One of the most important lessons you can learn in life is the difference between giving up and letting go. It’s the difference between running away because you’re scared and walking away for you own good, and the sooner you learn this, the better off you will be.
Learn to stop running and start walking.
The frightened and the helpless run… but those who are empowered and in control of their own lives are never afraid to walk away from a hopeless situation.
So learn to walk away.
Walk away from anything that no longer serves you or enriches you. Walk away from anything that hurts you, degrades you or causes you harm. Walk away from the things that cause you to hate and most important of all… walk away from anything that causes you to hate yourself.
Because life is short… and opportunities are gone in what feels like the blink of an eye – so take control. Never give up on something that’s worth fighting for. Take life by the reins and steer it in the direction you want it to go… But at the same time learn to recognize when something is a lost cause and let it go. It’s your life and the greatest lesson you can learn is to walk away from anything that’s wasting it because it’s the most precious gift you’ll ever be given… and you only get one.
A/N This is a Harry Hook x reader imagine. This is my first imagine so if you guys want more you can request it, just send me a message. Also feel free to give me feedback, sorry if it sucks. I do not own the Gif. Also it is in your point of view.
Summary: You were a VK kid and apart of Uma’s crew. Everyone knew about your crush on Harry Hook, evern Gil and we know that boys not the brightest. One day when you are talking about it Harry joins the conversation. Then one lie leads to a jealous pirate.
“Y/N just admit that you loooooooooove Harry,” Gil said with the biggest smirk on his face. “Oh shut up, I do not,” I said trying to hid the blush that was creeping on on my face.
“You so do, Y/N and Harry sitting in a tree K-I-S-S-,” Uma sang but was cut off by you. “Ok, ok, we get it. If I say I like him will you leave me alone?”
“Say you like who”, a thick accent asked.
“Harry, hey. When um, when did you get here,” I said trying to make my voice not shaky but failing.
“Just now, so you were saying that you liked someone,” he questioned me with a foreign expression on his face I had never seen before. Jealousy maybe?When I didn’t answer Gil decided to answer for me. Perfect.
“Y/N was saying how much she loves-”
“GRANT! I have a HUGE crush on Grant,” I shouted out just so Harry wouldn’t know it was him. I looked over to Gil and Uma who were shooting daggers at me.
“Grant?” Harry questioned with a puzzled look.
“Yes Grant, you know, Mother Gothel’s son,” I stated. I have never seen so much hatred and sadness in a person’s eyes as I did when I looked at Harry’s.
“What is so great about Grant?” He asked with venom dripping off his tongue.
“Me and Gil are gonna go so you two can have more privacy,” Uma said with a sly smile. As Gil and her walked out the room she gave me a wink before closing the door.
“Y/n you need someone who will treat you like a queen. Someone who would drop everything they have to be with you. You need a man, not some silly boy who will end up hurting you. He’s not good enough for you, y/n. He isn’t even half as good as he should be.You could do so much better,” He said with so much convention in his voice.
“Do you really think that,” I asked with hope laced in my voice.
“Of course I do, love,” He said as a smile spread on his face. “Harry, why do you care who I like anyway?” I questioned with a little hope that he would say he liked me.
“I-I, It’s just,” Harry sighed. “Y/n I love you. I know you like Grant but you are worth so much more then him. Trust me when I say he won’t treat you right. Y/n I could make you happy. I could give you the life you deserve. I could give you the world,” He said with so much love in his voice, as he stroked my face with his hook.
“Oh Harry, I don’t like Grant. I just said that so you wouldn’t know I liked you. Oh who am I kidding? I love you, not like you. I can’t see my life without you,” I said as a rushed forward to hug Harry. He immediately hugged back, carefully placing his hook on your back.
“Y/n, please be my girlfriend and let me treat you like the queen you deserve to be treated as,” Harry said as he pulled away to look me in the eyes.
“Yes, of course Harry!” I replied happily. Harry smiled widely and pulled me into a kiss.
“Finally!” Gil and Uma said at the same time. I pulled away from Harry and started to laugh. “You guys better run,” Harry said with an amused tone as we started chasing after them.
A/n Sorry if it seemed a little out of his character, I am going to write more imagines with him so I promise I will write it more like him.
Chat Noir’s jaw dropped. Even with that mask covering half his face, Alya could see the red staining his face, creeping down onto his ivory cheeks slowly like a spreading wine stain. “No,” he said carefully, and his voice hitched at the end of the syllable. “No, she’s not. What on earth gave you that idea?” He looked nauseous.
Amazing. Alya could scream.
Instead of screaming, she gave him a soft grin. Something reassuring to lure him into a false sense of security as she carefully stepped between him and the club’s exit. The akuma was gone, and he hadn’t even used his trump card to defeat it, so he was in no danger of a forced detransformation anytime soon. Therefore Chat (who famously adored both her and her blog) had no excuse to duck out of this impromptu interview without confirming the suspicion that he was hiding something.
