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Group Project... (Parker x Reader)

(A/N) HII! So, I’ve been working on all the requests so far and I’m so excited for what I have in store for you guys, in the mean time, I hope you all can enjoy something I’ve been working on for a while. While there was no official request, it was something I had a lot of fun writing, enjoy!

“I have no clue what this is supposed to be.” I said, my eyes widening as I glanced at my friends laptop screen.


“Oh, come on… it’s obviously something to do with chemical compositions of water…” (Y/F/N) said. My face read disbelief.


“You’re delusional…. how are you in AP CHEM?” I asked sarcastically. She laughed a little before closing the picture, returning to the random game of solitaire she was playing instead of working on our group project.


“Nick, you got anything on aragonite saturation? We should include that in our presentation if we decide to go in depth about the acidification effects on water.” Nick looked at me as I spoke.


“Yeah, I got some reports about the reliability of the testing, but it’s outdated and scientists have switched to more modern method of study,” Nick replied, pulling up the various articles he found to show me.


“Interesting, can you find more information about the new tests?” I asked.


“Yeah, I’m on it.”


“Peter…” I called across the lab table, he looked up startled. “How’s your progress on the physical properties of water?”


“Uh… go—good.” He stuttered avoiding my eye.


“Do you think you have enough to pull the presentation together?” I asked hopefully.


“Oh… yeah—definitely…” he trailed off, glancing up once to meet my eye before blushing intensely looking back to the laptop screen.


“Good good…,” I trailed off returning to my own research.


It was obvious Peter was uncomfortable with the group he was placed in for our chemistry project, he clearly wasn’t friends with any of us, and he preferred to do his work alone as opposed to in the group, like I had been pushing for all of us to do. Peter insisted he could handle completing the work that was meant for two people on his own, leaving the three of us, me, Nick and (Y/F/N) to tackle the chemical properties of water, and its affect on the ecosystem.


“Ok, presentations are Monday, that gives us one more class day to work on it. We still need to start on the slideshow and practicing if we want a good grade,” I said with three minutes left in class.


“We’ll work on the slides tomorrow. Don’t worry, we got this,” (Y/F/N) said, still playing the solitaire game from earlier.


“Yeah, well that doesn’t make up for the fact that we’ll probably need to work on this over the weekend. We still need to incorporate all the information we’ve found into one, smooth presentation.” I glanced over at Peter who hasn’t looked up from his computer and who hasn’t said a word, apart from when I forced him to update me on his progress.


“Peter, what do you think?” I asked, curious about someone else’s opinion.


He looked up, his eyes shifting from me to (Y/F/N). He opened his mouth to respond when the deafening bell sounded instead. Nick and (Y/F/N) sprinted out of the room, having packed up a few minutes earlier, leaving Peter and yourself to pack up together.


“If you need any help at all with your part, I’m always open,” I offered Peter. He glanced up at me, mumbling a quiet thanks before looking back at his backpack.


“Honestly, I’m not just trying to be nice. Anyways, the whole project is about tying the chemical and physical properties together, so it might help if we collaborate or something…” I said, following Peter out of the empty lab room and down the hall to his locker.


“Ok, thanks… for the offer,” he said, opening his locker quickly and grabbing his sweatshirt before slamming it shut. “I’ll see you tomorrow, (Y/N).”


“See you…,” I trailed off, my voice quieting in the busy halls of the emptying school as I was left alone in a sea of people.



“So what’s our status on this project?” I asked no one in particular, closing my eyes and rubbing my forehead in attempt to alleviate the headache I have.


“We have the background and intro slide done,” Nick said, making a face as if we spent the entire class period working as efficiently as possible.


“Ugh….” I groaned, my head falling into the table as a sign of defeat. “So we definitely have to do this over the weekend…”


“Yeah… sorry (Y/N), not gonna happen. I have soccer practice all day tomorrow, and then playoffs Sunday. I’m booked solid,” (Y/F/N) said, her eyes growing tired at the mere thought of all the energy she’ll soon exhaust.


“Nick?” I asked hopefully.


“Sorry… the football tournament, we have like— three games.”


“Peter, please tell me you’ve got my back,” I begged my head on the table and giving my best pout to him.


“Yeah, yeah, I—I have no plans,” he said, his gaze quickly diverting back to the slideshow we had been working on.

“Great, meet me at the library tomorrow, noon?” I asked, hoping he’d look at me for confirmation.

“Noon sounds fine.” The bell rang, and the room cleared. Like usual, I was left the last in the room with only the teacher. I waved goodbye to him as I left.

I began my walk home, but the brisk wind cut against my cheeks, burning them raw from the cold of late October. Walking home in terrible weather was a usual for me, unless I took the subway which I hated with a passion.

