she meant this seriously

6

Clearly that website is mistaken. She always was and always will be number 1.

another point i want to make–

i’m not a big langst fan, because i feel like a lot of it relies on vilifying the other members of the cast for the sake of making lance look less appreciated/loved. i know people have fun with it in fanfics, and all the more power to them (i mean this sincerely; i know there’s a push-back against langst, but i have nothing against it as long as it doesn’t seep into canon analysis), because fanfic is a free-for-all-playground, but it’s not my thing. 

in terms of canon… 

while we as an audience know that lance is super insecure, not everyone else does. you can say that pidge is mean for labeling lance as a “goofball”, since he internalizes this and starts to genuinely believe it–or you can realize that she meant it all in good fun and had zero intent to seriously hurt his feelings. assigning malice to her casual, playful insult isn’t really fair to her. she cares about lance a lot. remember when she completely changed her tune about leaving in season 1 because lance was hurt? remember when she screamed for lance in season 2 after he got hit at beta traz? remember that she specifically thought back to lance trying to befriend her at the garrison when saying that she wanted to be closer to her teammates? 

the team likes lance as a person. they enjoy having him around. he’s their friend. it’s why they mess with him like this. do any of them look like they’re making fun of him because they dislike him? no. 

hell, keith sincerely tried to cheer lance up by joking about him being bad at math! and it kind of worked! 

now, does lance interpret a lot of this in the worst possible way because he’s insecure? absolutely. does this mean everyone else is to blame for how he feels? no. they simply don’t understand the extent of his issues. they’re fighting a war, as lance himself reminded keith; they don’t have the mental energy to devote to fussing over lance’s feelings all the time.

it’s complicated because you can’t blame lance for being insecure either; it’s all just a series of misunderstandings, really. if lance were to run off because he thinks he’s the unnecessary seventh wheel, i imagine they’d all be shocked and really upset

but blue?

blue has no such excuse. blue understands the situation perfectly. she knows exactly what lance is feeling. if anyone in the universe would know that lance is insecure, it would be blue. she can send ideas directly into his mind without any effort, and yet she chose to remain completely silent and shut him out instead. no explanation, no reassurance, no goodbye, nothing. she basically just slammed the door in his face and let him figure the rest out. 

she knows exactly what kind of assumptions lance would make after being shut out. she knows that he feels like a seventh wheel even when he does have her support. she knows that he hinges his identity on her (”mrs. blue lion”). she knows that he’s very possessive of her (’we’re very happy together! very happy!”). she knows that he calls himself lancey-lance. hell, she can probably name every single member of lance’s family. 

it’s no coincidence that blue finally responded to allura when she expressed self-doubt. that’s something that blue recognizes quite well since lance doubts himself so much.

it’s one thing for someone to be clueless about how lance feels and say something that accidentally upsets him–keith in particular, since he’s a “loner”–and it’s another entirely to be 100% aware and let him suffer anyway. she’s supposed to be his lion, his old girl, his best girl, but she left him out in the cold in such a pointlessly cruel (and dangerous, honestly, considering how much it delayed lance entering the battle) way. 

this right here is canon langst, from the last source i would have thought of. 

we’d better get a damn good explanation for her behavior in season 4.

RFA HEADCANONS: They Get Jealous~

(It’s almost midnight, what am I doing with my life. ANYWAYS. It would be so great if someone would request something *hint hint* *wink wonk* because it’s hard trying to be creative. Lel.)

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RFA~ they get jealous. V+Saeran included.

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Yoosung:

Yoosung has always been a more jealous type. Literally, if he even sees you talking to anyone other than him, he can’t help but feel a little uneasy.

So, he would go to the restroom for a brief few seconds, and when he gets back..

You’re. Talking. To. Another. Guy??

Now, he didn’t know that this ‘other guy’ was a cousin you haven’t seen in a while.

His stomach goes in knots, and he balls up his fists, wanting nothing more than to go push the guy away from you.

Sadly, he is probably too shy to just walk up there, but for a few moments, he tries to gather up his courage to go take you back.

When he realizes he’s just too nervous, he starts to think that he lost you, and starts tearing up a bit.

At this point, you’d be like “damn boi, how long it take to pee?” And start to look around..well, o shit, your cute blondie is just standing all the way back there.

“Yoosung? Come over here! I’d like you to meet my cousin…wait, are you crying?”

“Wha- cousin?! Oh..! Uhm..I- I wasn’t crying..!! I yawned! Aha. Hi. Nice to meet you, (C/N)..!”

