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Misfire [Chapter 2]

Summary: The four times Bucky tries to ask you out and fails.

Warnings: couple of swear words, that’s all!

a/n: The response I got for the first part was u n r e a l. Thank you guys so much! I hope you enjoy part 2, because it might be one of my favorites ;)

Chapter 1

The Sight



“Love letters!” Steve snapped his fingers dramatically.

“The fuck you mean ‘love letters’?” Bucky frowned.

“Language!” Tony chided, making Bucky snort and Steve shake his head while mumbling under his breath.

“Write her a love letter. You know, ‘Oh Y/N you’re so great, I’m totally in love with you’ blah blah,” Steve continued, glaring at Tony who was smirking at him. 

“I’m not in love with her,” he sighed, leading both of them to roll their eyes at him eerily simultaneously.

“Okay, sure. And Rogers here didn’t make a hole in the wall with the toaster because he couldn’t figure out how to use it.” 

“Hey! I am not-”

“Okay whatever. How do I give it to her?” Bucky interrupted their banter before it upscaled.

“Slip it under her door?” 

“No, wait. Put it in her designated mailbox. That way you won’t get caught if she suddenly opens her door,” Tony raised, talking about the separate mailboxes the team had for themselves so as to not read each other’s private matters.

Too many times had Clint mocked Sam for his addiction to Vogue when they showed up in the mail addressed to him.

“Yeah, that would work.” He nodded his head

“Well go! Start writing!” Steve urged him, nearly pushing him off the couch they were all lounging around on.

Bucky caught himself on the arm rest just before he fell, shooting a hard look at Tony who was sniggering. He dusted himself off and straightened up before sauntering off, growing red at the thought of what he wanted to write to you.

Dear Y/N

Hey Y/N

Yo Y/N hows it going bruh

Hi there

He sighed, finally feeling content with the opening part he had spent the past fifteen minutes trying to perfect.

I like you

I love you?

I think youre gr8 10/10 would recommend

I adore you

He let out a deep breath he didn’t know he was holding.

You have no clue who this is

I hope you never find out who this is

dude im hella sure you have no fuckin idea who i am and that’s good but like

It may not hit you right away as to who I am, but I can assure you that I am very much prominent in your life.

You’re beautiful, and I want to say so much more, but words cannot express how captivating you really are.

Bucky stared blankly at the piece of paper he had drafted this on, feeling the heat creep up his neck at how cheesy it all was.

He wondered if he should write more. 

“Oh, fuck it,” he mumbled, signing it off with ‘Your teammate’.

As he nibbled on his cereal, his mind drifted to whether you had received it or not. It had been a few days since he had dropped it into your mailbox and had yet to notice a sign as to whether you had seen it or not.

The team surrounded him, with the exception of you and Sam. Presumably gone to get your morning drink from Starbucks.

As Bruce passed around another plate of bacon, a loud boisterous laughter interrupted everyone’s chatter, making them turn their heads to the doorway.

Sam and you stood there, both of you red in the face but for completely different reasons. 

You were crimson from laughter and Sam…Sam was red for a whole another cause.

“Who the fuck left this in my mailbox?” he panted, clutching a white lined notebook paper and Bucky almost fainted.

That was the letter he meant to post to you.

“What’s that?” he swallowed thickly, earning Sam’s gaze.

“A-a confession letter! About someone’s feelings!” He almost yelled. He was scandalised to say the least.

“What does it say?” Nat piped up, eyebrows furrowed and Bucky could swear his heart stopped.

“Hi there. I adore you,” Sam began, but was interrupted by another fit of laughter from you, soon joined in by Tony who sent a knowing look to Bucky. 

Bucky sank lower in his seat, if that was even possible.

“It may not hit you right away as to who I am, but I can assure you that I am very much prominent in your life.” Sam cleared his throat uncomfortably, eyes scanning over the next set of words.

“What more?” Tony prompted him to go on, a hint of a smirk playing at his lips.

“Um- You’re, uh, beautiful, and I want to say so much more, but words cannot express how-” He coughed loudly to express his distaste- “captivating you really are.”

And now there were four people who were ruby red- two from embarrassment and two from laughing too hard.

Of course the latter included Tony, who knew exactly what was going on. You were just laughing at the expression on poor Sam’s face.

“Which one is your box?” Bucky asked meekly, already knowing the answer but not understanding how he had messed it up.

“The second one from the left, second row.” His eyebrow quirked up. “Why, you know who put this in?”

“How does it matter, Sam?” Steve quickly jumped in, trying to save his friend from further humiliation.

“There is someone in the room right now who is in love with me, of course it matters! Look y’all. Y’all are great and shit, but you’re definitely not on the same level as I am. I’m clearly a 10, and you’re probably all a 5 or 6. Barnes is a 4. Barton is a 3,” he added quickly, earning protests from Clint who had his face stuffed with eggs.

“Now, I’m asking you again, Barnes. Did you see someone out this in?”

Uhh-” he began to stammer nervously. “Umm-”

“It was Tony,” Steve blurted out, immediately biting his lip as Tony spat out his orange juice.

“What the FUCK?!” Tony bellowed, wiping at his chin furiously while Sam had the most flabbergasted look on his face. “It wasn’t me! It was Barnes!”

“What?! No!” He quickly regained his composure, glancing around in urgency. “It was Steve!”

“Steve?” Sam looked mortified, and rightly so. 

“Jesus, no! It wasn’t me!” He threw his hands up in despair.

“Which one of you was it?!” 

“Bucky!”

“Steve!”

“Tony!”

Jesus fucking Christ.” Sam groaned, slapping his forehead.

All three of them glared at each other simultaneously, obviously mad at the other for blaming them.

“Even if this is some sort of joke, I’m not dating any of you.” His expression was half in between appalled and shocked as he turned on his heel and stalked out of the kitchen, leaving you at the doorway.

Bucky broke away from the petty staring contest and towards you, beckoning you to sit next to him.

You strode towards the table, pulling out the seat and sitting next to him with a large smile, still finding the whole thing very funny.

“Are you laughing at the letter?” Bucky asked you lowly as the normal talk resumed to the table, probably centred around the commotion which had just occurred.

“No, I’m laughing at Sam’s expression. The letter was nice,” you whispered back and Bucky could feel a weight life off his shoulders as he smiled back at you.

Okay so maybe it wasn’t going great so far, but third time’s the charm, right?.



Chapter 3


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Growing Up Batty: Part 6

AN: So I’ve actually finished writing this series. It has two parts left to be posted and then it shall be done. I’m very excited for you guys to read the ending. I think it’ll be very different from what you’re used to.

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5


You and your parents have an understanding, they don’t ask any questions and you don’t put your life in blatant danger. They know it could be worse, that you could have ended up like either of your parents. And honestly there’s a lot worse things than fighting Gotham’s crime at night. Still, you understand their blissful ignorance, and you fully support it.

           You launch yourself from one roof to the next, and take off running. You cherish the burn in your lungs and the ache in your legs. Then you’re falling, in between buildings and into an alleyway.

           It takes nothing to incapacitate the mugger there. You leave him for the cops to find, before scaling the wall back to the roof. Damian is waiting for you, his legs thrown over the side as he stares at the sky line.

           You wait for him to make the first move. He does, just like always. He holds out a small box. Curiously, you take it. Inside is a cupcake. You glance at him, and see the lightest tinge of a blush on his face. He clears his throat and says, “Happy Anniversary.”

           You cock your head to the side, “Which one did I forget?” He raises an eyebrow in question, and you continue, “Which anniversary? Friendship? Study date? First time I came to your house?”

           He sighs, “You’re infuriating.”

           You shrug, “I’m told it’s in my DNA.”

           He rolls his eyes, “You’ve officially been Nightingale for three years now.”  

           Your brow furrows, “I get an anniversary cupcake for that?”

           “Yes.”

           “You and the guys don’t get cupcakes. Neither does Bruce.”

           “You’re special.”

           “How am I special?”

           There’s several moments of silence before he reaches for the cupcake, and says, “Never mind, you’re ordinary and you don’t deserve a cupcake.”

           You hold it out of his reach, “I always deserve a cupcake. You’re adorable when you’re ornery.”

           He pouts while you eat it. Occasionally, you let him swipe some icing, before you get back to it. You run the rooftops together, leaning on each other. You work as a team, a fearsome duo.

           By the time the sun rises you’ve taken out ten muggers, stopped two robberies, and stopped an armed gun fight. It’s three am, you’re exhausted, and ready for bed. Of course, bed isn’t always an option. Especially when the big guy calls you in.

           Two years ago, Bruce had split the team into sections. You worked on a rotating schedule, and more often than not, you and Damian were paired together near the docks. Bruce only called everyone in for big stuff. A bit reluctantly, you follow Damian back to the cave.

           Everyone is there and waiting, and that’s when you get the news; Harley Quinn had broken the Joker out of Arkham.

           You don’t feel embarrassed, or sad, you’re mad. Your mother had been laying low for years. While there were occasional sightings of her she hadn’t done anything particularly bad in the years since you’d become Nightingale. And Joker, he had somehow stayed under lock and key the whole time.

           You weren’t exactly excited about the idea of a family reunion, and when Bruce tells you to go home, you’re not surprised. Even if everyone else is. You’re part of the team, they argue, it’s not fair. But you’re more than willing to sit this one out. So, you hang up your suit, and head home.

           You’re five blocks from home when the first plant starts to sprout. You slow the motorcycle to a stop, and carefully dismount after cutting the engine. You walk to the curb and take a seat. She shows up moments later.

           She sits down next to you, crossing her legs, “Hello, Arlecchino.”

           You blink at her, “Pamela.”

           She smiles at the formality, “How’s the superhero life treating you?”

           You frown, but you’re not surprised, if she had been able to read your DNA all those years ago, it doesn’t surprise you that she knows your alter ego as well. “Peachy. What do you want?”

           “Your mother is in trouble.”

           “My mother is five blocks down the road already asleep. You are referring to my carrier.”

           “Is that resentment I hear?”

           “Only for her actions.”

           She nods, “Fair enough. Doesn’t change the fact that she needs your help.”

           You hesitate before asking, “What happened?”

           Pamela stares at you, “Your father found out about you.”

           Your eyes go wide, “Who told him?”

           “She did.”

           “Why?”

           Pamela sighs, “After we met all those years ago, I confronted her about you. She demanded information about you. Then started talking about taking you back. That couldn’t happen. I know that, and you know that, but Harley…”

           “Is crazy.”

           “Only because of the Joker. I told her no, that it would ruin your life, and that seemed to knock sense into her, right up until she saw you on TV. She went ballistic, left the greenhouse before I could stop her, went to get Joker’s help in getting you back. Wants the three of you to be a family. The seeds I planted on her, the ones that measure her vitals, tell me she’s in bad shape.”

           You wipe your hands over your face, “Why can’t you get her?”

           “Because she won’t listen to me. Won’t believe her delusion won’t come true until she sees it.”

           You scowl, “You mean until she sees him almost kill me.”

           “To put it in blunt terms, yes.”

           You shake your head and stand up, “I know better. One sidekick already died at his hands, I doubt I’ll be lucky enough to come back. She’s made her bed and now she has to lie in it.” Without another word, you walk away, mount your bike, and go.

