pretty girl is nothing

GENDER IS CONFUSING

SEXUALITY IS CONFUSING

FEELINGS ARE CONFUSING

EVERYTHING IS CONFUSING

i talked to him on a wednesday. he sighed on my bed. i was skyping my sister, who was trying to teach me how to knit. i told him i needed to go to bed early, i had a test in the morning. he said he had things to discuss and i’m a patient person so i listened.

this is, i learn, how our “friendship” works. hours of my life become his sanctuary. he texts me constantly. his problems fill up every space in my planner. often he demands my attention rather than asking. i feel bad, because i’m the type to feel bad, so i listen. i offer advice that goes ignored, i sit in contemplative silence even though i should be studying, i nod my head and support him. 

he doesn’t notice i start drinking wine as soon as he shows up. a few times i make the mistake of trying to bring my own problems up. they are always overshadowed by his own, or else i am given an odd supply of uncomfortable comments. “i don’t feel good lately” is met with “a girl as pretty as you isn’t supposed to feel sad.” i say “i don’t like my writing recently” and he spends forty seconds saying i’m beautiful and intelligent and a perfect girlfriend before saying “unlike me, i’m awful” and before i know it, i’m comforting him again. we don’t have real conversations. once, as an experiment, i spend two hours completely silent, just to see if he’ll notice. he doesn’t. 

once he bursts into my room while i’m scheduling my week. he’s taken aback by how much i’m doing. “you look so busy!” he says, “where’s all the time you’re planning on spending with me?” he doesn’t ask about any of my other activities. he knows nothing about my life except that i’m good at listening. i feel myself under a rolling pin. he flattens me out to use me. he punishes me if i don’t give him attention - all i hear is how he is useless without me, how he’s barely holding on, how he doesn’t know what he’d do if one day i was gone. he doesn’t know my middle name. he misses my birthday.

it’s wednesday again. i’ve been drinking. he took some of my wine without asking. he lounges on my couch with his arm casually around me. my actual friends know i don’t like touching. i asked him to move but he just laughed and said “you’re so funny.” he’s too heavy for me to move physically so i just let him lay there, complaining. i stare into space, thinking about the news i got that day. about how my life has changed.

he looks up to me. “can i ask you a personal question?”  

i don’t say “that would be a first,” because my mother raised me to respond politely. i tell him go ahead, as always, i’m listening.

“why do girls like you date jerks?” he asks me.

i stare at him, uncomprehending. he is a runaway train, his mouth still moving. “I just mean,” he says, “you’re all always going after the worst guys like you don’t even see people like me. like i’m always being friend-zoned, even you did it, and you’re one of the only people who is nice to me. but girls like you never say yes to boys like me.”

i don’t know what he’s saying. i’m dating a girl, and he would know that, if he knew anything about me; a clever and talented girl who means everything to me. 

he sighs and sits back when i’m not immediate in responding. “this,” he says, “is what i mean.” looks up with puppy dog eyes at me, “i mean could you ever date someone as awful as me? am i just a friend? am i doomed to be nothing more than the friend to pretty girls?”

we aren’t friends. we aren’t friends. we aren’t friends. 

he moves the topic before i can reply, back to his problems. i text my girlfriend, “men are animals” and she sends me back a poem about how much she loves me. he tries to kiss me when he leaves, and when i duck out of it, i later get sixteen texts on how scared i am of sex. his facebook posts are all about how women don’t know how to find the right men. how we’re blind to the good things. how we don’t see fate when it’s happening. 

he says, “i wrote you something.”

it’s a poem about him.

pretty girl ✧ peter parker

summary : peter parker may be a bumbling wreck around you most of the time, but when it comes down to it, his ability to shower you in his affections is unparalleled. 

wc : 1.6k

author’s note : i took part of @iusethistoreadfanfics aka liz aka the sweetest person ever’s request and an anon’s request for a pretty boy part two and turned it into this :) can be read separately it’s not a /direct/ sequel. 