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Jumin:

Uhm. Who are you talking to?

He is pissed off when he see’s you talking to one of his better looking security guards.

L I T E R A L L Y JUST SHOVES THE GUY AWAY.

He’s probably gonna start getting really touchy on you, (kink) and grip you by the waist h a r d.

Casually starts questioning the security guard as to wHY WAS HE TALKING TO YOU?

you’d get really embarrassed, and tell jumin to stop making a scene, buT HE IS JUST “NO” NO ONE ELSE CAN LOOK AT YOU LIKE THAT?

Straight out fires the guy. Oops.

“Jumin, what the hell?! Why would you fire him? He wasn’t trying to steal me away! I love you, and only you.”

“…Hm. I don’t like people eyeing you like that. That’s for me to do, no one else. ..(Y/N)..you know I love you. I only want what’s best for you.”

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Jaehee;

You two will be at one of Zen’s musicals, just enjoying the show..wheN THIS IDIOT JUST DECIDES TO START FLIRTING WITH YOU???

You try to tell the guy, you don’t swing that way?? But he doesn’t listen??

Jaehee goes into extreme jealous woman mode, and actually lashes out on the guy.

“She said she doesn’t go that way. Do you not get what she meant? Are you that idiotic? Do I seriously have to show you who she BELONGS to?”

Will casually start making out with you right then and there.

The guy will scoff and walk off, giving Jaehee the middle finger.

Jaehee awkwardly pulls away, refusing to make eye contact. She’ll probably start nervously running her hand though her hair.

She apologizes??

Nono, sweetie. No need to apologize. You’re a d o r a b l e.

You both end up leaving the theater, just so you can cuddle the rest of the night in peace.

“Jaehee, it’s fine. If anything, I thought it was cute..now, come here and love me, baby girl~”

Will high key melt at being called baby girl.

“I’m glad that you could just put the situation behind you so quickly..but, I’m warning you. Next time, I may not be so calm. You’re mine, (Y/N).”

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Zen:

Everywhere you went you seemed to get hit on in one way or another. Normally, Zen would brush it off, knowing that you only had eyes for him.

But oh.

One day. ONE DAY. He’s just had enough.

“Hey, cutie~ I lost my number, mind if I-”

“Yeah, she does mind, actually. Back. Off.”

He would roll his sleeves up, intimidating the guy with his muscles.

“Woah, chill. I was just being nice to the lad-”

“well, that lady happens to be taken. Now, if you ever so kindly..back the hell off, that would be great.”

STARTS GETTING REALLY INTIMIDATING IN GENERAL.

LIKE YOU CAN FEEL THE TENSION.

HE IS READY TO BEAT THE GUYS ASS.

He’s already a big fan on Pda, but ohhh, it’s gonna increase.

You practically can’t be farther than 5 inches away from him from then on.

“Zen, you know you’re the only one I see..”

“I know, Princess. I’m sorry, it’s just becoming so frequent..I want people to know not to mess with you.”

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707:

You two will be joking around, and then you’ll probably trip into someone. (Klutz.)

They’ll help you up, and give you a cheeky smile.

DANG THEY ARE H O T.

They’ll pull some lame pick up line, like “oh, you fell for me kdkfkfk ha.”

SEVEN WILL GET SO MAD.

B A C K O F F M Y W I F E???

His normally cheerful attitude is gonna change real quick.

He will get really serious, and pull you closer to him, making sure you aren’t hurt from falling, first. (Or diseased from the guy.)

High key starts sassing the guy.

Starts to laugh, and gives the guy a lil chest bump thing, as they 'make up’

Yeah, well. Seven stole his wallet out of his pocket.

That guy just lost everything, lol.

His money, his ID card, his credit card, business cards.

Oops.

“Well, you got over that fast. I’m impressed.”

“Heh. Babe, look what I got!”

“IS THAT HIS- oh my god. You’re evil. I love it.”

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V:

He’s so gentle, he just stands there awkwardly, shifting his weight on a different foot, waiting for you to hurry up.

You were at an art museum, and this guy came up to you, trying to show you the “best art works” there. He started cracking jokes, and yOU WERE LAUGHING AT THEM?

you didn’t know it was bothering V so much, but he was literally starting to tear up?

He wanted to step in, but if you were having fun, and you were happy.. He would stand it.

He actually felt his heart sink when the guy gave you his email address.