Marauders + house share head-cannons 

  • So they are done with Hogwarts, the world is their oyster, freedom ect 
  • and then
  • shit
  • “Pads we have nowhere to live” 
  • “I’ve got a real big cardboard box you can share Prongs mate you don’t have to live with your parents.” 
  • James and Sirius have a panic because they are adults and do they know how to adult? No. 
  • Lily and Remus are watching like ??? 
  • Purebloods are not good at getting on the property ladder due to an abundance of ancestral family homes. 
  • Lily and Remus mention that they are renting a flat together. 
  • “Great! We’ll live with you!”  (This is Sirius. James is still a little scared of accidentally scaring Lily away with his over-eagerness.) 
  • Lily says it would make rent cheaper (and she’s head over heels for James and now she doesn’t have to ask him to move in so it’s all great.) 
  • “There are only two bedrooms.” - Remus and his A* maths skills have realized this isn’t going to work as smoothly as they all think. 
  • “Lily and James, you and me, Moony. Perfecto.” 
  • Sirius realizes what he has implied and blushes a lot. Remus blushes a lot. James has a realization. Lily is rolling her eyes. 
  • “Erm. Or you know, I could take the couch.” 
  • “Don’t be stupid, Pads. We’ve shared a room for years. Besides, we don’t want you always hogging the sofa and claiming it as your own.” 
  • Remus adds this a little hastily because yes he absolutely does want to share a room with Sirius he just doesn’t want to admit it. 
  • Sirius nods, still a little embarrassed, maybe thinking about seeing Remus shirtless and sharing a room with no James and no Peter. 
  • Where is Peter you ask? I don’t know. On holiday in Australia. I don’t freaking care. 
  • “You and Lily have to keep the sex to a minimum OK my innocence can’t deal with it.” - Sirius, again, mainly because he doesn’t think he’ll be able to have sex ever again whilst sharing a room with Moony unless it’s with Moony and that would be crazy wouldn’t it yes. 
  • Lily elbows Sirius rather hard. 
  • Anyway they agree on this and they move in 
  • but
  • the flat is tiny
  • like super tiny
  • there are technically two bedrooms
  • but
  • each will only fit a double, not two singles
  • unless they go with bunk beds
  • no one wants bunkbeds have you ever slept in a bunk bed
  • it’s hell
  • the other person twitches their big toe and it’s like you are on a rolling ship in the ocean
  • idk maybe I had shitty bunk beds
  • anyway back on topic
  • Sirius and Remus don’t really talk about it, they just get on with it
  • and if they wake up snuggling well no one needs to know
  • and they both kind of like it so
  • they don’t kiss or anything they just snuggle in bed
  • Lily and James catch them one morning, snuggled up, arguing, and ask if they are dating
  • and they are like ??? no! of course not! this is platonic morning snuggling what are you talking about 
  • then Lily and James leave
  • and Sirius is like 
  • Moony are we accidentally married
  • Moony says maybe they are 
  • They kiss a little 
  • they kiss some more
  • Sirius bounces out of the room to tell Lily and James that yes they are dating they are boyfriends now 
  • Que eye rolls from the flatmates who are semi competent at romance
  • Anyway Lily and James share their tiny room 
  • and they love it
  • but they fight. So much? 
  • Not about anything Sirius like they just like a good fight 
  • “James Potter are those your socks underneath my pillow again.” 
  • Lily Evans will you refrain from storing your wand in my boots!”
  • They are both messy af though so that isn’t an issue
  • Remus and Sirius though -Remus is so messy? You wouldn’t think it because he has his shit together and he meets deadlines and all but… he does not do tidy. Sirius is a complete neat freak though so he’s always pairing up Remus socks and doing his laundry and making the bed the second Remus is out of it and it drives Remus mad. 
  • “Sirius where the fuck are my shoes? And that book about muggle electronics?” 
  • “On the shoe rack and on your bookcase.” 
  • “What the hell are they doing there?! how am I supposed to find anything if you keep moving it into ridicoulous places???” 
  • “??? it’s literally in the right place Moony you are being ridiculous.” 
  • Anyway Sirius does most of the cleaning around the flat, Lily and James do the cooking (Sirius and Remus can. not. cook. Everything is burnt or raw. If left to their own devices they would eat toast, biscuits, crisps and apples. Sometimes peanut butter by the spoonful.) 
  • Remus does the grocery shopping because he can budget and he is excellent at writing lists. He loves his lists. 
  • Sirius is horrified the first time he does Lily’s laundry. 
  • “WHAT IS THIS EVANS WHY IS THERE STRING IN YOUR LAUNDRY”
  • “That is a thong, Sirius. Please put it down.” 
  • “YOU WEAR THIS? WHAT CRUEL AND UNUSUAL TORTURE IS IT?”
  • He is actually quite concerned. 
  • The main flat arguments they have are over:
  •  1, Lily and James make up sex (at least three times a week after a meaningless fight. Sirius and Remus are convinced they fight just to fuel their sex life.)
  • 2. Remus leaving his socks everywhere? Like everywhere? He comes home and leaves them in the sink, on the sofa, balled up in the corner, in the bed - anywhere. 
  • 3. People using Sirius’ shampoo. 
  • 4. Taking the bins out, which they all hate. Other than that they are pretty clean. 
  • 5. James’ repeated attempts to adopt stray animals. 
  • “James dear, that is fox. It is wild. It does not need rescuing. Please put it back outside.” 
  • “BUT… IT’S SO CUTE.”
  • 6. James getting up at 5.46 everyday so he can be out running before the other runners, and smirk at them whilst they warm up. 
  • 7. Sirius overly load rock music and Lily’s overly load pop music and especially Lily and Sirius’ frequent sing/dance offs. 
  • Idk I just really like thinking about the marauders and Lily squished into a tiny flat in London for the first year out of Hogwarts and yeah things are starting to get scary but it’s OK for now and they are happy and in love and everything is good. 
Chance and Choice (Part 6 of 10)

Summary: Reader has just about given up on love. A gag trip to a psychic reveals the supposed name of her soulmate. Will she ever find him?

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader, some side Natasha x Steve, Wanda x Vision

Word Count: 906

Warnings: language, drinking

A/N: This is a drabble series I’m trying out. It’s my first thing ever posted. PS - Let the confusion begin!

Part 1 - 2 - 3 - 4 - 5 - 6 - 7 - 8 - 9 - 10

Originally posted by winter-barnes

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gif tutorial: colouring (*°ω°*ฅ)*

umm i was asked how i colour gifs sooo i’m now showing you how i make stuff from something like this

to this

to follow this tutorial, you will have to have general knowledge of how to make a gif on photoshop. if you don’t already, you can read an old tutorial that i made; since i don’t exactly gif like that now, you can ask for a new tutorial if you wonder what my current gif-making steps are.

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Scorbus Coming Out rec list

So last Tuesday was National Coming Out Day and I didn’t really do anything to mark the occasion. I came out to my friends and family when I was 13 and I’m about to turn 31. Being in a monogamous relationship with a man gives the illusion that I am heterosexual, but I was once very open about my bisexuality, I even founded our high school’s GSA. However this post isn’t about me, it’s to celebrate the wonderful Scorbus coming out stories that have come out post Cursed Child.

Most of these are one shots but there are a few chaptered stories at the bottom. If you know of any other Scorbus fics that feature coming out as an important part of the plot please reblog to add on to this list. While I personally see Albus and Scorpius’ coming out to their families as a pretty easy process (I assume the parents figured it out before they did) I like that authors have explored different dynamics. I hope that anyone struggling with coming out themselves can take courage from these stories. I’m also always available to chat.


Albus Severus Potter/Scorpius Hyperion Malfoy 

Coming Out Stories 

*Coming Out- rainystreetlights
Scorpius and Albus have been going out for a few months now. It’s probably time Draco knew. Scorpius, however, would be happy to put it off forever.

*Albus Comes Out- albvsxscorpy
Short, sweet and funny. Hopefully a sequel will be coming soon :)

*Coming Out to Ginny- torestoreamends
Albus comes out to his mum. Short sweet ficlet.

*Best Mates- picascribit
Part 1 of Pica’s Scorbus Arc (G)
Albus comes out to Scorpius. Confessions, realizations and getting together.

*Hogsmeade Outing- picascribit
Part 2 of the Scorbus Arc series (G)
First date and coming out to the school.

*Protego Club- picascribit

Part 3 of the Scorbus Arc series (G)

Hogwarts’ own LGBTQ club and it is amazing!

*Albus Day- picascribit
Part 4 of the Scorbus Arc series (Teen and up)

It’s Albus’s birthday! Lot’s of cousins, cuddling and kissing. Plus Protego Club, LGBTQ themes and conversations about consent and waiting. This is so rich and wonderful!

(Note that Part 5, ‘No Distractions’ isn’t really a coming out story so I haven’t included it on the list, but if you haven’t read it by all means do, just a warning that there is a mature sex scene at the end.)

*The Talk-picascribit
Part 6 of the Scorbus Arc series (Warning Rated Mature)
Harry and Albus have “the talk” and it’s awkward and wonderful and hilarious

*Missing Pieces- picascribit
Part 7 of the Scorbus Arc series (Teen and up)
Scorpius comes out to his father and it *hurts* but it gets better.

*In Spades- Jillian Bowes
‘When Scorpius learns he may be asexual, he worries he will never get to be in love. Albus is determined to convince him otherwise.’ Wonderful fic exploring sexual and romantic identity, and of course love.

*Coming Out to You- scorbus394
Two boys. One closet. And the cutest way to come out of that closet. 

*Studying- writeitininkorinblood
“So, this is what the kids mean when they say ‘studying’ nowadays, is it?” Ginny finds Albus and Scorpius kissing and it’s more than a little awkward.

*Talking- writeitininkorinblood
Ginny is pretty determined that Harry talk to his son about his relationship. Harry is less convinced but Ginny is in charge so here he was, sat on the edge of Albus’ bed and trying to make an awkward conversation as non-awkward as possible.

*The Potter Thing- writeitininkorinblood
Scorpius knows he has to come out to his father eventually. It wasn’t the male thing Scorpius thought his father would be mad about, it was the Albus Potter thing. The /Potter/ thing in particular.

*We’ll Be Okay- c_hristine_s 

‘Albus’s embarrassment always seems to rub off on Scorpius.’ 
End of six year, planning to come out over summer break.

*After Breakfast- BookofSpells
‘Albus is nervous about he and Scorp’s first night alone in their new flat. Harry is clueless’. Cute and funny.

*pride- nova of scorbusdrabbles
‘Harry discovered that Albus is gay when Ministry business led him to Hogwarts on what was coincidentally the school’s Pride Day’. Short, slightly crack-ish drabble.

*Firewhisky- amorae
‘Albus Severus Potter isn’t nearly as dense as his father, but if there were a competition for “The Densest Potter Boys Alive”, it would be a very, very close call.’ This quite long, but full of supportive characters and one very clueless Albus.

*When did that start?- smolbirbplant

‘Albus and Scorpius have been keeping their relationship a secret all year. As they get off the Hogwarts express Scorpius decides that he wants to share that secret with their families.’ 
Short, cute, easy. Supportive, yet teasing James.

*Buried Memory- ssJono
‘Albus is fed up with his Dad’s attempt at setting him up and comes to a realisation.’ Featuring Fantastic and fierce Ginny.

*The Unfortunate Consequences of Talking to Oneself in the Mirror- TheRogueHuntress
'In which Scorpius attempts to tell his grandfather he’s dating Albus Potter.’ Probably not CC compliant, probably don’t care. It’s short and funny.

*One Beat- threebroomstickz
'Scorpius released a long, defeated sigh. It was true, he had insisted that they keep their relationship secret. For the sake of their families. The media would have a ball when they find out about the gay sons of the savior of the wizarding world, and ex-death eater.’

*Together- KillianJones32
Well, preparing to come out anyway

*talk to me for hours-clohvers
Perhaps more of a confessional than a coming out, but it has a similar nervous energy.

*Albus Potter and the Crush on His Best Friend- ablondeweasley
‘Harry’s battles, in the original seven books, were always simple, and with two outcomes: beat Voldemort or die. Albus struggles with something much more complicated…’ Veritaserum, confessions, rainbow cupcakes and Poppy Pomfrey, oh my! 

*Only Love- cinderblocklynn
‘Albus doesn’t have much interest in girls and he doesn’t feel like he needs to, he has Scorpius and he’s more than enough for him’. Getting together then coming out to the Potters.

*One Step at a Time- teenagewasteland
Pure Scorbus fluff because we can never have too much of that
Part one is getting together, part two is coming out

*In Which Scorpius Malfoy and Albus Potter Come Out- Ravenclaw Scientist
Part 1 of ‘In which… Scorbus is cannon’ series (Teen and Up)
This is a bit all over the place, but as the title suggests… Scorpius comes out to Albus is chapter one, Scorpius comes out to his dad in chapter 3 and Albus comes out to his parents in chapter 6. In between there are drunken house parties and weirdness.

*A very important conversation- Ravenclaw Scientist
Part 4 of 'In which… Scorbus is cannon’ series (rated Mature)
Harry and Draco sit Albus and Scorpius down for “the talk” *together*. Much awkwardness ensues. Scorpius is adorable. Warning for well you know, wizard sex education. Works as a stand alone.

*Love Dorks- pommedeplume
Part 4 of the Albus and Scorpius Series
Albus Potter discusses his gender with his boyfriend. Kissing and dorkiness ensues.

*Someone My Mother Would Be Proud Of- ScorbusDeservesBetter 
Note that I have only read the first three chapters (Scorpius comes out to his dad in the third) but it is a complete story.

