i have two essays to do what on earth am i doing

The Golden Girl-Lip Gallagher Imagine

Requested: Yes

Warnings: Underage drinking, drug use, sensuality, sexual implications, and language

A/N: Y/O/B/F/N= your other best friend’s name

Originally posted by lipgallaghersaysfuckyou

   “Why didn’t I skip class today?” Mandy groaned, throwing her head back.

    “Because if you got caught skipping again, you would get suspended…again,” Lip muttered behind her.

    They were sitting in their eighth period British Lit class while Mr. O’Neil talked about some dead poet. Lip was only paying half attention since he already knew most of the information and he got good grades without even trying. He had a few more important things on his mind like Fiona and his other siblings and the trouble he and Ian could get into over the weekend. However, the other kids in the class could hardly afford zoning out in the way he did. 

    “…and that is how Edgar Allen Poe invented the modern detective story,” Mr. O’Neil concluded with a small smile under his wiry gray mustache. “Now, before you leave, I have to return your midterm essays.”

     “What’s the point? I know I failed,” Mandy muttered.

     “You never know. You could’ve gotten a D this time.”

      Lip smirked as Mandy turned around to slap his arm. It stung a little, but Lip laughed it off. 

       “We can’t all be weird geniuses like you.”

       “Most of you did not seem to grasp the concept I was looking for, which is confusing since all I requested was for you to dissect and analyze a piece of literature we previously discussed in class,” Mr. O’Neil said as he began handing back papers.

        A lot of the kids rolled their eyes, laughed, or groaned when they received their papers. It took a minute for Mr. O’Neil to get to Mandy and Lip.

       “I expect more from you, Miss Milkovich,” Mr. O’Neil said.

        “Have you met my brothers?” Mandy retorted.

        Mr. O’Neil cast a distaste look in her direction, but recovered a little as he handed Lip his paper. “Very good work, Mr. Gallagher.”

        “Thank you, Mr. O’Neil,” Lip said.

         Scrawled on top of his paper was a 90 along with the comment “Good work, Mr. Gallagher. Your input was interesting but the dissections were a bit off.”

          “Not bad, Gallagher,” Mandy muttered.

          “Thanks.”

          Lip couldn’t help but feel a little proud of himself. He was always the smartest person in the room, even though the room primarily consisted of idiots. It was nice to be reminded of it. 

          “Miss Y/L/N, I was quite impressed with your work. I have never read such original or thoughtful input on Emily Dickinson.”

          The girl had a small, wan smile on her lips as she accepted her paper. “Thanks, Mr. O’Neil.”

           “In fact, you scored the highest on this assignment.”

           Y/N smiled shyly yet again and muttered a polite “thanks” to the teacher as she placed her essay neatly in her English folder.

           “Looks like Little Miss Perfect beat you out,” Mandy teased in a whisper.

           “I’ll let her have it, this is probably the only pleasure she gets out of life besides reading and studying all the time,” Lip muttered.

             Y/N Y/L/N had to be the most innocent girl Lip had ever encountered and she was also his biggest competition when it came to academic standing. She was smart as a whip, but she didn’t flaunt it like Lip did sometimes. In fact, she mostly kept to herself, save for the two girls Lip saw her hanging around. Y/N was every parent’s wet dream: quiet, polite, kind, and a bit of an over achiever. She was the class president, captain of the debate team, and captain of the girl’s tennis team. In fact, the only trouble she probably got in was for jaywalking. Lip didn’t really have anything against her but he also didn’t really like competition.

           Finally, Mr. O’Neill released them, and Mandy and Lip were the first two out of the classroom.

          “Just admit it, Lip, you don’t like that Goody Two Shoes beat you out for the highest grade,” Mandy said.

          “It’s just a stupid essay, Mandy, besides, getting good grades is probably the only way Y/N could experience an orgasm,” Lip said.

          Mandy burst out laughing and Lip smirked deeply. “That is true, I don’t think Y/N would know what to do with a dick if she ever saw one.”
          As Mandy and Lip laughed, they were interrupted by someone running into Lip. 

          “Hey, watch where the f–ck you’re going,” he snapped.

          “Oh, sorry!” Y/N squeaked.

          Lip instantly regretted his words when he saw how Y/N clutched her book to her chest. “It’s fine, forget about it.”
          “Hey, Y/N,” Mandy said.

          “Hey, Mandy.” Y/N readjusted the strap of her messenger bag. “Have any fun plans for this weekend?”

          “I might go to a party or two. You?”

          “I am keeping my options open.” 

          “Y/N!” Y/B/F/N yelled from across the hallway.

          Y/N sighed a little. “I have to go, sorry about running into you like that, Lip.”

         “Don’t worry about it.”

          Y/N hurried off to meet her friend on the other end of the hallway and they immediately began giggling together. Y/B/F/N said something to Y/N that made her eyes widen and take a quick glance at Lip. When she saw that he was looking at her, she quickly turned back around to her friend, who began snickering.

           “Hello, earth to Lip?” Ian asked.

          “What?” He turned to face Ian and Mandy.

          “I was asking if we were still going to Rose Martin’s party tonight,” Ian said. 

          “Why wouldn’t we be?”

          “Because it’s in Old Town and we’re south side trash.”

          “Hey, we’re only trash if we think we’re trash, so stop thinking we’re trash,” Lip said.

          “Fine. Now tell me, what had you so distracted that you couldn’t answer me?” Ian asked.

         “Nothing.”

         “Bullsh-t!”

         Mandy smirked. “It was because of her wasn’t it?”

         “Who?” Ian asked.

         “Shut up, Mandy,” Lip said.

         “Y/N, Lip’s got a thing for her,” Mandy said.

         “Y/N Y/L/N? The same girl who cried when Eddie Carver kicked a baby rabbit over the school fence?” Ian asked.

         “That was third grade,” Lip said. “And I don’t like her like that.”
         “Why not? Because she’s too good for you?” Ian teased.

         “No, because she’s too f-cking innocent. It would be like being with a little kid all the time,” Lip muttered. 

          “I would believe you if you hadn’t been eye-f-cking her a second ago.”

        Lip didn’t respond, and he didn’t really know why he had gotten so defensive when Ian and Mandy began suggesting that he liked Y/N. He barely spoke to her except in passing and there was no way she would go for a Gallagher of all people. Somehow, he still found himself attracted to her innocent, shy nature. He would ruin her and she didn’t deserve that.



        Late that night, the party was in full swing at Rose Martin’s penthouse in Old Town, Chicago. Her father had won the lottery two months ago, so the penthouse was filled with gaudy art, strange mini statues that were considered art, and stainless, techy everything. Waka Flocka’s “It’s A Party” was blasting through the speakers as teenagers grinded to the beat throughout the penthouse. In the kitchen, a group of people were playing drinking games; the bathroom was dedicated to cocaine; the bedrooms were used for coitus; and the balcony was for the cigarette and pot smokers. Lip, Ian, and Mandy were in the living room in the middle of the chaos, dancing as they drank. Lip was near the threshold of being drunk, but was still in the place where the colorful lights didn’t transfix him and he still had control of himself. 

          “This is the best night ever!” Mandy shouted over the music.

           Ian and Lip shouted in response before they toasted her words and downed the vodka in their cups. It went down smooth since Rose could afford not to scrimp on the alcohol anymore.

         “I love Rose Martin!” Ian exclaimed.

         “You can’t, you don’t swing that way!” Lip shouted back.

         “F-ck it!”

        Lip and Mandy burst out laughing. In the midst of the madness, Mandy ended up grinding with some guy and Ian disappeared. Lip ended up wandering out of the living room and went outside to light up a cigarette. The sky was completely ink black with a few stars scattered in the mix. A few people were smoking pot or cigarettes around the balcony. In the corner was a group of girls wearing short dresses and skirts, giggling. One of them looked extremely familiar to Lip but he couldn’t put his finger on it. She flipped her y/hc ponytail and burst out laughing at something before turning around. Lip nearly dropped his cigarette.

        “Y/N?” he whispered.

        She was wearing an oversized blue button down shirt that managed to accentuate her curves with a pair of black over the knee boots. Her hair was pulled in a ponytail with a few strands falling around her face, which was made up in a tasteful fashion with gold eyeshadow bringing out her y/e/c eyes and blush to compliment her skin tone. She was holding a plastic cup filled with white wine and her friends had sneaky smiles on their faces when they saw Lip.

        “Lip!” Y/N stumbled over to him, managing not to spill a drop of her wine. “It’s so good to see you.”

       “What are you doing here?” Lip asked.

       “Drinking.” Y/N took a long swig of her drink to prove her point. 

       “I can see that, it’s just, this isn’t really your scene.”

       “I guess you don’t know me as well as you think you do.” She managed to smolder at him which managed to both amuse and arose Lip at the same time.

        “How many of those have you had?” Lip asked.

        “Don’t worry about it, Dad, I can handle my alcohol, see?” Y/N downed the rest of her wine and smiled.

         “Maybe you should go back to your friends.”

         “I’m sick of them, I want to talk to you.” Y/N leaned more of her weight into Lip and he paused to grab her. 

          He kept his lit cigarette between his lips as he pulled her to stand upright. “Fine, let’s talk.”

         “Can I try one of those?”

          “Why would you want to smoke?” Lip asked.

         “Because I can.”

          Lip looked at her skeptically before handing her cigarette and lighting it for her. Of course, Y/N almost immediately began coughing, making everyone turn to look at her and Lip. Lip shook his head as he patted her back.

          “You have to inhale deeper before you exhale, like this.” Lip showed her and Y/N nodded before following his lead. “See, it’s easy.”

          “Thanks,” Y/N said.

          “Geez, I feel like I’m corrupting you.”

          “You’re not. I’ve done a lot more than you think I have.”

          “What does that mean?”

         Unfortunately, Lip was interrupted by the strains of “Hips Don’t Lie” coming from inside. Y/N squealed. “I love this song!” 

          She tossed her cigarette down and ground it out with her toe before hurrying inside.

         “Y/N.” Lip got rid of his cigarette as well and followed Y/N’s lead.

         He almost immediately lost her but quickly spotted her dancing with Ian. They had created some sort of salsa two-step that mostly consisted of Ian twirling Y/N around and dipping her. Though Lip trusted Ian, he couldn’t help but feel protective over Y/N. It was strange how worrying about her sobered him up.

          “You’re being ridiculous; you barely know her,” he hissed to himself.

          He decided he needed another drink and headed into the kitchen. That’s where he found Mandy, mixing drinks at the kitchen counter while another group of people played flip cup.

           “Hey, stranger,” Mandy said as she poured a drink into a glass.

           “What made you hide out in here?”
           “Tyler Sanders’ hands kept wandering to places I did not want them to. I decided to see how good of a bartender I am.” Mandy handed him the glass she just poured.

           “Thanks.” He took a sip. “Not bad, what is it?”

          “Dirty martini.”

           “Of course. Did you know that Y/N was coming?”

           “No, but I saw Y/O/B/F/N leave the bathroom wiping her nose and figured Y/N had to be around somewhere. She is full of surprises.”

             “Yeah,” Lip muttered.

             “Do I need to make you another drink?”

              “Maybe later.”

             “That sour look on your face wouldn’t have anything to do with Y/N being into the party scene, right?”

             “Not really, it’s just weird seeing her drunk.”

            “I like it, it makes her more relatable. She’s not better than either of us.”

            “Of course she’s not. She goes to a Chicago public school.”

            “True, but maybe you’re so weirded out by it because you liked the idea of her being super innocent and you don’t like that you can’t be her first, well, whatever.”

             He hated how right Mandy was sometimes. While it was kind of cool to see Y/N let lose, Lip kind of liked the idea of making her do something bad just for him. He had no idea when those feelings started but seeing her act so drunk was bringing them out.

            After a couple more drinks, he and Mandy made their way back into the living room, where Y/N and Ian were the center of attention. It made sense since the openly gay Gallagher was grinding with the supposed sweetheart of the south side. 

             “Y/N’s got moves,” Mandy said.

             “Uh huh,” Lip said, trying to ignore the tinges of jealousy creeping up on him.

            However, everything came to a head when Y/N pulled Ian close and they began making out, causing everyone to scream and yell. That was the last straw. Lip quickly broke them up, much to the crowd’s chagrin.

             “What the hell, Lip?” Ian demanded.

            “Ian, you don’t know what you’re doing, you’re drunk and you have a boyfriend,” Lip hissed.

            “Not really, besides, Y/N’s a good kisser. Were you jealous?” Ian shot back.

              “Jealous? Why would you be jealous?” Y/N slurred. Then she grinned. “You wanna dance with me, Lip?”

                She wrapped her arms around Lip’s neck and leaned into him. Lip’s arms immediately wrapped around her waist out of instinct but he didn’t start dancing. Mandy and Ian had begun dancing together somewhere else in the room.

               “Y/N, you’re drunk.”

               “I wanna dance.” She turned around in Lip’s arms and began grinding against him, leaning her head against his chest.

               Lip gulped before hesitantly grinding with her, holding her hips and keeping her pressed against him. He didn’t know what got into him but he began kissing down the side of her neck. Then, he turned her to face him and grabbed her face in his hands and really looked at her. Her eyes were completely dilated but she was so beautiful.

                “I can’t do this.”

                 “Do what? Dance with me?” Y/N teased.

                “Not just that, it’s, you’re too perfect. You deserve better than this, better than me.”

                Lip moved to pull away from Y/N, but she grabbed him. Her eyes held a deep sincerity in them, albeit they were extremely dilated.

                 “You’re perfect,” she said with a large smile. 

                  “You’re drunk.”

                  “Yes, but I know that you’re funny, really smart, and loyal, a little impulsive, and a bit self-destructive. And you’re daring and really, really, really hot,” Y/N said.

                  “You really think all that about me?”

                   Y/N nodded. “Ever since second grade, but I thought I wasn’t cool enough for you, but I do go out sometimes and I have made many questionable decisions.”

                  Lip had a lot of questions, a majority of which had to do with what questionable decisions Y/N had made. But, all he could think about was how Y/N thought she wasn’t good enough for him. 

                 “You’re cool in your own way.”

                  “Now that’s a load of bullsh-t.” Y/N started laughing, a sound that made Lip smile.

                 He cupped her face in his hands again and slowly, she stopped laughing. Lip stayed quiet and leaned towards her slowly. Y/N closed her eyes, awaiting to be kissed only to be surprised when Lip kissed her on her forehead.

                 “You missed,” Y/N said.

                 “No. I want you to remember the first time I kiss you and you’re way too sh-tfaced to do that right now. If you still feel the same way about me when you’re sober, we can pick up where we left off.”

                 “But I want you now. I promise I won’t regret it.”

                 Lip didn’t listen to any of her protests as the night went on. So, they continued dancing, earning winks and rude gestures from Ian and Mandy. When the party was over, Lip took Y/N home to make sure she was safe. 

