why do we have such homework

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  • McGonagall: Ravenclaws are fine, Flitwick, most of them are quite intelligent
  • Flitwick: So why are we having this meeting
  • Ravenclaws: Half of us didn't do our homework
  • McGonagall: It's like herding cats Flitwick.
  • Flitwick: And?
  • McGonagall: I AM NOT A SHEPHERD
  • Ravenclaw: Well I mean, neither is he. *points to Flitwick*
  • Ravenclaw: He just doesn't give us homework anymore
  • McGonagall: I can't do that! That's-
  • Ravenclaw: Meow
  • McGonagall, screaming: WHY

i love comforting nihilism. who cares, we’re all gonna die. eat that cake. buy that eyeshadow. be nice to people. you dont owe the world shit. the stars dont care about what we do. give anyway because why spend your eighty years on this rock miserable and making other people miserable. the sun is going to blow up and we’re all gonna die someday. make the most of what time you do have. use the fine china for taco night and microwave lunch. smell the flowers. tell a stranger they are beautiful. 

teamstopfightingassholes  asked:

Oh man I just went through all of your voltron headcanon when I should be sleeping and they're so so good

here have some more bud ∠( ᐛ 」∠)_ 

  • hunk, barging into keith’s room at 3am: “keith i need your help wi- …are you wearing your boots in bed
    • listen. it pays to be prepared, hunk. hunk no don’t go tell lance-
    • for the next week lance points at keith doing mundane tasks and says “look there’s keith kogane. model paladin. Always Ready For Action”
  • allura: [is an incredible and level headed diplomat] allura, trying to make friends: “hey so uh you got any deep dark secrets you wanna share”
  • if you piss off pidge she’ll turn off the gravity in your room
  • coran: “lance can you-” lance: “can’t sorry i have homework”
  • “okay but do we all have to be paladins? because if we get to choose i wanna be a bard”
  • shiro is a constant victim of spoilers
    • everyone’s behind on tv right now but shiro’s even more behind
    • “man you know what i miss? galaxy wars. i seriously gotta know what happened to drax’s daughter after mira’s betrayal” “wait mira did what-
    • stop! talking! about! galaxy wars! he’s only on season 2!
  • hunk: “why is your back all scratched up” lance, who just spent an hour chasing a space raccoon after hunk told him not to: “i’m having an affair”

“percy jackson started as the basic straight white boy protagonist—”

no literally fuck off as an ADHD person outside of rick riordan’s work there are, literally, five (5) ADHD characters that i know of (in captain underpants, doctor who, and lazytown) and not ONE dyslexic one and you know what i think??? society was DEFINITELY built for ADHD and dyslexic people and we TOTALLY don’t have a super fucking hard time in school because of our disorders hahaha why do you THINK percy never even got B’s???? do you know how much fucking homework i FAIL TO EVEN GET FINISHED????

literally, actively, you could not be more wrong. percy jackson is not some cishet white boy. because he is ADHD and dyslexic, you cannot claim that he is the same as, say, (canon) harry potter. you CANNOT.

literally the only reason that percy even exists is rick riordan created him expressly for his ADHD and dyslexic son to feel better about having ADHD and dyslexia. he literally said in his speech after getting a stonewall award: “Percy Jackson started as a way to empower kids, in particular my son, who had learning differences.”

yeah, it’s super fucking great that you got all this representation (as a nonbinary aroace who has literally never seen a single aroace outside of this series). but you need to STOP SAYING THAT PERCY IS NOT IN MINORITY GROUPS. because HE IS. and it’s LITERALLY THE REASON YOU EVEN HAVE ALL THIS REPRESENTATION IN THE FIRST PLACE.

Some uni advice
  • you will surely benefit from going to the lectures, but you don’t have to be always present
  • when commuting, read or listen to something, don’t just stand there
  • put your highlighters to good use, pretty books may look nice but you need to give some purpose to their existence
  • let’s be honest, most of us don’t study nearly as much as we should, but doing your homework and having somewhat tidy notes is the key to passing everything
  • be inspired by others, but don’t follow them blindly (that actually applies to your whole life)
  • take opportunities
  • find something you love doing outside uni or you’ll go crazy
  • take care of yourself and others
  • remember where you come from, but don’t get stuck in the past
  • remind yourself why you’re doing it
  • never give up
Sweet Tooth- A Remus Lupin Imagine

A/N: Another two posts in one night! This is a little tribute to the fact that I already have reached over 100 followers on here, which is baffling?? Thank you all so much for supporting me so much in the very short time I have been on here. I’m so very glad that I have done this and I hope to be getting to some requests that I have received recently, as well! I digress. I hope you enjoy this Remus smut in celebration. This is my very first attempt at writing anything of the sort so sorry if it is no good! Enjoy~

Warning: SMUT 

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jaderz-mega-yikes  asked:

person: *walks in on peter and yn* HA I KNEW YOU GUYS WERE HAVING SEX // yn is just sitting next to peter and reading a book. yn turns to peter, "we're having sex? dude, why didn't you tell me?"

Peter Parker x (f)Reader x Brother!Flash

Words: 423

A/N: jadyn and i talked about this and i was like yooo imagine flash is your brother and he does this and she told me to do it. so i did.


You sat on your bed, next to your boyfriend, Peter Parker. While you were reading your new book, Peter was doing homework to try and keep himself awake. He was running on very little sleep because of how late he has been staying up lately, waiting to see is Mr. Stark needs him for any last minute missions. 

Of course, you know about Peter being Spider-Man. Honestly, it’s not that hard to figure out. Plus, after you two started getting close, he told you. Partially because Ned hated being the only one who knew, partially because he trusted you. Well, he also forgot that your brother is Flash, the person who torments him.

Flash knew you two were dating, which only made teasing Peter even more fun for him. Peter still hated, but when he’s dating you, the teasing never stops.