*A Knack for Trouble- CoronaAustralis
This is a WIP and promises to have a rather complex and intriguing plot. The boys come out in chapter 2 or rather Scorpius comes out and Albus makes a muddle of it.

*Adventures of a Transgendered Wizard
Note that this is a WIP. It’s written in first person, and while it is not really my thing, I thought it should be included here.

Sterek + Halloween Fic Recs

Happy Halloween guys! 

Here’s a list of some Halloween themed fics posted within the past year, (in no particular order) 

Also, this list got kind of long so the majority was put under a read more. 

Enjoy!

This Isn’t Real by littlefrog1025 (1/1 | 3,634 | R)

A well-meaning witch causes a bit of angst between Stiles and Derek with a love spell on Halloween.

Something Spooky, Something Blue by crossroadswrite (1/1 | 2,483 | G)

Derek sighs and boredly stuffs a handful of gummi bears in his mouth, straight out of a Halloween candy bowl Aunt Olivia insists in buying every year even if they never get trick or treaters this far into the woods.

He tilts his head and tunes back into the boys’ conversation, which has been the prime time entertainment of the Hales for the past ten minutes or so.

“It’s dark,” one of the boys whines.

“Don’t be a baby, Scott,” the second chastises.

“But, I don’t wanna,” Scott whines, like a baby.

Imagine Me And You by callunavulgari (6/6 | 16,080 | G)

“My name,” the kid tells Derek, sounding amused. “It’s Stiles. I figure if I’m going to wrestle a complete stranger for a pumpkin the least I can do is offer my name afterwards.”

“Stiles,” Derek tries, testing the way the name sits on his tongue. “I’m Derek.”

“Derek,” Stiles breathes, like he’s testing the weight of the name too. He grins, bright and blinding, which Derek guesses means that he likes the sound of it. “I’d offer to shake your hand, but since we almost got to second base a minute ago, I’d say we’re past that point.”

reason to stay by bleep0bleep (7/7 | 12,564 | PG13)

Life is cruel. Derek Hale is only going to be here in Beacon Hills for a week. Sundays Fun Days is a lie. It was not fun, getting a bit of hope and having it torn away.

How much wooing can Stiles do in a week, anyway?

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It’s the last week of October, and a small town baker has run into his first crush again. Fate might have other ideas. Stiles tries for romance with a little help from what Beacon Hills does best— Halloween.

The power of Superman by mildmanneredmissy (1/1 | 2,566 | PG13)

Derek’s Superman outfit breaks Stiles.

Marked for Later by hazelNuts (1/1 | 5,005 | R)

The Hale and the McCall pack have an uneasy truce. Now, when a witch has been killing people in both their territories, Derek and Stiles have to go undercover and actually work together to stop her.

‘We’ll go as a couple, of course. Then we either ask her if she wants a threesome, or I complain to her about my dick of a boyfriend. That role shouldn’t be too hard for you,’ Stiles grins, delighted at Derek’s horrified expression. ‘Now all we need are costumes.’
‘No.’

Little Red Riding Hoodie and the Sourwolf by SourWolfie (pieprincess_andthe_fallenangel) (1/1 | 7,233 | NC17)

It had seemed like a good idea when Stiles had first thought of it… it was funny… would make everyone laugh despite all the recent deaths in their pack.

Or the one where Stiles wears a revealing little red riding hood costume to Lydia’s Halloween party.

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Intro to Upper Class Culture, Part 6: Fashion Show Etiquette

“Dress shabbily and they remember the dress; dress impeccably and they remember the woman.”

Coco Chanel

I remember the first time I put on a Chanel Dress. I was 19 years old and it was my friend’s mother’s; she figured we were the same size and before I knew it, she was pulling up the zipper and spinning me around in front of a mirror telling me how stunning I looked-and I did. I remember how the dress felt hugging me, as if it had been painted on me, and I remember feeling like I was the most elegant creature who ever lived. That day, this former tomboy girl became a woman.

In all seriousness, I was hooked on fashion. I still am. I spend an inordinate amount of time perusing fashion blogs, skimming through fashion magazines, and watching interviews with my favorite fashion insiders. I also spend way too much money on my addiction (let’s call a spade a spade). It’s gotten so bad that I have an entire bedroom dedicated to housing my clothing and it still isn’t enough; I look at that room and realize that people have real problems and as I feel that burning shame creep up my spine, I look at my beautiful vintage Chanel dress and that melts away.

But enough about me being a shopaholic; I’m writing this segment of “Intro to Upper Class Culture” on Fashion Show Etiquette! Why? Because I think if you’ve never been to a fashion show you don’t really know what to expect and I’m sure it seems exciting but also intimidating-it did for me. I am by no means a fashion insider nor do I work in the fashion industry, but some of my friends do and they have been gracious enough to score me a few invites to fashion shows and I wholeheartedly thank them, it’s a dream come true. So, without further ado, here is my guide to Fashion Show Etiquette.

First, like any other invitation, you should respond to an invitation to a fashion show promptly and accurately. If you say you’re attending, you need to attend (unless there’s an emergency, obviously). Having empty seats at a fashion show looks bad and it’s embarrassing for the designer so out of respect for them (and whoever scored you that invite) you need to keep your commitment. Try to arrive on time. Most fashion shows start late (think at least half an hour) but it’s still good to show up on time. If you arrive after the show starts you might lose your spot or not be allowed in.

Second, on the note of invitations: seating is a privilege. Most of the time seats are assigned, at least in my experience. So, if you get an invitation and it doesn’t have seating information on it…your invitation might be standing room. A lot of people get standing room invitations to fashion shows, it’s not uncommon by any means, but yeah, it kind of sucks. Especially at big shows your chances of getting a seat unless you’re a big wig in the industry are slim to none, but I promise standing room is still a great experience and you’ll still be way cooler than any of your friends who didn’t go.

Third, we’re going to go over how to dress.

Wear comfortable shoes, flats are actually a good idea-or your most comfortable heels. Why? If you’re in standing room, that’s self explanatory. Also, pretty much unless you’re Anna Wintour you’re going to be spending a lot of time standing in line. Fashion shows are usually a mess and more than likely you could be standing in line anywhere from ten minutes to over an hour. Then you have to actually get to your seat, and more often than not, that in itself is a mess. So, wear shoes you can actually walk in, and shoes that are comfortable. Or don’t-but don’t whine about your blisters to me.

Don’t be afraid to dress up a little. I’m not saying this is the time to break out your priciest couture, but you don’t have to dress like you’re “too cool to care”. Fashion shows are a “celebration of fashion” and you’re taking part in that, so dress stylish. I know that isn’t really much help, but, and here’s the answer nobody wants to hear: how people dress at different shows varies from designer to designer, and the time of day, etc. You’ll see a huge variety of fashion at fashion shows not just on the catwalk. My best advice I can give is wear something you feel confident in, and don’t be afraid to push the boundaries a little bit.

No hats. Don’t do it. They block people’s views, they’re annoying. Same with big hair-avoid having big crazy hairstyles because you don’t want to block people’s view.

Dress appropriately. Don’t show too much cleavage or have a skirt on where people can see your underwear. Keep it classy. Also, on being appropriate, dress appropriately for the weather. If it’s freezing outside, don’t wear a short dress with thin tights. If you get stuck standing in line outside, you’re going to regret that decision.

Don’t bring a massive bag. For one, it makes you more likely to get stopped by security. Also, it clogs up the aisles and fashion shows are already a mad house, no need to make it worse.

Fourth, if you happen to be dressed super cute and you’re walking into a fashion show, your picture might get taken by a Street Style photographer! These men and women photograph stylish regular people and post their pictures on blogs for real people style inspiration. It’s kind of cool to get photographed by these people, especially because some of these bloggers have huge followings, but if the person does not photograph you right away, don’t stand around. Why? If they don’t stop you right away, they aren’t going to stop you if you keep standing there, and if you’re standing around, you’re getting in people’s way. As stated before, fashion shows are a mad house, don’t make it worse.

Fifth, be polite to the PR people. It’s easy to get frustrated with them when somebody’s in your seat, or if they tell you the show is at capacity and you can’t get in, or you’ve been waiting for over an hour for the show to begin, but know that their jobs are super hectic and stressful and they’re doing their best. Being rude to them is not going to help anything, and it just makes you look bad. So be polite, be patient, be kind. Don’t yell, don’t name-call, etc. Act like you would in a professional environment, even if your feet hurt (that’s why I told you not to wear heels!).

Sixth, we’re going to talk about cell phones. Now normally my advice is always to put your freaking phone away and turn it off, and honestly, unless you’re a person in the industry that’s still my advice here. But you don’t have to, it will not be rude or abnormal for you to be sitting there on your phone. I wouldn’t necessarily recommend sitting there texting people about how exciting it is to be there instead of you know, actually participating in being there, but if you really want to get pictures on your phone or videos or be tweeting and instagramming pictures then that’s fine. You’ll see a lot of people doing that. A note on pictures: make sure your flash is off. There’s flashing going on in the photographer’s pit, but it’s going to look weird when there’s a flash coming from an area there isn’t and it’s just kind of embarrassing, so just check to make sure that’s off. As far as posting on social media, try not to post blurry bad photos. It just doesn’t represent the show well and there’s no need to clog up social media with pictures that don’t show anything about the collection.

Now, I know some people will even answer calls on their phones during shows, but unless it’s a loud show I wouldn’t recommend doing that. Which brings me to my seventh point, which is talking during the show: it really depends on the show. I’ve been at shows where talking is kept to a hush, I’ve been at shows where people carry on normal volume level conversations. Talking used to be a faux pas and isn’t so much now. If you’re going to make a comment on the collection, try to keep it positive because don’t forget: this is somebody’s art and they’ve put a lot of work into making it great so be respectful. Also, this isn’t the time to whine about the show starting late or how hot it is, etc. It’s rude.

To my ninth point: stealing a seat. As a good rule of thumb: don’t do it. Don’t pretend you didn’t know it wasn’t your seat, don’t argue with them. You might get thrown out for doing that and it’s embarrassing. However, if you’re in standing room and see an open seat you can nab that seat. As I stated before: if you don’t arrive on time to a show, you lose your seat and probably won’t be allowed in. Therefore, if the lights are dimming and a seat is open, you can take it. If possible, check with one of the PR people first to make sure it’s ok, but it’s usually fine. If you’re worried about it belonging to some VIP, just know the show doesn’t begin until those people show up so if the lights are dimming, you’re fine.

Tenth, regarding goodie bags: if it’s at your seat, you can take it. Sometimes they have really cool stuff. If there isn’t one at your seat, don’t take one from somebody else’s seat. It’s rude, it’s embarrassing when you get caught and that’s stealing! No goodie bag is worth the embarrassment of security asking you to return it.

My eleventh point, if you see a celebrity, this isn’t really the time to ask for an autograph. It’s not good form and they don’t want to be harassed while trying to enjoy a show. If you want to try to strike up a conversation with them, the best way to do it is something like this: “Hi Miss/Mr. So-and-So, my name is Such-and-Such and I just wanted to tell you I’m a big fan of your work. Your last movie/song/game/whatever was really impressive and I think you’re a wonderful actor/musician/athlete/whatever.” A lot of celebrities are really friendly and might strike up a conversation with you; some will probably just say thank you and leave it at that. Either way, keep your cool, and don’t start snapping their photograph unless you want to fall into the “annoying fangirl” category.

Finally, my last point is concerning applause. This is yet another point of differentiation depending on who you talk to. Some people say it’s ok to shout and whistle and cheer during the show. Some people think nods of approval and a golf clap at the end are plenty enough to suffice. The atmosphere at every show is different, so you’re going to have to use your best judgment. I say err on the side of cautious and then follow the crowd. Some shows are subdued, some are raucous, it really depends. I recommend applauding enthusiastically at the end of the show no matter what because for designers, they really are an important event and a big pain to put on, so encouraging them is always a good thing to do.

And here are some pictures of fashion shows just because!

11x6=66

Rules: Answer the 11 questions the tagger sets, tag 11 people, and ask them 11 questions.

Unfortunately, I didn’t do it on the day when I was first tagged as a result of which I will have to answer 66 questions instead of 11 ‘cause I was tagged by 6 amazing people ❤

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TVD 1x17 Review

1.       I legitimately don’t understand Pearl and the others’ desire to stay in MF and that’s what happens when the flashbacks are mostly about Katherine, Stefan and Damon. These vampires should’ve been pillars of the community and then turned on or something to that effect because then the desire to stay in the town would be reasonable. If they just want to kill people then they could go out and kill people.

