read-an-entire-book

I will never get over the les miserables fandom like… Jean Valjean is the main character and he has like…NOOOO content. At all. Instead everyone lost their minds over the fucking less amis de l'a/b/o or whatever even though each one of them has like literally a one or two sentence personality. It was literally like a once-ler esque treatment where they randomly zoomed in on the most fuckable twink, except theres like 10 of them. Ten fucking oncelers. I literally was never able to remember them or tell them apart despite reading the entire unabridged book several times. Jean Valjean was so good and these ungrateful fucks did THIS to him.

my problem with the ‘harry becomes lord of 2/¾/5 ancient noble houses’ trope is so unbelievably petty because its that fic writers don’t take it to the potential extreme. like, okay, you wanna make harry the bossest of bitches i get that, i understand, i have that urge too from time to time, but c’mon, be a little more creative about it please

so how about a fic where harry goes to gringotts after the fighting is all over to try to make peace with the goblin nation because this boy does not need more problems and after much hostility and some groveling and promises of future payments for damages caused a plucky goblin lass comes and shuffles harry into her tiny cube office to discuss the nature of his financial situation

(this is a grave insult among goblins. getting handled by a female, first of all, because they are supposedly less capable bankers, hello misogyny among other species, and because they consider anyone who needs help with his money to be lower than cave scum. harry doesn’t know about his. and if he did, he wouldn’t care because he does, desperately, need help)

and plucky goblin lass (who we will call PGL for short) brings out this MASSIVE tome of parchment and slams it down on her desk. a cloud of dust rises. harry sneezes and gets a terrible feeling. some of the parchment is mildewing. the stack is taller than his hand is wide. this can only end badly

PGL tells him that he’ll need to read the entire book to fully comprehend the new scope of his property and harry kind of weakly says “what??”

and it turns out that heyo, when the death eaters swore to follow voldemort with all their lives and souls and magic in their little racist hearts they actually swore a modified liege lord oath which also has the coincidental side effect of ceding all titles (and property connected to said titles) held to the lord in question too. haha how funny who knew

and that’s an ongoing thing. so voldemort was the de facto head of two dozen magical houses at the beginning of the war and he just picked up more as he gained more followers and he probably could have just voted himself and his crew into every position of the government and run the country like that if he cared to do it but voldemort was not about dat political life. he wanted change and he wanted it now. he wanted to MAKE AMERICA MAGICAL BRITAIN GREAT AGAIN. so he started a civil war and just never informed his loyal death eaters of that little fact because they didn’t need to know.

and you might think that gringotts vaults are tied into bloodlines but they’re really not. the malfoy family vault belongs to whoever is the current head of the malfoy family. normally, that’s a malfoy and his malfoy spawn becomes the next head and so it passes through the family, accumulating inherited wealth. it was a working system until voldemort got involved and exploited the ever-living hell out of it.

now this all becomes harry’s problem because it turns out that Right of Conquest is an actual thing. what was voldemort’s is now his and voldemort has has the time to accumulate A Metric Fuck Ton of stuff.

also connected to titles are votes in the wizengamot. and whoo boy, this is where harry’s problem becomes really really really problematic. because the noble families squabble over those votes like children, hoarding them and passing them down, occasionally trading them for advantageous marriages and such, but mostly jealously guarding them like the politcal gold they are. it’s such a bitterly tight-fisted market that any one family has ~maybe~ three or  four votes.

and now harry bloody potter has a hundred of the things and a completely unintentional stranglehold on the government. whoops

and then hermione would shotput harry straight into the wizengamot against his protests and things would become so hilarious i just

some jerkass attempts to increase his own salary for doing basically nothing

“how about no,” harry and his hundred votes say.

somebody attempts to tighten restrictions on where magical creatures like vampires and werewolves can work

“how about no.” harry crosses his arms. “actually, how about we repeal those bullshit laws already in place that make it almost impossible for werewolves to get a job right now, hmmmm? and how about we put something in place to catch abusive owners of house elves? and make sure they get paid? and vacation days? and healthcare? actually how about we get healthcare for EVERYBODY HOW ABOUT T H A T?”

ten generations of purebloods cry out in horror. look upon him ye mighty and despair.

the years after voldemort’s defeat don’t go down in history as The Golden Era. in fact, thanks to harry bloody potter (and some incessant nudging by hermione granger), they go down as The Decade of Frankly Astonishing Strides Toward Equality *cough* enforced by a semi-plutocracy.

(all thanks to a third tier plot never really explored by a would-be dictator YOU’RE ALL WELCOME)

Send me a number

10 HOWS:

• How often do you sleep in a day?

• How old will you be at your next birthday?

• How old do you want to be when you get married?

• How is the weather today?

• How often do you see your best friend?

• How did you do in high school?

• How did your night go last night?

• How are you feeling at this moment?

• How did you celebrate your last birthday?

• How did you get one of your scars?

9 WHATS:

• What is your first name?

• What did you do last weekend?

• What is the most important part of your life?

• What would you rather be doing?

• What did you last cry over?

• What always makes you feel better when you’re upset?

• What’s the most important thing you look for in a significant other?

• What are you worried about?

• What did you have for breakfast?

8 HAVE YOUS:

• Have you ever liked someone who had a boyfriend/girlfriend?

• Have you ever had your heart broken?

• Have you ever been out of the country?

• Have you ever done something outrageously dumb?

• Have you ever been back stabbed by a friend?

• Have you ever dated someone younger than you?

• Have you ever read an entire book in a day?

7 WHOS:

• Who was the last person you chatted with?

• Who was the last person you texted?

• Who was the last person you hung out with?

• Who was the last person to call you?

• Who did you last hug?

• Who is the last person who texted you?

• Who was the last person you said “I love you” to?

6 WHERES:

• Where does your best friend live?

• Where did you last go?

• Where did you last hang out?

• Where do/did you go to school?

• Where is your favorite place to be?

• Where did you sleep last night?

5 DOS/DOES:

• Do you like someone right now?

• Do you think anyone likes you?

• Do you ever wish you were someone else?

• Do you sing in the shower?

• Does the future scare you?

4 WHYS:

• Why are you best friends with your best friend(s)?

• Why did you join Tumblr?

• Why did your parents give you the name you have?

• Why are you answering this game?

3 IFS:

• If you could have one super power what would it be?

• If you could go back in time and change one thing, would you?

• If you were to choose, someone you love or someone who loves you?

2 WOULD-YOU-EVERS:

• Would you ever get back together with any of your ex’s if they asked you?

• Would you ever shave your head to save someone you love?

1 LAST QUESTION:

• Are you happy with your life right now?