   There was a moment, when you and Peter were at a standstill between not quite dating yet not quite just friends, when he understood with the entirety of his heart that simply calling you his best friend was not enough, nor would it ever be. He remembers the way he does every memory that involves you; as if he were stepping back in time and reliving it, clear as day, still so fresh in his mind that it could have happened just twenty four hours ago. 

   It was still the summertime when it happened, albeit one week shy of September and two weeks until the start of tenth grade for the two of you. Nevertheless, it was August, and school had been the furthest thing from your mind when you had begged Peter to accompany you to the beach, just an hour’s ride on the train from his apartment to the Rockaways. He had argued that it was more September than August at this point, that the ride would take forever, but you had insisted and because it was you and he was just another lovestruck boy with an affinity for making you smile, he agreed. He hadn’t gone with the intention of actually basking in the sunlight or standing at the edge of the water the way he knew you would, he just enjoyed your company. Then, he saw you standing there on the sand, staring out into the ocean in a pensive sort of way, and maybe it was the way the summer sunshine was illuminating you in an odd sort of way, but he knew he was in love in that simple moment. In love with the little freckles that spotted across your shoulders and the huggable way your body had been shaped and in love with the everything and anything about you. He had been well aware of the strange limbo you were both in- acknowledged feelings for each other hanging there but neither of you making a move to shift the balance in favor of a romantic relationship. 

   He was floored, to say the least. He barely blinked when you looked back at him, smiling brightly at him. “What are you looking at it?” You had said, standing next to him. He raised a hand to trace over the little stars, the freckles, on your shoulder with his finger, an unabashed grin beginning to make its way across his face. You knew what he was he looking at, and he didn’t want to be embarrassed when he told you. 

    “You,” he had breathed, an ever dreamy sigh. “Always you.” 

     Pretending not to be as shy as you were quickly becoming underneath his intent gaze, you looked down at his hand, still sitting at your shoulder before dropping awkwardly to his side. You met his eyes again, and his cheeks were burning bright red despite the confidence he had found within himself. He was still the dorky, easily flustered Peter underneath it all. He just wanted to be capable of giving you a compliment without stumbling over his own words. “Why’s that? I know I need to start doing crunches again but-” 

   “Don’t even finish that sentence.” Without saying much else for fear of not being able to coherently explain how utterly stunning he found you, he took your hand in his and pulled you over to the water. You two sat down there, and he had wrapped his arm around you hesitantly, but it wasn’t in the friendly way he had done it all those years, and you both knew it. Peter leaned over to rest his head on your shoulder. “I don’t think we’re just friends anymore.” You nodded, turning your head to the side so you were face to face with him, your hand slipping under his jaw. “What do you think, pretty girl?” 

   It was the first time he had called you that, though it wouldn’t be the last, and you had known it from the second his eyes lit up at the way you had ducked your head to hide the shy grin on your lips and the pink blotches on your cheeks. His smile was dazzling before he kissed you, and yeah, maybe you loved dorky Peter, but the confidence was ever so endearing as well. 

    Every part of Peter was impossible not to love. Even the parts of him that lived to embarrass you endlessly. 

    He took pride in being the sole resident of your heart, and because of this fact, he was the only person to ever be capable of making you blush like he’s never seen. Of course, he was the champion of being blushing like mad after receiving a compliment, but sometimes, you had to relinquish your control and just let the boy call you every term of endearment under the sun and watch as his sweet smile shined for you alone. 

   Pretty girl was your weakness. It was the weak in the knees, flustered grin, shying away sort of weakness. The sort of thing that made you hide your face from him only to have your hands grabbed and pressed against his cheeks as he waited for you to look up at him again.  

   Naturally, he tried to say it as often as possible. 

   “Psstt, pretty girl,” he kept his voice at a whisper, "D’you have the geometry notes for today? Think I lost mine.” He bit the inside of his cheek to keep from smiling when he saw you sink low in your chair in English class, staring down at your book. 

