SANA: I wrote.. Hi. In the 9th grade, there was a social worker who told me I had an anger issue. I thought: Fuck her, she doesn’t understand shit. Because.. she didn’t understand shit. But now I’m wondering if she maybe was right. Because I am angry. I’m angry because I’m not Muslim enough and no matter what I do, I’m never Norwegian enough. And I’m not Moroccan enough and I’m not chill enough, not pretty enough. I’m angry because I made it so important to fit in on a russ bus. I’m angry because I don’t fit in anywhere. Because I always get angry and fuck up, but most of all I’m sad because it influenced you. Because that bus is not important to me. It’s not important to me to be muslim enough, or if I fit in with Moroccans or Norwegians.
[Because that bus is not important to me. It’s not important to me to be muslim enough, or if I fit in with Moroccans or Norwegians.
As long as I belong with you guys. The biggest losers in school.
I’m sorry for what I’ve done, I don’t give a shit if I’m expelled, just please, forgive me.
[TO CHRIS: Are you coming?]
SARA: Do you know if they’re coming?
SANA: I think they’re coming.
INGRID: Because it’s a bit meaningless without them. Everyone here agree we won’t report it to the school?
SARA: You agree too, right? Did anyone have their last class with them or something?
GIRL1: I saw Eva during the break, at least.
INGRID: They haven’t written to you or anything?
INGRID: Maybe you could try calling them?
[Hey, you’ve reached Chris. I can’t pick up the phone right now, sorry..]
[Hey, you’ve reached Chris. I can’t..]
INGRID: But do you think Eva and Vilde wanted to report it to the school?
SANA: I don’t know.
SARA: But they haven’t said anything about it?
INGRID: But they understand that if they do that, we have to tell them why we made the Vilde account and that’ll influence you too.
SANA: I think they understand that.
INGRID: But seriously, how long are we supposed to be bothered with sitting here? It doesn’t seem like they’re coming.
GIRL1: There’s no point in sitting here..
GIRL2: What time is it anyway?
GIRL3: Ten to half past..
SARA: Should we just leave, you guys?
GIRLS: Yeah, let’s go.
SARA: Let’s go.
THE GIRL SQUAD: SANA!!! SANA!! SANA!! SANA!! COME ON!! Look what we got!!
Time for a rant:
First off let me say I’m a clexa shipper, so I went through the same thing you guys did when Lexa died. But what I’m about to rant about is more serious than any fictional ship.
Okay, for all of you people who’re not watching The 100 anymore because you’re upset, that’s fine! It’s completely okay to stop watching a show you no longer like. But to you shits who’re actively trying to get The 100 cancelled and boycotting it, stop. Seriously, you guys may think that you’re doing the right thing and trying to stop queer bating but you’re destroying tons of innocent people’s livelihood. You’re trying to cancel a show that’s queer bated, which it bad, but that was a decision that was made by a few. You’re taking away the jobs of tons of people for instance, Eliza Taylor, Lindsey Morgan, Bob Morley, Marie Avgeropoulos, Devon Bostick, Henry Ian Custick, Richard Harmon, Paige Turco, Chris Larkin, Isaiah Washington, Zach McGowan, cinematographer, floor manager, graphics coordinator, stage manager, makeup artists, production manager, technical directors, stunt coordinators, video control operator, composer, colorist, editors, foley artist, costume designer, location manager, production and set designer, etc. Should I go on? And I know what you guys are saying, that they’ll be better off working on something that’s not the show, but not if the show gets cancelled! They’re way less likely to get hired (maybe even ever again) if the show gets cancelled, it looks bad for them. Name one successful actor from a failed tv show. Hmmm, don’t really know anyone do you? And then think about some minor workers on the set who might not even get a job ever again if The 100 gets cancelled. All because you guys had to have a fit and demand the show gets cancelled, stop being a baby and realize that people have jobs and aren’t as privileged to have everything handed to them, they work, and you’re taking away the work from them. It’s as simple as that. Yes, I get you’re upset about Lexa but please look at the bigger picture. So next time I hear someone trying to boycott The 100, you better be ready for me setting a fire in your ass.
SKAM S04E05 Clip 5 - Imagine all the people living life in peace
ESKILD: “You’re the one called Elias, right?” EVA: Elias is your brother? ESKILD: Then I go up to him and then I stroke him, just a little bit on his side at first, then I feel like a shiver going up his spine. *Gag noises* Then he left pretty quickly, but he seemed open for more fun. CHRIS: Are you crazy? EVA: Stop! I can send you the money. CHRIS: Send me the money? What? EVA: I can send it! How much is it? Hello! CHRIS: 112. EVA: It doesn’t! CHRIS: 112 for a beer. EVA: I can give you.. CHRIS: 112,50. 112,40.. [Are you coming?] EVA: 112,40? CHRIS: Point 40. [John Lennon - Imagine] EVEN: Thank you! CHRIS: Oh my God SANA: Yeah.. CHRIS: Yeah.. SANA: Oh, I love you so much.