                “But who’s gonna walk you home?” Y/N asked as Lip helped her walk up the steps.

                  “I am.”

                “Why do you get to walk yourself home and not me?”

                “For one thing, I wouldn’t fall if you let go of my shoulders,” Lip said.

                Y/N huffed and leaned against her front door. Lip fished her keys out of her purse and unlocked the door for her. 

                “All right, now be quiet. The last thing we need is your parents coming after me.”

                Y/N nodded and wrapped her arms around Lip’s neck, giggling quietly. Before Lip could stop her, she pressed a sloppy kiss to his cheek before pulling away. “Good night, Lip.”

               “Night, Y/N.”

               She slipped into her house and Lip closed the door behind her.

               All he could do now was pray that she felt the same way about him in the morning.

Essays in Existentialism: Jurassic

I really love your fics so I was wondering if you’ll pleaseee write a clexa jurassic park au Tks

“Most meat eaters walked on two feet. This made them faster and left their hands free to grab their prey,” the professor explained, clicking the pointer so that the page changed. “Most plant eaters walked on four feet to better carry their heavy bodies. Some plant eaters could balance on two feet for a short time.”

Keep reading

anonymous asked:

Why do you love 2CT? Not trying to be rude (I love it too, especially now that it's not really a theory anymore), but I'm curious about the reasons behind your passion for it.

Oh, don’t worry, this is the kind of ask I love to answer!! ;D

(Warning: Long Post)

I personally love 2CT because it completely blew my mind when I first discovered it and understood what it’s about!

I’ve always thought Ciel is an only child (even though it was never confirmed in the manga), so when I first came across a blog post of a Japanese Kuro fan with the title “Ciel Twin Theory” back in March 2014, I thought “What a crack theory, how can he have a twin, he’s an only child?”, but then I read through their analysis and was fascinated about the amount of “hints”, then I bought all the comics and checked every scene that was mentioned in said blog post on my own. And to my surprise, the hints were REAL, they were there all along, some of them were so obvious (like Madam Red’s line “my nephews” or Joker’s line “the Earl and his children”) that I was totally dumbfounded like “How on earth could I have possibly overlooked all these hints until now!!??”.

Then in the same year Yana posted this blog post where she stated that that was exactly her goal: have the readers overlook those mostly subtle but sometimes also obvious hints at first reading and then make them go “WOW!!” when they reread the same scenes - this time with the knowledge of 2CT. Yana’s plan worked out perfectly for me, this theory was so mind blowing and fascinating that I have since become obsessed with it xD

Originally posted by vernybvitday

Sadly though, this “2nd reading WOW phenomenon” didn’t really happen in the Western fandom mostly because of language issues. For example, if you reread the Japanese version with the knowledge of 2CT, then you’ll notice that NO ONE actually ever explicitly stated that Ciel is an only child (they usually use vague expressions that can be interpreted as “singular” or “plural”).

However, if you reread the English translation (be it YP or online scanlations) to check the 2CT hints, you’ll find nothing but (inaccurate) translations like “this child” “that child” “my child” “he” “the body of a child” “my nephew” “the Earl’s child” etc which all contributed to the impression that Ciel must be an only child. I’m not trying to blame the translators, they generally do an amazing job, but since most of them didn’t know the 2CT, they automatically made “singular” of all those vague Japanese expressions, and unfortunately this caused the huge confusion and the strong disbelief of 2CT that is so prevalent in the Western fandom x(

Anyway, I do understand that 2CT isn’t everyone’s cup of tea and I’m not trying to tell people to like it, but, like I’ve stated many times, I just want people to acknowledge that 1.) 2CT is a very well thought out plot twist that cleverly takes advantage of linguistical traits (the vagueness) of the Japanese language (that’s why the majority of the Japanese fandom is so fond of this theory and fascinated by Yana’s tricks) and 2.) it’s not Yana’s fault that her linguistical tricks didn’t realy work well in the English translations as they did in the Japanese version :/ (The same thing applies to HP, it’s not Rowling’s fault that the Tom Marvolo Riddle -> I am Lord Voldemord anagram didn’t work at all in the Japanese translation xD)

identity — peter parker

prompt: jaebumps said: i see your request for a prompt and I raise you “who the f*** do you think you are?” With Peter Parker.

warnings: foul language  

notes: thank you for sending me a request, i really appreciate it! although this was kinda sorta really vague and i didn’t have much to go on so i kinda made it my own thing BUT it does still include this kind so i hope that’s good enough for you. also @ everyone; if you have a request or an idea for an imagine, PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE send me via my ask box. hope you enjoy.


The floorboards creaked slightly and the constant dialing of numbers filled the unusual emptiness of Peter Parker’s room—all from your own doing. 

You paced back and forth, staring at your phone and placing it against your ear as you sent texts—again, and again, and again, then repeat—and the incessant sound of a dial tone and Peter’s “Hey, it’s Peter…Parker…Sorry I can’t get to the phone right now, leave a message!” voicemail greeting was making your teeth grit with annoyance as you wondered where he was. 

This had got to be the tenth time he bailed on you (but hey! who’s counting?) during something that was incredibly important to and for you, and by now you were sick of it and worried about him. Your fingers could’ve grown sore due to how many times you clacked them against your phone’s digital keyboard and you were wondering, simply wondering, where on Earth a fifteen year old boy could be at nine o'clock in the evening for Pete’s sake! (No, you sighed, no pun intended.)

The vein in your head could’ve popped by now, considering how immensely stressed you were, biting your nails as you glanced out the door to make sure Aunt May couldn’t see you. She thought Peter was home, and you—being the wonderful best friend you were—knew that, with all she’s been through and with all the criminal uproar in the city lately, she’d go crazy if something happened to Peter, and she’d beat herself up if it was on her watch. Why you were saving his ass when you were, frankly, pissed off at him? You didn’t know.

Maybe it was because, no matter what this boy did, you’d have his back. Because you loved him. Even if he was a little shit that made you want to tug out your hair sometimes. 

With his answering machine repeating itself for the umpteenth time, you’d decided you’ve had enough. You went to close the door and your hands were shaking—you were that angry. Maybe you were overreacting, maybe you were just upset that he wasn’t being a good friend lately, but God, have you had enough. You sucked in a sharp, deep breath, crossing one of your arms across your chest as you waited for the irritating and irking beep! and you blew. 

“Peter…Benjamin…Parker, you are dead meat, you little son of a bitc—ugh! I’ve been waiting here for half an hour, pretending to talk to you because May would be livid if she found out you had snuck out. 

Speaking of you not being here—did you forget anything, Peter? Huh? Like, you’re fucking best friend, who you were supposed to finish an  essay with—your part of the essay. The essay that's—I don’t know, due tonight? That’s twenty percent of our grade. I can’t believe you’re doing this again.

 Do you even know how hard it was to convince my mom to go over to a boy’s house at this time? Incredibly hard, just so you know. Listen, Peter, I love you—but who the fuck do you think you are—”

Your voice is cut off by the robotic tone accompanied with his message box. “Sorry, voicemail box is full. Please try again later.”

Your lips are parted, your breathing is slightly shaky because of how angry and petty you want to be (and are), and your chest is moving up and down rapidly, your eyebrows knitted together as you calmed down. You steady your breathing and close your eyes for a moment, trying to recollect yourself. You open them again and end the call, regretting your actions and being glad that the voicemail hadn’t sent. 

You shoved your phone back in your pocket and sighed heavily, like a burden was being lifted from your shoulders but was slowly being replaced with guilt and shame. You couldn’t deny though—that kinda felt good. You let out a breath of relief: and Peter would never have to know. You turned around slowly, thanking the universe, only to be met with a half naked Peter.

“Oh my God,” you let out, both of you widening your eyes in shock and you quickly turned back around again, hoping you were just imagining him and that when you’d turn around again, him and his weirdly chiseled abs (seriously, when did he get those?) would be gone and you could be saved from the embarrassment. You turned around slowly with your eyes closed, opening one eye at a time. “Fuck, you’re still here.”

He hastily reached for a shirt that’s thrown on his bed and pulls it on, kicking aside something red and blue, his face contorted with shock. “Y/N, of course I’m here! This is my room! Why—” 

“Wait, how long have you’ve been standing there?” You ask him, heart pounding in your chest. Man, did you screw things up. “What did you hear?”

He gulps for a second, then frowns. “I’ve been here since you said my full name.” You massage your temples and mutter out an apology, but he stops you. “Wait—what did you see? Did you see me in my…”

He trails off and you immediately glance around the room and he notices, diving for his pile of laundry, both of you ending up in a heap of clothes as you wrestle him for whatever he’s trying to hide. So far he’s winning, but you’re not giving up that easily—especially since it’s a distraction from your horrible voicemail and you’re hoping he’ll forget it. 

“What are you hiding, Peter? Are you a drug dealer? You’re fifteen, you can’t go to jail—woah!” 

You tug harshly and nearly rip whatever you two are fighting over when suddenly you’re thrown back, one of your hands stuck against the bedpost of his bunk bed. You stop breathing for a second. Web. He just shot a web at you. You’re staring, taken aback with what just happened, and your eyes lock with his panicked ones. 

“I’m so sorry, but you have to let be me explain—”

“Holy shit, holy shit, you're—you, you’re Spider-Man. Oh my God. Peter, I think I’m going to cry and throw up. At the same time,” A tear slips out of your eye and you’re laughing, “I’m going nuts, I really am.” 

“Y/N, this is why I’ve been such a bad friend lately,” Peter confesses and he scoots closer to you and you’re in awe. "It’s not an excuse, I know, but I have these abilities and I’ve been using—”

“You’ve been using them to fucking save New York!” You shout and he clamps his hand over your mouth, but you continue mumbling anyway because dude your best friend is Spider-Man.

“Well, I wouldn’t say New York, mainly I’ve just been sticking to Queens, but whatever, that’s not the point. You cannot tell anyone about this okay? Too many people are finding out and that’s not good for a superhero. Like that’s seriously terrible for a superhero,” he says and he takes his hand off of your mouth.

“Of course, I won’t tell, I’m not an idiot, I’ve watched movies before!” You pause and try and pull yourself together. “Peter, I’m so sorry about that voicemail,” you immediately apologize, feeling stupid for feeling so angry at him. Sure, he was a bailing dipshit, but you’re sure that he cared more about saving lives than homework. “I should’ve just talked to you about how I felt.”

“No, you’re right. I’ve been unfair to you. I should’ve trusted you. I wanted to tell you, I really did, but it’s hard, okay? Mr. Stark has faith in me and I didn’t want to mess things up with him, you know,” he runs a hand through his hair, “I want to prove that I’m not just a kid.” 

“Peter, you’re fifteen, even superheroes deserve a break,” you say and you lean against his bed’s railing seeing as you there’s not much else you can do. You look up at him and smile reassuringly. 

“You’re right, but being Spider-Man is pretty fun,” he tells you and takes a seat next to you, giving you a teasing grin as he leans into you. 

“I hate you,” you claim as you shake your head at him. “You’re a piece of work, Peter Parker.”

“I know, but I’m your piece of work,” he slips out casually, glancing at you unsurely. “…Right?”

You shake your head and you’re chuckling because damn, you hate how right he is right now. “I don’t know. Are you sure Ned doesn’t already have that spot filled in?”

Peter shrugs, “Yeah, but I don’t know, I don’t want to kiss Ned—wait, crap. I didn’t mean to say that, well I mean I really don’t want to kiss Ned, he’s not my type when it comes to guys, but I do wanna kiss you. Kinda. Unless you don’t want to then I understand.”

Your heart stops in your chest and you looking at him—no, you’re gawking at him, and you don’t know what to say. “I’m not allowed to—you know that my parents would kill me if I went behind their backs and—they think I’m too young, Peter.”

You try and ignore the discouraged expression on his face, because you want to kiss him. You really, really want to. But he understands and he accepts it because he’s a good person, and this sucks because that only makes you want to kiss him even more. Both of you are silent for a moment and you roll your eyes at yourself and reach for his face. 

“I’m going to get murdered for this.”

At that, you connect your lips with him, your heartbeat thumping in your eardrums and the feeling of Peter’s lips on yours replace any thought that could possibly be thought in your brain right now. It’s slightly longer than you expected, but when you pull apart, you’re out of breath and you—you can’t believe you just did that

God, you were going to get grounded until you were thirty if your parents ever found out about this. 

“Peter,” you say with realization, and you refrain from kissing him again because  you’re honestly not trying to push your luck. 

“Yeah,” he utters, still dazed and in disbelief of the fact that you kissed him and he feels like he’s capable of anything right now, his heart pumping so much blood and adrenaline it’s like he’s on fire. 

“How do I get out of these webs? I’m, uh, I’m still webbed to your bedpost,” you laugh, and you don’t know what’s more is shocking: the fact that you kissed your best friend or that he was Spider-Man. Both were in the running for first place right now.

“Oh, right. Don’t hate me, but they dissolve in two hours.”

“Peter.”

“Yeah?”

“When this dissolves, I’m kicking your ass.”

“The tattoo of the snowflake with stars.” soulmateAU

SOULMATE AU SERIES // Title: “The tattoo of the snowflake with stars.”

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x (FEM) Reader

 Requested by: @12-kay-kit-kat  asked: #10 Bucky x reader please :3”

 Prompts: #10 “Soulmates aren’t real” (mine) AND Colorless tattoos that get color when you meet your soulmate AND Soulmates where you can communicate via thoughts. Both of the soulmate prompts are from that amazing blog that I’ve linked you to.

Word count: 2248 HOLY MOTHER OF MY CAT I GOT CARRIED AWAY

Warnings: THIS IS REALLY LONG. Swearing and swearing and fluff???? But just a little bit.

A/N: I combined my own prompt with two that I found about soulmates, because it’s been a while since I wanted to write about it and those two seemed cool. BUT OMFG I REALLY EJOYED WRITING IT AND GOT CARRIED AWAY AND WELL WELL. I really hope that you guys (and you beautiful person that requested)

Pietro’s Part || Steve’s Part. || MASTERLIST

|| I don’t own Bucky or any of the Avengers, they belong to Marvel. ||


“We all born with a colorless tattoo with a particular design that will only get color if you meet your soulmate, before that you’re available to talk with your soulmate through your thoughts. It’s a bond that will never be broken.”  Y/N read out loud, looking at his friend eyes.

They were at the public library doing some research for an essay. And of course her friend had to choose a topic as silly as Soulmates: real life or just a state of mind?” Seriously it as awful.

“Continue please” he said smiling kindly at her.

Keep reading

Essays in Existentialism: Reunited

Clarke and Lexa (who were dating on the ark) were separated the day Clarke was sent to the ground with The 100. When the Ark came down, Lexa was the only survivor in her station, and was taken in by the grounders, where the two of them, out of all places, are eventually reunited. But a lot of things have happened since they last saw each other— and the two are no longer the same people they once knew.