“It’s not really my idea,” Alya answered belatedly. She reached over the bartop, where the employees were too busy cleaning up the mess the akuma had made of their bar to notice Alya steal a handful of orange slices. “Someone posted it on the blog about a week ago, and it spread like wildfire. Even the major news stations have begun to speculate. Surely this isn’t the first you’ve heard of it.”
“No,” he said. “It’s not. But it’s still ridiculous.” Chat looked directly into the camera lens and rose his voice to say, “For everyone wondering, and you can take this as my official statement on the matter: Ladybug is not pregnant.”
“Uh-huh. So where exactly is she then? What is she doing? It doesn’t really seem like her to just go on a months-long vacation from being a superhero. We’re all worried about her.”
“I told you,” he scowled. “I’m not at liberty to answer that. And the weekly videos she posts on your blog should be enough to placate any fears, don’t you think?”
“Videos shot from the neck up,” Alya pointed out. “Suspicious, isn’t it?”
“No,” he ground out. “No, I really don’t think it is. Y’know, Alya, one of the reasons I like you is because you’re usually above all that gossip stuff. But this is starting to feel like a tabloid interview.”
The jab rolled right off her shoulders, and she pointed one of her orange slices at him. “Tabloids aren’t concerned with the facts. I am. The fact is, no one has seen Ladybug in person for almost four months. Yes?”
Chat Noir crossed his arms, and it took him a few moments to realize that she wasn’t asking rhetorically. “Yes,” he agreed reluctantly.
“Except for you. Yes?”
“Yes,” he said, growing increasingly exasperated.
“So you can see why some people are a little angry with you, and wary of the secrecy, right?” Not that she was. But, there were some of the more avid Ladybug fans that wanted Chat Noir’s head for this.
“Yes, yes, and so what? What is the point of–”
“And you agree that Ladybug hasn’t shown herself below the neck in one of her ‘hello Paris’ videos in almost three months, yes?”
“And the baby is yours, right?”
“YES, ALYA,the baby is–”
“HA!” Alya crowed so loud and spazzed out so suddenly that everyone in the bar jumped and looked at them, and she almost dropped the camera. Chat paled so quickly it looked like he’d been shot.
“O-oh shit. Shit. Oh my god, you sneaky little– Alya, please don’t air this.”
“Sorry, kitty, but this is a livestream.” She turned the camera toward her face and gave her audience a giddy laugh. “That’s right, you heard it here first folks! There’s nothing at all to worry about. Our bug is happy and healthy and fine. She’s just pregnant, that’s all!”
Fifteen minutes later and four miles away, Marinette Dupain-Cheng stared at her computer screen as the rerun of the interview finished playing, with fury turning her face from pink to red to purple. Seeing this, Tikki slowly backed away on the desktop, then flitted off all at once to take cover. A hormonal Marinette was not to be trifled with.
The sound of the sliding glass door opening behind her sent the rage into a whirlwind. She wheeled around to find him standing there with the most frightened smile she’d ever seen. Good. “Hey, babe… Funny story…”
Pairing: Chris Evans x Reader Rating: Teensand Up Summary: Reader bakes cookies for the first time and it turns out pretty interesting and funny when Chris comes in the kitchen. WordCount: 1.3k Genre: Fluff! Warning: suggestive themes. Author’s Note: it’s inspired by a scene in One Tree Hill involving Leyton (Lucas & Peyton), my one and only ship/otp! This series is actually really good; it’s my childhood even if it wasn’t suited for children… oops.
As you baked a large number of cookies for your family, specially visiting you the next day, your boyfriend sat on a sofa - with Dodger - in the open-plan living room. He checked his e-mails and other important information about his next films coming up in the following years.
“Chris, it’s ready!” You pulled out the first pan from the oven and dropped some of the dough by large spoonfuls onto another one. The rest containing either chocolate chips or white chocolate chips was divided into two different bowls for the next couple of batches.
“Hey.” Chris appeared behind you and you turned your head to peck his cheek. He winked, stretching his arm and he took one of the cookies on the worktop.
As he chewed the chocolate biscuit still quite steamy, Chris made a face that said a lot about the taste of it. He pressed his lips together until he brought a paper towel to his mouth, spitting the cookie out.
Relationships: Peter Parker x fem!Stark!reader, Tony Stark x daughter!reader
Warnings: Nudity, cursing, and mentions of smut (Tony catches the reader and Peter in a compromising position and makes some assumptions…)
Request by @snowybeats: Can you do one about Peter Parker walking in on Y/N naked then Peter tripped on something and fell on Y/N the Tony walked in to see Peter is on his daughter Then tony ran to his lab to get is are Iron man suit and you can think of the rest, so please?
