ugh i want to hang out with them so much can you imagine

Rivals? || Peter Parker Imagine

Pairing: Peter Parker x reader

Word Count: 2238 words

Request by anon: hi, can you please do a peter parker x reader imagine where the reader is tony starks daughter or something and she and peter hate each other but they low key have sexual tension or something like that? and the imagine ends with them kissing or something? idk sorry if that didn’t make sense

No spoilers homie

Originally posted by peterbparkerr


Y/N Stark always wanted a normal life. She hated being known as Iron Man’s ​daughter. She hated not being a normal teenager. For her entire life, she was home schooled,being taught from the best in New York. So of course, she wanted to go to a high school, to have the experience of hating her teachers and falling in love.

The first day of freshmen year was strange at Midtown High, most people didn’t know who she was until she told them her name. Rumors had been going around about the infamous Y/N Stark was attending Midtown, but nobody thought of it to be true.

Teachers would kiss up to her, not wanting to face the wrath of her father, Tony Stark. Everyone wanted to be her friend by the Friday of her first week in high school, everyone but one person, Peter Parker. He hated how she got treated like royalty by the teacher and the students, especially Flash, who did anything to get her attention. He hated how her grades were as good as his. The whole school knew about their rivalry quickly into freshmen year.

After Peter got bitten by the radioactive spider that gave him his powers, he knew he had to do something with his ability. Like his Uncle said, “With great power comes great responsibility.” This only convinced him more that he should be out there, protecting the people of New York. He was also happy that he finally got something that Y/N didn’t have.

He would never admit it to anyone, but he thought she was the most beautiful girl in the world. When she was around him, he was captivated by her beauty. They would share glances in the hallway but would both quickly look away from embarrassment.

Y/N didn’t hate him, she tried to be nice to him. She didn’t like how her dad gave Peter all of his attention, but she understood it was for a good reason. The two teens were always battling for first place for everything such as science fairs and debates. They were always neck and neck, him beating her as much as she did him. But, she thought it was cute when Peter did little things like tap his fingertips on his desk when he was nervous or whenever he spoke, she was drawn to his lips. She thought Peter was cute in general.

Most people saw his ‘hatred’ for her as love masked with hate. Everyone thought that by the end of high school the two would be dating. Peter’s friends tried convincing him to talk to her, nicely, but he wouldn’t. Y/N’s friends tried to get the two smartest kids at Midtown High together, but it just failed.

“Hey Dad?” Y/N asked while she sat at the dinner table alone with her father. He looked up from his food, “Hmm?” He mumbled back to her, with food in his mouth.

“Can I go to a-a party tonight?” She questioned, playing with the food on her fork.

“Where is it?” Tony asked, stuffing food into his mouth. Y/N looked up at him, “Queens. In the suburbs. A lot of my friends are going.” She added.

Tony nodded his head, “Fine you can go.” Y/N looked at her dad, eyes wide. “Really?” She exclaimed.

“Yes. But no drinking,” He stated, pointing his finger at her but paused, “Okay. Minimal drinking.”

Y/N smiled widely, nodding her head muttering, “Yeah, yeah of course. Thank you.” She ran up to Tony and hugged him.

She left her chair and went to hug him. “Let me take you.” He said as he hugged her back. Y/N pulled away furrowed her eyebrows, slightly confused at the man, “Why?” Usually if Y/N had somewhere to be, Tony made someone else take her so the act was strange.

Tony smirked, “Come on, you’d be the coolest person there because I have sweet cars.” Y/N nodded her head, agreeing with him. “Okay, well I’m gonna go get ready.” She beamed, running up the stairs.


Tony pulled up to you’re friends house, music blaring and red solo cups already littering the ground. He looked at Y/N, wondering where all the time went. “Ugh, you’re growing up, guess it had to happen sooner or later,” He joked, making Y/N giggle.

“I’m gonna go, I’ll call you when it’s over, or text you if I’m staying the night, alright?” She asked, exiting the car. Some of the teens who were standing outside or just got dropped off were staring in shock. Tony Stark just dropped his teenage daughter off at a party in a, most likely, a very expensive car.

Y/N slammed the door shut, “Bye Dad!” She waved with a smile, waiting for him to drive away.Tony smiled at his daughter, bidding his farewell before speeding away.

“God, she irritates me. She would obviously have her rich daddy drive her here in a cool ass car just to make herself look good.” Peter groaned as he went inside with Ned.

“Or maybe he wanted to take his daughter to a high school party?” Ned suggested, realizing that the statement didn’t make much sense. The boys walked over to the drink table. Booze, booze, booze. Whatever. Peter soon found the fridge and got water, in a red cup so people wouldn’t call him so prude.

Y/N had found a couple of her friends to hang out with. They were already buzzed, she wanted to stay sober just to make sure her friends got home safely.

Halfway through the party, Flash, the host, shouted, “Yo, if anyone wants to play seven minutes in heaven, bring your ass over here!”

About half a dozen people followed him. Everyone at the party was either too drunk to car about his statement or didn’t want to play the game where they were locked in a closet with a stranger. “Come on, let’s go.” One of her friends exclaimed.

“Yeah let’s go.” Herr other friend yelled.

“Um, I don’t think it’s a good idea.” She shouted over the loud music. Her friends rolled their eyes and grabbed either of her arms, dragging her in Flash’s direction. The group of people who wanted to play were already there, sitting in a circle, around a bottle that was resting on a table. She looked at the faces of all the people, and was met with the grimace of Peter Parker.

Her friends found an open spot in the circle so naturally, Y/N sat with them, sitting diagonally across from Peter. “You all should know how the game works. But, to those of you who don’t [cough] Peter Parker [cough].” Flash boomed, making his friends laugh. Y/N felt bad for him, he didn’t deserve to be treated badly. No one does.

“Whoever wants to start, will spin the bottle. Whoever the bottle lands on, you have to go into that closet,” He said, pointing to a closet nearby, “for seven minutes with that person. You can do whatever you want in there cause it’ll be locked. After seven minutes I’ll open the door and yeah. Start the process over again with the person next to you. So, who’s first?”

It was about 4 rounds into the game, and Y/N was getting bored. But she was glad she didn’t have to go in yet. After a pair came out of the closet, with lipstick smeared all over their faces it was Peter’s turn. “Be cool about it, there are a lot of hot girls in this circle man.” Ned whispered when Peter spun the bottle. Peter nodded his head, agreeing with his friend.

The bottle spun slower and slower, Peter’s hands were starting to get clammy. The bottle stopped and he looked up from the green glass. The person sitting in front of it was none other than Y/N Stark. All the teenagers froze, shocked at what had happened. “I-I gotta go,” Peter mutter, standing up from his seat on one of the couches.

“Na-na-na-na no,” Peter felt a hand on his shoulder, turning to see Flash, “You’re gonna go into that closet with your best friend Y/N.” Flash finished sarcastically, pulling Peter over to Y/N, before grabbing her arm and pushing them into the closet. Flash slammed the door closed, making the two flinch.

“Seven minutes starts now,” Flash shouted from behind the door, before walking away towards the group of teens.

It was quiet for about thirty seconds, the two both scared of talking to the other. There was enough space in the closet to leave you both a couple inches apart, but only a couple inches. “Um, I’m sorry you had to do this,” Y/N apologized sympathetically, “I should’ve never come to this stupid party.” She muttered the last part, shaking her head. Peter stayed silent, holding one arm with the other.

“Why do you hate me so much?” Y/N asked, desperate to know.

Peter sighed, “I-I don’t hate you. It’s just,” he paused, not knowing what to say, “I was so used to being the smartest kid in class and suddenly you show up, beating me in nearly everything. I guess I was just, jealous of what you had.” He admitted honestly, slightly frustrated. Looking down in between the two to look at his shoes. “You have everything in the world. You have a lot of money, a rich dad, and a bunch of friends.You’re fucking perfect. I don’t have anything like that.”

“I’m sorry,” Y/N apologized again, feeling bad for him. She started playing with her thumbs, “But, I’m not perfect, I hated what I had. My rich dad gives you more attention now than he gives me because of the whole, superhero thing.” She whispered the last part, not knowing if anyone was listening, “My friends only want to be friends with me because of my name and the money I have. It sucks, ya know?” Y/N finished, a few tears leaking from her eyes.

“I, I didn’t know you felt that way,” He said, regretting the way he has treated this girl for the past couple of years. He moved forward, closing the space between them, moving his hands to cup her cheeks, brushing away her tears with his thumbs.

“You didn’t deserve the way I treated you. I didn’t know what things were like for you. I am so sorry I was so rude to you.” He apologized, leaning his forehead against hers. Y/N reached up and placed her hands on his shoulders, squeezing reassuringly.

“You didn’t know, it’s alright.” She whispered, her breath fanning against his cheeks, and a small, understanding smile on her lips.

“But it’s not alright,” Peter murmured, rubbing one of his thumbs on her cheek. Y/N closed her eyes for a second, “If you kiss me, I’ll forgive you.” He looked at her slightly shocked. But he closed his eyes and tilted his head slightly to the right before leaning in and capturing her lips with his. She closed her eyes once again, putting her arms around his neck and her hands into his hair.

His lips were soft, and hers tasted like candy. Her nose brushed against his cheek, but the act went unnoticed. She started playing with his hair, twirling it around her fingers.

Unbeknownst to Peter and Y/N, Flash shouted that the seven minutes were up. He moved towards the wooden door, not hearing anything coming from the other side due to the loud music. He went to unlock the door. When it opened, he froze. “Holy shit!” Flash shouted making the two kissing immediately pull apart, out of breath.

Peter had a blush rising on his face, mimicking Y/N’s. Most of the people who were playing were curious at what was happening, a crowd forming around the door. “They were just making out!” Flash shouted with a smirk on his lips, making the blush on Peter and Y/N’s face deepen.

“Alright Parker!” Someone in the crowd of people yelled, making Y/N stifle a laugh. Peter glared at her playfully. The crowd of people began to fade away, Flash telling the two to get out of the closet for the next round of people to go in.

Peter and Y/N walked to a place in the house where there wasn’t a herd of people. “So, do you want to go to the movies with me sometime?” Peter stammered, nervous about what her answer might be. Y/N smiled, “I would love too, Peter. Now, go enjoy the rest of the party. I have to go deal with my drunk friends.” She chuckled starting to back away. 

Peter nodded his head understandingly, “I’ll text you then. Yeah?” 

Y/N tilted her heard to the side slightly. “You better. You don’t want to make a Stark angry.” She said with a chuckle, walking back towards her friends.

Peter fist bumped the air, before whispering to himself, “I have a date….. awesome.”

Part Two

frustrating — peter parker

prompt: you and peter both have immense crushes on each other, but say nothing, because best friends aren’t supposed to think about kissing each other

warnings: language and fluff. plus this is super long rip

notes: prompts like this fuck me UP man like I am a sucker for cliché tropes done correctly and in a way that isn’t sexist or toxic. hope you enjoy requests are open! i’m thinking of making a sequel to this bc it’s super cute and I have so much more I want to happen, but y’all can decide if that happens or not :)


Though he hasn’t known you for that long, Peter can’t help but admire you and the person you were constantly. He finds himself thinking about it when his eyes glaze over the room, searching for you landing on you, and he can’t help the corners of his lips tugging up into the softest, most appreciative smile you’ve never seen.