“Yeah, email me sometime. I can teach you a lot more!”

You sighed the moment the guy left, and crumpled up the paper, tossing it in the trash.

“What a waste. I didn’t want to be rude, but God..he was showing the worst pi- V? What’s wrong?”

“Oh..Nothing. Don’t worry about me. Shall we go over here?”

HE GOT THIS SMALL, CUTE LITTLE SMILE WHEN YOU THREW THE PAPER AWAY, THO, LIKE SKCIFJFJNF.

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Saeran: (Mild spoiler?? Maybe??)

Literally doesn’t like you talking to anyone.

Anyone.

He’s not the kind of guy that is like “oh, you can’t do this, you can’t do that.” But it’s easy to get him jealous.

In fact, he got jealous of his own brother.

“SAERAN~ SEVEN JUST TOLD ME THE GREATEST JO-”

“Yeah? Well if you like his jokes so much, why don’t you just date him instead?!”

Ends up getting in a huge fight with Saeyoung.

Low key starts trying to crack jokes (and fails) to keep up with his brother.

He starts getting so frustrated, thinking he was never going to be as good as his brother. That you would leave him for Saeyoung.

Poor smol bean. You had to reassure him that he was the only Choi for you..in fact, he was the only one at all for you.

“Saeran. You know that I love you, right?”

“Hmph.”

“Saerannn.”

“….I..love you too, I guess..”

“YOU GUESS? IS OUR LOVE IN QUESTION.” (He freaks out a bit when you say this, lel)

“Wha- no! No.. I..Uhm, I love you, (Y/N). I really do.”

the masquerade comic actually makes me feel like there’s an overarching narrative in overwatch and that feels nice. because if doomfist getting out and talon gaining major momentum throws everything into chaos once more then it’s a nice set up for Winston and Tracer to be reforming / beginning a new Overwatch and maybe they’ll finally tie some of the characters who’ve just been chilling outside the narrative in

One cheeseburger no cheese coming up

When I was a teen and worked at McD’s (usually on grill) there was this girl that would absolutely fly off the handle over anything/nothing all the time. She was tiny, about 16, and probably thought she was a hot-shit princess. I’ll call her Ship. She didn’t just yell and swear, either; she would actually throw things, punch equipment, go into other stations and knock stuff down, etc. It was crazy. I hated working with Ship and Ship HATED me because I constantly pushed her buttons and made her fly off the handle, especially when the owner was around. How? Pointing out her mistakes, politely asking her what an order she entered meant, or just looking at her silently. Seriously. It was almost fun.

One day Ship was in window 2 of the drive through handing out the food. Window one entered “cheeseburger-no cheese.” This is a ‘grill’ order meaning it prints a little slip and you put that slip on the wrapper to show its custom ordered. Now, I know Ship isn’t going to grab anything without that little sticker, and she isn’t smart enough to think about what the order is for.

I smiled and grabbed a hamburger wrapper and made a hamburger and put it up, leaving the little receipt dangling from the machine next to my head as if I hadn’t noticed. Ship is watching me as I make the next order, and the next, muttering to herself, arms crossed, feet tapping, and I can see the pressure building. She’s making little noises, stalking away, coming back as the food pile builds.

Finally she snaps. She stalked over, got inches from my face, and screaming says “WHERES MY CHEESEBURGER!”

I feign innocence. I direct her to the screen (I cleared that order several orders ago of course) and ask what she means. She grabs the receipt and shoves it in my face, triumphant. “THIS CHEESEBURGER! MAKE THIS!!”

Without taking the receipt, I ask what it is. “CHEESEBURGER NO CHEESE!”

“Oh… well what do you call a cheeseburger no cheese?”

She just stared at me dumbly, so I walked over, picked up the hamburger, and showed it to her. She got so angry she punched the backup grill printer off the top of the counter onto the floor (where it broke) and pushed over some other stuff in the grill. I told the owner that night, he pulled the tape, verified she was the one that broke his back up grill printer, and fired her.

Man I hope she’s in jail.

Better Than Him

Request: “1 & 8 & 16 & 20 for an imagine request? I know it’s a lot but you’re writing is amazing so I know it’ll work out :)”

1. “We’re not just friends and you fucking know it.”

8. “Why are you so jealous?”

16. “Just talk to me.”

20. “I think you’re just afraid to be happy.”


Trigger warning just so you know..



“Hey, sorry I couldn’t come over last night.. I got a little held up.” Y/n says with her fake smile on. As soon as she said that, I knew what she really meant. 