A/N: OMG me and my friend @avengemenugget were talking about a funny scenario just like this and now someone has gone and requested it! I’m so happy! I hope you all enjoy! Also I don’t mention in this if the reader is Tony’s biological father or adopted, I’ll leave that up to your interpretation.
You stepped out of your shower and wrapped your hair up in a towel. One of the perks about spending your Summer in the Avengers tower was that you got your own bathroom as opposed to sharing one with your dorm-mates from boarding school. The other was that you got to hang out with the Avengers, and one very cute teen protege of your father that had caught your eye…And that you always caught staring lovingly at you. You looked around and noticed that you were without a towel. Oh well, you’d just have to walk naked into your room to find one. It’s not like there would be anyone in there…
Your parents weren’t wealthy, they weren’t lavished and spoiled or rotten from the inside out with greed like everyone you knew seemed to think.
You were a simple child, perhaps a little too simple, but careful like your parents nonetheless. You sat on your knees behind the counter of your parents’ pastry shop, sniffling every so often - your nose stuffy and red from the cold.
“Y/N,” your mother said from her place behind the counter, “it’s getting warmer out, why don’t you go play with your friends?”
You looked up from your colouring book on the floor to the woman above and sniffed again, “It’s cold outside, Mommy.”
You heard the hum of an impatient woman and shot up from your place on the floor and straightened up your posture, turning into the back room to fetch your overcoat, scarf and matching gloves.
You recognized that woman immediately, the pointed nose and squinted eyes, she scowled down at you from her place behind the counter. Brown hair cupped by that hideous grey hat, skin wrinkled with anger and form shivering from the cold she loomed you, you forced yourself to smile up at her before dashing past both women with a quiet goodbye.
“Y/N, you forgot to pick up y - ” your mother moaned as you rushed out the door, the bell’s ringing and swinging door the only evidence you were ever there at all.
You always hated being seen by customers, especially that horrible woman. Your mind always exaggerated her features in memory but she was still just as hideous inside as she appeared outside in your mind.
Since your parents had realized their dream of opening a bakery together almost eight years ago, that awful woman came every Monday to purchase treats, for herself of course. You knew she had children of her own - adopted, but still hers.
You’d seen them all shuffle single filed out of that dreary old church every Sunday in their ugly blue uniforms, their mother, leader of the Second Salemers preaching to passersby about the danger of witchcraft in America.
Just as you turned a corner, you were blinded by a thick sheet of paper. “Ah!” You swatted the killer paper out of your face and while the wind tried to carry it away, you turned with a grumble only to be blinded yet again.
“P-Please!” You heard a cry, and as you gripped at the paper angrily, scrunching it up and gaping at the dozens of fliers being swept away with the wind you couldn’t help but feel terrible for ever having felt angry at all.
Ahead of you by just a few paces were four boys, “Please, sto-stop it. I need those.” A pale-skinned boy in an ugly blue uniform crawled around on his hands and knees in a pathetic attempt to pick up the fliers.
The other three boys laughed as they stomped the fliers into the snow and dirt, some picking them up to shred them into pieces just to throw them in the Second Salemer’s face. You frowned, those boys weren’t much bigger or older than you and so you puffed out your chest, your coat stretching snuggly across the expanse of your small chest.
Stomping towards the group fiercely, your little legs took long strides that probably looked ridiculous to anyone else, but intimidating to you. “Stop it!”
Your eyes briefly met with the cowaring boy on the ground, who’s knee-high socks and NSPS uniform was completely covered in mud and a flash of sympathy crossed your youthful face before twisting into an angry scowl which looked more like a pout.
“Leave him alone, what’s wrong with you? Those aren’t your fliers!” You pointed accusingly at the group and stomped your foot. “Go away!”
The red-head of the group snorted at you and bunched up a flier with his fist, tossing it at you and raising his eyebrows tauntingly.
“Why do you care? You part of this circus or somethin’?” The brunette of the group turned and laughed at you, poking his tongue out and shredding up another flier.
“I said go away! Do you want me to start screaming?” You threatened, your bottom lip quivering the more worked up you got.
“Oh no, guys, we’d better run. Second Salemer’s gonna start screaming.” The ginger taunted.
“More like crying.” The brunette smirked, about to open his mouth to speak again when his face met snow. “Ow!”
Your hand raised above your head, you stomped your foot again, “Go away! Go away!” You screeched as you flung snowball after snowball at the now retreating group of boys.
You had long since forgotten about the stray fliers and so as you chased away the group of tyrants, you accidentally trampled a few with your boots. You stopped immediately and let your arms drop, gasping softly as you ducked down onto the ground to gather the remaining fliers.