I was one or two blocks from the apartment when, through my loud music I heard screams from up ahead. I stopped suddenly. They were abnormal, loud. It was a shrieking that seemed to rattle my bones. I was almost scared to continue walking—did I really want to know what was up ahead?

I took out a single earbud, listening again but only hearing the wind against my ears. Then, it happened again. A loud shriek, I swear someone must have been getting murdered. This time, it was followed by a noise that sounded like the air getting cut.

It seemed to be coming from behind me, and I turned just in time to see a red blob swinging down the middle of the street in record time. He must’ve gotten two or three blocks down before he swung to a right side street. Spiderman. I should’ve known. But, he was a legend; literally. Stories told in the streets. Rarely seen, but greatly appreciated. I was amazed I had even seen him at all.

I smiled an awestruck smile, and continued to walk to my apartment, taking extra caution, but keeping my eyes open for the man in a red suit.


“You should’ve seen him! It’s amazing! He’s amazing! I cant believe I saw him with my own eyes!” I exclaimed, recounting yesterday’s events to Peter. He sat across from me at the table in the library, and he seemed half-interested in what i was saying, half-focused on our science project.

“Imagine being that athletic, that—that fit. Having, powers—or whatever. He must feel like he could do anything,” I trailed off, my mind wandering to the hero I’d seen yesterday. “Don’t you think?”

“Sorry, who are we talking about again?” Peter asked jokingly, looking up from his computer with a small smile.

“Spiderman! Who else?” I played along, smiling back. My eyes trailed to my left, my thoughts traveling away as I began focusing on a bookshelf across from us. “But, I guess it isn’t always sunshine and flowers,” I said, I looked back at him, leaning slightly farther towards him.

“Huh?“Peter asked, maintaining eye contact with me.

“I mean, with any power, control, abilities—whatever,” I struggled to find the right wording. “There’s always gonna be responsibility…”

“I guess you’re right,” Peter said. He looked around the open room.

“Sure, he might be fighting crime and being a hero, but whenever something goes wrong—whenever a criminal gets away—who’s going to be the first person to get blamed?” Peter was glaring at me intensely now, giving me his full attention.

“And then there’s the guilt, the guilt of not being able to save everyone. I mean, he’s just a guy right? He’s gotta have a life. What happens when one day, he’s not there to save the city?” Peter looked away, his eyes lost with his own thought. “Sorry, we should probably get back to work.”

“You make a good point,” Peter said after sitting in silence for minutes. “There has to be negatives to protecting the city. But he’s obviously willing to accept them, the consequences of the ‘job’, for the better good. He’s willing to accept that responsibility, so long as someone gets saved along the way.”

“I suppose,” I started, “he’s truly one of the good ones then. Willing to risk his life, his sanity, for a bunch of strangers in New York City.”

“What a guy,” Peter said, cracking a smile at me when I looked up at him.

“What a guy,” I repeated, laughing slightly. I looked back down at the computer screen and continued on the group work that had to be done Monday morning. It was a lot of work, but I had no doubt in my mind Peter and I could get it done.


After a long four hours, Peter and I had managed to completely finish the twenty slide PowerPoint, and write Flashcards for each one of us to read from when it was our time to present our findings. It was starting to get dark out, but I wasn’t going to admit I was nervous to walk alone. Fortunately, Peter offered to walk me back to the apartments. I’m pretty sure he lived nearby anyway.

“Thanks, for offering.”

“No problem,” Peter said.

I think that in a matter of a few hours, Peter and I had actually become friends. He wasn’t awkwardly stuttering around me, and he actually made eye contact and conversation. I hope this ‘friendship’ goes beyond this weekend, because honestly he’s pretty kind.

“You’re pretty cool, you know?” Peter said after walking in silence for a bit. “You’re not like the other girls you hang out with.”

“I’ll take that as a complement?” I questioned.

“Oh! Yeah! I didn’t mean anything by that just—,” he put his hands out in defense. “You’re nice, not hanging off every boy just to get laid.” He took a breath, a bit of hesitation. “You made an effort.”

I chuckled. “Thanks, I guess.”

We walked in silence for a couple of more minutes as we approached the block that I lived on. I dreaded having to end the walk, because Peter’s company made me feel happy.

“Well, this is me,” I said, stopping short at the apartment entrance. Peter looked at the building and turned to me.

“We should do group projects together more often, it was fun.”

“We should,” I said, “we work really well together.” I smiled slightly.

Peter smiled back, looking at his shoes quickly, blush taking over his face. “We should definitely do more group projects together.”

“Definitely,” I agreed.

“Even if like, it’s just the two of us, we could still, y'know, work together,” Peter was back to his stuttering self. Now, I was the one blushing.

