proves you really can never tell..

anonymous asked:

Why are you so anti La La Land?

I’m not anti-La La Land at all. I have nothing against it, it’s a cute movie and all. I just feel like movies like Moonlight are more deserving of all of the awards that La La Land has been sweeping up this awards season.

The reason why I want Moonlight to win so bad is because of its story. To have a movie about an African-American boy struggling with his sexuality while growing up is something I thought would never happen. It’s touching and relatable because it’s something that I went through growing up and to see someone that looks like me going through what I went through during my whole childhood really strikes a chord with me. Growing up African-American and gay is difficult because the stigma of showing yourself as weak or feminine is something still looked down upon in the African-American community if you’re a boy. You have to act as masculine as you can to prove yourselves to others or else you would get teased or picked on. Barry Jenkins telling of Chiron’s story through Moonlight paints a story of millions of African American males childhoods. Not only African American males but also other males of color as well.

When you compare that to a musical about a white woman wanting to be an actress and a white man wanting to save jazz, a genre deeply rooted in African-American culture and from slavery…she just doesn’t have the range compared to Moonlight, I’m sorry.

But none of this really matters anyway because we all know that La La Land is going to sweep at the Oscars just like it did with all the other major award shows this season so

anonymous asked:

I'm very sick. Can I have some sick paladin headcanons pretty please?


  • he’ll give everyone the play by play of how he’s feeling as the illness progresses
    • no concept of tmi
    • “okay so i just went to the bathroom and there are some things going on in my intestines right now that-” “oh my god hunk shut up”
  • gets really freaked out at first because “what if this is a weird alien virus that makes my lungs explode or something!”
    • but don’t worry! coran comforts him with Science!
    • sorta!
    • “there is a 75% chance your body will be able to combat the disease no problem!” “what about the other 25%” “you could die quite horribly! haha!”
  • catch him in the kitchen with a 102 fever trying to make himself soup
    • listen. he loves his friends. but. he has very high standards for caretaking and none of them come close to meeting them


  • gets pretty visibly sick so everyone knows when she’s sick without her having to say anything
  • interact with humans? haha no thanks
    • hates being around people when she’s sick because everything they do pisses her off lmao
    • she’d rather just hole herself up in her room with her laptop
    • don’t talk to her until it’s over
  • at any given moment you go to check on her she’s probably laying face down on her bed and groaning miserably
    • even on the lowest screen brightness her laptop is still giving her a headache
    • betrayed by the one she loves most :’’’(


  • he’ll tell everyone when he’s sick. like. he’ll announce it
  • he’s… dramatic
    • “i’m sorry princess i can’t train today i sneezed earlier and am probably dying”
    • if he coughs once he’s like “this is it. this is where it all ends”
  • [draping himself on couch] “everyone take care of me i’m dying”
  • you know it’s serious when he shuts up
    • when he’s really sick he sorta just lies down and does nothing
    • but he’s not like pidge, he wants people around
    • so he’ll go to the bridge and sit and listen to everyone doing stuff and just doze there (and get the couch all germy ew lance-)


  • won’t tell anyone he’s sick but everyone can tell
    • always vastly underestimates how bad it is, so he never feels the need to mention it
    • it’s just a cold shiro?? yes i can walk in a straight line here i’ll prove-
    • keith, in an on-fire house: “this is fine”
  • galra have higher body temperatures than humans which scares the shit out of everyone the first time keith runs a fever
  • no concept of what a sick person is supposed to act like
    • unless it’s really bad he’ll just try to go about his daily routine
    • but everyone keeps running into him and sending him back to his room >:/
  • he actually likes the peace and quiet that comes with being sick though, so it’s not all bad


  • he’ll tell everyone he’s sick because Communication is Important Guys
    • but he sort of? doesn’t act sick??
    • so it’s confusing for everyone around him
    • “hey just a heads up i have a fever today” [kicks ass in training, strategizes with allura, forms voltron to save a planet]
  • basically he plays it off well
    • so he tends to get worse because he’s not taking medicine or resting
  • tied with keith for Most Likely to Collapse From A Fever Due to Stubbornness 
  • actually one of the worst patients out of the paladins
    • he goes a little stir crazy, doesn’t really like sitting still and letting other people handle things
    • “shiro go to sleep we can survive one day without you oh my god-”

An Aquarius was throwing and making a mess in his own room after he found out that she, his girlfriend, had finally moved on without him. I looked as he cuss and threw away some of the mementos of her, and finally stopped when he found an old photo of them together at a photobooth. He sat down and started to burst into tears. “If only.. If only I told her everything, and hadn’t kept it all in, maybe she would’ve stayed..” he said through the tears.

An Aries looked through his twitter and found a picture of his ex with someone else, he let out a soft chuckle. “Oh shit..” he laughed, and slowly he stood up and continued to laugh. “Look at this. Look at her.. Oh, she’s.. she’s fucking hilarious.” He slowly started to laugh so hard, and I watched as he began to shake and slowly made his way to the balconey and started to scream about her, just screamed her name and called her names and how he hated her but finally he broke down and cried.

A Cancer started shaking and tries to grab his phone out of our reach. “Please, let me just call her..” we shook all our heads and told him to just stay put. He begged that it’ll be just for tonight. We told him that he has had enough, but he wouldn’t listen. He wanted to call her so bad, but the truth is.. she’s about to have her wedding in a week, and he was going to tell her he still loves her after all these years.

A Capricorn and I were out in mid-town late at night, and he had too much to drink. He sways as he walks, and suddenly one of Bryson Tiller’s songs played through one of the bars nearby and he let go of me and sang through the whole verse. He finally stopped and looked at me and said, “This shit, that’s me. I wished God would saved her for me. That’s it, and fuck.. I’m not really at my best at the moment, but I loved her.”

A Gemini breath out smoke after inhaling his cigarette and he looked at the city lights from our view. “I miss her..” was all he said, taking another inhale from his cigarette. He looked at me and gave me a small smile and back at view.

A Leo drank with me, and place an arm around my shoulders and said, “I shouldn’t drink too much. These crazy thoughts are hunting me again, and I just want to crush the world. Ha, oh she’s in my head. My ex, you know? She’s in here again and.. fuck! I hate her. I miss her. You know we’re talking again, right but just as "friends”? I want more than that..“ He gave me a small playful slap on the cheek and walked to get another drink. It’s going to be a long night.

A Libra rushed to her house, knocking at her apartment door. But it was locked. Ran back downstairs and started calling her name out her window, trying to get her attention. She finally opened the window and told him to leave. I watched from the car, as he asked for her forgiveness. She shook her head and said it was too late for him.

A Pisces admitted to me how he still thinks about his ex, and how he still calls out her name and how his mind would play memories of her every single day. He can’t stand the nights because his mind would play her, her voice, her smile, the way she would call him everyday and she was his rock. As he sits here with me, tears roll down his cheek and he said, "Now here I am still holding on to her, just waiting for a sign that maybe she’d come back, and maybe we can try again.. but also maybe she’s with someone else, who.. who treats her well than I could’ve had and.. I want her to be happy, I do, but I wish.. right now.. she could be happy with me, and I am so selfish for it..”

A Sagittarius once said that he used to think too much about the relationship and how every time he was with her he would start to overthink every scenario of how she would leave him, and he would tell her and she would shook her head and promised him she would never leave… and now that she’s gone he still can’t stop thinking about her..

A Scorpio said to me, “I’m just not too sure if I could ever ask her to come back. I really messed up, you know? I could try, but would she ever give me another chance to prove to her my real worth? Can she really do that..?” I was a little loss for words. Knowing Scoprio and how he is, he seemed to be really serious about her. I just didn’t know what to say.

A Taurus and I passed by a coffee shop and he paused and peered through and saw his ex with someone else, and she’s laughing and holding this man’s hand. He gritted his teeth and his fist clenched. I put a hand on his shoulder and told him to let it go. It’s been years since they’ve together and been a two years after their break up. He slowly looked down in defeat and sighed. He walked off ahead of me..

A Virgo and I were driving out late one night around the city, and all the songs he played were just old, sad R&B music and I would watch him from time to time as he mumbled some of the lyrics to himself and would let out a small smirk when the singer goes and says, “I love you and miss you..” and he shook his head. We pulled up to a parking lot, and he got out and looked at me and said, “I do miss her, but do you think she misses me..?”

—  Regrets..


Aries; you are an old friend, maybe a boy who I will love forever. My first love. Every time i’m around you I can’t help but smile and laugh.

Taurus; the most down to earth person I will ever know, your are like nature itself. Unpredictable but beautiful

Gemini; we hung out, I thought it went amazing. We laughed so much, I couldn’t stop smiling all day. But you never texted me again, and I felt lost.

Cancer; you are someone I will always look up to, a person who has heart. You know when something is wrong and will do anything to stop it. I respect you.

Leo; I try to convince myself you are someone genuine, but you never prove it. It’s always about you, I know you’re kind, however you will always put yourself before others.

Virgo; you are so relatable, I always find myself happiest when i’m with you. I feel like I can be anyone, you’re not afraid of judgement and I love that.

Libra; most social friend, you’re so cute. You’re not scared to stand out or to speak up and that’s pretty cool. I think you’re a box of fun.

Scorpio; I can tell you anything, you get along with everyone really well but you don’t see it. You don’t realise how beautiful you actually are, that mysterious side will always intrigue me.

Sagittarius; where do I even start? You’re so god dammn annoying I can’t help but love you, you look for truth behind everything. Never afraid to say what you want, the question “Why?” will be forever with you.

Capricorn; the most organised person I know, you will always be one of my close friends. You try to please everyone and I know it gets to you, you’re amazing whenever. So stop worrying.

Aquarius; you’re that person who has everything, the looks, the personality. But sometimes you lack heart, amazing and funny but no passion.

Pisces; you’re so timid, you have anxiety over everything. But you’re beautiful and pure, I just want to protect you and make you tough. This world is too harsh for you.

reblog on what the signs mean to you, if you want. i love seeing different interpretations

the next time they’re in a swimming pool (with the right to be there this time, wearing actual bathing suits), isak tells even “i’ll show you i can hold my breath underwater for like a really long time” and even teases “alright, let’s see”. and then they both submerge themselves underwater, and barely two seconds later, even’s holding isak’s face and kissing him, and they float back to the surface, where they continue kissing, open mouths and wet hands on wet faces and wet hair. and then isak is panting a little against even’s cheek, catching his breath and he says “i’ll never get to prove it to you, will i?” and even laughs a little, cups his face, kisses him gently and replies “nope. but it’s okay…boy who can totally, one hundred percent, hold his breath underwater” 

and isak lets out a giggle and says “you know, that still sounds like a really bad movie title” and even can’t help but smile at that. “you’d still come with me to the premiere, right?” and isak pretends to think, squinting a little and even gasps, throws a small splash of water on his face. “isak!” and then isak is laughing, really laughing, a giant grin on his face, and even pretends to pout and isak says “oh baby”, quickly brushes his nose against even’s and adds “i’d totally come to the premiere, and i’d go see it at the movies, and i’d make everyone come and see it too, and then i’d buy it on dvd, and i’d watch it on netflix” and even sighs, looks at him fondly as he speaks, because although it sounds like isak is kidding, even knows he absolutely would 

I think that, especially for anime-only fans, it’s easy to forget exactly how young Dazai is. It’s easy to forget that Dazai was only 18 during the Dark Era because of course he doesn’t act like a teenager. Aside from the rare childish characteristics that he exudes, such as playing video games on the job or saying something like “fuzz buddies” you can’t really tell how young he is. 