It was quiet in your room while you both did your individual work, but you checked up on Peter from time to time to make sure he was still among the living. Which most times he only replied “only on the outside.” For some reason, was painfully hilarious.

After an hour of sitting next to each other with very little talking and a few little grunts when either of you shifted, the door was being thrown open.

“Ha! I knew you guys were having sex!” Your brother pointed at the two of you on the bed. It started with an excitable look on his face, then after realization, his smile faded into embarrassment.

You looked to Peter who was already looking at you with confused eyes. “We’re having sex? Dude, why didn’t you tell me? I would have at least put my book down!” You joked back.

“Oh, yeah, and I would have put my homework on the floor,” Peter laughed, both of you looking at Flash.

“But…I could have sworn,” Flash groaned.

You rolled your eyes so hard that you thought they were going to fall out of your head. “Where did you even get the idea that we were having sex? It’s been quiet for about an hour…wouldn’t you think you would have known?” You laughed a bit, then looked between Peter’s flustered face and your brother’s confusion. “Maybe you should just walk away, close the door, and we’ll all forget this happened. ‘Kay?” You smiled.

“Okay, (Y/N),” Both Peter and Flash replied at the same time, and Flash closed the door. Peter knew he didn’t have to agree, but he was so used to it that he involuntarily agreed with Flash- which would most likely never happen again.

2

“Oh hey Peter, glad I caught you!” You smiled as you grabbed said brunette’s arm, he was obviously in a rush to leave the school grounds. He turned around and smiled that warm grin you loved, making you drop his arm and a blush to rise to your cheeks. It had been at least a year since you have had realised you had a crush on your childhood best friend and downstairs neighbor Peter Parker. Although from the way he acted, you assumed he had a crush on someone else (Probably Liz Allen, you had spent countless hours listening to him ramble on about her). Although up until this point you had tried to stop the onslaught of teenage hormones, in a sudden change of your own heart you decided to at least try and get him in a date like situation with you.

“Oh hey (Y/N), sorry I was going to walk back to building with you but something came up. Make it quick alright,” He tried to continue smiling but you saw the anxious look on his face, how could you miss it. Fearing the worst, like he had a date, you fought off the butterflies in your stomach as you tried to form a coherent sentence.

“Oh yeah sorry to keep you waiting, I was wondering if you wanted to come over to my apartment on Friday night. My parents don’t mind and I was gonna order some pizza,” You trailed off, watching as a smile engulfed his face. A feeling of hope bubbled in you, maybe he didn’t have a date, maybe you did have a chance!

“Sounds great, maybe we could invite Ned over. He told me the other day he hasn’t seen any of the Lord of the Rings movies yet, so maybe we can marathon those,” He beamed with his usual optimism, making your own smile drop. You got the signal that he obviously wasn’t interested in you and quickly returned a fake smile to your face.

“Great Idea, I’ll text him tonight and ask. C’mon let’s go, I have a lot of homework to do,” You hurried Peter, walking onto the street surrounding the school. Peter watched after you carefully before cautiously following. He had no idea why you were upset but he definitely wasn’t happy about it.

~*~

Peter had quickly suited up once he had gotten into his room and told Aunt May he was slogged with homework. That would hopefully keep her distracted for long enough. His phone had alerted him to a bank robbery in the area, and he was quick to swing into action. Still his interaction with you today was on his mind. His (H/C) haired best friend that was with him through thick and thin. You had never directly asked him more than 2 hours prior to a casual movie and pizza night, so maybe something was special about this Friday night. He was jumping from building to building when it finally hit him.

“OH GOD SHE WAS ASKING ME ON A DATE!” He yelled into the air. A couple of members of the public looked at the masked hero, he sure seemed underqualified for the job of saving the city now.


So this happened 

Seijou Youtubers AU #2

I really should be doing my homework and projects but I really wanted to post this so here you go. This is Iwaoi’s Q&A after Oikawa proposed, shhhhh. This is how I imagined their Q&A went, they take turns to read the questions so why not.

[If you want this to be fluffy, imagine them sitting together on their shared bed with Iwaizumi on Oikawa’s lap.]


Question: How long have you two been going out?

Oikawa: 5-6 years? We started dating during our university years, though we have known each other since we were kids.

Iwaizumi: What he said.


Question: Who confessed?

Oikawa: Me.

Iwaizumi: Him.


Question: Who cooks or does most of the chores?

Iwaizumi: Me. This man can’t cook for shit, he must also never be allowed into the kitchen because he seemingly broke the sink, set our kitchen partially on fire and destroyed 26 of our mugs.

Oikawa: Iwa-chan! That’s an over-exaggeration!

Iwaizumi: No it’s not, stop denying it in order to protect your huge ego.

Oikawa: *Whines*


Question: Do you two want kids? If yes, how many and what would their gender be?

Iwaizumi: Two would be nice.

Oikawa: Yeah. We’re fine with any gender.

Iwaizumi: Just as long as they don’t grow up with his shit fashion choices.

Oikawa: Iwa-chan I’m your future husband why.


Question: Have you two ever fought?

Oikawa: Eh, yeah of course. But if you mean a serious argument, then maybe only once or twice.

Iwaizumi: During our University years.

Oikawa: Yeah, long distance relationships were really hard, we studied on opposite ends of the world almost. It strained our relationship because we couldn’t neglect our studies, we barely contacted each other, and that worsened things.

Iwaizumi: I was stressed out about all the assignments I had to work and didn’t want to lead him on, I guess I thought staying together was selfish on my part. 

Oikawa: It got better though. I flew over and we managed to work things out. Though before that we didn’t text or Skype for two weeks.

Iwaizumi: Stuff happens. He makes it better. 

Oikawa: Yeah, and I’m probably the luckiest guy to still be able to call him mine.

[*Oikawa kisses Iwaizumi on the cheek.*]


Question: What do you aspire to achieve here on Youtube?