He doesn’t know how, out of the two years you’ve been best friends, you hadn’t notice his wandering gaze and his staring, but he’s glad you don’t catch it. He’s sure that you’d find nothing of it, mainly because that’s just the person you were, but still. There are times when he’d wish you’d notice his eyes poring over your entire being and you’d actually say something to give him an idea of how you feel about him. He doesn’t actually expect you to of course, because by nature you were quite awkward and would never say something that you thought would embarrass you, nor would you ever actually tell him if you liked him. It’s not like he would either.

And it’s not like he thought you would ever like him in the first place.

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Sam Holland Falling for you: Headcannon

  • Alright Sam Holland is such a cutie so I gotta show some love for him
  • So you’d meet Tom first
  • You met Tom while working as an intern on his new movie
  • You two would become the best of friends and after knowing each other for a while you flew home with home
  • He was so excited for you to meet his family
  • So you guys were almost to his house and you were so nervous but excited
  • Tessa would greet you at the door, of course
  • Tessa was so much cuter in person, even though you didn’t think that would be possible
  • Nikki and Dom welcomed you with open arms
  • Nikki told you the twins and Paddy were out doing something but they would be home soon
  • As you guys were chatting on the couch the front door opened and in walked three boys
  • They walked into the living room and you immediately locked eyes with a tall, cute, freckled face boy
  • He literally stopped in his tracks because of how beautiful you were
  • Sure he’d seen pictures of you but those pictures didn’t do you justice
  • “Finally, lads. I want you to meet someone.” Tom says and you guys stand up and walk over to them
  • “This is my friend I’ve been telling you about, Y/N. Y/N these are my brothers. The youngest here is Paddy, then this is Harry, and last but not least we have Sam.”
  • You shake their hands and when you touch Sam’s hand you felt SPARKS
  • You guys sat down on the couch as Nikki and Dom went to check on dinner
  • You sat between Tom and Sam and he’s all :))))))))
  • But then Tom puts his hand on your thigh and then he’s :(((((((
  • Of course you were dating Tom he thought to himself
  • Little did he know you thought of him only as a friend
  • “So, Y/N, We’re sorry you’ve had to spend all this time with Tom, but now you’re with the better brothers” Harry jokes
  • “Fuck off, mate” Tom says and you laugh
  • When Sam heard your laugh he thought the heavens had just opened
  • “What are you so quiet for, Sam?” Harry points out
  • His face turns SUPER red
  • “I’m always quiet.” He replies
  • Tom and Harry look at each other and give evil grins.
  • “Tom and Paddy I need your help.” Harry says out of the blue
  • “With what?” They ask at the same time
  • “No time for questions. This is urgent.” Harry lies and the two follow him
  • Leaving you and Sam alone ;)
  • It was awkward at first but then he decided to ask you about Tom
  • “So, uh when did you and Tom get together?”
  • You laugh
  • “Me and Tom? Dating? No, no we’re just friends.”
  • “Oh so like do you have a boyfriend back home or something?”
  • “No. I’m focused on myself and if someone happens to come along then that’s great, but if not that’s ok too”
  • !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
  • Now that he knew you were single he grew some confidence
  • Nikki called everyone for dinner
  • “How about I give you a house tour after dinner?” Sam asks
  • “I’d love it”
  • AAAAHHH
  • Once again you sat between Tom and Sam at the dinner table
  • Sam’s chair was quite close to yours
  • Your hands would “accidentally” brush up against each other and Tom and Harry would chuckle
  • Dinner was filled with laughter and getting to know the Holland’s.
  • Dinner was finished and you helped clean up
  • Sam thought it was so sweet
  • “Still up to give me a tour?” You ask Sam when you walk into the living room
  • “Tour of what? His bedroom?”
  • Sam gives his brothers a death stare
  • “Come on, Y/N, let me be a gentleman and show you everything.”
  • 10 seconds into the tour and this boy tripped over a chair
  • Poor boy was so embarrassed
  • “I’m sorry I have to laugh. But are you alright?” You help him up.
  • “I’ve been better.”
  • Clumsy by Fergie was literally his anthem when he was around you
  • WHAT A CUTE DORK
  • “This is just a random room/ office.”
  • You look in and see a piano
  • SAM PLAYING PIANO IS MY WEAKNESS OK
  • “Do you play?” You ask and step and to the room
  • “Uh Yeah. A little” He got shy about it
  • “Well I’d love to hear you play some time” You smile at him
  • LASTLY he showed you your room while you’d be staying with them and it was right next to his room :) how convenient
  • It was getting late and you were tired so you went to bed
  • He decided to go to bed BUT COULDNT SLEEP BECAUSE HE WAS SO EXCITED TO SEE YOUR FACE TOMORROW
  • YAY it was finally morning time
  • He walked out to see you and Harry sitting on the couch, laughing
  • He was a bit jealous
  • You were in a T-shirt and athletic shorts with a messy bun but he thought you still looked super beautiful
  • “Good morning, Y/N, how’d ya sleep?” He asks and sits down
  • “I slept really well. Thanks again for the tour.”
  • “Anything for our guest of honor”
  • HARRY ROLLS HIS EYES SO HARD
  • FAST FORWARD TO THE AFTERNOON
  • You guys decided to go on a walk
  • Harry and you had gotten close and we’re walking ahead of Tom and Sam
  • Sam decided to tell Tom he liked you
  • Tom was a little upset because he wanted to ask you out but he could tell you were into Sam
  • You stopped walking so Sam could catch up to you
  • Omgshewaitedformedoesshelikeme
  • “It’s so cold out. My hands are gonna freeze off” you say to him
  • Secretly you hoped he’d hold your hand
  • “Can I, uh, hold your hand? So um it doesn’t freeze of because t-that would kinda suck”
  • Smooth, Sam, very smooth
  • You grabbed his hand and intertwined your fingers
  • “Awwwww” you heard Harry and Tom exclaim
  • Sam flipped them off and you laughed
  • “So I was thinking. I should probably get your number or something so uh we can hang out more and stuff.”
  • “Sam, you guys are literally staying in the same house.”
  • “Thanks, Tom, I wasn’t aware.”
  • Ofc you give him your number and yes he DEFINITELY put cute emojis next to your name
  • UGH I just wanna date Sam Holland is that too much to ask for

A/N: SAM IS SO CUTE AND THERE NEEDS TO BE MORE CONTENT OF HIM ON THIS SITE. Also,this isn’t the best but it’s getting late so I rushed it a little. Kinda wanna make a part two??? If you want a part two let me know

The Like Letter

So. I’m in Bakushima/Kiribaku/WHATEVER-YOU-WANT-TO-CALL-IT (Bakugo x Kirishima from Boku no Hero Academia) hell. And the moment I saw this beautiful picture @siij made (who was also sweet enough to provide the version of it in the fic below), I knew how to break into writing this ship. It is a good ship. I love them.

Cut is for length, not for content.

“What the fuck is this shit?”

Kirishima jumped as he woke up from where he had been dozing on his bed. Bakugo stood over him, waving pieces of paper in his general direction, his cheeks pink around glaring red eyes. At first, Kirishima’s still-sleepy brain thought he was shaking a poor grade at him - no, that wouldn’t make sense, Bakugo didn’t get marks like that. Maybe it was one of Kirishima’s tests?

Then, when he rubbed his eyes, it all started to come into focus. Terrifying, horrible, stomach-twisting clarity.

His handwriting.

A crude little doodle of Bakugo, complete with a huge, angry scowl, spiky hair and a heart.

No way. No way could it be the same… Kirishima’s hands darted in every direction around him, hoping that maybe his heart rate would slow back down once he got a hold of the letters he had been writing before he nodded off. Nothing. Gone. All gone.

No, not gone. They had somehow gotten from the mattress to Bakugo’s room and…ugh, Kaminari. Of course. Not that he would immediately accuse him, but it was hard not to when he tiptoed out of the room behind Bakugo’s back, giving Kirishima a huge smile and two thumbs up. ‘You got this, bro,’ he mouthed, closing the door. Got this?! Kirishima didn’t even have a shirt on! This was the furthest from ‘got this’ you could get!

“Don’t fucking ignore me!”