He’s been in the mafia since before he was 14 and it’s implied that he had a hard-knock life before then, because he said that he joined the Mafia so that he might find a reason to live. He was looking for a reason to keep living before he was even fourteen. And he grew up under Mori’s care, and he grew into someone who was manipulative and cruel and unfazed by death or blood or violence. He didn’t care about anything, except for Odasaku. He became an adult while he was still a child and when he’s 18 years old he acts like he’s 25 because that’s just how old he is in his head.

Except, that’s not entirely true. Deep inside, Dazai knows that he is still a child. He knows that there is a lot about the world that he doesn’t know. He is scared of himself and he is scared of the world and he held on to Odasaku for guidance, better guidance than what Mori could give him. And when Dazai was threatened with losing that guidance, that’s when his true nature broke free of the mask that he had been hiding under. That’s when we really realized for the first time, when we really saw that he is just a scared, lonely child, who doesn’t know how to survive in this world on his own.

And I really want to talk about the scenes in episode 4 of season 2 where you can see this revelation the most prominently.

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Meeting The Family

Modern AU

George Washington x Reader ft. kiddo hamilsquad

Author(s): Lil Laddie

Words: 1725

Warnings: Swearing, a bit cliche, kissing

Request: HI! Can I request a Christmas one with the dialouge number 2, and 26, with 18 and 19 for scenarios???? X’D WITH CHRIS/ GEORGE WASHINGTON PLEASE??? ILY

2: “Who keeps hanging all this damn mistletoe everywhere?” 


18: Getting stuck under the mistletoe

19: Christmas w/ Kids

A/N: I hope this is close to what you were looking for! I had a really fun time writing it. Thanks again for requesting! But I’m sorry guys that I haven’t been posting often lately. My immune system has like completely shut down, so I keep getting really sick. Sorry about that, but on a happier note…WE ARE 10 FOLLOWERS AWAY FROM 300! We’re really excited about this and want to do something special for it. I don’t know if anybody actually reads these notes, but please let us know if you’d like us to do an open ask time or really any kind of fun lil celebration thing with you guys. If we don’t hear anything then we’re probably not going to do it, but thank you lovelies! Hope your day is amazing and remember that holiday requests are open! I love ya’ll!

“Do you think they’ll like me?” You asked, nervously fidgeting your hands as you sat in your car on George’s driveway.

“Trust me, my kids will love you. They love anything that will listen to their crazy rants and stories.” George smiled reassuringly as he took your keys out of the ignition. “Come on, they can’t wait to meet you.”

You watched as George got out of the car and walked towards the porch of his house. You had been dating George for a while now and the holidays had finally rolled around. He had been begging for you to meet his many adopted children that he loved with all his heart. There wasn’t anything you had against meeting them, you were just deathly scared that they wouldn’t like you.

Unfortunately, when all the kids refused presents from Santa unless they could meet you, George put his foot down and set a date for you to come over. That date just so happened to be, Christmas Eve and Christmas day. That’s right, you could possibly be ruining one of their Christmas memories by just being there. This was a nightmare come to life.

“(Y/N)! Come on, I promise it won’t be that bad!” George called, beckoning you towards the door.

With one last deep calming breath, you marched over to him, adrenaline pumping through your veins.

“Okay, let’s do this.” You said, determined to make the best out of the situation.

George looked at you and smiled, taking your hand in his and squeezing it tightly. George took a deep breath before reaching for the doorknob. Little did you know that he was just as nervous as you were. He was completely panicked at the thought of the kids being too rambunctious for you to handle.

“Boys!” George called in the house as he opened the door.

There were a series of yells heard scattered across the house. This was followed by pounding footsteps coming from all directions. You squeezed George’s hand a little tighter as you saw them all run into the room one by one.

“Boys, this is (Y/N) (L/N). They’re the person you were so interested in meeting.” George smirked as the boys blushed at his words.

“We weren’t that interested!” One protested, his dark hair pulled in a tight ponytail.

“Mhm, sure…Anyways (Y/N), these are my boys.” He took his time introducing each of them and you weren’t sure if you were going to be able to remember all their names.

“It’s nice to meet you boys.” You smiled, all of them wearing shit eating grins.

“HAVE YOU HAD SEX WITH OUR DAD????” Alex screeched, running at you with excitement.

“DO YOU HAVE ANY KIDS???” John yelled, latching his arms around your waist.

“ARE YOU GOING TO MARRY OUR DAD???” Hercules’s voice boomed through the house loudly, especially for such a small boy.

“WILL YOU STAY FOREVER???” Laf jumped onto your back, nuzzling his face into your neck.

“OUR DAD KNOWS SANTA! DO YOU KNOW HIM TOO???” Thomas asked, his eyes flickering between you and George.

“DO YOU KNOW WHAT WE’RE GETTING FOR CHRISTMAS???” Aaron jumped over the other boys, hoping to gain your attention.

“I hope we don’t scare you away.” James said in between coughs, taking your hand that wasn’t holding George’s into his.

“BOYS!” George yelled, the boys stopped their flood of questions to look at him. “Enough with the ridiculous questions.” George sighed, thinking his kids had already scared you away.

“I don’t know if I can answer all those at once.” You giggled, looking at the rowdy boys around you. “Let me think…Yes we have and no I don’t have any kids. About the marriage thing, he’d have to ask first. I would stay forever if I could, Laf. Santa and I are freaking homies! I don’t know what you’re getting for Christmas, and no James, I don’t think you can scare me away.” They took in your answers, before they all took a deep breath to ask more questions.

“No more questions! You’ll have plenty of time to do that later! For now, let’s go make some dinner.” George said, ushering the boys towards the kitchen.

Without a word, they all began working in unison. You laughed, watching them take orders from George and and carrying them out with such precision. They were chopping vegetable and fruits, some were stirring pots or putting things in the oven. They were like little soldiers.

“What would you like me to do, General Washington?” You asked with a mock salute.

“No guest of mine is helping in the kitchen. Go sit down at the table, dinner will be done in a moment.” George pushed you towards the table that John and Alex were supposed to be setting.

“So, how old are you two?” You asked, taking a seat at the dining table.

“I’m eight and John is ten.” Alex said, folding the last of the napkins

“Are you all pretty close to your dad?” You asked, watching as their faces lit up at the mention of George.

“We spend a lot of time with our dad. He’s the one that got us all out of foster care and orphanages, we owe a lot to him.” John smiled at the memory.

“Did you hang them all up?” Thomas asked, walking into the room.

“Yeah we did.” Alex said, the three boys sharing a mischievous grin.

“What did you three do?” You raised an eyebrow at the suspicious boys.

“You’ll find out soon enough.” Thomas smirked, taking a seat next to you at the table. “I believe you will greatly appreciate it.”

Soon enough, everyone was seated around the table eating an amazing Christmas Eve dinner George and the boys had made. The boys watched and listened to you carefully the whole night. George had never brought someone home before, so there had to be something special about you.

“I think I’m going to catch Santa tonight.” Alex boasted, shoveling mountains of mashed potatoes into his mouth.

“I doubt you can catch Santa.” Aaron rolled his eyes.

“Oh yeah, why not?” Alex glared at him, holding his fork a bit tighter

“Because Santa’s not real, you idiot.” Aaron said smugly, half of the kids at the table looked up in shock.

“WHAT DO YOU MEAN SANTA ISN’T REAL???” James screamed, tears beginning to well up in his eyes.

“Oh no…” You hear Hercules mutter, turning to glare at Aaron.

“James, uh…you see Santa…” George attempted, only to have more of the kids at the table begin to cry.

“Of course Santa is real!” You interject, signaling to George that you could handle this. “Santa works really hard to visit you kids each year. He’s probably getting his sleigh ready right now! But sometimes, to prove that a child’s faith in him can stay true, he tells other children to spread the word that he’s not real. All those who still have faith in him will never leave the nice list. Whenever someone tells you he’s not real, they’re actually testing you.”

“Really?” Thomas asked, his eyes puffy from crying.

“Trust me, Santa’s as real as you and me.” George said, smiling at how quickly you had turned the situation around. “Boys, go change into your PJs. (Y/N) and I will clean up the table and then we can watch some Christmas movie with you before bedtime.”

The boys looked at each other with smirks. They walked up the stairs and began laughing and giggling when they thought they were out of earshot.

“They’re up to something…” You trailed off, standing up to grab the dishes.

“They’re always up to something.” George chuckled, leading you back into the kitchen to wash the dishes.

After washing the dishes in comfortable silence, the two of you entered the living room to be met with a surprise. Every inch of the ceiling was covered in mistletoe. George looked around the room in shock while you tried to stifle your laugh.

“Who keeps hanging all this damn mistletoe everywhere?” George yelled, throwing his hands in the air.

“Keeps? Like this has happened multiple times?” You giggled at George’s pained expression.

“The boys kept trying to hang it everywhere before you came over.” George blushed.

“That’s cute, but I don’t know how to tell you this…” You trailed off, looking at the staircase behind George that was currently occupied by his kids.

“They’re too much for you aren’t they? I promise they’re not that bad, they were just really excited to meet you. Please, just hear me out on this.” George began to rant, the only thing that stopped it was your hand over his mouth.

“First off, I love the boys and their craziness. Secondly, I was going to tell you that we can’t break a Christmas tradition, it’ll bring us years of bad luck.” You smirked, pulling George close to you as the boys gasped in anticipation.

“Hm, well I don’t want to be a Scrooge.” George smiled, pulling you in for a light kiss.

The kiss was short and sweet, but then again there were all his kids behind you. As you pulled away, you could hear the excited cheers and almost whispers from the boys. George rolled his eyes, turning to watch them all run back up the stairs.

“I’m glad you like them. I’ve really wanted to combine the most important people in my life for a while.” George smiled, pulling you close to his side.

“I’m glad you forced me into this. I think this may be my best Christmas yet.” You put your head on his shoulder.

“Well, if you’d like, maybe this could be the first of many Christmases like this.” George suggested, his voice slightly nervous and strained.

“That’s an offer I’ll have to take.” You giggled, watching the boys peek around the corner to look at the two of you. “Besides, I don’t think I’d want to spend another holiday without you and your boys.”

undisclosed desires

length: 2k

genre(s): smut

triggers/warnings: none 

simon follows baz into the woods and finds more than he bargained for

a/n: bless @cherryonsimon for wading through this incoherent mess x.x (also readmores don’t seem to work on mobile but if you click my url it should take you to the post ^__^)

for day 7 of @snowbaz-feda!!


This is all Baz’s fault. If he hadn’t decided to sneak out of our room and into the Wavering Wood right before the drawbridge went up for the night, I wouldn’t be stuck out here with him. Well, not with him. Behind him. Far behind him. But not too far that I can’t tell what he’s up too. Except…except I can’t see him anymore.

