she never pays attention

I’ll never forget the devasted expression in my English Language teacher’s face when I was 13 and asked her if she could help me get rid of my accent. She was a glorious, intelligent and tender woman and the first person to openly talk to me about how important it is to value our own culture over hegemomic european and north american influences, and how important it was to cultivate my identity as latina and to be proud of my accent, not ashamed

also if you ever feel alone and like you cant get anything right, even if you think taylor isnt paying attention to you…you know she will never count you out. i havent confirmed with her yet but im pretty sure taylor swift would shrink herself down and body slam every negative thought in your brain about yourself if she could. sometimes you dont need taylor to say she’s there for you as long as you can put on That Song™️ and just FORGET………sometimes that’s almost as good.

The girl no one noticed || D.H.

A/N: I got this really (!) cool request not long ago and I just felt like writing it! Thank you to the person who sent it in. I feel like this turned out to be one of the purest imagines I have ever written.

Word Count: 1.8K

POV: 3rd Person (uhh something special)


“Mr Howell, can you please pay attention?!”

“I don’t know, can I?” Dan was smirking and cockily looking up at the teacher. She seemed perplex and instead of answering she just handed him a detention slip.

Dan didn’t really care instead he enjoyed that he made the whole class laugh. He felt like he was glowing as Mrs Hammersmith was evilly glaring at every student that couldn’t hold in their laughter.

And then he heard her, the girl that sat in the middle of class right in front of him. He’d been staring at her back all semester but not once had he heard her talk. Okay, maybe she had answered a question that she was asked, but she never said more than that.

But right at this moment he could clearly hear her giggle at his comment and he had never heard anything that beautiful. It was light and so genuine.

Dan had never really noticed her before. She was just there. Nobody ever payed attention to her and that was what she wanted. She didn’t want to be noticed but ever since Dan heard her giggle he couldn’t stop noticing her.

When the bell rang every student quickly sprinted outside. Everybody seemed to hate English Literature taught by Mrs Hammersmith, but Y/N didn’t. She liked the books her teacher gave the class to read and she’d spent nights devouring them. Still she didn’t say much during class even though she knew all the answers. Y/N just didn’t feel like she needed the attention unlike the boys who sat right behind her.

She picked up her school bag and notebook as she followed everyone outside.

“Get out of the way!” She heard somebody shout, seconds later she felt a hard shoulder hit hers.

A blonde guy was chasing his friend through the hallway. He didn’t pay enough attention to his surroundings to see Y/N walking right in front of him. The two of them collided. She was pushed against a stranger’s locker and dropped everything she was carrying. Her notebook hit the floor with a loud thud as the loose pieces of paper she stored in there scattered all over the floor.

Her ‘attacker’ didn’t even say anything he was long gone when Y/N got up again.

“You look like you need help.”

Dan had watched his friend Joe chase Carter, another friend of his, down the hallway. At first, he laughed because he knew that Carter must have done something really stupid, but then he saw Joe run into the quiet girl from class.

Y/N gulped nervously. Before she could tell the brown-haired boy that ‘it’s okay’ he had already started picking up her notes and scribbles.

“Don’t worry about it. I’m Dan by the way.” He showed her his friendliest smile. She smiled back as soon as she saw his dimples. Y/N recognized him as the guy who sat behind her in English Lit.

“Hi, I’m Y/N.”

Dan was surprised that her voice wasn’t all quiet. It just sounded very clear.

She bent down next to him to help him pick up her papers. Dan gathered as many as he could and couldn’t stop himself from taking a quick glance at them before he handed them back.

Her handwriting wasn’t as neat as he had expected it to be. It was rather messy but he could still make out a few words. It didn’t look like anything school related.

Y/N noticed that Dan took a look at her notes. She had just scribbled song lyrics and poems down and she was sure he couldn’t even read what it said.

“Thank you for helping me.”

“You’re welcome. I’m sorry that Joe pushed you over.” Dan nervously laughed a little. He didn’t really want this conversation to end, but he had nothing else to say.

“Don’t worry about it. It wasn’t on purpose.”

“I’ll see you around?” Dan asked her, hoping that they would get the chance to talk to each other again.

“I guess so.” Y/N answered.

They had never talked to each other before. In fact, she didn’t talk much. Dan was one of the loud boys in the back of class, so Y/N was understandably a bit confused by his sudden…interest?

After they had said their byes they walked off in different directions. Dan couldn’t stop himself from turning around again and staring at her back that was moving away from him.

‘Who is she?’ he silently asked himself and he didn’t find an answer.

Yes, she was the quiet and shy girl that sat in front of him in class, but who was she really?

Dan just needed to find out.

He hadn’t stopped thinking about her once after that incident. He even subtly asked his friends about her, but most of them didn’t even knew what girl he was talking about.

The next time he walked into English class he had a weird feeling in his stomach region. He wasn’t feeling sick though, he was excited? nervous even?

She was already waiting for class to start in her assigned seat as always. A part of her face was hidden behind a strand of her hair as she was drawing little butterflies next to some of her notes.

When Dan walked past her seat she glanced up at him for a second, their eyes met and then she quickly looked down again.

Dan took the chair behind her and as soon as the bell rang Mrs Hammersmith started with her lesson. It was not unusual that Dan didn’t listen to whatever she said but normally it was because he’d be joking around with his friends.

That wasn’t the reason this time. This time he was thinking about the colour of Y/N’s eyes and how he had never seen more beautiful ones.

Mrs Hammersmith started handing out new books for everybody to read and most of the class groaned as she did so.

Y/N on the other hand curiously examined the title and cover of the book as soon it was handed to her. After every student was given a copy of the book Mrs Hammersmith raised her voice.

“I want you to do presentations on this novel.” She announced and again the class groaned.