Oikawa: More milk-bread.

Iwaizumi: A channel where people feel safe.


Question: Any embarrassing facts about the other?

Iwaizumi: He wears alien boxers, sleeptalks, sings in the shower; using the shower head as a microphone, and steals my fucking cereal.

Oikawa: Well you have a crush on Godzilla!

Iwaizumi: Everyone knows that!


Question: What do you love about the other person the most?

Oikawa: That’s like asking me which baby you want me to kill. I love everything about my Iwa-chan, choosing one is absolute torture… Although, you may not know this but Iwa-chan has a nice ass.

Iwaizumi: And he’s a dick to make up for his lack of one.

Oikawa: *Offended look* That was uncalled for Iwa-chan!

Iwaizumi: Your face is uncalled for.

Oikawa: And you know very well I don’t have a small dic-

[*He bleeped this part*]


Question: Any favourite bands or Singers?

Iwaizumi: Get Scared, Starset, The Neighbourhood, Nine Lashes, Red and maybe Simon Curtis.

Oikawa: That’s a lot Iwa-chan. I only have one.

Iwaizumi: Who?

Oikawa: You. *Winks*


Question: Guilty pleasures?

Iwaizumi: Videogames or binge-watching The BigBang theory on Netlfix.

Oikawa: Fanfiction.

Iwaizumi: Of who?

Oikawa: *Hesitates* … dogs.

Iwaizumi: Liar. You read fanfiction of us don’t you?

Oikawa: The world will never know.


Question: Do you play/like Pokémon? If yes, who is your favourite legendary and Eeveelution?

Iwaizumi: Yeah, we play them. For me, it’s Umbreon and Giratina.

Oikawa: Mine is Sylveon. I don’t really have a thing for legendaries.

Iwaizumi: I just thought of something.

Oikawa: What.

Iwaizumi: You remind me of Empoleon.

Oikawa: What why.

Iwaizumi: Proud and Narcissistic.

Oikawa: …

Iwaizumi: It’s Pokédex entry is literally “If anyone were to hurt its pride, it would slash them with wings that can cleave through an ice floe.” It’s you as a blue penguin.

Oikawa: I’m not a penguin.


Question: Would you suck dick for a million bucks?

Iwaizumi: I suck it all the time so why not.

Oikawa: Iwa-chan I thought you said not to talk about our personal-

Iwaizumi: I do what I want.

Oikawa: *Is now aggressively turned on*

Iwaizumi: *He notices cause he is on his lap.*

Both: *Murmuring*

Oikawa: … Uhm, I have a gag reflex.


[Very obvious jump-cut because Iwa’s hair is rather messy and it clearly wasn’t just now. Also, *chokes* is that a glass of water that wasn’t there? Wow, what could it possibly be for?]

Oikawa: That’s all for today’s Q&A!

Iwaizumi: *Can’t talk*

Oikawa: Well, see you next time! Iwaoi out!

Iwaizumi: *Small wave*

[*Camera stops recording*]


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New Girl - Three

One | Two


“No, no! It’s like this.” I shooed Tom out of the way and showed him how to grade the paper again. He groaned and put his hands on the back of the chair I was sitting in.

“Why don’t you just do it then?” I sighed, turning to face him again. It’s been three months since the bar incident, and Tom and I have been getting along quite nicely. We bicker here and there – but, like we’ve noticed, we’re completely different people. It’s expected. We’d go to lunch together, go grocery shopping together and we’ve even gone a couple of, non-successful, double dates.

“You said you’d help grade the homework! I have to make this test that I forgot I assigned tomorrow.” Tom looked at you, his eyebrows pulled in. “What?”

“If you don’t have the test ready,” his hand came up to pinch the bridge of his nose, “why don’t you just reschedule the test?” I opened my mouth to say something, probably to call him an idiot like I usually did, but noticed he had a point. I turned back toward the homework Tom was grading and reached toward my laptop, quickly hitting the ctrl + s keys and saving the work I had already done before closing my laptop. I heard Tom scoff above me, I looked up to see him shaking his head. “Idiot.”

“Shut up, Holland!”

“Well, you’re welcome.” It was my turn to scoff.

“For?”

“Um,” he gave me a look that could only be a duh look, “for saving you time?”

“Oh, you’re right,” I said sarcastically, “thank you, Tom. For having common sense – for once.” He nodded his head, pursing his lips.

“You know what, (L/N)?”

“And they’re fighting again.” Tom and I directed our gaze toward the front door, seeing Jacob and Harrison walk through with a couple of boxes of pizza. I walked over to help Jacob with the drinks as he closed the door.

“We’re not fighting, we’re bickering,” I nudged Harrison’s shoulder, “it’s good for moral.” He rolled his eyes, a smile on his face as he passed me a plate.

“So, you going out with your boy-toy tonight?” I looked up at Jacob, sticking my tongue out at his childish tone.

“Don’t call him that, his name is Tony! And, no, it’s a school night.” I had been seeing Tony for about a month. We started out as just bed buddies and one day something just snapped. When we kissed we didn’t rush it, and he started to stay over more and then he asked me out – he broke the bubble.

“Well, don’t have too much fun with all that homework, tiger,” Tom grabbed his plate and winked at me, grabbing a beer and heading toward his room. I watched as he left, trying to ignore the burning in my cheeks after he winked at me. I tried to replace Tom’s face with Tony’s. Tony, Tony, Tony.

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All the broken hearts in the world still beat

Summary: Stiles totally needs to make Lydia Martin jealous. Yeah. And his best chance is to convince star lacrosse player Derek Hale to (fake) date him.

Notes: Just a silly high school AU! (On AO3)


Even though he was expecting the answer, it still hurts. He guesses that somewhere, deep down, he was still holding on to hope. But it hadn’t even been Lydia’s zero-hesitation no that had really been painful. It was what she’d said next.