The explosions on the other side of the mountain make the horses buck, make them sprint and paw the ground anxiously. The pack of hunters watch from the edge of the forest as the giant object crashes into the Earth, so hard that even miles away they can feel the ground shake with the impact. For just a few seconds, an unnatural silence blankets everything. 

Keep reading

My Clexa Con Experience

I have taken a few days between the Con ending and now, I figured it would give me time to process what exactly happened that magical weekend… Turns out, it only made the job harder.

To articulate what happened, what I and many who attended the Con experienced- is near to impossible to do without sounding cheesy or ideological. But it was. That’s exactly what it was.

We created a space where everyone was accepted. We created a space where people of all ages, races, sexual orientation, gender identity, and belief system felt loved and accepted. Above all, we created a safe space where people could be vulnerable without fear of judgement. For those three days we had created a sort of Utopua for ourseves; no one fought, everyone was respectful, there was constructive conversations about race, representation, and how we could make our world a better place.

I arrived to Bally’s not expecting much, maybe 200-300 people- what I was met with was a convention center filled and a line that went on way past my wildest imagination. I picked up my camera, slapped on my “staff” badge, and I got to work.

Walking around the convention center I was met with so many beautiful faces. I tried to strike up a conversation with everyone I met before I take the picture- you can look in the eyes of anyone I had taken a picture with over that weekend. It’s my firm belief the difference between a good shot and a great shot is the relationship you build between a subject and yourself, you can see it in their eyes exactly what they’re thinking… If they like you or not, if they’re comfortable or not, if they want to be there or not.

I hope when my photos come out you can see what I saw through that lens… A group of amazing, passionate, beautiful women from all walks of life and all places.

Now getting to what I assume all of you have read this far for: Yes, Katherine, Dominique, Natasha, Elise, Elizabeth, Rachel, Zoie, Sarah, Amy, Jasika, and everyone are some of the nicest, most sincere people I’ve ever met. But I want to talk about a particular couple right now… WayHaught, or Kat and Dom. Listen to me when I tell you- I have never met two nicer, down to earth, smart, beautiful and incredible women. When Dominique talks to you, you feel like you two are the only ones in the room, she engages you in a way that’s almost hypnotozing, she makes physical contact to make sure you know she’s genuinely listening to what you’re saying… And Kat, where do I even begin. If you’ve ever watched an interview or a video of Kat talking, you can hear the kindness in her voice. When you talk to her you feel an almost safety blanket put around you, that she’s there for you no matter what.

The Shoot, WayHaught, and Hollstein panel was absolutely insane- and you could tell thqt the actresses thought it was just as bonkers as we did. I also want to take a moment to recognize all of the amazing panelists/interviewers- you guys made a hard job look easy. And Dana, having Elise and Natasha read from Clexa/Xena and Gabrielle/Carol scripts was one of the greatest things ever done on a panel EVER. It was unbelievable. Everyone I met over that weekend kept repeating the same question over and over… “Is this really happening?”

Yes. It happened.

I also met many people in the industry that I’ve long admired, notably Emily Andras (If you know me well, you know I was on board with Wynonna Earp since day one). I also took her writing class, the central theme of it being a WayHaught wedding- (she knows us too well 👀) and I learned so much valuable writing/industry rules to follow and goals to keep working on that I will never forget… Least of all my favorite piece of advice, “You know you’ve made it the first time you say ‘no’ in the writers room.”

Oh… And did I mention Sara Ramirez showed up? So, let me tell you a little story- on Saturday I worked about 10 hours, just photographing everyone and everything. I realized I had to finish a 5 page paper due for my English class that I had to get in before midnight, so at 10 p.m. I get to my hotel, write my essay and send it in… I then get peer Pressured into going into the “Sinful” party (Thanks Evan and Sam 😜) and didn’t get back to my hotel until around 3:30 am… So I slept in and unfortunately missed the Queer POC representation panel (the one I was really looking forward to) but by pure luck they were doing a part 2 later on! So… I get to the panel, and I use the term panel loosely as it was more of a very large group discussion about everything from race to safe spaces and who shows up? Sara Ramirez in all of her beautiful Bisexual glory. After that, she sort of became a panelist as well- talking about mental health (which hey ClexaCon 2018 how about a mental health panel!) And the difficulties growing up Bisexual and biracial. After the panel the entire room had a group hug.

Believe me when I tell you, Sara is one of the most charming people I met that weekend- and I learned more than I could ever thank her and the panel for. Being a queer white woman I know of many things, I know about mental health issues because I’ve suffered them, I know what it’s like to be in a wheelchair for an extended period of time and the difficulties that entails (and I also know how hard it is to re-learn how to walk), I know about being gay, and I know about having white privelage.

What I don’t know is race, what it means to be biracial, trans, Bisexual, asexual, gender non conforming, and many many other things. And I will never pretend that I do. Because I can’t possibly know what I haven’t experienced. That’s why as a screenwriter and someone who tells stories it was imperative for me to ask the amazing and diverse people in that room what I can do to help tell their stories and if it was okay to ask for them to help me do so, what they wanted to see in strong female characters that represents who they are. They were so gracious and kind, they gave so many wonderful suggestions and guidelines to work on that I will always keep in mind. I didn’t say much during the panel but that was the entire point of being a white woman in a room about Queer POC representation… It was my job to shut up and listen to them. And I’m so glad I did.


To Alexia, Sam, Lisa, Evan, literally ALL of the amazing organizers and volunteers- we have made something that will last for years to come. I hope to see you all next year for ClexaCon 2018, because there’s no way we’re letting this little piece of Utopia go.


-Rachel Kom Fotokru

Originally posted by alyciadebnamgifs

how to stay motivated

hey guys so recently I have had quite a few messages asking me how to stay motivated so I thought I would put it in one post so that people can see how I like to stay motivated and hopefully these tips help you too!


TIP #1 SET A GOAL

I feel like setting a goal is super important and this is my main source of motivation. I set little mini short-term goals and the odd long-term goal so I am surrounded by aims to get me motivated. 

So what is a short-term goal? A short-term goal is a goal that you want to set for the near future. The near future could be an hour, a day, a week, a month - but something that you can accomplish in a ‘small’ amount of time. Examples could include:

  • Getting up at 7am every morning and starting your work early
  • Reading a chapter of a book a day to improve your reading 
  • No chocolate for a month
  • No studying past 6pm
  • Keep a clean desk

A long-term goal is something that you want to reach but takes a lot longer to achieve. Long-term goals can include:

  • Going to university to study Law
  • Getting straight B’s in next years final exams
  • Landing a career in journalism
  • Gaining/losing X amount of lbs
  • Saving £X so you can go on holiday

I find setting a long-term goal can be helpful, but short-term goals are just as good. I have a long term goal at the moment to work hard and get good grades so I can go to university and study history. Whilst this is a good goal, I also need stepping stones to get me there and to keep that motivation flowing - these are my short-term goals: such as getting more organised for my final year, or getting an A on an essay I’ve written. 

Sometimes people don’t know what to do when they have to set a goal, but think slightly selfish for a bit and think about what you really want and how to get there. This sets up some motivation. I love having a goal because I feel like every small task I complete gets me one step closer to that goal of mine - almost like ticking an assignment off of your to-do list!


TIP #2 SCHEDULES AND TO-DO LISTS

Speaking of to-do lists, this brings me on to tip number two. I don’t know where I would be without a to-do list/schedule because without it, I would be an absolute mess. With having so much to do, it is impossible for me to keep a mental list of everything and writing it down helps so much!

Not only does it help me remember what I have to do, it also motivates me in so many ways. First of all, setting one up at the start of the day means that I know exactly what I need to get done and I want to get it done as quickly as I can, but without rushing it and so it makes me start straight away so I can tick things off of my list. 

This brings me on to the second reason why they motivate me so much - because every time you tick it off, you get an amazing feeling of satisfaction and relief that your to-do list is slowly getting smaller. Also, the amount of happiness it brings when you have ticked off everything you have to do is definitely such a good feeling and it is so amazing to know you have finished and you can now relax! Each time you tick something off, it motivates you to get the whole list done.

Schedules work in the same way, as you go through the day, there are less and less things for you to do and it makes you feel gradually more satisfied that you’re coming to the end of your work!

Pro tip: however, it is important to be realistic, if you set a to-do list with 15 things on it, it looks less appealing and you are less likely to do it. go for realistic lists that are long enough to keep you busy but small enough to manage!


TIP #3 BREAKING DOWN BIG TASKS INTO SMALLER ONES

This is actually quite simple and original but also helps massively and perhaps one of the most amazing things ever. If I have a massive chunk of homework for a subject, breaking it down into smaller tasks makes my life so much easier and saves me so much agro. 

Of course it isn’t always possible to break it down if your deadline is two days after it is set - but you can always break it down into two halves which makes tackling it seem a lot easier. 

I know some of my friends really don’t like doing this because they would rather just get it done and out the way, but if you are someone like me where motivation needs to hit me like a truck before I get work done, this can be a really good way to tackle projects and homework and isn’t as stressful. Whilst it might take slightly longer due to the breaking up of tasks, I actually find this more productive and makes things so much more manageable so I actually feel like I want to do the small task instead of the one large one. 

I break up the tasks and schedule these broken up tasks on my to-do list. For example, instead of reading a whole chapter and taking notes from my history books, I will just write ‘take notes from page X to page Y’ and it completely changes my frame of mind and makes me more positive.


TIP #4 DO THE TOUGHEST TASK FIRST

You probably must be thinking something like, ‘Jess you must be mad! why on earth would you do the hardest task first thats just the worst idea ever?!’ but honestly, this is something that can really change your mood and uplift you for the rest of the day - honestly, this tip works!

I completely understand that in a morning the first thing you are not going to want to do is that physics homework that entails you doing 3 pages of questions on oscillations and harmonic motion. However, doing the hardest task / things you don’t want to do first, not only makes you tackle it with a fresh mind after waking up (or after a break from school or whatever it is you were doing), but also afterwards, you feel more confident and motivated to get the rest of the things done which are more enjoyable and is actually more motivating because you have got the worst thing out of the way.

You also don’t want to not do it and then set it for another day, when you are probably going to procrastinate getting it done. Get it out of the way!

We all know that leaving an assignment you really don’t want to do until last is perhaps the worst thing you can do, as you take one look at it and decide you have had enough and need a break or some sleep. Prioritising this first means that you can get everything done without leaving the thing you didn’t want to do. 


TIP #5 YOUR SUCCESSES ARE IMPORTANT, BUT THINK ABOUT YOUR FAILURES TOO!

This one is a great one to bare in mind and this really applies to me at the moment and is actually where my main source of motivation has come from since the 18th August (results day!).

For me, getting great results is a massive success, and receiving results such as A’s and B’s makes me very very happy and much more motivated. It gives me a spark of inspiration to keep going to make sure that I keep that up! Whilst I know grades aren’t everything, they are really important to me and so this is why when I get very good results, they motivate me to keep me going to achieve more - and it ends up in a cycle!

However, whilst good grades motivate me to carry on performing at my best and to keep working hard, it is important that I understand my failures too, and so should you. A failure for me isn’t a specific grade as such, but where I am disappointed at myself for getting something or knowing I didn’t perform as well as I should have, or an unexpected failure as I thought I had done better than I did.

From these failures/mistakes, these also motivate me to do better next time, or to focus on improving myself and my technique to be the best I can be. Failures/mistakes can make you more motivated than what your successes can, because it motivates you to find areas of improvement and work hard and improve techniques so that you can get to where you want to be - you can get to that goal! 

Successes and failures are so important in receiving motivation. Not only do they provide you with something to keep you going, but they build you as a character and I think that is a lovely thing!


TIP #6 MAKE USE OF YOUR CREATIVITY

I find that since joining the studyblr community, I have found really nice ways to be creative and to make my notes look neater and more appealing for me to look at. This might seem to be such a silly little tip, but drawing simple doodles or fancy titles really motivates me. 

Whilst making my notes look more aesthetically pleasing takes slightly longer, I find it calms me with anxiety as I am being creative whilst I am working and it is a really great way for me to stay relaxed. So not only does it bring me motivation, but calms my anxiety too! Killing two birds with one stone!

This point doesn’t really apply when I am revising, a fancy title will probably do; and also when I am taking notes in class, I never bother; but when I am going over things or making flashcards, it helps to make things look more appealing so I am more likely to pick them up and go for them and learn. 

Some might disagree that this would actually make them less inclined to do work, but if you need to alleviate stress, get motivated or just want to make your notes look nice, then this could be for you!


TIP #7 BREAKS AND REWARDS!!

Breaks and rewards give you so much motivation whilst you are doing your work! I study and revise probably more than what is healthy, and so I like to make sure I have a nice break whenever I can because I work myself very hard. Sometimes, something can take me about 2 hours and so a half an hour to an hour’s worth of break can really help me before I start something else. 

You can try having a break every 45 minutes, every hour or two hours; but make sure your break really puts your mind at ease before you start work again. You need to make sure you give your brain a good rest. 

You can have a break or reward yourself by having a nice shower, going for a walk or to the gym, cooking, having a coffee and a biscuit, meeting up with some friends, going on social media, having a nap - whatever it might be, as long as you have that break you will feel so much more refreshed after! It also motivates you to get things done so you know you can have a break after you have finished your task and makes you feel compelled to finish it so you can relax!


TIP #8 GET HELP ALONG THE WAY

This is actually a really important point and can help maintain motivation in the long run. Getting people to help you can be a really good way to stay motivated. Tell people, such as your friends and family, about the goals you have set for yourself or that you are struggling to stay motivated and ask them to help you. 

My friends sometimes study with me and help me with things I don’t understand which can help maintain my motivation. When I finally understand something or I go over things with my friends, it can make me feel more confident and uplifted that I know things and spurs me on. Letting family know about your goals also helps them support you which is a really significant part of motivation, because if no one is there to support you, the will to carry on eventually disintegrates and you don’t want that! 

Make sure that you do have some support, whether it be from friends, family or the studyblr community, but ensure you are surrounded by people who can motivate you and who can help you along the way so that you can achieve these goals and keep you on target! Sometimes, motivation doesn’t come from the things you do, but from the environment that you’re in - which is why support and help is such a good source of motivation!


That is the end of the tips I have on how to stay motivated. Hopefully they are good starting points for you all! Let me know if you try any of these tips for a while and tell me if they have helped you, it is always nice to see what people think and if these things work - remember if they don’t, that everyone is different and different things work for different people!