“In pairs” the teacher then added and seemed to cheer up most of her students.

Y/N, however, quickly raised her hand.

Before she was even asked to speak, Mrs Hammersmith answered her question.

“No Miss Y/L/N you can’t do the presentation on your own. You’ll need to find a partner.”

Y/N’s hand slowly sank in defeat.

“I can be her partner.”

Every student in this class seemed to turn around to stare at Dan. Their eyes were nearly grouching out of their socket as they couldn’t believe that he had volunteered to pair up with the girl nobody noticed.

Even Y/N had turned around to face him. He was shooting her a grin and shrugged his shoulders as if he were saying ‘why not?’.

She simply nodded, agreeing to do this project together.

After class had ended Dan quickly followed Y/N outside.

“So… when do you want to meet up?” Dan asked her, scratching the back of his neck.

“Do you think you can finish the book until Friday?” she asked him, eying the novel she was now carrying on top of her notebook. It was pretty thin, she would probably read it in one go tonight.

“Sure.” He positively said although it would probably take him a while since he wasn’t really into reading that much.

“Good. Then we can meet up Friday after school. My place?” She wanted to know.

“Sounds great.” Dan smiled at her, already looking forward to Friday.

As the day of days had finally came Dan was unable to concentrate on anything in class or listen to anything his friends said. The only thought he was able to think was ‘I’m going to see Y/N today’.

Dan had stayed up until way past his usual bed time in order to finish the book. He was busy all week and didn’t have the chance to read it, but he would’ve done anything to finish it.  

After his last lesson on Friday he nearly jumped up from his seat, he didn’t even say goodbye to Joe or Carter, he walked out of the building straight away to wait for Y/N in the parking lot.

To his surprise, she was already waiting for him right next to the entrance. What Dan didn’t know was that she was just as excited as him.

“Hi” she greeted him and Dan’s heart swelled with happiness at the simple word.

“Hey Y/N” he greeted her back and as she started walking he just followed her.

“We need to take the bus.” She explained as they made their way to the bus stop.

Five minutes later Dan sat in a bus that was driving in the opposite direction to where his house was.

They sat next to each other but didn’t talk much. Still, it wasn’t an awkward kind of silence between them. It just felt normal.

After Y/N had told Dan where to get off they walked a few metres until they had reached her house. She got the keys from her bag and unlocked the front door.

“My parents are at work. How do you feel about ordering something for lunch?” Y/N asked the brown-haired boy that kept looking around the house.

“Sounds perfect to me.” Dan exclaimed, only now noticing how hungry he was.

Dan took his shoes and jacket off before grabbing his bag again and waiting for her to tell him what to do.

“My room is upstairs.” She explained before she ran up the stairs on her tip toes. Just that simple act made him grin.

He followed her and as he entered her room his mouth hung open. There were Green Day posters and lyrics plastered all over her walls. There was even a drum kit in the back of her room.

He stared at her with wide eyes as he noticed the stacks of video games next to her TV. He had played and loved most of them, but he saw some that he didn’t even know of.

“There is a sequel to The Last of Us?” he asked her flabbergasted, picking up the game from where it was lying next to her PS4.

“It came out yesterday. I pre-ordered it. It’s so much better than I had expected it to be, and my expectations were high!” She excitedly exclaimed and Dan was taken aback by how passionate she was about it and how vigorous her voice sounded.

His gaze wandered through her room for a while as he took in all the tiny details and decorations.

Then, his eyes landed on Y/N again and he couldn’t help but stare at the girl nobody but him noticed. And boy, they all missed out on something.

“Who are you?” he asked her with a smile, not being able to read her.

Making New Rules

Pairing: Peter Parker x reader

Summary: After Papa Stark finds his daughter and Peter getting steamy, he decides they need to settle some rules if those two are going to become an item.

word count:1798

Part 1  Part 2



Originally posted by tonybeifong

To say dinner was awkward was an understatement. Neither of them knew what to say or do, especially since every time the teenagers glanced at each other Tony sent glares in Peter’s direction.

Y/n couldn’t believe her father. Hadn’t he been the one that suggested they dated each other? Sure, he had find them making out in her bed, but still! She glared back at him, trying to make him drop his attitude.

Everyone could feel the tension in the air, especially with the silence that filled the room. Peter wanted to make some conversation, but he knew if he did Mr. Stark might throw the knife at him. He felt really bad about dating his daughter, the one girl that was off limits, but still, he couldn’t believe the girl he had had a crush for over a year actually liked him back. It felt too good to be real.

Everyone ate their food lost in their own thoughts, trying their hardest to avoid what they knew was next. Y/n knew her father would have a “friendly” conversation with Peter, which would scare him off, just like every other boyfriend of hers. The difference was she would actually care if this one went away.

They spend the longest hour eating, but after it was obvious what they were doing Tony finally stand up, dragging the chair loudly, making both teenagers look at him.

“Well Peter, if you’re done pretending to eat, I’ll like to have a word or two with you, in private”

Peter stared at Y/n and back at her father. He knew she couldn’t save him from this one. He had to go with him and hope for the best. He stood up and followed as Mr. Stark went into his office, not waiting for him. He glanced back at the girl one more time, and just the sight of her giving him an apologetic and worried look was enough for him to gather some courage and finally step into the room.

He closed the door behind him and looked around the office, until he finally spotted the man, looking through the big glass wall, staring at the city under them. He approached him slowly, remaining a couple feet behind him.

“Peter, you see the city, all the people in it? How many people do you think there are in New York? How many girls? There has to be at least a dozen girls in it, different sizes, shapes, ages”

“I uhh- I guess there are many”

“Then-” Tony turned around and faced him, getting a step closer to him “Why did you choose the one girl I told you not to?”

Before Peter could even open his mouth Mr. Stark was talking again, not caring about his actual answer.