“You’re just not desirable at all. If you can’t get anybody else in this school, what makes you think you can get me?” she’d said, flipping her hair over her shoulder. “And I have a boyfriend, anyway.”

Then she’d walked away, leaving Stiles staring after her, feeling like he’d been stepped on. But little did she know: adversity just made him more determined. He was going to prove her wrong.

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Title: A Golden Girl (Stark! Reader x Peter Parker)

Summray: The reader and peter are forced to join in on a highly dangerous mission immediately following the homecoming dance, and their first date? No, they were just best friends. Tony Stark said that line all the time. 

Word Count: 1731

A/N: I love this, very much. I have been working on it ALL WEEK for you guys, trying to make it as good as it can be. And then I had a freakout with all of the D23 news BUT IT’S FINE I AM FINE. Okay…enjoy!

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Clip - “Yousef” - at 12:24, 19.04

Even: Was that a smile?

(Isak and Even make out, Sana enters the classroom)

Sana: Hey!

Isak: Hey.

Even: Hi! So, uh…when do you finish today?

Isak: 15:30

Isak (off screen): But I think I’ll stay a while longer…Get some help with homework. So many tests these days.

(Sana gets a text from Vilde)

Vilde:
Hi! We can come and have a look at the bus on Friday at 15:00.
It’s great because most buses have already been sold so this might be our only chance!
This is what we’ve dreamed about!

Even: Can’t you just practise at home?

Isak: I’m not able to practise at home.

Even: Why?

Isak: I can’t practise at home when you’re there.

(Sana texts back to Vilde)

Sana:
Good!

(Isak and Even speaking: sorry can’t catch this..!)

(Sana’s phone buzzes and she picks it up)

Isak: Yes..! When you look at me and stuff..

Even: But I promise I won’t look at you.

Facebook: Yousef Acar has sent you a friend request

Isak: Then what’s the use, Even? For me to practise at home if you don’t look at me?

Even: That’s true..

(Sana checks out his profile, then immediately gets a message from him)


Even: Is this the way it’s gonna be? That you’re out working and I just sit at home waiting for you?

Facebook message from Yousef:
Thought of you when I saw this.
(GoT pic with caption: Who run the world? Russegirls.)
Fuck haters, you go girl

Isak: It’s not weird that I work a lot, I’m thinking about our future together. One of us does need to-

Even: Watch what you’re about to say..!

Isak: -have income.

Even: An income? Yeah, but it doesn’t mean that you’ll get a good income by attending school.

Isak: What’s the logic there?

Even: Well, just look at all the..the richest people in the world dropped out of school.

Isak: That’s like one person.

Even: At least-

Isak: It’s Al Gore.

Even: -three.

Isak: Anyone who drops out is like “Did you know Al Gore actually didn’t go to school much? And he got rich! So I’m just not gonna go to school and become just like Al Gore!”.

Even: Bill Gates, Steve Jobs..

Isak: Bill Gates? Al Gore..(inaudible)

(Sana looks at Yousef’s pictures, lost in her thoughts. After a while students starts entering the classroom, Even walks by Sana to leave.)

Isak: Who’s that?

Sana: Nobody.

Isak: Isn’t one of those guy’s name Mikael, or something?

(Sana shrugs)

Isak: Mikael…How do you know them?

Teacher (off screen): If everyone could quiet down so we can start the lesson.

(Sana gestures to Isak to keep quiet and listen to the teacher. Isak looks at her while she ignores him.)


I’ve probably missed a lot, I’ll try to come back and “listen for it” later, don’t have time now. But hey! Things are getting interesting, no? Maaan I’m wondering where this is going..! And what a cute mirror of Isak in season 3 <3

On Asian Stereotypes

Someone once told me, “You’re lucky, you’re Asian. Your stereotypes are all positive, like all Asians are smart, or all Asians are good at math.”

Do you know the problem with Asian stereotypes? 

The problem is that when I get an A on a test, people say, “Oh, she’s Asian, of course she got an A”. 

The problem is that when our badminton team won state, people said, “Oh, they’re Asian, of course they’re good at badminton”. 

The problem is that when my sister got into MIT, I heard people saying, “Well, she’s Asian, so of course she got into MIT”. 

When my friend wins a piano competition, people said he won because “all Asians are good at piano.”

But that’s not right.

I got an A on that test because I did my homework every day and studied for hours.

Our badminton team won state because we train 9 hours a week, all year round.

My sister got into MIT because she spent hours agonizing over her essays, because she stayed up ridiculously late doing homework and studying for tests.

Yes, I agree, a lot of the Asians I know are very smart, and many Asians excel in music and extracurriculars. Do you know why? It’s because of their parents, who yell at them when their grades drop, when they don’t practice enough. It’s the hours spent crying, the times you consider cheating because you don’t have time to study. It’s your bleeding fingers and aching shoulders, but you haven’t practiced enough. 

Because when we don’t succeed, all we hear is countless people telling us, “You’re Asian, aren’t Asians supposed to be smart?” “Aren’t Asians supposed to be good at piano?” “Aren’t Asians supposed to succeed at everything without trying?”

Do not invalidate our hard work by saying our achievements are a result of our ethnicity.

Lip Gallagher imagine “Are you happy now?”

Originally posted by shamelessturkey

Pairing: Lip Gallagher x reader
Requested: nope
Warnings: cursing, my poor and shitty writing skill
Author note: soooo this is my first imagine EVER!!! And I’m kinda FREAKING OUT!!! Sorry for this…

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You were sitting at the top of the Gallagher house smoking and just looking at the night sky like in cliché teen movie. It was pretty cold that’s why Lip went to get you something hot to drink.

“Here I am” you saw Lip’s head popping out of the door. You took both cups so he could come up.

“Thanks! Oh my god it’s fucking freezing!” As Lip climbed on to the roof you gave him one of the cups back.

“Yea I know.” Lip took a little sip.