I think I’m lost.

This is all Baz’s fault.


Snow must be delusional if he thinks I can’t tell he followed me. From the unmistakable swish of his sword as he cuts through the branches, to his heavy clomp, I can hear him coming from miles away. I make sure my path is full of twists and turns, until I can’t hear anything behind me. Then I go searching for something to drink.

There’s a large buck visible through the trees and I cast quiet as a mouse on myself. He doesn’t hear me coming until it’s too late and I’m sinking my fangs into his proud neck. There’s always that pang of regret that comes seconds before I bite, the knowledge that I’m stealing the life away from an animal. But, then again, doesn’t everyone? Is my drinking this deer’s blood really any different than someone eating a burger?

I take my time draining the creature, enjoying every drop. I haven’t been able to feed like this since returning to Watford and I notice the difference almost instantly. I feel stronger, healthier; like maybe I can take on whatever’s coming for me this year.

I drop the carcass to the ground, wiping the back of my hand across my mouth.

And that’s when I hear him.

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Pete Dunne NSFW Alphabet

Originally posted by pinknights

I thought I’d do one of these for Pete Dunne because I currenly have a love /hate crush on him and i thought it was about time that i wroe something about him. His character reminds me so much of one of my ex boyfriends so I kinda took some of his things and adapted them for Pete!

I try and write these to fit my own head cannons so y’know! I hope you can picture him the same too!


@theelitevillian @blondekel77 @thatonegirloncealways @jellybelly300 @ashleymarie2021 @imnobodiesbitch @morgancorbin @alexahood21 @georgina019 @alyneve @alyhull @angstliveson @kelstenkiara @akihikothekitsune @wub419 @logandemico @kelstenkira @msgem @princess3733 @lanalizzytho @simplisticworld-x @lilmisscrisis @behindthesesilvereyes @writergrrrl29knits @hardcorewrestlingtrash @randonfandompenguin @artemisapalla316 @itzelrollins @thedeboniardevistation @tooweirdforlifex @little–alphabet–boy  @akihikothekitsune  @scarlettequinn 

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Disney Princesses/Heroines starter sentences

Snow White 

“Supper’s not quite ready. You’ll just have time to wash.”
“If you let me stay, I’ll keep house for you. I’ll wash and sew and sweep and cook.”
“I’m awfully sorry. I didn’t mean to frighten you.”
“You don’t know what I’ve been through. And all because I was afraid.”
“I’m so ashamed of the fuss I made.”
“Please don’t send me away. If you do, (s)he’ll kill me!”
“Want to know a secret?”
“Oh, I feel strange.“ 

 The Blue Fairy

"A lie keeps growing and growing until it’s as plain as the nose on your face.” “You must learn to choose between right and wrong.”
“Always let your conscience be your guide.”
“Perhaps you haven’t been telling the truth, ____." 


"If I had a world of my own, everything would be nonsense. Nothing would be what it is because everything would be what it isn’t.”
“It would be so nice if something would make sense for a change.”
“I was just wondering if you could help me find my way.”
“If I listened earlier, I wouldn’t be here.” “That explains the trouble that I’m always in.”
“Well… I went along my merry way, and I never stopped to reason. I should’ve known there’d be a price to pay, someday…”
“I give myself very good advice, but I very seldom follow it!”
“Will I ever learn to do the things I should?”
“I’m afraid I can’t explain myself, because I’m not myself, you know.”
“Curiosity often leads to trouble.”
“Well, I must say, I’ve never heard it that way before.”
“I’m sorry I interrupted your birthday party.”
“When I get home I shall write a book about this place… If I ever do get home.”
“Well, I’m trying to find my way home.”
“I’m sorry, but I just haven’t the time!”
“Well, I can’t remember things like I used to.”
“Of all the silly nonsense, this is the stupidest ____ party I’ve ever been to in all my life.”
“I’m sorry, ____. I can’t marry you. You’re not the right (wo)man for me. And there’s that trouble with your digestion.”
“I love you, ___, but this is my life. I’ll decide what to do with it.”
“You’re lucky to have my sister/brother/friend for your wife/husband, ____, and be good to her/him. I’ll be watching very closely.”
“Don’t worry, ____. I’ll find something useful to do with my life.”
“I’ve never stopped dreaming.”
“I’d rather you didn’t. I’ll be fine as soon as I wake up.”
“I’m not slaying anything. I don’t slay, so put it out of your mind.”
“Who’s to say what is "proper”? What if it was agreed that “proper” was wearing a codfish on your head? Would you wear it?“ 


"No, it isn’t true. It’s just no use. No use at all. I can’t believe. Not anymore. There’s nothing left to believe in. Nothing.”
“Why, it’s like a dream. A wonderful dream come true.”
“It’s more than I ever hoped for.”
“Suppose they heard you upstairs. You know the orders. So if you don’t want to lose a warm, nice bed, you’d better get rid of those dreams.”
“No, I mean it. ____ has his/her good points, too. For one thing, (s)he… Well, sometimes (s)he… Hmmm. There must be something good about him/her.”
“Oh, well. What’s a royal ball? After all, I suppose it would be frightfully dull, and-and-and boring, and-and completely… Completely wonderful.”
“I’m sorry. I-I guess I forgot about everything, even the time.”
“But it was so wonderful. And (s)he was so handsome/beautiful, and when we danced…”
“I’m sure that even the Prince(ss) himself couldn’t have been more… more… Oh, well, it-it’s over, and…”
“Thank you. Thank you so much for everything.”
“Well, I-I, oh, the Prince(ss). I haven’t met the Prince(ss).”
“Just because it’s what’s done doesn’t mean it’s what should be done!”
“I’m only a girl/boy, not a prince(ss).”
“Why? Why are you so *cruel*? I don’t understand it. I’ve tried to be kind to you.”
“No one deserves to be treated as you have treated me. Why are you do it? WHY?" 


"I should have been home hours ago.”
“Don’t even mention that horrible place.”
“I was so embarrassed… And frightened.”
“I don’t need you to shelter and protect me." 


"Why do they still treat me like a child?”
“Yes, it’s only in my dreams. But they say if you dream a thing more than once, it’s sure to come true, and I’ve seen him/her so many times.”
“Oh, you darling! This is the happiest day of my life! Everything’s *so* wonderful!”
“I know you’re there. Don’t be afraid.”
“You’ve been very good to me. Well, except that one time you fed me ____." 


”(S)he wants our ____. That’s all (s)he’s after.“
"But was does he/she want with them? He/she can’t possibly love them." 


"Very poetic. But it is not quite Shakespeare.”
“____ do not practice biting and clawing, and things like that. It’s just horrible.”
“___, you could have lost your life!”
“Now, ___, that is not kind. You know ___ is so fond of us, and takes very good care of us." 

Maid Marian 

"Oh darling, I thought you’d never ask me!”
“Oh, (s)he’s probably forgotten all about me.”
“Surely (s)he must know how I really love him/her.”
“I beg of you, spare his/her life! Please have mercy!”
“Oh, ___, you’re so brave and impetuous!" 


"Did you want to see me sir/mam?”
“But I’ve tried as hard as I could, honest!”
“Then please, will you take me back to ___ like you promised?”
“The water’s coming in, please pull me up!”
“Put me down, ___!" 


"Are you a lord, or a warrior?”
“Oh, what a pity. I was so hoping for someone who could help me escape.”
“Oh, well, if you want to come with me, you may.”
“Aren’t you charming?”
“I’m afraid it’ll soon be over for us.“
”“Girl/Boy”? “Girl/Boy”? If it wasn’t for this *girl/boy*, you would still be in ___ dungeon.“


“They won’t mind. Really.”
“Don’t worry, ___. I’ll take care of you.”
“And what kind of person would steal an innocent little kitty/puppy/baby?”
“It’s still wrong. I’m scared. I don’t know what to do. I don’t know what to do.”


“What would I pay to stay here beside you?”
“I’m sorry, I just forgot, I–”
“Nothing happened.”
“But if you would just listen!”
“(S)he would have died.”
“I’ve never seen a (species) this close before. Oh (s)he’s very handsome/beautiful, isn’t (s)he?”
“All right, I’m going inside. You can just stay here and watch for (animal species).”
“If only I could make him/her understand. I just don’t see things the way (s)he does.” 
“I just don’t see how a world that makes such wonderful things could be bad.”
“Why don’t you go tell ___? You’re good at that!”


“Of course I came back. I couldn’t let them…”
“Oh this is all my fault. If only I had gotten here sooner.”
“Don’t talk like that. You’ll be alright. We’re together now; everything’s going to be fine, you’ll see.”
“No, No! Please. Please… Please don’t leave me… I love you.”
“Well, some people use their imagination.”
“What do you know about my dreams, ___?”
“___, I’m-I’m speechless. I really don’t know what to say.”
“I’m very sorry, ___… but… but I just don’t deserve you!”
“If you’d hold still, it wouldn’t hurt as much!”
“If you hadn’t *frightened* me, I wouldn’t have run away!”
“Well, *you* should learn to control your temper.”
“Now, hold still. This might sting a little.”
“By the way, thank you for saving my life.”
“I’m not hungry!”
“(S)he’s not a monster, ___. You are!”
“Please… stop.”
“Who’s there? Who are you?”
“I’ve come for my father/mother/master. Please, let him/her out! Can’t you see, (s)he’s sick!”
“But (s)he could die! Please, I’ll do anything!”
“Oh there must be some way I can… wait! Take me instead.”
“___ not crazy and I can prove it!”
“Oh no, (s)he’d never hurt anyone. Please, I know (s)he looks vicious, but (s)he’s really kind and gentle. (S)he’s my friend.”


“You’re not free to make your own choices.”
“Let him/her go!”
“Unhand him/her!”
“Do as I command, release him/her!”
“It’s all so magical.”
“It’s a shame ___ had to miss this.”
“You are the boy/girl from the market! Why did you lie to me?”
“Did you think I was stupid? That I wouldn’t figure it out?”
“Who are you? Tell me the truth.”
“Why didn’t you just tell me?”
“That stupid law! This isn’t fair! I love you!”
“Please, try to understand. I’ve never done a thing on my own.”
“I’ve never had any real friends.”
“I am not a prize to be won!”
“Hmm… I never realized how incredibly handsome you are.”


“So where are we going? It better not be any place dumb.”
“What made you come back?”
“So where are we really going?”
“What’s happened to you? You’re not the ___ I remember.”
“Hey genius, it was my idea.”


“If you kill him/her, you’ll have to kill me too!”
“Look around you. This is where the path of hatred has brought us.”
“This is the path I choose, ___. What will yours be?”
“It would’ve been better if we never met. None of this would’ve happened.”
“I can’t leave you.”
“You think I’m an ignorant savage, and you’ve been so many places, I guess it must be so.”
“How can there be so much that you don’t know?”
“You have a most unusual name too.”
“I’m trying to help my people.”
“I don’t know what I can do, still I know I’ve got to try.”
“We don’t have to fight them! There must be a better way!”
“But maybe we should try talking to them.”
“But of one of them did want to talk, you would listen to him/her, wouldn’t you?”
“I never knew that fear and hate could be so strong.”
“I thought our love would be so beautiful.”
“Should I marry ___?”
“___ was just coming to protect me.”