“My girl is the most important thing for me! If all you wanted was a pretty face to fool around with I can introduce you to someone! Obviously not prettier than Y/n, cause she has like, really good genes- but still”

Peter could not believe what he was listening to. It had taken him a whole year for Y/n to notice him, he wasn’t about to give up on the girl of his dreams.

“It’s not like that! I- I don’t- I don’t want anybody else!”

“Why not?!”

“Because she is Y/n! I mean- her looks are a bonus but I want to get to know her, I want her to fall for me and make her happy. She is not only intelligent but also the kindest person, and she is also very funny and I just-really like her”

“How would you know? It’s not like you ever talked to her before!”

“I didn’t knew I had a chance until yesterday! If I weren’t spider man she would’ve rejected me!”

As soon as the words left Peter mouth he realised it wasn’t the smartest idea, but it was already too late. The man in front of him got an upset and angry look that suggested he wanted to murder him in the spot.

“If you really think that way about my daughter then you shouldn’t date her”

Peter knew it was wrong to even think about it, but honestly, why would the perfect girl even glance in his direction if it weren’t for the suit? Also, she just made a move once she realised who he was.

“Why else would she even think of dating me? I’m nothing compared to her”

Tony sighed as he took a seat in the couch in his office, patting the seat beside him for Peter. The boy went and sat next to him, as the man spoke.

“Lemme tell you a story about Y/n’s first day at school Peter. I thought that maybe homeschooling wasn’t the best option for her, so hey, why not send her to a public school? Get her to have the whole high school experience right? However after she arrived from her first day I knew I  was fucked. Peter, why do you think Y/n is so popular?”

“Because of you?”

“Exactly! So like at first it was ok, she had a ton of friends, but all of the sudden all the boys wanted to get into her pants, apparently you included- But she never payed attention to none, until that first day she arrived home from school and started rambling about a familiar sounding boy-

“She said she had seen the cutest boy in her Chemistry class. Apparently not only was he “cute” but also super smart.”

Tony proceed to try to imitate his daughter puppy eyes and her voice, making a lovesick grin while he continued.

“I’m telling you dad! He has the softest brown eyes! And curly hair and he is just- the most handsome boy I’ve ever seen. He is also super smart and- has like all the answers for everything! He is in the decathlon team and seriously dad, he might be smarter than your geniuses in the lab down here!”

“Everyday she would come home with one of her stories about cute brown eyes boy, until she finally discovered your name and told me”

Peter had never felt so confused. Did Y/n liked him since so long ago? Why hadn’t she said anything? They had both been pinning when they could have actually been together?

“So, you see why I’m not into the idea of you guys dating? You’re the one boy that might actually hurt my daughter, or take her away from me”

“I would never do either of those things. I really like her and I know- I know how it feels to lose people, I would never do that to you”

Tony finally loosen up to his words and gave him a side hug, while ruffling his hair.

“I know you mean no harm kid, but she is the most important person in my life, we gotta settle some rules if you really want to be with her”

“I do, and I promise I’ll try to follow them this time”

“So, first rule, no touching kid, even though you already broke that rule, try to keep your hands to yourself”

Peter knew that rule was going to be broken many times, and Tony seemed to realise as he pushed the boy and punched his arm.

“You could at least try! Okay new rule, no touching in front of me, and once the time is right we’ll have a safe talk- but that doesn’t mean I give you permission to bone my daughter!”

“What? No- Of course not! Okay so, second rule?”

“Your job is to protect her, if I’m not around then it’s your duty! Don’t let people find out about her and you being spider man! Don’t let your enemies get close to her or I swear I’ll kill you myself kiddo”

“I won’t let them anywhere near her I promise”

“Last but not least you have to maker her the happiest girl okay? She comes home crying because of you and I’ll make sure you pay for it Peter, and I mean it- especially if you break my rules. There’s nothing I wouldn’t do for my daughter”

“I know Mr. Stark- and also- I- I wanted to apologize for before. I shouldn’t have betrayed your trust, especially after everything you’ve done for me and-”

“I’m sorry Peter, I overreacted- and to be honest, I’ll rather have her date you than any other asshole. Anyways, We should go met Y/n, she must think I already killed you”

With these final words Tony got up and opened the door as he called for Y/n to come in, even though she was probably pretending not to spy on them.

“Everything’s settled then, I have a meeting to go, you guys finish your homework. Goodbye honey”

He kissed Y/n’s forehead, ignoring the surprised look she gave him and stepped out, leaving them alone.

“God what did he told you? I thought I’d heard some yelling in here”

The girl came next to him and cuddled beside him as he hugged her from the side.

“He was actually very cool about it, he even told me some interesting stuff”

She looked at him while Peter played with her hair, a knowing grin in his face.

“What did he told you?”

“Just stuff”

“Tell meeee!”

“He might’ve told me the story about the soft brown eyed boy”

She blushed and hide her face in his chest, as he laughed at her reaction.

“I can’t believe you had a crush on me!”

“Pete stop it! We’re dating!”

“Still! I still can’t believe it tho, we could’ve been dating for almost a year!

“Well, it’s your fault we had to wait all this time! You should’ve asked me out!”

“Well, you never talked to me either! How was I supposed to know you liked awkward dorky Peter?”

“That’s because I always thought you saw me as a mean superficial bimbo girl! I never thought you’d go out with someone like that! At least not when there were a dozen of girls better than me!”

Peter looked down at the girl in his arms and removed the hair from her face, cupping her cheek and bringing her close to him. She looked perfect next to him, looking expectantly at him, trying to get closer before he talked again.

“You’re the only girl for me”

He finally pulled her in for a kiss. This one felt different. It was sweet and slow, making his heart full with happiness. He knew next to her he didn’t had to worry about anything else, he had all the time in the world by her side.