  “No.” You rested your elbow on the table, your cheek in your hand to hide most of the blush. “You have the notes. I saw you give them to Michelle. I need to get back to reading.” He nodded, plopping his own novel on his desk and propping it open, pretending to be reading when in reality he kept glancing back up at you. “What?” 

   “Nothing, nothing at all, pretty girl.” He laughed to himself as you placed your head on the table, and he laughed all the way to lunchtime as you blatantly tried not to look at him. Peter Parker is, however, unavoidable, no matter how hard you attempt to ignore his advances and happy little smiles when he catches you still all flushed pink from an earlier encounter, and in his head, he compares it to the blush of a rose petal. 

   After school, he meets you in front of your locker, leaning against the one next to yours like a dork and wiggling his eyebrows at you when you finally slam your door shut. “You’re coming over, right? You’re not too upset with me for making you all blushy and cute today in class? ‘Cause, like, really Y/N, if you were me, it would’ve been totally worth it. You were adorable.” Because it’s Peter, you can never be mad for too long, so you shake your head no and slip your hand in his. “Okay good, I wanted to get ya something.”  

    His surprise gift his a bouquet of pink roses that he says reminded him of you the moment they caught his eye early this morning, and he presents them with a long winded explanation of why to him, they were you. He watches your eyes crinkle at the corners, your hand squeezing his as your other hand takes the flowers from him. “Thank you, Peter. They’re- they’re very pretty.” 

   He shrugged, trying to play it off cooly even though inside he was utterly ecstatic that you had appreciated the flowers. He wasn’t always sure that he was getting this whole boyfriend thing down. “Pretty flowers, my pretty girl, no big deal.” But it was, at least to you. He holds your hand all the way to his apartment, enjoying the sunny glow on your cheeks that makes his own face burn in the best way. 

   May reminds you both to keep the door open when you get to his apartment, just because she’s the aunt and she has to remind Peter of those sorts of things, but neither of you mind. 

   He puts on his playlist for you when you drop your bag on his bed, motioning for him to come over and sit with you as Hearts Don’t Break Around Here softly fills the small room. Peter places his arm around you, the way he did three months ago at the beach for the first time when your feelings were new and wild and rushed. He starts singing quietly, always so shy about his voice even though he knows it’s your favorite thing to listen to. You can almost feel yourself falling asleep against him, but he shakes you gently to make sure you’re awake when he murmurs the next few lines. “Every night I’ll kiss you, you’ll say in my ear, oh we’re in love, aren’t we?” He lets Ed take over the remainder of the song as he looks down at you, and it’s a look that any girl or boy would fall for in a heartbeat. “We are, right? In love?” 

   “So in love,” you reply, kissing him soft as ever. Gentle. 

    “Good,” he whispered, his hand trailing over your face. “Sometimes I- I have to double check. Just make sure that I’m not… like, dreaming, or something. That I’m not driving you away with complimenting you so much, ‘cause I know you hate when you blush but I just can’t resist. You’re my sweet girl, my pretty girl. I need to tell you. Is that okay?” He’s got that nervous expression on his face again, so to put his mind at ease, you pull him against you again. 

    “Peter, that’s okay. As long as it’s you, it’ll be okay.” He relaxes under your careful touch, practically melting against you until you smirk a little and say, “I’ve got more of the power anyway, pretty boy.” And suddenly a red face Peter Parker is pulling away from you, furiously blushing and cursing the day he ever decided he was going to fall madly in love with you, except not really, because it was arguably the best day of his life.   

    The cycle then repeats. 