50 Things To Do For a More Productive Summer

1. Find some work experience 
2. Head to the theatre and indulge in a good ol’ play or, even a musical
3. Plan a local trip or a day in the city and soak up all the culture
4. Volunteer your time once a week to a charity/ shelter
5. See if you can get work as a summer temp
6. Deepen your faith
7. Meet up with family and friends that you haven’t seen for ages, take loads of pictures and have an AWESOME time (how about camping in the New Forest? Or in your back garden? Barbecues or a simple trip to the ice rink)
8. Try curing one of your fears
9. Do a movie marathon
10. Develop or find a new hobby
11. Attempt to create a business with your own innovative idea
12. Do a charity challenge
13. Start taking driving lessons
14. Learn a language
15. Give your room a revamp — how about jars filled with multicoloured or fresh pinecones? A fresh coat of paint? A cluster of assorted candles?
16. Begin your #100daysofhappiness
17. Soak up the sun with a load of picnics, beach trips and outdoor games with your friends
18. Have a wardrobe clear out and donate all the clothes to a local charity shop
19. Pick an actor and watch all the films they’ve been in
20. Start a blog!
21. Get baking and come up with some new creations
22. Make a list of all your skills and everything they’ve taught you
23. Become a dog walker for a neighbour
24. Start saving for something worthwhile …
25. … or blow all your money on some concert tickets (you only live once)
26. Designate a whole day to go without a TV, laptop/ computer, internet, music, phone and any other electric devices
27. Begin writing a novel
28. Make proper lemonade and sip reading your favourite book under a tree
29. Go out for a day with nothing but the things that you can fit in your trouser or cardigan pockets or carry in your hands … OR … with as little as possible
30. Read an entire series of books or pick up some classics and get through them
31. Host a tea party with your friends
32. Make an exercise routine and stick to it (for a month, at least)
33. Watch an entire box set
34. Get rid of your anxiety by writing your worries down on a piece of paper, folding it into a bottle and sending it out to sea
35. Make a scrapbook of your favourite memories
36. Get hooked on a new genre of music or a new artist that hardly anyone has ever heard of
37. Head out to the selection of free festivals and carnivals available throughout the country
38. Make a birthday cake for one of your friends or a member of your family
39. Get active
40. Buy dinner for a homeless person
41. Get your body to your ideal size/ weight
42. Set yourself a budget and see how far you can get on public transport with it
43. Read a collection of children’s books
44. Go to a book signing, find someone famous or attend a celebrity event to get a glimpse of the stars
45. Plan and execute a 3 course meal for yourself or your family
46. Spend a day being a child again
47. Start a diary
48. Spend a day detoxing your body – drinking green tea, eat plenty of fruit and veg, guzzling water and meditating
49. Re-work the way you view yourself
50. Write your bucket list

Omgcp characters and favorite musicals
  • Jack: Les Mis (has probably also read the entire book at LEAST twice.... nerd)
  • Bitty: Waitress and Rent
  • Shitty: Little Shop of Horrors
  • Ransom: Wicked
  • Holster: All of them. Every single one.
  • Lardo: Fun Home
  • Nursey: He would say it's something like Avenue Q but it's definitely Annie
  • Chowder: Into the Woods
  • Dex: would punch a musical in the face if given the opportunity
  • Kent: Chicago
I decided to read War and Peace and it was the best decision I’ve ever made

So far my favorites are:

-Pierre has no idea how to behave in a social setting

Pierre spends the entirety of the first scene he’s in acknowledging every social courtesy in existence and tearing it to shreds because, to paraphrase, “Young people like it when adults hear about their opinions”

-Pierre’s political policies are half-baked idealisms at best and it’s incredible

Entirety of Russia: Napoleon is bad because he killed people

Pierre: Yeah but he did it diplomatically 

-Dolokhov is literally introduced in the midst of climbing onto a three-story-high windowsill and downing a bottle of rum for fifty imperial rubles (read: less than a dollar in U.S. currency) 

-And later we find out that Anatole and Dolokhov captured a live bear and tied a police officer to it


(More to come, probably)

Things about Beyond Birthday that we don’t talk much about but should

-He drives a stolen car.
-Invited Naomi to dinner (and was rejected) once.
-Went through a 13 year old girl’s panty drawer
-Crawled on all fours. On a crime scene floor. Where there was still blood. 
-Used make-up
-Crushed a 13 year old girl’s eyeballs
-“an aggressive top”
–Cleaned the entire scene but the blood
-Undressed and dressed Believe Bridesmaid
-Ate an entire jar of jam in less than 5 minutes.
-Wakes up at 6AM
-Really knows his roman numerals
-Took a severed arm with him
-“Read” and entire lengthy book in under ten minutes
-Had his jar of jam in his victim’s fridge
-Aggressively beat Backyard’s arm with a hammer
-Mathematical genius
-Convinced His victim’s relatives to allow him permission to investigate his own case
-Likes Akazukin Chacha
-Knows each of Akazukin Chacha’s volume’s page numbers
-Crawled from underneath a bed
-Literally stood outside the bathroom door and commented on why he didn’t hear the toilet flush, creep
-Was referred to as some kind of creepy pedophile
-Casually walked around with his own crossword puzzle
-Do you even know how much time and strength it takes to cut off a limb?
-And strangle a grown man?
-Claimed Quarter Queen ‘looked better’ after death. (Ref to the glasses)
-Laughs to himself
-Cracks his neck and walks with his neck craned awkwardly to the side
-High possibility that he might have killed in the past
-Isn’t maniacal whilst killing his victims, is actually only interested in experimenting

The back to school season has always been my (only) favorite part of school. 

However, since starting high school, not being given a list makes it slightly harder to prepare for the coming school year. That’s why I’ve devised a list of things to do in order to prepare for the school year!

o   L I S T S !

I know I know, starting off a list with lists? My favorite thing to do is make my supply and clothing list! I understand that not everyone buys clothes for the school year so go ahead and ignore this if you want but making a supply list is always helpful! I usually start by examining my classes and deciding how I want to stay organized in that class. For example, I might buy a binder for my bio class but a simple folder for my college 101 class or a grid notebook for my statistics course.

+ I usually like making a clothing list bc if I don’t I’ll go crazy (don’t take me shopping)

o   S L E E P

I won’t dwell on this one because, well I’m sure you’ve been told this many times and no one actually follows it anyways (I don’t even follow it soooo). But yea, try to sleep earlier if you want even if it’s just ten minutes difference (or just stay up watching Suspicious Partner and Bride of the Water God like me).

o   S C H E D U L E

If you’re in college this might be more applicable to you but I would basically just look at your school schedule and figure out what time you have to wake up early and around what times you can leave and go back to campus. If you’re in high school, middle school, or even elementary (but like if you are what are you doing on tumblr?) school then I  would say know where your classrooms are and how to get there from each class and whatnot.

o   C L U B S / A C T I V I T I E S / S P O R T S

Make sure you know what activities you want to sign up for and keep an eye out on what season during the school year they begin in. Also make time for it in your schedule and decide if it’s really necessary for you to take (if you really enjoy it and want to be in it). It’s not good to be involved in so many things either as it does take up your time!

o   S U M M E R  A S S I G N M E N T S

Make sure you have that summer reading and whatever other assignments done as well! Take this from someone who is a master in the art of procrastination: it’s not fun reading an ENTIRE book and write an essay in two days!