2.       “I’m sorry he just makes me so cranky.” That’s all, Elena? The rapist and attempted murderer of your best friend just makes you cranky? Cool. But the way she folds into Stefan and closes her eyes as she leans against his chest, that level of solace and comfort and relief is so great to see.

3.       “Which means nothing if you’re not safe too!” I love how Stefan brushed her hair and then she moves her hands from his chest to his wrists. Little details, man, little physical details.

4.       Their fireplace hug is still one of my favourites. They’re just wrapped around each other.

5.       Jeremy, cut your hair.

6.       Also manipulating Anna like that is mean. Then again, she manipulated you too. So, fair, I guess.

7.       I love how Matt gently teases Caroline about staying off her cell phone. They were mad cute.

8.       I forget. Was it established that tomb vampire dude knows Stefan’s routine, that he would know that Stefan would hunt for animal in the woods?

9.       I like how this rain scene had all the DErs like OMG DE RAIN, TENSION, LOVE and Elena is literally trying to fight Damon to get into a house full of vampires to get Stefan back.

10.   Even the way Damon holds Elena’s head is like he’s talking to his sister-in-law.

11.   This is a terrible situation for Stefan but I am seeing topless Paul so I mean, plus.

12.   Alaric is also hella chill about the fact that Damon killed Ms. Gibbins.

13.   “Who is that?” “It’s not my mother.” I don’t know, Michael’s delivery was done well here.

14.   Anna, Jeremy, you two aren’t even being subtle about secret texting. Like Jeremy is deadass standing up and LOOKING at you AS he texts.

15.   LMAO I am LAUGHING because Elena runs out of the car and when she gets to the house, she realizes there’s a separate entrance leading to the basement and that’s where she goes to get Stefan. If Damon had actually done some recon on the house and did that too then he would’ve only had to kill the vampire standing guard of Stefan and then they could’ve gone out the same way Elena got in. Much simpler plan.

16.   “What about you?” Elena, there’s no reason why you should care if Damon lives or dies.

17.   I just realized that when Elena falls down and scrapes her hand, Stefan stares at it, hungry obviously, and then asks “Are you OK?” My guy was legit tortured and he’s asking about Elena, which is like in 2x21 when he keeps saying “I’m so sorry” even though Damon pulled a bitch ass move and stabbed him. And people want to talk about how he never loved Elena enough?

18.   Fredrick! That’s tomb dude’s name.

19.   I also find it hilarious that in season 4 they make this entire narrative about Elena being this lost little girl who was too scared to do anything when she literally went into a house full of vampires to save Stefan in this episode and then stabbed one with a vervain dart. She was more active as a human.

20.   Elena feeding Stefan her blood is still such a beautifully tragic scene. Paul’s look of anguish gets me every time, he is in so much pain but what shines through the most is this profound fear for Elena and it’s heartbreaking but Elena’s insistence of staying by his side and trusting him with her vein, so a powerful scene for their relationship.

21.   And the way she smiles when he responds to her blood. I have this post about how agitated Elena gets when Stefan is hurt and how relieved she is, like physically and mentally and emotionally relieved when he gets better.

22.   Also Stefan immediately retracting his vampire face when he shoves Elena and that absolute look of embarrassment and shame and guilt is WONDERFUL, Paul is such an underrated actor.

23.   An anon asked me about underrated SE scenes and I haven’t gotten around to answering it, but one of them is the scene I’m watching where Elena is clearly distraught at seeing Human Blood Stefan and says he was like this whole other person and she’s nervous and anxious and then Stefan touches her face and she closes her eyes and she has this look of almost serenity on her face as he continues to stroke it and it’s like, he’s always that person, no matter what, he is that person for her.

24.   I think we could’ve lingered on Elena sort of just sinking onto the stairs after coming home from Matt’s when he finds out Vicki is dead and Jeremy is going upstairs and have her just sort of bunch her hair in her fists or something, I don’t need her to cry but like something to show conflict.

25.   And Stefan shame-drinking blood is pretty fucking sad.

Thanks for reading! I will try to do another review tonight but I have a thing I need to go to in like 5 minutes so it depends on how long it’ll be and how buzzed I’m going to get, which means either a drunk review or no review tonight.

Prompt Challenge #3

Hey guys here is the list of writing prompts for my third Prompt Challenge! Feel free to send in as little or as many as you like! You guys probably know how it works by now but in case you don’t, just send me an ask with the name of the wrestler you want it to be about and the number of the prompt. I will get them finished and posted for you guys as soon as I can!

I do have two prompts from the last challenge left to write so those will be finished before I start on any of these.

As a friendly reminder please keep your requests limited to WWE (NXT & the UK guys included) and Ring Of Honor only. I am just not familiar enough with people from other companies to write about them. The ONLY exception to this would be Kenny Omega, I am comfortable writing him. Also please note I will not write about Brock Lesnar or Bray Wyatt. Thank you for understanding!

Also thank you to @prompt-bank all of these came from her blog! (I created my own list so I’m not doing the same list that a lot of other writers are doing right now!) I basically took some of my favorite prompts of hers and put them in one list! She is my absolute favorite blog to go to for prompts when I’m stuck! If you are a writer she is definitely worth checking out for some great ideas!


1)      You didn’t do the dishes, I’m not doing you.

2)      I’m not drunk, I s-swear.

3)      Help me pack or get out. You’re in the way.

4)      Don’t be embarrassed, it’s normal.

5)      It’s my fish…I told you to feed it…you didn’t…so, no, I don’t know where we stand right now.

6)      It was pouring and you ran off with our SHARED umbrella, leaving me to get soaked!

7)      I third-wheeled with you two for years before you gave me a chance.

8)      Remember? At the movie theater? When you got so scared you dumped your drink all over me?

9)      What do you mean you don’t read my texts if they’re over four lines…”

10)  I’m not a coat rack, hold your own purse.”

11)  You just cut in front of an old lady, and then you proceeded to flip her off in the rearview…all the while speeding.

12)  You’re hungover. You’re not dying.

13)  Rock-paper-scissors. Loser gets up and makes the coffee.

14)  No pillow fights! You broke the window last time.

15)  Why do you tangle your legs with mine? It hurts my junk.

16)  Babe, it’s Mario Kart. Please don’t give me the silent treatment.

17)  Aww you made me dinner? What do you want?

18)  Sex. Sex. And sex. That’s what I want for Christmas.

19)  Did you or did you not just call me a weenie?

20)  Why does this receipt say you ordered 60 chicken nuggets?

21)  Your car reeks like Taco Bell and tears.

22)  Did it grow two legs and move on its own?

23)  Thank god you’re not a parent.

24)  I said I bought a dog…I wasn’t asking if you wanted hot dogs.

25)  You could take me out tonight…or we could sit in our underwear and watch vines.

26)  Aww you eat your gummy bears by color!

27)  You stubbed your toe, you’re not dying.

28)  Why won’t you let me see your yearbook?

29)  Can you explain why there are Cheeto crumbs ON EVERY PIECE OF FURNITURE?

30)  Yes, I watch you sleep. No, not in a weird way!

31)  Don’t you dare say another word.”

32)  Come near me and I swear, I’ll kill you.

33)  Don’t start a tickle fight when I’m supposed to be mad at you!

34)  Touch me with your cold feet one more time!

35)  Did you seriously just wipe your popcorn fingers on me?

36)  I said no more dogs, and what did you do? GOT ANOTHER FREAKING DOG.

37)  I don’t know why the hell I even try with you anymore.

38)  You said you wouldn’t and you did.

39)  Sometimes sorry isn’t enough.

40)  So much for happily ever after.

41)  Prince Charming? More like the devil in disguise.

42)  If I could, I’d do it all over again.

43)  I know I’m gonna regret this in the morning.

44)  The world revolves around the sun, but my world revolves around you.

45)  Promise me you’ll stay safe?

46)  Your face is the reason I open my eyes every morning.

47)  I said “movie day” not “moving day”

48)  Fine, go out with your friends. I hope you have fun!

49)  What the hell did you do to my car?

50)  Do it now, or we won’t have sex for a month.

51)  It’s not a toy, it’s an action figure.

52)  Are we lost?

53)  Take out the trash or so help me God!

54)  Do we have a spare?

55)  I am not telling you how I lost my virginity, nope.

56)  Shopping? For eight hours?

57)  Show me your texts or it’s over.

58)  I just had a couple drinks.

59)  You spent how much?!

60)  You stayed home last weekend, come on. You’re coming this time.

61)  No, you’re not fixing it again. Call a plumber.

62)  We can either just cuddle, or you can sleep on the couch.

63)  I’m not eating frozen pizza for the third time this week.

64)  You love me and you know it.

65)  You’re not even a boyfriend, you’re kind of like a dog.

66)  Trust me, I’m a doctor. Well, kind of, not really. I have bandaids though.

67)  Explain why there’s a bra under your bed.

68)  It was supposed to be perfect! Now everything’s ruined!

69)  You said you weren’t going to leave, no matter how hard things got.

70)  Omg, this is my favorite song. Dance with me!

71)  It was an accident. I was cooking…I’m not going to the hospital.

72)  Did you go through my underwear drawer?

73)  We’re going to freeze to death.

74)  I’ve never seen you dance before.

75)  What do you mean you’re leaving?

76)  You didn’t have to marry me, you know…

77)  Way to not like my Instagram post.

78)  They used to tell me I’d never amount to anything.

79)  This cost a thousand dollars?!

80)  Look at them, their perfect tans and cold margaritas…assholes.

81)  I didn’t cheat!

82)  I’m pregnant.

83)  What do you mean you’re in jail?

84)  Will you marry me?

85)  You’ve been listening to the same song on repeat all week…

86)  I should’ve never married you.

87)  So this is where you’ve been running off to?

88)  I was gone for two days and every dish in this frekain’ house is dirty.

89)  All of our white clothes are pink because you just HAD to wash your new tee shirt.

90)  Have fun explaining to the priest why you have a boner during our wedding class.

91)  I thought you were drinking water for once…that ended with me choking on vodka.

92)  That’s my ex. Makeout with me and make him jealous.

93)  Did you just poop with the door open?

94)  I didn’t have any underwear, so I stole yours.

95)  I really don’t like it when you get mad and you start mumbling in another language.

96)  You bought tampons when you went shopping? That’s some Prince Charming shit, right there.

97)  Come on, sleepyhead. I’ll carry you.

98)  I told you not to get me anything.

99)  You’re making me dinner? Are you sure you don’t want to o out?

100)  Roses are expensive, so I got you this instead.

yueres-d-asarami  asked:

Hello~ May I request GOM having a crush on a girl that not only is REALLY short (hiyokoi short) but literally is a ray of sunshine that smiles all the time and is innocent as hell? Fluff of them being a blushing mess maybe?

Okay! So I don’t know if this is exactly what you meant by fluff, but its pretty mild and light…… Hope you and all my readers enjoy!!! ~ Asami 

Kise: He really did his best at attempting to annoy you. To him you were cute no matter what you were doing, but my god did he want to see you bothered, but the chances of that happening were very rare. He throughly enjoyed your constant skiing, but would pride himself on getting you to frown.

After school he waited outside the gate for you. This time I will get her. You walked down the path out to the sidewalks to go home and was stopped by Kise. He smiled as he came towards you, but as soon as he did, he decided to casually rest his elbow on your head. “Hey ___-cchi, you’re really short you know, even resting my arm on your head is a stretch.” Hoping an insult would work, he laughed cheekily. Besides being quite obvious, you admired his persistence. “Kise,” you looked up to him, a soft smile, “you could just say you like me.” He took his hand off your head appearing dumbfounded. He found himself blushing, loosing his suave demeanor. To rein in his cool, he flicked his hair to the side and ran a hand through the back of his head, “Well aren’t you forward? I was just trying to annoy you.” He simpered.

You stepped closer to him, extending a finger to poke his cheek, making yourself taller by pushing up onto your tip toes. “hmm? I figured you were you big goofball.” Kise scrunched his face for a second and slumped over, “You’re to cute ___-cchi.” Barely able to handle your cuteness, he placed his hand on his hips and puffed his chest bit, “Lets go get some food!”