“Your ass looks great.” “Will you fuck off for a second?”
“You’ve really fucked me over this time.”
“Please let me in.”
genre: fuckboi!jungkook, roommate!jungkook, possibly smut in the future? angstish for now tbh
How you ended up with the world’s biggest fuckboy as your roommate, you don’t know; actually you did but still why you stayed you don’t know. This was seriously one of the world’s wonders; there were no common interests or reasons we had to get along but somehow we both ended up in this place together. You had been placed in the same apartment thanks to your friend Jimin who was moving to his own place and he said he’d look for a roommate for you, you didn’t expect that guy to move the worst person he could possibly choose into your home.
“I’m sorry, okay? He needed a place to stay after getting kicked out of Youngjae’s place.”, Jimin sympathetically told you whilst you tried to enjoy a meal. “If they kicked out, what makes you think I want him?” “Come on, he’s like a younger brother to me, he’s your age. Give him a chance?” “He’s literally the worst, since the day I met him I’ve wanted to murder him.” “Jeez, you need to stop hanging out with Yoongi.” “Besides the point, Jimin.” “I’m sorry, just give him a chance, if you can’t stand him, just leave, come to me, I don’t care, but give it a go. I kinda do wanna live on my own now?” “Am I the problem?”, you asked unamused by his hectic argument. “No, no, it’s not you, it’s just easier to get to work and school from my new place. You’re always welcome over if you need to stay or something, don’t worry.” “Fine, this is all for you Park Jimin.”
The things you do for this guy; you had a soft spot for Jimin, he was like an older brother to you. The one you never had, he really needed a roommate and soon you became friends, that was after realising you guys had mutual friends. Well, now you were living with Jungkook for Jimin’s sake.
It wasn’t too bad at first, neither of you spoke to each other and when he did attempt to make conversation you would simply tell him: “Did we agree on talking at this time or am i hearing things?”, causing him to sigh and give up on trying to gain your friendship. Other times you were forced to speak to him, like when he was in front of the fridge, the stove, the microwave or the door. “Move out the way dickead.”, you told him after he was blocking the entrance to the bathroom. “That’s not how you pronounce Jungkook!”, he pouted as he dried his hair with a towel. “Was I trying to pronounce your name? I don’t think so and you’re still in the way!” “My apologies, my lady.” He would always attempt to joke around with you and be friendly, but you assumed he was doing so to be civil not to be friends with you after he dropped you and Isla back in high school, even if you weren’t friends with Isla anymore, it still sucked.
Man, I haven’t seen a Spider-Man movie so good for a very long time. I disliked Garfield’s version and I wasn’t really expecting much from Tom Holland, but after Civil War, my hope actually did skyrocket. And Spider-Man: Homecoming has not disappointed me. Though, it had one small minus.
Spoilers ahead, obviously.
Here’s my list of things I totally loved:
Bear papa Tony Stark. Seriously. A++++ character development. Tony is nothing but a sweet angel, I promise. He doesn’t steal the show either.
HAPPY HOGAN HONESTLY I WAS SO HAPPY TO SEE YOU!!!!!
They chose not to follow the boring-to-death Mary Jane/Gwen Stacy bullshit, instead they chose a NORMAL high school-like hardcore crushing/relationship. Not the big, eternal love at the age of 15. Yes, Peter was clearly having strong feelings for Liz, but it wasn’t all unnecessarily too much. They kept it totally natural and realistic. I will love them forever for that.
Biracial relationship, biracial marriage. Nice.
Many POC characters.
Ned is basically me the entire movie, honestly
Did I mention they kept it all REAL? Peter cried more than once, because he was in danger, because he was confused, because he is still a kid. Yes, he is tough, he is smart, he is strong and brave, but he is also only 15 and he is allowed to be weak and to learn out of that. I think it was really, really awesome.
Zero plot holes. Like, literally, none. They packed it all up nicely, addressed issues from CA:CW and Avengers both 1 and 2. I wish all the other movies and TV-show makers would do the same with their stories.
Karen, the suit lady and her instant-kill mode. Yup.
The Bank of Queen’s scene, with criminals wearing Avengers’ masks, so a casual viewier would get the “they’re seen as cirminals now” vibe. Small thing, done mostly for fun, but I like it anyways.
PAPA BEAR TONY STARK SERIOUSLY I WILL NOT SHUT UP ABOUT IT
Also, Happy mentioned the plain contained “materials for Cap’s newshield”. I think I had an orgasm just by hearing that.
Oh and about Cap: I can’t even imagine the amount of fun Chris Evans had by jumping into his old Captain America costume just to film those lame educational movie clips
Also, the amount of trolling in the post-credit scene is strong. Very strong.