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New Writing Prompts
  • “How did you lose it?”
  • “What are you listening to?”
  • “What’s your favorite color?”
  • “Well, that’s pretty rude of you to say.”
  • “You’re making me blush.”
  • “Are you flirting with me?”
  • “It’s lonely here without you.”
  • “I can’t stand the thought of a life without you in it.”
  • “Just kiss me already.”
  • “Let’s have a baby.”
  • “We’d make a cute couple.”
  • “I want to take care of you.”
  • “Can we cuddle?”
  • “I need a hug.”
  • “You’re special to me.”
  • “You’re awful but you’re mine.”
  • “You’re cute when you’re angry.”
  • “I’ve liked you for a while now.”
  • “Will you marry me?”
  • “Dance with me!”
  • “So that’s it? It’s over?”
  • “Thanks for nothing.”
  • “Are you upset with me?”
  • “You’re a monster.”
  • “We can’t keep this up forever.”
  • “I don’t need you anymore.”
  • “Why do you hate me?”
  • “I thought you loved me.”
  • “You put us both in danger.”
  • "I don’t understand you.”
  • "This is gonna hurt.”
  • "I don’t really care what you think.”
  • "I can’t do that.”
  • “This is completely different.”
  • "I went easy on you.”
  • “You’re lucky to be alive right now.”
  • “Do you think you could teach me?” 
  • “What could go wrong?”
  • “I didn’t push you…the wind pushed you. ”
  • “Well, if that’s really what you want.”
  • “Listen, I really don’t like you, but you have kittens so I’m going to be over a lot.”
  • “I see you there all the time.”
  • “That’s not a good sign.”
  • “I had to see you again.”
  • “What are you afraid of?”
  • “Come over here and make me.”
  • “Just smile, I really need to see you smile right now.”
  • “Stop interrupting me!”
  • “I came to say goodbye.”
  • “Isn’t this amazing?”
  • “Catch me if you can!”
  • “It’s just your imagination.”
  • “I can take care of myself just fine.”
  • “Just shut up and kiss me.”
  • “How long do we have?”
  • “Am I ever going to see you again?”
  • “You make me feel invincible.”
  • “Leave me alone.”
  • “You need to leave.”
  • “I hate how much I love you.”
  • “That’s starting to get annoying.”
  • “How did you find me?”
  • “I don’t want to talk about it.”
  • “You can’t just sit there all day.”
  • “I’ve liked you for a while now.”
  • “Don’t argue. Just do it.”
  • “I wasn’t going to wait around forever.”
  • “You deserve better than me.”
  • “Could you be happy here, with me?”
  • “Do you wish things had happened differently?”
  • “The world revolves around the sun, but my world revolves around you.”
  • “Enough with the mind games!”
  • “Promise me you’ll stay safe?”
  • “Did you just freaking boop me?!”
  • “You will always be my everything.”
  • “Catch me!”
  • “That’s the first time I’ve died in a while. Guess I was overdue.”
  • “I love you. I hope you know that.”
  • “I bought this because I thought you’d like it.”
  • “I just feel safe with you. Like nothing bad can happen.”
  • “I don’t like when you say things like that. To me, you’re perfect.”
  • “I like it when you say my name.”
  • “I love kissing you.”
  • “I’m just glad you’re safe. I wouldn’t know what to do if I lost you.”
  • “You’re so beautiful.”
  • “I’m really lucky to have you.”
  • “Don’t tell me not to worry, because I’m going to do that anyway.”
  • “I made you some breakfast.”
  • “If you’re so cold, why didn’t you say something? Come here.”
  • “I guess time flies when you’re with somebody you love.”
  • “No, I don’t want to say goodbye. Not now.”
  • “I think I might be better off without you.”
  • “Don’t tell me what to do.”
  • “I don’t want to do this without you.”
  • “Stop yelling and listen for a second.”
  • “I just want you to be safe. I couldn’t live with myself if something happened to you.”
  • “Please, just…be safe. Come back to me.”
  • “I’m so, so sorry.”
  • “But I only just got home.”
  • “Don’t say that. You’re going to be okay.”
  • “Please don’t leave.”
  • “Why would you think something like that?”
  • “I thought I’d never see you again.”
  • “You can’t just leave like this.”
  • “I missed you so much.”
  • “Like what you see?”
  • “I’ve been thinking about you all day.”
  • “Try to stay quiet, understand?”
  • “I didn’t know you were so sensitive.”
  • “Don’t be so rough. There can’t be any marks.”
  • “I like it when you say my name like that.”
  • “I really don’t care. You still look hot and I’m trying not to kiss you senseless right now.”
  • “Hey, remember that ‘if I ever see you again, I’ll be morally and legally obligated to kill you conversation’ we had a while back?”
  • “I asked for a helpful opinion, not…whatever that was.”
  • “I was trying my hardest to mind my own business, but you’ve really done it now. I have to know.”
  • “Disappointment comes in many shapes and size, you know? Mine comes in the shape of you!”
  • “I can’t believe you’re making me do this. It’s humiliating.”
  • “People see your scowl and run for the hills. I can’t have this when my guests come over.”
  • “Some of this was found in the ship, the other half found in a cave. Aliens? Confirmed.”
  • “Maybe this place wasn’t as haunted as people claimed it to be…wait, what was that?”
  • “None of this is going to matter when I can change the outcome.”
  • “Let’s leave this to the professionals, because we most definitely are not.”
  • “It’s incredibly hot out, so why am I still cold? Ugh.”
  • “Something about this is fishy, but I can’t put my finger on what.”
  • “This disappointment on my face is for you.”
  • “It’s a good day when I don’t have to see you before six thirty in the morning.”
  • “Isn’t that what friends do? Look out for each other? So that’s what I’m doing.”
  • “My ‘good enough’ barely scratches their ‘this is how things should be’.”
  • “Taking things for granted is what I do, apparently.”
  • “I’m not proud of my actions, hence the change. I don’t think there’s anything bad about that.”
  • “Oh come on, you can’t chase something that doesn’t exist.”
  • “I have yet to have an opportunity to say ‘I told you so’, but if I hang around long enough, I know I will.”
  • “I know about three people in this world and I trust none.”
  • “Something tells me this nightmare isn’t over. Not yet.”
  • “I wanted to show you how genuine I am about this.”
  • “I cannot convey to you how much you irritate me on a good day, let alone a bad one.”
  • “All of you are to blame for this, but I can’t say I’m surprised.”
  • “The last person I’m going to listen to is you, if I’m being truthful.”
  • “Must you be so quick to judge?”
  • “Hey, nerd! Go kick their butt.”
  • “You are loved.”
  • “Morning, lovely. I see you got out of bed. I’m proud of you.”
  • “I’ll do whatever it takes to keep you happy.”
  • “Someone, someday, is going to write a sappy poem about you. And even though it’s super cliche, you will love it to pieces. You’re so adorable.”
  • “I hope you have a wonderful day.”
  • “You are your worst criticizer, seriously, all those things you’re worried about, they are absolutely fine.”
  • “Keep going, love.”
  • “Look at you, you’re amazing.”
  • “It’s okay, you’re allowed to cry, just let it all out.”
  • “You’re strong and I care about you.”
  • “I love and support you.”
  • "You’re numb. You’re tired. You can’t seem to do anything. You want to give up. Well, I’m here to say, please. Just one more push, just one shower, one tiny task, one more day of looking after yourself. It’s hard, but I’ll be here on the other end, I’ll be there when you close your eyes tonight and you picture me, with the biggest smile on my face. One more, for me, for you.”
  • “A woman has needs, sir. And right now I very much need to break every bone in your body.”
  • "Did you fall out of love?”
  • “I knew it was a mistake from the beginning.”
  • “I can’t talk to you anymore. Goodbye.”
  • “I’ll be gone by Tuesday. Can’t keep them waiting forever, can I?”
  • “I’m sorry I couldn’t help you then.”
  • “Please don’t let go. I don’t want to be alone yet. Just hang on a little longer.”
  • “I don’t wanna die yet! Please! I don’t wanna die!”
  • “I have so much I need to say, please, let me stay long enough to speak, please.”
  • “Just let me go already. I have nothing left in this life. Let me move on.”
  • “I can’t feel it. It’s just gone, like it was never there.”
  • “I want to run again, please. I don’t care, just let me run!”
  • “You let her die because you were a coward, you don’t deserve my pity just because you feel guilty.”
  • “I don’t want them to see me like this. I can’t let them.”
  • “You can’t just give up. Please, please they need you. I need you.”
  • “Just stop…please. It’s not going to work.”
  • “This can’t be happening. I just…I just started! It’s not fair.”
  • “You’re just going to let her die?”
  • “You’re pathetic. A parasite. If anything, you’re the predator, not prey.”
  • “I’d do anything for you but would you do the same for me?”
  • “I don’t know, and I’m sorry but that’s not the kind of person I am.”
  • “Look, I don’t mind taking sketchy jobs. What I mind is being lied to about whether these jobs are sketchy.”
  • “I’d say I’m doing this because I’ve lost control of my life, but let’s be honest: I never had a handle on anything.”
  • “There are worse people to be stuck here with, I suppose, but that doesn’t make me feel any better about it.”
  • “As fascinating as this is, I have other things I’d rather be doing. Like sleeping.”
  • “I’m too cute to stay mad at. Wouldn’t you agree?”
  • “This isn’t the endgame I dreamed of. So disappointing.”
  • “I can’t imagine that this is what we were supposed to do. It seems too easy.”
  • “The struggle I’m experiencing is not being able to find the right color. It’s so frustrating.”
How to become a good student (again) 3: Yearn for friendship - not worship; not debasement

Hello, fellow ex-good student!

‘tis done! This beast just got longer and longer, so I decided to cut it down a bit for the sake of readability. But let me know if there’s something that was too vague - the nuance might have got lost in the editing process.

Alright, let’s get down to business (to defeat! The Huns!)! So, if you’re an ex-good student, I’m pretty sure that you know this static in your head, right? Whenever you really need to do something but you just can’t get up and do it, so you keep procrastinating even though you hate it and keep scrolling and scrolling or gaming and gaming and feel more and more guilty?

Well, it might not be the most immediate analogy, but for this post I want you to consider that what connects you and your subject of study is essentially a relationship and that this static is (among other things) an indicator of how screwed up your relationship is. Just like with real people, your relationships with subjects can either

  • prosper and bear fruit (me & Creative Writing)
  • become cold and distant (me & French)
  • or, worst of all, turn sour and actively harmful. (me & PE, back in school)

Now, nobody likes to hear that they’re relationship-ing wrong. And it is true that different approaches work for different people. But here are the counter-productive relationships that I’ve personally ended up in and I’m gonna show you how I got into and out of them, so you can try to do the same. Maybe it’ll help you lift that static from your head.

Side-Note: Always remember that, since your subjects are just that (subjects), and not real people, you are the only one who can actually mend these relationships and, conversely, you are the one who screwed them up in the first place (probably with good intentions, though).

So, we’ll take them in this order:

1) Overeager Debasement

2) Undereager Debasement

3) Worship


(Oh, and in case you wanna catch up:

Masterpost 

Part 1

Part 2)


1) Overeager Debasement

What is it?

The desire to do everything, perfectly, at the same time, right now. Not to limit yourself to just one field of study, but to master them all, to reign supreme above knowledge, to keep your mind wide open to new possibilities, similarities and contradictions.
You overvalue your own capacities and undervalue the needs and difficulties of your subject.
(also refer to the first post for this)

How did you get here?

(read picture from right to left)

So. Many. Possible. Reasons.

  • it’s a cage. The idea of doing just one thing for the rest of your life scares you and you feel imprisoned at the thought of it
  • you know that you could be outstanding if you applied yourself
  • you know that you could be even more outstanding if you became accomplished in multiple fields
  • you want to find connections between fields nobody’s ever considered before
  • you feel like you’ve wasted your last few years and need to catch up to others
  • you’re afraid that you’re not good enough
  • you’re afraid of being ignorant
  • you’re arrogant

No matter the reason (I’ve gone through them all), people caught in this state of mind shovel more and more onto their plate.
And then wonder why they can’t swallow it all.

What do you think you’re doing?

A labour of love, most likely. You think you love languages and sciences and athletics and programming and cooking and hanging out with friends and being alone and so you just want to do it all!
You don’t want to limit yourself! You don’t want to lose any time! But there’s just so much and you have so little energy and ugh, if only I wasn’t destined for greatness, then I could relax like other little people, but no, I need to keep pushing! In every! Direction! At the same! Time!

I know your delusion. I’ve been there. You imagine yourself to be that one perfect friend who gets up at 6am, watches the sun rise, does yoga, eats a healthy breakfast, goes for a quick run, comes back home, answers all correspondence, is artistic for a few hours, then scientific for a few hours, then social for a few hours and ends the day with tiny masterpieces in each area, goes out with friends or family to grab a healthy dinner and goes to sleep, happy and balanced :)

Well, you know what, my starry-eyed friend?

What are you actually doing?

You’re the mental equivalent of a social butterfly.
You’re being fucking disrespectful.

You’re always on the run and never able to really commit to anything, because you’ve already scheduled something else afterwards. You’re shallow, deluded, that one friend that always comes in running, screaming “Besties  ~ ♥” and everyone shifts uncomfortably in their seats and smiles a painful smile and humours you, because they know you mean well, but they also know that you know nothing about them. 
You’ve never been there for them ever, but always expect them to be there for you. Whenever they want to talk about themselves, you nod and then proceed to about yourself and your plans and “ohmygosh, this is so nice, we need to meet more often ~ ♥ “. But at least you mean well, so they’ve agreed to keep it simple and on the “The weather is nice today”-level with you. 

But here you are, wondering why you’re not making any progress.
Mysterious.

So what do I do?

Well, you need to go from this:

To this:

How? More on that below.


2) Undereager Debasement

What is it?