“I ask for nothing. I can get by. But I know so many less lucky than I.”
“You mistreat this poor boy/girl the same way you mistreat my people!”
“You speak of justice, yet you are cruel to those most in need of your help!”
“You’re lucky. That arrow almost pierced your heart.”
“Did you make all these things yourself?”
“How can such a cruel man raised someone someone like you?”
“Now you look at me. Do you think I’m evil?”
“You’re not hurt are you? Here, let’s see.”
“I know what you were ‘imagining’.”
“Alright, then I’ll come to see you.”
“You missed a spot?”
“Are you always this charming or am I just lucky?”
“You sneaky son of a…”


“Well you know how men are. They think ‘No’ means ‘Yes’ and ‘Get lost’ means ‘Take me, I’m yours.’”
“You wanted to be petty and dishonest?”
“How do you know what I’m like?”
“I’m a big touch girl. I tie my own sandals and everything.”
“People do crazy things… when they’re in love.”
“Sometimes it’s better to be alone. Nobody can hurt you.”
“Look, I learned my lesson, ok?”
“It looks better that way. No, it really does.”
“Are you always this articulate?”
“Read my lips – forget it!”
“You’re really choked up about this, aren’t ya?”
“I don’t care, I’m not going to help you hurt her/him!”
“This one’s different. (S)he’s strong, (s)he’s caring, (s)he would never do anything to hurt me…”
“What are you doing? Without your strength, you’ll be killed!”
“Look, I gave it my best shot, but (s)he made me an offer I had to refuse!”


“Would you like to stay for dinner?”
“Stop. I’m sorry, I’m sorry. I’m just nervous. I’ve never done this before.”
“Look at me… I will never pass for a perfect bride?”
“Can it be I’m not meant to play this part?”
“Well, (s)he doesn’t talk about me much.”
“I never want to see a naked (wo)man again.”
“If you’re so worried, go stand watch.”
“You shouldn’t have to go!”
"Why else would I come back?”
“I don’t think I can do this.”
“Hey. I’ll hold him, and you punch!”
“Get off the roof, get off the roof, get off the roof!”


“Now, you stay away from me. Like a very good wild (wo)man.”
“You stay. I’m warning you… My ___ won’t take kind to you.”
“Now that’s close ENOUGH!”
“It’s a lovely heartbeat. It’s very nice.”
“You do speak? And all this time I thought you were this big, wild, quiet, silent, person-thing!
“Hmm! I mean, I must say I’m rather curious of who you are.”
“(S)he was this close to me, ___, just staring at me.”
“(S)he was confused at first, as if (s)he had never seen another ___ before.”
“His/her eyes were intense… and focused, and… I’ve never seen eyes like those before.”
“Put me down! Put me down!”
“No pick me up, pick me up, pick me up!”
“All right, enough of this. I want that paper on the count of three. One, two… Oh, look!”
“Now, now, don’t give me those crocodile tears.”
“What would your parents have to say?”
“Oh, ___, you have no idea what’s in store for you. You’re going to see the world, and all kinds of people will want to meet you. Leaders, scientists, writers.”
“Don’t worry, I’m going to have you out of this in a second.”


“What do you mean the door’s stuck? Try jiggling the handle.”
“So, remind me again how you’re related to ___?”
“So what did the emperor want?”
“Well, that’s just rude!”
“No no no no. Emperor or no Emperor, it’s called common courtesy. If it were me, I’d march right back there and *demand* to see him. You know I would!”
“___, I’m fine. This baby’s not coming out for a while, but even if it was, I’d give that guy a piece of my mind. That kind of behavior just, just…”
“As I said before, you may remember, ___ is not here. I’ll be sure to tell him/her you stopped by.”
“Lady with a baby comin’ through.”


“I have some questions for you, and you are not leaving this city until they are answered!”
“You do swim, do you not?”
“True, our people live, but our culture is dying. We are like a stone the ocean beats against. With each passing year a little more of us is worn away.”
“All will be well, ___ ___. Be not afraid.”
“A thousand years ago, the streets were lit and our people did not have to scavenge for food at the edge of a crumbling city!”
“They don’t know any better!”
“We were once a great people. Now we live in ruins.”
“The kings of our past would weep if they could see how far we have fallen.”
“Our way of life is dying.”
“You… travel, you are a friendly traveler.”


“I’m late because I had to go to the store and get peanut butter ‘cause all we have is… is… stinkin’ tuna!”
“But if you want to leave, you can. I’ll remember you though.”
“I remember everyone that leaves.”
“You know, you wreck everything you touch. Why not try and make something for a change?”
“Oh good! My dog found the chainsaw!”
“No more caffeine for you.”
“Then why don’t you sell me and buy a rabbit instead?”
“This is your badness level. It’s unusually high for someone your size. We have to fix that.”
“You’ll like it 'cause it’s stinky like YOU!”
“A falling star… I call it! Get out, get out! I have to make a wish!”
“I hear you cry at night.”
“Do you dream about them?”
“I know that’s why you wreck things, and push me.”
“I need someone to be my friend. Someone who won’t run away. Maybe send me an angel! The nicest angel you have.”
“Did you ever kill anyone?”
“Our family’s little now, and we don’t have many toys… But if you want, you could be a part of it. You could be our baby, and we’d raise you to be good.”
“Don’t worry. (S)he likes your butt and fancy hair. I know. I read her/his diary.”
“My friends need to be punished.”
“Leave me alone to diiiiie.”


“No! You’re not taking him/her! I’m the only one who understands him/her! You take that away, (s)he won’t stand a chance!”
“But you don’t know what you’re doing! (S)he needs me!”
“You smell like a lawn mower.” 
“Oh. Ohhhh! Oh, you know, I’m *really* sorry about that, and if I had known who you were, of course I never would’ve… I can pay for that.”
“Okay, talk. I know you had something to do with this.” 
“I think it might be a koala… an *evil* koala. I can’t even pet it! It keeps *staring* at me, like it’s gonna eat me!”
“I shouldn’t have yelled at you.”
“Oh no! Gravity is increasing on me!”
“The manager’s a vampire. He wanted me to join his legion of the undead.”

Captain Amelia 

“Nasty business, but I won’t bore you with my scars.”
“Oh, shut up, ___. You know I don’t mean a word of it.”
“___, you have… wonderful eyes.”
“___, I’d love to chat. Tea, cake, the whole shebang, but I have a ___ to run.”
“Can you get nothing wrong?”
“You can keep that kind of flim-flammery for your spaceport floozies, ___!”
“Did you actually aim for that?”
“I mean that in a very caring way.”


“Just a little tip for the future, I am always right. Even when I’m wrong, I’m right.”
“___, what have you done? How could you bring him/her here?”
“Oh, but ___, it’s already happened…”


“They pretend they’re going to always be there for you, and then one day they pack up and move away and take their love with them.”
“They leave her/him/me, wondering what she/he/I did wrong.”
“You - you came all the way back here… for me?”
“Yes, so if you want to keep it inside your body, where it belongs, you should stop jumping off trucks doing eighty on the interstate!”
“You know what that is, television? It’s entertainment for people. It’s fake! Nothing you think is real is real!”
“Yeah, go nuts. Let’s see how that works out for ya.”


“Voodoo? You mean to tell me all this happened because you were messing with the Shadow Man?”
“It serves me right for wishing on stars. The ONLY way to get what you want in this world is through hard work.”
“My dream wouldn’t be complete… without you in it.”
“You’re a no-count, philandering, lazy bump on a log.”
“This stick in the mud has had to work two jobs her whole life while you’ve been sucking on a silver spoon chasing chambermaids around your - your ivory tower!”
“Oh… All my years. No one’s ever done anything like this for me.”
“I can’t hear you, I’m sorry. What?”
“You said you were fabulously wealthy!”
“Oh, very funny. So, what now? I reckon you want a kiss?”
“A prince/princess? But I didn’t wish for any…”
“(S)he was trying to propose. That’s what all that fumbling was about and here I thought, all (s)he wanted was to marry a rich girl/boy.”
“Just look at it, mama! Don’t it just make you wanna cry?”


“Who are you, and how did you find me?”
“I’ve been looking out of a window for eighteen years, dreaming about what I might feel like when those lights rise in the sky. What if it’s not everything I dreamed it would be?”
“Well, that’s okay! I mean, what (s)he doesn’t know won’t kill him/her, right?”
“I’ve hidden it. Somewhere you’ll never find it.”
“I have made the decision to trust you.”
“Is it ruffians? Thugs? Have they come for me?”
“Something brought you here, ___ ___. Call it what you will… fate… destiny…”
“And when I promise something, I never ever break that promise.”
“Oh. Sorry yes, just… lost in thought I guess.”
“Sorry! Just, don’t… don’t freak out.”
“I should have given it to you before, but I was scared. And the thing is, I’m not scared anymore. You know what I mean?”
“I’ve spent my entire life hiding from people who would use me for my power… when I should have been hiding - from YOU!”
“No! You were wrong about the world. And you were wrong about ME!”


“You could stay. You could have your own castle, where you can wreck and stink as much as you want, and no one would ever treat you badly ever again.”
“Why are your hands so freakishly big?”
“You really are a bad guy.”
“What? Speak up, I can’t hear you. Your breath is so bad it made my ears numb!”
“What’s the big deal over that crummy medal, anyway?”
“Everyone here says I’m just a mistake…”
“I’m not listening to you! Get outta my way!”
“___, it’s not gonna work…”


“Don’t you dare!”
“Oh well, it was all my fault. I got engaged, but then (s)he freaked out because I’d only just met him/her, you know that day. (S)he said (s)he wouldn’t bless the marriage and…”
“Yes, pay attention, but the thing is (s)he wore the gloves all the time, so I just thought, maybe (s)he has a thing about dirt…”
“I understand if you don’t want to help me anymore.”
“It’s true love!”
“___, please! Please! I can’t live like this anymore!”
“What did I ever do to you?”
“No! Why? Why do you shut me out? Why do you shut the world out? What are you so afraid of?”
“All right, I’m just blocking you out because I gotta concentrate here.”
“Nobody wants to be alone. Except maybe you.”
“You kind of set off an eternal winter everywhere.”
“Please, I know you’re in there.”
“Just let me in.”
“What would you know about love? All you ever do is shut people out.”


“The party is over. Close the gates.”
“I said enough!”
“Please, you’ll only make it worse!”
“You’re not safe here!”
“You can’t marry a man/woman you just met.”
“I belong here… alone, where I can be who I am and not hurt anybody.”
“I never knew what I was cabible of.”
“The cold never bothered me anyway.”
“Yes I’m alone but I’m alone and free.”
“Just stay away and you’ll be safe from me.”
“There’s so much fear.”


“There are no red lights during car chases!”
“Stop whining. Woman up.”