Assholes. Seriously. And Chris Evans’ shit-eating grin when Cap said “patience” was the worst. Fuck you, sir.
Things I did not like:
- Peppers Potts. What the even fuck. Like why? Where did she pop out from? Seriously? Just ????????
Ok guys, I feel like I need to clarify what I meant with Pepper.
It’s not that I don’t like Pepperony, or Pepper Potts herself. I freaking love Pepper Potts
(as an individual character and not a part of Pepperony ship) and if
Tony can’t be with Steve, then Pepper is honestly the best choice for
him. (reason I’m saying Steve would be better is because Steve is much
more understanding and delicate when it comes to Tony and that’s
something Tony desperately needs)(but Stony can happen only if Stucky
cannot tho. Stucky #1, always).
Anyway, all I’m saying is
just that she popped out of the blue and it looked like nothing
happened? Judging by Tony’s face in CA:CW when he said Pepper “needed a
break”, it looked like she dumped him permanently, because she disliked
his lifestyle and/or was too stressed herself (and that’s totally
understandable, tho). It was probably the big drama effect that was
meant to contribute to Tony’s general stress, frustration, and the
feeling of not being in control of his life (again). I get it now after
watching Spider-Man, it actually makes sense.
I just don’t
like the way they put Pepper back in the story. Like nothing happened,
like Tony was never heartbroken, and they’ve been happily together since
2008. Even though I love to see Tony happy and and head over heels in love,
I wish they would save it to the Avengers movie and explain what
actually happened between them and how did they resolve the conflict.
Potts is a strong and smart woman, she’s definitely the Stark Industry
boss material, and of course she is a human being that’s constantly put
into stressful situations thanks to Tony and his identity as Iron Man. I
am not saying that she should block her own feelings just to make Tony
happier, but if his lifestyle is too stressful for her and she cannot
accept it, maybe it would be better if they weren’t together. Not
because they’re not in love, but because Tonyneeds someone who will stay with him no matter what. He
needs this psychological and emotional stability, and I don’t think it
does him any good if Pepper constantly changes her mind whether to be or
not to be with him. Either she stays and accepts him, and Tony of
course does everything to soothe her stress, or they split. I just don’t
like the emotional roller coaster Tony is constantly put through: he
deserves cuddles, soft kisses and patience. Pepper deserves
psychological stability, too.
That’s why I disliked the way
they put them back together: I simply cannot know how they resolved the
conflict. I miss it, because I wanted to see if they’re actually doing
it properly this time. If they did, then I’m totally happy for Pepper’s
Lance jerked awake at that, stumbling up and frantically searching. “What? What is it? Is the castle under attack? Did I forget to do the dishes?” Lance looked around. “Why are we in the hangers..? Oh. Oh yeah,” Lance rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly. “I accidentally fell asleep.” Lance then looked up at the team, who were staring at him with wide eyes and mouths open. “Uh…guys? Do I have something on my face? I didn’t drool again, did I? Oh man, that’s embarrassing.” He frantically began to wipe his mouth, cheeks reddening with embarrassment. Keith grabbed his hand and gently pulled it away from his face. “No Lance, you look fine. It’s just that-” “Did you seriously bond with all the Lions?!” Pidge interrupted. Lance flushed an even darker red. “Uhh..yes..?” Coran’s eyes shines brightly. “Lance my boy, just how did you manage to do that with all the Lions, even the Black Lion?” Lance looked down and began to play with a loose thread on his shirt. “Well, it kind of happened on an accident. It all started back when I was cleaning Blue after a mission. I was giving her a wax and a deep clean, just a relaxing spa day, when I thought the other Lions might like it as well. After a few weeks of that, I started talking about my family and my life back at the Garrison. Then one day, I could sense them all in the back of my head. Kinda like Blue, but softer. When that happened, I could show them my memories, which lead to me talking about you guys.” Shiro smiled softly. “Yeah, we know..they showed us.” “W-what?? What did they show you exactly?!” The Lions suddenly hummed in unison as Lance’s eyes began to glaze over. Allura and Coran gasped as Lance’s eyes began to softly glow. After a few moments, Lance returned back to normal, hiding his face in his hands. “Oohhh man, I can’t believe they showed you guys that. I’m wounded. I’ve been betrayed. How can I ever recover from this embarrassment? Okay, yeah I’m gonna crawl under the covers and never leave my room. It was nice knowing you all.” Allura giggled and grabbed Lance by the shoulders. “Lance, that wasn’t embarrassing. It was..sweet and very brave and courageous. Even inspiring.” Hunk stepped up. “The way you helped me with my anxiety even though I was mean..” The rest of the Paladins joined him. “The way you helped me through my nightmares and flashback, even though I hurt you..” “The way you cooked me