This stage is what happens when you notice that your lofty ideals from Overeager Debasement cannot be fulfilled. You turn bitter, hateful, cold. You think you’re a failure, you think you were too soft. Instead of wanting to be friends with everyone, you now want to rule over everyone, fuck what they want.

You’re burnt out. You’re done. You just want to get through these stupid classes and catch a goddamn break, goddamnit.

And you WILL get through. You’re too proud to do anything else. But you don’t really care about any of it.
You just want to make it.

How did you get here?

If you were a good student, you probably heard at some point or another that you were “different” and that your complex and mysterious ways were not understandable and definitely not achievable for your average classmate.

Most people who tell you this mean well. A few want to make fun of you, but most actually do mean it as a compliment. But they don’t know how dangerous it is to hear it again and again, because regardless of whether it’s true or not, you start to believe it.
You start to believe that somehow, you have a higher calling, a higher standard. And you start to long for that day when your high standards will be met - when you will go to that one mysterious class where everyone is just as eager as you are, where the “Oh, captain, my captain!”-teacher will spark a fire in your brain that will never go out and when your ominous “gifts” can finally be put to good use for the prosperous future of mankind.


And you work.

And work.

And the class never comes.

You feel the weight on your shoulders when teachers talk of “high expectations”, you feel it crush you a little bit every time your friends tease you about your genuine fear that you might not get an A, that you might lose it all, that your “gifts” could disappear and you’ll be stranded and useless and you put in the hours, you work your ass off to keep that high standard, all in the hope of having that one miraculous class that never comes.

I realized that that class would never come when I entered university.

University, I’d told myself, would be my Arcadia, my Eden, my academic paradise where all my hard work would be rewarded!
Instead, I only found more drudgery, more incompetent professors, more disinterested students and even more bureacracy. To say that I was “disappointed” would be putting it very lightly.

I became disoriented and disenchanted. I realized that I could get through most classes with half-assed effort, I was hardly ever challenged, I floated along and hated every second of it. I blamed my boring teachers, the imperfect system, the teachers who had given me hope only for me to watch it crash and go up in flames.

What do you think you’re doing?

Being badass, cool and detached, most likely.

You dream of yourself as a master and your subjects as slaves. They bow to your will, they dance to your tune, you command them with the snap of a finger.

“Look, you slave of the system”, you say, lying on a velvet sofa, “Look, at how it hardly takes any effort for me to pass these classes! Look at how I spend my time doing things I actually like and that are actually worth it, unlike these stupidly easy classes taught by stupidly incompetent professors in a stupidly screwed-up system! Look at me, being edgy and drowning in self-hatred because I can physically feel myself gliding off the rails that made me so “special” and becoming one of the average people in the masses, haha. Ha. Ha. Screw academia, but still give me good grades, amirite?”

I know your delusion. I’ve been there. You imagine yourself to be that one perfect friend that never studies for classes, comes for three lectures per semester and still manages to get perfect grades because everything you do in school is, like, so five years ago. That one friend who has read all the classics in their spare time, has conquered and enslaved all the knowledge actually worth knowing, will quote obscure Polish philosophers you’ve never heard of and plays the piano with a perfect pitch. They’re the wisest, most culture-non-conforming people you know - they’ve been up until 5am, wandering the streets and drinking vodka from a bottle while forcefully pentrating the mysteries of the universe all by themselves until they finally fall asleep on a park bench and awake with an epiphany about Klein bottles.
They’re “special”.

What are you actually doing?

Caring more about appearing “special” than actually trying to be “special”, that’s what you’re doing.

But, look, what made you so “special” and “different” in the first place was not a “calling” or “gifts” or the fact that you wrote good grades and were destined for greatness.

Here’s a handy chart I’ll use later - you were lucky enough to fall into the green zone, lucky enough to be born with an innate respect and a love for learning. That’s what made you “special”. That’s what made you succeed. Not pressure, not warped ideals and certainly not the fear of failure.


But somewhere along the way you forgot that and only focussed on the results. You started to believe yourself to be so special that everybody else should cater to you.
The fancy titles, the awe-struck looks, the “You’re so amazing”s and the “The genius of a decade”, the planned Nobel prize speech and the prestige, the dream others had lovingly created for you and you had slowly absorbed and warped as your own? It got to you. Hell, it got to me.
And it became more important than learning itself.
Somewhere along the way, you and I, we became an arrogant and lazy assholes.

You looked down on your easy courses and homework and instead of recognising how lucky you are, doing it in a minute and a half and then putting in the extra work on top to dig deeper and to maybe contribute something of value and fun, you threw it aside with a snide remark as beneath you.
Of course it wasn’t fun. Of course it wasn’t challenging. You never even tried to make it either.

(And don’t get me wrong: I honestly do think that the education system as it is right now needs MAJOR reforms. But right now? It is what it is. And instead of making the best of it and doing what you once loved so much, you succumbed to societal pressures you found yourself unable to fulfill and said “meh”.
You cared so much about the fame and the title that the relationship itself didn’t matter.)

But this isn’t the master-slave relationship you imagine it to be.
It’s a trophy-friendship. Once upon a time, you got on really well with this person and other people loved your friendship. You fell in love with the ideal, with their connections, their money, their prestige, their name on a CV, and you stuck around just for that.
You valiantly ignore the reality of the state of things between you two
and take them out only when absolutely needed, only when things are this close to falling apart and so you keep walking a fine, fine line.
Whenever a deadline approaches, you shower them with attention and love and, gingerly, they open up to you and you see a depth and complexity to them that astounds you and makes you think “Imagine! Imagine how much more I could have seen if only I’d started earlier?”
But the moment the crisis has passed, you toss them aside once again.

Because this is enough to make your name.
You may not remember much about these nights or about the person at all, but the only thing that counts is that it will fulfill your “special” prophecy and make you a legend, right?

Well, always remember this:
(read picture from right to left)

You’re not “special” if you made it to university. You’re not “special” if you’ve made your name. 
It comes down to a simple choice: do you value appearances over integrity or the other way round? Do you dare to look like a fumbling idiot again when you start something new? Is the “appearing like an idiot”-part more important to you than the “learning/creating something new”-part? 
Have a think about it.

3) Worship

“Alright”, you’ll say, “Alright. I get it. So I’ll treat my “friends”/subjects with respect and integrity and I’ll take all the time and concentration I can bestow upon them, just as I would upon real friends. But do you want me to be like, uh - like…

What is it?

“…like one of those anime characters that lives only for their dream and gets up at like 6am, does the thing, talks about the thing, breathes the thing, goes to bed, dreams of the thing and then wakes up at 6am to do the thing?”

(Google: Did you mean Hinata Shouyou?

Yes, yes, I did, google.)

Well, no, I don’t want you to do that. See, that’s the other extreme and unless you’re an anime character, chances are that it won’t work out for you. 

How did you get here?

Personally, I was caught in this trap for a loooooong time. Anime offered me a new way of relating to my passions that neither my family nor my school had ever shown me: unabashed obsession.
I wanted to be perfect. I wanted to be obsessed. I wanted to give myself up to a higher ideal, something above human consciousness, something that would endure. I wanted to, well, get up at 6am, do the thing, talk about the thing, breathe the thing and so on - “the thing” in question being, of course, studying. I made elaborate plans, complicated lists, study-plans that shift on a daily basis and cover all grounds, I wanted to study for two hours before school, wanted to repeat lessons, wanted to give myself up to knowledge, made cool covers for my notebooks, made mock exams for my friends to use, planned to focus on each continent for a month and study it, planned to listen to one new composer each day, planned to go to the museum every week, planned to analyze Sherlock Holmes and think just like him, planned to - you get the idea.

I wanted to be like this:

What do you think you’re doing?

Being but a humble servant to the eternal workings of truth. Knowing thou art unworthy, yet suffering the perfection of study.

I wanted to go from 0 to 100, I wanted knowledge and wisdom to transform and deliver me, I wanted to feel enlightened, I wanted to feel my brain burning, pushing frontiers and breaking through to new horizons, I wanted to elevate myself to touch even the lowest levels of truth.
I wanted to do something noble, something worthwhile, something that could never be critisized and would always be valued, something with eternal meaning that would echo through the ages and I wanted to be even the tiniest cog in the machinery of mind.

What are you actually doing?

Being, quite simply, an idiot.

This is one of my favourite quotes (David Wong):

“There are two ways to dehumanize someone: by dismissing them, and by idolizing them.” 

The same goes for studying. As shown above, studying won’t work out if you do not treat your subjects with respect. Conversely, studying also won’t work if you continue to idolize it as work beyond all work and reproach, as the only true calling, as the realm of the genii and by self-flagellating yourself and repeating “I’m but a humble servant in your kingdom of reason and will never reach where you are, but will spend all my time trying to reach you.” 

Why? Because by saying “I’ll never reach you or be worthy of you”, you’ve already sealed your fate. Some students (no matter how well they actually perform) are stuck thinking that they are stupid and incapable of doing well. Others think that the trick is in the preparation and they undergo complicated rituals of finding exactly the right study spot, exactly the right study drink, exactly the right study time, etc. in the hope of channeling the connection between their godly subject and themselves, but it never turns out quite as glamorous as they’d hoped (once again, speaking from experience).

This is because you cannot force a true friendship if you think yourself unworthy of it. It will always be worship. 

And why are you worshipping?
Because it takes the pressure right off of you
. This always annoyed me about some of my fellow students. They treated becoming a good student as this miraculous and unlikely event that only happens to the #blessed.
I insisted that “no”, it could be done. “Yes”, it was hard work, but ultimately absolutely doable. But now that I’ve been in their shoes? I understand.
Admitting that you could have done it anytime implies failure on your part for not having done it. By saying “Oh no, it is so very complex and divine and a lowly worm like me could never hope to crawl in its shadows”, you shift the focus away from yourself and onto the thing itself. 

But this is a synthetic, manufactured relationship with a partner that does not even exist. It is, at its heart, a kyaa  ~ I hope senpai notices me! (๑♡⌓♡๑) - kind of relationship. It’s idolizing not a person’s true character, but their appearance, their aesthetic and the values that they represent for you. It’s not really listening to what they’re saying, but warping their words so they fit into your perfect idea of them.
Just, unlike with undereage debasement, you do not play pretend that everything’s fine and secretly hate the other person deep down - you honestly idolize them to heaven and back, so you could never possible reach them.
You’re using them to fill in the holes in your own personality.

And that … just isn’t fun? I dunno about you, but treating studying as something that must be done perfectly with exactly the right pen and the perfect face-mask after the right smoothie and in the right lighting by a window overgrown with ivy and with perfect concentration from the first moment and unwavering, knightly passion and exact planning from 6am to bedtime all because I know deep down that I will not be able to fulfill these ideals and thus don’t have to feel bad about not reaching them just … isn’t for me. I don’t like my relationships to be all overstructured and “perfect” and high maintenance like that.

I want my friendships and my studying to be authentic. And that means that sometimes it’s messy and sometimes it’s hard and sometimes it’s quoting Keats while lying on the floor at 2am in the morning and chugging milk out of a carton, but it’s real.
I truly do understand this longing to make studying look pretty and like a magical realm, because when you’re in the flow that’s really what it feels like. But the beauty comes along with the practice, not the other way round.