“Seriously y/n, when are you going to leave Jordan?” I say as I close the front door.

“Really, Shawn? I thought you said you’d leave him out of this. Besides, he makes me happy.” 

“Yeah sure. ‘Happy’. Do those bruises make you happy?” Y/n adjusts her jean jacket that she’s wearing.

“I-I don’t know what you’re talking about..’

“Sure you do. You walk in here holding on to that jacket for dear life hoping to god it doesn’t move so that I see them. You’re wearing sunglasses and bowing your head down. Y/n, you won’t even look me in the eye.” I walk towards her so I’m only inches away from her. She takes off her sunglasses and looks at me in the eyes. She has a faint dark purple mark around her left swollen eye, which you can tell she attempted to cover with makeup. I use one of hands to pull the top of her jacket down one of her shoulders and use the other to rub away the tear running down her cheek. She immediately flinched at my touch, but let me rub the tear away. I hate how Jordan instilled this fear in y/n, to fear any man’s touch. “y/n.. just talk to me.” I say as soothing as I can.

“Is this what you want?” Y/n says harshly, pushing me away. She throws her jacket down on the wooden floor. Bruises upon bruises cover her skin. “Huh? Is this what you wanted to see” throwing up her arms. “Are you fucking happy now?” the tears are streaming down her face by now.

“Y/n..”

“No. Shut up. Don’t ‘y/n’ me.” she clenches her fists. “Why are you so jealous?”

“You think I am jealous. You should be with someone that doesn’t leave marks like that on your skin. I think you’re just afraid to be happy. The actual happy.” daringly, I step closer to her.

Trembling, she says, “Stop trash talking MY boyfriend. Just be my friend and… and just stop talking about this.”

“We’re not just friends and you fucking know it.”

“I knew coming here was a mistake.” she picks up her jacket off the ground and walks to the door with her back still facing me. “Don’t talk to me. Don’t even try to call me.” She opened the door and took one step outside. Y/n turned around to take one last look at me before slamming the door shut. As she shut the door the picture frames rattled against the wall. The only picture I have of us fell onto the floor and shattered. I ran to it and stared at it, allowing a tear fall onto the picture. What have I done? Will I ever see her again?




I walk out to my car that was parked in Shawn’s drive way. Sitting in the drivers seat, I pick up my phone to see 24 missed calls from Jordan in the last 10 minutes. If I don’t call him soon things will get way worse, if I call him things won’t be as bad. Giving in, I dial his phone number and he answers immediately.

“Where the FUCK have you been?” Jordan screams into the phone.

“Babe calm down..”

“I WON’T FUCKING CALM DOWN! WHERE THE HELL ARE YOU?”

“I’m at Shawn’s house.”

“What did I say about going over there?”

“Not to go over there or be around him when you aren’t around.”

“And what are you going to do?”

“Drive home.”

“You know what to do once you get home.” Jordan hangs up the phone shortly after. 

I’ve never shaken this bad before. I started the car up and drove down the street heading for my house, that Jordan now claimed as his own. My plan was to go to Shawn’s help to get out of this relationship because it was getting too much to handle. Just like Shawn has been saying. Every intention of mine was to get help, but as soon as I stood in front of his door I panicked. I will never be able to escape Jordan, so he’s told me multiple times. I pull up into the drive way and try to steady my breaths. I know what it coming up and there’s no way to escape it. “You know what to do once you get home.” Echoes through my head. Before I know it I am standing in front of my front door and unlocking it. “You know what to do” I go down the stairs to the basement, but as soon as I get down there I freeze into a statue in fear.

“Well what are you doing just standing there? You know what to do.” He says as he undoes his belt and pulls it out of his belt loops in his pants. I take off my jacket and lay it on the chair. Next I slide off my tank top over my head and unzip my shorts, laying both pieces of clothing on top of my jacket. Then I slide off my shoes and place them next to the chair.

“Lay down.”

“Please Jordan, you don’t have to do this.”

He whips the chair that’s holding my clothes, “Why must you always be so difficult?” He caresses my cheek with the belt, then slaps me with it. I yelp out in pain. “Don’t make me ask again.” He says, but I don’t move. Not moving was a bad choice because he punches me in the shoulder causing me fall to the ground. 

“How. Many. Times. Do. I. Have. To. Tell. You. To. Not. See. Him.” He says between whips to my body. After whipping me those times, he starts walking away from me while he is saying something. I crawl to my jacket which was holding my phone. I quickly dial “1″ on my phone, which I programmed to be Shawn in my phone. But the ringing caused Jordan to turn around. Shawn immediately picked up the phone.