That’s pretty much it! I really love the back to school season and getting ready for school (of course a few weeks in I’m already dreading it tho). I hope this was of help to anyone reading it. I really want my study blog to be a helpful page for anyone who seeks it. If you have any requests or questions, please send them in! I’m happy to answer them :)

-studyessie

Things Harry Potter has taught me

-a girl can be SO MUCH BETTER than boys at anything she does
-how to be humble
-how to properly dance with a teacher
-how to lie and get away with it
-the importance of friendship
-how to believe, even when you have no idea what’s going on
-how to hold out until a better situation comes along
-that even the person in charge is wrong sometimes
-how to read an entire book series over and over and never get bored
-that anyone can do anything they put their mind to

What the signs are up to at 3 AM

Aries:  Grabbing a “midnight” snack which ends up turning into a “midnight” second dinner/pre-breakfast

Taurus: Asleep.  Honey I don’t got time for this bullshit for me beauty sleep is not a choice anymore

Gemini:  Scrolling through tumblr on their phone, followed by their phone falling on their face 

Cancer:  Making a cross with their fingers because they heard a suspicious sound outside of their door

Leo:  Texting and spamming their friends on their phone, frustrated by the fact that none of them are awake on this ungodly hour too

Virgo:  Reading through an entire book they can’t seem to let down 

Libra:  Texting silly, meaningless secrets on their phone

Scorpio:  Fighting neo-nazis in an empty walmart parking lot

Sagittarius:  “I know it’s probably nothing but … the Cold War ended the same year Taylor Swift was born.  Coincidence?  Perhaps not”

Capricorn:   Finishing their homework, tears of regret rolling down their eyes as they promise to never procrastinate again, but do so anyways 

Aquarius:  “What the hell do you mean  at 3 AM it’s as if you’re implying I sleep at all SLEEP. IS. FOR. THE. WEAK.”

Pisces:  Losing track of time as they binge watch their favorite shows

How to “kill” the “middle stage”

I asked @y3lir-europe if i can write a 2nd part to this post  and he accepted, so thank you again. He focused on the fact that you need to learn more vocabulary and also the importance of recognizing what weaknesses you have, so i won’t cover that in my post. However, i’ll add some strategies and i’ll also add some suggestions on how to choose the right kind of vocabulary.

For the 2nd point of his post:

Start figuring out what you know and don’t know and want to know. Similar to a pros and cons list you are acknowledging what you can already do in your language, what you don’t know, and what you want to know. That way you can smoothly go into learning.

A pros and cons list is an amazing idea and after you are done, you just have to think of ways how to solve that. 

Since many people don’t feel motivated to do so because they will get out of their comfort zone and they want more like a book or a person to tell them what to do and how, i’ll make a motivational part at the end of this post.

Number3: Vocabulary!!!! Seriously, even though you are past the beginning level the real reason you are stuck is because you need more to work with. Try learning more advanced vocabulary. Medical terms, organs/bones, space, etc.

He is right here. However, you already know around 2.000 words so you will be wondering how you decide what to learn. Easy, you are going to use your preferences. Let’s say you’re a Harry Potter fan, can you talk about wizards, unicorns, dragons, magic? Then next week you focus only on this kind of vocabulary. Let’s think of other situations, you like makeup/cars/books, can you talk about them? And not in general “i like red cars”, i mean, talking about parts of the cars/books, what you’re doing with that makeup like blending and so on. Think what you usually like talking about and then make a list with what kind of vocabulary you need, in this way, you learn words that interest you not only random advanced vocabulary.

Number 4: Be creative. Try to learn how to play with the words you know. Learn how to speak in sarcasm, or with idioms. Learn some metaphors and similes. Try to find fun ways to use your language.

He’s right again, this is the time when you can start learning idioms! If you write “idioms in language” you will probably get a long list with suggestions. Make a course on memrise or quizlet, learn what interests you out of all these idioms.

Here i’m done with quoting y3lir and start writing my ideas.

Goals

Do you have a goal in your target language? Goals as “i want to be fluent” won’t work. Why? They are vague, so little details, you need something specific like “i want to be C1 by the end of the year”. After you have a goal, set some tiny ones like “i want to read 1 comic in Spanish by the end of the week”, “i want to understand what this songs says in 2 days” or maybe “i want to have a conversation for 10 minutes with an advanced learner/native”. Don’t forget to celebrate these mini goals, they will give you some motivation.

Variety

You got used to a routine by now. You probably have your favourite method of studying like duolingo, memrise, classes etc. You’re in a comfort zone and that won’t help you at all. I love and envy those people who have Nth days on duolingo, they can do something which i don’t, maintain a routine. However, i respect those people who give no damn about having a certain number of days on duolingo and memrise. They can’t use only those methods, they prefer variety and that’s helpful because they don’t get in a comfy zone. Now, if you really like the green owl, don’t give up at it. Keep duolingo and memrise in your routine but add something that will spice up your schedule. Add some activities that you haven’t tried before or you haven’t focused on them much. Talk to someone in your target language for 5 minutes, read a comic/book/story, play word games, watch a movie, write a short story, look around and name what you see and so. Have at least 1 activity that will be changed daily and that focuses on your weak spots.

Competition

Have you ever been around someone who is better than you at something? In such moments i want to improve, to be just as good if not better. I know that they worked a lot to be so good at that something and i want to do the same. Try to study with someone who is better than you at a language, or just talk to someone who is. Not only that they might motivate you a lot, but they can also correct your mistakes and maybe suggest you some solutions, they have been there already.

Challenge yourself

You might understimate yourself. Set a goal or a challenge that you think it’s difficult to achieve and try to finish what you are going to start.You might think that reading an entire book is difficult, then choose a story/comic/fanfic/article and read that. Next time, you choose another story/comic/fanfic/article and so on until you gain enough confidence and you can start reading that scary book. 

Motivation

At the beginning of this post, i said something about a game. I can’t focus on tasks for a long time because i get easily bored and many people just hate to have a routine so i thought that a rewarding system will work. “You want something? You should study for it.” that’s what i had in mind when i came up with this game. 

Basically, whatever you want (book, chocolate, a trip to Sweden, shoes etc.) has a number of points. I thought that 50pts should be the smallest amount of points for something. And there’s no “the highest amount of pts” thing. 

Let’s say you want a book, that’s 250pts. (you set the points, but try not to be too harsh with yourself, you want to get motivated, not to study until you die). In order to get that book you decide to learn 10 new words (10*10=100 pts), to read 2 pages from a book and to write down the unknown words (25*2= 50pts), to watch a movie in your target language (50pts) and to learn 5 idioms (5*25=125) and you got 325 pts, you get your book and next time when you want something you already have 75pts. 

I can’t believe that I read this man’s entire book in school without realizing how damn sexy he was as a young'n.

Antoine St. Exupery was intelligent, brave, dreamy, good-looking, courageous and very anti-fascist. Plus, he spoke French. The language of love. Enough said.

He died fighting Nazis, which is, you know, a good way to go out if you had to choose one.