“I’m so sorry,” you apologized, “I’m gonna tell my daddy and he’ll - “ the boy’s shaky hands shot up to catch yours and he whimpered, head down and body quivering, “Plea-se don’t tell anyone! Ma will find o-out!” He begged.
Your eyes widened as they met his properly, his pale face was beginning to grow red, the tips of his ears, nose and lips were all beginning to deepen in colour and as you took in his strangely sharp features, you realized his eyes were also growing puffy and red. He was crying.
“I lost the fliers, Ma is going to be livid with me.” He panicked, scavenging through the melting snow as tears fell from his brown eyes. “These ones are all wet and soggy,” you told the boy, and he almost immediately started wailing, head in his hands - he cried and cried and just wouldn’t stop.
“It’s okay, it’s fine. We can just go get the other ones, right? Those boys threw a whole lot in that direction.” You pointed a finger in the opposite direction and the raven haired boy sniffled, his cries slowly subsiding until only soft hiccups remained. “I-I can’t collect all of them, there’s so many.”
You reached out and wrapped your fingers around his wrists, pulling the small boy up into his feet.
“I’ll help, silly.”
The boy was completely at a loss for words as you turned, hand-in-hand and running off down the street to fetch his fliers. “We need to hurry, Mommy said it’ll rain today.”
Struggling to keep up with your quick steps, the boy’s eyes wandered from the street ahead to your hand cupping his mindlessly. His eyes watered but he quickly blinked away the tears, he was truly terrified right now.
“Look, Second Salem boy - fliers!” You turned to face the brown eyed boy and smiled widely, “I’ll go get those ones across the street, you get the ones here.”
You dashed across the street after a quick left-and-right.
You busied yourself catching fliers from the ground, the air and even peoples’ hands to get as many as possible in a nice, neat stack.
On your way back, your eyes scanned the street for the timid boy you’d met, but you saw nothing.
You clutched the stack close to your chest as you walked, checking alleyways, looking through glass windows and turning corners. Only when you gave up and began your trek home did you find him again by the side of the street, picking fliers from the gutter.
“There you are,” you pouted, “I thought you left me to do the work.”
The boy looked up at you wide-eyed, about to speak when his eyes were forced shut - a droplet of rain had landed on his forehead.
“Oh, oh n-no.”
You smiled at the boy, “C'mon,” you grabbed him by the tie carelessly and dragged him down the street and into your parents’ pastry shop away from the cold and the rain.
“Mommy, I brought a friend!” You called, smiling at the regulars seated by the window and far wall of the store on your way in. “Mommy, I brought a - ”
“And what’s your friend’s name, dear?” Your mother’s head revealed itself from behind the counter, oven mitts adorning her hands.
“This is, uh,” you stopped and frowned almost immediately, your entire body freezing up in thought.
Anyone else who didn’t know you would’ve assumed something was seriously wrong with you at that moment, but your mother and a few customers joined together to laugh at your odd behavior.
“What’s your name, sweetheart?” Your mother knelt down to eye-level with the boy at your side, all the while you stood useless, still attempting to remember the boy’s name. Had he even told it to you at all?
It took a moment for him to respond, but he eventually spoke after a long, timid stare at the ground. “C-Credence, ma'am. Credence Barebone.”
You smiled up at your mother almost instantly, “Credence! His name is Credence, Mommy!”
You clapped your hands together and gasped as the fliers flew to the ground.
“Where did you meet Credence, Y/N?” Your mother asked as she began collecting fliers from the ground, brows furrowing as she skimmed over the content. “Ah, a Second Salemer?”
The boy, Credence, began shrinking under the gaze of everyone excluding yourself, as you were oblivious to the agenda behind the extremist group.
“Well,” Your mother smiled at you and then at Credence, “you can’t hand out fliers in that weather.” She motioned outside with a nod and you turned to look outside where the rain angrily patted against the glass window.
Credence panicked at this, turning to you with wide eyes.
“Ma will definitely give me a lashing for this, I-I should go.”
You pouted and reached out, caging Credence’s arm in yours and urging him to come with you to the kitchen, “Well I’m sure your Ma wouldn’t mind you staying for a little while longer? I could give her a discount on her next order of pastries.”
Your mother wriggled her brows suggestively and you nodded, “Please stay and play with me, Credence. I’ll even help you hand out fliers next time!”
Credence bit his lip and looked from you to the door for several moments before the alluring aroma of whatever was being baked and your pleading stare seduced him beyond reason into staying. “I-If it’s not too much trouble, ma'am, may I stay?”
You squealed and clutched Credence’s arm tighter, looking up at your mother thankfully.
“Of course, dear,” your mother said. “It’s cold outside.”