Aomine: Grocery shopping happened to one of your preferred weekend activities. Potential combinations and possibilities of what to make for the week had a way of activating your brain in the best ways. After buying a hefty supply of pocky various teas, and grocery grocery items your hands were basically at maximum shopping bag capacity. The list you’d made was only a quarter of the way through. “….ahh….. Still so much left to carry…gotta make grandpa happy!” you huffed, readjusting your fingers to make the handles fit comfortably.

Aomine walked the streets of the shopping district, hopeful he would find a replacement for his puffy jacket since he’d managed to get a few big holes in the one he was wearing that were covered with an amateur duck taping job. He spotted what he thought was the back of your head coming out of the grocery store. He stopped in his tracks, surprise ridden on his face at the amount of bags you were carrying. He smiled to himself knowing he could easily help and all while showing off his muscles and strength. Picking up the pace, he hurriedly came behind you, sweeping away the weight off both of your hands in a brisk fluid motion. “Baka. Let me, they look heavy.” He carried them in his large hands with an attractive ease. You turned to face him, very pleased with his kind gesture, “Aomine?! I didn’t know you shopped here, Im so glad I saw you here today, those bag really are heavy and I still have to buy more food items! Thank you for carrying them.” you praised.

Aomine blushed a light pink, the contrast of his darker skin brining out his affection for you. He glanced to the side, “ah… yeah…. Where else do you have to go? I’m not finding what I’m looking for anyways.” he shrugged his shoulders, secretly hoping he’d end up shopping with you. The fact that he was bushing made it impossible not to say no. “Hmm… next place is the fish market.” Aomine nodded, noticing the height difference more than usual. He liked that you had to look up to him, it enhanced his feelings of masculinity. “Alright, follow me, I know where it is.”

Akashi: You lined up for the relay race, assigned the position of finisher. School sports day definitely had a way of motivationg you. 3….2…..1…GO! The first participants sprinted off, ran their leg and passed over the baton to the next runner. One more to go aaaand pass. Off you went, running hard from the second you felt the baton slip into your hand. There were four other runners behind you- they had to stay that way. A girl in another class edged closer to taking away your lead, stupid short legs. You turned your head around, spotting her catching up. Faster. In a last effort your face wrinkled, grunting into a higher speed that won you the race. With labored breathing, you rested your hands on your knees, sitting back a bit on your heels at the finish line to catch your breath.

Akashi enjoyed winners. He smiled and approached you with a water bottle in his hand. “Hey fun size” You glanced up at him, “Fun size? Ha, I like that one! It suits me.” Beaming at him, you wiped your forehead with the back of your hand and took his offering. The basketball player watched you drink for a few sips, feeling quite pleased with your performance, “I really though she was going to beat you.” he lied. “Oh I know! No way I was going to let that happen!” capping the water, you lingered in your success. Akashi couldn’t help but smile back at you, every gesture of your is just too cute for him to not feel butterflies in his stomach; they were small butterflies of course, composure is essential. He hid his face with his equally red hued hair, “Make sure you stretch, I could give you few that will really be of use.” You giggled, amused at his embarrassment while suggesting you stretch, “Mhm, I will. Please help!” you stammered, bowing a the end of your remark. Akashi’s face grew redder till he took a deep breath and put on a charming grin “Of course my fun-sized runner.”

Murasakibara: While walking through the hallways, you tended to stick to the sides so as to avoid areas where you would easily get crushed. Today though, that strategy did not exactly work as it usually did. Similarly to Kuroko, there was a problem of people not being able to notice you, these people, being those over 6 foot. Books in hand, you rushed off to class dodging people with finesse. You were just about to the door when a big purple wall of human got in your way. He was chowing down on a packet of crisps as he was walking which were now broken and accompanied your books on the floor. Being small, just bumping into him easily took you out. If not for his snack leaving his hands he probably would have stepped on you.

“Ah….. Sorry, I didn’t see you. You should really grow more.” He criticized and kneeled down to your level on the floor, sighing at the crisp crumbs. “I can’t help my height silly.” This caught Murasakibara’s attention, “Hm? You’re not mad?” he tilted his head at you. “No, of course not. You didn’t mean to knock me over.” you smiled at him and began collecting your books. Despite his lack of help in picking up the books, he did however help in his own way. He threaded his hands under your arms and lifted you completely off the ground and at eye level. “You’re cute.” he proclaimed. You were not exactly used to being this high off the ground and decided to take a look around before saying anything back. Everyone who looked down at you was now peering up, what a peculiar feeling this was. “I am? Thank you, I appreciate it.” you cheered.

He set you down on the ground, placing a hand on your head, “Come buy snacks with me, I need new ones.”

Midorima: Midorima stuck out like a sore thumb in the crowd of people waiting to board the subway at rush hour. His height was enough, but the green hair really made him obvious, except for the fact that you only reached up to everyones chest level. Among the herds of people you tried to find the right train number to take, though people kept getting in the way of your view. In order to gain an advantage, you climbed up on the concrete from a post. Is that….? Midorima?! You cupped a hand over your mouth and called out to him, “Midorima! Its me! ___-chan!” The carrot head turned towards you voice, irked a bit by your volume, he grit his teeth and waved hesitantly. “Stay right there!” you called. You took one last look at his placing in the crowd, jumped down from the post and shoved your way through the masses of people.

Reasonably sure you were headed in the right direction, nearing the end of the pushing to get to him, a woman stuck out her elbow right as you passed by. The un-calculated block caused you to lurch forward, completely losing any footing you had. Just as you thought you would fall flat on your face, a friendly forearm saved you from your plunge. You peered up to see who the arm belonged to. “Wha….. Midorima, I’m so glad you caught me, I really though I was going to splat on the floor.” Midorima helped you back up to standing straight, pushing his glasses once you were upright, “No problem nanaodayo.” he affirmed. “Attention passengers: the train will be arriving in one minute, please remain behind the yellow line.”

After the announcement the people began to press onwards in attempt to get to the front of the line. Their persistence jolted you around, causing your small stature to turn in circles. Midormia grabbed your shoulder, his hand wrapping around in a firm grip to stabilize you from the chaos. Though he was nervous to touch you so abruptly, he genuinely wanted to help you board the train safely.

You glanced up at him, your initial blush fading into a smile. His grip tightened for a second as he watched your delicate features imitate joy, making him turn a lovely scarlet color. “Come one, let’s get on.” he instructed and did his best to shield you from the pushing crowd members.

BUCKLE UP KIDDOS I HAVE A WHOLE TRUCK LOAD OF FITZ/FITZSIMMONS FEELS TO SHARE WITH YOU. YOU’RE WELCOME.

okay fitz had years of hurt when he came to the academy. His father said he wasn’t smart enough (what an idiot his father must have been…past tense because he is DEAD TO ME), so Fitz tried his hardest to be the smartest. But the result was that no one else could ever understand his massive intellect. So he was probably a total grump because no matter what he did it was never right. He even made remarks like in season 1 about his “unappreciated genius” which is totally in line with how he grew up. So he was closed off, a bit of a loner. Bitter and a bit arrogant, but never having a true sense of self-worth. And then as a teenager he finally Jemma Simmons. He can’t think of a single thing to say to her… but he knows she is like him. A kindred spirit. After they get paired off and start to realize that they’re smarter together, they become good friends and lab partners. He might have loved her from the beginning, but he never really knew it. ♥u♥

Maybe he even starts to think he’s only smart BECAUSE of her… because before they were paired off, he felt invisible. He never felt good enough. But together they were a team. Fitzsimmons. A force to be reckoned with. Like, just think how big a deal it is when he tells people things like “Simmons is probably technically smarter than me but only because she loves homework more than life itself.” It’s a mix of admiration for her and at the same time he’s covering up embarrassment. (Ah, nope. I’m not okay.)

But so OKAY. Back to the point.

They’re friends and he can open up to her. He can be himself, whoever that even is. And being paired with her as the two youngest graduates of the SHIELD Academy… well, he is finally allowed to be proud of his accomplishments, at least partially. He’s softened up to people somewhat because he’s found a place to belong. And she accepts him, but also pushes him to be better. They join shield, and he has to learn how to be brave. For a while it’s okay… as long as she’s there he can do it.

It’s when he’s faced with losing her, though, that he starts to really fall in love with her. (YOU CAN LITERALLY SEE IT. THAT WAS THE MOMENT IT ALL CHANGED. #emotionaltether) That’s the first time she calls him her hero. And he wants to be her hero… he starts to believe he could be. But, he still thinks he’s not good enough for her because he’s kind of just her sidekick… even if he would never admit that’s how he sees himself. And besides, she’s got eyes for the Hero Type and not him. At any rate, he’s too scared to think of losing her friendship. AND OH MY GOSH I’M HAVING MORE FEELINGS. MAKE THEM GO AWAY.

Then Ward betrays them. And she’s still there. And she assures him that she’s not Hydra and never will be. *in my head i’m spewing G-rated expletives everywhere LIKE FUDGE CRACKING MCFLIPFLOPPING FLAPJACKS* 

She was the first person to break through his walls. (AHHHHHHH) She is the most brilliant, clever, beautiful… he would die for her he decides. (!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!) He can be brave. He can do that. For her. But he lives. And he’s scared again. Scared he might have lost his brain and his best friend.

Because she’s not there. And he has to learn who he is without her, but it hurts. She should be there. “Why isn’t she here? Oh right, because you’re a useless dolt.” She went away, and WHOA MY MIND JUST BLACKED OUT I THINK I HAD A HEART ATTACK BECAUSE I JUST REALIZED THAT SHE LEFT HIM IN SEASON 2 AND I’M REMEMBERING ALL THE PAIN AND HEARTBREAK WHEN HE FRANTICLY ACCUSES HER OF LEAVING. OF GIVING UP ON HIM. AND NOW THE PAIN IS TWICE AS DEEP. I HATE MYSELFFFFF WITH MY STUPID BRAIN FOR THINKING THIS. BUT YEAH. So once again he thinks he’s been ABANDONED BY SOMEONE HE LOVES… But she comes back. Somehow… with everything that’s happened, she’s trying to stay. Even when he tries to push her away, even when she’s frustrated… even though it’s hard. and it is. It’s the hardest part of his life. But they make it out of that. She says they could be something more… she gives him hope.

And that’s when she’s taken from him by the freaking cosmos. He has to really really learn who he is without Jemma Simmons. He’s the hero man who fights to get her back. And he does. He fights against skeptical friends, terrorists, and the universe for her. he’s not going to give up. he can’t and he won’t. *starts playing I’m Gonna Be (500 Miles) by the Proclaimers* not after 6 months apart. he can’t give up. he can’t loose her. they have too strong a connection. It’s like Mr. Rochester said to Jane in Charlotte Bronte’s Jane Eyre

“…It is as if I had a string somewhere under my left ribs [his heart], tightly and inextricably knotted to a similar string situated in the corresponding quarter of your little frame [her heart].  And if that [great distance] come broad between us, I am afraid that cord of communion will be snapt; and then I’ve a nervous notion I should take to bleeding inwardly.” 

And he got her back… but not without nearly losing her.

And now things were complicated again. There was that Space Rando who saved her when he couldn’t. So his insecurities pop back up when things get heavy. “Still not good enough for her. So unlovable that your father left you at age ten. Never able to fit in. The one person that ever understood you will never love you that way. but that’s probably for the best because she deserves more. she deserves whoever will make her happy. not you. no one will love you.” Even when he jumped through an unknown portal leading to an unknown place on the off-chance that he could find her… He somehow thought Space Rando meant more to her than he ever could. But he just loved her so much that he would get Space Rando back. He didn’t care, as long as she was safe and happy. HIS GOODNESS IS SO OVERWHELMING THAT SHE STARTS FEELING LIKE A TERRIBLE PERSON (BUT THAT WOULD BE AN ISSUE FOR ANOTHER POST RE: JEMMA’S GUILT COMPLEX). SHE TELLS HIM HE SHOULD BE MAD AT HER FOR HURTING HIM… AND HE’S SAYING HE’S NOT MAD AT HER EVEN THOUGH HE’S ALL TORN UP… AND WHILE HE’S RANTING ABOUT NOT BEING GOOD ENOUGH… THAT’S WHEN SHE ACTUALLY HAS TO REMIND HIM THAT HE RISKED HIS LIFE AND LITERALLY DOVE THROUGH A MCFRICKLING HOLE IN THE FUDGETASTIC UNIVERSE JUST FOR HER AND THAT IS JUST ABOUT THE MOST HEROIC THING SOMEONE CAN DO FOR ANOTHER PERSON. 