Hogwarts! Wonwoo

requested by anon: “Hii ♡ I loved Joshua’s hogwarts au and I was wondering if you could pretty please do wonwoo’s too? 🙏🏻”

  • not a lot of people really know his name
  • he’s just known around as the handsome ravenclaw bookworm
  • pureblood and heir to his family
  • but really chill about it 
  • people will seeing him sitting alone at the library and they’re like 
  • “who’s that”
  • “i dont know but i’ve seem him hanging around with junhui”
  • “well he’s cute”
  • wears these circle farmed glasses and people aren’t really sure if they’re real or not
  • at lunch, you’ll see him with his head in a book and pretending to listen to seokmin or someone
  • and slowly spooning food into his mouth without looking away from his book
  • and occasionally he’ll engage in conversation and joke around with seokmin or ask chan about his day
  • not really an athletic guy, just stands in the crowd cheering them on when something exciting happens
  • helps with the Quidditch strategies sometimes though
  • the only times he’ll ever get points docked is if he stayed past curfew in the library
  • people tell he all the time he’ll be chosen as perfect next year and he’s like no
  • “i dont want to guard the hall, i’d rather be reading”
  • best subjects are herbology and charms 
  • and has the best herbology grades in his year
  • in class he’ll be really quiet and looks like he’s just spacing out
  • but really, he really is paying attention or already knows the lesson
  • cause he’s the type to read the entire book within the first month, unless it’s boring as hell
  • does his friend’s homework like once in a blue moon
  • and that’s after being bribed and convinced 
  • after coming back for forth year, all the girls pretty much noticed how puberty did him justice
  • half the school was pinning for a date
  • though this only lasted about a month after wonwoo gave them odd looks and turned them down
  • in reality he just didn’t know what to say because it was pretty obvious those girls only wanted him as an object or title 
  • and he happened to have a crush already
  • you were a fourth year, same as wonwoo
  • and had transfiguration and herbology with him as a slytherin
  • you didn’t really know who wonwoo was but as jihoon’s friend and class partner 
  • you knew they were friends from interactions 
  • but you and wonwoo just said hi occasionally and acknowledged each other in the hall ways
  • this changed when you and jihoon were failing miserably at collecting some liquid substance from a plant
  • “no stop stop that’s not it!” you whisper yell to jihoon 
  • “well then you do it then” he retorts, equally as stressed out as you
  • “i never said i could” 
  • “hmp, i’ll get wonwoo over here” he turns his head and subtlety motions to wonwoo to come over 
  • wonwoo just laughs quietly at you and jihoon’s work and patiently shows you how to do it
  • “ahh i see thanks a bunch wonwoo” 
  • “you welcome oh-” he gets dragged off to the side by jihoon
  • but that this point you were too focused on not failing the class and didn’t notice anything wrong
  • “i saw you over there” jihoon states 
  • “what? i didn’t do a thing!” wonwoo denies a little too quickly
  • “mhmm you looked back at y/n like 10 times while you were showing us. you even crinkled your nose at her” he says with raises eyebrows, daring him to deny again
  • “fine okay so what?” wonwoo replies, slightly embarrassed 
  • so ask her out.”
  • “i don’t even know if she likes me, do you?” 
  • “well-” 
  • he stops short from the sound of your voice
  • “jihoon get over here im not doing all of this by myself”
  • jihoon simply shrugs his shoulder at wonwoo and leaves
  • shaking his head and adjusting his glasses, he goes back to reading his book
  • he finished his assignment within the first 5 minutes of class after all
  • after class you nod your head goodbye to jihoon and start walking with your friend
  • “i saw you there with wonwoo~” she sings happily
  • “what kinda of nonsense are you saying so loud” you roll you eyes
  • she quiets down, unaffected by you, “meaning i saw you and wonwoo! you two were totally flirting with each other” 
  • “i thought ravenclaws were supposed to be smart” 
  • but you couldn’t hind the redness on your cheeks at her remark
  • “mhmm. anyways let’s go to lunch and eat! do you know you need 46g of protein per day” 
  • “yes yes i know this is the 2nd time you’ve told me this month” 
  • “well i wouldnt have to if you eat properly. come sit with me! im gonna make sure you eat!” 
  • shaking your head fondly, you agree
  • eating at other house’s tables is technically not allowed but everyone does it anyways so it doesn’t matter
  • you find your self greeting wonwoo who your friend sits across from
  • purposely of course
  • “oh hey y/n” 
  • “hey wonwoo” you smile 
  • and ignore your friends foot nudging yours
  • “so what are you sitting here for?” he asks, the cute smile still on his face
  • your friend buts in, “im making sure she eats properally cause-” 
  • she whips her head and glares painfully at you who stepped on her foot sharply
  • you smile innocently
  • wonwoo seems kind of surprises at her abrupt stop but nods
  • “well i’ll leave you then, make sure you eat well” 
  • your heart warms involuntarily
  • the corners of your mouth twitches upwards, “i will, make sure you eat well too”
  • exchanging smiles, you both leave each other be 
  • your friend squeals quietly and whispers
  • “you where practically beaming” she teases 
  • “hmm” you sound simply and take a spoonful of your food
  • as the you both get done eating, you stand up, bidding goodbye to your friend who stays and chats 
  • as you leave the dining hall you almost run into wonwoo with his read ducked inside a book walking slowly
  • “oh!“ you yelp staring up at him with wide eyes 
  • "ah I’m sorry” he apologizes and closes the book, holding it at his side  
  • you become curious at the different cover from magical books 
  • “what are you reading?” your heart is slowly speeding up at your initiative to further the conversation 
  • “ah it’s a muggle book, I don’t want to bore you" 
  • you notice the way he rubs the back of his neck nervously 
  • so freakin cute 
  • you slightly smirk, "try me, my best friend is a muggleborn ravenclaw, i’ve had my fair share" 
  • laughing, he hands you the book, "it’s called ‘Macbeth.’ it’s a muggle classic apparently" 
  • you nod and answer how you’ve actually read the classic 'romeo and juliet' 
  • which leads the both of you into deep 
  • conversation about books and such 
  • the two of you just end up casually taking a walk around the castle 
  • "i hope it’s not rude to ask but, are you halfblood or?” you ask cautiously 
  • honestly you just wanted to know more about him 
  • “actually I’m a pureblood” he replies almost sheepishly 
  • your eyes noticeably show surprise, “it’s cool you’re interested in muggle stuff. i’m a halfblood myself" 
  • this must mean he’s not one of those super traditional purebloods right?
  • so.. that means he'll 
  • 'stop don’t think about that’ you scream in your head 
  • only so much time can be spent walking so the two of you slow down 
  • but don’t leave, wanting to stay in each other’s presence
  • you can feel his gaze fall on you, so you tilt your head up to look at him 
  • "so do you want to go to the library? we can show each other the books we were talking about" 
  • you look closely at his eyes, searching for something 
  • a sign of some sort you guess 
  • and you catch that glimmer of hope and nervousness written all over his face 
  • different from his usual 
  • gaining a tiny bit of confidence, "will this count as a date?" 
  • you voice becomes smaller at the end, showing your obvious emotions 
  • he twists his head to you in surprise 
  • the two of you stare at each other before forming smiles 
  • you distinctly notice the way his eyes change 
  • and he notices the way your dimples form 
  • "yes it will" 
  • now, you guys walk happily to the library 
  • and somewhere along the way your hands brush against each others
  • it’s debatable who initiated it, but your hands intertwined 
  • at the shelves, you decide to search for your recommendation first 
  • "i swear it was somewhere in this aisle” you turn your head around to look 
  • or maybe you were distracted by your hands still joined 
  • “what’s the author’s name?" 
  • you tell him and continue to search for the book 
  • seconds later, you feel your hand being slightly tugged up 
  • watching, as Wonwoo reaches up and picks out a book 
  • "this?" 
  • you smile and nod, kind of embarrassed for no reason 
  • which he thinks is adorable 
  • so after the two of you found your books, you guys settle at Wonwoo’s spot 
  • near the front of the library but hidden behind the shelves 
  • so when Junhui comes by to come bother Wonwoo like he normally does 
  • he sees you with your head rested on your book comfortably, eyes closed
  • and Wonwoo flipping through his book with one hand and the other under the table 
  • which Junhui could clearly see grabbing your hand 
  • and his first reaction is to scream and expose Wonwoo 
  • but he doesn’t
  • and instead gathers all the other boys to ogle also 
  • so Woozi is left with the honors of alerting the two of you of their giggly presence 
  • how could the two of you not hear them though, even if it’s a library, it’s 12 boys 
  • you open one eye confusedly from your quiet resting at the sound of taps hitting the table 
  • you fulling raising your body upright when you see Woozi s face instead of Wonwoo's 
  • and Wonwoo’s face turned away annoyed at the body language commotion from his friends 
  • "you two are disgusting” Woozi sneers hiding a smile 
  • you shrug and blow the hair out your face 
  • “ha just wait till you get a girlfriend, i’ll be ready to bother you" 
  • not even five minutes later, the 12 boys get kicked out because of noise pollution 
  • you and Wonwoo are alone again and face each other 
  • a half smile and half smirk forms on his face, "so are you my girlfriend then?" 
  • you want to say a just-as-smart remark but your heart doesn’t let you 
  • and neither does your face as it turns a shade of red 
  • "I-" 
  • "Will you be my girlfriend?” he asks, cutting you off 
  • you squeeze his hand slightly and grin 
  • “only if you’ll be my boyfriend" 
  • thus the bookworm couple was born 
  • and though you didn’t read nearly as much as him 
  • that table belonged to you guys
  • if anyone walked past it 
  • a common slight was Wonwoo deep into a book and you working on school work 
  • or you resting your eyes as Wonwoo does his work 
  • and if anyone comes by late enough 
  • one will most likely be asleep with the other grasping their hand warmly