Honey Lemon

“Let’s not jump to conclusions. We don’t KNOW (s)he’s trying to kill us.”
“Oh, my gosh! You must be ___! I’VE HEARD SO MUCH ABOUT YOU!”


“And… and after we’re done, you can hate me, and that’ll be fine, because I was a horrible friend, and I hurt you. And you… and you can walk away knowing you were right all along.”
“Wait, uh, wait - listen! I - I know you’ll never forgive me! And I don’t blame you. I wouldn’t forgive me either. I was ignorant, and… irresponsible… and small-minded. But ___ shouldn’t suffer because of my mistakes. I have to fix this.”
“I hope so. We are really fighting the clock and every minute counts.”
“Excuse me… Down here… Hi.”
“Ooh, ah, you probably didn’t know, but a ___ can call another ___ 'cute’, but when ___ do it, that’s a little…”
“I came here to make the world a better place, but I think I broke it.”
“it’s your word against yours. It’s called a hustle sweetheart. Boom.”
“What’re you going to do, kill me?”
“No! ___! Don’t do this! Fight it!”

Tell me who you’ve been seeing; even if I have never heard of them–that will be all the better. I try to invent you for myself, but find I really have only 2 twigs and 3 straws to do it with. I can get the sensation of seeing you–hair, lips, colour, height, even, now and then, the eyes and hands, but I find you going off, to walk in the garden, to play tennis, to dig, to sit smoking and talking, and then I can’t invent a thing you say–This proves, what I could write reams about–how little we know anyone, only movements and gestures, nothing connected, continuous, profound.
—  Virginia Woolf in a letter to Vita Sackville-West, 7 September 1925
comic // peter parker

summary: peter parker meets you and is given a new vision of what girls can be when he sees that you fearlessly stand for what you believe in and that you don’t sit around waiting for your prince charming. mild dc universe references.

word count: about 2k

a/n: hey! wrote this lil thing for 4 hours today! unedited as per usual. i just went to see Wonder Woman for the first time recently and got a little inspired. warning for WW spoilers and mild profanity. not very angsty or anything but i wanted to switch up that trope of a girl being hopelessly in love with this cool ass guy! and I thought it’d be cute to see him fuss over little things she does, just like the usual trope but switched around. also i needed a break bc writing simple took a lot lot of work lol love you guys!! ok this is getting long so enjoy this fic and give me feedback <333



“Hey, Penis Parker!” Flash yells at the top of his lungs as he hits the gas and speeds past Peter.

Sighing, Peter turns away. He knows Ned would want him to do something about the prick, but he knows better than that. It’s not as if it doesn’t get infuriating sometimes, because it fricking does. But he can’t do anything but keep letting Flash punch him, trying to get a reaction.

Sometimes, he just wants to hit back. And by “hit back”, he means metaphorically of course. He just wants to say, Here’s your reaction, Flash. And then totally roast him. He thinks that would be the coolest thing ever, but pissing off a dude like him is dangerous territory that Peter just doesn’t want to get into.

Peter picks up the earbuds hanging from the top of his sweater to slide them into his ears when he hears low laughter. He glances up and turns to see who it was. He frowns a little when he sees no one, turning back to find you on the bench nearby. He jumps a little, surprised.

You’re sitting with your legs crossed and a book held in front of you. Correction, not just any book. A comic book, Wonder Woman. By the looks of the cover, it dates to just after the bronze age of comic books, late 80s maybe. Who are you? You look up to see Peter, his expression a synthesis of confusion, curiosity, and excitement. Gently, you close the comic and set it beside you. He’s glad you’re being so careful with it, because that thing looks like it might just fall apart.

His expression turns a little serious. You say, “Oh, sorry. Was I not supposed to laugh? Flash hardly seems threatening to me, that’s all.” A few seconds of silence pass. You look away, and then back at him. “So…do you speak, or…?”

“Uh, sorry. I just, um…Flash isn’t threatening. To me, that is. So…just to set that, like, straight…” Peter fumbles over his words, his eyes still on you.

“Really? Then why don’t you do anything about him? I hope you’re not waiting for Spider-Man to swoop in and punch him or anything.”

“I’m not. I think Spider-Man has better things to do, like beating up actual bad guys and hoping to be apart of the Avengers,” Peter says, sounding a little too annoyed. He quickly tries to take a step back, though. “Uh, I mean, that’s what I’d guess. Not that I would really know, though.”

You raise your eyebrows and tilt your head to the side slightly. “Please, you’re not fooling anyone.”

His eyes widen, and he slides his hands into his pockets to try and look more casual about it. “W-What are you talking about?” How could you know? There’s no way you know anything if he’s never even seen you, right? Maybe he should tell Mr. Stark about this. Oh, who is he kidding? He can’t lean on Mr. Stark forever, he has to deal with his own problems here. He has to prove to him that he can be an Avenger.

“You know what I’m talking about. You’re a fanboy for Spider-Man. Head over heels, I’d say. You couldn’t be more obvious.” Peter almost breathes a sigh of relief, his tension gradually draining away.

But this doesn’t stop a mad blush from flushing his cheeks and ears. “I dunno, I just think Spider-Man is cool, that’s all. I’m not crazy over it or anything.”

“The body betrays the mind.” You give him a lopsided smile, which practically melts him inside. It makes him want to make you laugh, just to see how it would look. “It’s okay, I don’t really care. But between you and me, I think Spider-Man isn’t as impressive as people make him out to be.”

“Why not?” Peter shoots back almost immediately, getting a little defensive.

“I mean, he can cling to walls and ceilings and can shoot a few webs. Big deal. Come back to me when he turns out to be an Amazonian princess that still stands today as a feminist icon. Or when he uses his powers to beat up the Axis Powers in World War Two. So tell me he’s amazing when he saves the world. Then he’ll be a hero worth regarding.” He watches you, seeing your passion for Wonder Woman practically radiate off of you. There’s a glint in your eyes, and for a second, Peter’s almost convinced.

Almost. “That’s not a fair comparison. Wonder Woman spent her whole life training for the threat that she overcame. Antiope was, like, this crazy good general! So she had basically the best training she could receive until she had to go and kill Ares in the war. Not to mention, she’s a goddess! How can you blame a kid like Spider-Man, who just started out, for not being like her?” And just like that, Peter is caught. His cheeks flame up again as he curses himself internally for not being able to handle a hit on his pride. You’re better than that, dude.

You look genuinely surprised at all of this. Slowly, you start laughing. It’s a joyful, sweet sound that lights up your whole face. Peter looks like he might just faint, both out of embarrassment and from seeing you laugh.

“Well, well. Looks like I might not be the only Wonder Woman stan around here,” you grin playfully and straighten out your legs. “But I have a question for you. How do you know that Spider-Man is a kid?”

Peter is in stunned silence at first, but he quickly scraps together a lie to save himself from exposure. “I-I…saw pictures, and his, uh, physique isn’t…one that you’d see on a grown man.”

“He should call himself Spider-Boy, then,” you snort.

Don’t say anything, Peter. Just laugh and be done with it, don’t do anything stup- “Just ‘cause he’s young doesn’t mean he’s not manly!”

You look slightly taken aback. “Okay, okay, sorry for insulting your golden boy. But anyway, I gotta go home.” You open up your backpack and slide in the Wonder Woman comic. Before you close it, you pull out another comic and hand it to Peter.

“…Justice League?” Peter asks questioningly.

“Yeah. Read that, and then you might not think the Avengers are so cool anymore. The Flash, Wonder Woman, Batman, Martian Manhunter, and the rest. And if you ever get the chance to meet the guy in the spider costume, give it to him too.” With that, you zip up your bag and slide it onto your shoulders, starting to turn away.

“Wait,” Peter calls out. You turn back and look at him. For just a moment, he gets lost in your E/C eyes. He doesn’t know what you’re doing to him, but he doesn’t want it to stop. “What’s your name?”

“Y/N. Y/N Y/L/N. What about you?”

What a beautiful name. But instead of voicing his thoughts, he just says, “Peter Parker.”

“Peter Parker. That’s a cute name. If you ever need someone to throw a punch at Flash Thompson, I’ll be there if your Spider-Man can’t.”

He grins a little, trying to play it cool even though you just called him ‘cute’. “Thanks, but I think I can handle myself.”

“No offense, but with what arms?” He glances down at his worn blue sweater, which is just baggy enough to hide the lean muscle underneath. He smiles modestly and shrugs.

“Exactly. See you later,” you give him one last smile and get going. He watches you walk, and then stop as you pull out earphones and untangle them before setting them in your ears. He wonders why his face is starting to hurt when he realizes he’s been grinning like an idiot the whole time.

That night, you occupy Peter’s thoughts for the longest time. He loves that you fight for your opinion, and what you believe. Because after all, it’s about what you believe. He reads the Justice League comic, which is practically a relic. It gets him thinking about the Avengers, and who he is as Spider-Man. In ways, the League is similar, but also radically different. He kind of wishes the characters could pop out of their stories and be apart of his world. Wouldn’t that be cool, having Batman on the Avengers? You were right, and now Peter wants to read more.

He still reminds himself of the distinction between fictional superheroes and the real ones. The Justice League doesn’t really exist, but the Avengers do. So he has to make the best of reality. Maybe he could even take a page or two out of the fictional characters’ books and become a better Spider-Man. Inspired by these thoughts, Peter falls asleep.

The next day is rushed. Peter practically darts from class to class, trying to get all of his work done so he can stay out longer as Spider-Man. On his way to his math class, he passes through the gym as a shortcut.

“Ninety-four, ninety-five, ninety-six…” A group of students chant, making him glance over. The whole class is crowded around a single student doing pushups. Her arms effortlessly move up and down, and he can’t help but admire her muscled biceps and forearms. He takes mental notes on her form. Looking a little closer, the face looks familiar.

Is that…you? You momentarily lift your head and give him your lopsided smile, your forehead pouring sweat. Peter stares in shock, and the only thing that jolts him back to reality is the late bell. He sprints out of the gym to get to class.

Was that really you? Of course it was, there’s no mistaking that smile that makes his heart pound. You really could throw Flash a mean punch. He flinches a little thinking about it, but now he has a whole new admiration for you and your strength. A girl with both a comic obsession and probably a six-pack? Peter’s heart flutters. With enough convincing, maybe he could get you to believe in Spider-Man, too.

After school, he sees you on your bench again. You’re in the same position, but this time, your hands hold a dated Superman comic. “How was Justice League?” You ask just as he opens his mouth to speak.

“It was really good, actually. I liked it.” He takes a seat beside you, suddenly nervous as you set the comic aside. You stare at him, and he gets even more nervous, not knowing what to do.

After a long silence, you say, “So…where is it?”

“Oh. Oh! Right, sorry.” He sees your patient, awkward smile and quickly digs around his backpack. “Uh, here.” He hands you the comic, hands shaking slightly. He stares at you, hopelessly lost in memorizing your features until you snap him out of it again.

“Peter, you realize that you have to let go of it for me to take it,” you say slowly.

“Right!” He quickly lets go and tries to give you a smile. He swallows, trying to calm himself down.

You smile back. “So you liked it. I thought you would. Do you want to read more?”