“Soooo how was your day?” You did the same thing.

“Well I mean it was just a regular shitty day. I woke up, went to school, did somebody else’s homework, got paid. Just a usual day. What about you?” Lip took away your cigaret.

“Eeeem I woke up, went to school, skipped a few lessons, stole somebody else’s wallet, went home, got yelled at by my mom and pretended I was doing homework for the rest of the evening” You laughed a bit.

“By the way what about your mother not liking me?”

“She thinks that you have a bad influence on me” you laughed again.

“Seriously?” You looked at him with a raised eyebrow. “Not that I care”

“WHY do you even care? We are not a couple, are we? You told me it yourself. We are just best friends who fuck”

“Yea we are”

There was I little silent pause. You looked at Lip and saw that he was a little upset

“Is everything okay?”

“Yes. Why?” Lip looked at you with a confused expression.

“I can see when you are not telling me something. So come on. Spill it” You took your cigarette back.

“It’s nothing!”

“Don’t you fucking lie to me Lip Gallagher!” You raised your voice

“There’s nothing to tell!” Lip was getting angry.

“Liar!” You giggled

“Fuck! I’m not lying!”

“Not telling something to your best friend equals lying!”

“No it doesn’t!

“YES IT DOES!” By now you have already been yelling at each other. “If YOU won’t tell me I’m gonna ask Ian!” You jumped on your feet and started walking towards the door.

“I think I love you!” Lip yelled at your back. “Are you happy now?!” You slowly turned to face Lip.

“What?” You asked really quite.

“I really liked you when just started to fuck and I hoped that I will get over it but I didn’t and I know that you’re dating that dickhead Liam but I honestly don’t care and I know that it is pathetic and corny and…” Lip didn’t get the chance to finish as you pressed your lips to his. Your hands snaking around his neck and his resting on your waste.

The kiss was really passionate but soft at the same time.

You broke the kiss.“I love you too Lip Gallagher. And yes. I’m happy” You giggled.

“I got turned on. Maybe we can move to the bedroom?”

“You are a romance killer” you laughed.

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take off your shoes, come in the room (and baby, let’s try not to argue)

part 2 of i’m in love with a girl i hate (she enjoys, pointing out every bad thing about me) AKA drama club AU part 1 is here!! yeah i know i said that i’d only start writing during the weekend but here i am, several days early,, it’s scary the things validation makes me do

JAKE’S HOUSE, 1455 HOURS, PACING BACK AND FORTH IN FRONT OF THE FRONT DOOR ANXIOUSLY

Jake’s pacing back and forth in front of the front door anxiously- they’ve agreed on meeting today, for the first time, and Amy’s supposed to reach at three in the afternoon.

To say Jake feels nervous would be the understatement of the century. The moment he got home, he took a shower, using all the fancy soaps they had, which means he combined Fresh And Flirty Rose! with (an extremely old) Head To Toes Babies. He also put on some suspicious looking cologne that might’ve been left behind by one of his mom’s exes.

Not that he’s trying to impress Amy, or anything, but if he were to smell bad he wouldn’t be able to blame it on some other dude’s B.O. or the stank-iness of the room in general. And he doesn’t want Amy telling the whole world that he reeks, right?

After his long shower, Jake stretched out on his bed, leaving the door open so he could hear Amy ring the door bell.

But then a thought occurred to him- what if she doesn’t notice the doorbell, and chooses to knock on the door, but he’s too far away to hear? Does their doorbell even work anymore? Do they even have a doorbell?

He raced out of his room to check, (and after conducting five tests) relieved to know it worked, but he still couldn’t quite quell the bundle of nerves that refused to stop making his heart jump.

Perhaps it was best for him to wait at the front door until Amy arrived, the clock and door taking turns to be the subject of Jake’s glares.

This brings us to Jake’s current state- he’s been ambling back and forth for close to ten minutes now, and Amy should be here soon.

Unless she’s late- which Jake doesn’t expect her to be because Amy’s never late, but at the same time, their meeting is unofficial and could be something she doesn’t care about being punctual for, right?

But then- what if she’s early? A possibility that dwindles with each passing second, yet something Jake can’t help but think about because the alternative would be to think about how crazy this arrangement is.

Because it is crazy! Amy’s literally coming over to his (empty) house so they can practice kissing. Why did he think this was a good idea? Why did he suggest this? And why did Amy Santiago, known for her rationality, agree?

At the same time, if Amy doesn’t come soon Jake might just combust, and he can’t pinpoint why. Maybe it’s a combination of fear and uncertainty and unwillingness, like something bad you want to happen quickly so you can get it over and done with, because waiting in anticipation of it feels worse than actually having to do the bad thing.

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Shirt Snatching

Jughead x Reader 

Requested: -Anonymous said: "we bumped into each other in the street and you were grinning like a cocky asshole the whole time so i stalked off only to realise i’m wearing your shirt au" pretty, pretty please?

A/N: THIS CONCEPT IS SOOO CUTE!!! I really enjoyed writing this.

Words: 1194

Warnings: none


Originally posted by immortalle

I ran out the house pulling on a shirt I picked up from my floor and juggling a bowl of cereal, my backpack and shoes in my hands. I rushed to my mom’s car because I was too late to walk to school, my mom got in the car and rolled her eyes when she saw me putting on socks and eating a bowl of cereal which made me flash her a cheeky grin. We got to school just in time for first lesson which I was glad about as I had English first and I would have been stabbed with a thesaurus if I was late.

After my chaotic morning nothing else really happened, I had class and at lunch I was called to a meeting and then I studied for a while in my free lesson so I hadn’t really seen anyone today which made it totally worse because it just dragged my day out and felt as if it would never end. I decided about half way through the day I need a milkshake at Pop’s to reward myself for being such a level headed student, this was just before I screamed in the bathroom because I had at least two hours of homework to do.