and my mom dinner even skipping class to bring it to us personally..” “The way stood up for me, without even really knowing me.” Coran joined them and pat Lance on the back. “Because of your selflessness and respect for your teammates, you’ve have earned respect and trust from their Lions. And even more so, you BONDED with them. Lance my boy, do you realize what this means?” Lance looked up, hesitating. “Uh, hopefully something good? I’m not in trouble am I? ‘Cause I didn’t mean to bond with them, I promise! It just kinda…happened.” Allura chuckled softly, slowly shaking her head. “No Lance. You’re not in trouble.” Allura stepped forward, taking Lance’s face in between her hands. “Know that no Paladin, in the over 10,000 years that I’ve been alive, has ever bonded with all the Lions, that is because only four people in the entire universe ever can. One Black Paladin can bond with the other Lions, one Red Paladin can bond with the other Lions, one Yellow Paladin can bond with the other Lions, one Green Paladin can bond with the other Lions, and only one Blue Paladin can bond with the other Lions.” The team stared at them with wide eyes. Lance’s started slowly. “So…what does this mean? Am I special or something.” Coran chuckled. “Oh my boy, you’re are incredibly special indeed. Only the True Paladins of Voltron are able to form these bonds. You see, the Lions were created by Alteans, so we always believed that this would only happen with Altean pilots. But you proved us wrong.” Allura smiled at him gently, eyes shining. “Lance, what we are trying to say is, by bonding with all the Lions of Voltron, you have proven yourself to us and to the Lions of Voltron. Lance, a very very special human boy from Cuba,” Allura steps back, and stuns the team by deeply bowing at Lance. “You are the True Blue Paladin of Voltron.” Lance stumbles backwards, mouth hanging open, along with the other Paladins. “WHAT?!”
~sorry for the short update! The next part, I’ll go into more detail; I didn’t want to spoil everything in one part. ;P~
Roman swallowed thickly, his legs trembling a bit. A took three deep
breaths and closed his eyes, the hands tight around the flowers.
As soon as he opened his eyes again, after sinking down, he felt the
heaviness in his eyes. He blinked his eyes open, biting his bottom lip, his
breath shaking again. That room still gave him the creeps.
“Of course it does Roman, you’ve been here what? Two times?” he asked to
himself, sighing and shaking his head. “Focus. Focus” he looked around again
and froze, seeing the other trait in the kitchen, making something. Probably
Thankful for being wearing his socks, he walked to the kitchen slowly,
his body trembling as he approached the dark figure. He held back a groan as he
pushed his hair away from his face. This whole ‘being anxious’ thing was too
annoying for his liking. He approached the trait slowly, moving the hand with
the flowers to his back and the other over his shoulder, touching him.
That… earned a jump and two wide eyes turning to him, before he relaxed.
“Roman, for god’s sake, why did you come here so… quietly?” Virgil
asked, putting his mug down and turning around. He furrowed his eyebrows,
lifting his hand and pushing Roman’s fringe off his face. “You guys get ruined
when you come down here, seriously” he chuckled and Roman smiled a bit, shrugging.
“Make up is nice sometimes” he said and fixed his back, cleaning his
throat. “I… um… I came here because… well… You know, after our little fall out the
“Roman” he said, and he looked at Virgil, who was smiling softly. “Don’t
sweat it. I forgave you guys and you guys forgave me. It’s all settled now
“Yeah…” he mumbled and bit his lip as Virgil turned away to grab his mug
and turned around again. “Still An… Virgil” he tried, and he looked up again. “I
still feel sorry. I was the last to accept you… at least to myself” he chuckled
and looked down before he sighed. “Just… here” he pulled the flowers from his
back, handing the black roses to Virgil. “I thought they would… give a little
life to the place”
“Oh…” he mumbled and slowly the flowers were taken away from Roman’s
hand. “I’ll find a vase for it, wait a second” he said, rushing around and
grabbing a big glass, filling it with water and putting the flowers in before
returning, smiling. “Thank you Roman. That was really nice of you”
“Maybe I’m learning with Patton” he chuckled quietly and looked at the
other trait, tilting his head. “But can I… Can I do something else?”
“What?” Virgil asked, eyes narrowing. Roman chuckled and shrugged.
“Close your eyes”
“Your eye shadow is getting darker, why are you anxious?”
“Just close your eyes if you trust me”
Virgil narrowed his eyes before slowly closing them, a frown on his
face. Roman’s heart fluttered at the act of trust and he took a deep breath,
leaning close, a bit down, tilting his head and closing his eyes.
Their lips touched, and he expected a slap on his face.
He pulled away, eyes fluttering open, and Virgil was there, his eyes
still closed, lips slightly parted, makeup almost gone. He opened his eyes slowly,
eyes shining, looking at Roman and making him gasp quietly. He was so beautiful…
“Roman…” he breathed out, lifting one hand to his lips, and Roman
chuckled nervously, his body squirmy and weird, insecure.