“Y/n?” he worried.

But all I could whisper out was “S-Shawn.” Before I got a kick in the face causing me to black out.




Kind of different compared to my other writings. Let me know your thoughts! :)

Becoming a Father Overnight Part Twenty Three

Series Summary- Jared x Daughter!Reader. Jared Padalecki’s life is flipped upside down when he gets a call from a teenage girl saying she’s his daughter.

Disclaimer- I don’t own the Supernatural universe or the images/gifs used, they were found on Google.

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Jared sighed as he dialed Y/n’s number again. He didn’t know why he was bothering to try again, she’d been continuing to ignore his calls, and the chances that she was going to answer this time were slim. Jared wondered if she’d even been listening to the messages he was leaving or reading his texts. He understood that she was mad at him, but he wished she would at least give him a chance to explain. He’d texted Tiffany hoping she would be some kind of help, but that was a dud.

Y/n sighed as the phone rang again. She rolled her eyes, she didn’t have to look to know who was calling her. While she didn’t want to answer, her mom’s words from last night rang in her head, If you don’t want to go down there for break you need to tell them asap. It’s in less than a week and you can’t just not show up. You don’t have to go, but you do have to tell them you aren’t coming.

She picked up the phone and hit the accept button. She started talking immediately so that Jared couldn’t get a word in first, “I’m only accepting this call so that I can tell you that I’m no longer planning on coming to Texas over my break.”

Jared was shocked that she’d answered, after days of ignoring him, he’d just about given up hope. He also felt his stomach drop when she said she wasn’t coming. If she would just come and talk to him maybe he could fix things. “Y/n, I know I messed up, I’ve been trying to call you-”

“I know, like I said, I’m just answering to let you know that I’m not coming down. Mom insisted that I had to call and tell you.”

“Y/n, please come down, we can talk about this.”

“I don’t see why I should come if you don’t even count me as one of your kids,” Y/n snapped preparing to end the call, this wasn’t a conversation she planned on having today.

Jared’s heart broke, he didn’t want her to think like that, that wasn’t what he meant at all. How could she seriously think that he didn’t count her as one of his kids? Maybe this was even worse than he anticipated. He squeezed his eyes shut and took a deep breath, “Listen, that isn’t how I meant it, okay? It just came out wrong.”

“I don’t care, bye Jared!” She empathized the last word before hanging up, knowing exactly what kind of effect it would have on her father.

Jared felt the words cut through him like a knife. The phone dropped from his hands and he buried his face. It’d meant everything to him when she started calling him dad, and now he’d managed to fuck that up. He’d just been trying to share their excitement in that article and look what it got him: a hell of a lot of pain.

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anonymous asked:

Could you make some jily headcanons?

sure, honey.


a loud laughter erupted from a section of the gryffindor table. james potter had cracked one of his famous jokes. sirius black was barking. remus lupin was howling. peter pettigrew was squeaking. even lily evans was giggling.

she had become quite chummy with the marauders after they stopped the silly bullying. she even helped them with pranks sometimes. james had lessened the flirting, too. she had become kind of an honorary marauder.

eventually the laughter died down. lily cleared her throat. suddenly he whole hall was looking at her.

well, it’s now or never she thought.

“james what are you doing this saturday?”, she asked coolly, surprising her self. everybody hitched heir breath. dumbledore, not so secretly, passed mcgonagall a galleon, who was smiling happily.

“i suppose we are going to zonko’s for a bit.”, he replied unable to catch what she meant. the rest of the marauders seriously considered changing his middle name to ‘oblivious’.

lily almost facepalmed. “and what are you doing after that?”

“i dunno…”, he repiled.

everybody was hanging on to their every word. james was befuddled. the remus, sirus and peter were abut to tear their hair off. most people were imaging what they would do with their bet winnings.

“three broomsticks. 5 o’ clock. dress causal”, lily ordered and walked out of the hall.

the great hall erupted. people were cheering and hooting. the marauders (minus james) were screaming.

“did that… did she just-”, james started.

“YES, YOU FOOL! SHE ASKED YOU OUT! GO AFTER HER!” the marauders screamed.

james potter had never run faster in his life.

What if Faye was meant to be a deconstruction of the yandere archetype?