Not Your Girlfriend [Sirius Black - Marauders Era] [Part 3]

Prompt: After a love potion is slipped into Sirius Black’s drink, his feelings for Y/N L/N turn from an unadmitted crush to full-blown adoration. On the opposite spectrum, Y/N L/N is just now coming to terms with her feelings for Sirius Black. When a love potion enters the equation… oh, boy.
Warnings: Swearing, Sexy Sirius
Additional Note: If you guys want a Part 4 and Part 5, or just a part dedicated entirely to smut, then message my inbox and I’ll get right on it! And don’t forget to request, y’all :)
Word Count: 1191


Sirius Black felt utterly miserable that weekend, and for the first time since attending Hogwarts, he was working on homework. Most shocking of all, it was a Charms essay. It was nearing three in the morning and he was sat in the Gryffindor common-room, a quill and parchment on hand and his tongue sticking out of his mouth in concentration as he looked down at his illegible scrawl. James, Remus, and Peter were fast-asleep in bed, and while they had asked Sirius if he wanted company, Sirius honestly just wanted to be left alone to his own thoughts. They were just being good friends, he knew, but after embarrassing himself in front of Y/N and coming out of his obsessed stupor with every memory intact, he merely wanted to fall off the face of the Earth. It didn’t help that Y/N was avoiding him, or that James and Remus were babying him, or that the professors were piling on more class-work than any of the students at Hogwarts could chew.

It was only just three days since the love potion fiasco. The immediate day following his humiliation, he’d approached Y/N to apologize, but she seemed to know just what his intentions were because she’d flushed bright red and turned in the opposite direction, towing Lily along with her. Even James and Remus were in on the plan, but when they themselves went to ask Lily on her friend’s feelings toward Sirius, they didn’t get a single word out of her mouth that wasn’t an insult. “You blithering toe-rag, stay away from me and Y/N,” Lily had snarled, or so James reported. “She doesn’t want to see any of you.”

Sirius was a notorious playboy, known around Hogwarts for his womanizing ways. Prongs was the one meant to suffer indefinitely from unrequited love, and now here Sirius was, taking a page from James’s book and moping about from Y/N’s rejection. He didn’t even want to go back to his no-play, no-foul techniques; a fifth-year asked him out to a cupboard for a quick snog just two days ago, and Sirius had said no. He was now starting to acknowledge that maybe he really did like Y/N L/N. Funny, though, that it had taken a love potion and anonymous supplier for him to finally admit to it.

Sirius rubbed a hand over his face and sighed tiredly. He was getting nowhere with his thoughts, his essay, or solutions to getting Y/N to talk to him. He just could not get himself to stop thinking of Y/N and all the could-have-beens that incited a massive ball of woe and wistfulness in the pit of his stomach. Too busy caught inside of his own head, he didn’t hear someone coming down from the girls’ dorm until the couch sunk with newly-added weight. The feeling of a new presence caused him to slowly lift his head. He nearly fell backward off the couch when he saw that it was Y/N.

She was staring at him, a hand stretched out as though she were just about to garner his attention by shaking him. Strangely, she looked nervous—lower lip jutted out, brow scrunched into creases, nose wrinkled, cheekbones taut. Even her neck looked like it was all nerves. She looked worse than Sirius did, and he knew that his face was sagging with fatigue and stress. He didn’t even want to think that maybe, he wasn’t the only one hurt by this. It gave him false hope, and after all he’d been through with being and feeling unwanted, he just couldn’t allow it to happen again.

“Hi, Sirius.” Her voice felt foreign, though Sirius couldn’t deny the tremors in his heart at hearing her speak. The way she was looking at him, it couldn’t be fake. Could it?

Sirius swallowed hard, eyes flickering from her face to the hands she now laid in her lap. He settled on turning his focus to the fireplace. “Hi,” he said. He refused to say her name aloud. He would instantly break if he did.

Y/N scouted closer, eying him with a guilt-ridden expression—one he did not have the chance to notice. “I hope you know how sorry I am,” she whispered. “James talked to me in Potions yesterday, said how you’d been wanting to apologize ever since what happened. But I… I didn’t think that’s why you wanted to see to me, Sirius. Believe me, I haven’t been meaning to avoid you. It’s just—I…” She looked away, embarrassed. Her tone of voice had Sirius looking away from centerfold to eye her.

He bit his lip so hard he tasted blood. He had to hold himself back from saying anything drastic. “You didn’t want to be seen with me, I get it,” Sirius said. For the second time that night, he ran a hand over his haggard face. “Bloody hell, I wouldn’t want to be seen with me either.”

Y/N shook her head, lips shaping into a frown. “Sirius, no. That’s definitely not it.”

He stared at her, feeling his heart pounding with anticipation. “Then what is it?” he spat. She just looked at him. “I’m sorry if thought it was oh-so bloody damn embarrassing to have Sirius Black confess his feelings to you. I’m sorry you thought you could let it slide by as a damned heat of the moment.”

Y/N was speechless for a few long moments. Then, she finally came out from her stupor. “You were under the influence of a love potion, Sirius.” She was eying him carefully. “I was… that’s why I didn’t want to see you. I thought you were embarrassed to be seen with me.”

“It wasn’t just the love potion talking, Y/N. Are you that daft?” Sirius finally snapped, his patience no longer a virtue. “That’s why I didn’t magically start liking some other girl. It’s because it’s you—you’ve cast some bloody spell on me. I can’t even kiss other girls anymore without wanting to cry out your name. You know that? You’ve turned me into a lovesick dog, for Merlin’s sake.”

“Sirius…” Y/N’s face was flushed; her eyes were wide as quarters. Saying his name just caused her breathing to become uneven, her heart to accelerate its pace. “You can’t possibly mean that…” Can you?

“But I do, Y/N. I truly do. You may think I’m just some playboy, but believe me—I have feelings; I have a heart. For some bloody reason, I like you, Y/N. I like you a lot.”

Y/N smiled down at the floor, then looked up at Sirius with a smile on her face. “I think that might still be the love potion talking,” she teased before her face grew serious. “I like you too, Sirius. I like you a lot, actually.”

“Well,” Sirius said. He didn’t think he’d have made it this far as to actually get a confession from her. “That’s interesting. You wouldn’t happen to want to kiss, would you?”

She leaned forward, pressing herself closer to his aristocratic face. “I definitely wouldn’t resist,” she said with a laugh. And with her acceptance, Sirius quickly captured her lips in a kiss.

Today’s The Day

Request: Could you please write an EXTRA FLUFFY Sirius x reader imagine? Thank you very much! Xx

and

hello! sorry to bother you but I was just thinking if you can write a small imagine if sirius finally having the courage to flirt and ask out his gryffindor crush who is known of being intimidating (just like me lol)

Word Count: 2,041

*****************************************************************************************************

“Alright, Prongs, today’s the day,” Sirius declared confidently. “Is it?” James smirked. “Yes,” Sirius replied. “You sound pretty sure of yourself there, Mate,” James pointed out, amused. “I am. I’m gonna do it. I’m gonna go up to her in the library after dinner and sweep her off of her feet and by the time I leave, she’ll be head over heels in love with me,” Sirius tugged on his collar, his boldness almost palpable. “Well good luck, Pads,” he laughed, mumbling under his breath,“You’re going to need it.” “I am not going to need it!” Sirius called as he left the common room for dinner. 

Keep reading

Warm - final part

Warm - part 3/3 | Joe Sugg | imagine
Word count: 5229
Request: The reader meet Joe randomly in the street and then they start to date and are really in love but they are both worried about the difference age because Joe is 25 and the reader is 17-18
A/N: In case you forgot what happened, you can check the part 01 in here and part 02 in here! I really enjoyed writing this, I hope you liked reading it! See you all soon!
You can find more Buttercream Squad content here | Requests are open 

“You’re dropping it! You’re dropping it!” Joe exclaimed and you couldn’t do anything but laugh at his despair about your ice cream. “I’m serious, Y/N! It will fall!”

You two finished your dinner and he took you for a walk after that. You had an enormous ice cream, with 4 flavors in it just because Joe dared you. He got himself a normal one, which you bought because he already paid dinner and it was probably the only thing you could ever buy to him with your amount of money. He thanked you and you started walking in the sidewalk of the beach, something not appropriate to do with your heels, but you were having such a good time you didn’t care.

“Y/N! It’s going down, it’s goin down!” He shouted and then, as if it was his instinct, he licked your ice cream.

“Joe!” you complained.

“It would fall!” he argued and then gave a big smile. “That taste really good.”

You laughed again of his silliness. “Yeah, I know. It’s the finest flavours together, nothing could get wrong.”

“I wish I got that.”

“You can take as much as you want of mine.” you offered with a sweet smile, you were so happy this was your first date with Joe.

He gave you a cheeky smile. “And what about you?”

You frowned. “I’m still getting my ice cream, I didn’t say you could have all of it!” you joked.

“No,” he stopped walking and turned his body to you. “I meant what about having you?”

You blushed, grateful because it was dark. “Well…” you raised one eyebrow “you can have as much as you want of me too.”

“Yeah?” he smiled and put his hands in your waist.

“As long as you don’t drop me.” you teased.

“That’s your job, dropping things.” he stated, getting closer.

“We’ll be fine then, I don’t intend to let this drop.”

“Good.”

And just like a movie scene, you two kissed. You could feel the ice cream melting and running in your hand, but you moved your arm so it didn’t get in your clothes and you were fine, after all, during that kiss, everything in the world was fine.

.

“I can’t believe you were on a date with Joe Sugg!”

“Shh, Y/F/N, no one can know.”

“It’s not like people would think it’s real, Y/N.” your friend rolled her eyes.

You giggled, she was right. “You have a point.”

“And how your parents are dealing with it?”

You bit your lip. “Hum…”

“Oh no, Y/N.”

“I actually didn’t tell them yet.” Y/F/N sighed, you were getting in trouble for that. “They know I’m seeing someone, but they think is someone from school.”

“Y/N!” she complained. “I’ll need to deal with your shit afterwards!”

You forced a smiled. “I’m sorry?” she rolled her eyes. “But, for real now, I intend to tell them. I’m just seeing where the things are going to, you know? I mean, he can have any girl in England, I really doubt he’s going to stick to me.” Your phone rang, interrupting you, a new message arrived. It was Joe.

Zoe and Alfie are out today, wanna hang?

You smiled, forgetting Y/F/N was beside you. Okay. I can’t come back late, though. Homework is something you don’t like, but something you gotta do, unfortunately.

“I’m guessing it’s he.” She said.

“Yeah, he’s still in Brighton.” the device rang again. You can come here and bring your study stuff, what about that? “He’s inviting me to Zoe’s house.”

Y/F/N raised an eyebrow. “And you are worried about him not sticking to you.”

“It doesn’t mean a thing, Y/F/N. I like him, apparently he likes me too. I’m happy about this. I can’t risk thinking I’m special or something.”  That sounds great, actually.

Ok! Send me a message when you can come.

.

You were trying to convince yourself it wasn’t a big deal, however as you jumped out of the car, you couldn’t control your nerves anymore. You were fucking 17, you were in your right to freak out over a boy, but when the boy is 25? Chill, honey.

You heard the doorbell inside the house after you pressed the button and watched Joe come to let you in. He gave you a little smile and you smiled back, the bubble of anxiety popping and letting you breath.

“Are you lost or something? I think your house is not around here, Y/N.” Joe joked.

You rolled your eyes. “Hello to you too, Joseph.”

“I’m kidding, sorry” he said laughing, grabbing your waist and giving you a soft kiss on the lips.

“That’s a better reception.” you approved.

“Yeah, I thought you would like that more.” he took you by the hand and started moving around.

“I do, actually, thanks.” Joe leaned you to the sofa and both of you sat down. “So, what are we going to do?”

“Nothing?” Joe suggested.

“So you usually bring girls to your sister’s empty place without a plan?” you teased and Joe laughed.

“Let’s just say this is not something that usually happens, alright? Especially because my girls don’t usually have school homework to do.”

“I’m one of your girls now, Joseph?” you asked with one eyebrow raised, ignoring the jump of your heart.

“You know what I mean, like, girls that I go out with.”

You nodded, pretending you were okay with him being more casual than you liked him to be. “Yeah.”

.

“You need to stop being so insecure of yourself, Y/N.” Y/F/N argued, walking side by side on the hall.

“I know.” you grumbled. “I just don’t know how I should react to things. I never had this kind of stuff and suddenly I am dating a 25 year old.” you sighed. “Not any 25 year old, by the way, Joe Sugg. I mean, what the hell? There’s a manual for this thing? It should have.”

“Take it easy.” she recommended.

“Trust me, I’m trying to. It’s so hard!” you complained. “I don’t know how he is used to lead a relationship.”

“You know that he probably is afraid of what you think too, right?”

“Well, I’m hoping so.”

Y/F/N rolled her eyes. “I think he really likes you, I mean, there’s no reason why he would take you on dates or even stay in Brighton if he didn’t.”

You couldn’t help but smiled, you could feel the butterflies on your stomach having a party. “Stop it, Y/F/N. You are raising my expectations by doing this. Let’s stay grounded, he’s going back to London today and you and me need to finish that Chemistry essay.”

“You want to come over my house to do it?” she suggested.

“Fine, let me just check out if my mom lets me.”

.

You and Joe were walking in a small park near to the centre of Brighton. It was in the middle of the week and Brighton was starting to get really cold, so you guys should be covered.

You talked to each other everyday on Whatsapp, but it wasn’t the same thing. He tried to come and see you at least once in two weeks, something that you found amazing. He would stay at Zalfie’s and you would go out to do something that would be safe to do if you were just friends. The last thing you wanted was midia freaking out because Joe Sugg was dating a girl who still didn’t finish high school yet.

“How clingy it would be if I say that I missed you?” You asked.

Joe stopped walking and held your both hands “Really clingy.” and then he smiled. “But I missed you two.”

You laughed and then kissed. “Are we dating or something? Because we are really cute together.” you joked.

“I don’t know, we are?” he played along.

Your heart sank with his question, even if it was a joke. Although the dating thing went really well and you were together for almost two months now, it was something official for him? You didn’t know. You knew that he would go out and have some drinks and you were totally fine with that, but you still had your insecurities about your status… Did he go out, have some drinks and be with girls too? Because you could date each other and see other people, right? And why on Earth he would be just with you? You two didn’t have anything more than a few kisses… The things hitted sometimes, but he would stop everything before it could lead to something more than just kissing and you just were lost in the tracks.

“What?” Joe asked, concerned about your worried expression. “I said something wrong?”

“No.” you answered, walking again. He didn’t move.

“Y/N.” he called, holding your hand and pulling you back to where you were.

“Yes?” you pretend you were fine.

“Can you please tell me what I did wrong?”

You sighed. “You didn’t do anything wrong, Joe.”

“So why are you like this?”

“Like what?”

“Suddenly, all nervous.”

You bit your lips. “Okay, I will tell you.”

“Thank you!” he said ironically.

“Don’t judge me.” you asked.

“Never.” he promised.

“I know we are dating, but it’s not like I’m your girlfriend or something serious and I’m just wondering…”

“Wait.” he stopped you. “I thought you were my girlfriend.”