Originally posted by gyushua

MASTERLIST

~ admin seri

It’s July 16th 2017

Here’s a good Dan song to listen to today: Black & White by Skhyhill

Here’s a good Grumps episode to watch today:
Game of Thrones and Mario Kart with Special Guest Jacob Anderson

Here’s a cool Dan fact for you today:
Game of Thrones is one of Dan’s favorite shows. He has also read the entire book series of A Song of Ice and Fire. 

Here’s a good picture of Dan to look at today:

Assassin!Harry (Part 3)

Harry is a trained, experienced assassin hired to kill Y/N but ends up, to his horror, falling in love with her. 

You can read part one here. 

You can read part two here. 

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Four months. Harry had managed to keep Y/N in his life for four months. He was a different person; at least, he had Y/N thinking he was. His thoughts still drifted to the macabre, longing for the rush of another kill whenever he wasn’t with her. But she gave him a different, better kind of rush, and he loved it. Harry loved her. However, he didn’t like to admit this to himself. Harry didn’t love anything before Y/N, and part of him wished he still didn’t. The only things he used to crave were murder, violence, careful planning and stalking…but now he craved her. He liked–loved–having her around, he was emotionally attached to something for the first time in his life. But there was just one problem: How long could he keep his real life a secret from her?

He’d received two more payments for assassinations since meeting her. On top of Y/N’s, that left a total of three incomplete missions that Harry desperately wanted to fulfill but knew, deep down, that he never could. He could never pursue another kill again, for Y/N’s sake and for the sake of their relationship. It wouldn’t be long before one of his clients caught up with him, and he knew that. But unfortunately for Harry, he had less time than he thought.

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Harry had just finished running his fingers through his messy curls to style them when he heard the lock on his door start to rattle. He’d given Y/N a key last week, and he smiled to himself as he heard her let herself into his apartment. He liked the feeling of having someone in his life to share his home with. Life was easy with Y/N; he didn’t have to try to put on an act to get her. She loved him for who he was.

Or, who she thought he was.

“Hi darling,” Harry said, moving over to Y/N as she closed the door behind her. She wrapped her arms around his neck, leaning in to kiss him. He smiled at her as their lids fluttered open, her gorgeous eyes meeting his twinkling green ones. “How was the daycare?”

“Same as always,” she said, fixing his collar so that it laid flat. “I’ve been helping Mia with her reading, the little four year old I was telling you about? She’s absolutely brilliant, her mom told me today that she read an entire Dr. Seuss book by herself. She’s only four years old and she read a whole book!” Harry’s eyes were intently fixated on Y/N. He smiled to himself as he observed the way the corners of her eyes crinkled when she smiled, the way her entire body seemed to light up when she talked. He had never felt so lucky in his entire life.

“How did life as a secret agent treat you today?” Y/N asked, teasing him, with extra emphasis on ‘secret agent.’

Harry smiled. He felt guilty that Y/N still believed he worked for the government, but he didn’t let the guilt show. He never did. “Can’t tell ya. Hence the secret part. But ’m glad you’re doing so well with Mia. I ordered pizza for dinner, hope that’s alright?”

“Perfect!” Y/N exclaimed, moving over to the sofa by the window. She plopped down, kicking off her shoes as Harry turned to follow her. Just as Harry went to sit down, there was a loud knock on the door.

“Must be the pizza,” Harry said, shuffling towards the apartment’s entrance. “I’ve got it.”

Y/N stayed put on the couch, fiddling with her fingernails, until a chillingly familiar voice sounded throughout the apartment. A voice that had haunted her for years, and had just started to lose its control over her mind. She froze, in shock, before turning to face the doorway, coming face to face with the worst, scariest human being she had ever met: her ex-boyfriend, Jack.

“I want my fucking money, bro,” he yelled, his cold eyes just as angry as she remembered. Y/N ducked next to the couch, immediately trying to hide herself from view. Her head was spinning, throbbing almost. What the fuck was Jack doing at Harry’s apartment?

Harry went into immediate assassin mode. Calm, cool, collected. Voice deep, words slow. Establish the upper hand before this man tried to pull something. “I’m sorry, who are you?”