MONSTA X REACTION TO THEIR S/O AND ANOTHER MEMBER...
anon said : Monsta x reaction when they go to a supermarket or whatever and let you and other member alone, but when they back you’re in the room and comes weirds noise’s from the room but when they open the door is just you and the other member jumping on the bed (I don’t know if you get what I want mean but…)
Shownu: To say he was concerned would have been an understatement. Hearing bed springs creak and heaving breathing? uuummmm? He opened the door slowly, unsure of what he would see. Surely you’d never cheat on him… right?
He let out a sigh of relief when he saw you and Changkyun hopping around on his bed, pillows clasped tightly in your hands as you swung them to hit Changkyun. Changkyun, for his part, was trying to block the pillows with his hands, a look of concentration plastered on his face.
To gain your attention, Shownu cleared his throat, his eyebrows raised in amusement. What he wasn’t expecting, however, was for you to hand a pillow to Changkyun and rush at him, engaging him in a 2:1 pillow fight.
“I can’t believe you would do this to me Y/N. I thought you loved me. You better start running Changkyun.”
Wonho: Thumps and springs creaking from behind the door where your fellow member and lovely s/o are are not rage quelling sounds. In fact, they’re quite the opposite, at least they were for Wonho when he walked into the dorm and heard exactly those sounds coming from the room where he’d left you and Minhyuk.
He dropped the grocery bags he’d been carrying and barged into the room only to collide with you as you jumped off the bed and onto the floor. Both of you went crashing down, Wonho grabbing your shoulders to twist your body so that his back his the ground before any part of you even touched it. You landed on top of him, knocking the air out of the both of you. Above you, Minhyuk was laughing as he continued to bounce on the bed before he jumped down beside the two of you to help you up.
Wonho scoffed as he climbed off of the floor.
“Do you two have any idea what it sounded like you two were doing from outside?”
Minhyuk: He knew that you and Jooheon were friendly, he just didn’t think that the two of you were that friendly. However, in all honesty he didn’t have any idea what he was expecting when he walked into the room after hearing you and Jooheon giggling and bed springs creaking.
It certainly wasn’t the two of you bouncing on the bed trying to push each other off of it. You were the first one to spot Minhyuk, though you didn’t let your immediate focus leave Jooheon. You were not going to lose this little game that boredom had created. Minhyuk simply stood there watching the two of you before sneaking around behind Jooheon and pushing him hard enough to make him lose his balance and have to jump down onto the floor. Jooheon turned to Minhyuk, a hurt look on his face in the wake of his member’s betrayal.
“Sorry Heonny, Y/N comes first!”
Kihyun: He was ready to fight whichever members were jumping on his bed. Just as he was about to open the door to confront them about it he heard a laugh that definitely didn’t belong to any of his members, but a laugh he knew all too well.
Without thinking too hard about it, he turned the doorknob to see you and Wonho jumping between his bed and Wonho’s and making a mess of his bedsheets and pillows. Each of you had a pillow in your hand and he watched as you swung your pillow and made contact with the side of Wonho’s head. You giggled as Wonho patted his hair down, an annoyed look on his face.
He cleared his throat loudly, sparing you from Wonho’s revenge, his eyebrow quirked and grocery bags still in hand.
“Next time you’re both going grocery shopping with me, ya nasties. You destroyed my bed…”
Hyungwon: His first thought was that you were playing a practical joke on him with Kihyun when he heard you whining Kihyun’s name from inside his bedroom. That thought flew out the window however when he heard his bed springs creak. You couldn’t possibly be cheating on him, and in his own bedroom??? No, there was no way.
He opened the door, bracing for the worst only to see you and Kihyun jumping on his bed, Kihyun trying to keep your phone of your reach. Hyungwon wasn’t pleased that you were messing up his bed but he wasn’t displeased in the slightest at the fact that the two of you weren’t doing what he’d thought you were doing.
He dropped the grocery bags in the doorway to gain your attention. Both you and Kihyun stopped, turning to face Hyungwon before you immediately turned back to grab your phone from Kihyun, sticking your tongue out at him as you jumped down from the bed.
“You do realize what that sounded like, right? Freaks.”
Jooheon: He was half ready to fight whichever member was making you laugh and half ready to cry because the bed springs were creaking. What could possibly be going on? People didn’t tend to laugh during sex so it was difficult to believe that that’s what the two of you were doing in there. He wasn’t so sure he liked any of the other possible scenarios much more.
He dropped the grocery bags and burst through the bedroom door only to see you and Hyungwon playing Mario Cart. You were standing up on the bed trying to block Hyungwon’s view by standing behind him and placing the controller in front of his face and Hyungwon was trying to push you over to make you get out of his way.
This… was not a scenario Jooheon had ever even considered. In fact, he would never have considered this scenario.
Hyungwon whooped in victory as his cart crossed the finish line first. Jooheon shook his head as you sat down sadly, pushing Hyungwon over with your feet to put a halt to his victory dance.