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Pretty Girl doesn’t talk about much. Pretty Girl doesn’t
think she’s ‘pretty’. Pretty Girl has scars on her body he
says he doesn’t understand why they’re there. Pretty Girl
hears from Pretty Boy, ‘you shouldn’t do this, you’re so
beautiful, you’re so full of light, you’re such an incredible
thing.’ Pretty Girl says to Pretty Boy, ‘sweetheart, I am the
embodiment of a shooting. You will be a victim, you will
break, and I will be the culprit every time.’ Pretty Boy tells
the Pretty Girl he doesn’t see why she’s so fearful of her
own body. Pretty Girl replies, ‘dear, you’ve no idea the
damage I’ve dealt to this vessel that has pulled me away
from everyone around me;
I am not safe.
I am not safe.
I am not safe.’
Pretty Boy sighs. Pretty Boy caresses his fingers over my
thigh. Pretty Boy sees my reaction and holds me tighter.
‘You’re okay.
You’re okay.
You’re okay.’
Honey, do you understand that this Pretty Girl doesn’t
know the meaning of feeling whole? She never has.
Pretty Boy likes Pretty Girl, supposedly.
Pretty Girl likes Pretty Boy, definitely.
There is no solid ground here. Not yet. Everything is
quicksand, and I am
sinking,
sinking,
sinking into this Pretty Boy.
There is no branch for me to grab hold to and escape
this kind of pull. There is no safe word, no warning that
things won’t be as they have always been;
good, great, okay, and then nothing.
Pretty Girl cannot do this again.
But she will let herself anyway.
—  PRETTY BOY vs. PRETTY GIRL // Haley Hendrick
Kim Jongin//Tanked

Originally posted by daenso

Summary: You’ve no idea how to look after fish, and after coming under the unexpected ownership of some, you need some help - and the help is cute as hell.
Scenario: fluff, petstore!AU
Word Count: 5,168

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Let Her Be

Originally posted by whenimaunicorn

Reader x Ivar

Proof read by @heyitskatrina


“(Y/N)!” Helga called as you got distracted and drawn into the sales pitch of someone who stood at the docks.


“There is so much more to look at here. Mother would not believe it if I told her.” You gasped and she smiled kindly as you handed her some of the baskets you’d been carrying. 


 “I am sure the messenger that Floki has sent will be sure to tell her of Kattegat.” She smiled and the two of you hurried off, not spotting the suspicious glare that was fixed on you. 


 “Who is that?” Ivar asked which drew his brother’s attention over to you and Helga as you ducked into the cabin. 

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If “Love yourself” won’t be about their beautiful friendship and learning how to get over their hardships together then it doesn’t exist to me because that isn’t the hyyh I know and love.

why the diversity among the lunar chronicles female characters is so important

a post that could be a million pages long but instead is kept short

  • iko is for every girl who loves makeup and fashion and boys but has been told for their entire lives that girls like this are vapid and shallow. girls who can be strong and friendly and brilliant and helpful but also want to look hot and kiss cute boys. iko is for all of the unapologetically girly girls to show them that there is nothing wrong with wanting to do ‘girl’ things, being a girl is nothing to be sorry for. 
  • cinder is for every girl who has never really liked to do things meant for ‘girls’ and instead loves male dominated fields. cinder shows all these girls that just because they would rather get dirty and not dress up that doesn’t mean that they aren’t worthy of love or even be friends with other girls. there’s nothing wrong with being a ‘tomboy’ and being a tomboy makes you no less of a girl. 
  • scarlet is for every girl that felt like she didn’t fit in, that never had many friends and for the girls that put their families first and take leadership roles. scarlet shows girls that just because they feel lonely now or don’t fit in now, they will find their place some day and they will find that group of friends that they would be willing to die for. scarlet shows girls that girls who take control can be ‘bosses’ not ‘bitches’ and girls can be in charge, girls can take on motherly, nurturing roles while being totally kickass at the same time. scarlet shows girls that just because they don’t have the same body type as everyone else it doesn’t mean they can’t be be beautiful. if you aren’t as skinny or petite as another girl, it doesn’t mean you aren’t just as beautiful as they are. scarlet shows girls the importance of a strong family, and that sometimes your family isn’t always the people who are related to you - scarlet shows girls that if your parents are awful to you you don’t have to love them, you can find family in those who love you. 
  • cress is for every girl with big dreams, who have suffered abuse, and dreams of boys, happily ever afters, and maybe isn’t the strongest physically. cress shows girls that just because you aren’t the strongest physically it doesn’t mean you can’t be strong in other ways. cress shows girls that they can be geniuses, that you can be a smart girl who also has dreams of balls and boys and pretty dresses. the amount you wish to find the man of your dreams and live the life of a princess in a fairy tale has nothing to do with your intelligence. cress is for the girls who suffer abuse, or who have been abuse victims to show them it has nothing to do with them and there is recovery available for them at some point, that they will be able to work through this and they will be okay
  •  winter is for girls who are known for nothing but their beauty, whose accomplishments and personalities are overlooked because of their looks, and who have a mental illness and are often judged for it. winter is for all the girls who because they’re pretty people can’t look past the appearance and assume things about them that aren’t true - winter is to show girls that being pretty has nothing to do with their accomplishments and what they are capable of. just because they’re pretty it doesn’t mean they’re dainty or vain, girls can be beautiful and strong. winter is for the girls whose mental illness is often seen as their entire personality, who are treated as weak for having a mental illness or who are overlooked because of it. winter is to show girls that just because they have a mental illness they are not entirely made of that, they are people outside of their illness and it is nothing to be ashamed of - strong girls can have mental illnesses and having one doesn’t make you weak. you are not your illness. 
Invisible, Chapter Four