No, but honestly - what do I DO then?


Y’remember Hippogriffs from Harry Potter? That’s how I imagine my subjects. Approach them carefully, honestly, maintaining eye contact and as equals and they will respect you. This scene:

This scene is what I’m talking about. 
If you were in a worship-state, you would only admire them from afar, gushing over how beautiful they are, but sad that they would never deign to even look in your general direction. (think of all the subjects you thought would be way too difficult for you)
If you were in a debasement-state, you’d either try to make friends with all the hippogriffs, hopping from one to the other and forming no bond with either or you’d “tsk” disdainfully and try to force them to obey you against their will. (*cough* Malfoy *cough*)

If, however, you’re in the green, there will be mutual respect between you and you will be able to fly.

So what does it mean to be in the green? 
It means not to do any of the above, obviously, so 

  • take your time for and invest brainpower into each and every one of your subjects - be a good friend. Be there. Listen. Even if they have crazy ideas at 4am in the morning. 
  • appreciate your subjects and know that they are more than the teacher who tries to get you to know them. Sometimes, some people just have a really shitty PR department (especially maths)
  • don’t think too much or too little of yourself. You can do amazing things, but that does not give you the license not to do amazing things anymore, rest on your laurels and expect others to applaud you for it. 

  • some relationships take longer than others to build, but getting to understand someone who puzzled you from the first moment and challenged your beliefs will improve your own personality as well
    (side-eye at PE. Yes, I love you now, you crazy athletic bastard)
  • do it for the sake of the relationship itself, because you enjoy their company. Results are presents which, although very much appreciated, should not be the main motivator to keep you going.
    This essentially means that you should think of studying as hanging out with a friend - already makes it seem so much more inviting and way less daunting, does it not?

    (Logic and I, being saltmates. Real friends judge other people together)
  • be aware that all friendships go through rocky patches and some subjects might take a while to warm up to you or you to them. But if you think that it’s worth it, then you gotta power through that. If you don’t think it’s worth it, you gotta be brave enough to say good-bye. 


Look, what I’m actually saying is … be Souma Yukihira from Food Wars.

Food Wars is a crazy and at times pretty pervy manga/anime, but I’ll be damned if it isn’t also one of the best pieces of fiction I’ve ever consumed and if Souma isn’t one of the most admirable main characters I’ve ever encountered.  

The relationship between him and cooking is filled with trust, love and equality. He trusts his cooking skills, because he knows that they have spent a long time together - cooking won’t let him down and he won’t ever let cooking down by stopping to look for ways to improve.

That doesn’t mean, however, that he’s always deadly serious - he loves to play around with cooking and to try ridiculous new things. He never forgets the joy that even the simplest form of cooking brings him. 

There’s one great episode where he puts his life as a chef on the line and someone fearfully asks him what he’d do if he lost. He shrugs and says he could become a lawyer or a teacher or something. So while he loves cooking profoundly, he does not worship it and he knows that there are other relationships he could build up if he had to. He just …doesn’t want to, because cooking is his bff. 

He loves to take on challenges to see how far he and cooking have come -

- and he takes challenges very seriously -


- but takes it even more seriously if he loses -

- and nonetheless knows that they are stronger for the challenges they have faced together. 

So, yes, this is what it means to be in the green. Cherish your friendships, hang out together, be honest, funny, clever, curious and you. 

You’ll be surprised at how much fun the two of you will have, now that all the pretensions and pressures are gone. 

Just …hang out and have fun.

(and maybe watch Food Wars!, because damn, Souma is the MVP of my inspirational heroes)

Have a great day and I’ll see you in the next (and hopefully shorter) part 4 :)

stardustsantiago  asked:

mike and el after the snowball with their friends, trying to find a time alone before she has to go back with Hopper and Owens!

(sorry i was slow getting to this, but i finally did it! i kind of ran with the prompt it’s not exactly what you asked for, hopefully it’s still good

can also be read on AO3 here)

With all of the people around them, there might as well only be two. The fancy decorations and loud music are only a faint distraction; the chaperons standing on the edge, everyone else surrounding them on the dance floor. It’s all background noise for Mike.

“El.” He says it once he’s sure he can trust his voice again, when his head has (mostly) stopped spinning after he feels what it’s like to kiss her again, the way it feels like the first time every time.

She looks up, her eyes questioning for only a split second. Her lips are parted in an almost smile and Mike sends a prayer he won’t have to wait 353 days to kiss them ever again.

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Request: please write about what the bts rapline would be like as boyfriends!! Thanks!
Members: Namjoon, Yoongi, Hoseok (BTS)
Genre: Fluff
Vocal line here x

Namjoon:

  • Sweet dimpled man,,, Protect Him 
  • A very thoughtful and observant boyfriend!!!
  • He thinks that one of the ways people can show they care is by noticing all the little facts and details about their s/o so he always tries to keep an eye out for your little quirks 
  • Even in the beginning he gets little facts about you down SO FAST like on your fifth date he’s telling the barista your order because he already knows what kind you like to drink on Tuesdays from when you talked about your favorite drinks on the second date 
  • It’s kind of extra but also really sweet cause he tries sO HARD 
  • The longer you guys date the more he knows about you to the point and vice versa where the other members are like “are you guys just dating or have you been married for the past 37 years???”
  • YOU BET YOUR BUTT THAT THERE’S GONNA BE COUPLE CLOTHES
  • Not like the cheesy kind, but you guys would totally coordinate outfits 
  • Takes lots of pictures of you guys together in those outfits that are super aesthetic and he makes sure you both have one of them as your homescreens 
  • Side note Jungkook might look up to you if he date him??? Cause he looks up to Namjoon so much that anyone who dates his leader must be a super cool and amazing person
  • Which of course you are love u reader <333
  • Not really the jealous type, it would take a lot to make him get irritated in that aspect
  • He only gets jealous if someone is flirting with you and you’re not actively telling them to buzz off 
  • However even if he doesn’t get jealous, if he sees someone flirting with you he will be on that shit in a SECOND 
  • He doesn’t want you to feel uncomfortable and he knows that unwanted flirtations can make that happen
  • So he’s quick to wrap an arm around your waist or hold your hand and introduce himself all pleasant, not wanting any confrontation but wanting to make it clear that no!! You didn’t want to be flirted with thank you very much!!
  • Wants to travel with you and take you all kinds of places
  • Has a whole list of places he wants to take you to, and under the names of those countries are destinations and attractions there that he wants to see with you while you two are there
  • Keeps it hanging on a corkboard above his desk for motivation 
  • Also keeps photos of you in his office for inspiration for new songs and even more motivation 
  • His favorite is the one where you’re in his arms and he’s smiling and you’re kissing his dimple UGH Y'ALL ARE HELLA CUTE I’M GONNA GET A DAMN CAVITY 
  • The best person to go to when you have a problem
  • He’s a very logical person yes but he’s also an emotional one??? He has a perfect balance of both so he can sympathize and offer comfort but also help you work through the rough spots
  • Basically he’s husband material LOL

Hoseok:

  • Listen if you date this boy get ready to have a 24/7 beacon of support and positivity in your life you lucky fr*ck
  • Boyfriend more like your own personal hype man
  • He’ll be supportive of absolutely and everything that you’re interested in or what to do 
  • You: I think I’m gonna bake cooki-
  • Him: Do it you’ll do amazing I love you you’re so wonderful
  • Loves to teach you to do things he knows how to do!!! If you ever want to learn a choreography he’ll either learn it with you or help you every step of the way (probably both)
  • If you wanna learn something that he doesn’t know that’s great too!! So long as you want him to, he’d love to learn it with you!! 
  • Imagine a cooking class with Jhope tho
  • Or a knitting class
  • Literally take him to a knitting class and watch all the middle aged and elderly ladies fawn over what a kind boy he is and how cute you two are together I’m wheezing
  • LEARN GIRL GROUP DANCES WITH HIM HE’D BE SO HAPPY
  • Half his camera roll is you guys dancing to girl group dances together and selcas of y’all wearing matching caps 
  • Loves to kiss you!!
  • Especially just like. All over your face. BUT SOMETIMES HE GETS EMBARRASSED AFTER DHSJDFHJ 
  • He thinks your giggles when you do it are SO FREAKING CUTE tho so he does it a lot anyways 
  • Big fan of squishing your cheeks together to
  • It puckers your lips up and makes them much easier to smooch hehe
  • HE JUST REALLY LIKES SKINSHIP OKAY
  • It makes him feel like he’s loving you as much as he wants to and it makes him hella happy when you initiate it 
  • If he’s tired just pull him into your arms and let him nap on your chest and run your fingers through his hair 
  • It makes him so relaxed and he’ll be out like a light 
  • He won’t hesitate to rest his head on your shoulder no matter how short or tall you may be
  • When he does that though it means he’s probably tired and wants some love :( a baby
  • Hobi is a ray of sunshine but he still has feelings and has his bad days
  • He’d never take them out on you but you gotta learn when to spot them 
  • Just fix him a cup of something warm and maybe some instant ramen and hold his hands while he vents and reassure him that he’s still an important and wonderful person and that you love him a lot 
  • Basically just show him how much you care,, it’ll make all the difference to him
  • Hobi doesn’t hesitate to talk about how you’re his future. He always says that he can’t imagine life without you 
  • Will 200% go on random rants about how much he loves you 
  • Marry him reader I double dog dare you

Yoongi:

  • A savage man who can spit absolute fire but is Soft for you 
  • We all know Yoongi lowkey enjoys couple clothes I mean COME ON the man owns a bright orange Sope tracksuit 
  • Say the word and he’ll buy y’all matching jackets with your birth years and shipname printed on the back 
  • Yoongi sometimes has that grumpy exterior but?? If you know Yoongs you know that he’s a genuinely dedicated and caring person who loves those close to him to the very edge of the universe 
  • Yes he’ll tease you at times,, but in the end you’re endlessly important to him and he’s so glad you see past the stereotype that seems to surround him that he’s this angry dude 
  • Really likes to hold your hand 
  • Like REALLY likes to hold your hand 
  • Will even hold your hand at night when you guys are drifting off to sleep cause sometimes it’s too hot to cuddle but??? Holding hands isn’t as bad it’s just sweaty palms
  • Likes to take pictures of you too, and like Rapmon, wants to travel with you 
  • When you guys DO travel, he really likes taking pictures of you posing in front of the scenery 
  • He doesn’t take a lot of couple selcas cause he doesn’t like taking selcas all that often, but he does have one of you guys that’s his absolute FAVORITE
  • You two are bundled up in matching scarves in front of a snowy mountain in the early wintertime 
  • And you’re both all smiles and red noses and pressed up against each other and are throwing peace signs 
  • Of course that’s his homescreen and sitting on his desk and maybe there’s a copy in his wallet he doesn’t tell anyone about I mean what idk what you’re talking about
  • He just likes looking at it and remembering he has a person who’s so important in his life,,, he’s a softie
  • He doesn’t often go on long tangents about how much he loves you like Hobi might, but it’s still very easy to tell that he cares
  • The way he looks at you and carries that photo around are ways yes, but there’s also the fact that he can read you like a book 
  • He communicates his love through actions a lot of the times, waiting for the perfect moments to say things like “I love you” or “You’re literally the center of my universe”
  • So if you’re upset, he’ll know exactly what you want and need, be it a hot bath with a sweet smelling bath bomb to some takeout food to a leg massage after a long day of being on your feet to just a nap in his arms 
  • Listens to any of your problems quietly, running his hands through your hair, and then kisses the top of your head gently and just softly reminds you that you can get through anything and he’d always be here to listen 
  • Sometimes finds himself laughing or smiling over how cute you are and honestly that’s EVERYTHING have u seen the man’s gummy smile god BLESS
  • Take care of this baby reader he needs lots of love

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being next door neighbors with peter parker

i’m also writin an imagine about this lmao but cracks knuckles let’s do this, rip this is super long i got carried away 

 • so let’s say you’re about the same age as peter, if not a little older or younger than him 

• so same grade, most likely same school, and you see him everyday 

 • but you don’t talk much 

 • hey y/n can you believe mr. shein’s class? unbelievable. 

hey peter do you know what was assigned for AP chem? 