Peter grins a little. “That would be awesome. Oh yeah, I saw what you did in the gym today.”

“I know. Impressed?” You grin back.

“Not embarrassed to admit that I am,” Peter nods, starting to break free of his anxious shell as he sets an arm around the bench.

“Good. There are too many guys out there that take it as a challenge to their masculinity and get worked up over it.”

“Yeah, you’re right. I don’t really like those kinds of people, honestly.”

For some reason, this makes you smile widely. You tuck away the comic and turn to look at him. “Hey, do you want to, like, go out sometime?” You ask directly.

Peter blushes for about the millionth time, but he looks a little confused. “Uh, we met like yesterday -”

“Do you like me?”

“W-What?” He stutters slightly.

“I said, do you like me?” You gaze at him intensely.

“I-I…yeah, I do,” he admits, thrown off guard once again.

“Pete, there’s no time like the present. I’m not exactly the kind of person who waits for things to happen. I’m the one who goes out and does them. So do you want to go out or not?”

Peter realizes you’ve nicknamed him and is internally fanboying. There are so many things he admires about you right now. Your initiative, your straight-forward and non-hesitant manner. You’re so…strong. You’re what he aspires to be as a person, but instead he’s shy and can hardly speak in front of you.

“Yeah, I do,” he finally responds, blinking a few times.

You give him that crooked smile that he likes so much, nodding. Things are about to get a lot more interesting for Peter Parker.


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some allura/nyma headcanons
  • after their first encounter, nyma and rolo have decided to join the galra resistance in their efforts to help voltron after betraying them, and turning over a new leaf 
  • sometime in the future allura and the paladins end up meeting this resistance
    • everyone is distrustful of them 
      • allura takes one look at nyma and rolo and already have a sense that they changed but is still on thin ice with them
      • nyma takes this really well and decides to prove to allura that she can be trusted now
  • nyma ends up doing a lot of tasks for allura in order to get her to trust them
    • ends up volunteering herself for the dangerous tasks instead of having to send the paladins instead
      • allura never allows her to and she doesn’t know why :~)
    • she helps allura around the castle and making sure that allura is well rested and that she’s doing okay
      • allura really likes these visits
        • :~)
    • just in general really helpful with allura and allura really appreciates it
    • she tells nyma to stop tho bc she doesnt feel like its necessary anymore
      • “i trust you, nyma. you don’t have to cater to me hand and foot any longer”
        “i thought a princess would love that”
        “oh i do, don’t think for a minute i don’t. i’d just rather us be friends”
        “oh… okay… friends then, princess.”
  • so the moment they become friends allura FINALLY gets to act like a young girl instead of a young princess
    • nyma always tells her its okay to have fun and that she doesnt care if allura acts unprincesslike 
    • they explore resistance ships and whatever planet the resistance is in
    • allura takes nyma on a tour of the castle
    • also offers her to ride along in one of the pods/or even to fly around in the castle
  • allura doesn’t even realize she’s fallen in love with nyma until one morning after they spend a night adventuring and allura just really wants to kiss her awake
  • nyma’s been in love with her since the second time she’s laid eyes on her, when she first arrived at the castle
    • rolo and lance tease her endlessly about it
    • lance even tries to give advice
      • “i know what the princess likes in terms of roooomance, i can give you advice EVEN IF you betrayed me like you did, nyma. i forgive you.”
        “didn’t allura make you kiss one of the mice before?”
        “SHE TOLD YOU!?”
  • their first kiss is really soft and under the night sky and under the stars
    • it’s really soft and loving, nyma’s hands cup allura’s face and allura’s smiling so wide into the kiss she can barely kiss her
      • “did they never teach you to kiss while you’re a princess? geez” 
        “i’m happy, shut up and kiss me”
        “don’t have to tell me twice”
  • when they start dating everyone is happy for them. coran gives nyma a big hug
      “thank…. you…??”

It’s the crying that wakes him.

Crying is not a concept foreign to FN-2187: his training has streamlined his mind into two neat lines deemed as being Productive and Unproductive. Logic and loyalty and righteous anger at those against the First Order are considered to be Helpful and Necessary, while misery, and guilt, and empathy are cut out with clean scalpels and the burning sharpness of a laser drill.

Crying, it turns out, is startlingly difficult to remove.

FN-2187 is still a cadet, though his station officer has listed his attributes on his public file, and he’s held a Stormtrooper helmet in his hands and stood at attention when Captain Phasma inspected his platoon. And at night, in the bunks he shares with twenty other cadets with matching haircuts and identical uniforms, he learns how to recognise the hitching sounds of someone burying their face in a pillow, or what it feels like when the person sleeping above him shakes with sobs.

He also learns how to close his eyes, and shut his mouth.

This crying, however, is loud.

It’s not so much crying as it is screaming, the same words over and over in some foreign tongue, and with it comes a heat that tickles and scratches his skin beneath his clothes. When he rubs his fingers together, eyes screwed shut, it feels like sharpened dirt, and tastes of dust.

It’s a girl, he thinks, resisting the urge to roll over, and he doesn’t recognise the voice. It’s too young, too pitched, and it echoes in a way that’s unfamiliar to the dorms; expanding outwards and outwards, uninhibited by corridors and the cold vacuum of space.

It feels like burning, and rubs his mind raw.

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anonymous asked:

Did you watch the p chris clip? What are your thoughts??

Okay, prepare for a huge rant you brought this on yourself btw (jk though, i love you for messaging me :))

First of all, when I saw that the new clip was about my smol bean Chris, I freaking did a double-take, like, my butt literally hit the ceiling and I couldn’t stop screaming like a crazy person thank God I live alone or I might have been institutionalized or something. I legit just dropped everything I was doing (like, you don’t understand, it was a whole procedure, not only did I stop eating, which, don’t even go there, but I even closed the window to shut out the noise and pulled the curtains so there wouldn’t be any glare on my screen). And I screamed my head off, basically.

Second of all, the first time I watched it I had to go back like every five seconds and re-watch every single movement and interaction between those two absolutely adorable dorks, all the while squealing my life out because awh mai gawd, they are sooooo precious :3 My sweet little boi Chris touching and gazing at Eva with all the care and love in the world and her waking up all sleepy, and both of them smiling and softly laughing at each other and awhhhwhw! I freaKING KNEW THAT THIS WAS WHAT THEIR RELATIONSHIP WAS LIKE! This was 99% what I had in mind, seriously. I was absolutely sure that Eva changed his outlook and that sooner or later he would want to be with her and only her, I am SO HAPPY RIGHT NOW, you don’t even know. Then that whole thing with Chris’s dream (subtle, Chris, really subtle) who basically asked Eva to be his girlfriend and she flat-out rejected him, and I was like evA DON’T BLOW HOLES IN MY SHIP!!! (ultimately I get where she’s coming from though, she’s still wary and doesn’t want to get hurt like she did with Jonas (not that it was his fault, they just weren’t meant to be), so she’s cautious and thinking that if Chris isn’t her boyfriend then she can’t get hurt, even if he cheats or something, because technically they’re not together). But this is Chris we’re talking about, ever met someone more determined? Yeah. So, I don’t think he’s gonna give up, I think he’s just going to pursue Eva and be all like whatever, we’re dating, and she’s gonna be like Chris, you’re not my boyfriend, and he’s gonna smirk like the cocky little shit he is and kiss her senseless and then after she thinks he’s given up he’s gonna say yeah, but, like, we’re dating, and in the end Eva’s going to be so frustrated she’s just gonna give up (but in the meantime Chris is gonna prove to her that he’s really not going to hurt her and that she can trust him, and in the end they’re gonna be so damn happy together). Eva just needs reassurance, she’s fearful because of the past (her own past, as well as Chris’s) and she needs time to see that Chris really loves her (because, I mean, come on, you can’t tell me that that boy is not totally whipped, like, my cute little puppy looked so hurt when Eva said that they’re never going to be together, it just broke my heart, but it’s okay, because we all know that’s not true). They just make each other so incredibly happy, the glow-up is amazing. On another note, what a great way to meet your future son-in-law, don’t you think? :D (you know it’s gonna happen, don’t even argue with me)

So, yeah, as you can probably tell, I have re-watched the clip at least 549 times, and I just can’t get enough of those two cinnamon rolls, and my whole life is literaLLY MADE Y'ALL. Like, this is what I have been waiting for ever since that first kiss at the Halloween party, I freaking KNEW MY SHIP WOULD SAIL :)))

Anyway, thank you so much for messaging me, anon, much love and fluffy ChrisEva hugs for you and I hope you have an amazing day ^^

I'll Be A Better Man Today (2) - Reggie Mantle X Reader

Summary: part two to ‘better man’. reggie attempts to win his girl back, but it backfire spectacularly.
Warnings: mentions of bullying, like one swear word.
A/N: there will be a part three to this. the inspiration just flowed when i started writing, and it’s been a while since that happened so i’m going with it. hope you like it!


The week passed by painfully slow. Every day meant another attempt by Reggie as he tried his best to win you back. Tuesday morning saw him waiting outside your house in his Jeep, waiting for you. The car hummed quietly, the radio playing a selection of your favourite songs. You spotted him the moment you stepped out the front door. You froze, not expecting to have to face him just yet. He smiled cautiously out the window, and waved.

You turned on your heels and reentered the house. After a few uncertain seconds, he saw you leave - with a set of keys hanging from one hand. Without sparing him a second glance, you unlocked your fathers sleek silver Ford and got into the drivers seat, tossing your backpack into the passenger side, and starting up the engine. Reggie’s car blocked your exit; you met his gaze, expectantly. His face fell, and he pulled away from the kerb. You turned out the opposite way; it would take longer to get to school this way, but you took that route anyway. Reggie was in the parking lot, Moose by his side, and he waved again as you parked, on the other side of the lot. You walked towards the building, not looking back once.

But Reggie wasn’t ready to give up just yet. He waited outside your math class, and walked alongside you toward your english, and then sat down next to you at lunch. Jughead, Archie, Betty and Veronica looked a little surprised, exchanging glances, what should we do?

They didn’t have to do anything. You simply got up and left, disappearing into the large crowd of students in a matter of seconds. Reggie groaned and lay his head on the table. He glanced up at Jughead, and Archie immediately tensed. Jughead shot him a sideways look, but Reggie just left.

You weren’t sure if you were more annoyed or secretly happy that Reggie was, once again, waiting for you Wednesday morning. You followed the same routine as the previous day; ignoring him, getting in the car, ignoring him, driving to school, parking, ignoring him, and going to class. However, Reggie knew it was time to start stepping up his game.

He waited by your locker at eleven am with a cup full of your favourite coffee. You slammed the door; ‘I just had one.’ Reggie’s shoulders slumped, and he dumped the coffee in the first trashcan he came upon. That evening, he got your favourite Pop’s order and brought it to your house - after an extremely generous tip he convinced Pop to break the takeaway rule - and again, your dad had to open the door.

'Did he hurt you in any way?’ He asked you, later, as he devoured the meal meant for you. You shook your head, running your hands through your hair. 'No, not me,’ you muttered, looking down at the table.