And even though it was touch and go as they untangled the knots, they worked through it together. they solved it. and now they are all settled together and still an A+ team. And Jemma is still there next to Fitz supporting him and keeping him open to love, teaching him to love himself. And no, that doesn’t reegate her to the Love Interest. She has her own story too, just as fitz has his own story. but thier live are inextricably woven together.

She loves Fitz dearly. As she stated, she loves him for his open, loyal, and caring heart… the heart that, in many ways, she showed him. I won’t say she gave him his heart. It’s clear he already had so much of it within him. She simply helped unlock it. 

His love for her changed him into the man we see today. Because she was the one that started the spark. She is a BIG part of his origin story. She’s the One Constant in his life that he relies on… even if it seems like she might not be there, she is. And she’s helped him grow and become the person that he is. (PS he’s also helped her become the person that she is. That’s what decade-long bffs-turned-lovers do because People Change People) He joined SHIELD to be with her, let’s be honest she was the one who encouraged him. And since joining SHIELD, they’ve both changed. Because of circumstance and because of each other. He’s learned to really be his own person. He’s become the Hero. He’s learned that he doesn’t need to know what his father would say to him. He knows who he is. He is the man that Jemma Simmons loves.

Sober Thoughts: The Morning After (Jimin)

some people requested i write a 2nd part, when initially i just wrote “Sober Thoughts’ as a one shot, so please forgive me if this isn’t as good. i don’t like it as much as i liked part 1, but please be understanding! hope y’all like it though.

Genre: IT’S SO FLUFFAAAY

Word count: 2300

Rating: E for everyone was included! (you’ll see what i mean) 

Click here to read part 1 

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anonymous asked:

Can you do one with the hosts having superpowers? Can you also give them a superhero name? :??

Tamaki: Mind control.  You always discarded it by telling yourself that he was really persuasive, thinking back to it, probably also because of him. You discovered the truth during a dark night, after going out with your friends. Distracted and tired, you took a shortcut through an alley, about 3 in the morning. A man came out of the shadows and got you from behind, a knife in his hand right under your chin. And then he came. Things got kinda weird from that point. He was wearing a disguise, but you could still notice it was him. You didn’t need to see the face of your aggressor to know that your ‘What the hell???” reaction was exactly the same. On the other hand, you dressed-up boyfriend didn’t notice, too immersed in his fantasy.

“Your Majesty orders you to let her go and throw the knife.” He said with a calm voice. ‘This is the end. He has finally gone mad and with the worst timing ever!’ you thought, hopeless. To your surprise, the man behind you actually did so, without ever letting go Tamaki’s stare. “Now go to the police and give yourself in.” he told the man once you were safe. 

“W-What?! No way! WHAT ARE YOU?” The man freaked out, getting out of his zombie-like state.

“I order you to go to the police and give yourself in.” He corrected himself, impatient. As the man returned to being a zombie and walked away, you realized that the word order might be the one that makes the click in people’s mind and that Tamaki might as well always forget about it. 

“So, how can I thank you?” You asked him in a Hollywood-like matter, actually grateful that he got the man away from you and not wanting to ruin his fantasy.

“You don’t need to thank me, it’s just my job!” He told you, looking like a proud puppy to then walk away. You controlled a giggle.

“Who are you?” You asked him before he left, wanting him to sound cool so that he could be happy for the rest of the week.

“I’m YOUR MAJESTY!” Tamaki shouted proudly to then completely leave the scene. You couldn’t hold back your laughter anymore.

Kyoya: Telepathy. “We have to get you a super hero name!” You insisted for the tenth time.

“No we don’t.” He cut you for the tenth time. He didn’t want to fight the crime and didn’t want a cool superhero name, you wondered what was wrong with him, but then you remembered the dark truth: He’s Kyoya. “They already call me the shadow king at the host club, what else do you want?” 

“But it’s not related to your power!” You insisted. It took you a while to realize that he had one, always discarding it as if he just knew everything, but a stupid mistake had shown the truth. 

You two had been together reading. Correction: He was reading, you were just thinking in a way to indirectly tell him to take you out on a date. ‘Oh god is it too much to ask to just go out with my boyfriend more often?’ you thought while pretending to read.

“You could just ask me out instead, you know? It’s not like I’m going to refuse…” He answered your thought. You just sat there, eyes wide open in surprise. You were sure that you hadn’t said that aloud and you hadn’t told anyone about it. “What, too shocking of an answer?” He joked to continue reading.

“Kyoya?” You said quite annoyed by his question.

“Yes?” He didn’t even raise his eyes from the book.

“I didn’t say anything out loud.” 10 seconds of silence, followed by a small laugh from his side of the table.

“Oh, darling, don’t you know that I-”

“I literally just started thinking about it.” You cut him off. Silence. “Do you have telekinesis,” you started in a whisper, making him put down the book, “AND YOU DIDN’T TELL ME?! IMAGINE HOW MUCH WE COULD PRANK THE TWINS!” He was now the one surprised by your sudden response, but out of the nowhere he started laughing.

“Leave it to you to not be freaked out by this…” He said, mostly to himself, but it still made you laugh.

Flash forward to the name conversation, you were now by your 12th attempt. 

“How about Shadow Reader?” He said, trying to shut you up. You loved it.

Hikaru: Teleportation. He ruined the secret for a prank, but at least it was a good one. He had teleported everywhere near you during the day, leaving as soon as you noticed him, making you feel like you finally had gone crazy. It was actually an idea with Kaoru’s collaboration, who had to lie about him being the one helping Hikaru be everywhere and nowhere at the same time. By the end of the day you were legit scared and wouldn’t answer his calls, so he just decided to appear in your room. Screw it. 

“So, just to get this straight,” you started at the end of the day, after he told you the truth and you calmed down (not calming yourself down of your boy friend’s super power, but the idea that you had maybe gone mad), “you can teleport?”

“Yep.”

“And you know this for a while now?” 

“Yep”

“And only Kaoru knew?”

“Yep.”

“And you didn’t tell me because you thought that I’d freak out?”

“Yep.”

“And that’s the reason you haven’t taken me to the Bahamas yet?”

“Yep.” 

Silence.

“What are you waiting for?” 

“I’m waiting for you to give me the coolest superhero name ever.”

He finished up being the Orange Jumper.

Kaoru: Flight. It wasn’t difficult to know that something was off with him. I mean, one day you walked in your room to find him in a corner of your roof. You didn’t need to be Einstein.

“Oh, you’re back early…” He told you, still in your roof’s corner.

“Forgot my phone.” You managed to answer in your shock. It wasn’t an everyday thing to find out that your boyfriend has super powers.

“Oh, I see.”

“Yeah,” You said as you approached your desk to grab it, “could you, I don’t know, get off my roof please? I feel like this is one of the we-have-to-talk-about-this things.”

“Okay!” He said, getting down of it to stand in front of view. Well, at least you though he was standing, when you looked down you noticed he was actually 5 cm over the floor.

“So, for how long you have this?” You asked awkwardly.

“Sometime between 6 months and a year.” He asked not giving much importance to it.

“I see.” Was your only answer, as your brain was having a thousand thoughts per second.

“Are you mad?” Kaoru asked you kinda worried and nervous. He was adorable when he got like that.

“No! I mean, I’m not as mad as I should be, considering that you never took me flying anywhere… Giving a second thought to it, how dare you?! You knew I always wanted to fly! Such a rude and insensitive boyfriend I have!” He stood there for some seconds, not too many but enough to make you regret your answer. Almost. After the longest 5 seconds ever, he cracked up and started laughing.

“Oh God, I actually thought you were mad right there! You should really consider starting a drama career you know; maybe you could win an Oscar, just like Leonardo Di Caprio!” He told you laughing, which made you laugh too.

“So, what’s going to be your super cool super hero name?”

“How about the Ginger Bird? You know, so people get confused when going ‘Is it a plane? Is it a bird? No! Well… kinda…’”

He ended up being the Annoying Ginger Bird

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Mori: Super strenght. He picked up a truck. A TRUCK. That’s how you found out. You had always thought that he was strong thanks to the training, apparently you were wrong.

“I go to training so I can use my strength in a more effective way,” he explained, “to gain a technique and not just be throwing random punches.” It made sense, you had to admit.

“So, what are you going to do with it?” You asked him. “With your power, I mean.”

“Am I supposed to do anything special with it?” Mori questioned back confused. Awkward silence. Your relationship was full of them, but this one was especially awkward, for some reason.

“I don’t know.” Was all you could say that wasn’t lame. A tiny part of you actually expected him to become a superhero or something (Truth be told, that “tiny” part was actually pretty big), but you couldn’t just tell him that.

You two kinda dropped the subject there, not having anything left to say. Days passed and you started noticing how much things he had to do with his strength. You also noticed how much stuff Tamaki and the twins asked him to lift, of course they knew about it and they used it to their advantage. You weren’t mad or anything, it was just kind of a let-down for you, as you thought that having a boyfriend with a superpower would be more exciting. Also, the fact that the club got to know this before you did bothered you at first, but you couldn’t be mad at him for telling them first, as he spends so many hours with that group.

A week passed and you two were watching The Avengers, not because of the power thingy, just because you watched that movie and loved it (admit it, 90% of the reason why you loved it was Loki).

“We haven’t talked much about the power thing.” Your boyfriend said out of the blue. “It’s unusual for you to let something this important just slide, are you mad or something?”

“Nah.” It was the truth, your little jealousy about the host club knowing this first was now gone and it didn’t really matter, he was still the same guy in the end. You would have expanded a little bit more in your answer, telling him all this (which you actually did later) if the movie wasn’t playing. Some time of the movie passed, silence between you two.

“The day I showed you the power,” he told you again, “you didn’t seem to excited. I know you love superheroes, so what’s the matter?”

“Nothing.” You felt kinda embarrassed about your excitement of that day, that’s why you didn’t tell him. More silence.

“You wanted to make a super hero name for me, didn’t you?”

“Nailed it.” You said, swallowing both your pride and popcorns.

“Any suggestions?” Plenty, actually, but you chose your favorite.
“ How about, The Lifter?” You said acting like you had just thought about it and that you hadn’t been thinking about so many cool names. He laughed at it and put his arm around you.

“The Lifter is just perfect.” You two then proceeded to finish watching the movie for the 150th time.

Honey: Super fast. “Didn’t you just finish eating a cake?” You asked him.

“Yup.” He said cheerfully, starting a new one.

“…Then where did you take that one from?”

“The usual shop.” The usual shop was a mile away.

“I literally just turned for a second.”

“I know.

“Okay then.” Was all you could think of saying before leaving the room, you closed the door behind you and started walking.

“Are you mad Y/N-chan?” Honey asked, right behind of you, startling you and making you quickly put a distance between both of you. ‘WHAT THE HELL?!’ Was all you could think.

“How come you are so fast all of a sudden?” You asked him, trying not to sound as surprised as you actually were. He smiled his cheerful smile before answering; by this point in your relationship you knew that he smiled like that so that you wouldn’t get angry at him. You couldn’t really see what you could be so angry at, maybe he just realized he had this ability, or maybe it was just a dream. You hoped for the latter.

“Oh no,” He started, “I didn’t get so fast all of a sudden, I’ve been this fast for ages!” Okay that was something to get angry at.

“WHY DIDN’T YOU TELL ME BEFORE?!” You shouted, making him back of quickly, he could be a martial arts master, but you sure as hell were scary when you got mad. You couldn’t believe he didn’t tell you before, didn’t he trust you? How many people knew this? Also, how was he using his powers? You showered him in this kind of questions, making him get dizzy with just trying to keep up with them.

“I do trust you! That’s why I showed you, because I didn’t want to hold any secrets!” He shouted even louder than you, making you shut up a little. You had to admit he was off to a good start in the answers. “I got a hold of this a couple years ago and I’ve been mainly using it for eating cake… Also, only you, Mori and the guy that sales cakes in the usual store know.”

“The cake-selling guy got to know before me?”

“He also got to know before Takeshi…” You don’t know why you were surprised, you were dating the guy that preferred cake before his own brother, this was the least to expect.

“…anything more you want to tell me?” You said, your anger fading away.\

“The cake-selling guy, Jim, he calls me Speedy Mitsukuni.” It took you some time to realize that Jim was making a reference to Speedy Gonzlaes.