Summary: Cursed as a child, you have lived your entire life invisible and alone. When deaths start happening in your town, the Winchesters come rolling in to investigate. What will happen when Dean is the first one who has been able to see you since you were a kid? Will Sam believe that you’re real? Will Dean believe you when you tell him you haven’t killed anyone? And why, after all of this time, is Dean Winchester the only one who can see you?

Invisible Masterlist - Previous Chapter

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EXO Reaction where you’re having a slumber party and they stop by and let him join you

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Chanyeol:

“The food is all good and everything but nothing like being surrounded by all these pretty girls!” *This is paradise*

Kris:

“I… I don’t think I can… stay… I didn’t bring my pajamas girls!” *Really awkward baby*

Sehun:

*Has a Yehet moment* “You all… me… one house…. yehet!”

Tao:

“No no no no ! So many girls! I’ve never been surrounded by so many girls!! NO no not the gucci clothes! Please!” *Fears for his life xD*

Kai:

*Everything looks so nice and cute but he’s only there because of the food*
“I think we ran out of chicken and pizza… shall we order more?”

Xiumin:

*All those girls make him really nervous* “This is worse than the first time I had to perform on stage… remember why I came here… oh yeah because I love my girlfriend… yes I love my girlfriend!”

Baekhyun:

*Literally him at your door* “You are having a party and you didn’t invite me? Lucky you I came to check up on you because a party is never a party without Byun Baekhyun!” *So much sass*

Luhan:

*Passes by with Kyungsoo* “Don’t. You. Dare. To. Leave. Me. Alone. or I swear I drag you with me!” *Both scared of what might happen inside xD*

Chen:

“Omg omg yes! Are we doing our nails and our hair and trying nice outfits and talking about our ex’s and watching The Notebook?!”

Kyungsoo:

“I don’t… I don’t think I should go inside!” *Saying everything he can so he doesn’t have to stay in a room full of girls the whole night xD*

Lay:

“Boys? I need help… my girl is having a slumber party and… somehow I ended up her? What do you mean I’ll mess up Sehun?! You want to come here and help me then? Yeah… if Chanyeol will help he can come too” *The more the merrier xD*

Suho:

*Feels like a pretty princess the whole night… or maybe you make him dress like a pretty princess* 

[Masterlist] [Guideline]

  • maven calore: [limps out of the shadows] in a world where people will believe anything? i could set this world on fire and call it- . [hundreds of pictures of mare tumble out of his jacket] shiT shi—these aren't even mine [more fall from under his hat] sHIT nO shuT up im holDing them for someone she's just a girl a red nothing she's not pretty or sHit just—just fu—