I can’t believe these two… Oh my God.
I.M: It was like his worst nightmare was coming true. He prayed to anybody who would listen that you and Shownu weren’t doing what he thought the two of you were doing. However, the bed springs creaking and the heavy breathing didn’t do anything to quell his fears.
He took a deep breath and pushed the bedroom door open, not even bothering to drop the grocery bags he had brought home. He didn’t make it too far into the room before he was letting out the breath he’d been holding in.
You were jumping on his bed as you watched Shownu follow along to a workout video. You looked unamused and Changkyun figured that the reason you were jumping on his bed was because you had no desire to follow the workout video. He had a vague memory of you asking him how many calories jumping on the bed burned because, as you’d said, “anything was preferable than following Shownu’s hellish workout routine.”
He laughed, catching your attention. Before he could say anything, you spoke.
“Turns out it burns 50-79 calories per five minutes. Shownu, stop rolling your eyes, you at least got a workout buddy since everybody else was gone.”
Daniel talked about being a loner in school in “Hello Counselor”. He was advising a girl (that everybody said she was uglier than her sister) with his own experience. He said that a teacher helped him and told him you don’t need to have a perfect body (? rough translation) and that he danced better than them (the bullies), and that was all he needed.
My translation is bad because I’m not fluent in Korean, but we can sense the bigger picture of this situation.
This is just a reminder that Daniel is human like all of us. He was bullied, he has his own appearance complexes but he works hard every day in what he loves and what he thinks that he is good at.
We should all keep our head up, fight our own demons and keep striving to our dreams.
Technically, I might have cheated a bit. Then again, we never clearly laid out any
rules. We never actually decided that
each player had to wait until the next day to lay their trap, it was just sort
of understood. So if I made preparations
the night before, I would say that it’s completely fair. After all, how can you break a rule if none
were ever written?
Baz gets up before me to use the shower, I hide my grin under my blankets.
dress as the water runs.
take the planned precautions and double-check that I’ve remembered to wear my
the water shuts off, I take my position, sitting on my bed with my back against
my pillow, waiting. The picture of calm,
even though I’m buzzing with anticipation.
count down in my head as I hear the curtain slide back.
Three, two, one…
THE FUCK DID YOU DO?”
should think it would be obvious.”
BETTER START RUNNING, SNOW!”
don’t move. I stay exactly where I am
and straighten out a crease in my shirt.
Crowley, I’m starting to act like him.
a steady stream of cursing from the other side of the door. Normal cursing, not magical cursing, though
he sounds angry enough to curse me right off the school grounds.
he cracks the door open, he doesn’t lean around to look at me.
come on,” I tell him, “get it over with.”
takes a step forward and emerges, wearing only a towel around his waist, half
of his body hidden behind the door. Part
of my brain registers the fact that I’ve never seen him with this little
clothing on, but I’m very much distracted by his hair. It’s slicked back with shower water, a few
strands hanging in front of his eyes, and it’s blond. Yellow-blond.
smirk takes control of my face. “Well,
that clearly worked, then.”
you have any idea how bloody dead you
you hurry up in there? I’d like to use
the bathroom. Oh, and it’s your move.”
slams the door in my face and I bury my laughter in my pillow.
takes an exaggeratedly long time to get ready, probably to spite me, or maybe
he’s busy trying to magic the bleach out of his hair. Trixie told me it was extra-long lasting, but
it is only Normal bleach with no magical properties. Maybe I did
charm it to be a bit stronger, but he could probably magic his hair back to
normal if he tried long enough. I just
wait on my bed, studying my nails casually like I assume he does when he’s
Baz finally reappears in the doorway, he’s fully clothed and his hair is still
blond, but it’s different now. It’s dry,
and instead of yellow his hair is a soft white.
He hasn’t slicked it back like he usually does, just lets it fall around
his face like snowflakes.
skin is so pale that white-blond hair shouldn’t look good on him.
light and soft and it makes his heavy gray eyes look gentle, even though he’s
currently using them to shoot daggers at me.
It’s striking against the green of his uniform, and it’s like he’s
turned from a vampire into a wood elf, tall and elegant and smooth.
hair looks so soft, freshly washed like this, that my hands actually
twitch. I want to take a lock and rub it
between my fingertips.
Crowley, it looks good.
a lurch in my stomach, unfamiliar and cold, and I don’t know what it
means. Not that it matters, I’m
definitely not thinking about my stomach right now.
thought I told you to run,” Baz growls through his teeth, his cheeks pink. Maybe from shower steam, maybe from
embarrassment. I wonder what my cheeks
look like right now, with how I feel them heating up.
not stupid, Baz,” I reply calmly, even though there’s a weird shiver working
its way down my back. “If I leave the
room, you’ll just throw me down the stairs or something. This is the safest place for me right now.”