Like, IntSys looked at all the people who think a yandere waifu is a good thing and said,

“Okay, here’s a girl who has literally nothing else in her life except her boy and is clearly very mentally unstable as proven by her eagerness to murder people in his name.  This is what you fucking weeaboos wantAre you happy, yet?  You fucksticks.”

She’s Oblivious, He’s Ridiculous | Hoseok

Prompt: “I’m flirting with you.” from this drabble game [x]. Requested by anon (hi there friend!) For more, request here!

Originally posted by jaayhope


Summary: Hoseok had a problem: there were only two days until prom, and he’s asked you nine times already but you really couldn’t take a hint. Luckily, Hoseok doesn’t know the meaning of giving up.

Genre: Fluff, High School/Prom!AU

Words: 4.1K (This got too long. Sorry anon lol.)

A/N: Honestly, I hate public promposals because they’re really embarrassing. But here’s Hobi doing it anyway because he looooves you. Enjoy!


In the words of the wise Min Yoongi, Hoseok could say that he was very much catastrophically fucked.

He was fucked because their prom was coming up in two days and Hoseok still did not have a date—but it wasn’t from his lack of trying.

In fact, he had promised himself that he would secure himself a date the moment prom season started in order to avoid the situation he was in from happening in the first place.

Unlike most of his awkward peers, he had been excited for prom. Rejection was a word he did not have in his dictionary; he was so sure you would say yes. He wasn’t going to fumble his words when he would utter the three most important syllables of his life (well, his life as of now. It was too early in the game to say the three other most important words to you. He had to be patient for that.) He wasn’t going to mess up because he had been planning his promposal ever since freshman year.

He had known ever since he had laid his eyes on your pretty face that you would be the one. No one else could ever begin to compare—it had to be you.

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Here’s some Genderbent!Marauder head cannons you didn’t ask for!


- Jamie Potter was that effortlessly beautiful girl that everyone wanted to be or be with.

- She was the sportiest girl going, too.

- She’d wake up at the crack of dawn to go for a run around the Hogwarts grounds in sun, rain, sleet or snow.

- She was a health freak for health sake (and not for beauty-sake like most people thought)

- In fact, she couldn’t give two hoots about looks.

- Her hair was usually messy bed-hair style; wild and unruly that she ran her fingers through quickly in the morning.

- But it somehow still looked as if it’s been styled perfectly that way.

- She had large, square, Hipster glasses before they became ‘cool

- (She still think’s that she made them cool)

- She always wore colourful braces with her short school skirts, wore her tie loose and short and had her top button undone.  

- She was the epitome of Geek-Chic.

- Jamie laughed loudly, joked constantly and her presence was always known.

- The only other person who could match Jamie on loud presence was Sirius.

- Jamie was head over heels in love with Lee Evans

- For a long time, though, Lee wasn’t interested in her because he believed that Jamie was a ‘mean girl

- But that was the furtherest away from being true.

- Those were just the horrible lies that his friend Severa would tell him.

- It wasn’t until the end of fifth year when Lee saw Jamie in a deserted corridor with a first year Slytherin that was crying his eyes out did he realise he had her completely wrong.

- At first, he thought she had bullied the young boy to tears and went for his wand, until he saw that she was gently wiping his tears away and letting him cling to her shoulder.

- He hid behind the wall and eavesdropped on the conversation to find out that actually, Severa (who he was starting to figure out wasn’t the person who he thought she was), had actually bullied the young boy for being the ‘wrong sort’ for Slytherin. 

- “Hey, hey now. It’s okay to cry. You’re not the wrong sort to be in Slytherin, kiddo.”

- “But … but … she’s right … I’m not … evil … or … Pureblooded”

- “That doesn’t mean you’re not a real Slytherin! And she’s not a pureblood, either. Do you remember the Sorting Hat’s song?”

- The boy shook his head and wiped his tears.

- “He says: in Slytherin, you’ll make your real friends, those cunning folks use any means to achieve their ends.” She smiled. “Does it say you have to be a Pureblood or evil?

- The boy shook his head.

- “Exactly! Because you don’t need to be either of those things. Cunning isn’t a bad trait to have, it just mean’s you’ve got a good brain on these shoulders.” She beamed, poking him lightly in the middle of his forehead earning a cute little giggle.

- “Thank you,” he sniffed and threw his arms around her neck.

- She hugged back just as enthusiastically.

- “Don’t you listen to that Severa. If she gives you any more trouble, you come to me, okay? I’ll drop some boogers in her potions for you.” She winked.