“I guess the wait was worth it”

“It totally was”

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the life and times of chloe bourgeois


The rules of the Bee Miraculous are simple:

        1. Your job is to protect the hive and ensure its survival. You’re the queen, the worker, and the drone.

        2. Bees give chase; they never run away.

        3. Remember that your stinger is lethal—to both you and your enemies.

Chloe promises to keep them in mind when she gets the Miraculous, but like most promises in her life, they tend to get broken.


Chloe often wonders who decided that she was deserving enough to receive the Bee Miraculous. Pollen tells her time and time again that it doesn’t matter—once you’re Chosen, nothing can change that save for dire circumstances. Having created a good percentage of Paris’s akumas, Chloe is sure she’s come close to “dire circumstances” before, but her kwami simply shakes her head and insists that Chloe is worrying for nothing.

“You were chosen for a reason,” Pollen tells her one late evening as she stands on the room of her father’s hotel, staring out over the lit Paris skyline. “You need to stop concerning yourself over what it is and work on living up to it.”

Chloe still wonders.


Meeting Ladybug and Chat Noir for the first time is a whirlwind of luck and destruction.

Chat Noir narrows his eyes the moment she whizzes into battle, knocking the akuma off the Eiffel Tower, like he’s trying to see right through her. The spark that lights up in his eyes tells her that he might have found something she doesn’t even know she was hiding. In the months following that first battle, she’ll wonder what he saw that night that told him she could be trusted, that let him believe they were meant to be friends.

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can we talk about how BEAUTIFUL touka’s eyes are? look at those thick lashes, she stares at you and it’s like boooooooooombshakalaka, my heart dies

Playing Games

Pairing: Seth Rollins x Reader

Summary: You and Seth have been playing this game for months now with neither of you truly admitting your feelings for one another. Though, now that you’ve been called up to the main roster from NXT, some things are going to have to change.

A/N: I have no idea if Seth Rollins is actually allergic to peaches or not, but like if he was, that would honestly be torture because I fricken love peaches and he’d really be missing out on the best fruit ever. 


“Brought you, your favorite, regular Peach Beach with vitamin blend and whey protein enhancers”. 

“Ugh, Lopez, you are far too good to me”. 

“Hey, don’t say I never gave you anything”. 

Gladly, you reach for the smoothie cup placed on the table in front of you and stick the straw between your lips. Seth Rollins - who was always the people pleaser - stands across the table with his arms crossed over his chest, patiently waiting for that sigh of content that always comes from your mouth after gulping down the first sip of your favorite drink. Soon enough, the cold liquid slides down your throat and you move the straw from your mouth, throwing your head back, and letting out a long, satisfying groan. 

God, I can’t believe you’re allergic to peaches, you are seriously missing out on the best fruit”. 

“Eh, I’m more of a pineapple guy myself really.”, Seth shrugs with a growing smirk to match his teasing behavior. 

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I love that what ultimately led to Littlefinger’s downfall is the fact that he didn’t know Arya.

This is a man who has built his life and his entire plan around manipulating the Stark/Tully women. He has always believed that he knows them well enough to predict every move they will make and use them accordingly.

But he never bothered to pay attention to Arya because she didn’t remind him of Cat. His own creepy obsession with Cat blinded him to Arya’s personality, motivations, and talents. She didn’t appeal to him. She was more Ned than Cat, and he already beat Ned, so what threat could Arya be?

I don’t believe that Sansa and Arya were on the same page this whole season. There was real tension and anger between them, and I think that when Arya walked into that hall, she didn’t know for sure what Sansa was going to do.

But Sansa knows Arya. And Littlefinger’s failure was that he thought he did too.

Arya would never want to be Lady of Winterfell. Sansa knows this. She has always known this, because despite the lying, despite the faces, she knows her sister at her core. Littlefinger implying that Arya would want to rule the North was the final push Sansa needed to know she was ready to outplay him.


Sora: Wait what’s happening? Kairi?

Kairi: D-don’t look.

Squall: …maybe now isn’t the best time.

[Nothing can stop Selphie from wearing her mini-skirt of doom. However that and the need to be tall to be seen doesn’t mix well.

Chemistry poster jokes stolen from here and dont tell me she doesnt have 600 posters hanging around her room that’s just plain illogical.]

reminder that Yang Xiao Long got into Beacon Academy through the ‘typical’ method of having attended a combat school, namely Signal Academy, and so her academic prowess was under consideration as well as her combat skill

unlike folks like Blake, who got in through the rigorous entrance exams - really Yang’s the only one we know for sure got through on the typical route. Jaune cheated, Ruby got boosted ahead, Ren and Nora possibly did the same as Blake, and Weiss and Pyrrha had fame and fortune, and Weiss likely private tutoring as well, to bolster their chances

so characterising Yang as book dumb when she shows no signs of being such (she’s never shown nor called out for not paying attention or causing trouble in class, unlike all of team JNPR apparently) is ridiculous, because she more than likely put years of hard work into getting into Beacon

long story short, Yang is set up to be an incredibly smart individual who put a lot of effort into getting where she was

Five Little Words

Characters: Y/N (reader), Jensen Ackles, Natalia (OFC)

Pairing: Jensen x Reader

Warnings: Power outage, bad weather (no one is in danger but it sounds scary), mention of crappy ex, mention of abandonment, Jensen singing (and hell yes that is a warning!).      

Word Count: 3100ish

A/N: This is a three in one ;) I hope I won’t dissappoint anyone. A while ago I did this tumblr game thing where I let people send me a “I wish you would write a fic where…” I told a few people I would do theirs. @chaos-and-the-calm67 said this:

I wish you would write a fic where Jensen and the Reader get stuck in a room when the lights go out (place of your choosing) so they sit in the dark and get to talkin’ and when the lights come back, Jensen asks the Reader out :)

I changed it a little Bev, but I hope you still like it.