“I kind of discovered… that all the hatred I felt was actually… me
denying myself” he mumbled and scratched the back of his head. “Sorry for
giving you so much problem… All these months, and now even”
“Roman?” he asked, and Roman looked at him. “Close your mouth”
“Shut it” Virgil groaned and grabbed his face, kissing him again and
making Roman close his eyes and melt against the trait, holding his waist and
pulling him close, just as Virgil slid his arms around his neck, pulling him
down and tilting his head, deepening the kiss and tangling his fingers on Roman’s
It wasn’t fireworks.
But there were definitely some butterflies in his stomach.
Can we take a moment to appreciate that one of my fics has a 6% feedback?
That means 6% of the people that clicked on it, read it, then left a comment. Kudos percentage is 9%.
This is considered a successful fic. That’s how low the bar is set, anything more than 3% is generally considered successful.
Tens of thousands of words go into fics, taking hours, days, weeks, months, years to write, but authors cannot expect even 10% of the people who find their work, who read and enjoy it to leave kudos or comments or something stating the effort wasn’t wasted.
I read some of my favorite fics and it is depressing to see the lack of response by others. I want to throw the book at people, “Here, omg, read this, it RUINED ME”, but the actual response that author got was meager, and that literally hurts my soul to see, because I’ve also been on the other end of it.
You question everything, what you did wrong, what you could have done better, WHY didn’t people like it? Or like it enough to have any sort of emotional response? How can you improve? Is it worth the effort or should you just quit?
Guys. Love your fanwork creators. Seriously. Love them. It can be simple and short, but you are literally breathing life back into a person after they poured themselves out to your benefit. It can feel much like being the Giving Tree, and that’s both unfair and unkind.
i don't really wanna push you into writing something because I really do love your writing but id really like a small au (if possible!!) of changkyun from monsta x!
ive actually really missed monsta x and was thinking about enemies-to-lovers changkyun so,,,,,,,here you go ^^
changkyun was your lab partner for a bio course you took when you were just a freshman in college and since that day,,,,,,,,you have hated each other
why? oh maybe because every time you had something to say changkyun was sO SuRE his idea was better
or whenever he’d try to take down notes he’d do this annoying thing like STAND IN FRONT OF YOU so you couldn’t see the board
and for the whole semester you two were like dogs at each others necks
and ,,,, it didn’t stop outside of that classroom
like seriously if you and changkyun as much as bumped into each other it was like a parade of sarcastic comments
“oh you’re taking microbio? im taking genetics, looks like im taking the big kid class and you’re taking the kindergarten science wah wah”
“why did you bump into me asshat”
“i like your outfit.” “changkyun, you’ve never liked anything about me.” “exactly, i like it because it makes you look WORSE”
honestly,,,,,,,you two just cannot stop
and shownu or wonho always has to step in between you and be like guys,,,,please,,,,show some respect we’re still on campus
and you’d be like ill show respect to changkyun pigs f l y
and changkyun scoffs and he’s like ill show them respect when hyungwon willingly takes an advanced math class
and you just,,,tick each other off,,,,because you both know what buttons to press
so it’s no surprise that when you both end up being part of the three finalists in a scientific journals scholarship contest ,,,,,,you and changkyun are just grinning menacingly at each other like oH i saw you got in,,,,,,,,cant wait to be runner up to me again huh??? and changkyun is like don’t you mean you can’t wait to finally see how superior my brain is to yo-
kihyun like three feet away: if i spritz them with water do you think they’ll calm down?
wonho: nope, ive tried it. doesn’t work.
the eve of the contest announcing the winners you run into changkyun at the library and of course he’s refreshing the journal’s website to see the winners names
,,,,,,just like you are too
and the library technically closes at 10 but you know you’re going to stay up and so is changkyun so you both gather your laptops and you’re like “hey don’t follow me im going to the cafe near the english department.”
changkyun scrunches up his nose and is like “too bad, i thought of going there first so technically you’ll be following me.”
and like a couple of middle schoolers you end up running there to see who got there first,,,,arguing over it in front of a tired cashier who lets you both have two lattes on the house if you agree to just sit down and shut up
as midnight ticks closer,,,you and changkyun keeps looking over at each other,,,glaring and making face when fINALLY the website updates
and you look at the winners name,,,,,,,,,,and freeze
‘winner of the scholarship: nakamoto yuta. second place is tied!’
looking at you and changkyun’s names written together in smaller font,,,,,,you can’t help but swallow and turn your head to peek over at changkyun
whose doing the same and you both get up as you make eye contact
and the cashier is like oh god now what
but you and changkyun both march outside and you’re like CHANGKYUN WHAT THE HELL
and he’s like I DONT KNOW WHAT THE HELL I THOUGHT IT WAS GOING TO BE YOU OR ME
and you’re like exactly???? your paper on transitional motion was way better????? and changkyun is like your paper on genetics in ants was way better too?????/
both fuming,,,you’re standing outside the cafe in the darkness and changkyun is like “im so,,,,,,,,angry i could just do something really dumb right now.”