- Lee didn’t tell Jamie that he had seen that exchange until seventh year when they were finally together. 

- He knew that that was the moment when he saw Jamie in a new light and had started falling for her.

- Sirius Black was the type of girl that boys would fight each other over but could never have.

- She had high cheekbones that could cut, stormy lined eyes that could kill and a wink that would.

- Sirius was a huge flirt, but she was completely unaware of it.

- It wasn’t until Petra told her that that was why unwanted guys were constantly fawning over her did the dam break and she realised.

- Then she made sure to only flirt with people to get her way (like with McGonagall) or who were her closest friends and knew that was just her nature and wasn’t meant to be taken seriously.

- However, when she tried to flirt with Rema, she would always get a little too flustered, blush profusely and wasn’t as smooth as she usually was. 

- It took her nearly a year to realise why.

- She used to wear her hair loosely curled around her face until she met Rema, braiding queen extraordinary.

- Then she always had extravagant hair styles that involved braids.

- She had her hair half up half down, braided buns, French platted fringe, braided pony tails.

- If it was a type of braid, Rema had styled her hair that way.

- And Rema was the only one allowed to touch her hair.

- She just had a gentle, calming touch that made Sirius’ eyes flutter and breathing hitch. 

- Rema Lupin was a natural beauty.

- She always wore her hair in two french plaits, or in a high pony tail.

- The only time she ever had her hair down or styled was only for special events like the Yule Ball (and Sirius’ and her first date).

- She loved to braid Sirius’ hair because it kept her hands busy and her anxiety under control.

- Her uniform was always pristine.

- She had her tie the right length, her skirt just above her knees and wore knee high socks.

- The socks always drove Sirius’ insane with lust.

- She always had to sit with her legs crossed and clenched in lessons and had to keep her fantasies of Rema in pretty black underwear and her knee high socks under control

- Rema definitley knew the affect they had on Sirius and wore a pair of them pretty much constantly.

- She would wear one of Sirius’ oversized band tees and black lacy underwear to bed with her knee high socks and braided hair

- It took Sirius a long time to calm down before she could fall asleep.

- It took even longer when they started sharing a bed and Rema would casually throw one of her legs over Sirius’ so she could feel the slither of Rema’s thigh against her skin

- Rema suffered with anxiety a lot and sometimes had to go and be on her own for awhile which her friends would respect.

- She could always been seen curled in the armchair in the common room in oversized jumpers that looked like a dress and the high knee socks reading a book.

- Sirius could never help herself when she saw her like this and would have to go and sit in her lap and cuddle with her, which Rema never minded. 

- She always seemed like the studious, innocent one out of the group but she had the darkest humour and was the queen of Sass.

- She’d would always whisper sarcastic comments under her breath so only her friends could hear and would have to try and keep themselves under control lest they get in trouble for an outburst of laughter in lessons.

- They didn’t do very well with that and many detentions and points were taken because of it.

- And she just sat there with a killer poker face.

- And that’s why no one realised that she was the most devious out of all of them.

- Petra Pettigrew was the cute one of the group.

- She was the first one to have a boyfriend at the age of 15 and dated him for nearly three months until he expected her to do more than just kiss.

-  That was when she realised that she was sex-repulsed. 

- But that didn’t mean she didn’t have crushes on boys and didn’t want a relationship - because that’s exactly what she wanted! 

- Just with someone who understood how she felt and that it wasn’t a ‘phase

- She always had the best hugs and the best advice.

- She was the one who convinced Jamie that acting crazy in front of Lee wasn’t going to win his affections, and to just start acting like herself instead of showing off - which worked.

- She was the one who convinced Sirius’ to finally admit her feelings and ask Rema out on a date - which also worked.

- She was the one to comfort Rema when she suffered with anxiety about her scars, friendships and Furry Little Problem.

- Petra was the glue of the group.


 Just, ughhhh, these Genderbent! nerds. My heart.

One cheeseburger no cheese coming up

When I was a teen and worked at McD’s (usually on grill) there was this girl that would absolutely fly off the handle over anything/nothing all the time. She was tiny, about 16, and probably thought she was a hot-shit princess. I’ll call her Ship. She didn’t just yell and swear, either; she would actually throw things, punch equipment, go into other stations and knock stuff down, etc. It was crazy. I hated working with Ship and Ship HATED me because I constantly pushed her buttons and made her fly off the handle, especially when the owner was around. How? Pointing out her mistakes, politely asking her what an order she entered meant, or just looking at her silently. Seriously. It was almost fun.