This is my entry for @buckysmetallicstump‘s Disney Quote Challenge where my prompt was “You are braver than you believe, stronger than you seem, and smarter than you think.” — Christopher Robin, Winnie the Pooh as well as my entry for @iwriteaboutdean 200 follower challenge where my prompt was “Kiss Me” - Sixpence None the Richer.

Song also used Return to Pooh Corner by Kenny Loggins.

Thanks to amazingly talented @blacktithe7 for betaing this one for me.

No hate towards Danneel intended. Her and Jensen are my otp. This is just fiction. Also no mention of Supernatural in this one so I guess if you prefer to see it as an AU it could be that.

***My fics are not to be saved nor posted on any other sites without my express written permission.***

The storm was raging outside. It seemed to have hit the town out of nowhere. You hated that you had to go out in this weather, but your washing machine was broken. It was your turn to wash your daughter’s softball mini league uniforms, and she needed them tomorrow. So you didn’t have a choice. You sighed as you watched the darkness outside the glass doors  that were almost quivering in the wind. You quietly folded the uniforms as you dreaded having to head home in the storm. Luckily your little girl didn’t pay much attention, she had never been to fond of lightning storms, but she seemed to slowly be growing out of her fear of them. She was too busy playing with her favourite toy, her Winnie the Pooh teddy.

Natalie made you so proud. She was a tomboy who played softball and soccer, and still she was one of the most artistic and imaginative kids in her class. She made up stories and loved drawing little pictures to go with them. She was a special little girl and the light of your life.

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To Build A Home - Chapter 9

Previous chapters: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 

WARNINGS: Nausea/Vomiting, child abuse, and negative thinking. 

Tag list: I just want to say that I’m sorry if you’ve asked to be tagged and I miss you. I’m trying my best but sometimes I lose track :( 
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And a big thank you to @tinysidestrashcaptain for help with some of Logan’s dialogue in this one :)

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Virgil woke up the following Friday feeling as if he’d been hit by a truck. His head pounded, his throat hurt and his stomach was churning.

He managed to force himself to eat at least half his breakfast (so Patton wouldn’t worry) before returning to his bedroom to get ready for school.

He didn’t have much energy though, and he crawled back into bed. Just five minutes, he told himself, just five minutes to rest my eyes then I’ll go.

All too soon, Patton was waking him up with a knock on the door. “Kiddo? Are you ready? Logan couldn’t wait any longer so I’ll have to take you to school!”

Virgil’s eyes snapped open and he glanced over at his clock. He had slept for twenty minutes! He would be late to school for sure.

“Coming,” he called back, his voice hoarse. His movements were sluggish as he tried to convince himself to get up, and he groaned when Patton knocked again.

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takanashi3  asked:

Langst were everyone is stressed cause they haven't found Shiro, and Allura is working everyone to the bone. No one is doing well during training, but lance is struggling the most and barely finishes the training tasks. Allura sends everyone besides lance out to scold him privately(of course hunks wants to stay but Allura isn't having any of that)While Allura is yelling at lance she relieving stress and poor lance doesn't stop her or tell her that the things she is saying are hurting him (1/2)

And because Allura is not paying attention to what she is saying she never notices. When she leaves lance has a panic attack that starts off with him convincing himself that she didn’t mean it only to end up believing what she said and is crying. Hunk comes to check up on him only to find him on the floor sobbing and at some point, the whole team including coran, ends up there trying to comfort lance. When Allura comes to see where they all are no one lets her come close to lance (2/2 I’m sorry) 

You have no reason too be sorry, cause this is beautiful. 

Coran has too tell her what happened and she just feels… so.. bad. Because she truly didn’t mean too be mean too him, she really was just stressed. And of course Keef the over protective bean is like, “you stay away you’ve done enough damage.”  And everyone agrees with him and Allura knows that she messed up, badly. 

Weak When Ur Around - Richie Tozier

Requested: Nope.

Word Count: 2,571 

Warnings: Angst, self doubt, disappointment, underage smoking, talk of abuse, neglect, foul language

Summary: based off Weak when ur around by Blackbear 


part two

July 1989

  Lifting the cigarette she took a drag eyeing the boy in front of her skeptically. “Look here, Tozier. You-” she paused motioning her hand towards him, “-and I, just wouldn’t work. It’d be a big waste of time, and we both know I don’t like wasting time.” 

Richie stared at her with a dead look in his eyes, before a smirk took over his features. “Oh come on, sugar. You-” he said motioning a hand out towards her mockingly, “-and I would be great together. You know it, I know it, and the losers know it.” He smirked, pointing a finger behind him where the remaining losers sat, waiting for their foolish friend to finish his proclamation of ‘like’ as Richie referred to it. When he revealed his plans to the rest of the losers club they told him how bad of an idea it was but he went ahead anyways, despite the previous failed attempts at gaining her attention. 

(y/n) glanced behind Richie, spotting the make shift gang of misfits. Making eye contact with Ben her eyes darted back to Richie’s, but not before she saw the pudgy boy raise his hand in a timid wave. Fighting the urge to smile she lifted herself off the library steps and dropped the cigarette stub on the ground, crushing it under her boot. Faking a smile she looked at over at the prideful boy before her. “As usual it was a absolute pleasure talking to you today, Trashmouth.” Sarcasm dripping from her lips as she turned to leave Richie at the bottom of the stairs.

Richie called after her retreating figure. “I love it when you walk away from me, beautiful! Only makes me want you more!” Richie waited as he watched (y/n) turn the corner and head out of sight before turning back to his friends. Adjusting his glasses he sauntered over to his friends, mimicking the cowboys from the western movies he watched. “I think that went quite well. Don’t you, gentlemen?” 