and you’re like wow same something really dumb like,,,,,like,,,,,,,,
suddenly you get an idea,,,,an idea you can’t believe you thought of,,,,,but also,,,,,,when you see changkyun in front of you
the same face you’d despised seeing,,,that you’d grown to instinctively react to,,,,,,,,,,why,,,,,why has it never looked more handsome to you??!?!?!
the pretty way his eyes are set,,,dark brown and yet still shining,,,,,his lips,,,,,,,,his perfect jawline,,,,,,,,,,,,,
and changkyun is like tilting his head,,,,going “something dumb like?”
you take a step forward, bunching up changkyun’s shirt in your fist and tugging him down to press your mouth to his
and changkyun,,,,,,,is frozen,,,,,,,but his eyes flutter close and his own hand comes to hold the back of your neck
when you pull back you’re both like,,,ahem,,,um
and changkyun is like “that was,,,,,dumb right?” and you’re like yeah,,,super dumb,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,
but you can’t help it three seconds later you’re back in each others hands making out furiously with changkyun letting you pin him against the wall off the cafe
and the cashier,,,thinking you and changkyun might have killed each other opens the door and sees you and is like OH,,,,,,,o h,,,,,,,,,,oh
you and changkyun with messy hair walking back inside shyly getting your laptops and changkyun being like “we are gonna,,,,um,,,,go,,,uh,,,stu,,-st-”
you: “we’re gonna make out again. im so sorry you had to see it though, bye.” LOL
Hello! Here’s a request I’ve been working on; I had fun with this one!
Request: @dragoncharmwitch - Could you make a text where you’re michael’s older sister and he finds out you fancy ash. And the boys set you up please :) // Sorry this one took so long!
Title: Brother’s Best Friend
Summary: When her brother and his friends find out that Y/N has a crush on Ashton, they decide to take action.
Warnings: Lil’ bit of language. Nothing horrible.
“Shit,” you mutter, digging through the refrigerator. Letting out an annoyed sigh, you turn around and run a hand through your hair. “Michael!” you shout. You wait a few moments and, when he doesn’t reply, you cup your hands around your mouth and yell a bit louder. “Michael!”
You hear a muffled “What,” from upstairs and groan in frustration.
“You took the last bottle of water, you prick!” you call again, but you’re met with silence. Naturally, of course; you can only assume your brother is in his bedroom with the door closed, his music up loud, and his headset glued to his ears so he can talk to his friends as he plays his video games. “Moron,” you grumble to yourself, slamming the refrigerator door closed and grabbing your keys from the table. Looks like you’re making a grocery run. Oh, well. You need snacks, anyway.
You head to the door, but when you open it you yelp in surprise as you nearly collide with another body. “What the hell!” you exclaim, blinking in surprise before your gaze focuses on a face you know all too well.
“Well, hello to you too, Y/N,” Ashton says with a cheeky grin.
You roll your eyes and smile, shaking your head. “Move over, Irwin,” you tell him, and you can only hope your face isn’t as red as a tomato.
So maybe you have a tiny, little crush on your brother’s friend. You’re honestly not sure how someone with a working pair of eyes couldn’t have a crush on Ashton. The guy is gorgeous. Half of your grade drools over him, including you. You suppose you’re lucky that he’s one of Michael’s best friends, granting you opportunities to see him outside of school several times a week, although you never quite understood why Ashton hangs out with a bunch of kids in the year below him.
“Well, what’s the password?” Ashton quips in regard to your demand, crossing his arms. He unknowingly flexes in the process, and your heart skips a beat.
“The password,” you say, still smiling, “is back up before I make you.”
Ashton lets out a laugh (you’re pretty sure a swarm of butterflies was just set loose in your stomach) and steps away. “As much as I’d like to accept your challenge, Y/N,” he says, “you’re awfully intimidating when you threaten.”
Your smile grows and you step out of the doorway, making your way down the driveway before turning around to glance at Ashton. You could swear he just winked at you before he walked into the house, but you tell yourself it’s just wishful thinking. Still, though, after you’ve settled behind the wheel of your car, you pull out your phone to text your friend.
Ashton Irwin just got here and the boy looks too good. I have actual tears in my eyes.
You add a heart-eyed emoji at the end of the message for exaggeration before you toss your phone into the center console and start up the car.
“Honey, I’m home,” you mutter sarcastically as you walk through the door. You’re juggling a six-pack of bottled water and two grocery bags as you stumble into the kitchen, dropping everything onto the counter at the first chance you get. You hear laughter from upstairs and realize that Michael has a few other friends over as well as Ashton; probably Luke and Calum.
