like that. Well yes like that but not yet… fuck. It’s now or never.

I pushed him up and he stumbled back onto his ass and I crawled on top of him. His eyes widened. Just looking at him made my face go hot. “Y/Y-N?” I grabbed his shirt and pulled him to me. Our lips crashed together again and he moaned.

I couldn’t help myself.

His hands slid under and up my shirt. I gasped as I felt his hands on my bare skin. Our bodies were so hot through the clothes. My lips trailed to his jaw where I kissed his jawline, then I moved up to his ear and licked up it. He let out a grunt and a 'fuck’ and then bucked his hips. I didn’t expect that action of his and so I let out a loud moan without realizing it. He gripped my thigh with the hand that used to be on my waist. Peter pulled his head away and looked at the door.

“Shit-” He said. After he said that the sound of the door in the living room clicked and swung open.

“I’m home!” May yelled. I climbed off Peter and sat next to him, trying to hide my very red face. He looked at me and smirked nervously, his face was just as red as mine.

“Hey!” Peter yelled back. He dipped down and gave me a peck on the lips. After he pulled away I smiled widely at him.

“You’re cute, Peter. I’ll give you that.” He chuckled at my words.

“I bought popcorn!” My ears perked at the words. Peter jumped out of bed and I grabbed his wrist.

No- no honey. I’m getting all that popcorn.

I turned him to me and fixed his hair. He looked at me and blushed. My eyes looked innocently up at him and he slowly leaned down. I began to close my eyes and as he closed his I pulled him to the bed and rushed to the door.

“That’s my popcorn, Parker!” I yelled at him while darting down the hall. He yelled playfully from his room.

“Y/N!”

I had a realization the other day that seems obvious in retrospect, but I hadn’t put these two things together before.

I was telling my mom that I’m kind of dreading having a private practice someday because it’ll mean working lots of late nights to accommodate my clients’ schedules and make enough money, and as I know from working 12-8 last year, that’ll wreck my social life. She was like, “So you’ll have a social life on the weekends.” And I’m like, and what, spend every weekday night alone in my apartment because it’s too late to go out and see people? She gave me this knowing look and was like, “Well, hopefully you won’t be *alone*…”

That’s when it hit me that this thing–this whole monogamous couple/nuclear family ideal thing–directly enables work to take over our entire lives. Because, yes, if I had someone living in my house–in my bedroom, even–who prioritizes me higher than anyone else in his (because, let’s face it, it would always be a he in this scenario) life, who doesn’t sleep with or date any other people, who treats his free time as our shared time, who drops plans with friends or family the moment I need him, who convincingly promises to never leave me–if I had someone like that, and if I believed in that fantasy, then yes, I’d be fine working late every night and coming home at 9. I could see my friends on weekends sometimes, but I wouldn’t *need* to because I’d never be lonely or bored.

Because however you look at it, cultivating and maintaining a group of friends and a broader social circle or community takes more effort–especially more *intentional* effort–than cultivating just one person with whom you share your life. When we have to work unreasonable hours just to get by, guess which one’s more likely to fall by the wayside?

No wonder it feels like my like-minded friends and I are constantly wading through waist-deep snowdrifts. It’s not set up to work the way we want it to. Yes, life would be easier if I had someone who is always a few yards (or less) away from me when we’re not at work and who can provide romance, friendship, emotional support, entertainment, household help, financial assistance, AND hot sex (and maybe eventually co-parenting) without me ever needing to seek out other people or even leave the house. But that’s…horrifying.

  • Lafayette: What? What's wrong?
  • Peggy: It's just... adults are boring.
  • Peggy: And I don’t wanna buy all this boring adult stuff and become boring adults.
  • Lafayette: Hey, listen to me.
  • Lafayette: Yes, we’re gonna buy a dish rack, and shower curtains, and a cutting board.
  • Lafayette: But if you think for one second I’m not also gonna get that marshmallow shooter, so that I can shoot you in the face when you’re asleep?
  • Lafayette: Then you’re the dumbest person I know.
  • Peggy: You’re gonna make me cry...