“I’d like that,” I said, “if you’re up for it, of course.”

“I mean, definitely, I am,” Peter said, looking up again, his arm slightly reaching towards me as he spoke. He realized he was reaching for me and blushed intensely, immediately moving it to his head, rubbing it as he turned.

“I guess I should be getting inside then?” I posed it as a question, wondering if we were done talking around this subject.

“Of course, its freezing!” Peter said. “Sorry, I babble.”

I turned to go inside, my hand pushing the door open. I turned around, leaning into the slightly open door and debated saying the words on the tip of my tongue. I got enough courage to say it. “I’d love to go out with you.”

“Oh good, you see, I was going to ask…” Peter continued to talk mindlessly, seeming to speak a mile per second, I smiled again, rolling my eyes as I pushed the door open some more.

“See you Monday, Parker,” I said, turning around and walking through the door.

“Yeah, Monday,” he waved, smiling widely as I walked away.

Reversed Roles | Diana Prince

Originally posted by to-galgadot


Character: Diana Prince 

Word count: 1,244

Warnings: FLUFF, FLUFF, AND FLUFF

Summary: Reader gets hurt and Diana takes care of them

Requested by: @gayyandtired love ya shortie  


  Typically, you were the once tending to Diana’s wounds from battle. You had taken care of her most of the time but, that all changed one afternoon when she got a call at work that you were  in the hospital.  

 She rushed over right away worried that something really serious had happened. She had dropped everything she was doing, got her coat and drove over to you. Diana practically broke every driving law there was but she could care less, she needed to know you were ok.

 When she got to the hospital she literally screamed at the nurse to tell her what room you were in. The nurse was so startled, she stumbled on her words but, Diana was able to understand what floor and room so she ran straight for the elevator and waited anxiously.

 Once she got you your floor she jogged looking for your room. Once she found it, she looked through the window to make sure it was you. When she saw it was she walked into the room look at you frantically to make sure you were okay.

 You were just watching tv when she walked in so when she looked at you crazily you were confused.

 “What did I do?” you asked confused. “What do you mean? I got a call saying you were hurt!” Diana practically yelled.

“I just fell down a flight of stairs and broke my ankle, no big deal,” you replied calmly. “What?! I thought you were injured even worse than that! They made it seem like you were dying!” Diana argued.

“I’m good, I have unlimited movie choices and free food,” you replied. Diana sighed and sat on your bed, “Well at least you’re okay.”





In the next few hours you were released but, had to use crutches for 2 months until your ankle fully healed.

So now here you were, sitting in the bed you shared with Diana, as she brought you breakfast in bed. Diana’s a perfectionist so everything looked very nice and neat. She even added a rose on the side for decoration.

“Thank you, love,” you said and ate your breakfast while Diana went to go wash the dishes she used.

It felt weird being the one who was being taken care of. You were always helping Diana out when she would get home from saving the world. Now she’s helping you when you fell down a flight of stairs. Not as cool as her but, you were grateful to have her by your side, even if she was exaggerating a bit with your injury.  

When she returned you were finished with the food so she took them back to kitchen and into the sink where she would wash them later. Right now she wanted to spend time with you. You had just gotten out of the hospital and they gave you pain meds that made you sleepy so you were asleep most of the time when you got home. Now that you were awake, she wanted some lazy time with you.

“How are you feeling?” Diana asked as she got under the covers with you.

“I feel a lot better with you here with me,” you said and cuddled into her shoulder.

Diana laughed a little and put her arm around your waist and pulled you closer if possible. You were facing each other and just stared into each other’s eyes for a while. She admired every aspect of your face. Your skin, your eyes, your nose, everything. She wondered how she got so lucky to have someone like you in her life. You were so supportive of her, loved her unconditionally, and just genuinely cared about her. She never had anyone she could rely on but, now she has you. You’re her whole world. She wouldn’t know what to do if she ever lost you.  

“Diana, why are you doing so much for me?” You asked, bringing her back to reality.

“What are you talking about, love?” She asked, confused.

“I literally just fell down some stairs and you’re acting like I just saved the world and you’re nursing me back to life. Isn’t that my job?” You responded, a small smile appearing on your face.

“That’s why I’m doing this, you always take care of me, it’s my turn to do the same,” Diana replied while caressing your cheek.

“Thank you, sweetheart. I appreciate it,” You said and grabbed her hand and kissed it lightly.

You both laid in silence together. It was a comfortable silence to. Diana lived for moments like these with you. She rarely ever got to spend moments like this with you. You were both always working and when you would get home you would both be dead tired and fall asleep almost instantly. It was nice to finally be able to spend quality time with you, even if you were both just laying in bed doing absolutely nothing.  