Your eyes widened. “Really?”

“Yeah… I mean, it’s not like I’m going out with anyone else and, I totally get it if you want to, but I don’t want to share you…”

You smiled. “It means that if you had to introduce me to someone you randomly met on street you would say ‘Hey, this is Y/N, my girlfriend’?”

Joe smiled too. “Yeah.”

“Good.” you nodded, happy enough to start walking again. “It means that I can introduce you as my boyfriend too.”

“I hope so.” Joe thought the situation was really funny, you were kind of crazy sometimes.

“But Joe…?”

“Yes, Y/N?”

“Why don’t you want us to have sex?” you asked. Now that your biggest fear was clear out, you weren’t afraid to ask anything.

Joe gasped. “For who was thinking if we were girlfriend and boyfriend two minutes ago, you made a huge evolution asking about sex, don’t you think, love?”

You laughed. “I’m serious, Joe.”

“Fine…” he agreed and ran his hand through his hair.

“What I’m trying to say is that is not like I’m virgin or something so why you…” you tried to help him.

“Oh, you are not virgin?”

“Hum… no?”

“For real, Y/N.” he asked.

“Yeah, Joe, for real, I had sex, it’s pretty awesome, why don’t you want to have some?”

Joe laughed. “I know is pretty awesome.”

“So why don’t you want to have it?” you asked, getting frustrated.

“I thought you didn’t had sex before.”

You rolled your eyes. “I can’t believe it.”

He hugged you, interrupting your walk. “I’m so happy right now. I wasn’t able to think how to do things in the proper way.”

It was your turn to laugh. “I can’t believe you are this happy about getting laid, for fuck’s sake, Joe.”

“Literally.” he pointed out, making you two laugh. “Also, it’s not only getting laid, but it’s getting laid with the most gorgeous girl around here.”

You rolled your eyes, not believing in his words. “So that means that we can have sex now?”

“Now? In the middle of the park? What kind of perverted are you?” he joked.

“Shut up, you know what I mean.”

“I know.” he smiled “I will see if I can stay until the weekend.”

“Oh, who is the perverted now?”

.

Joe didn’t want to admit to himself, but dating a 17 year old putted a lot of pressure on him. He was trying to take things slow and you would come and hit him hard like a truck by showing more maturity than he or he thought something was okay and didn’t realise you had insecurities about it. Not only the sex or being his girlfriend, but simple things like flirtatious jokes or what you should wear for this or that. So when he found out you weren’t sure you were his girlfriend, he thought that he should make things official for real (and work out the sex thing too).

When it was friday, you said to your parents you were getting out on a date again, because if you were Joe’s girlfriend for real, your parents probably should know that soon. The safest way for telling was saying you were seeing a boy (as they knew already), then you would tell Y/F/N knew who the guy was, later you would tell that he was kind of famous, next you would spit that he was a youtuber to finally reveal his name was Joe Sugg and he was 8 years older than you. If you and Joe were still together by this time, you would be fine, the relationship was meant to last.

So Joe picked you at your house again. You dressed a little more relaxed than the first time, with a high waisted flared jeans and a white blouse. Now it was winter for real and, as consequence, you needed to add a huge coach over all your clothes.

“Hey, babe.” You said, getting in the car.

“Hello, love.” you smiled. The first time you said to Joe that you like when he called you “love”, he found that odd because he called everyone “love”, however he called you that more often now. “You look lovely.”

“Yeah, you too are not bad, Sugg.” you admitted, giving him a smack.

“I do what I can.” he smiled and started driving.

He was really nervous about what he was going to do, after all, not even when he was 17 he did something like that.

“Are you ok?” You asked, seeing him a little tense by the way he grabbed the steering wheel.

“Fine, yeah.’ he nodded.

“Honey, you don’t seem fine.”

“I am.”

You didn’t say anything anymore, eventually he would tell you what was going on. You weren’t the kind of person who would pressure someone to say something even if you were dying inside to know.

“Can I put some music, then?” You asked, trying to light things a little.

“Of course.”

You turned the radio on and tried to find a music you liked. Joe was refusing to talk and you weren’t sure of what to do, so you sang along to the tune was playing and scrolled through you Instagram’s feed. You were used to just be with Joe, even if there was nothing to say, so you were fine.

The car pulled over and you thought Joe was picking his wallet and stuff, so you still were in your cellphone when you realized he wasn’t moving. You looked at him to find him starring you. You giggled.

“What?” You asked.

“Nothing.” he said with a smile.

“Joe…?” he ignored you and opened his door and got out of the car, he bypassed the automobile so he could open your door for you too. “Joe!” You exclaimed as you took the hand he was offering as help.

“Nothing, love.” he said, conducting you to where you were meant to go. “I was just thinking how beautiful you are.” he admitted and gave you a kiss on the head while entering a hotel.

You smiled, it was really sweet of him. And what he didn’t tell you was that not only he thought you were beautiful, but he was lucky to met you and things just worked out.

You didn’t know why you were having a fancy dinner again, but you thought it was Joe’s way for “doing things in the proper way” as he originally wanted to do.

“So…” He started, looking away from the menu to face you.

“So…?” you encouraged.

“I think the last time I did this I was 16, so please be nice to me? I might mess things up but let’s just play along, I don’t care. Fuck it.”

You laughed. “Joe, is only food.”

He rolled his eyes. “No, not this, Y/N.”

You laughed again, what was going on?

“Okay, so what is it?” You asked, holding his hand in the table.

“You asked another day if I was introducing you as my girlfriend, right?”

“Oh, fuck, you are breaking up with me.”

“No! Y/N, no!” his eyes widened and you sighed. Thanks gods.

“Fine, continue then.”

“I want to make things oficial.”

“What? I thought we were oficial already.”

“Yeah, I know, but I mean, really oficial. Because you thought we weren’t and I don’t want you to feel that way, so I bought this.” he took a small box out of his pocket and placed on the table. You were shocked. “Calm down, it’s not a wedding ring.” you sighed again.

“Joe, you can’t do this kind of thing to me, I can’t handle this stuff.”

He laughed of your reaction. “Relax, Y/N.” you nodded. “Well, you know I can’t use a commitment ring without freaking everyone out, so I thought it was fine if I just give you a bracelet instead.” he took the package and opened it, revealing a delicate silver piece with little sparkling spots in it. “See? I bought one to me too.” he said, showing you a bracelet similar to yours but without the shining bits.

“This is amazing, Joe.” you smiled, holding the little box to see it closer.

“Let me put it on you.” he asked.

“Of course.” you agreed, giving it to him so he could put in your wrist.

“Perfect” he approved, you couldn’t smile bigger than you did.

He seemed a lot more relaxed now.

“So this was the reason you were acting strange before?”

“Yep.”

You giggled. “You’re so silly sometimes, Joseph. You thought I would say no?”

“Maybe?”

“Fucking adorable you are.”

“Thanks?”

“You’re more than welcome.” you said as you got up to sit on his lap and give him a kiss.

.

After two weeks Joe gave you the bracelet, you were at Zalfie’s house again. The couple was in the kitchen and you were upstairs with Joe, he was watching TV and you were doing your homework.

“Y/N.” He called.

“Yes, babe.” you said, not really focused in your boyfriend, compenetrate in doing your History task.

“Are you done?”

“No, honey.”

He grunted and then you felt arms wrapping you. “C’mon, you can watch whatever you want.”

“Sounds tempting, babe, but I can’t. I have to finish this first.”

“You don’t need school, Y/N. I didn’t go to college and turn out just fine.”

“Yes, you are a youtuber, Joseph. We, mere mortals, need college to have a future.”

“No, you don’t. I can support both of us.”

You laughed as you finished doing the exercise. “This is the way you are going to make me be dependent of you so you can have me for the rest of our lives?” you asked, finally looking at him.

Joe smirked. “Maybe.”

“I should watch out, shouldn’t I?” you asked, kissing him.

“Yes, as soon as you possibly imagine, I’ll be kidnapping you.” He pulled you to the bed while kissing you.

You giggled. “Your sister is just downstairs ready to hear me scream, Sugg.”

“NO, I’M NOT!” Zoe yelled.

“Please don’t fuck in our bed!” Alfie asked.

You and Joe laughed hard. “It’s not that kind of scream, guys!” You cleared.

Joe whispered in your ear: “Although I can make you scream in this way too”

You blushed. “Fuck off, Joseph.”

.

“You can’t have this much in one bite! It is not fair!” Joe complained as you took a large spoonful of petit gateau with ice cream from the dessert you two shared.

It’s been a week and a half since the homework afternoon. Things never were better. Now you two were having dinner in a charming little restaurant on a thursday night.

You laughed “It’s not my fault if you are a little slow, Joe! And I’m not saying this only for the sweet issue.” you joked, you always were making fun of Joe being afraid to have sex now that you two were completely established as a couple.

“Wo-ho, someone is playing dirty!” you smirked. “But I’ll take that, because I kinda was.”

“Kinda? C’mon…” you were interrupted by someone coming on your table’s side. Your eyes widened, you cleared your throat by seeing who it was: The man was really tall and just one or two years older than your companion. “Hi mr. Daniells.” You blinked, Joe was confused, and you got up to hug the stranger.

“Hi, Y/N!” the man said.

“This is Joe…” you swallowed hard. “ I mean, Joseph.”

“Hello!” Mr. Deniells said with a big smile in his face. “Nice meeting you.”

Joe continued to be lost, but he stood up too and shook the man’s hand. “Same.”

“Ér… Mr. Deniells is my literature teacher.” Joe got your nervousness.

“Oh.” that was all your date said, a little remind you were 17.

“Sorry, am I interrupting something?”

You forced a smile. “Of course not, Mr. Deniells.”

“We are out of class, Y/N. You can call me Steven.”

I prefer not, Mr. Deniells. “I can’t, it’s inevitable.” you noticed Joe being in completely silence. “And where is your wife? Or you are by yourself tonight?”

“Actually, I was parking my car. She should be in here somewhere, but I guess she’s at toilet… It’s our wedding anniversary.”

“Congratulations!” you said, Joe followed you and cheer up too.

“Thank you.” he said.

“How many years?” you asked.

“Six.” the teacher answered.

“Oh my God, already?” you were surprised. “You’re so young!”

“Well, I’m 27, you’re 17… I’m old.” he joked and you almost cried, for fuck’s sake, he could make things worse?

“Joe is 25 and we get along like we are the same age. I don’t think you’re old, mr. Daniells.” you tried to make things a little sweeter.

“I mean, I’m your teacher.” he laughed, you could see Joe’s thoughts of wanting kill himself in that exact moment.

“You’re just being harsh on yourself” you guaranteed.

“That’s nice of you, thank you, Y/N.”

“Any time, Mr. Daniells.” you smiled for real, thinking he would go away.

“So, this is your cousin that you always are talking about?”

He must be kidding with you. Fuck off, Mr. Daniells!

“No, actually…”

“I’m her boyfriend.” Joe answered, grumpy.

“Oh, I’m sorry.” your teacher said.

“It’s fine.” you smiled as gentle as you could.

“So I was interrupting something…”

“It was nothing, professor, for real.”

“My wife is here. I will leave you two alone, sorry.”

“See you soon.” you said and sat down as he was leaving, Joe made the same. The silence fell. “Well, that was something…”

“All your teachers are dicks like that?” Joe asked.

“Joe!” you complained. “Don’t say this.”

“I’m trying to have a date with my bloody girlfriend!”

You rolled your eyes and opened a smile, you knew he was pissed for the right reasons and not because of Mr. Deniells.

“Fine, this outbreak is giving me the right of having the last bite of dessert.” You said, raising your shoulders to make fun out of the situation and distract Joe of all the wild things he must be thinking of.

“You wish, love.” Joe said, he didn’t want to spoil the dinner. “And who is this cousin your teacher was talking about?”

“You should see him, he is amazing. He is in college now and…”

And your dinner continued to be totally fine as it should be the entire time, however, you both knew it was a sign that things were about to break down.

.

Joe took a deep breath, he was sweating and he just couldn’t stand still. You began being anxious because of him.

“Oh my God, Joe. Please, relax.” You asked.

You were hanging at the cafe you met each other after your class. It was Friday and it was time to Joe to meet your parents.

“I can’t!” he seemed scared. “I just can’t okay? I ain’t doing it.”

You rolled your eyes.

“Stop overreacting, babe.” You hugged him, passing your arms across his body. “Everything will be fine.”

Joe held you by your shoulders, cracking your hug.

“You don’t understand how bad it is, do you?” He looked in your eyes, his shades of blue changing. “Y/N, your father is going to kill me. I’m 100% serious about this. I’m not even joking.

You laughed, what would you were going to do with your boyfriend in panic Joe was clearly making noise about nothing.

“Okay, I’ll be crying over your dead body in half an hour then.” You said, taking his hand and opening the cafe door. “We need to go, Joe.” You pulled him to his car and tried to help him. “I really doubt this would happen, people say my dad is overprotective, but I don’t think so.

Joe took a deep breath again. He was moving, but everyone could see he didn’t want to.

“How things went when you introduced your first boyfriend?” He asked, trying to be reasonable for the first time.

You bit your lip, giving him a nervous laugh instead of a fun one. Well, about that…

“I had never introduced a boyfriend to my father before.”

Joe stopped again.

“Oh, fuck.”

He closed his eyes hard. Where the hell he was running to? He would need a lot more deep breaths than the couple ones he took already. He lost your hand, running his through his hair. For the love of God, what he was thinking of?

You were in such pain for seeing him struggle like that. You knew he was rewinding all your relationship in his head, afraid. He was anxious for meeting your parents, however you knew that now he was anxious about the age gap.

“Joe…” You started, being careful. “Please, be calm. It’s nothing, really.”

“Y/N” he sighed “, for real now, you understand us, right? You know how bad the situation is? I mean, it isn’t only the years of difference. You are in school yet, I should finished college by this time if I were in it.” Joe passed his hand through his hair again, don’t knowing what to do. “And now… I’m the first bloody boyfriend your father will meet?” His voice squealed at the end, your worries went away. He was back at the point of being more afraid of your father than the age gap.

“Joe, honey, I know.” You said, taking his hand again. “I swear I do. Right now though, we’re in the middle of the street and I’m freezing. Can we go please and discuss it later?” you asked.

Joe blinked, realizing you were right. He nodded.

At the end, meeting your parents wasn’t a big deal. Of course none of them were happy with the situation, but they expected to Joe be really immature for dating a girl who was 8 years younger than him and a completely empty head because of his youtube career. It was really a delight to find out that Joe Sugg was smart, conducting his professional life with mastery (you didn’t mention that a part of his job included being slapped with a fish, of course) and helped your mom with the dinner, which leaded to a long conversation about how he lived alone in London and had to cook dinner for himself every day, something that he enjoyed. Your parents loved cooking and food in general, so the dinner was spent in talking about this and all the places Joe met before.