Haruhi: Invisibility. You would have been mad at her for not telling you she had such a power if you hadn’t found out while she was attempting to escape from The Host Club, whose twins open a giant bag of flour, making her power useless. She turned visible again and coughed before complaining. Maybe it was the disappointment in her eyes for failing to flee, or maybe it was how ridiculous the whole situation was, but it cracked you up to the point you were crying of laughter, making your presence obvious to everyone in the room.

It took you some time to calm down, and every second that passed worried Haruhi a little bit more of your reaction to the fact that she could just disappear to the human eye, she was also worried you may ask what she had been doing with her power.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” You asked her once you could speak again while she got the flour out of her body. It didn’t really surprise you that Haruhi didn’t tell you something, but you still wanted to know.

“I didn’t think of it as such a big deal…” She answered standing up and helping you stand up too.

“Well, it is.” You told her, not knowing what to say anymore. “Hey, don’t look so gloomy! It’s okay, I’m not angry.” That made her smile and you were thankful of that. “Umm, Haruhi? Why don’t your clothes disappear when you do?” You asked her so that she could keep on talking; you loved to hear the sound of her voice.

“I have the ability to turn invisible, doesn’t that seem strange enough to you? Don’t question the powers!” She joked making both of you laugh, she then made a little movement with her hand “Hey, come here for a second.” She whispered, not wanting the host club to hear from the other side of the room. You did as she said and Haruhi grabbed your hand, catching you off-guard as she isn’t a whole lot into PDA and when you were about to mention it, you saw her eyes change colors to lighter ones. “Don’t let go of my hand and don’t worry about the volume, they can’t hear us.” Startled as you were, you obeyed and when you were about to ask her about her eyes you discovered in the mirror that was behind her that where you two should be there was only air now, well, at least it seemed like it.

“Whoa.” Was all you could say.

“I know, right? By the way, are my eyes gray too?” She asked you laughing at your reaction and apparently discovering the change in her eyes.

“Yeah… You are so awesome; I’ve got to add this to the list of things I love you for!” You said, kissing her forehead, until the she still looked kinda worried about your reaction, so you were happy when you heard her true laugh. “I’ve got to make a nickname for you with this.” You told her, thinking of something that had to do with Harry Potter’s invisible cloak.

“How about HaruCloak?” She asked, kinda lame, but it sounded funny.

“Didn’t know you could read minds too!” You joked.

“Nah, that’s Kyoya’s thing.”

things introverts do that annoy the shit out of extroverts

(even though we’d never tell you because we don’t want to hurt your feelings)

in response to this post 

1. making us feel guilty for having other friends. we can only hang out and watch netflixs with you so much before we get bored. sometimes we want large groups, loud parties, new people, and we hate it when you keep us pigeonholed.
2. always say no when we ask you to hang out, then get mad if we’re busy when you finally want to chill. ???? our lives don’t revolve around your moods. chill.
3. make us feel ashamed for being ourselves. i don’t think before i speak all the time, sometimes i’m loud, whatever. i’m not embarrassed by who i am, and if you are we shouldn’t be hanging out. i don’t make you feel guilty for not always speaking up, don’t make me feel guilty for talking too much.
4. volunteer us to do things without asking. uh, no. we don’t want to call your optometrist for you because phone calls make you nervous. stop treating us like social slaves.
5. passive-aggressiveness. we can’t fix a problem if you won’t tell us what we did wrong in the first place. somehow introverts still haven’t picked up on this tho.
6. typecast us. there are millions of extroverts and every single one of us is different. we’re not all party-obsessed, socially perfect souls who can make friends anywhere. we have anxiety too, sometimes we’re uncomfortable in social spaces, we also want our alone time on occasion as well. we’re not the stereotypes you assigned us. 
7. refusing to come out and party and then getting offended the next day when you see how much fun everyone had on instagram/facebook/tumblr/etc. we TOLD you you’d have fun if you came and YOU decided not to, how is that our fault????
8. being unnecessarily mean to our friends. we get that you don’t generally enjoy meeting new people, that’s fine. but if we stop to talk to a friend and you’re rude to them because you “hate small talk” or some other trivial reason or WORSE immediately talking shit about them after they leave when they did nothing wrong you’ll only upset us.
9. assuming you’re smarter than us. it’s ignorant to assume that people who talk a lot are somehow less intelligent than people who don’t. we just have too many thoughts to keep bottled up, that’s all.

Pirouette

Length: this chapter is 913 words (Yes, a short one! sorry!)

A SnowBaz fic.

An AU where Baz and Simon never got together, and Simon kept his magic, and they meet after a few years and Baz is doing ballet. Simon thinks it’s hilarious, and stays just to torment Baz.

Written for a prompt from@basiltxnpitch

Pretty sure I don’t need and t/w’s for this. Angst, dancing, swearing (of course there is swearing. If you are adverse to swearing you wouldn’t have read Carry On).

A/N: This is the first fic I have ever posted anywhere, and for a publshed author i am extremely self-consious about my writing.Also, I don’t know anything about ballet, so let me know if I get anything wrong. Please be kind and bear in mind that I’ve never done this before. Enjoy! Later chapters posted when I’ve written them.

[Chapter 1] [Chapter 2] [Chapter 3] [Chapter 4] [Chapter 5] [Chapter 6]  [Chapter 7]  [Chapter 8]  [Chapter 9] [Chapter 10]  [Chapter 11]  [Chapter 12]  [Chapter 13] [Chapter 14]  [Chapter 15]  [Chapter 16]  [Chapter 17]  [Chapter 18]  [Chapter 19]  [Chapter 20]

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Baz

Shit

Shit.

How could she do this to me?

I glared at her and she stared back coolly. I rolled my eyes and gestured to the door.

“Can. I. Please. Speak. To. You. Alone.”

She followed me out into the hall. I could’ve sworn I was on fire, I was that angry.

Was I really angry, though?

Yes. Fuck off.

“Jemima. What do you think you are doing?”

Her stony brown eyes settled on mine. “You disputed my decisions. You disobeyed me. You disrupted the class. This is your punishment.”

I stepped back, running my hands through my hair. “Punishment? He’s the one that disrupted the class!”

“And you disrupted it more by arguing.”

“I came here to escape my past! This is an escape. This is mine. I came here to get away from my enemies, not to teach themballet!

“Basil.”

I locked my eyes on hers, and I was sure she thought I was going mad.

“Do you know who he is?” I snarled.

She laughed lightly. “Of course. He’s Simon Snow. The Greatest Mage. I knew as soon as he walked in – the magic flows off of him in waves.”

“You asked him for his name.” I pointed out.

“Of course I did. Had to be sure. But anyway, now you’re stuck with him… unless you want to quit school?” she was teasing me, her voice indicated it was a question but she already knew the answer. I had already given up so much to be here – I wasn’t going to give it up now. Not because of Snow.

And maybe, just maybe, I didn’t want to give him up, either.

Jemima smiled gracefully and walked back to her class without another word. I watched her with a blazing anger in my chest. Then I rolled my eyes and growled as I pushed through the doors into the room Simon was in. He jolted as I entered. His face went red and he ran his fingers through his hair.

He looked like a god. A stupid, embarrassed god, but a god all the same. His pure blue eyes and his hair like spun gold.The constellations that formed in the moles on his skin. The magic that left me feeling groggy if I inhaled too much of it. The effect he could have on me – it was stupid.

And the fact that he could do it in a tight, fluro yellow outfit? Ridiculous.

“What’s your problem?” he asked, seeing the anger coating my body. Then he seemed to realise that was a dumb question and shook his head, bronze curls swinging around madly.

Still, I told him. “Snow, don’t be stupid. My problem is that my fate is inexplicably bound to yours again. My problem is, if I don’t want to deal with you, I have to leave this place.”

He shrugged. “So?” his face was dripping with confusion. The poor, ignorant bastard. “Find another ballet school. I think I saw at least five on the way here.”

The fool.

I snarled at him and pushed him up against a wall, my arm across his throat like a steel bar.

“Anathema!” he shouted, before realising we weren’t at school any more, we didn’t share a room anymore, that the anathema couldn’t protect him anymore. His face fell and desperation clouded his eyes.

I could feel his hot breath on my face, and it smelled like cherry scones. Had he eaten them for lunch? He was breathing through his mouth, and I could see his brilliant white teeth from where I was. I leaned in, our faces just centimetres apart.

It wouldn’t be hard to sink my teeth into his neck, to bite that mole in the crook of it, to suck him dry.

It wouldn’t be hard to wrap my lips around his, to taste the sour cherry in his mouth, to finally let go.

Neither would be hard, but both were impossible.

“Snow,” I whispered in deadly tones, anger boiling in my stomach, “This place is the last safe place I have. I can’t just find another one.

His eyes softened slightly and I pushed away from him and turned my back, sneering in disgust.

“What do you mean?” he whispered gently, walking up behind me.

I shook my head. “It doesn’t matter.”

“No, Baz, what did you mean?” Simon said more insistently. He grabbed my arm and spun me around to face him.

Shit.

He had hold of my left arm, my bare forearm, and it felt like I was on fire. His hand was burning my skin, but not in a bad way. It felt so hot – and I mean that in every sense of the word. Where his skin touched mine, heat spread. It was spreading down to my fingertips, up to my shoulder. I could feel it in my ears and in my legs. My throat felt like it was closing up. I met his eyes, three inches below mine and not even that far away from me, and I pulled my arm away from him. He was standing so close. But I couldn’t talk to him if he was touching me, it just wouldn’t work. So I stepped back.

“I mean,” I growled, “that it’s none of your business.”

He frowned. I rolled my eyes.

“Snow, we’re done for today. I suppose I will see you tomorrow.”

I picked up my gym bag, switched off the radio, and stalked out the door.

How to Stay Happy: The Ultimate TC Guide

Hi lovelies! So I recently hit 100 followers, and although that won’t be a lot to some of you, it means a great deal to me given how small this community is and how recently I started my blog. I wanted to do something as a thank you, and although my blog is quite new, I have known my TC for two years. Over those two years I feel like I have learned a lot, and I wanted to share that with some of you guys so that you can hopefully have a more positive approach to your situation. If just one of these tips helps any of you guys then I’ll be over the moon. Enjoy! xo

1.   ACCEPT YOUR FEELINGS

Originally posted by personal-interest-in-you

You know your own emotions better than anyone. If you think you are falling for your TC, then trying to just ignore it and convince yourself otherwise will only cause you more stress in the long-run. Believe me, that moment of realisation where you accept that you have feelings for someone is like a weight off your shoulders.

2.   MAKE THE MOST OF YOUR SITUATION

Originally posted by ignitetheliight

Okay, so there’s no doubting that being in this kind of situation is…complex. For starters, there are numerous scenarios that may apply.

If your TC is currently your teacher, then make the most of getting to see them frequently in class.

If your TC works at your school but you aren’t in their class then you will still see them around school, and if not then see if you can pop down to their class/desk sometime. I’m sure they’d love to hear how you’re getting on if they haven’t seen you for a while.

And then possibly, the most difficult situation. Graduation. We don’t call it ‘graduation’ over here for leaving College, but that’s me right now. I will be going back into College for studying and exams, so will most likely see my TC again, but I accept that some of you may be in a situation where you feel a bit lost in regards to when or where you will next see your TC. Or, even if you are not in that situation yet, (unfortunately), you will be one day, and there are some important things to remember.

The main thing is to KEEP IN TOUCH. Even if it’s just an email address, take it with both hands! My TC was the first one to mention how he would continue to ‘mither’ me with emails after I left, and then we exchanged details on my last day. But if they don’t bring it up, don’t be afraid to take the first step! A simple, ‘I can give you my email address if you fancy staying in touch..?’ is completely acceptable and NORMAL for teachers and students at graduation. Most of them will want to know how their students make progress, especially if you had a particularly close bond. I accept that after two or more years of seeing them almost every day, an email address might seem like a bit of a down-grade, but hang in there! Emails don’t have to be robotic and impersonal. In fact, me and my TC created the foundations of our friendship via email as it was more practical, and we found out so much about each other. Besides, you can always arrange via email to meet them in person. Going back into school to visit your TC or going to grab a coffee and have a catch-up is completely normal! You’re both adults now, and you are no longer their student, so things will probably feel a lot more relaxed and comfortable – make the most if it!