“Don’t play stupid you asshole. The 50 grand I slid through your window four months ago? I want that shit back. I want it back and I’m going to take care of her myself, since you’re clearly incompetent.”

Harry let out a low, emotionless laugh, though he was a bit frightened. He was so careful to make sure that nobody who had hired him ever got to see his face, but now someone knew what he looked like. He was screwed. “These things take time. If you want your money back, I can get it for you right now, but then the mission goes unfinished. So, what do you–”

“I have a gun,” Jack threatened, shakily. “And I swear to God, I will blow your fucking brains out and hers too as soon as I find her.”

“And risk being caught?” Harry questioned, remaining completely calm, although below the surface he was frantic. Y/N was literally in his apartment. There was no way out of this one. He needed to get this guy away from him, away from Y/N, and then make a run for it.

“You know what? Fuck this. I’m going to the police.” Jack spun on his heel, but what Harry said next caused him to stop dead in his tracks.

“If you go to the police, what are you going to tell them? Huh? That you shelled out $50,000 to have someone murdered in cold blood in your name, and now the hit man you hired has taken too long to fulfill his duty? You’re going to tell them you got ripped off by an assassin?” Jack was silent. “You’re just as guilty.”

An assassin? Y/N’s head was spinning. She was desperately trying to make sense of the exchange going on between her ex-boyfriend and her current boyfriend, but she was making herself dizzy trying to put the pieces together. She felt her eyes well up with tears. If Jack really did have a gun, he would not hesitate to use it on her the second he found out she was there. He was crazy, a loose cannon. She needed to stay hidden.

Jack huffed, running a furious fist through his tangled blonde hair. “Fuck. You.”

“Trust me,” Harry began, levelheaded as ever. “This operation has been made a priority. Murdering someone isn’t an overnight task.”

“Yeah, except you’ve had four months. I’m over this. I’m going to get my guys, and I swear, even if it’s the last thing I do, I will fucking end you. And then I’ll end her myself. The only reason I hired you is because I didn’t want to have any blood on my hands but I don’t give a shit anymore. I may not know anything about you, even your name. But I do know that you are over.” And with that, Jack had taken off running down the hallway, and Harry had slammed the door behind him, his face as red as a fire truck. This was about to come crashing down on him. All of his careful, tedious work and planning…it was all about to be over. He was done for.

He raced down the hall, towards his bedroom. Y/N chased him, confused and angry and shocked and sad all at once. “Harry, what’s going on?” Nothing. He started rooting through his dresser drawers, tossing out fistfuls of clothing and leaving it strewn across the floor. “Do you know him? Do you know Jack?” Still, silence. “Harry, what the fuck is going on? Why does he want you to end me? What does he mean when he says he hired you?” She was yelling now, and the tears were flowing freely. “You’re scaring me. Answer me!”

Harry pulled out a large, bulging yellow envelope out of his dresser drawer, tossing it on the bed. “I have to go.”

“What?” She shook her head, more clueless than she had ever felt in her life.

“Y/N, you love me right?”

“Harry, what are you-”

“You’d love me whether I was sick or whether I was poor or whether I had a different job?”

“Of course, I-” Harry dumped the folder’s contents out on the bed, revealing stack after stack of crisp $100 bills. “Harry, where did you get all that money?”

Harry was frantic, panicking, rushing around like crazy. “We all have our secrets right? What I really do for a job, that’s my secret.”

“What are you talking about? Why are you saying all of this? I-”

“I don’t want to lie to you anymore, Y/N! I can’t. I’m not a-a-a secret agent.” He was at a complete loss for words, struggling to find what to say. “I don’t work for the government, I’m not licensed to have any of those guns you found in that closet all those months ago. And I don’t use those weapons for self-defense like I said. I use them to kill people.”

“Harry, please-” He was running around his bedroom like crazy, shoving things into a duffel bag without hardly looking to see what they were.

“Here’s what’s going to happen. In two days, you’re going to meet me at the International Airport.” He swiped a stack of money off of the bed, handing it to Y/N. “Pack a suitcase with clothes, shoes, anything else you might need. You’re going to take a taxi there, give the driver this money. I know it’s far, so you have to tell him to drive all through the night, and you’re not going to tell anyone, okay?”

She stared at the money in her hands, tears blurring her vision. “Harry, I can’t do this, I’m too afraid, I have no idea what’s going on, I-”

“Act like you’re brave, and you will be. I promise. That man…Jack…he’s going to be back soon. And with a lot of really dangerous people. You have to get out of here before he finds you. I love you, Y/N.”

“Harry, I don’t think I can do this alone.”

“Yes, you can. I know you can.” He grabbed his duffel bag, zipping it feverishly, then bounded towards the front door. “You have to.” He kissed her quickly, before swiping his car keys off the hook and racing out the door.

And just like that…he was gone.

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Every part of her body told her to turn around. As she walked into the airport, her limbs were screaming at her to stop, to chase down the taxi driver that had just dropped her off, and to drive back to her dorm room, away from Harry and every problem that he had caused for her. But, despite all of that, she was worried sick about him. She would follow him to the ends of the earth to make sure he was okay. And that’s why she kept walking. Through the revolving doors, up the stairs, until she reached the security line right outside the gate Harry told her to wait in front of.

From just the exchange she had heard between Jack and Harry, Y/N had pieced a few things together, though they didn’t make much sense to her. Jack had given Harry a lot of money for something involving a ‘her’ that Y/N had assumed she was. Harry had a lot of guns, but he didn’t use them for a government job like he had told her. Jack had referred to Harry as an assassin, but Y/N didn’t know what that meant, entirely. If Harry was accepting money to murder people, like Jack had said, how many people had he killed? And where did she come in? Was it a coincidence that Jack and Harry knew each other? She felt her heart rate flare up and her head grow hot with anger. She felt like she didn’t know the man she loved, and she needed answers.

Just then, Harry came bounding into view, dressed in all black, duffel bag in tow. He leaned in to kiss her, then pulled her into a tight hug, breathing in her perfume, the smell of her hair, everything. Y/N didn’t hug back. She didn’t do anything.

“We don’t have much time.”

“You need to tell me what’s going on.”

Harry rooted through his backpack and pulled out two plane tickets, handing one of them to her. “I bought these an hour after I ran out of my apartment. Our flight leaves in 40 minutes. Grab your things, and-”

She was madder than she had ever been. “Harry, if you don’t stop for two seconds to tell me what the hell is going on, I am going to walk right out of this building and I swear to God I will never talk to you again.”

This was enough to make him stop. He ran his left hand through his hair, bringing it down to rub his face in exasperation. “Fine,” he sighed, speaking gently but hurriedly. “What do you want to know?”

“What are you?”

“I-”

“What. Are. You. You don’t work for the government like you told me. I already have an idea in my head of how you make your living and if you tell me you’re anything different from what I think you are I’m going to need some serious convincing.”