You felt like you could stay in bed forever but, eventually you both got bored and decided sit outside in your backyard. Diana made two cups of coffee and you both sat down on the bench on your porch, enjoying the calm weather.

You sat next to her, your head on her shoulder, her head resting on top of yours. Her hand was in yours, rubbing your knuckles lightly.

It was mid afternoon now, you and Diana talked for awhile and joked around a bit. There was never a dull moments when you were with Diana, She always knew how to make you smile. You couldn’t have asked for a more perfect woman to share your life with.

You spent almost all day outside just talking and just enjoying each other’s company. Diana prepared a small lunch for the both of you and you ate outside peacefully. Around sunset, Diana helped you back inside and sat you down on the couch. Just as she was about to start preparing dinner, you stopped her, “Let’s get chinese food instead.”

“But I want to make dinner for you, love,” Diana responded.

“I know and I appreciate it but you’ve done so much already. Plus I’ve been craving some beef and broccoli for a while already,” You said shrugging your shoulders and giving her a small smile.

“Okay then, anything for you,” She says taking out her phone and dialing the chinese restaurant’s number. She orders your usual meal and her’s. When she’s done she heads to the couch and turns on the tv. You both watch reruns of Friends before the food arrives minutes later.

The delivery guy rings your doorbell and Diana answers and pays him. She brings the food to the couch so you can eat and still watch tv. When you both finished, Diana threw away everything and sat back with you. She sat down sitting up right and you laid down your head on her lap. She stroked your hair, massaging your scalp slightly making you grow tired. Eventually you fell asleep but Diana continued you brush your hair from your face. Once again she was in awe of your beauty. Even with your face all squished up against her lap, light snores coming from you, she thought you were the most beautiful person in the world. No words would ever be able to explain her love for you. She felt like the luckiest woman in the world when she had you in her arms. 

Forget you


This is going to be long but… like… you don’t have to read it. Its really personal tho so… yeah…

Ok So… most of you don’t know this, but I actually have a twin brother who is only a few moments younger than me. Though we are polar opposites, he is my best friend. He’s the person I call when I am lonely. I’m the person he calls when he’s stressed. All of my weaknesses are his strengths and vice versa.
When I discovered Lolirock I was instantly drawn to Mephisto and Praxina. Its so rare to see brother/sister twins done well in media (NOTE: Yes we’ve seen Gravity falls. Yes its wonderful).  Its little things that other twins (I’m sure!) will know. The little side glances they give each other that need NO words. The bickering, but never crossing the line. The baseless threats… the scheming, even against their own leader… when you’re a twin the rest of the world comes second. Your twin feels like a separate part of you. Not a half or like a missing piece or something… like you have all these spare pieces that somehow makeup another human being who you don’t need to explain yourself to. The person who knows you SO well that they know every. single. thing. that. makes. you. CRAZY. And the person who knows you so well that with one word everything can feel better.

I was bewitched with how much they reminded me of me and my brother. The first example came from the episode ,“Batty,”

Mephsito: “Why do you always get to go first?”
Praxina: “Because I’m older,”
Mephisto: “WELL I’M TALLER!!”

This is literally a conversation he and I have had 100 times in our lives. I showed him the clip, he couldn’t believe it and demanded to know what the show was. He definitely teased me about it for its childish nature, but we started watching it here and there when we hang out, but only good twin episodes…  
Finally we got to Forget You this last weekend, and he got extremely emotional watching it.

You see, around the time we were close to finishing highschool, I… slipped into a horrible depression and let myself slip away from all the things I cared about. I wanted to feel normal. River was the only person who noticed. He was the only person who tried to help me. I was good at faking my smiles and playing the part, so everyone else made excuses and brushed him off as being silly or seeing signs that weren’t there. They all liked me better this way. I was easier, I was nicer… but I wasn’t me. River could tell, and he desperately did everything he could to help me, but it only made me resent him.

When Mephisto yells at Praxina, “I need you to remember who you are!” my brother started to get misty-eyed (I literally sobbed the first time I watched it tho). He looked at me and we had a silent moment. It was uncannily similar to the last argument he and I had after my “accident.”

I did something really bad. It almost got me killed. I don’t want to get into it, but I was in the hospital for 2 weeks and my recovery took a year. My brother was the only person who stood by me in that time, despite our extensive family. They’re good people… but they took it all pretty hard and pretty much gave up on me for what I had done. I didn’t blame them. I still don’t.