Nevertheless, you weren’t naive, you knew the end was near.

.

“Joe, honestly, stop acting like you are the adult and I am the kid.”

“But you are, Y/N!”

You two were in his car after a movie in Zoe’s house. Things were fine and you were talking with Zoe where you were thinking to be at next fall. It was a few months away yet, it was the beginning of spring after all, but ending high school was a dream to come true. Everything was alright in your point of view, but talking about this meant that Joe was reminded during almost two hours about you being so young, and you two always started fighting for everything when the age gap thing was remembered.

“No, I’m not.” You argued. “You wouldn’t be with me at first place if you thought that.”

“I’m not the smartest kid around, you know.”

“Oh, because this is a mature sentence, right?”

“You know I don’t meant to say that.” he took a deep breath.

“I’m tired about this, Joe!” you said, your voice was starting to get higher. “For fuck’s sake, you know that I’m graduating and you trying to avoid this school topic isn’t fair you know. You start to be pissed off when something like this comes around but guess what? Dating you is not that easy too.” you complained.

“I’m sorry if I am older and have grown ups’ problems, Y/N.” he said ironically. “What should I do then? Because I already spent hours and hours driving to your place so we can be together.”

“I know that! And it kills me that we don’t live in the same city!”

“So tell me, what should I do with this long distance/age gap thing?” he asked as he parked his car in front of your house.

Your air was gone because you not only knew the answer but you didn’t like it at all.

“That’s the problem, isn’t it?” you whispered and Joe looked at you. “We can’t do nothing about this.”

“Y/N…” Joe lowered his voice too, getting where you were going.

You started crying and looked at him, seeing his blue eyes turn as sad as you. You were right, you both knew it.

.

You sighed. London could get really hot if the city wanted to.

After you finished your high school, you moved to one of the biggest cities in the world and adapting to it was as easy as falling asleep after a long day. You were really excited about it and your classes in university were really good, like you thought it would be.

It was the end of the afternoon and you were carrying your groceries back home when you heard him.

“Y/N!” He called.

You started searching the street after the voice and smiled when saw Joseph Sugg waving at you from the other side of the avenue.

He ran towards you with a big smile in his face. The same smile you missed through months and months, the same smile that he gave that time at the cafe when you switched with him drinks unintentionally.

“Hey, Joe.” You said. “Good to see you.”

And you meant it, because you could feel the same way as you did when you drank that cappuccino in the first time you two met, in that rainy day ages ago; You could feel your chest getting warm.

Popular | Bonus Chapter

Pairing: Bucky Barnes X Avenger!Reader

Prompt: Tony has made a bet to see who could end up with the most fans, out of the Avengers, by the end of the month. Bucky takes it just to piss Sam off and Reader really wants to prove that she isn’t the least popular. Bucky and Reader team up to be a fake couple in order to beat the other Avengers, agreeing to split the prize at the end. Will it all work out?

A/N: I took some artistic liberties with this one. It is canon, but it doesn’t have to be if the whole thing is just a little too wild. Either way, hope you guys like it!

Warnings: Conspiracy theories

Series Masterlist

Originally posted by onemore2morrow

Steve’s Hunch

Steve flinched as he walked away from Bucky. Another grunt, followed by harsh slapping against leather. He scratched the back of his head, wracking his brains for any reason for why his friend was suddenly irreconcilable. No matter what he said, the ex-assassin would not stop beating up the poor punching bag. Steve was so ecstatic when he found out that his best friend finally got himself a girl, and even more so when he saw just how well you helped him adjust to a new life. Yet in one day’s time, all of it went down the metaphorical drain. Now it was like you and Bucky hadn’t ever met. Was it your first fight? The more he thought about it, the less sense it made.

With you moping upstairs and Bucky scaring the whole team away from the gym, Steve found himself in the last place he ever imagined being in- Tony’s lab.

Keep reading

The Danger in Duality  | 01

COLLEGE! AU  |  ASSASSIN! AU  |  ANGST  | SMUT  | COMEDY | 4k

BTS X Reader

“You and your seven best friends must take on the struggles of being world-class assassins while also living as full-time college students.”


Burning debris fell from the night sky like confetti, smoke clouds reaching for the heavens. The once abandoned warehouse was now a crumpled mess, disintegrating in a fiery blaze as the only car on the road careened away from the hellish scene.

“Did you see that shit?!”

“That was so cool!”

“Y/N, that spin-kick you did was incredible– landed so solid on the bastard’s neck even I felt it!”

“Jungkook that last kill-shot was perfect, you came right on time I thought I was dead for a second.”

“Okay, Yoongi, I have to give you props, man. Those two neck snaps you did before we left were beautiful, you have to show me how to do that again…but practice on someone else next time, please?”

“Everybody let’s give it up for Seokjin for setting off that last bomb.  Bro, you should have seen their faces when the timer started going off without anybody touching it. They didn’t know we had a genius hacker working on the outside,” Namjoon said as he shook Seokjin’s shoulders proudly. The older boy was driving, and the car erupted in wild applause as he beamed.

“What can I say? I’m just really good at my job,” he said, smug, “But my systems picked up two bombs in the building, so I’m wondering where the other–”

Suddenly, the entire sky was orange, the flames spreading wildly as the deafening sound shook the road beneath them. The SUV jumped and swerved out of the lines, the interior colored with the light of the 2nd explosion that night.

“There it is.”

“That never gets old,” Jimin said smiling as he looked back at the damage.

“That’s gonna make the news for sure,” you sighed, “So much for keeping a low profile.”

“Any trace that we were even there is up in flames now, so we should be safe,” said Namjoon.

By just looking at you and the car of rowdy, smiling boys, no one would have guessed you were all a squad of thoroughly trained assassins. It wasn’t a normal job per say, not one that you could exactly put on your resume or brag about, since telling people you took human lives for a living wasn’t absolutely the best conversation starter.

The eight of you all grew up together, troubled youth that had been taken in under your own unique circumstances. Honestly, screw-ups like you didn’t deserve another chance–should have been kicked to the curb and outcasted like all the others. Most of you had pretty much accepted that fate; it’s just how it was supposed to be. But for some reason, you were all special. Special, with enough potential for the academy to take notice of. And just special enough for them to take the time to breed screw-ups like you to become the best killers the world had to offer.   

Your squad code was “Make it clean. Make it quick”, or in other words, don’t be overly messy or draw unnecessary attention to yourselves. You all had one objective: Hit your target and get the hell out. Something the academy promised was that you would only be killing people that deserved it, scums of the earth that had too many chances to right their wrongs and got away unpunished every time.

You all liked to think of it as “taking out the trash”.

Though there was one thing that sometimes got in the way of the job…

“FUCK!” Jungkook suddenly screamed.

“Hey, watch your mouth!” Seokjin called from the driver’s seat.

“The hell’s wrong with you?” Yoongi asked, putting his gun back in it’s case.

Jungkook slammed his fist against the armrest. There was an audible crack, and the leather tore down the middle just the slightest bit, “I forgot to study for my chem exam tomorrow!”

College. 

Keep reading

There’s no way for Azula to know Aang was still alive after she shot him with the lightning blast, until she suspected Zuko’s behaviour when he was feeding the turtle-duckes in the Fire Nation and figure it out here.

“So, I didn’t capture the Avatar,”

“Who cares?“ Azula asks. “The Avatar is dead.”

Zuko looks away.

He still doesn’t know how to cover himself. (In the lying sort of way. He seems to have mastered the clothing sort of way, unfortunately.) Azula, being as sharp as she is (sharp enough to sink an empire class battleship), picks up on his caginess immediately. “Unless you think he somehow miraculously survived…” she coaxes. Zuko knows about the spirit oasis water.

And he also knows how slippery Aang is, plus he seems to have some sort of strange psychic connection to Aang, perhaps the very thing that allowed them to fight in tandem so well in The Blue Spirit, so this is why he has a nagging feeling that Aang isn’t dead.

“No, there’s no way he could have survived,” Zuko says assuredly to Azula. But Azula sees straight through his lies. They stare each other down for few minutes.

“Well, then I’m sure you have nothing to worry about,” Azula responds. He holds his own against her in that, but he’s already shown his hand, unfortunately for him. This is a warning for him, but he doesn’t pick up on it.

Azula leaves.

This proves that the person who was suspected the Avatar might still alive is Zuko, not Azula. And his suspicions extended to her.

What would be the point of this scene if Azula was already know the truth? If she was know the truth already, then this scene is vain- hole plot. There’s no point of them talking about the possibility of Aang’s survival. The writers would’ve cancel this whole conversation, and skip til to “bedroom scene” where Azula suspicing the Avatar may still alive.

This is the key. And more of what even mentioned in the canon book “Earth Kingdom: Chronicles: The Tale of Azula”

(This Tale told by Azula’s perspective. The book written by Michael Teitelbaum, one of the writers who create her character)

She actually planned to GIVE Zuko credit for taking down the Avatar BEFORE she suspected that the Avatar was alive. Proof of this is when the siblings were introduced by Li and Lo; Azula was given credit for taking down Ba Sing Se, but NOT for taking down the Avatar. At that point, she believed the Avatar dead and yet did not claim credit; she had not yet asked Zuko about the Avatar possibly being alive. This was her way of showing her thanks to Zuko for coming back to her.

Ozai: “I am proud of you, Prince Zuko. I am proud because you and your sister conquered Ba Sing Se. I am proud because when your loyalty was tested by your treacherous uncle, you did the right thing and captured the traitor. And I am proudest of all of your most legendary accomplishment: you slayed the Avatar.”

We know that Azula isn’t nice enough to give Zuko the glory out of the goodness of her heart, but we don’t know what she’s up to, just like he doesn’t know. We of course find out that she was protecting herself, so she wouldn’t be shamed if it ever came out that the Avatar wasn’t really dead. But she could have told Ozai that Zuko killed the Avatar without mentioning his “power” and “ferocity”. Those words of compliments. Azula did do a lot of smiling during that battle. She also emphasizes a separation between Zuko and Iroh, with Iroh as the traitor, and Zuko as the loyalist who proved himself. That much had to have been for Zuko’s benefit.

Iroh is considered too far gone to be redeemed in Ozai’s eyes, and Azula views him the same way.

But Zuko is a failure, and he gets two options: being dragged home where he’ll no longer embarrass Ozai, as said by Azula in Book 2, Episode 1, OR he could restore his own honor by joining forces with Azula, which would get him his “honor” back, again a summary of the things Azula tells him in Book 2, Episode 20. Long story short, he either gets to get locked in a basement to no longer embarrass dad, or to prove for once and for all that he’s not a failure.

The fact remains that Azula gave Zuko a chance to do the latter. And she didn’t do it because she thought she nedeed a scapegoat, how could she have known Aang might have survived until that conversation with her brother by the turtle-duck pond? Until then she’s absolutely convinced Aang is dead. She snaps at Zuko, until she finally asks if he thinks he might have miraculously survived. Zuko hesitates, then says no. Azula can tell something’s not right, and she says that in that case he has nothing to worry about. In that case. In that case. [x]

▪At the bedroom scene:

“You have another motive for doing this,” Zuko accuses. “I just haven’t figured out what it is.”“What ulterior motive could I have? What could I possibly gain by letting you get all of the glory for defeating the Avatar?““…Unless, somehow, the Avatar was still alive,” she finally says. See: she told him the truth. It’s not as if he had her cornered – she chose to tell him the truth, probably to help him out a little. Now, she might have thrown him under the bus a little here, but he sort of had it coming: she asked him if it was possible that the Avatar was still alive, and he denied it. We’ll never know what might have happened if he had told the truth at Ba Sing Se or the pond. And he could have told the truth when he was with his father, but he didn’t. And maybe Azula did him a favor, because it’s possible that Ozai would not have accepted Zuko back if he did not think that Zuko had been the one to take care of the Avatar problem. We can’t know that either.

“All that glory would suddenly turn to shame and foolishness,” she points out with menace, taking her hand off of his shoulder and walking back to her bed.

“But you said yourself that was impossible,” Azula points out thereby justifying herself.

He’s still angry at her duplicity, but he certainly realizes that he got himself into this position, and he’s trying to figure out how he can fix things.

In the Beach, Azula even offered to help Zuko with his internal turmoil. She showed compassion and a willingness to help him with his mental struggle, even going so far as to decrease her value in the eyes of her father so that Zuko could have what he dreamed of.

Azula is not as bad as you think (or as some hope). Her helping her brother at Ba Sing Se was completely selfless.

When Zuko defects from the Fire Nation she felt angry. His leaving also throws her priorities into doubt, when he begins to succeed without meeting, or even trying to meet, the standards set by their father. But she wasn’t truly unnerved until she’s followed by the of betrayal of Mai and Ty lee.



Azula may act cold and cruel with Zuko sometimes, she also do care about him sometimes too. Her feelings toward him are complex and variable.

As long as some people not using fan-made stuff as arguments in serious discussions such as have a tendency to defy all logic and to try to flatten her character and her complexities by “fortuneteller!Azula” headcanon who would know that Aang would survive the lighting blast. then I have no reason to assure this point at the end of “Book 2: Earth”. You should know better than to twist things around just to belittle her good side..

So follow logic and the canon storyline.

adult!Sirius Black Imagine - Nah, She Didn’t

“Hello love I was wondering if you could make and imagine where the reader is sirius gf and when Harry says “but she hated him!” Talking abaut James and Lili the reader is like nah she didn’t and they start talking about James and Lili.” -Anon

I’m not sure how much of a Sirius Imagine this is because it’s so conversational, but that’s how I’m going to classify it. This is one of my favorite scenes from the book so I really tried to do this prompt justice. I’ve also been really liking the flashback format I’ve done before so I worked that in too. I’ve proofread a ton so please ignore any errors! Also, I’m not feeling super inspired by the requests that I have right now, but I’m going to try to get something new out for you guys in the next week. Anyway, please enjoy this one for now!

Word Count: 2108

Sirius and (y/n) sat across from each other quietly eating in the dimly lit kitchen of Grimmauld Place. They hadn’t spoken since they had begun their meal, but they rarely found silence uncomfortable. This had been especially true since Sirius’ return to Grimmauld Place. The pair often spent their time together in a comfortable silence, just reveling in their ability to be together after so many years.

However, (y/n) could still see how much it affected him to be staying there alone. (Y/n) would have preferred to stay with Sirius full time, but she was taking orders directly from Dumbledore and was often on a mission for the Order. Normally, she would have discussed her mission with him, but Sirius seemed to be spiraling downward and she didn’t want to discuss missions he couldn’t take part in. Sirius’ depression was only amplified by his concern for Harry during his occlumency lessons with Snape.

“I could probably stay tonight,” (y/n) said quietly, setting her fork down, “if you’d like.”

“Of course,” Sirius breathed, a glimmer of relief in his eyes.

(Y/n) offered a small smile, then stood to collect their plates for washing.