I sat in Biology counting down the seconds and when the bell rang I shot up and made my way out the class and to my locker to put my books away before leaving school and walking to Pop’s. I liked this walk more than the one to my house because it was in the center of town so I could look through all the windows of the small street front stores. I strolled down the sidewalk and turned the corner while trying to tuck my shoes laces  in so I wouldn’t trip on them but as I got around the counter I lost my step and stumbled into the person walking in front of me, making us both fall.

“Shit, I’m so sorry.” I said standing and wiping a bit of dirt off my leg. I looked over  and quickly realized that the person I knocked over was Jughead Jones, the guy that sits next to me in English, the guy I don’t particularly want to fall because I tripped him. “Oh my word Jug, I’m so so sorry.” I blushed and held out a hand.

He chuckled and took my hand pulling himself up “It’s okay.” He said looking me up and down smirking.

“Are you going to Pop’s?” I asked as we started walking alongside each other.

“Yeah.” He purred with a cheeky grin still playing on his lips.

“Why’re you looking at me like that!” I giggled while trying to hide my very evident blushing.

“What?” He chuckled and stepped forward as we reached Pop’s he held the door open motioning for me to go in. I stepped in and walked to the table Jug was usually sat and slid into the booth. Jug walked up to the table and slid in next to me which is very out of sorts for him, he is usually one to sit opposite you and try talk to you as little as possible. I ordered us both a milkshake once the waitress had come over to us.

“I like your shirt Y/N/N.” he gave me another cheeky grin once she had left and for the first time today I looked down examining what shirt I was wearing. “It looks good on you.” He winked and put a hand on my leg.

“Thanks, I think it’s my brother’s though, I picked it up off the floor this morning because I was late. I like the colour though, I think it suits me but the shirt is a bit big.” I rambled on until I looked up from the shirt and saw his slightly shocked expression, “What’s wrong.” I questioned taking his hand that had retracted from my knee.

“You don’t remember?” He asked softly while his brow furrowed as he studied my face trying to figure out if I was being serious.

“Remember what Jug?” I squeezed his hand for reassurance, “Did I say something?” I said quickly worrying if I had offended him.

“No! No, you didn’t do anything wrong.” His eyes widened and he leaned back a bit as our milkshakes arrived, we watched the waitress put them down and walk away before we carried on with the conversation.

“Can you tell me what I don’t remember then.” I chuckled slightly and watched his lips purse as he looked to his left stuck in thought. “Juggie.” I pleaded causing him to look back at me.

“Remember Cheryl’s party on Saturday.” He sighed and laced his fingers through mine again.

“For the most part, yes.” I chuckled remembering all the shots Reggie and I took trying to see who could out do each other.

“Well Veronica and Betty told me to take you home before Reggie did something.” He looked right at me as he spoke making sure I understood everything he said.

“I remember that! We walked the long way because you wanted to sober me up before we got to my house because you thought I was lying about my parents being out.” I laughed and watched his face light up again as he laughed with me.

“Well I’m not going to believe the drunk girl, telling me how much she loves ducks, that her parents aren’t home.” He laughed.

“But they weren’t!” I laughed, “We got to my house and I was the only one home so you said you’d stay with me because you didn’t want me to be alone in the house so late at night.” I carried on putting the puzzle together and Jug’s brow stayed furrowed as he concentrated on everything I said.

“Then we went inside.” He said trying to get me to figure out what happened next.

My eyes widened as the realization struck me, “Then I kissed you.” I muttered softly with a small smile forming on my face which made his face light up. “Then we went to my room and we, ah, ya now.” I chuckled as he started laughing with me.

“Yea, I do know.” He laughed and squeezed my hand, “I was there.” He winked at me which made me become all flustered again. “I’m glad you remember.” He sighed and rubbed his thumb over my knuckles.

“Why did you leave without a shirt?” I blurted after a peaceful silence causing him to smile brightly again.

“Well Archie’s house is only two doors down from yours!” He laughed.

“Exactly why you should have taken your shirt.” He fell into my shoulder as he laughed at the pathetic excuse he had given me. I took the last few sips of my milkshake while watching him in amusement, “Come on, we have English homework, we can do it at my house.” I winked which made him look up at me wide eyed then scramble out the booth paying for our drinks and taking my hand as we rushed off to my house hand in hand with giddy laughs escaping both of us.

Montgomery x Reader Imagine (Part 5/?)

Okay, I’m not proud of this part, but I need some time-filler before cool things start happening.

I asked you for any recommendations and adivces, you wrote me about dinners, hickeys, jealousy, it’s all coming soon, I promise!

I already almost finished part 6, but I think I will postpone it and make it part 7 and write new part 6 if that makes sense lol

PART 1     PART 2      PART 3     PART 4


Bryce and Zach were literally sitting on the grass in front on Bryce’s house and waiting for us to come.

“Finally! What took you so long?!”, Bryce asked when we got out of the car.

“She drives like shit”, Monty said.

“Excuse me?!”, I knew we had to make up an explanation on why we were gone for so long, but boy, no one will talk shit about my driving. “I had to refuel”, I lied.

“That doesn’t mean you don’t drive like shit”, he looked at me with cocky grin.

“Guys, still, it’s like five minutes road”, Zach said. “Ten in both ways. Fifteen with refueling. And you were gone for like fourty-five. So…”, he crossed his arms on his chest. “What were you doing for missing thirty minutes?”, he squizzed his eyes at looked at me, then at Monty, again at me and again at Monty. 

“Okay, fine”, I rolled my eyes. “His parents aren’t home for a weekend and his mum left him lasagne or something like that and because he’s drunk so after he found shisha, he felt a little hungry and well, he ate the whole damn thing”, I shrugged. It was probably the most stupid lie ever, but at least snouded like something that would last around 30 minutes.

“What?”, he mouthed and glared at me.

“Have fun, boys”, I smiled at them and went back to the party.