But River was there every day. Eventually, he was the only one. He would talk about goofy stuff for hours, just trying to help get my mind off the things that were polluting it. And I would lay there silently. I was so lost and broken and sad I couldn’t stand him. I would usually pretend to ignore him, or say something mean. He never seemed to mind too much. He was just so happy I was alive. He never gave up on me, though. Not once. And every day before he left he would ask if he could kiss me goodbye. I always told him no, so he would just say he loved me and that he was so happy I was ok. But I wasn’t ok. And in my mind, I thought I would never be ok again. And I was furious and jealous of him.  
One day, sitting in the hospital room, he made a very harmless joke about something and I responded with a very nasty insult, with only the intent to wound him. He got very quiet and sat still for a long time. It was the first time I had seen him cry since we were children.

“You know… everyone is mad at you. And I’m mad at you, too… but I love you too much to leave you. So You can give up if you want, but I will never give up on you… because I don’t know how to be without you.”
He had been fighting for me for so long at that point, and he was tired. He was completely exhausted. I finally could SEE it. I don’t know why I couldn’t before, but in that moment I finally realized all he had done, and I saw the last of his energy spent.

And he left, without asking if he could kiss me. And I cried. I thought I pushed him too far. I thought I had lost him like I had lost everyone else. I felt so alone.  
But the next day he came back, with 3 cups of jello (2 for him, 1 for me), that big stupid grin on his face and stories about our classmates from the day. He made a joke about the boy who I had once dated, and for the first time in months, I let myself honestly laugh. It felt so good and strange and suddenlly all I wanted was for him to talk more. He laughed a lot that day, and made jokes about stupid things. We watched a horrible lifetime movie and mocked it the entire time and I don’t think I have ever laughed so much. I still felt horrible. I still hated myself… but I didn’t feel alone anymore, and I didn’t know how I ever did.

And when he asked if he could kiss me goodbye, I told him “sure,” and he blew a raspberry on my forehead. He laughed so hard and said, “I have been waiting to do that for DAAAYS!”

Things weren’t suddenly better over night…I was too broken for that. I would still have my moments of cruelty and I would still wallow in my own self-pitty, but my brother was always there to remind me of who I was, who I really was. And with him, a few good therapists and lots of time and hard work, I was able to put the brunt of it behind me. And that never would have happened had he not revealed to me how hurt he was for me.  

Watching Forget You with him brought back that time for us both. It was emotional and tense watching it, but when Mephisto dropped to his knees, panting in exhaustion after dispelling all of his energy, only to have Praxina see his pain and willingly go back to him, River and I made the comparison.
Its exactly what I had to do.  River fought for me until he had nothing left in him, and it was what brought me back to him. a


I don’t have a point to this… I guess… just… the twins are magical to me. That episode was insanely close to home. I’ve never related so closely to any kind of relationship on a show ever. And even if my brother will not watch anymore episodes (not his cup of tea) he loves Forget You. Its just nice to see something we can relate to on that level.  I think Its a really special show for SO many reasons, and I am heartbroken to see Praxina driven to madness by the thought of her brothers death. Honestly, if that happened to River I would probably become a psychopath as well. a


In my brothers’ words, “I would fight ALL the sparkly princesses for you!”
Me too, bro. Me. Too.

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Ok this totally got away with me at over 1k words but once the idea hit it had to be written.  Also tagging @crowley-you-sinnamon-roll​ and @dont-hate-relate-pls​ because I thought you might appreciate this one.


It was hard dating God.  Chuck was temperamental.  He was used to getting his own way, and that stubbornness you’d seen in all the archangels was a learned trait if there ever was one.  

It was also amazing.  Chuck could be so thoughtful, creating entire locations for the two of you to escape to from scratch.  You never wanted for anything, not that you asked for much.  He could spend hours worshipping you, making you feel as if you were the Supreme Being in the relationship.  

These days, however, he was growing restless.  It was nothing new.  As someone who’d been around literally forever, you assumed the man would get a little bored from time to time.  Often he took up new hobbies.  

This time, he’d started performing.  Singing, to be exact, and playing guitar at random hole in the wall venues.  It impressed you that he even bothered to make a go of it like a regular person.  All he had to do was snap his fingers and he could be the biggest musician in North America.  

You imagined that would take all the fun out of it, however.  

He was good at it and incredibly sexy, something that didn’t go unnoticed by the other women at these places.  You knew a part of him loved the attention.  Rather, his ego did, but the rest of him was firmly devoted to you and every time he played he made sure there was a spot saved for you at the very front.  

Tonight was a bit of a celebration.  It was his first gig at a really nice spot that drew a lot of locals in the area.  He was nervous, you could tell, and you didn’t know what you spent more time on: fixing his hair because he couldn’t stop running his hand through it or reminding him to relax.  

You knew it was an even bigger deal than you initially thought when you walked in to take your seat and Sam and Dean were also there.  They never made an appearance unless the world was ending or there was something to celebrate.   Considering you’d helped him put together the set list, it was safe to assume it was the latter.