I’ll throw you out the window and let the merwolves have you.”
opening the window, Baz, see how far you get.”
did you do to it?”
serious, just a simple precaution, but you won’t be getting it open.”
if I carried you out the door?”
have to fight me to get me there, and I don’t think the Anathema would like
that very much.”
seethes at me for another few seconds before storming out the door. I can hear his angry steps all the way down
stay where I am for I don’t know how long.
It’s like I can’t move, and my stomach is still feeling hollow. Not in a hungry way, more like someone took
one of my organs out and left a giant empty spot, and now the rest of my organs
are frantically shifting around to try and fill the space. I’m cold and hot at the same time.
I say aloud to the empty room.
and I are out on the hill when she sees what I’ve done.
“Mor-gana, Simon,” she breathes, her eyes
wide. “How are you even still alive?”
shake my head, watching Baz as he disappears into the castle. His hair is even more ethereal in the light
of day. I can only imagine what he would
look like if the sun were shining. He’d
have a fucking halo.
better question is, why has he left it like that?” Penny muses, squinting at
the doors even after Baz has passed through them. “Couldn’t he magic it back to normal?”
the dye is too strong.”
exactly did you pull this off, anyway?”
poured hair bleach in his shampoo last night.”
shakes her head with a disbelieving laugh.
“Crowley, Simon,” she says, “when is this game going to end?”
shrug. I hadn’t thought about it. “When there’s a winner?”
how do you determine a winner?”
just until one of us concedes.”
know you two,” she scoffs, “that’s not going to happen.”
about her saying you two makes my
heart beat a little louder in my ears for just a second.
let me get this straight,” she continues.
“First you changed his sugar into salt, so he turned your scones to
rock. Then came the necklace thing, and
the glue on the doorknob. I know he kept
turning your music up yesterday, but there’s something missing in between. Did you forfeit that day?”
did you do?”
memory is sour and I grimace. “I don’t
want to talk about it?”
“Why? Did it not work?”
what? He’s cursed you loads of times.”
gave him nightmares.”
doesn’t answer for a second. “You did what?”
were only supposed to be minor ones, but something went wrong, they were never
supposed to hurt him.”
bad were they?”
want to scrub the memory from my eyelids.
“I had to wake him up because he kept shouting.”
that’s… terrible, actually.”
told you, they weren’t supposed to be scary.”
you attacked the mind. Worse, you
attacked the subconscious.” She looks at
me like I’ve taken her food without asking.
“Does he know it was you?”
don’t think so.”
that why you didn’t get mad yesterday when he pranked you?”
would I get mad?” I shrug. “I deserved
never thought I’d see the day that you felt bad for hurting Baz.”
shake my head. “He might be a twat, but
you didn’t hear him. No one deserves
whatever he was dreaming.”
watches me thoughtfully. “Hmm,” she
just… maybe you guys don’t hate each other as much as you think you do.”
hair is still white-blond later at night when we turn in. I still have to consciously remind myself to
stop staring at it.
hasn’t said anything to me since this morning, but I don’t think it’s because
he’s mad. More just the normal silence
that exists between us when we’re not actively fighting or shouting abuse at
wonder as he turns out the lights if his hair has always looked so soft, or if
I’ve just noticed it now. When he turns
it black again, will I still have the urge to touch it? Is it something I’ve always wanted to do but
only just realized?
thought occurs to me as his breathing starts to deepen across the room. “Hey, Baz.”
ridiculous and not even close to true.
My hair is the blonde of honey, while his is currently the blonde of
fucking snow, but that makes it even more ironic and, naturally, even more
funny to me.
Baz doesn’t say anything, just sits
up and punts one of his pillows at me, and I can’t hold in a giggle when it
A/N half inspired by Justin Bieber’s new song Friends :)
“And we’ll see you guys on Tuesday” played the penultimate ending of this weeks video followed by the echo of the outro tune and bloopers.
“So you edited that completely on your own without the assistance of Grayson?”
“Yep Gray free! Thank you little one! I’m quite proud of it, we usually do half and half when editing our content because we’re both better at different things than the other.” Little one was a nickname Ethan had called me for as long as I could remember, because he and Grayson were significantly larger than I was, thus the name catching on.
“Do you know if him and Cam arrived safe?” Grayson and the twin’s older sister Cameron had gone to a concert together that was a few hours away from LA. Cameron had received the tickets for her birthday and Grayson was more than interested in going with her so they booked a hotel to stay overnight after the concert.
“Yeah he just texted, they got there over an hour ago, I don’t know how they are going to survive without me, considering I am the brains of the family” Ethan said with a big grin on his face which I could only reply with a giggle.
“Yeah yeah you keep thinking that E” I stifled a laugh.