Richie heard Beverly clear her throat, wanting to be acknowledged. He dismissed her plea with a wave of his hand. “Not now woman! The men of the house are speaking.” Stan rolled his eyes in annoyance as Beverly huffed. The entire group getting annoyed with Richie’s antics. 

“Yeah Richie, that went real well. You’re such a charmer.” Stan said, crossing his arms. “Now you look here, Stanley. One day (y/n) will fall in love with my rugged looks, just you wait.” Walking backwards Richie held out his hands, placing his middle fingers in the air. “Just you wait, gang. Just you fucking wait.” With a final flick of his wrists Richie headed home for the night.

August 1989

(y/n) sat on her roof, overlooking the small suburban neighborhood as she exhaled, smoke spilling out of her mouth as she exhaled. The sun began to set and the houses around her began to light up, casting a dim yellow glow from their windows and mixing with the pink and orange hues of the sky. The sound of shattering glass echoed through the quiet suburbia. Dogs barked wildly in the distance as the shouting began.

In the time that (y/n) had lived next to Richie Tozier she had become accustomed to their fights, and she supposed so had everyone else. Mrs. Tozier yelled loudly, her shouts muffled by the walls. (y/n) still heard her clearly as she yelled obscenities at her son, the noise leaking through an open window. She had only seen Mrs. Tozier a handful of times, all of which she seemed to be intoxicated. Slurring her words and stumbling even in the early hours of the morning when she got the paper.

(y/n) felt a tinge of guilt when she heard the sharp crack of skin on skin contact, a small whine following the sound. It wasn’t the first time Mrs. Tozier had struck her son, and it wouldn’t be the last. Their fights occurring more often as the years stacked up. Time was not on Richie Tozier’s side as his mother’s abusive tendencies started to catch up with him. 

The sky grew darker with every passing second, the colors being masked with black as the stars began to appear. The yelling seemed to subside as (y/n) lifted herself from where she sat on the roof, stretching her arms over her head before throwing her cigarette over the edge. 

Climbing through her window and into her dark room she hastily tightened her boots and stomped down the stairs carelessly. She knew full well her father wouldn’t come home tonight, similar to how he skipped out on her the week before. Taking a glance back at the empty house she opened the front door and stepped out into the night, the occasional street lamp flickering as she began to walk towards the junkyard like she had done so many times before.

Walking past the Tozier household (y/n) hesitated, looking over at the upstairs window she saw a flicker of movement, a flash of black hair disappeared behind the closed curtain. A shadow moving behind it before the light turned off, covering the room in darkness. She looked away from the house and continued her trek to the junkyard.

May 1990

“-And that’s how male seahorses give birth. Rich? Richie, are you even paying attention to me?” Eddie turned to his friend noticing the obvious grimace on his face. “Aw Rich, ease up. Stop staring or else she’ll think you’re a creep.” Eddie nudged his friend finally getting him to stop.

“Its just I don’t understand how someone like her can hang out with someone like him. She deserves better.” Richie spoke in disgust. In the past Richie never had a difficult time ignoring who (y/n) had hung out with, but lately he had a hard time keeping his eyes off her and her newest companion. He looked back to see her holding a cigarette to her lips as the strange boy lit it for her, winking at her in the process. 

“Richie, you’ve gotta get over her man. It’s almost been a year.” Richie grunted in response to Eddie, knowing he was right. Keeping his eyes trained on the scene unfolding in front of him. Leaving the boys side (y/n) departed the school campus and headed down the block. Her back pack swaying against her shoulder as she walked. 

Richie looked at his friend, clasping his back. “Thanks for the advice, Eds. Too bad I won’t be needing it.”  With a big grin Richie grabbed his bag and sped off after her. “Richie! Come on don’t do this again!” Eddie pleaded behind him as Richie got farther and farther away. 

“See you tomorrow, Eds!” 

Continuing his chase after (y/n)’s retreating figure he called out to her. “Hey, (y/n) wait up!” She stopped abruptly, turning to look at the boy running after her. She cocked her head as he stopped in front of her, trying to catch his breath. “What do you want now, Tozier? Pill boy get tired of you?” Richie let out a breathless laugh. 

Recovering from his sprint Richie stood up straight, oozing faux confidence. “Well ya see sugar tits, I saw you and couldn’t help but say you are lethal in those jeans. Gotta give a guy a warning next time.” Pursing her lips to avoid a smile (y/n) looked at Richie in mock surprise “Oh? You really think so?”

Richie grinned, adjusting his glasses as they slid down the bridge of his nose. “Yeah, maybe you could model them for me sometime.” Resisting the urge to laugh she retaliated. “Nice try, trashmouth. I have better things to do.” Turning around (y/n) left him behind on the sidewalk. Despite being rejected yet again, Richie chose to look at the bright side. At least he got to watch her walk away.

July 1990

(y/n) paced around her room in long strides before grabbing her lighter and a pack of camels. Opening her window she climbed out, crawling onto the roof. Looking at her surroundings she lit her cigarette like she had done countless times before, a pass time turned addiction. Exhaling the toxic substance her mind cleared, forgetting the events that had occurred during the day and now she was left with an empty head and the cloudy night sky.

Like clockwork she listened as the fighting began. It continued as normal, glass breaking, curse words being thrown around, and finally the sound of skin on skin contact. But for the first time Richie didn’t scream after he was hit, or whine or cry. This time he laughed a bitter, heartless laugh before every thing went silent. Waiting a moment in confusion (y/n)’s attention was focused on creaking sound of a front door being opened and slammed. A fuming Richie Tozier rushing out. Baffled she watched as he stepped on the sidewalk, pausing as he tried to figure out where to go. 