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anonymous asked:

can you pretty please rec me some clizzy college au fics?

ok so the story of me finding stuff for this ask: when i read it this morning i couldnt think of a single fic that i had read that was a college au. so i spent literally all day (like both of my breaks at work and as soon as i got off work) combing through all of the clary x izzy fics on ao3 so that i could answer this. 

it didn’t take as long as you would think, which prompts me to say: PLEASE WRITE MORE COLLEGE AU CLIZZY FICS. there are a ton more high school au ones, though.

fics that are explicitly college au:

The Taste of Your Lips -  marececilys -  1412 words, Teen+. 

Clary doesn’t want to go out, but at her roommate Helen’s insistence, finally agrees to be dragged to a party. She wasn’t expecting to meet a beautiful girl in a gorgeous dress. And she definitely wasn’t expecting to kiss her.

AKA, incredibly cheesy Clizzy college-AU. Enjoy!

monsters (stuck in your head) -  kirargent -  10366 words, Teen+.

The one where a super hot girl flirts with Clary, who is just a small scatter-brained college student trying to focus on Art History, family, and her best friend.

…Except then there’s demons? And Clary’s maybe freaking out, just a little.

fics that mention college/have them as students, but aren’t technically “college au’s”:

crave youmargot_tenenbaum -  3781 words, Mature.

Every morning Clary wakes up warm and happy that she ended up with Isabelle as a roommate. She’s not sure what she did to get so lucky.

Nights are a different story.

an appreciation for the arts -  wvlfqveen -  1850 words, G.

There was an old man by the entrance of the collection looking intently at one of Klimt’s sketches -Clary couldn’t recognize it from this angle-, and ….

There was also the most beautiful person she had ever seen, looking at a painting Clary did recognize; Hope II.

Clary’s fingers itched. She looked down at her new, empty page, then up at the person, and got to work.

+ even though it’s totally tacky, i’m gonna include my stuff:

fic, but only includes mentions of them being students:

Whatever Gets You Seen - 4792 words, Teen+.

“Isabelle hated this part. She knew as soon as Jace texted her not to come home for a few hours that she was going to have to deal with this, but that still didn’t make it any better. Alec was lucky, because he had officially moved out into his boyfriend’s apartment, but Isabelle and Jace still lived together. Which was great, usually. When it involved sock sliding and flour fights, she loved living with her brother. When it involved dealing with the one night stand he wanted to dip out on the next morning, she hated it.

Which was exactly what was happening now.”

headcanons: one, two, three

anonymous asked:

OP for the Allydia ask I'm kicking myself because I was going to suggest Cora/Lydia but I was running out of space and just kinda thought forget about it. So Derek is a jock and his sister sits to watch his practices because he's her ride. She has likes Lydia but think she's dating Derek (head cheerleader and captain high school rules) but they're only friends. Stiles - who she thought was Derek's best friend - is actually his boyfriend. Done!

That’s perfect!! Oh, and the extra sibling tension that would introduce to the dynamic. Cora falling for her brother’s “girlfriend” and feeling slightly guilty but so, so bitter about it because Derek doesn’t even seem to appreciate Lydia the way she deserves. He barely even talks about her at home, and spends way more time with some of his dumb jock friends than with her.

And honestly (and this is not just hope or jealousy talking, ok?) Lydia doesn’t even seem all that into him either. Cora’s seen her drop a kiss on Derek’s cheek here and there (and doesn’t that make her stomach clench up in absolute, seething frustration) but then she’ll flounce off without a second glance toward him. Honestly, Cora almost thinks Lydia looks at the people hanging out on the bleachers more than she does at her own boyfriend.

And apparently that’s A-ok with Derek, who doesn’t even look after her when she leaves him. Cora manages, once in a while, to pull her own attention from Lydia’s toned, curvy legs and gently bouncing frame to send a surreptitious scowl her brother’s way, and more often than not finds him already wrapped up in conversation with his teammates – leaning in to share some secret with Stiles or laughing at something Stiles says, leaning into his friend’s arm in a comfortable way Cora has never seen him act with Lydia.

They’re probably just together as a status thing anyway, she decides, and she can’t decide if that’s better or worse. Because yeah, it would suck beyond belief if they were some kind of a big epic romance, but at the same time Lydia deserves to be treated as so much more than a social symbol, more than… than arm candy for her stupid, unappreciative older brother. She’s not just gorgeous and confident, like most people notice. Cora’s in three classes with Lydia Martin and the girl is an absolute genius in all of them, not that anyone else ever seems to notice. She’s got this sarcastic humor that filters through sometimes, when she’s just so done with the class and the teacher and everything, and starts wording her answers in ways so that even the teacher doesn’t seem to catch that they’re being carefully condescended to. Cora notices though, and Lydia has shot her a wicked grin more than once as she tries to stifle her laughter at the other girl’s remarks.