'He seems like a sweet boy,’ your dad told you. He is, you think, just not to everyone.


Thursday morning, and Reggie waited for you again. You ignored him, again. Halfway through the day and the only gift you’d received was a handwritten note shoved through the open vent in your locker. It read 'you look beautiful today. love you, r x’. Crumpling it in your fist, you’d nearly thrown it away, but changed your mind at the last second, instead tucking it into your personal journal. You were wary; was he giving up?

No, of course not. Cheryl and Moose ambushed you on your way to science, and dragged you off to the gym. You protested, the whole way there, but Cheryl shut you up with a snippy retort about how much she knew you hated the class. The gym was empty, save for the entire squad of River Vixens, clad in their cheer uniforms, and Reggie, who was earnestly talking to Betty and Veronica. Both looked unsure, and my stomach clenched uncomfortably.

'Reggie! The guest of honour is here!’ Cheryl called, cheerful. The tall boy turned, a face splitting grin brightening his face the moment his eyes fell on you. For a moment, you almost smiled back - you forced it back, turning to the redhead on your left. 'Cheryl, what is this?’

'Sit, sit!’ She insisted, pushing you toward the bleachers and giving you a shove so you hit the bench, hard. 'Ouch!’ She rolled her eyes, and stalked back towards her squad. You climbed a few benches further up, Moose settling next to you. 'Do you know what this is?’ You asked, nerves writhing like snakes in your belly. He simply smirked.

'Okay, ladies! Lets go!’

Music filled the airy room, a high-tempo, upbeat rhythm, and the cheerleaders began to dance. You stared, not sure about what was going on. You could feel Reggie’s dark brown eyes on you, never once moving anywhere else. You kept your own eyes on the girls. The music quietened down, and they began to chant.

All the blood in your face drained away, embarrassment overwhelming you. The urge to cringe was almost painful; when you risked a glance in Reggie’s direction, he was blushing, a bashful smile on his lips.

'1, 2, 3, 4, who does Reginald adore?

5, 6, 7, 8, (Y/N), don’t say it’s too late!’

The squad finished their routine, bowing, Cheryl clearly pleased by their - or her own - performance, if the smug smile and flip of her long red hair was anything to go by. The music stopped. Silence stretched out endlessly; you could have heard a pin drop. Betty and Veronica were watching you - well, they all were, Reggie looked nervous but hopeful, Cheryl and the squad expectant. But Betty and Veronica were watching you with concern in their eyes. After a long moment, you stood up, shakily. 'That was really, really great, girls. Well done,’ your voice was strangled, and the hopeful look dropped off Reggie’s face. You headed straight for the exit. Footsteps followed - three sets, one you recognised as Reggie’s, the other two lighter, Betty and Veronica.

'Just - give me a minute with her, please!’ Reggie pleaded with the girls - you heard them sigh, giving in.

You rounded a corner, into the empty hallway. Reggie caught up with you, skidding to a halt in front and grabbing you by the shoulders. 'Wait, (Y/N), just talk to me-’

He was slightly out of breath, his hair falling over his forehead endearingly - you snapped. ’Talk to you? What do you want me to say? What the - what the fuck was that?’ Reggie cringed at the curse as it slipped from your mouth - you only ever swore when you were pissed beyond belief.

'I’m trying to prove to you how much I love you!’

You rolled your eyes; 'That’s not-! Ugh!’ Frustration hit you like never before, how could he still be so blind?

'Tell me what I can do, and I’ll do it, baby, please,’ he begged, trying to drag you closer to him, but you resisted, standing your ground.

'I told you! I asked you, a million times, to stop being such an ass to Jughead and everyone else you think is 'lower’ than you!’ You yelled, really losing your temper now. Not caring if someone heard, you kept going. 'You said you would but you never did! Is it really so hard to treat people as human beings, Reg? That’s all I wanted! I can’t date a bully!’

The words were like a slap to the face for the football player, the last one in particular. But he knew he couldn’t deny it; he was a jerk toward certain people, at this point, it was just a habit. He knew you and Jughead were friends, and, okay, maybe he was a little jealous of your friendship so maybe he had pushed the school loner a little harder than usual.

As what you said really hit you, you looked away and suddenly found more tears burning behind your eyes. You were sick of crying, sick of pining after Reggie. He wanted to know how to get you back? Well, now he knew. The ball was in his court. 'Get your shit together, and then we can talk,’ you said finally, firmly. You walked away. Reggie let you, still feeling guilty as he thought back on all the times he knocked Jughead into a locker, called him something nasty, even punched the smaller boy. He stood, alone in the hallway, until the next bell sounded out, and students poured from the mouths of classroom like prisoners from a cell. He didn’t even realise until the sea of bodies began shoving past him, and then he snapped back to reality. Turning, he slammed straight into the one and only Jughead Jones.

Automatically, he opened his mouth to snap at him - then, he thought of you, and closed it again.

'Sorry, man, that was my bad,’ he said, quietly, seeing the look of absolute shock on Jug’s face. His eyes widened, and he asked if Reggie was feeling okay. The taller boy laughed. 'Honestly? No.’ He shook his head and looked down. Discomfited at the sadness in Reggie’s face, he struggled to think of something to say - not for his sake, though. For yours, for his best friend.

'Look, man, if this is about (Y/N)…’ something like pain flashed in deep brown eyes and Jughead wished he’d bitten his tongue off instead of speaking. He shook his head, mumbling an apology. Reggie called him back, voice brighter all of a sudden. 'I think I know how to fix things.’

Reggie was planning something big, Jughead could tell. He’d known him a long, long time, and the calculating look that had replaced the sadness on his face made him nervous.

'Oh, no,’ Jughead said emphatically, 'why do I have a feeling this fixer-upper involves me?’

Reggie smiled. Yeah, he knew what he had to do.

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[Part 2]

“And that,” You said, clicking a button on the small remote to switch the projector off. “Is all we have time for today, everyone. Any questions?”

A quick scan of the room proved that your students were not paying attention, they couldn’t care less, or that they perfectly understood the material. You never really could tell which. You slid your fingers through your hair, brushing it away from your face.

“Okay everyone, I’ll see you on Friday. Don’t forget, you only have one practice test left before the midterm review on Tuesday andddd…” You trailed off, watching as the majority of the students hugged their books to their chest, nodding an acknowledgment to you as the shuffled out the door. “And I can only do so much to help you all.” You muttered the last part to yourself.

Well, no one could say that you didn’t try.

You slumped down into the chair behind your desk, reaching out to grab a a small bundle of papers. Before you were able to begin reading the assignment, the clearing of a throat caught your attention. You glanced up, eyes settling on pastel, mint coloured hair and a sweet smile.

“Hey, Teach.”

“Hi, Yoongi. Thank you,” You took the assignment from his outstretched hand.

“No problem,” he hiked the strap of his bookbag higher onto his shoulder, “Sorry if the paper’s a little messed up, I kind of mistook it for something else.”

You raised an eyebrow at him, turning the small bundle of papers over in your hand. There were faint creases, as if he’d crumpled it up and then tried his best to flatten it out again. “I see,” you chuckled, teasingly running your hand over the paper in an attempt to flatten it even more, “Can I ask what you mistook it for?”

Yoongi turned bashful quickly, something you didn’t see too often. He was a confident guy. It was a quiet confidence, not a cocky kind of confidence.

“Um,” he fidgeted with the strap of his bag, “Just a side project I’m working on.”

You nodded your head, seeing quite clearly that you weren’t getting more out of him than that. There was a beat of silence, then another, and you looked from your paperwork, back up at Yoongi who was still standing on the other side of your desk. “Is everything okay?”

It was his turn to nod, his hair falling over his eyes as he did. You watched him push it back, just to have it fall over his eyes for the most part, once again. “I just,” He started, chewing on his lower lip, “I need some help.”

“With today’s assignment?”

“No. Well, yeah,” he pursed his lips for a second, “I just don’t really feel ready for the midterm.”

You propped your elbow onto the desk, resting your chin on the heel of your palm, “The midterm that you have in a little less than two weeks?”

Yoongi snapped his fingers, pointing at you with a wink, “Bingo.”

“What exactly are you having trouble understanding?” You asked, your tone slightly amused.

He tilted his head from side to side, contemplating. He reached into his backpack, fishing through it for a second before pulling out the textbook for your class. You watched with a smile as he flipped open the cover, pointing to the first page, “From around here,” With a flick of a finger, he revealed the last page, “To somewhere near here.”

You laughed, earning a crooked smile from Yoongi. “I’ll tell you what,” You offered, “Come by here tomorrow around 3:00, and we will get started on figuring out what to do to make sure the material gets through to you.”

Yoongi beamed, his eyes practically lighting up the classroom.“It’s a date.”

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anonymous asked:

Harry’s a jock, Y/N’s a cheerleader. They’d be a hot couple but they hate each other. But eventually they like each other

Masterlist and TFLNs

This was a little tricky as a TFLN, but I think I made it work, thanks for the request! (Niall is a jock in this too)

Harry You

Niall told me the funniest thing today 

And you think I care because?… 

Because it involves you

Great. What did he say?

He said that we would make a hot couple 

Ha! I always knew he had a comedic streak, that’s a good joke. What did you say? Or do I even want to know?

I said that I know opposites attract, but we would have to be the last two people on Earth before I even considered going out with you

I would agree with that, but I’m really not THAT big of a pain you know. You just get on my nerves so easily

I could say the same about you, ya know

Why are we still talking? I’m never going to go out with you so I don’t know why we’re still talking about this

Hint taken… moving on

What if you did go out with me? Like what if I “wined and dined” you proper? Then what?

Niall? It’s rude to take people’s phone without permission, give Harry his phone back

Ha. Ha. I’m serious, would you consider it? 

I don’t know? What you could possibly do to “wine and dine” me? You don’t strike me as the romantic type

You’d be surprised…

Are you gonna take me into a forest so you can feed me to the wolves? I pass

Oh get over yourself already. Just because we don’t get along at school doesn’t mean we can’t off campus

If you’d step down from your high horse and just let things happen naturally instead of always getting pissed off at me, you might actually have a good time

If I were to say yes to a date, what would we do?

You really wouldn’t let me surprise you?

If you really want to take me out, you’ll be smart and give a heads up as to what you’re planning

Okay, well, I’d come pick you up from your place. Or we could go after a game

You strike me as a “picnic by the lake” kind of girl, so I’d pack some sandwiches and snacks and a blanket or two. We’d go down to the lake on the other side of town, maybe take a walk along the water before we ate. After we ate we could watch the stars or go see a movie or whatever you have in mind

Harry Styles, you big softy. You’d really do that for me? I thought you hated me…

I don’t hate you. Do you annoy the shit out of me sometimes? Yeah, but I know how to annoy you back just as much if not more

So what do you say? Maybe Friday night after the game?

I feel like I’m being tricked. You’re the very last person I ever thought would ask me out

I know, I surprised myself. But who knows, it might be worth it. If you really hate the idea of it so much, just tell me now and we’ll forget it ever happened

It’s not that I hate the idea, I just never expected it in a million years

You’re not gonna throw me in the lake, are you?…

I can’t give away all of my surprises ;)

But no I’m not, promise

You really want to take me out?