Without thinking (y/n) yelled out towards the boy. “R-richie? Is that you?” His head snapped up to her spot on the rooftop. “Yeah its me, whats it to you.” 

(y/n) considered herself a very observant person so why she didn’t notice the drastic change in Richie Tozier was unbeknownst to her. The boy she once knew as the trashmouth was hardly recognizable, gone were the bright Hawaiian print shirts and cocky smile. Now replaced with black clothes and a scowl. She noticed the real change when he stepped into the light, his eyes magnified by the large glasses had lost their playful sparkle. Now all she could see was spite and sadness. 

 “Richie come here, climb the tree.” He hesitated before walking towards the tree and climbing it recklessly, meeting you on the roof. Sitting down next to you he picked up the pack of cigarettes grabbing one and lighting it, taking a long drag effortlessly. “You uh, you smoke?” Richie scoffed beside you shaking his head incredulously. “Always have, you just never payed attention.” That’s not true, she thought to herself. She had payed attention to Richie Tozier, ever since he first approached her. Perplexed she looked at the boy next to her in a new light, realizing she didn’t know Richie Tozier, she knew the trashmouth.

September 1990

“Whats your biggest fear?” she asked expectantly, looking over at her friend. “If you had asked a year ago, I’d say clowns. But right now I’d say losing you.” (y/n) sat up after hearing his answer. “What do you mean losing me?” 

Richie mulled over his response, turning towards her. “Well you see, I have nothing else going for me in Derry, just you. Just our late night conversations.” He paused before continuing “I lost the losers, I lost my mom, and one day I’ll lose you too.” 

Turning away from him, (y/n) laid down on the roof, staring up at the night sky. Letting out a deep breathe she spoke the words he had been waiting to hear for two years. “Richie Tozier, I think I’m in love with you.” To the trashmouth’s ears it would have sounded like heaven, it should have been everything he ever dreamed of. Instead it sounded like the laughter he had once heard in the sewers, taunting and teasing him as her confession wrapped around him like a fog. 

Richie’s biggest fear was coming true and there was nothing he could do to stop it. 

“I think I’m in love with you too.” He didn’t think, he knew. He always knew he was in love with her. Had been for a long time, he had fallen in love with the girl who always seemed to have a cigarette between her lips. She made him weak, the fear of losing her made him weak, she made him weak.

For the first time since Richie had laid his eyes on (y/n) he saw her smile. She grinned like the Cheshire cat as she stared up at the sky with her eyes closed. “I know that scares you, Rich. Its okay, it scares me too.” He looked at her seeing a sad smile on her face, continuing. “We are two little people in this big ol’ world, and I don’t know where we’re going but as long as you’re with me it’ll be okay. We will be okay.” 

Scooting over to (y/n) Richie draped his arm around her shoulder. Bringing her close to him as he kissed her on the top of the head. The stars seemed to shine a bit brighter than normal as they stared at them together. 

If only Stan could see them now.

April 1991

Roof tops and nicotine had become a constant for Richie and (y/n) ever since that night one July. They had mended each other, patched up each others hearts without even realizing it. But Derry began to weigh on Richie’s mind. The things that happened in the small town haunted him day and night, and the knowledge that he couldn’t confide in the girl he loved stressed him out even more. She wouldn’t understand, she’d call you crazy

He looked at the cheerful girl next to him as she subconsciously toyed with the laces to the boots she always wore. Pointing out various constellations. She brushed her hair out of her eyes as she looked at him, her smiling dimming as she noticed the expression on his face. “You okay, Rich?” 

He blinked at her, knowing she could read him like a book. “I want to get out, leave Derry. Move to the city.” He could tell (y/n) wasn’t expecting that, her expression changing completely. “Richie you know we can’t, not now. There’s no where for us to go anyways, we have no money, no car. We haven’t even graduated yet.” He shook his head of curls, putting out his cigarette as he tried to make his point.

“Derry just isn’t enough anymore and we hardly show up to school anways. I need to leave before it drives me out of my mind. P-please come with me.” Richie said. His voice breaking as he began to plead. “I need you to come with me, you’re all I have. Please.” (y/n) looked at him sadly, shaking her head no. 

Richie looked away from the girl as her eyes filled with tears. “Rich I don’t understand, why are you only now mentioning this. Is Derry not good enough anymore? Am I not good enough anymore?” (y/n) began to shake as she talked, her emotions getting the best of her.

He picked at the rood underneath him, a welcome distraction to the reality of what was happening. “Its not good enough anymore. Y-you’re just not good enough anymore.” He mumbled quietly, although he knew she had heard him when she released a choked breath as tears continued to stream down her face. 

“Richie you don’t mean it, you don’t.” Maybe she was right, maybe he didn’t mean it, but in the moment he convinced himself he did.

Richie stood up from his spot on the roof and headed for the edge, reaching for the tree as he began to climb down. “I’m sorry, (y/n). I’m sorry I have to do this. Its for the best, I need to leave.” With that Richie Tozier left his everything behind as she watched him walk away, her vision of him clouded with tears.

He had lost the losers, he had lost his mom, and now he had lost her.

Nightcap - Tommy Shelby

Request: Hi :) could you do a Tommy imagine were y/n is his shy assistant and it fairly quiet most of the time, but she is attracted to Tommy but he never really pays much attention to her, until one night they’re both working late and they start talking? (Him maybe teasing her??) please

Nightcap pt. 1 - Tommy Shelby 

Tommy was a slow talker. He took a lot of time to think before he actually had anything to say. It made being his secretary rather trying. Before this you had worked for a man who owned a bottling company. He talked a mile a minute and your brain was offending chasing your hand to catch up when he dictated to you. If it weren’t for how horribly attracted to Tommy you were and how ignorant the man you’d worked for before had been you think you might miss the old boss. Because Tommy took forever to finish a sentence.  