Ethan’s expression changed and his mouth dropped as he pretended to be shocked by my previous comment, he then clutched his heart as if I’d ripped it out of his chest.
“Y/N! How dare you insult me like that, I think you should apologise”
“I don’t think I need to apologise” I hummed.
“Then I think you better start running” he stated calmly.
It took my brain a few seconds to process what Ethan had just said. Until he suddenly moved towards me, my eyes widened, I jumped to my feet and I began running out of the room. I managed to escape Ethan dodging him around the apartment. Eventually I ran into his room, unfortunately Ethan had followed me in and he was stood in the door way meaning I had no escape.
“Oh dear y/n, it looks like you can’t escape me” Ethan smirked slyly.
I scrunched up my eyes accepting my worst fate, only for nothing to happen. I felt a presence closer to me so I peaked through my right eye to see Ethan stood a mere few centimetres in front of me.
Ethan winked at me which baffled me at first until the next thing I knew he was scooping me up and dropped me in the middle of his bed. He swiftly climbed on top of me and placed his knees either side of my hips so he was straddling me and so that I was trapped beneath him.
He leaned down, pressed his lips to my ear and whispered “there’s no escaping me now little one”.
I had to admit that mine and Ethan’s relationship had always been rather complicated, we were best friends but I always felt like it could be more but am unsure whether he would like to progress it further or keep the friendship intact. It was apparent to our other friends and even family that we were always flirting and many of them even ‘shipped’ us, which obviously he found weird.
I felt my cheeks begin to heat up as Ethan still remained close to my face, I had become rather flustered as him pinning me down like this portrayed Ethan’s dominant male side, which obviously turned me on.
Unexpectedly I felt fingertips tickle my body, this was when I knew exactly what Ethan’s plan was. I was defenceless against the powers of tickling.
“Ethan please s-s-stop” I managed to stutter out whilst he continued to tickle me, showing no mercy.
“Make me” he replied in a deeper voice than his typical one.
“Maybe I will” I decided to throw back to make it look like this was fighting talk and hell did I want to win.
He had leaned in closer to my face now and our foreheads were practically touching, I looked up into his chocolate eyes and then I realised that the tickling had come to a halt.
Ethan suddenly pulled away leaving me slightly fluttered and a bit confused in what had just happened.
“E-E are you okay? What just happened?”
“Nothing happened y/n, it’s fine, I’m fine”
He fidgeted with his hands and moved to the other side of his bed sitting away from me.
I took it upon myself to figure out what had just happened between us to make him act so weird so I sat up, slid myself across the bed to sit next to him and took his hand in mine.
“We’ve been best friends for years now, you know you can tell me anything, I’m a great listener I’ll have you know” I said whilst poking his sides with my fingers.
I saw him stifle a giggle but I knew something was still wrong, his body language was ridged and stiff. The both of us remained in silence for a while, I didn’t force him to tell me anything because he didn’t have to. I was about to change the subject to watching a film when Ethan suddenly spoke up.
“Y/n” was all that came out of his mouth as he turned his body to face me, he offered me a soft smile which I returned instantly. His smile was something I would never get used to, it would just offer so much warmth and happiness.
Ethan’s hands found my cheeks, so my face was cupped between them. He leaned in close until our foreheads were touching resting against each other.
“Can we still be friends if…” he began, I could feel the warmth of his breathing on my skin.
“If what Ethan?” I questioned in a mere whisper.
“I-if I kissed you y/n”
A thousands thoughts suddenly hit my mind as I tried to process the words that just escaped his mouth. Yes I wanted to be with Ethan and yes I wanted to kiss him, but I didn’t want to jeopardise our friendship that we had had for so many years.
“I don’t know Ethan, I mean I want to, but I don’t want to and I don’t want to jeopa-”
“Y/n. Can we still be friends if I kissed you?”
“No” I answered finally not sure if I’d made the right decision.
“Fuck it” was all he said before his lips were making contact with mine.
The kiss was gentle but passionate at the same time; our movements were slow but the kiss remained very heated. I didn’t want it to stop, his kiss was like a drug and I was addicted to it. Ethan was first to pull away to come up for air, his breath was heavy and his lips were slightly swollen and pink, which meant I probably looked even worse than usual.
“Why didn’t you pull away? I thought you said we couldn’t be friends if I did that” his voice still struggling for some oxygen.
“Yes but what I didn’t say before I was pleasantly interrupted is that we could be more than friends…” I whispered whilst my thumb traced over my tingling bottom lip.
Ethan placed a few chaste kisses on my lips and pulled away leaving me pouting.
“I think I could agree to that” he smiled whilst running his hand through his long locks.
“Then I guess it’s a deal” I spoke more confidently as I moved over to straddle Ethan’s lap.