Point being, Lydia deserves more than Derek. Deserves someone who cares, and thinks about her even after she walks away, and notices all the little things about her that everyone else overlooks.

And then one Friday night, Derek’s getting ready to go out and Cora’s lounging on the living room couch lamenting the utter unfairness of her entire existence, because it actually looks like he’s getting invested in his appearance for once, and keeps smiling down at his hands in this slightly stupid(er than usual) way… and of course he’s finally started to realize what he has and how lucky he is to be with Lydia. Cora’s mentally taking back every thought she’d ever had about wishing Derek could just appreciate his girlfriend properly. (Because she likes Lydia, ok, but she’s not a saint, and there’s no way in hell she’s ever going to be able to call the possible love of her life “sister.” She’s groaning and shoving a pillow over her face at the mere thought,)

But then someone knocks on the door and when Derek answers it Stiles is standing there, and Derek’s inviting him in like he’s expected, and Cora doesn’t even know what to make of that because has Derek seriously spent the last hour looking more excited about grabbing dinner with Stiles than he ever has about spending time with Lydia?

And before she can help herself, Cora’s rolling smoothly to her feet and scowling at the both of them, arms crossing over her chest.

Seriously? Why don’t you just date each other then?”

And the weirdest thing ever happens then, because Derek and Stiles are both looking at her with these completely bemused expressions, before Stiles says, slowly, “Um… we are?”

He sends Derek a wild glance like he’s looking for confirmation, and Derek just rolls his eyes and threads their fingers together, casual as anything, and then frowns at Cora.

“We have been since last summer. How did you not know this?”

And Cora’s eyebrows have shot up to somewhere probably around cloud level, and she’s shaking her head in disbelief because no, Derek is dating Lydia Martin; this has essentially been the main conflict in Cora’s life since homecoming a couple months back, when Derek and Lydia spent all week parading around the school together before being elected homecoming king and queen.

Derek’s brows are lifting slowly to match hers.

“I said I was going on a date tonight. Who did you think it was with?” And then, before she can even think about how to answer (or deflect), he goes on, “He comes over all the time. You were watching Die Hard with us last week and we were cuddling on the couch right next to you.”

And Cora opens her mouth to protest and then closes it because… ok, yeah, maybe Derek had never outright said “hey by the way I’m dating Stiles.” But now that she has her Derek’s dating Lydia rage-blinders off, it’s actually kind of painfully obvious how into each other Derek and Stiles are. Derek’s not exactly the touchy-feely type, but he’s always leaning into Stiles’ space, always murmuring things against his ear – and Cora had generally figured that they were just inappropriate boy humor things that would get them in trouble if an adult heard them, but now she realizes they were probably inappropriate boyfriend things and that’s about a thousand times worse.

She makes a face.

“Oh wait, ew, you were doing boyfriend things on the couch with me literally three feet away from you?”

Derek actually flushes a little at that, but Stiles just snorts.

Cuddling, dude. Nothing to offend your delicate sisterly sensibilities.”

And Cora would probably try to argue the point – and then crush any desire Stiles might have to call her “delicate” ever again – but the full “Derek’s dating Stiles” implications are finally starting to sink in, and if Derek’s dating Stiles then…

“So you’re not dating Lydia?”

Derek leans into Stiles’ shoulder, huffing a quiet laugh.

“Why would I date Lydia when you’ve been into her since forever?” And then, at the nudge into his side, he points a thumb at Stiles. “And also, I’m already dating this one.”

“Dick,” Stiles says fondly, and Derek smiles down at his hands helplessly.

Cora’s barely paying attention because “So wait. So… Lydia’s single?”

Derek shrugs, looking up to send her a lovingly insulting look that only a sibling could pull off.

“Depends on whether you finally get your head out of your ass and ask her out. She’s been waiting for you to make a move for weeks. Apparently she’s been working to ‘reel you in’ for a while now? …And I do not need to know what any of that means, by the way.”

And Cora might still be reeling (haha) a bit from this complete reworking of the world as she knew it, but that doesn’t stop her from hopping off the bleachers the second the cheerleaders come into view the next day, and marching over and asking Lydia out in front of everyone.

And Lydia just beams at her and says “Finally. I was thinking I might have to take my top off or something to get you to make a move.”

And while Cora’s still stuck on that mental image, Lydia snorts and leans in to peck her on the cheek, lingering against her ear long enough to murmur “We’re going out as soon as practice ends. Don’t go anywhere.”

And then she’s bouncing over to rejoin the rest of her team, turning to send Cora no less than three grinning glances over her shoulder as she goes.