He sighed. He looked at her face, so pained and…disappointed. He hated himself for doing this to her. “Okay, okay,” he whispered, looking over his shoulder to make sure nobody was within hearing range. “People call it different things, but I guess you might call me a hit man. People pay me to kill other people off.”

Y/N felt sick. She honestly thought she might throw up. Her heart surged with anger, and it took everything in her not to spit in his face. Her furious eyes searched his, praying that this was all a joke or a dream or anything other than the reality she had found herself swept away in. “I have no idea who you are. I cannot believe I wasted four months of my life on a figment of my imagination. You are not even close to the person you made me think you were.” She reached to pick up her suitcase, but Harry grabbed her arm, fast as lightning.

“I wanted to tell you,” he continued. Y/N tore her arm from Harry’s grip, but she didn’t try to run away again. She decided she was going to get her answers. “I was just scared you’d hate me. That you’d react…well, exactly like this.” He reached a hand up to the back of his neck, the smooth eloquence with which he usually spoke completely gone in Y/N’s presence.

Y/N was crying now. “Well how the fuck else was I supposed to react? What did you expect?” she shouted. “Bonnie and Clyde?”

“Keep your voice down!” Harry hissed. “You’re going to get us both killed.”

“Oh, well maybe I should keep screaming then,” Y/N said, knowing she was on the brink of a complete meltdown. “Sounds like me being killed would be doing you a huge favor!”

Harry froze. “Y/N, you don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Please, Harry. I’m not stupid. My psychotic ex-boyfriend comes barging into your apartment demanding the money he paid to you, a hit man, saying ‘I’m going to end her myself?’ He was talking about me. He hired you to kill me.” Harry was silent. “Just admit it, Harry. Don’t be a coward for once in your life and just say it.”

Harry’s face went slack. His entire body went slack. He felt like he was going to faint. “I…Okay. It’s true.” Y/N whimpered like a sick puppy, and this sound indicative of her heart breaking shook Harry to his core. “But! Y/N, please, let me explain.” She swatted tears away from her face, not saying anything. Harry took this as his cue to go on. He realized that he was running out of time, but he didn’t care. He loved her, and she deserved to know the truth. “The night we met, I had every intention of killing you. But it took about two minutes with you before I realized that I could never, ever bring myself to do it. I knew within two minutes of knowing you that I was going to love you. And I was right, Y/N, because I do love you.”

A quiet sob left Y/N’s lips. She was doing her best not to attract a crowd, but she had never felt so violated in her life. Their entire relationship had been built on a lie. She had fallen in love with a complete and utter stranger. “Don’t tell me you love me when you don’t love anything on this fucking planet.”

“Y/N, that isn’t true! The night we met, I sure as hell wasn’t planning on falling in love. Until I met you, I was a sociopath.”

“You still fucking are,” Y/N sneered, reaching down to pick up her suitcase once more. “God, I cannot believe I actually agreed to meet you here! And I even packed a bag and everything! What is wrong with me? I-”

“Y/N, stop. I promise you that I will give you every single answer you want but only after we’re out of the country. Please. Just pick up your suitcase, and take your ticket, and come with me. I need you.” And he meant it. Jack had for sure found out Harry’s name by now. There was no point to running from the authorities that were surely after him right at that moment if he wasn’t going to be running with Y/N by his side.

“I can’t leave with you! I have a life here, an honest, real, life. How dare you even ask me that!”

Harry was panicking. He needed to be in the security line. “Y/N, please.”

“No.” She wiped a tear from her face, still sick to her stomach. “But you need to go. Jack is psychotic and he has ways of getting what he wants. There are people after you right now, I’m sure of it.”

“Y/N-”

“Go.”

He looked at her, over at the security line, and then back to her. He heaved a heavy sigh, then leaned in to kiss her, more passionately than he ever had in his entire life. Y/N knew she shouldn’t, but she kissed him back. She was the first to pull away, putting her hands on either side of his face. She repeated again, “Go.”

And so he did. He swung his duffel bag over his shoulder and walked through the security line. Y/N watched him the whole time, tears spilling out of her eyes. She watched as he got to the security officer checking his boarding pass, but even though she couldn’t hear their exchange, something about the way the two were interacting gave her a bad feeling in the pit of her stomach. Suddenly, two security officers rushed him from the back, each seizing an arm on either side of his body. Without thinking, Y/N bolted forward, running as fast as she could towards Harry.

“Harry!” she cried out, her eyesight completely obstructed with tears.

“No!” Harry shouted as a third security officer grabbed ahold of Y/N’s arms, pinning them behind her back.

“Do you know this man?” the officer demanded. “His name was put on the no-fly list yesterday.”

“I-” Y/N looked over at Harry, who was vehemently shaking his head to say no, no, no, please do not tell that man you know who I am. It was already bad  enough that Harry was going to be carried away for the rest of his life. He would never forgive himself if Y/N got caught up in it too. “No,” Y/N finally said, and the man loosened his grip on her arms. “Never met him.”

“Get out of here, miss,” the guard said. It seemed like everyone in the entire terminal was staring at Y/N and Harry. Y/N took one last look at Harry as he mouthed I love you to her, his face the most clear picture of distress and pain Y/N had ever seen. She turned around, dragged herself over to where her suitcase was, and picked it up in time to see four armed, uniformed police officers round the corner. It took every ounce of her being not to run over and plead with them to be gentle with him, but she knew she had to keep moving. She ducked her head and walked, as fast as she could, away from the terminal to the airport’s exit.

The image of Harry mouthing I love you played on a ceaseless repeat in Y/N’s head. As she walked out of the airport, tears streaming down her cheeks, she swore she could physically feel her heart crush. Because she knew–no, she was sure–that she still loved him. She probably always would.


A/N: Hi friends!! I think this is gonna conclude this mini-series. I absolutely loved writing it and all of your sweet messages asking me to continue of course made me so happy! I wanted to leave it up to your interpretation to decide what happens to Harry at the end. If you liked part 3 or any other part of the series or if you have any feedback whatsoever, feel free to drop a message in my ask letting me know!!<3

Read to me

(A/N): I was just feeling a bit salty when I wrote this so I needed to get my frustrations out so :)

Summary: Bucky loves it when (Y/N) reads to him

Warnings: none?

Tags: @mcuimxgine, @ifoundlove-x0vanessa0x, @saradi1018, @holland-toms, @superwholockian309, @fly-f0rever, @capbuckthor


Originally posted by vapidkoala

    (All excerpts are from Ray Bradbury’s The illustrated man. Any words from his story are italicized.)

    (Y/N) lay curled up on their bed, their eyes scanning over the words in front of them as they drank in every word, an almost high coming over them as they did. The story painted such a vivid picture for them that it was hard not to read the entire book in one sitting, something they had done quite frequently but they had promised themself that they’d savor this book, take in every word and sentence until their head ached but nearly 120 pages in and that promise was flying out the window. (Y/N) was so in depth in the book that they could barely here the door creak open when it did, the soft sound of feet on their shabby carpet. In fact it wasn’t until a certain supersoldier laid beside the reading body that (Y/N) snapped out of their book trance, gasping softly. 