You had replaced Lizzie Stark three months ago and you’d heard (from Lizzie and some of her friends) that Tommy had a tendency of making sexual advances on all his secretaries. Which, in the past, had only been Lizzie Stark. So really, he just had a tendency to have sex with Lizzie. He hadn’t tried anything with you, half the time he didn’t remember your name. He’d spent the first two months calling you a completely different name altogether and it was only when Polly mentioned it that he apologised. But every once in a while he slipped up and misaddressed you.  

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Un vestido y un amor (Te ví)

A Dress and a Love (I Saw You) is a song written by Argentinian songwriter Fito Páez. He wrote this song about, and to, Argentinian actress Cecilia Roth, better known as the muse of the acclaimed Spanish film director Pedro Almodóvar.

At the time the song was written, Cecilia was already married. Fito never thought she would actually pay attention to him due to their seven-year age difference and her being a movie star.

The two of them later got married and even adopted a son.

So don’t you dare tell me this isn’t the BIGGEST flozmin easter egg.

anonymous asked:

Hiya! Love love love the fics you write! It brings a smile to my face seeing the stories you put out :) If by chance you're still taking prompts, could you do one where Bets and Juggy don't really know each other but Jughead gets a job as the pizza delivery guy and Betty (who has a little crush) ends up ordering pizzas frequently just so she could see him

Thanks! And aww this is cute!
Throwing her head on top of her text book, Betty sighed frustrated. What was she doing wrong? It was calculus, her favorite subject, so why was her brain just a pile of mush tonight?

Her parents were away for three weeks, some journalism conference her mother had dragged her father on. The absence of the constant hovering helped her to relax and she took a deep breathe. She was tired, juggling midterms, extra curriculars, and her part time job at the Riverdale bakery, was really taking its toll and she definitely wasn’t getting enough sleep.

Suddenly the sound of her doorbell ringing snapped her out of her thoughts. Dinner. She grabbed the money off her desk and practically ran to retrieve her pizza. Tripping on a sneaker by the door, she stumbled out bumping right into the boy holding the paper box.
“I am so sorry! I just tripped…” trailing off, her eyes widened when she saw the familiar looking boy at her front door.

Jughead jones, mysteriously dark and handsome as ever. She noticed him nearly everyday, he never payed her any attention, but he never really payed anyone any attention. Ronnie always teased her about the way she stared at him in the halls. He was ridiculously handsome, but he hid it behind crown shaped beanies and headphones. She knew for a fact she wasn’t his type, but that didn’t stop her from admiring him.

“It’s okay, gotta watch out for rogue sneakers.” He was smirking shyly, as he held out the pizza for her. She smiled back apologetically handing him the twenty dollar bill.
“It’s Jughead right? We go to school together! I’m Betty. Betty..”
“Betty Cooper” he cut her off “I know who you are” he said quickly, looking away from her face.

She blushed prettily “oh! Well it’s nice to finally meet you, face to face.”
He nodded, shooting her a genuine smile
“It’s nice to meet you too Betty cooper.”

She giggled “well I better get back inside. This calculus homework is kicking my butt.” She groaned

“It’s Friday?” Jughead said raising an eyebrow and smiling.

“Hey, midterms wait for no one mister!” She scolded gently.

He laughed, stepping off of her porch
“I’ll let you get to it then, have a good night ms.cooper” he tapped his nose, walking back to his delivery van.

“Night juggie!” He turned around at the nickname, raising a brow and smiling curiously.

“What?” Betty giggled “I like it. It’s cute.”

Rolling his eyes he turned away
“Whatever you say… bets.”

She laughed, as she walked back inside. Leaning up against the closed door, she couldn’t help the squeal that came from her lips. She totally had to text Veronica.

Saturday night was spent alone again, leaning over a text book trying desperately to memorize the formulas. It was impossible. This whole damn class was impossible.

The doorbell rang, and she nearly jumped out of her skin. Pizza. Jughead? She reallly hoped so. Adjusting the light yellow tank top, she ran her hands over her bare legs, exposed in her barely there sleep shorts. Alright Betty cooper, here we go.

Opening the door, she couldn’t help the grin that spread across her face when she saw it was him. As soon as he saw her smile, he matched it with his own.

“Two times in two days, to what do I owe the honor?”
She giggled “you owe it to my very hungry stomach.” She reached for the pizza.

“What’s got you all on your own on a Saturday night, figured a girl like you would have plans.”
He asked nonchalantly, weighing the box in his hands.
She raised a brow “a girl like me?”

“Popular, cheerleader, captain of the Riverdale track team?” He shrugged

She laughed “I haven’t gone out on a Saturday since I was thirteen. As you’ve mentioned, I’m a bit busy most of the time. Anyway I’ve gotta master this stupid calculus packet, or I won’t be going anywhere for a very long time.” She sighed, leaning against the door frame.

Suddenly his fingers were reaching for her and she stifled a gasp as he plucked the pencil from out of her hair.

“The packet mr.seas gave us? I just finished that this morning. I could help you if you’d like.” He stuck the pencil in his mouth and stared her in the eyes.

She felt her eyes being pulled down to his mouth, gently chewing on the pencil. She snapped back to reality.

“Really? That would be so great! But don’t you have to finish your shift?” She asked concerned, no way was he getting in trouble over her.

He smiled “you’re my last stop of the day. I’ve just gotta drop off the van, I can be back here in half an hour.”

She was practically a bundle of excited nerves now
“Yes! I mean totally, that would be awesome.”

He laughed

“Alright, it’s a date”

They both stared at each other wide eyed, realizing what he had just said, when she saw his mouth move to take it back, she cut In

“It’s a date.”

He breathed a sigh of relief and turned to walk away

“See ya soon sunshine.”