Cora watches her the whole way.

Caffeine + Gravity

For Vivian @swagmoneyharry 

By Dagny @dagnywrites 

She went to school to run away from the rest of her (plentiful, multifarious) issues. She busies herself with making coffee and reading English lit. He wants to read the stars for a living. She ran into him. 

Words: 5.5k 

Warnings: language, alcohol 

Main pairing: H + OFC

• S E P T E M B E R •

           She started the day hot, wet, and covered in coffee.

            She wasn’t sure which was worse: the tidal wave of hot coffee that had gone down her shirt and made its way all the way down to her pants after her third customer of the morning had been unsatisfied with the flavor of his macchiato (what a shithead), or the ridiculous fact that she was the only one who came into work on time today, and therefore could not leave to go change for at least the next hour and a half. Truth be told, that wasn’t even the worst part. The very worst bit had to be the blistering pain she felt all down her side that somehow intensified every time she ventured a little closer to the espresso machine. This would prove to be fairly inconvenient, as she had to use that machine more times in one morning than she had to use her (fairly shitty; rather frightening) shower in a month.

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anonymous asked:

Ok so my friend is in an intro theatre course and her professor like spent a lecture on the difference between art and entertainment. One of her big example was les mis vs beauty and the beast. She said les mis was art and beauty was just entertainment. When my friend told me this I was really really shocked. Am I the only one who thinks that a really bad way of looking at art? Like everyone agreed with her. I think it limits and cheapens art to say things like beauty and the beast "aren't art"

Oh nooooooo no no no no no no.  

End the snotty, pretentious “art vs. entertainment” discussion.  We’re talking about frickin’ MUSICAL THEATRE HERE.  We are literally breaking out into song sporadically.   Stop making this into “high art” vs. “low art.”  Screw that!  It’s all entertainment!  We’re dressing up and playing pretend for a few hours.  Sure, some stories may have deeper social meanings, may make more resounding statements, may make us think more, but for heaven’s sake, it’s musicallllll theatreeeeeeee.  If you like Beauty and the Beast and you think it’s art, then it’s art.  I can’t tell you the number of artists I know who absolutely despise Les Mis and find it pretentious and boring.  That’s not because they can’t appreciate art–they’re frickin’ actors, of course they can appreciate art–it’s because from one person to the next, we’ll all look at art in a different way!  I look at Phantom of the Opera as art, and I can guarantee you most won’t agree with me because it’s “commercial.”  I look at Lion King as art, serious art, that is innovative and unbelievably beautiful to watch.  And it’s entertaining! And, guess what–it’s the highest grossing show on Broadway.   And I consider it art.  I look at some plays that people will put on pedestals for being “art” and I wrinkle my nose, thinking, “Boy I don’t want to sit through that…  Thanks but….No thanks…”  That’s not because I’m an uncultured swine, it’s because theatre is meant to be entertaining.  It is!  It’s a form of entertainment!  It’s why I love working at theme parks–because I am entertaining people, genuinely!  I see their faces, I see them singing along, I see them having a good time, and that makes me far happier as a performer than seeing people sleeping in the audience from the amazing “art” I’m producing.  Screw this idea.  Seriously, we need to get people off their high horses.  It’s entertainment, it’s business, and it’s all art meant for entertainment.  It’s all beautiful.  It’s all fabulous.  Stop pitting “fun” musicals against “art” musicals.  Stop putting one on a pedestal and rolling your eyes at the other.  You’re not any better for hating something people love and are entertained by.  You’re not suddenly more cultured for being “above” certain musicals.

The Station, Chapter Five

Fandom: My Mad Fat Diary

AU Synopsis: Rae moves to the seaside town, Croyde, where Chloe’s family has a vacation house. She’ll live there over the summer with Chloe’s family and work as an intern at a local radio station before heading off to her first year of university in the Fall in London. Upon arriving, she meets everyone in the gang and starts developing unexpected relationships.

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The summer so far…

Chapter One | Chapter Two Chapter Three | Chapter Four

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Chapter Five

The next morning at Heart, the first thing Rae saw was Finn standing in front of her with a huge grin on his face. “Kester said ‘yes’. As long as we get most of our work done, we can leave at lunch.” 

Rae beamed. “Seriously?”

Finn looked completely pleased with himself. “Yup. So, work fast.” They split up and hustled around the office going through their daily routine in fast forward.

Hours went by faster than Rae expected. At noon, Finn hurried over to her desk. “Ok, intern. You’re done for the day.” Rae immediately stopped typing, stood up and gathered her things. She gave Finn the biggest smile she could manage. “See you at mine in an hour?”

“Yup, I’ll pick you up then.” 

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