~

At the same time as (y/n) and Sirius were eating, Harry was barreling toward Umbridge’s office. He had just finished what should have been another occlumency lesson with Snape, but instead had plunged into Snape’s worst memories. He kept replaying his mother’s angry words in his head, and without really thinking it through, headed for Umbridge’s office so that he could talk to Sirius.

How could she have married him- she absolutely hated him! Harry’s mind raced and he snuck into Umbridge’s office and knelt in front of the fire. His hands shook violently as he reached for the little container of floo powder resting near the fireplace. Sitting back for a moment, he took a deep breath before clearly saying 12 Grimmauld Place, throwing in the floo powder, and thrusting his head into the green flames.

~

“Sirius!” Harry half-yelled up to where Sirius was seated at the table.

“Harry!” Sirius exclaimed, immediately running to fireplace in the kitchen and dropping to his knees. “Harry what are you doing? Where are you? Do you know how dangerous this could be?”

“I’m- I’m in Umbridge’s office, but she- she shouldn’t be back for a while,” Harry paused, still catching his breath from his run there. “I just… needed to talk to you.”

(Y/n), who had abandoned the dishes and joined Sirius in front of the fire, interjected before Sirius could, “Harry this is still and awfully big risk, you could-”

“It’s about my parents,” Harry said, exasperated. “I just- it’s just that-” Harry hmphed, obviously becoming flustered. “I was just with Snape and I saw- it was one of his memories-”

“Harry, slow down, what happened?” Sirius said in a soothing voice.

“How could she marry him, she hated him!” Harry nearly yelled, his face contorting with a whirlwind of emotion.

“Nah, she didn’t,” Sirius smirked.

“But my dad- he was- he was being an absolute git-

“Harry,” (y/) cut him off calmly, “Harry, take a deep breath. What did you see?”

Harry paused, collecting himself while (y/n) and Sirius looked at him sympathetically. “He was sitting by the lake, and then he and Snape were arguing, and my mom stepped in but-”

“They used to do that a lot, didn’t they,” Sirius said, chuckling slightly. Harry looked at them dumbfounded as the pair smiled together. “Did he have that snitch with him?” Sirius asked eagerly.

“What? Yeah- yeah and he kept messing up his hair.”

Sirius and (y/n) looked at each other fondly, lost in their memories of James. “Merlin, he used to always have a hand stuck in his hair,” (y/n) said.

“Especially after the time I used a sticking charm,” Sirius laughed, shifting to sit fully on the ground. (Y/n) joined him, still laughing, but tried to stifle it when she saw the confused look on Harry’s face.

“Harry, that was- it was a different time for them. Lily never hated James, they just… pushed each other’s buttons from time to time.”

“So… what? They were friends?” Harry asked, slumping back a bit in relief.

“Not exactly friends until sixth year, then you could hardly ever find them apart,” Sirius said, diving into a story about the two.

~

Lily and James say next to each other in a pair of cushioned chairs in the Gryffindor common room. On the small table in front of them there were a number of books and papers spread in front of them. However, neither had touched the papers for at least an hour, they were too deep in their conversation about the charms theories they were supposed to be writing about.

“What’s it matter what color the birds are?” James asked, smiling fondly at Lily.

“James Potter, I am offended,” Lily gasped, pressing a hand to her chest. “Why on earth would I conjure blue birds when they could be yellow?” Lily asked, he face cracking into a matching grin. “Seriously though, what if the color of the bird has to do with the person casting the spell?”

“I think you’ve gone a bit mad,” James laughed.

James!”

“Just an observation, Evans,” James reached for his essay, “now as enlightening as this conversation has been, I think we ought to finish these.”

“Who would have thought- you actually care about your school work,” Lily laughed.

“Yeah, well, when if you’re in good company it’s not so bad.”

~

“There was hardly a silent moment between the two,” (y/n) interrupted Sirius’ story, “they could have talked to each other for hours and never gotten tired of it.”

“They did talk to each other for hours,” Sirius said.

Harry couldn’t seem to shake the smile off his face, though he tried to remain quiet, happy to just listen to Sirius and (y/n) talk. It was the most he’d heard of how his parents were together and he didn’t want to risk ruining the moment.

“In the beginning of our seventh year they started dating,” (y/n) looked back at Harry, “I think everyone at Hogwarts had their bets on when it would happen-”

“And I won most of them,” Sirius said, a triumphant look on his face.

“Oh hush,” she said, rolling her eyes at him, “anyway, they were a natural pair, balanced each other out perfectly. They only ever wanted to make each other happy.” (Y/n)’s voice had dropped down to a near whisper, her throat tightening as memories pushed to the surface of her mind.

Sirius, noticing (y/n)’s change in demeanor, launched himself into another story of James and Lily during their seventh year.

~

Lily sat down across from James at a small table in the Gryffindor common room. When he didn’t look up, she hmphed. Still, James remained focused on the essay he was writing.

“Okay,” Lily said, finally getting James to glance up at her. The pair stared at each other for a moment, though Lily was making a valiant attempt at keeping her emotions from spilling onto her face.

“‘Okay’, what?” James finally asked, his eyes still searching Lily’s face.

“Okay, you can be my date to Slughorn’s party,” she said, rolling her eyes at James, whose face immediately broke into a toothy grin.

“It’s only right,” James said, beaming at Lily, “I am your boyfriend after all.”

“I just- I just didn’t think you would enjoy it, but then you kept going on and on and on and-”

“We get the point Evans,” Sirius chimed in lazily from in front of the fire, where he was seated with (y/n), eavesdropping on their conversation.

Ignoring the nosy couple, James offered Lily a soft smile. “Of course I’m not going to enjoy the party, I just wanted to spend more time with you.”

~

“That was probably about the time (y/n) and I started to make retching sounds,” Sirius laughed.

“They were just so in love, it was hard not to tease them about it,” (y/n) said, laughing along with Sirius. They had almost seemed to forget Harry was there and were staring at each other with distant looks on their faces as if they were still just teenagers teasing their best friends.

Harry, who had managed to keep quiet and let them reminisce, couldn’t help the little laugh that escaped him. Sirius’ reverie was broken, and he looked back down at where Harry’s face protruded out of the fire. The wistful look on his face remained, but something had shifted and (y/n) reached her hand out to rest on his.

“I wish we still had all of the pictures from their wedding,” (y/n) said softly, “it was so beautiful.”

“I only have one,” Harry said, “Ha- Hagrid gave it to me in an album.” When Sirius and (y/n) only smiled at him, he continued a bit sheepishly, “you’re actually both in it, but I never realized until…”

“I don’t think I would have noticed us either,” Sirius said, poorly stifling another laugh, Harry suddenly realized this was most he had ever seen Sirius smile, let alone laugh since they had met.

(Y/n) elbowed him slightly, leaving her arm resting against his. Harry could see the excitement in her eyes when she asked, “James is waving isn’t he? I remember that one, I always wondered what had happened to it.” She paused, swallowing thickly before adding, “I’m glad you have it.”

~

“Well done, Prongs,” Sirius grinned broadly, clapping James on the back. The ceremony had just finished and James, Lily, and the wedding party were being shuffled away for pictures to be taken.

James grinned back, positively beaming, one of his arms wrapped tightly around Lily’s waist. “Thanks, mate. I can’t believe this is finally happening, feels like we’ve been waiting an eternity.”

Lily, still tucked into James’ side, hadn’t been able to take her eyes off him since they had said their I do’s. “And then some,” she added, “but it was perfect.”

“It was beautiful, Lily. One for the books,” (y/n) said, coming up to stand beside Lily.

James and Sirius drifted to a new conversation, something about how much Sirius was dying to some real celebrating. (Y/n) chuckled at them, “we picked a couple of winners, you know.”

Lily smiled, taking her bouquet back from (y/n), “yeah, we did.”

“Alright you four,” the photographer called to the group, “together for a picture now!”

The four pushed together, smiles plastered on their faces. James raised his hand in a wave right before the picture was taken, saying “quick Lils, wave to our future kids!” causing the other three to break into fits of giggles.

~

When Sirius finished his story this time they weren’t laughing. Sirius’ stared at the floor, he could still hear James’ laugh ringing in his ears and was fighting the tears that had jumped to his eyes. (Y/n) took his hand in hers, squeezing it gently.

“Your parents loved each other more than any two people I’ve ever met,” (y/n) said quietly. She looked up at Harry, eyes boring into him. “Harry, please don’t let anyone tell you differently.”

“I won’t,” he said, barely above a whisper. After another moment of silence, Sirius looked back up, the tears gone from his eyes. “Thank you- thank you both for this.” Harry said, searching Sirius’ face for some sign of what he was feeling.

“Of course, Harry,” Sirius said as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. “We’re always here for you, whatever you need. It’s the least that I can do for you and your parents.”

“You should probably go, Harry, before Umbridge comes back,” (y/n) interjected.

“Yeah… yeah, you’re right.”

“Keep in touch,” (y/n) said.

“And stay safe,” Sirius added, trying to offer Harry a smile.

Harry smiled back before pulling his head out of the fire.

Sirius and (y/n) slumped back, leaning on the bench behind them. (Y/n) closed her eyes, resting her head on Sirius’ chest. “I miss them,” she whispered.

“Me too.”

~

Harry immediately left Umbridge’s office for fear of being caught, closing the door quietly behind him. He walked slowly through the corridors, keeping an eye on the map to ensure that he would be left alone.

Eventually, Harry made it back to Gryffindor tower and up to his dormitory. He dug through his trunk, finally emerging with the photo album Hagrid had gifted him. Harry sat on his bed, drawing the curtains around him and flipped to the picture of his parents on their wedding day. The words quick Lils, wave to our future kids! echoed through Harry’s mind as he wished more than ever that his parents were there by his side.

~

flintsjohn  asked:

For the promt thing, silverflint + 13? Pleaaase! (I love your blog btw!)

(Um, this one is kind of angsty. Sorry! I hope that’s alright. This is set after that conversation in the cabin in 4x08, when Flint doesn’t know the chest is on board yet, and Silver is barely clinging on to his last remnants of trust in Flint’s plans. It’s got a fair bit of ot3-ness about it too, which I hope is ok as well.)  


“How can anyone not be afraid of love?”

The question was apropos of nothing. A thought given voice so quietly that it barely disturbed the air around them, barely existed at all. Flint stilled, unsure of how to reply.

“The things it drives you to do,” Silver continued, his voice a murmur. “It’s not…good or gentle or generous. It’s selfish and destructive. I think perhaps I was better off without it. I think everyone else was better off without me having it too.”  

“Don’t say that,” Flint said, softly. His gaze flicked up to Silver’s face, but he couldn’t quite bring himself to try to catch his eye. Words like these asked to be heard without being seen. Even the light of the candles cast too bright an illumination on them. He would have snuffed them out if he wasn’t afraid that any movement might shatter the atmosphere of the moment. “We’re going to get her back. She and I and everyone will be better off because you won’t rest until she is safe. Because you love her.”

“But that’s not-” Silver said, curling his lip as he cut himself off. “It isn’t that simple. You know it isn’t. You’re speaking in platitudes and I didn’t ask for it. I never ask for that from you. Don’t be so fucking gentle with me.”

Flint sighed. Once, he would have had to fight to swallow his irritation at such a truculent response, but he was just too damn tired. And he knew Silver was tired too. Exhausted. His words were softly slurring round the edges, and it wasn’t with drink. He wasn’t sure from exactly which festering piece of unresolved anger this particular accusation took root, but Flint decided that it mattered little, and that straightforwardness was the only sensible way forward.

“What is it that you do want from me then?” he asked, and he finally persisted in seeking out Silver’s gaze until he had it.

Silver picked at the handle of his crutch, his focus jumping between Flint’s eyes and a point somewhere over his right shoulder.

“I want your honesty,” he said. He paused, swallowing heavily, and then continued, “Did Miranda ever hate you for the things you did for Thomas? Or the cruelties it lead to? Or the selfish choices you made on his behalf, or hers, or your own?”

Flint clenched his fingers. He tried to keep his face calm, keep from his eyes the anger that was so quick to seep out from sore old wounds, but it was barely worth the effort around Silver. If he was an open book to nobody else on Earth, he was to him. Silver could read an essay in the crease of his brow, the deepest of secrets in the twitch of his eye. He wondered whether he would ever find the cipher to allow him to read Silver in the same way, down to the very last word and those most nightmarish of secrets.

“Why?” Flint said, his teeth barely parting to let the word out.

“Because I want to know how singular she was. How uncommon. I want to know what sort of horrors and betrayals were excused because she had your love, and what was excused in return, if you had hers. I want to know what a good person might be willing to forgive. I know the things I would forgive, and the things I would not, but I am not a good person,” Silver said, his eyes now focused unwaveringly on Flint’s. “I’m not,” he added when Flint frowned and opened his mouth to disagree.

Flint twisted the ring on his little finger as he considered how to answer, and contemplated what it seemed that Silver was really asking.

“She forgave a lot of things because I loved her and because she loved me, and because she understood the way Thomas and I loved one another too. Of course she hated some of the things I did, and some of the things to which I subjected her, but she always understood why. I didn’t…I didn’t always love her well. But she forgave it all. She was singular and uncommonly good, but then so is Madi. I think Madi would forgive a great deal too,” he said, his eyes imploring Silver to believe him, as he believed it himself.

“I’m not talking about Madi,” Silver murmured, his gaze piercing and unsettling. 

Flint blinked and frowned, but before he could speak again, Silver pushed himself to standing, the effort looking monumental. Flint was worried for a brief moment that his knee might simply buckle underneath him.

“We both ought to sleep,” Silver said, as he made his way laboriously towards the door. “Whatever happens tomorrow, it will require us both to have our wits about us.”

As the door closed behind him, Flint considered his words again. He was unnerved by them, though he didn’t fully understand them, and they echoed in his mind nonetheless. He knew the things love could drive a person to; knew the corrupted ways in which it could be expressed. ‘I want to know what a good person might be willing to forgive…I’m not talking about Madi.’ The thoughts creeping around the edges of his tired mind, too fragile to withstand much scrutiny, wondered when anyone had last called him good, and what sort of generous forgiveness might be facilitated by his loving and being loved in return. Or what forgiveness might be required. And he wondered whether, just perhaps, he might even be willing to forgive enough to be defined as singular.

Essays in Existentialism: Strip II

Do you think strip will get a sequel? Like Lexas friends finding out about Clarke and her job and Lexa being protective about her

Previously on Strip

The sunshine had never been more cheerful or beautiful. The earth was signing, the clouds were dancing, the universe itself was a spring afternoon, perfectly tempered and happily tinged with the makings of a great mood. The campus throbbed to life, pulsating like a heart, crackling with sparklers beneath the sidewalks, soaked in an invisible, upbeat tempo that refused to be slowed or stopped.