One day Ship was in window 2 of the drive through handing out the food. Window one entered “cheeseburger-no cheese.” This is a ‘grill’ order meaning it prints a little slip and you put that slip on the wrapper to show its custom ordered. Now, I know Ship isn’t going to grab anything without that little sticker, and she isn’t smart enough to think about what the order is for.

I smiled and grabbed a hamburger wrapper and made a hamburger and put it up, leaving the little receipt dangling from the machine next to my head as if I hadn’t noticed. Ship is watching me as I make the next order, and the next, muttering to herself, arms crossed, feet tapping, and I can see the pressure building. She’s making little noises, stalking away, coming back as the food pile builds.

Finally she snaps. She stalked over, got inches from my face, and screaming says “WHERES MY CHEESEBURGER!”

I feign innocence. I direct her to the screen (I cleared that order several orders ago of course) and ask what she means. She grabs the receipt and shoves it in my face, triumphant. “THIS CHEESEBURGER! MAKE THIS!!”

Without taking the receipt, I ask what it is. “CHEESEBURGER NO CHEESE!”

“Oh… well what do you call a cheeseburger no cheese?”

She just stared at me dumbly, so I walked over, picked up the hamburger, and showed it to her. She got so angry she punched the backup grill printer off the top of the counter onto the floor (where it broke) and pushed over some other stuff in the grill. I told the owner that night, he pulled the tape, verified she was the one that broke his back up grill printer, and fired her.

Man I hope she’s in jail.

Edit: People keep asking why order a cheeseburger no cheese? My guess is that the person didn’t order that, they ordered a hamburger happy meal and the cashier didn’t know there was a separate button. There also might have been some kind of sale for cheeseburgers or this was the 2 cheeseburger meal, although I’m pretty sure it was only one burger in question. This was 1998-99. I don’t remember the menu and register well enough to know for sure why the cashier did it. I don’t even remember the girls real name!

Wing Woman

Pairings: Mentioned Steve x Reader (Bucky and his niece, Isabelle Rogers)

Warnings: Fluff 

Word Count: 913

Summary: Bucky spends the day at the park with his niece 


Bucky looked down fondly as little Isabelle Rogers - the exact replica of Steve in every way - pushed herself up onto her knees, reaching for the zip lock bag resting in his lap, using her other hand to brace herself on his leg. The two of them were sitting in the park, each sharing one side of the hot pink blanket Izzy insisted they bring with them, a position Bucky would definitely not have found himself in except with the five year old beside him.

Izzy looked up to Bucky as she struggled to reach the piece of cut up carrot inside the bag, her blue eyes wide and her bottom lip pushed out into a pout. Bucky chuckled, shaking his head as he pulled the vegetable out, placing it into her open palm.
“I bring candy and all you want are the carrots.”
“Dadda say carrots are good for you,” Izzy replies.
“Of course he did.”

As Isabelle crunched happily on the carrot Bucky reached into the second bag on his lap, taking out one of the gummy snakes he originally thought he’d be sharing with his niece and popping it into his mouth. He lent back on his elbows as he watched Izzy next to him, her blonde hair a wild mess of curls around her face, an open picture book lying in front of her.

You and Steve had gone away on a three day mission, leaving Izzy under Bucky’s watch. He’d been a little unsure of the whole thing when Steve first asked him to watch her, he’d never had to look after someone that was solely dependent on him, but now that they were two days in Bucky was more than comfortable being with her every minute of the day. So far they’d watched movies, had pizza, and made forts out of Bucky’s couch cushions. The picnic had been next on their to do list.

As Izzy continued reading her book Bucky looked around the park, his attention being drawn to the woman jogging past them, earphones plugged into her ears. Bucky kept his eyes on her as she slowed down towards the edge of the duck pond, stretching her arms up above her head.
“Hey Izzy,” Bucky said, grabbing her attention. “What would I have to give you in order for you to go tell that lady over there that she was pretty?”

Bucky knew it was probably not a great idea using his niece as a way to talk to a woman, especially if it ever came back to Steve, but he’d hit a dry spell lately and he was all for trying to break it. Bucky looked back down to see that Izzy had crossed her arms over her chest, her cheeks puffed up as she shook her head.
“Mumma said you’d try and use me to - to woo,” Izzy stated, catching Bucky completely by surprise. “Why can you not tell her she pretty uncle Buck?”

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