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Slow Hands - Stuart Twombly

Author: @mf-despair-queen

Characters: Stuart Twombly/Reader

Word Count: 6,721

Warnings: NSFW, 18+, Oral (both receiving), Orgasm Denial, Multiple Orgasms, Hair Pulling, Choking, Face Riding, Boob Jobs, Shower Sex, Making out on the Couch

Notes: STUART WEEK. STUART WEEK. Thank you @rememberstilinski and @sarcasticallystilinski for giving us these times to focus on cuties like Stuart. As thanks, I give you the opportunity to bathe in holy water because… Stuart is a dirty little shit. Also a big thanks to @minhosmeanhoe because she was a babe and proofread this for me while I was on my way home! I love youuuuuu. PS This was a request. 

Request: could you maybe do a smut with stuart twombly based off the song “strip that down” or “slow hands” i dont like 1d but i heard them and i’m like “ooh so sexual i know just the right person” and now i’m here. thanks💕💕

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Baby, Baby- Part One (Grayson Dolan x Reader)

Summary: An assignment in which you must mother a baby simulator doll pairs you with Grayson Dolan, a cocky, arrogant jerk, who was only out to make your life difficult, it seemed. In a project based on bonding and developing parenting skills, you and Grayson must set aside your differences and work together to be good parents and pass the class. Only one of you was willing to do it, however, and it wasn’t Grayson.

Warnings: None.

Word Count: 1190.

A/N: Here it is! I am beyond excited for this series and I hope you are too. Please, please leave feedback, I would appreciate it so much. Enjoy! PS this entire miniseries will be dedicated to @themdolanboys. I owe her my entire lifetime and more for all she’s done for me 💛 

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Originally posted by hawkwoman

Pairing: Captain Boomerang (Digger Harkness) x Reader

GIF Credit: ^^^

Warnings: Smut and swears, rough sex

Rating: Explicit

A/N: I got two requests from anons and I thought they would be good together: “Anon: Captain boomerang having a tiny s/o who is very fiesty and won’t put up with his bullshit” and “Anon: Digger Harkness begging the reader for sex after him being away for longer than expected but she’s pouting, but finally gives in after him charming her” Also, don’t kill me, I can’t write accents 😂 so just ignore it. Also, this is literally the LAMEST title ever, I’m sorry. @speedypan wanted to be tagged!


You heard the front door open and then he was on you in seconds. He littered your neck in hot, sloppy kisses, his beard slightly scratching your neck. “I’ve missed ya so much love,” he purred in your ear. You punched him lightly in the stomach and pushed him off you. “What the hell was that for?” Digger asked, pouting. You stood up.

“Digger you were gone for over three months! You said that you would be gone for two weeks!” He shrugged his wide shoulders, the faded grey leather trench coat squeaking. Almost reluctantly, he smiled, his gold tooth glinting in the light from the ceiling fan light above him.

“The score was good.” He reached forward and pulled your hips to him. With a low groan, he pulled up your shirt to be above your hips and started kissing your hips. His hands slipped around and grabbed your ass. “I need ya. Now.” You pushed him off you, glaring at him.

“No Digger. You are getting no sex.” Digger mouthed wordlessly at you.

“W-what!? You can’t do that!” He yelled, grabbing the waistband of your shorts and pulling you hard enough that you fell into his lap.

“I can, and I will.” You got up and walked away. Digger got up and literally ran after you. He caught up, pulling roughly on your waist, pulling you tightly against him.

“Baby girl I have missed you.” You fought out of his arms.

“Yeah? Then spend time talking to me and stop trying to get me naked.” Digger groaned loudly. He let you go but sunk to his knees, rubbing his face against your stomach.

“Please baby girl,” he begged. You could not believe it. The ‘terrifying’ Captain Boomerang was literally on his knees, begging you for sex.

“No,” you say, disentangling yourself from him. “Stop begging.”

“Y/n! Please! I need ya. I miss ya and that body.”

“You have two hands,” you snap.

“But those aren’t the same!” He whines loudly, it almost sounded like he was going to cry. You looked down at him, shaking your head and laughing. There was an actual tear rolling down his cheek.

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Worth The Wait- Stuart Twombly

Author- @maddie110201

Pairing- Stuart x Reader

Words- 6,249 (uhhhhh)

Warnings- mentions of sexual assault (PLEASE DO NOT READ IF EASILY TRIGGERED), smut, fluff, swearing, idk of anything else

AN: I stated this months ago but decided to finish it and post it for Stu week! I really hope y’all enjoy this because i’m super proud of it!

Also, thanks to @dylan-trash-tbh for proofreading this for me. I love you, Bee!!!! <3 And also a big thanks to @thelittlestkitsune for keeping me motivated and believing me!!!!! ;P

Originally posted by dylanholyhellobrien

It was a Thursday night in the middle of August. The weather outside was rainy and cold and I could hear the sound of the wind rustling against the windows. I was sat alone in the library of my university, the only other person here being the little old librarian. She reminded me of my grandma: sweet and funny, and she always smelled like cinnamon. She also told the best stories, her stories.

I got up to put the book that I had just finished in the drop box.

“Finished already sweetheart? Didn’t you just start reading that about two hours ago?” I heard her sweet voice speak up.

I chuckled lightly, “I am. But you know me, I love to read.” I spoke softly. It was true though, the minute I open a book, I get lost in the beautiful words that litter the tattered pages.

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Canadian Boys l Shawn Mendes Imagine.

prompt: Shawn & (y/n) managed to go from ‘dream couple’ to a messy relationship in front of the cameras, and Shawn doesn’t seem to accept that his ex has decided to move on with the one and only, Justin Bieber.

Originally posted by ladycucciola

Shawn could feel his cheeks heating up as Ellen started a game of Who’d You Rather.

“Rihanna or Sophia Bush?” Ellen asked and pictures of both women appeared on the screen behind him.

“Sophia Bush, no doubt.” he said confidently.

“Hmm, looks like you had your mind already done,” she teased him. “Okay, Sophia Bush or Kendall Jenner?”

“Sophia Bush.” he answered with a hint of laughter on his voice.

“Wow, you’re very sure of yourself.” Ellen said and he shrugged. “Sophia Bush or Margot Robbie?”

“Oh, no! You can’t do that!” he said making the audience laugh. “Ugh, Margot Robbie.” he answered and the audience ooh-ed.

“Margot Robbie or Camila Cabello?” Ellen asked and Shawn shook his head.

“Camila is a friend, so…” he started but the host interrupted him.

“She sure is,” Ellen said, earning laughs from the audience. “So, Camila or…”

“You didn’t let me finish!” Shawn complained laughing.

“It doesn’t matter, it’s my show,” Ellen joked. “Camila Cabello or (y/n) (y/l/n)?”

Shawn felt his cheeks heating up profusely. “They both are very good friends…”

“Oh, is there something you aren’t telling me, Shawn?” Ellen asked.

“No! Of course no.”

“Then answer the question.” Ellen said smiling and looking to the screen where there was Camila and you.

Shawn bit the inside of his cheek. “(y/n), she’s amazing.” he answered and everyone seemed happy with his answer.

“Then I guess we have a winner!” Ellen announced as another picture of you filled the large screen. “Shawn Mendes everybody!”


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highest-quality-of-trash  asked:

heyaaa ~! could you do a jay (descendants) imagine where reader is super shy ? she finds jay's beanie and decides to wear it until she finds him but it's too big and covers her eyes but she wears it anyways ! (sorry if it seems confusing !!)

Originally posted by fangirl--of-everything

An: omg I’m so sorry it took me so long to get to this request! Hope you like it anyways! It was adorable!! <3

Requests are open


“Ben, wait, no, no!”
You’re childhood friend laughed at you, and continued pulling you along.
“You agreed to hang out with us today remember? Besides, it’s time you and Mal get to know each other! You’ve spoken.. what? 5 words to her?”
You groaned, rolling your (y/e/c) eyes. He had a point, you had really only Spoke to Mal once, and you had been a stuttering mess.
Its not that you were afraid of the Purple-haired daughter of Maleficent, you were just shy, Extremely shy. While she was, extremely outgoing and confident and ugh.
Ben seemed to sense your shift in mood.
“(Y/N), we won’t stay for long. I just want to properly introduce you guys. Then we’re out of your hair and you can go… read that new book Mom got you.”
Frowning, you nodded. Nervousness bubbling up inside you.
“What if she doesn’t like me? What if she thinks I’m weird, or god what if she thinks I’m rude!” You rambled on, Ben cracking a smile and pulling across the grass to the table where the VK’s were sitting.
Almost on cue, Mal leaned over and whispered to them.
The evil queen’s daughter sent you an understanding smile before ushering the two boys away.
“Mal, this is my friend (Y/N), we’ve known eachother since childhood. Her parents are (Y/P/N).”
“It’s great to meet you!” Map smiled and you blushed, smiling back.
“It’s… lovely to meet you too,” you frowned as there was a pause in the conversation. “What are your guys plans today?”
Mal shrugged.
“This jerk refuses to tell me. I guess it’s a surprise or something.”
You chuckled.
“He’s always like that. Surprises are his trademark…”
“Well I hope we can talk more,” Mal grinned as She and Ben excused themselves walking over towards the castle.
You leaned back against the nearest tree with a sigh.
“Wasn’t too bad,” you mumbled to yourself, glancing over at the table Mal had been sitting at.
You frowned, catching a glimpse of something red against the deep green grass.
Stepping closer and kneeling down, you found it to be a beanie.
Oh no, no, no.
This must be one of the VK’s… you were pretty certain it had been on the taller boy, Jafar’s son.
Frowning, you picked it up, turning it over in your hands.
Knowing you would manage to lose it again, you placed it over your hair, sighing as it hooded your eyes.
Side affect of being rather tiny- everything was too big on you.
“Hey- that’s mine…”
you jumped, scrambling to push the beanie up a little so you could see.
“I’m sorry,” your voice came out high pitched and you winced. “I saw it on the ground and figured I would lose it if I didn’t put it on until I found you and I was just about to go and find you and-”
“Woah, it’s alright! Thanks,” he laughed, and you looked up at him, a blush marring your face. You were still holding up the edges so that you could see out of the beanie and you began to take it off.
“Nah, you can have it if you want. I’ve got tons. I’m Jay by the way. You’re Ben’s friend right?” He stuck out his hand and you dropped the beanie to shake it.
“(Y/N),” you answered quietly and your unseeable eyes widened as he laughed loudly.
“That’s a little big on you huh?” He reached out and lifted it up so that he could see you from underneath it.
You nodded, a smile forming on your face.
“It’s nice to meet you (Y/N),” he smirked, brushing back his hair that was normally covered by the beanie.
“You might want this, it doesn’t do much good for me,” you chuckled nervously and pointed to the beanie, the edges once again falling to cover your face.
“Well as cute as you look in it, I think you might get hurt walking around blind.” He grinned widely and plucked it off your head while your whole face turned pink.