I don’t know how much more I can say it, love. I’d really like to take you out and prove to you that I’m not as big of an asshole as I seem to be, especially to you

What do you say?

I guess I’d say you have a deal. The game gets done early this Friday, meet me in the hallway (😏) outside the gym doors around 8?

I’m supposed to ask you that, but sure, 8 it is

I promise you won’t regret it

Oh look at you making promises… Make sure you can keep them

Trust me, I intend to 

(Day after the date)

Despite all of your doubts, I hope you had as nice a time as I did last night. See? I’m not all bad

I’ll admit, I was skeptical at first. But thanks to you, I had a really good time. Thank you for taking me out

Pleasure was all mine, love. I’d like to do it again if you’re up to it

Sure :) but it’ll have to be during the weekend again if that’s okay

That works for me, we don’t have a game this weekend

Great! I would say that you could come over during the week sometime but I’m up to my ears in exams this week so the weekend works best

Do you need help studying? I had the same English class last semester, I might be of some use

There you go again being all soft haha. I guess if you want to come over on Wednesday night that’s fine. We can order carryout and you can help me try to not fail…

Give yourself some credit, you aren’t gonna fail. Especially because for every wrong answer, I won’t kiss you. So, you better know your stuff

Is that a threat? Maybe I’ll fail on purpose so I don’t have to kiss you, then what?

Nice try, but if last night is any consolation, you like my kisses so you’re not gonna miss out on making out. Can’t argue with facts, babe

Okay, you got me there… 

Wednesday at 7 okay?

Sounds good to me, see you then, love

It’s a date ;)


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BTS Having a Chubby Girlfriend (6/7)

I wrote this during my break at work, while I ate a pb&j sandwich.  Really sets the scene doesn’t it?  Again, thank you for loving these.  It makes my heart warm.  

Genre: Fluff and Smut

Rating: 18+ please and thank you! 

Jungkook Having a Chubby Girlfriend 

Originally posted by jimiyoong

-Alright friendos, it’s Jungshook time. 

-I mean Jungkook time. 

-that’s what I meant, sure.  We can just tell ourselves that.  

-Hereeeeee weee gooooooo

-Kookie has never had to prove himself to you

-Just as you’ve never had to prove yourself to him. 

-The first time you saw him, you said to yourself “that’s it.”  

-And it was.  

-You loved his sweet bunny smile

-The way he poked fun at the other memebers  members

 -Him making fun of Jimin’s laugh being your favorite. 

 -And His thighs 

-Holy moly guacamole

-Those weren’t too bad either. 

-You were the one who asked him out first 

-And he loved how you were straight forward.  

-How you ignored the looks other girls gave you, holding your head high, knowing you were the hottest thing in that room.  

-Kookie didn’t even look twice at the girls with a thigh gap or a flat tummy 

-All he saw were your curves for days, and your big eyes which never broke away from his.  

-You may have asked him out first but he kissed you first.  

-Not delicately, like a boy who didn’t know what he was doing 

-Not like the high school boy the whole world saw him as.  

-But like a man who was struggling to breathe. 

-A man who had seen the sun for the first time in a very long time. 

-A man who knew what he wanted. 

-And Jungkook wanted you. 

-He pulled your whole body to his, 

-Clasping you to him, his left hand on your lower back, the other palmed against your neck.

 -And kissed you so hard your teeth banged together.  

-But you didn’t care, 

-Because he just tasted so good.   

-You would go on late night dates to the swing set in the park down the street from your apartment with bags of take out 

-You’d be there for hours 

-Laughing and telling stories as you swung back and forth.  

-Occasionally bumping against each other affectionately 

-It was at one of these dates that Jungkook bet that he could pick you up, 

-And you bet that he couldn’t,

-Considering two of him could fit inside of your favorite sweater.  

-You of course lost this bet, easily, as Kookie picked you up Bridal style and carried you back to the car.  

-(Because Jungkook is a fuckin beast, y’all)

-Of course there were days where you nearly refused to look at yourself in the mirror, 

-To look at your wide hips and soft stomach.  

-Refused to eat lunch or dinner, claiming a stomach ache

-When the only ache really was how hungry you really were.  

-And on those days, it felt like Kookie was being punched in the chest repeatedly.  

-He wasn’t sure how you couldn’t see yourself the way that he saw you.  

-He didn’t understand how you didn’t see that your chubbiness was beautiful and wanted.  

-Kookie didn’t want you to change the way you looked to make others happy.  

-He only wanted you happy.  

-And so, on those days where you refused to eat, refused to be touched, refused to listen to others, 

-Kookie would call the boys and tell them he wasn’t feeling all that great.  

-He would skip practice and curl up in bed beside you.  

-He’d put on some stupid or sappy movie, so you could laugh or cry as you pleased. 

-He would watch you, and wait for you to be ready. 

-To be ready to talk to him, to open up, to let him in.  

-It meant everything and more to Kookie when you would tell him your insecurities.  

-And rather than try to fix them, Kookie would hold your hand and tell you he would never leave 

-Never laugh 

-Never hate.  

-Because he loved you.  

-He loved you so damn much that it hurt.

-Kookie most often spent the night at your place.  

-It was easier than sneaking around 6 other boys who were hovered over Jungkook like big brothers 

-(They basically are tho, let’s be real.  Kookie is their baby and if anybody hurt him ever, that person would never be seen again) 

-And the sex?

-The sex was fantastic. 

-Jungkook, again, does not need to prove himself to you.  

-He literally rolled his eyes when you asked if you were his first.

 -He rolled them so hard they seemed to get stuck in his head.  

-He got all cocky, and proved to you just how experienced he really was.  

-Jungkook rocked your world, to be cliche.  

-Those muscles means he has incredible stamina.  

-He likes it all ways, but his favorite is from behind.  

-Mostly because he can see your ass better that way 

-(He likes the view a little toooooo much) 

-But also because it makes him feel dominant

-Like he owns you.  

-He likes to tell you this, as he fucks you.

-He lifts you upper body so your torso is pressed against his, pulling out of you suddenly, 

-With his hand at your throat choking lightly, his other hand between your legs, pressing against your core.   

-As he squeezes he hisses “you are mine, love, all mine.  Every inch of you is mine”. 

-And you shudder at the thought, and gasp for air as lust courses through your veins. 

-And you come undone like this, after he’s bent  over again

-He bites your shoulder, leaving his hand between your legs to carry you through to his finish as well.  

-Afterwards, he plays with your hair.  

-Brushing his fingers softly over you face, 

-Tracing all of your features he loves and knows so well.  

-Jungkook knows you are his  

-And he is yours.

Cover Me

So. A while ago, @zimbitspornlookalike posted a thing about Jack and come-kink, and my brain said “that’s because he likes the proof that he’s a good boy”. I had planned on (still might write it depending on how this goes over?) writing a super smutty thing exploring this idea, but it got pushed down on the list and then I just kinda… stopped writing for a couple months, so. It didn’t get done. Then, at like 2am I woke up with the first 3 paragraphs of this in my head, and ofc my porn got angst and feelings all over it. So, here it is.

Enjoy! Tell a friend! Tell me you love me! (whoa, Rachael, dial it back a little… but really, you can totally tell me you love me the fic.)


Jack has never been so invested in making his partner come as he is with Bitty. He’s always tried to be a considerate lover, tried to be certain he wasn’t selfish, that sex was mutually enjoyable. It was all always a little bit about the anxiety of not being good enough, not being able to prove himself between the sheets just as surely as he did on the ice.

At least as much that as the drive to be a good partner and the affection for his bed-mate.

At 15, there wasn’t much finesse involved in jacking off with Kent or any uncertainty in the handful of clumsy handjobs they exchanged in a series of interchangeable hotel rooms while training and traveling and growing both closer together and farther apart. Teenage hormones ensured that orgasms were never too far off, and the swirling confusion made of mounting pressure, personal truths too big and scary to confront, and emotions too twisted up in secrets and consequences to be anything that lasts, kept words like love from making sense.

After the overdose, sometimes he couldn’t even be bothered to give himself an orgasm.

With the few girls he dated after –some for a chance at feeling “normal”, some to keep up appearances, and some out of genuine interest– sex wasn’t always on the table, wasn’t always a thing he wanted to be on the table.

With Camilla, sex was fun, easy. No pressure, no expectations. They were friends, and neither of them needed more from each other. Sex with Camilla was good; they didn’t sleep together often, but often enough that they knew how to touch and push and move in order to get each other off. There wasn’t exactly a sense of accomplishment, but it felt good anyway.

But it was nothing like with Bitty. With Bitty, Jack felt a deep, driving need to make him come. To watch the way Eric’s eyelids flutter, and how he bites his lip before he can’t keep his mouth shut on the panting moans that Jack is bringing out of him. Jack needs the sound of Eric’s pleasure filling up his senses the same way he needs to breathe.

Knowing that he’s the reason Bitty arches off the bed and clenches his fists in the sheets, in Jack’s hair, around his own arms, is a thrill that not even scoring a winning goal can match.

The babbling praise and the murmured endearments and the passion softened drawl of Jack’s name. The endless whimpered sweethearts and babys and pleases. The I love yous he knows await him when they’re wrapped around each other after. All of it pushes Jack to seek out more.

But it’s not a need to be better that drives him, that stirs up a frenzied desire deep in his belly. This time, it’s love. It’s the way his pleasure is fueled and fed by Bitty’s. It’s the singular joy that comes with knowing that he can coax Bitty ever higher, and Bitty will bring Jack right along with him, and won’t ever let him fall.

The hot clench of Bitty around him; the perfect roll of hips and expertly angled thrusts when Bitty moves inside him; the warm, wet suction of Bitty’s mouth and the weight and taste of Bitty on his tongue; hands and lips and words caressing, teasing, giving, taking. All of it is proof of so much more than competency, more than being an adequate partner. All of it is trust and love and promises that are more like certainties.

Still, the way he needs Bitty’s climax just as much –more than, maybe– as his own is a constant please please please in his pleasure-hazy awareness. Even though it’s made of love and forever, Jack needs to know he’s good; he needs to be good for Bitty. Just for Bitty.  

Most days, the shout of his name and the uncoordinated, perfect kisses that follow just before they become a tangle of sweat damp limbs and mumbled I love yous, is enough to appease the burning need for a sign of his goodness. Sometimes, he needs to hear it tumble out of Bitty’s mouth, unbidden, which Bitty’s learned to recognize, never making Jack ask even though sometimes he does, just because he knows he can ask and feel no shame in it.

Often though, often he needs Bitty’s spend on his skin. Hot, white splashes of you’re so good for me, baby. So good. Sticky, undeniable proof of you make me feel so good, Jack. Bitty’s come, rubbed into Jack’s skin, painting their bellies, or Jack’s hand, or his cheek, marking his tongue with its salt. Proof that Jack is Bitty’s, just as much as Bitty is his. That after everything, this thing, this thing where Jack and Bitty are JackandBitty, where they’re strong and together and building a life, where Jack can ask for what he needs and give the same to Bitty, this thing is real.