I spent rest of the night on drinking coca-cola, watching boys playing berr pong, talking to peple and spotting Montgomery being very touchy with his new friend. I wasn’t obviously jealous of her, I was actually feeling sorry for her, because she probably thought he would call her in day or two, but well, surprise, it’s Monty, girls don’t get a call from him after he gets what he wants.

***

First thing I saw on Monday morning in school was Montgomery harassing some freshman.

“Monty”, I stood next to them. “What the fuck do you think you’re doing?”, I asked calmly.

“He started it”.

“Blah, blah, blah”, I rolled my eyes. “Right now I see you, holding him by his shirt”, I looked at his clenched fists. “Hands to yourself, Montgomery”, I said through my clenched teeth.

Finally he released the other guy.

“Go to the class, kid”, I said and gave him a little smile. I looked at Monty with serious look on my face. “It’s slowly getting boring”

“What?”

“I’ve been putting you in your place since like seventh grade.”

“You chose it for yourself, nobody never asked you to stand up for people”, he snorted.

“Pull yourself together, Cruz”, I walked past him and went to the class.

***

“Guess, who got laid last Friday”, as usual I was sitting in cafeteria with Jess and Sheri when boys came after their PE.

“Why should we care?”, I asked

“Montgomery”, Justin said excited.

“Wow, that’s exciting”, I said and went back to my Spanish homework I’ve forgotten to do during weekend.

“It’s probably that girl who was all over him for the whole party”, Jessica snorted.

“And seriously Monty, even you can do better than walking around and bragging about having sex”, Sheri gave him a pity look.

“I wasn’t bragging!“, he defended himself, as he sat next to me.

“He didn’t have too. We just had PE, he’s scratched as fuck”, Zach said.

“Oh my God, what are you, fourteen?”, I asked. “Everyone of you get laid sometimes, stop making big deal out of nothing”, I rolled my eyes. “Besides, it was probably the girl that literally flipped her hair at him after the game, wasn’t it Monty?”, I looked at him trying not to laugh. It’s not like he would say it was me.

“Fuck you, Y/N”, he smiled at me sarcastically.

Few minutes later Monty dropped his phone. He bent down under the table to reach it, but he wouldn’t be himself if he just took the phone and sat again. Instead his hand went from my anckle to upper thigh. I gave him the “I’ll kill you” look, he just sat like nothing happened and went back to scrolling on his phone.

Some time later we both got up to go to the chemistry.

“What was that?”, I asked as soon as we left cafeteria.

“It was probably the girl that literally flipped her hair at him after the game, wasn’t it Monty”, he mimiced me.

“Oh come on”, I rolled my eyes. “Or wait, maybe it wasn’t the girl from the game, it was actually the one that was all over you for the whole party?”

“What are you, jealous?”

“You wish”, I snorted. “I don’t care what you do and with who”.

“If just have to know, I hooked up only with you that night”, he said.

I felt a little warm feeling in my stomach after his words, but I quickly made it go away.

“I literally just said I don’t have to know, because I don’t care“, I threw my hands up. “But seriously, Monty, at school keep your hands to yourself”.

“As you wish, babe”.

“And I’m not your babe”.

“Well, you didn’t complain in my bedroom”, he snorted.

“Montgomery!”, I hissed through my teeth. “If someone overhear anything and spread some rumours, I swear I’ll kill you”.

“You seem to be very tense today. You should get some d, if you know what I mean”, he winked at me.

“Not today, Satan. Math test tomorrow, remember?”, except from Chemistry, we also had Math and Peer Comunication together. “Besides, because of that thing with freshman in the morning, you don’t deserve any of this today”, I pointed at myself.

“What? Oh come on!”.

“Sorry, Mont, I’m inflexible about that”, I shrugged.

He leaned toward me as we were walking and whispered, “We’ll see”.

***

I was walking to my cheer practice, I walked by sports utility closet, when door suddenly opened, someone grabbed my hand and pulled me in there.

“‘Fuck, Montgomery, what is it with you today?”, I asked while my hand was roaming on wall trying to find switch.

“How did you know it was me?”.

“Well, I was hoping it was you. Just because it would be really fucking weird if someone else pulled me in the closet, but it’s like… less weird that it was you”.

He put his hand on my waist as I gave up on finding switch.

“What do you want?”, I sighed.

Instead of answearing, Monty started kissing my jaw. It was actually quite impressive how his lips found my face in this total darkness. There was something about him and his touch, that instantly made me melt, but this time I had to stay tough.

“Monty, I have practice”, I tried to gently push him away.

“You can skip one”, he whispered.

“No, I can’t”, I groaned at his lips kissing my neck. “But…”, I stopped talking to get his attention.

“But?”

“Tomorrow my parents have dinner with my dad’s business partner slash friend and his wi…”

“Tomorrow I have practice”, he didn’t even let me finish.

“Don’t interrupt me”, I punched his arm. “As I was saying, my parents have dinner tomorrow and they won’t be home till like 11 p.m., so…”

“I’ll be there at seven. Now, go practice some handsprings or whatever you do”, he smacked my ass and opened door for me.

***

Next day I went home straight after lessons. Surprisingly both my mum and dad were inside.

“Hey, you’re home so early?”, I sat next to them in the living room.

“We need to tell you something”, my mum looked at me with super serious face.

I froze for a moment. Fuck, I thought, my mum is pregnant. Or they’re getting divorced. they found out about this whole ‘fuck buddies’ thing. I don’t know how, but they found out. Don’t know which is worse.

“So, we’re gonna go straight to the point”, my dad said.

“Yes, please.”

“Sweetie, we know, we always goes on any holidays or trip together, the three of us… but like… this New Year’s eve… we’re going to…”

“Jesus, dad, just say it!”, I shouted.

“We’re going to Aspen with some friends, the two of us, Jeff’s parents, few other married couples. Basically, you’re not going with us”, dad finally got if off his chest.