Someone Like You

Summary: Dan is a famous youtuber with millions of subscribers, his channel growing everyday. He’s not your typical channel though; he loves beauty, fashion, and makeup. Girls love him, boys hate him. He’s a teenager who still goes to high school. He gets bullied, but he’s also deaf so he doesn’t hear any of it. He wears hearing aids but turns them off whenever he needs to.

Phil is a punk covered in tattoos. He’s a newly single parent who works hard to keep his son safe. Phil’s not popular, but it’s not like he gets bullied either. He has a couple of friends who support him and that’s good enough.

Dan’s the new kid at his school and they cross paths. They find out their soulmates on Dan’s first day of school, and have different opinions on the whole situation. Will they be able to make it work? Or fall apart?

Genre: AU, Fluff

Word Count: 5,610

Trigger Warnings: swearing, Phil’s a bit judgemental towards Dan at the beginning

A/N: Thanks so much to @lexi-love99 for being awesome and betaing this fic!

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dating tom holland | headcanons

a/n: okay everything in this is really random. i could write this type of headcanons FOREVER. i daydream about this everyday so i obviously have things to say. this is my first time writing headcanons so feel free to tell me if there is something wrong or if you enjoyed reading this!


  • tom would be the clingiest boyfriend ever don’t fight me on this
  • he’d definitely be the type of person that pays attention to every detail
  • he’d think about how beautiful you are thousands of times a day
  • imagine you doing something like the dishes or putting your hair up in a bun and he’d just stare at you with the widest smile on his face thinking “wow i am so lucky”
  • he’d always be the big spoon
  • but tom would always want you to stroke his hair
  • “baby not now” “pleeeeeease we haven’t seen each other in so long”
  • you two would always be sad whenever tom has to leave to film a new movie
  • you waiting at the airport would include
  • the longest hugs in history while your eyes were filled with tears
  • him rubbing your back or leaving multiple kisses on your face to comfort you
  • holding hands the wHOLE TIME
  • promising each other to face time everyday even though you both knew that he would be incredibly tired and really REALLY busy
  • BUT LET ME TELL YOU
  • WHEN YOU’D FINALLY REUNITE
  • you’d jump on him and he’d hug you as tight as possible
  • “oh my god i missed you so much”
  • you’d cry like a baby because you have been apart for almost A YEAR
  • “i am right here, sshh, baby”
  • but your relationship would also be a lot of fun
  • it would include sarcasm 24/7
  • tons of inside jokes
  • tom singing around the house
  • you two dancing in the kitchen in the morning or late at night
  • tom reminding you that he is spider-man every chance he gets
  • “tom it’s better if i do it” “i am spider-man i can do anything”
  • you rolling your eyes but deep down you’d love how happy saying that made him
  • grubbing each other’s butts to embarass the other i had to include this i am so sorry
  • always taking pictures of each other and uploading them on social medias without getting caught
  • you’d be really close with all of the members of his family
  • you’d eat breakfast with nikki while tom sleeps
  • you would take tessa for a walk
  • you’d hang out with his brothers and tom would get jealous of how much you liked spending time with them
  • let’s be real, tom would be jealous of literally EVERYONE
  • “why is he looking at you like that?” “tom we are in a club, it’s full of guys that look at me like that like it’s full of girls that are looking at you the same way, just relax” “that’s not helping AT ALL”
  • he’d enjoy spending time at clubs but he would never leave your side for one second
  • when he does, a bunch of guys’d ask you to dance and tom would be like “this is my girlfriend BACK OFF thank you”
  • but he’d talk to his “fans” too
  • some random girls would come up to him and tell him how much they like spider-man
  • you’d be furious because those girls were 100% flirting with him
  • when he’d come back he’d notice the annoyed look on your face
  • “[Y/N], don’t worry, i have eyes only for you”
  • you’d feel relieved in 0.001 seconds because that’s what his words do to you
  • even though you both enjoy going out, the time you’d spend at home would be mostly spent watching movies
  • he’d ask you to watch marvel movies or movies where he acted in ALL THE TIME
  • “look at you! you looked so tiny”
  • he’d blush instantly
  • you would be sitting between his legs, your head on his chest & his arms around you
  • you’d notice how fast his heart was beating when you stroked or grabbed his arm
  • make out sessions!
  • not only when you were at home but also when you were in his trailer or in his car
  • he would get so flustered every time because it takes one of your kisses for him to lose his mind
  • you would go to bed really late at night and you’d spend your nights talking and confessing your secrets to each other
  • but that wouldn’t be the only thing you confess
  • you’d stop the other in the middle of the conversation to say how much you love one another
  • “i swear it was a-“ “[Y/N]?” “what?” “i love you” 
  • you wouldn’t even have to say it back because the way you kissed him spoke for itself

retardsareadorable  asked:

I find that I constantly have trouble trying to convey what I really want my character to say. Like I can picture it and everything, but to find the exact words to make it click is kind of hard. Any advice on this particular issue for an amateur writer such as myself?

Writing dialogue isn’t easy, the best writers have trouble with it, so don’t worry too much! 

Writing natural and fluid dialogue: Tips and Advice

Probably the best advice I can offer is to practise listening to how natural dialogue is spoken and apply it to your writing. Maybe you’re thinking “um, duh, of course, I know how people speak I do it all the time!”. True, but do you ever stop to listen to the way they form sentences? How they clip the ends of their words? Trail off uncertaintly…? Speak in one long breath of air when they’re excited and itallcomesoutsoundingalittlelikethis. Hardly anyone speaks without some form of contractions in full unbroken sentences, as it sounds stiff and unnatural. (Although you might have a character who you could choose to have speak like this to highlight how stiff they are or even inhuman). 

Time for some people watching!

Originally posted by haidaspicciare

Find a place with people to eavesdrop on. But don’t be obvious because some might find it a bit creepy… A good place is a cafe or park bench, somewhere you can hang about casually and not look odd for loitering. You could also try listening to your friends or family if a cafe or park bench isn’t available. Go sit with your family, play a game of monopoly, socialise with them (ugh). Now, sit and listen. Listen to how a normal person speaking naturally. sounds Take mental notes of how a speaker interrupts someone, how they place a noun in front of their sentence (”Coffe, want one? My treat?”) how they use run on and broken sentences that an English teacher would have a fit at. While you’re studying how people speak in their natural environment you might also overhear some quality lines that might spark your imagination. Maybe that blonde lady in the thick fur coat, despite the summer heat, who suspiciously looks like she put whisky in her latte, could inspire a character in your writing.

Read read read

Originally posted by xesoteric-extraterrestrialx

It might seem like an odd idea; “shouldn’t I be working on my writing instead of reading?”, but you can’t do one without the other. Choose a book that you know had natural dialogue, if you can’t think of a particular book that had good dialogue often the answer is a book that never once drew your attention away from the story, dialogue that always seemed right and never made you question your suspension of belief. Take this book and read it again, not for the scenery or the action, purely for the dialogue. Again, take real or mental notes on how the different character speak, the use of words and structure. Ingrain the pattern of natural dialogue into your head. And now find a terrible book. Find a book that the dialogue was stiff, unnatural and simply put, atrocious. Study how they never use contractions, how the characters hit the reader over the head with exposition (”Wow Emily, my half-sister, I haven’t seen you for two years since the ski trip that left you terribly afraid of snow!”), how they use jilted, outdated slang. Now, simply put, don’t do this. Look through your own work and highlight anything that feels similar to the dialogue in the awful book and rewrite it with focus on how

Script it

Originally posted by whosmithian

An exercise to do is to chuck scenery, description, and action aside for one minute. Toss it aside, you don’t need it for this activity. You’ll be focussing solely on the dialogue alone. Write your scene using only dialogue in script format. Don’t worry about clunky paragraphs of all that other stuff to get in the way and break the flow, just let the scene play out in your head like a movie and jot down what the characters say. When you have this script you can now add all that stuff you put aside, put the speech tags and characters actions, put in all the description and scenery perfectly woven around the dialogue, clip anything that breaks the flow until you have a scene with natural sounding dialogue that is well balanced within your scene. 

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Richie x Gender Neutral!Reader

Word count: 824

Requested: yeppity yep yep

“i love angst lol, could u maybe write an angsty fic with either bill or richie?? thanks !“

Summary: so richie starts to hang around the popular kids and then suddenly comes back to you like everything is fine and you get pissed. 

Side note: lmao if you’ve soon shark tale this basically that scene when angie gets pissed at oscar cos i had no idea what to write so here we go

Originally posted by wyattswolfs

You and Richie have been best friends ever since you were little. Together you were a whole, you were inseparable. But things changed as time went by.

The popular kids started to hang around him a lot. They found him bizarre, weird, different and they loved him for it. His humor was what they loved the most. Richie still spoke to you and the losers every now and then. 

Now he doesn’t at all. He still had little conversations with you. Then those conversations stopped. You would still receive a little smile or nod when you would walk past each other in the hallways. But now? Now it’s like you never existed in his life. 

He didn’t look at you, talk to you, didn’t connect with you in any way. You lost your best friend. The losers tried their best to not care but you could see how much it hurt them. But they knew it was much harder on you, they were very aware of the special bond that you and Richie had. They did all that they could to cheer you up. You appreciated it and loved them for trying, but in all honesty you just needed your best friend to come back to you. And everyone felt the same. 

The losers club wasn’t the same without him.

*Three months later*

Things have been pretty good. You had your friends and your friendship was getting stronger every day. Your grades were doing pretty good. You were still a bit upset about the whole Richie thing, but not as much as you were 3 months ago. He always said that he wanted something more anyway, which hurt like hell, but oh well. You were healing, slowly but surely. 


You were watching tv on your couch when a knock interrupted your show. You groaned getting up and making your way towards your door. You swung it open to reveal Richie standing there. You gasped at his appearance. What the fuck. Why is he here. 

“Hey Y/N,” he smiled giving you a hug then pushing past you into your house.

“Why the fuck,” you whispered to yourself.

“So how have things been,” he asked. 

“What are you doing here?” You said ignoring his question.

“Well we haven’t talked in ages. So yeah,” he said casually. 

“Well, thats because you forgot about my existence. But whatever, it’s cool,” you said bitterly. 