You set to work putting away the few groceries you bought and take a bottle of water for yourself. You hear footsteps behind you, and when you turn around you see Michael standing behind you. “Uh, hi?” you say with a frown. Your brother looks slightly puzzled as he scratches at the back of his neck.
“Do you like Ashton?” he asks bluntly.
You blink, taken slightly aback by the question. “I—what? I mean, yeah. Obviously I like him. I kinda have to, considering he’s your friend and—”
“No,” Michael shakes his head. “Not like, platonically or anything. I mean it as in, like… more than platonically?”
A feeling of unease settles over you. How would he—
And then your eyes widen. You reach for your phone, quickly unlocking it and opening your messages. “Fuck,” you whisper when you realize that you didn’t, in fact, send your Ashton-related text to your friend Michaela, but instead to Michael. Damn them and their similar names.
You look up from your phone and notice that Michael is still there, standing awkwardly. “I…” you begin, trying to figure out the best way to word your next sentence. It’s no use lying at this point, you figure. Might as well admit. “I… find him… attractive,” you say, and it comes out sounding more like a question than anything else.
“You think Ashton is attractive?” Michael repeats, furrowing his brow.
“Yes?” you reply sheepishly, cringing slightly.
Michael shakes his head and you think you might die from awkwardness. There’s no way he won’t tell Ashton. Even worse, Ashton probably already saw the message. Shit, shit, shit, sh—
“I mean, coming from a straight guy, you’re not wrong.”
“Huh?” you ask, looking at your brother. Michael only shrugs.
“Ashton Irwin is an attractive male,“ he clarifies. “I’m straight, not blind.”
“Wait…” you begin, “so you’re not like, mad or anything?”
“I mean I’m not gonna lie, it kinda weirds me out,” Michael admits, “but in all honesty I think he’s sort of into you too, something I will never be able to understand—”
“—but, I guess it’s whatever. You guys flirt all the time and it’s kinda nasty, so Luke and Cal and I talked it over and figured we might as well help you guys out.”
At this point, you’re thoroughly confused. So, Michael is okay with the fact that you like Ashton? And he thinks Ashton likes you too? And he and his other friends are going to help you out? “What… what does that even mean?” you say skeptically.
“Just don’t worry about it,” Michael sighs. “It wasn’t my idea; Luke just thinks he’s a genius or something. I’m gonna go back upstairs now before I puke at the thought of you dating one of my best friends.”
“O-okay?” you stutter, watching as your younger brother heads back upstairs. You press a hand to your forehead and lean against the counter, letting out a deep breath.
What the hell just happened?
You groan as you hear Michael’s voice from down the hall. You just got comfortable on your bed. “What?” you holler back.
You don’t receive a reply, and you groan again, closing your laptop and standing up from your spot. Stretching your back, you slowly pad your way down the hall to Michael’s bedroom. The door is closed, so you knock. “Mike, what the hell do you want?” you demand. You can hear laughter and gunshots, meaning they’re still glued to their video game. “Mi—” you’re about to knock one more time before the door opens to reveal your brother’s friend Calum.
“Oh,” he says. “Hey, Y/N.”
“Hi?” you frown, trying to peer around him into the room. “Why did you guys call?”
Michael materializes behind Calum and grins. “We sent Ashton into the garage.”
“Congratulations,” you deadpan. “Why, though?”
“We told him to find a ball. We want to play some pickup in the yard,” calls Luke from his spot in front of the TV.
“Cool…” you say, your frown deepening.
“We’re in the middle of a game, so could you just go help him?” Michael suggests, rolling his eyes.
You make a face of exasperation, letting out a sigh when you realize what’s going on. “Seriously, you guys?”
“Take the opportunity or leave it, Y/N,” says Michael. “Naturally I’d prefer for you to leave it, but I’m outnumbered.”
You look up at Calum and he shrugs, smiling innocently at you. “We just want to play some football.”
You close your eyes and press your fingers to the bridge of your nose. “Fine,” you say finally. “I will go help Ashton look for a ball.”
Without another word, you turn and head back down the hall.
You wish you were wearing something other than sweatpants and a tank top as you step into the garage, where Ashton is rummaging through the piles of junk. “Need a hand?” you call, straining to see him.
“Huh?” his head pokes around from behind a cardboard box and he grins when he realizes it’s you. “Oh. Hey, Y/N. How’d you know I was struggling out here?”
You shrug, feigning nonchalance. “Just had a feeling. I can always tell when there’s a damsel in distress nearby.”
Ashton stands to his full height and stretches. “Damsel in distress?” he asks. “I take offense to that. Very emasculating.”
“It’s the twenty-first century,” you tell him. “Nothing should be emasculating. But, if it makes you feel any better, Mike and the other guys told me to help you.”
“Ah, so they’re the ones who can sense a person in distress.”