“But if you don’t feel good about this and don’t want to stay alone, we will cancel”, mum ensured.

“And that’s it?”, I finally could breath again. “Are you kidding me? I thought something happened!”

“Well.. It’s first time you’re not going somewhere with us…”

“First, I’m seventeen, seriously, it’s gonna happen more often, you know? Second, last time I spent New Year’s Eve with you was when I was eleven”.

“But, you’ll be alone for four days”

“I’m seventeen”, I rolled my eyes. “Seriously, it’s super sweet that you’re so concerned about me and that you were ready to cancel your plans if I wasn’t okay with it, but go to Aspen and have some fun”, I patted their knees and gave both of them kiss on the cheek. “Now I’m gonna go to my room, because you gave me serious heart attack with this whole ‘we need to tell you something’ thing”, I got up from the sofa and went to the stairs. “Oh, and if you’re not gonna be here, I will throw NYE party”

“You see, I told you not to worry about”, dad said to mum.

“Come on, dad, I know you were the one who wanted to cancel”, I shouted from upstairs.

They left at six, some time later I heard a doorbell. I slowly went downstairs, checked myself in the mirror and finally opened the door.

“Welcome to mi casa”, I said as Monty walked inside. “Where’s your car?”, I spotted his jeep wasn’t on the driveway.

“I’m not stupid, Y/N, I walked here. Unless you want someone to see my car parked in front of your house”, he said while looking around the home.

“Good point”, I nodded my head and went to the kitchen. “You want something? Tea, coffee, water, sandwich my mum made me before she left?”, I asked while looking into the fridge.

“I’m good, thanks”.

I went to the living room, where Monty was looking at photos, mostly mine.

“You have been cutie since always, huh?”, he pointed at one of the pictures.

“Oh, yeah, especially on this one, I was six and didn’t have any of my front teeth, super cute”.

“Okay, but what the hell happened to you in this one?”, he was looking at photo of me with red face, swollen lips and tired look in my eyes.

“Oh that was the day my parents found out I am allergic to peanuts”, I explained. “Don’t know why my dad thought it was picture worthy”, I rolled my eyes.

“It seems like your parents really love, they’re really proud of you. I mean… looks at all those pictures…”, Monty pointed around the room.

“Yeah, they do…”, I tried not to laugh when I remembered how they wanted to cancel Aspen. “But your parents also have loads of photos of you in home…”

“Yeah, to show off”, he snorted. “They’are always firsts to brag about when I do something right, but they’re never actually there to see it happening. You know? They’ll show their guests pictures and say This was when Monty played his first game, This was when he got his first home run, and so on… But they’re never on the bleachers to watch the actual game. And when I do something not so great, they just never mention it, they don’t talk about…”, he was walking around the room, so I couldn’t see his face.

“That’s why you always do everything to get yourself suspended or in detention?”, I asked. “You want to get their attention”.

I felt like I was slowly getting into his mind, that after all those years I could finally understand why he does thing he does, but then Monty again built wall around himself.

“What? Yeah, that’s stupid”, he cleared his throat and turned around to face me. “Besides, I didn’t come here for psychotherapy.”

“Monty, it is okay to talk. It is okay to let things off your chest once in a while…”

“Right now, the only thing that is on my chest”, he walked towards me, put his hand on my waist, “is the fact that I got two home runs on Friday and only one third base with you”.

I sighed and looked at his face. Well, it looked like the talk was dome for today, so we can do things I actually invited him for.

I took his hands off my waist and still holding them I started walking backwards to the stairs.

“Come and get it”, I whispered.

“You don’t have to tell me twice”, he smirked. “How much time do we have?”

I looked at the watch. “A lot. The thing is”, I pulled him closer, “can you go for so long?”, I asked with my lips touching his ear.

“Oh, you’ll see”, he grabbed my ass and pulled me up so I could wrap my legs around his hips, where, let’s be honest, they were for the most of the time.

***

Monty took a minute to calm his breath, then got up and started dressing up.

Right, fuck buddies thing doesn’t include cuddling after sex, I thought to myself. It was first time when after hooking up we didn’t have to pull ourselves quickly to either leave Jessica’s bathrom or to get back to Bryce’s party, but because me and Monty weren’t even a thing it probably would be awkward to lay in bed and hug.

“I just thought”, Monty said. “You’re so concerned about your reputation and keeping this a secret, but how can you be sure I wouldn’t start bragging about it to the guys? I wouldn’t, but how do you know?”

“Oh that’s easy”, I said as I put my robe on. “You’re not that stupid, you know Jeff would fucking kill you, either for fucking me or for bragging about that”.

“What is it with you and Atkins anyway?”

“Our mums are best friends, so we basically grew up together, he’s like a brother to me, I mean I’ve seen him every single day since I can remember. So yeah, we’re like siblings”, I shrugged.

“So you two have never hooked up? You have never been jealous about him?”, he smirked.

“Ew, that’s gross”, I looked at Monty with disgust. “I mean, I’m not blind, I know he’s good looking and everything, but just… no”, I shaked my head. “But once, in kindergarten, me and Jeff was playing in sandpit and there was that girl Jenny and she literally sat between the two of us and started playing with him using my toys”, I was getting way to pissed for someone who was talking about something that had happened over ten years ago. “So I slapped that little bitch”, I said with calmer tone.

Montgomery looked at me with his eyes wide open.

“So, you’re one of those crazy bitches, huh?”, he chuckled.

I smiled at him innocently.

“I gotta go”, Monty said, so I walked with him downstairs. “See you tomorrow”, he kissed me and left the door.

“Little fucker, so he can’t lay for a minute after we’re done but he can give me goodbye kisses?”, I asked myself.

For a moment I started thinking that this whole ‘friends with benefits’ thing was mistake, but then again - if some weird, twisted part of me wanted something with Monty, that was the best type of relation that was possible with him.


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