Keep reading

Do I Know You? (1) |Peter Parker x Reader

Hey, so this is my first one shot that’ll probably become a series. maybe. It is a one shot for now. I guess it could be Amazing Spiderman Peter or Civil War Peter.

Originally posted by jessikaort


Part 1 [Part 2] [Part 3]

  “Hey, Peter!” Peter turned around to see a flash of blonde hair. It was Gwen, the girl-well, the only person who had ever talked to him for something other than academics. Peter figured it was probably out of pity more than anything.

  “H-hey Gwen.” Peter waved nervously and rubbed the back of his neck. “What’s up?”

  Gwen, smiling, said “Well, I noticed you don’t really talk with people here.” Pause.

  Peter’s eyes shot up and he played with his sweatshirt’s zipper, waiting for her to continue.

  “…So I was wondering if you wanted to sit with me an my friends at lunch?” She crossed her arms and shrugged. “I mean, if you want to. You don’t-”

  “Yes! Really?” Peter interrupted, surprised. No one had actually asked him if he wanted to hang out, or sit together at lunch, or anything before. 

  “Awesome!” Gwen grinned and turned around, only to be promptly knocked over by one of her friends.

  “Hey Gwen, we were looking for–hi.” She stopped abruptly as she noticed the boy her friend was conversing with. Turning to her friend, she asked, “Who is this?”, then turning to Peter she asked, “Who are you?”

  “Peter. Peter Parker.” He smiled and held out his hand. The girl gave him a once-over, and Peter could see the wheels spinning in her head as she placed him in the category: ‘Class A Nerd’.

  The girl smiled and introduced herself, “Yo. I’m (Y/N). I-don’t think I have you in any of my classes, um… do I know you?”

  “I’m in your physics class.” Peter managed to get that out. He was new to this kind of thing.

  (Y/N) ignored what he had said and blurted, “You’re that pizza delivery boy! I knew that I’d seen you somewhere!”

  “Haha-right…” Peter smiled internally. When did he deliver pizza to her again?   “Well…should we get going?” Gwen motioned to the cafeteria door and started walking. Peter walked beside her, talking avidly about their History teacher who had assigned an essay earlier in the morning.

  (Y/N) lagged behind, and Peter noticed. She was writing something on her hand with a blue sharpie. “What’re you doing?”

  “Well, I’m planning something.” She quickly stuffed her hand in the pocket of her jacket, smiling forcedly.  

   “What?”

  “Can’t really tell you that.”

  “Why?” What exactly was she hiding?

  She laughed. “You sure do ask a lot of questions don’t you Spiderboy?”

  Peter’s body went rigid at that comment. How on earth could she know? He had done a good job hiding his identity so far. "What?“

  "Um” She brushed back her (H/C) hair and pointed to his shirt. “Your shirt has the Spiderman logo on it, Parker.”

  “Oh. Right. I forgot about that…school, you know.”

  “Unfortunately, I can relate.” (Y/N) sighed. Peter couldn’t figure out what else to talk about. He looked down, twiddling his thumbs. Finally, he stated to say, “So-” But when Peter turned around to converse more with the strange (Y/N), she had already caught up with Gwen.

  Peter could hear snippets of their conversation as he walked behind the two friends. “What…..Parker…..why……sitting with us?…cute…..invited…..okay…”

  Peter sighed and trudged along. He knew that Gwen was nice, but he had just met (Y/N), and so far the two hadn’t been able to hold a good conversation for 60 seconds.

      Figures.

  Most people thought he was weird.

  Seems like (Y/N) did too.

I’m trying to study! Part 1

Originally posted by xxxjoanwongxxx

Bucky x Reader College AU

Catch up here!

Masterlist

Hey guys! Here’s a brand new Bucky story for you, I hope you enjoy. This will be about ten parts long altogether :)

Word count: 1122

Warnings: nothing really


The shrill sound of the alarm made you lurch from the comfortable position on your soft and warm bed and, tangled up in the soft sheets, you barely managed to stop yourself from falling onto the wooden floor. Grumbling to yourself, you switch off blaring alarm from your phone just as Natasha bursts through your door.

“Get up! You don’t want to be late again!”

“I’m up”, you mumble, almost ripping the sheets in a feeble attempt to untangle yourself. Nat snickers.

“You don’t want to make Bucky worry again, come on. You made him wait twenty minutes last time and he almost broke down the door because he was so worried.”

Your cheeks turn a rosy color as you recall the event…and the one before that…and the one before that. “Whatever”, you shrug. “He should know me by now. Actually, I’m pretty sure everyone knows that I love my zs.”

Nat smirked. “Don’t you think it’s cute how he’s so protective of you, (Y/n)? Are you sure there isn’t something going on between you two?”

Fighting the massive blush that’s making its way up your cheeks, you turn over to your dresser in order to avoid Natasha’s gaze. “Come on, Nat. He’s my best friend. Why would you think there’s something going on?”

Your friend snorted slightly. “You’re never good at hiding your feelings, (Y/n). Not to mention you talk in your sleep. Oh, the things I’ve heard from you…”

Eyes widening, you turn around immediately to face her. “Don’t ever tell anyone about the stuff of my dreams. ESPECIALLY not Bucky.”

Nat let out a short laugh, before pushing herself off the doorframe. “Whatever you say, darling. Now get ready and try not to be late.” With that, she walked out of your room, leaving you slightly flustered and with thoughts of Bucky running around your mind.

Half an hour later, you’re finally ready, with your (h/c) hair up in a messy bun and your best clothes hugging your curves nicely. As you walk down the stairs into the kitchen, Nat whistles at the sight of you.

“Who are you planning on seducing today, hmm?” She smirks.

You roll your eyes. “Can’t I look pretty for once, Natasha?”

The redhead laughs and shakes her head. “Since when do you actually want to look pretty? You usually don’t give a damn about how you look. What’s the special occasion today?”

With a huff, you pour yourself some coffee into your favourite Supernatural mug. “I’m going with a few friends to a café after class so we can complete a group assignment. No big deal.”

Nat’s smirk is dangerously wide. “And those friends are?”

“Steve and…Bucky.” You mumble without looking at her. Natasha lets out a peal of laughter while you groan, pinching your nose.

“Group assignment, eh?”

“As a matter of fact, yes. I don’t understand why you’re making such a big deal out of it”, you say, sipping your coffee. Natasha wiggles her eyebrows, the smirk never leaving her face.

As you’re about to reply, a knock on the door saves you from Natasha’s burning curiosity. Without looking at her, you quickly walk over to the door, pulling it open and smiling at the person on the other side, immediately feeling your heart speed up when you see who it is. “Hi, Bucky.”
Bucky smiles back at you. “Hey, doll. You ready to go?”

With a nod, you grab your bag and drain your mug of coffee, leaving it on the table situated next to the door. Grabbing your keys, you call out a “Later, Nat!” and close the door behind you, ignoring the feeling of your redheaded friend smirking.

Walking to campus, Bucky tells you about the dreadful assignment he’s been given by one of his teachers, Professor Fury. “He expects me to write about a program that could help improve world peace, in two days! How on earth am I supposed to do that?”

You laugh slightly, putting your hand on his arm. “Come on, Bucky. You’re excellent with those types of essays. I don’t get why you’re so worried.”

Bucky brushes his hand through his hair in frustration. “I’ve never written about something like this. Plus we have that huge group assignment to deal with. Um, what was it about again?”

“Ways to make our campus more eco-friendly, I think. It’ll be easy.”

Bucky nods, just as you arrive at the entrance to the school. “I’ll see you later, then? We’ll meet up in the café with Steve, like we said.”

You hum in confirmation. “Don’t forget”, you tell Bucky, giving him a quick hug. He hugs you back, smirking slightly when you pull away.

“Hey, (Y/n)?”

“Yeah?”

“Try not to forget about it, okay?”
Your cheeks burn red when you nod and quickly walk to class, Bucky’s melodic laugh sounding after you, causing butterflies to erupt in your stomach and a huge grin to appear on your face.

The day seems to go by in a flash and before you know it, the professor is dismissing you home and your phone vibrates with a text from Bucky, reminding you about the meet up in the café. Grabbing your bag, you nearly dash out of the classroom and run across the street, into the café. When you arrive, Steve and Bucky are already there, waiting for you. You quickly check how you look in the glass of the café door and push it open, the familiar feeling of butterflies returning to your stomach at full force. You send a small smile to your friends as you squeeze into the booth beside them.

“Hi”, you say breathlessly, pulling the notes for your project out of your bag.

“Hello, (Y/n)”, Steve smiles at you moving over slightly to make more room and pulling his own notes out onto the table. Bucky, however, seems a little bit out of it, as he hasn’t even acknowledged your presence yet.

“Earth to Bucky!” You laugh, waving a hand in his face. Bucky snaps his eyes to you with a bashful look.

“Sorry, (Y/n).”

Steve chuckles, putting both his hands onto the table. “What’s gotten into ya, Buck?”

“I’m uhh…just thinking about that assignment Fury gave me. No clue what to write for it.”

You and Steve share a look, before laughing. Bucky joins in, and it takes a while for the three of you to calm down.

“Alright then, let’s get this thing started”, Steve chuckles, putting both of his hands onto the table.

Bucky gives you a fond look before turning to work on the project, while your heart stutters at an irregular pace as you hide your blush and join the boys’ discussion.

Damn it, I’m screwed.

Tagging: @mermaidinplaid @bovaria @bionic-buckyb @plumfondler @buckyywiththegoodhair (if you want to be added or removed, feel free to send me a message)

joyedtobeforlorn-deactivated201  asked:

how do you feel about dirkjake?

man i never thought i’d get into the dirkscourse in december of 2016 but here i am

i think their relationship throughout act 6 was unhealthy and fraught with problems, but i don’t think it was abusive. i think the interpretation of dirk as jake’s abuser is somewhat valid and has a small amount of evidence behind it, but most of the textual evidence contradicts that, and it’s not the interpretation i subscribe to.

much of my opinion on this was formed by reading this four-part essay, which is long but well-written, and definitely worth reading: part one, part two, part three, part four.

you can read the parts in whatever order you want, if you’re not up to tackling it all at once. the essay is backed up by a huge amount of evidence and i really appreciate how sympathetic and understanding the writer is when discussing the opposing point of view.

i think one of the reasons dirkjake was so discourse-y was because while act 6 was happening, it was really hard to take in the full picture. i read a lot of act 6 as an archival reader, and even then it was hard to figure out who was responsible for what. one of the core problems in dirk and jake’s relationship was the muddle between dirk and his proxies — the fandom would read a recent update, go “oh my god!!! i can’t believe dirk would do something so awful!” only to realize later that “dirk” was really AR. that initial impression would linger, and many people would argue, “well, the AR is just his personality in a different form, right? and even if they’re separate beings, isn’t the AR still dirk’s fault?”

both of those beliefs are fundamentally unfounded, and i would explain why, but i’m worried i’ll fuck it up… so instead PLEASE go read those essays, they’re so good.

another core reason dirkjake became so fraught with discourse was because of the habit of taking homestuck characters at face value. to quote that essay i love so goddamn much:

“Dirk is assigned a lot more competency than he really deserves. But in reality, most of Dirk’s narrative is focused on all the ways Dirk finds himself losing control… As far as manipulative masterminds go, Dirk is a failure. He fails at executing his plans continually, spectacularly, and with catastrophic consequences. He’s not good at multitasking and he’s not particularly great at orchestrating the kids’ entry to the session (the AR does most of that). And yet, for many Homestuck fans, he takes the lion’s share of the credit (and the blame) for the ridiculous time-loop he participates in during [S] Unite and [S] Synchronize.”

tl;dr — people interpret dirk a puppetmaster because he presents himself that way — he tells everyone he knows what he’s doing because he wishes he were.

i’m hard-pressed to think of a single character in the comic whose outward facade matches their true self. no one, not even john, is completely honest about themselves.

one thing that essay doesn’t tackle is: many people view dirk as an abuser because at one point, he thinks he is one.

dirk obviously has depression. at one point he attempts to destroy the AR, and by proxy himself, in a crippling bout of suicidal ideation. that sequence of events is where a lot of fans get to say “but even he admits he was abusive to jake!”

but i’m not sure why everyone just takes that statement at face value.

when i see a character saying “i hate myself, i ruin the lives of everyone i care about” while the story shows that they were not at fault (PLEASE read those essays), i don’t think “wow, they’re such an awful person,” i think “wow, they have depression.”

finally, i’d like to note one more thing.

i believe that fiction should be evaluated separately from the creator’s intent, so i don’t think hussie’s intention should determine whether or not you interpret dirkjake as abusive (as opposed to unhealthy for other reasons). but i seriously doubt hussie intended to portray dirk as an abuser.

homestuck is a comic where female characters are just as nuanced as male characters, where the longest-lasting and healthiest romantic relationship is between two girls, where the villains embody heteromasculine ideals and the heroes have beautifully written, thoughtful coming-out narratives. why on earth would andrew hussie upturn that by writing in dirk strider as the gay predator archetype? how the hell does homestuck, of all pieces of media, accommodate a storyline about a gay teen as a cruel, manipulative predator who abuses other teenagers into fulfilling his sexual desires? it makes no sense.

i want to be clear, since this is easy to take the wrong way in wonderful discourse-filled tumblr land — i’m not saying that believing that dirkjake was abusive makes you homophobic, or that it makes you the kind of person who buys into those narratives. it’s not your fault for reading the text differently. you might think that canon includes all that nasty stuff even if you would’ve done differently if you were in hussie’s shoes.

and if dirk and jake’s dynamic reminds you of abuse you’ve experienced yourself, then i’m not asking you to somehow undo your triggers or your perception of their relationship for the sake of understanding my argument. they’re just fictional characters, after all.

and if you want to argue with me about my opinion, or present evidence to the contrary, please do! i love talking about this stuff, and if i’ve forgotten something crucial or am just plain wrong, i’ll try to acknowledge it.

at the moment though, i personally, fervently believe that dirk and jake’s arc is not about abuse. it’s about another core theme of homestuck: the dangers of forcing too many expectations onto yourself, the dangers of trying to become an idealized version of yourself instead of accepting your own imperfections. you see it in terezi, in vriska, in rose, in karkat, in dave, in virtually every single character, including jake english and dirk strider.

beyond all the problems of dirk’s splinter selves, what tore dirk and jake’s relationship apart was emotional distrust and an inability to communicate. dirk couldn’t show jake emotion or vulnerability once they were together in person because he was terrified that by letting go of his image as ultra-competent and infallible, he would be failing jake — and jake couldn’t communicate his anxiety about their relationship because he was terrified of being any less than the superhuman movie hero he wanted to be.

i’ll end by reiterating that you really really really should read those essays, and also this reconciliation fic by the same author; they’re both fantastic and nuanced and wonderfully written.

aaaaaaand that’s it, that’s my dirkscourse, folks!