“More-or-less,” you agree, stepping forward. “So, you can’t find a ball.”
“I’m afraid you’re correct,” he sighs, running a hand through his hair and glancing around.
You follow his line of vision, looking around the garage before your gaze lands on exactly what you’re looking for. “Well,” you say triumphantly, walking over to a box hidden behind Michael’s old bicycle that he’s used maybe like once in his entire life and reaching over to grab the black-and-white ball. “Clearly you didn’t look very hard.”
Ashton purses his lips and exhales through his nose. “Guess not.”
You giggle and walk back over to where he’s standing, holding the ball out. However, when he goes to grab it, you pull it back toward you. “You know, this is gonna cost you,” you snicker, looking at him with arched eyebrows.
“Oh, really?” he replies with a grin, stepping closer. In response, you take a step back. You nod, and his smile grows. “Well, what’s your price?”
“Hmm,” you pretend to think, tapping your index finger against your lips and looking up. “I think—” Before you can finish your sentence, Ashton lunges forward and grabs the ball. However, you had a strong grip on it and as a result, he pulled you forward as well. You end up a few inches away from him and laugh nervously, hoping your face isn’t growing red at the proximity. “You think you’re quick!” you remark, looking up at him and immediately wishing you didn’t.
The two of you hold eye contact for what can’t be more than one second before he speaks, but you’re like 80% sure it really lasts closer to five minutes (have his eyes always had that much green in them?), before he speaks. “Actually,” he says lowly, and you can’t stop your breath from hitching, “I know I’m quick.”
You steel yourself and tilt your head to the side in faux innocence. “I’ll believe it when I see it,” you challenge.
“You want proof?”
“Yep,” you smirk. “Full proof, and maybe an essay written in MLA format with—”
Your sentence is cut off by Ashton’s hands on either side of your face and his lips on yours. You drop the ball, letting it bounce away across the concrete. You’re about to respond when Ashton breaks the kiss. “You talk too much,” he says, smiling at you. “How’s that for quick?”
You’re pretty sure you resemble a fish right now, your jaw dropping only for your mouth to snap closed, then fall open again as you try to process what the hell just happend. “Oh my god.”
Ashton’s expression changes to one of fear, maybe doubt, and he lets go of your face. “Wait, did I overstep?” he asks, taking a step back. “Shit, Y/N, I thought… should I not have…? Shit, I’m sorry, I—”
This time, however, you’re the quick one. Having (mostly) recovered from the first kiss, you don’t waste any time in closing the distance between the two of you, lightly grabbing the material at the collar of his singlet and pulling him toward you. “And you said I talk too much,” you say before leaning forward.
It feels nice to kiss Ashton. He’s good at it. The two of you break apart again, only to grin at each other and lean in once more. “You’re supposed to be bringing that ball up to the other guys,” you remind him against his lips, and he lets out a breathy laugh in response.
“They can wait a little bit longer.”
So where does this leave us?
You chew on your lip anxiously as your thumb hovers over the ‘send’ button, and you close your eyes when you tap it. The familiar whoosh of your message sending causes you to cringe. Do you sound desperate? Clingy?
Ashton and the other guys left about a half hour ago. The garage incident escalated to a brief makeout session before you and Ashton finally decided you were gone for too long. Exchanging awkward smiles, he left the garage and you followed a few minutes later. You didn’t see him for the rest of the night.
So now here you are, sitting on the couch while a movie plays on the TV and serves as background noise to your inner suspense.
Suddenly the telltale bubble appears on Ashton’s side of the screen, showing that he’s typing. “Shit,” you mutter. You close your messaging app and wait for his message to come through, and when it does, your heart lurches anxiously.
You tell me, princess.
You roll your eyes before typing back a quick response.
Don’t do that. You kissed me first.
He continues to type and your heart rate picks up. You look up at the TV in front of you. A clearly-suspenseful scene is playing out, and the lead character’s heartbeat is illustrated through the pounding of drums. Me too, you relate. A whoosh tells you that Ashton has replied.
I think it’s pretty safe to say that I’m into you, if you couldn’t tell earlier. And it seemed an awful like you’re into me, too. So, I’d like to act on this mutual interest, as long as you’re up for it.
You bite your lip again, but this time it isn’t out of nerve. You fight a smile as you type back.
Sounds good to me.
Oh, but you’re not asking me out over text. Just a heads up.
When Ashton’s reply comes in, you can’t help but kick your legs and laugh out of giddiness.
Wouldn’t have it any other way. Talk to you tomorrow xx
“You’re welcome, by the way,” comes Michael’s voice as he enters the room with a soda in his hand, plopping down on the recliner that rests diagonal from the couch you’re on. He takes a swig from the aluminum can and raises an eyebrow smugly.
“Shut up,” you tell him, but you can’t bring yourself to be mad. The smile on your face is more than enough proof.