He scoffed shaking his head. “Whatever.” He was about to walk out the door when you stopped him. 

“No. You don’t speak to me, let alone look at me for three months, and then show up at my house like everything is fine and leave, then forget about me again? No, you don’t get to do that.” 

“Y/N, we could still talk to each other. You just never did,” he shrugged. 

“Thats because you forgot who I was and hang around your new friends more than your family!” Richie always referred to the losers as his family. It seemed like what you just said hit close to home, you could see it on his face. 

“Can you just stop, Y/N! You’re being ridiculous now,” he said. You felt your rage grow inside you but tried to stay calm. 

“Are you serious? I just wanna take your big dummy head and just-”, you cut yourself off with a grunt. 

“Come on, Y/N.”

“No, Richie. Why are you hanging out with those kind of people anyway. You know what they’re like,” you told him. He was silent. 

“And also, do you think they’d even be friends with you if they didn’t find you funny or insane? Are you that blind?” You felt tears start to well up in your eyes. It finally hit you that you were saying what you’ve been wanting to say for so long.

“At least they treat me like I’m somebody!”

“Would they loved you if you were a nobody!” You exclaimed. 

“Nobody loved me when I was a nobody!” He shouted. 

“I DID.” You finished. He was silent now. 

“We all did,” you whispered more quietly, tears were falling down your cheeks. “Before everything. At the beginning we all did, Richie. To us you were something. But now? Now you’re a whole different person. You joke.” Your voice cracked. 

“Y/N….I-.” 

“NO! Just forget it. Just go. I’m tired of hearing how everything in your life wasn’t good enough. Including me.”

Richie looked like someone just shot him. He was just now realising what he’s done.  

“Out.” You deadpanned. 

He opened his mouth to say something but held it back and left. When he closed the door you fell down to your knees letting your sobs out.

Richie stood outside on your porch taking in a deep breath. He quickly wiped away his tears but they kept falling anyway. He felt terrible. How could he be so blind? He lost everything important to him. He lost his best friend.

Our little secret ♡ Ethan {smut}

Summary: You’re sexually frustrated since you’re single again and your ex-boyfriend looks a lot like Ethan. He kind of REALLY turns you on, which leads to an unexpected night.

Requested: Yes!

Weeks had passed by since you and your ex-boyfriend had broken up. You guys had dated for a little longer than two years and since the day he had dumped you, you were heart broken.

You had loved him a lot and he really had meant something special to you, but unfortunately the spark had disappeared and it hadn’t been the same between you two anymore the last few months. From time to time you were still very sad but you tried to keep in mind that time healed almost everything.

To forget your despressed thoughts and feelings you started hanging out more with one of your best friends: Ethan Dolan. You were the same age (although he looked way older than you) and you guys had become best friends since you started dating your (now) ex-boyfriend: his brother, Grayson. Of course you didn’t like it that they were twins and spent most of their time together, but luckily they both had their own apartment so you almost never saw him.

Apart from the fact that you sometimes felt sad about the breakup, you also (and you hated to admit it) felt sexually frustrated. Sex with Grayson was more than great and his body was one of the things you also had been craving since you were single again. And knowing that Ethan looked a lot like Grayson didn’t really help either. But you tried to ignore your annoying hormones; the last thing that you wanted was ruining your friendship with Ethan. He made you feel better and you appreciated that.

You had been spending time with Ethan for the entire day. In the morning he had picked you up and you went to the beach. It was a beautiful day. Shirtless Ethan was a sight you didn’t want to miss - although it had kind of turned you on. Time flied by and before you knew it you had been staying there till late in the afternoon. After that you ate pizza at a local restaurant and now you were sitting in Ethan’s car, him driving to his house.

As the radio was playing loud music and the wind that came through the open window was playing with Ethan’s hair, you felt the sudden urge to grab his face and kiss him. When his strong fingers tighten the grip around the wheel, you have to look out of your window to hide your red cheeks. You can’t help but imagine how those hands would feel tracing your body or gripping your thighs. You immediately ignore that thought. How could you even think about that? For God’s sake, it was Ethan! You were disgusted with yourself. You didn’t want to do any of the stuff that was crossing your dirty mind right now… or did you?

When you arrive at Ethan’s apartment the sun had already set. Ethan opens the door and puts his car keys on the table. ‘So… Do you want to watch a movie or something?’ he asks. He stretches his back and arms and you notice his muscles tense underneath his tight shirt.

No. You didn’t want that. Or maybe you did want that, but it wasn´t a good idea. ‘Yeah, sure.’ The words had slipped your mouth before you could stop yourself. You hang your jacket up and throw yourself on the couch. ‘I’m ready,’ you smile and look at Ethan. He chuckles and shakes his head.

‘No Y-N… I meant upstairs.’ He plants his hands on the side of the couch, his head hovering above yours. ‘Oh. But I´m sooo tired. I don’t want to move. I can’t.’ You yawn and turn your body so that you get to lay on your belly, your face hidden between the pillows. Maybe you didn’t had those dirty thoughts if you didn’t see Ethan. Oh, who were you fooling?

Suddenly you feel two warm hands touching the skin just above your hips and Ethan quickly lifts you up like you didn’t weigh anything. ‘I guess I’ll have to carry you then.’ Ethan laughs and at first you think he’s joking, but before you know it he presses you against his chest and holds you like a baby in his big arms. ‘I guess you should,’ you say, cheeks pressed between Ethan’s shirt and arm.

It was almost completely dark in Ethan’s room, only a bit of light coming from the open window. It had already started to twilight. Your heart was pounding against your chest. Were you really the only one who was thinking more of this than just ‘carrying your friend’? The second he had entered the silent room the atmosphere had become very intimate.

His heavenly body scent and his soft breathing was turning you on and you couldn’t help it. Ethan slowly walks up to his bed and carefully puts you down, looking at you with big eyes. But instead of getting up he sets himself down next to you, his chin resting on his elbow that was placed next to your head. His presence so close next to you was making your nervous. His face was just a few inches removed from yours.

‘Ethan?’ you ask in a soft whisper. It didn’t felt right to speak out loud in this dark and silent room, afraid that this was all just a dream. ‘Hm?’ he murmurs, tucking your hair behind your ear. ‘There is no TV here,’ you say, trying to hold your giggle. ‘I know,’ he says, his face dead serious. You bite your lip. ‘So why did you brought me here, then?’ It is quiet for a moment, the silence filling up the tiny space that was still left between you.

You hope he couldn’t hear your heart beating like crazy. Instead of answering your question, he said something really unexpected. ‘Did I ever tell you how attractive I think you are?’ Ethan asks. ‘Ethan…’ you say slowly. Did he… like you? Or was this how every friend spent evenings together? In a dark room, almost laying on top of each other?

At first you hesitate, but his intentions were obviously clear. You lay a hand onto his cheek, feeling his pointy jaw against the inside of your hand. ‘Thank you,’ you respond almost inaudible, afraid that your voice would crack. You feel something tickle between your thighs when Ethan leans in and presses his lips hard against yours.

He puts his left hand on your neck, his long fingers slowly trailing down to your stomach and then to your thighs. He opens your lips and slides his tongue between them, deepening the kiss. His hand slowly crawls to your private area, only your jeans seperating from the place where your secretly wanted him the most. You try to stop him when he starts sucking your neck gently, but a loud gasp escapes from your mouth. Ethans lips curl into a proud smile.

You knew you shouldn’t be doing this. It just wasn’t right. Oh, but it felt so right… Every part from your body wanted him, but you were still convinced that this wasn’t a good idea. Ugh, you were so conflicted with yourself. ‘Ethan,’ you warn him when you feel him hardening against your thigh. ‘We shouldn´t do this,’ you whisper out of breath. Ethan pulls back. ‘Why not? Your body is telling me something else  Y/N, and you know it too,’ he grins seductively.

You chuckle. ‘I know. But it’s just… I don’t know. I don’t want to ruin our friendship. I love you, but as a friend.’ Ethan entwines your fingers with his, sqeezing gently. ‘I understand what you’re saying. But what if we just keep this by one time, and one time only? Only you and me have to know about this. It can be our little secret. It doesn’t have to mean anything.’

You sigh, feeling relieved that he thought about it the same way you did. ‘Alright. But only this once, E.’ ‘Sure. But only if you want, Y/N. I don’t want to push you into anything, you know that right? I’ll respect your decision.’ You nod. ‘You actually have no idea how much I want this right now.’ Ethan’s lips curl into a smile as he bites his lips. God, why was he so sexy? 

You undo yourself from your clothes quickly and so does Ethan. Then you get comfortable in his bed why he puts a condom on. ‘You sure this is okay?’ Ethan asks for the third time this night. ‘Yes, E. It’s totally fine,’ you reassure him with a smile. He settles himself between your legs and places himself at your entrance. His arms were resting on each side of you.

He kisses you one last time and then enters you slowly, still making sure you were comfortable. You suck in a deep breath as your walls widen around him. ‘Hold on. It’ll get better soon,’ Ethan says calmly. He was right. After some time the pain fades away and he starts slowly thrusting into you. You let out a soft whimper and squeeze your legs against his hips.

‘Oh shit. You feel so good, Y/N,’ Ethan whispers in your ear, causing you to get goose bumps on your arms. He starts picking up the speed and slams his hips hard against yours on a steady rythm. You moan softly as he burries his face into your neck, sometimes leaving a wet kiss on your shoulder. His hair tickles against your cheeks and you grab his scalp, trying to contain the pleasure. ‘Fuck…’ you desperately cry out. You look up to the ceiling as you throw your head back. God, how you had missed this amazing feeling.

‘Yeah, you like that, don’t you? I’m going to make you cum so hard,’ Ethan pants, his voice dripping of lust. Your hands trail down to his back, grabbing his shoulders and muscles. He lets out a loud groan as you scrape your nails up and down his strong and smooth back. You cry out embarrassing moans as you buck your hips upward.

‘Eth… Please,’ you whine when you feel yourself slowly reaching your orgasm. ‘I know, I know. Me too,’ Ethan responds breathlessly, lifting his face from your shoulder so your eyes meet. Your lips form an wide ‘o’ as a heavenly sensation spreads through your whole body, your legs and hands shaking. The orgasm wrecks your whole body as you feel Ethans member throbbing against your clit.

Ethan closes his eyes and frowns his eyebrows, a concentrating look on his face as he tries to hold his thrusts steady. The only sound is coming from Ethans hips and his member slamming into your core. The fact you were reaching your climax at the same time as Ethan was so erotic and you secretly loved it.

Ethan’s hair sticks to his forehead from sweating but it made him even more sexier than he already was. His thrusts get sloppier as he breaths unsteady into your neck. After he had slowly brought his movements to a stop he lowers his body on top of yours. You enjoy his naked skin against yours. When he lifts his face up you notice that his lips were all swollen and red; probably from biting them the whole time.

It takes a few minutes before you guys had get yourself together and Ethan props himself back onto his elbows. ‘Thank you,’ he says. ‘No, thank you,’ you chuckle. Ethan smiles and pulls out. He moves his body to the right so he gets to lay next to you, looking at you with a goofy smile. ‘So, what about that movie?’