   “Bucky!” (Y/N) exclaimed, “You scared me!” Bucky gave them a sleepy little smile as he closed his eyes, humming to himself. 

   “Sorry doll,” He whispered, nuzzling his face against the pillow beside them. “What’re you still doing up? I thought you’d gone to bed ages ago,” (Y/N) smiles at their lover sweetly as they reach out, gently brushing some of his hair away from his eyes. 

   “I’m actually reading,” 

   “Hm…What book?” 

   “It’s called the illustrated man, it’s really good,” 

   “Really?” Bucky cracks an eye open to look at (Y/N), his eyes glazed over with exhaustion. (Y/N) nods, cracking a smile as they glanced at the words a few paragraphs ahead. 

   “It’s really good,” 

   “What’s it about?” Bucky asks as he shifts a little closer to (Y/N), draping an arm over their leg as he pressed a gentle kiss to their hip. 

   “It’s about a illustrated man, he’s covered in tattoos but every night the tattoos will shift and change. These tattoos essentially predict the future-” 

   “Will you-” Bucky yawns a bit, licking his lips afterwards. “Will you read some to me?” (Y/N) smiles as they nod, one hand reaching down to play with Bucky’s hair while the other kept the book upright. 

   “They moved away. Suddenly the floor plates were laced with bone and white skulls that screamed,” Bucky curls against (Y/N) more, resting their head on their warm thigh as they recite the words to him. 

   “The captain did not dare look down, and over the screaming he said ‘Is this where Perse is?’ turning in at a hatch.” Bucky shifts once again, wrapping more of himself around (Y/N). (Y/N) halts in their reading, looking down at Bucky fondly. He looked so sweet like this, all sorts of sleepy and affectionate, his face pressed against (Y/N)’s thigh to the point that it was squishing his cheeks. (Y/N) smiles a bit as they sigh, running their fingers through Bucky’s rather long hair. 

   “Why’d you stop?” He asks, lifting his head up just enough to look at (Y/N) sleepily. 

   “Sorry…you just look really cute like this,” Bucky smiles sleepily, his eyes closing once again. He hums, resting his head back against (Y/N)’s legs. 

   “Well thank you,” (Y/N) gives him a look over, noting the way half his body was curled against them and the other half was not. With a sly little smirk (Y/N) parts their legs, allowing Bucky’s head to fall off their lap. 

   “(Y/N), what are you-” 

   “I want you between my thighs,” Bucky looks up at (Y/N), smirking just a bit. 

   “Doll, I’d love to but I am way too tired to even-” 

   “Not like that you dork,” (Y/N) smiles, shaking their head lightly. “Like when I sit on your lap, I want you to sit on mine,” Bucky eyes them warily, his sleep deprived eyes looking them over a few times. 

   “So you want me to sit in between your legs?” (Y/N) smiles a bit more, nodding. 

   “You’re already half curled up on me, why not just sit here instead?” Bucky looks between (Y/N)’s legs only for a moment before crawling between them, resting his larger body against their chest. His back presses against (Y/N)’s chest and he curls up against them a bit, pulling their sheets over their legs to keep them warm. “You ready?” (Y/N) asks, scratching at Bucky’s head again. The man nods, yawning a bit as he does. (Y/N) smiles as they wrap their arms around his waist, holding the book out in front of them as they attempt to find where they had left off. Finding their spot,  (Y/N) gives the top of his head a quick peck before continuing on with their story. 

   “The captain walked to a port. He smelled of menthol and iodine and green soap on his polished and manicured hands. His white teeth were dentrificed, and his ears scoured to a pinkness, as were his cheeks,” Bucky shifts a bit, turning his head to rub his nose against (Y/N)’s neck, his body nearly going slack against theirs. He inhales deeply and exhales too, his warm breath hitting (Y/N)’s neck softly.

    (Y/N) could tell he was on his way out, he never did last long when (Y/N) would read to him and they were sure their warmth and arms around him wasn’t helping. With a tender smile (Y/N) continues on, resting their chin atop the brunette’s head.

    “His uniform was the color of new salt, and his boots were black mirrors, shining below him. His crisp crew-cut hair smelled of sharp alcohol. Even his breath was sharp and new and clean.” Suddenly Bucky’s breath evens out, a steady in and out against (Y/N)’s neck, his nose bumped right up against (Y/N)’s pulse point; he’d fallen asleep. 

   (Y/N) gingerly sets their book down, settling it down on their bed as they reach over and flicks off their bedside lamp, only shifting enough to get comfortable against their headboard. With a little huff of air (Y/N) reaches down and grabs their sheets, pulling it up to Bucky’s chin to keep him warm. 

   “Goodnight my sweet angel,” (Y/N) whispers, pressing a kiss to Bucky’s head as they close their eyes, allowing their own exhaustion to take over. Bucky shifts once more in his sleep, this time the movement much more subtle, a simple quirk of his lip was all, a simple, sleepy, and all too adorable smile. 

Peter In The Bathroom - Tony Stark x Reader (August Song Challenge)

Words: 2327
Pairing: Tony Stark x Reader
Featuring: Peter Parker, mentions Cap once
Warnings: Cringy because there’s fluff and cuteness, like one or two swear words
Summary: LOOSELY based on Michael In The Bathroom from the musical Be More Chill, the English teacher,(Y/N) who also happens to be dating Tony Stark, hears a distressed student hiding in the bathroom. After investigating, you find out he’s stressed from missing a week of school and is far behind. You offer to help him, only ending in breaking news to both Tony and Peter that shocks them both.
Authors Note: I saw loosely based because I literally used three lyrics from the song which is kinda shitty but I had no ideas for this song challenge- but here we are. So yeah, the song very much so does not go with the imagine but ya know…writer’s creative freedom.

Tony Peter / Song Challenge / Full Masterlist

Ao3 / What is this challenge? / Jadyn’s Challenge


“I’m late for school!” You shot up when Tony whispered your name. “Oh, wait, I’m not in school anymore,” You smiled at your boyfriend sitting up next to you and fell back onto your pillow.

Tony rubbed the back of his neck and sighed. “(Y/N)…”

“I’M THE TEACHER!” You screamed and actually fell out of bed onto the floor. “Ow!” You yelled and stood up quickly, running around the room to get to the bathroom to start to get ready. The bathroom door looked onto the bed from your side and you could clearly see Tony’s amused look.

He was chuckling to himself with tired eyes. “(Y/N), we do this every week.”

You threw off your pajamas and grabbed the clothes you had laid out for today. “I know, Monday’s are hard!” You groaned and put your shirt on. Finally, Tony stepped out of bed and grabbed a random band shirt and put it on.

“I know, love, I know,” He laughed. “I’ll meet you downstairs,” Tony kissed your cheek and walked down the steps, beginning to pour you cereal and putting your prepared lunch into your lunch bag. You quickly emerged downstairs and kissed Tony before yelling that you were going to be late if you didn’t leave immediately.

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