Obviously, it all depends on what you and your TC are comfortable with, and this may depend on whether or not they are single. Just remember that if they aren’t single, as a manner of respect, it is best not to initiate any romantic or flirtatious gestures. Try to keep it on a close-friendship basis, (chances are they’ll respect you for it a lot more), and who knows what might happen from there!

3.   MAKE YOURSELF STAND OUT

Originally posted by bruciare-al-suolo

Chances are your TC is going to be working with, and have previously worked, with a lot of students. A lot. If you want to be someone who they remember, then use your best characteristics to your advantage. Do you always get complimented on your sense of humour? Try keeping things light-hearted and making your TC laugh! Personally I always get complimented on my positivity, which means that I’ve always been naturally smiley and friendly around people. My TC was quick to pick up on this and is now always glad to see me, often referring to me as ‘a ray of sunshine’. If you are surrounded by tired students who are unmotivated to work and would rather be at home, then why not be the one student who is happy to be at school? Simply being kind and polite is enough to make a good impression!

4.   IN TIMES OF NEED…

Originally posted by movies-quotes

So, I’m sure we’ve all had ‘dry-patches’ with our TC. Little or no contact for a few days or weeks (sometimes times are tough), and we just want to talk to them. Firstly, look at when you last spoke (in-person or via email). If you’ve already contacted them about something today and they haven’t responded yet, then it might be best to wait until tomorrow or until they respond. Don’t forget that they have a job to do, which can (sadly) be quite stressful and time-consuming in regards to keeping students on track to meet deadlines and pass exams. The best thing you can do is show your understanding for their busy schedule and check that they are coping with it all okay. They’re only human, after all!

However, if you feel like you need to contact your TC about something then remember that it’s completely fine to do so. It’s part of their job (and being a nice person) to look after their students and make sure they’re alright. When we have feelings, we tend to overthink everything, but any other student wouldn’t think twice before emailing a teacher about a concern, so don’t worry!

If you’re struggling with how to ‘take the first step’ and need an ‘excuse’ to contact your TC then try one of these…

-     Ask when the next half-term/Summer break starts. Honestly, I always go to my TC to ask about dates for things because College are a bit unorganised at keeping us informed with this stuff. It’s a completely legitimate reason to contact them, and they may well strike up a conversation from it!

-     Ask what topics you will be studying in class next. I’ve never tried this myself, but it’s a perfectly legitimate question, and shows enthusiasm for the subject which is always a plus!

-     Send them work from other classes. My TC isn’t a teacher, he’s a tutor, but he is always eager to see what work I am getting up to in my classes. In fact, I always send him my short stories before I pass them on to my Creative Writing teacher, and he loves reading what I’ve written! I’m sure that your TC would be interested in seeing some of the projects that you’re getting up to in other classes.

-     Tell them if you aren’t feeling your best. If the reason you want to contact them is because you’re feeling down or upset about something, don’t be afraid to do it! That’s what they’re there for! I’ve contacted my TC in the past about my problems, and he’s always been very supportive and I’ve ended up feeling a great deal better after having talked it over with him (either in person or via email)!

-     If you’ve read a book or seen a TV show/movie that you think they might like, tell them! This just ventures into the topic of ‘non-work related’ conversation, but is still semi-professional. Me and my TC are always talking about books, and we watch a lot of the same shows so tend to discuss the episodes after we’ve seen them. A great conversation-starter! But if it makes you feel more comfortable, stick with school-related books/media.

-     Cheer them up. As I mentioned previously, teaching or working with students in general can be very stressful, so I am sure they would always appreciate a joke or friendly message among all the madness. I know that my TC is always grateful for a good joke or pun between stressfully guiding students.

5.   SURROUND YOURSELF WITH THE RIGHT PEOPLE

Having a TC is no picnic, as I’m sure you all know. Not only do we often choose to hide our feelings from our teachers themselves, but from our friends and family. And it hurts, because usually these are the people who we talk to about this stuff.

Originally posted by doiwannaknow-no

If any of you do choose to tell your friends about your TC then be very careful. Only one of my friends knows, and she doesn’t go to my College. I didn’t want to tell any of my friends at the same College as me because I didn’t want to deal with the teasing and funny looks whenever he walked by, or their attempts to embarrass me in front of him. If you think your friends would act similarly then maybe think twice before telling them!

It’s important that anyone who you do tell isn’t going to cause you anxiety. My friend never teases me about my TC, but she often seems annoyed when I talk about him, or gives me advice such as, ‘You just need to get over him,’ and ‘You’ll find someone,’ and ‘Just forget about him’.

Being surrounded by negative views on your situation and bad advice is only going to cause you more stress. Instead, seek comfort in those who understand you. The TC Community! We’re all here for each other, and I have felt more support from these guys rather than anyone else. Talking to another TCer about a specific event or just your situation in general can really help you feel better and see things from a different perspective.

6.   TAKE A STEP BACK fromtheirsocialmedia

Originally posted by gurl

I know that some of you guys have your TCs on social media, or check on their profiles on social media. The thing is, if you’re feeling down about your TC – either in general or because of something that happened - checking their social media is NEVER a good idea, especially if your TC has a partner and/or children. You will most likely just end up seeing things that you would rather not. Photos of them with their family, with their partner, and it will only upset you more. I try not to check my TC’s social media because what I don’t know doesn’t hurt me. I have a much more positive outlook when I don’t see the photos and mushy statuses that he is posting, even though they are still there. Simply not looking and not knowing is usually for the best. Your imagination is usually nicer to you.

7.   TAKE THE TIME TO E-N-J-O-Y YOURSELF

Originally posted by booksdirect

This is so so so important! Being a student is stressful enough, but having a TC can be the tipping point. It’s important to remember among all of these feelings of heartbreak and confusion and elation to enjoy ourselves. Take the time to do your favourite things. Watch your favourite TV show or movie, read a book, write a poem, dip things in chocolate, perfect your photography skills, go out to lunch, take a walk, watch a funny YouTube video, meet up with friends, bake some cookies etc etc …

This is by no means a way of ‘distracting’ yourself from your TC. If your mind is able to wander away from them for a while, then excellent! But don’t beat yourself up over it. Honestly, I think I cause myself MORE stress worrying over how often my TC is on my mind than I do by actually thinking about him. This all goes back to my first point (full circle, woo!) of accepting your feelings. Honestly, sometimes you just can’t forget about your TC that easily, and some things will remind you of them. Just remember to still take the time to do the things that you love, and in the long-run, it may give you more things to talk about with them. Maybe you’ll discover a cookie recipe that you HAVE to share, or a book that you know they’ll love.

Here are some of my go-to smile-inducing supplies:

BOOK: The Rosie Project by Graeme Simsion (and the sequel – The Rosie Effect).
An adorable yet unconventional romance, completely lovely and cheerful all-round! Read it read it read it.

MOVIE: We Bought a Zoo.
I don’t even care that this is a family/kid’s movie. It’s s-t-u-n-n-i-n-g, light-hearted yet emotional and thoroughly entertaining. If you need a cheer-up, then sit down with this movie and some snacks.

MOVIE: The Age of Adaline
Lovely and uplifting. Possibly my favourite movie of all time, it stars the beautiful Blake Lively and is a story of love, family and time. At least check out the trailer!

MOVIE: We’re The Millers
If you need a laugh! I was in stitches the whole way through, and the cast includes Jennifer Aniston and Emma Roberts. That’s enough reason to watch, right?

TV SHOW: Pretty Little Liars
It’s quite a big thing to get yourself into, but I still recommend it. And bonus – Aria and Ezra are a teacher/student couple.

TV SHOW: Modern Family
Totally light-hearted and humorous, it’s the kind of show that you can either binge-watch or just watch an episode every now and then when you have a free twenty minutes. Each episode has a lovely message that comes to light at the end, so you’re bound to feel uplifted afterwards!

YOUTUBE VIDEOS

Zoella’s Speech Jammer Challenge with Mark Ferris. Even if you don’t know these guys (firstly you totally should, they’re the lights of my life) then give it a watch! I’m sure you’ll still be lol-ing.

Zoella’s Awful Car-Singing Vlog. Mark is in this vlog too, but Zoe and Mark are beyond the funniest guys I’ve found on YouTube. Full of throwback tunes too, so a bonus!

Zoella’s ‘Seagull Poo Attack’ Vlog. Another vlog with…guess who! Mark! They’re just too funny together.

Zoella’s ‘All The Emotions’ Vlog. Another funny one with Mark, totally uplifting and lol-worthy.

The Suggs’ Home Videos. Zoe and her brother Joe watching some of their old home-videos. Super amusing.

Tess Christine’s Christmas Cookie Fail. Tess tries to make Christmas cookies with her boyfriend, but they don’t go to plan. A lovely festive video, and these guys are just naturally hilarious when they’re together.

Uptown Funk in Car Lip-Sync. Barely a summary needed, but a must-see. So hilarious, so passionate. Just enjoy.

Zachory Piona Vines. This guy always gets me laughing.

Cooking With Ian Harding | Shay’s Kitchen. Totally sweet and random and hilarious.

My point is…watching random YouTube videos sometimes makes for good therapy. Trust me.

8.   SING IT OUT

Originally posted by jessi-ortizr

Music can be verrrrrry helpful at helping you express your emotions through words you can’t say, giving a new perspective on your situation, or just making you want to dance! I’ve compiled some of my favourite songs to listen to (nothing immense, because that would call for a whole new post…) depending on how you’re feeling!

WHEN SOMETHING GOOD HAS HAPPENED WITH YOUR TC AND YOU’RE FEELING GR8

Hey Na Na by Katie Herzig.

Hot by Avril Lavigne.

Hands to Myself by Selena Gomez.

How I Want Ya by Dev.

Popular Song by Mika ft. Ariana Grande (just a bundle of joy).


WHEN YOUR TC ISN’T SINGLE

You Belong With Me by Taylor Swift.

Girlfriend by Avril Lavigne.

Teardrops on My Guitar by Taylor Swift.


FEELING SAD ABOUT YOUR TC

Suggestions by Orelia


FEELING FRUSTRATED WITH YOUR TC/SITUATION

Same Old Love by Selena Gomez.


TRYING TO CONTAIN YOUR FEELINGS

Things I’ll Never Say by Avril Lavigne.


PREPARING FOR GRADUATION

Do it All Over Again by Sapphire Elia

I’ll Wait For You by Fior

Please Don’t Leave Quite Yet by Adam Agin


LOOKING TO THE FUTURE

Anything Could Happen by Ellie Goulding

5 Years Time by Noah and The Whale


Alright, so those are all the tips I can provide from my own experiences on trying to remain positive!! Remember to take care of yourself, have fun, do what you love, take chances and remember what Taylor Swift told one of her fans:

“I think we grow up thinking the only love that counts as true love is the kind that lasts forever or is fully realized. When you have a broken heart, the first thing a stranger will ask is ‘how long were you two together?’ As if your pain can be determined by how long you were with someone. Or if you were with them at all. I don’t think that’s how it works. I think unrequited love is just as valid as any other kind. It’s just as crushing and just as thrilling. No matter what happens in this situation, I want you to remember that what you are doing is selfless and beautiful and kind. You are loving someone purely because you love them, not because you think you’ll ever have your affections reciprocated. You are admiring something for its beauty, without needing to own it. Feel good about being the kind of person who loves selflessly. I think someday you’ll find someone who loves you in that exact same way.“

Ah, you can always rely on Taylor for a good note to end on. Take care lovelies, and my askbox is always open for your questions/musings/general chatter.

Keep smiling,
Belle.
x

SCM: The Royal Red Myth Ch. 5

Pairing: King X MC
Genre:
mostly romance, maybe some angst and drama later in the series
MC’s Name:
Rhea
Word Count:
778
Chapters:
[1] [2] [3] [4] [5] [6] [7] [8] [9] [9 Bonus] [10] [11] [12] [13] [14] [15] [16] [17] [18] [19 Deleted] [19] [20] [21] [22] [23 Forbidden Ending]

Tagging: yamyyams, smile-smile-ichthys, icedragonsprincess, mafiaprincesskiss, the-spacebetween-us, alleykatgotgames, mycrzyobsessions, 01paige01, xcoticallyxquizit

I’m sorry for not posting the past two days! I’ve had it written, but I didn’t want to post for personal reasons. I’ve actually got the next 3 and a half chapters written and I thought about combining this and the next chapter, but I actually like being ahead of what I’ve posted because it stressed me out less sooo yeah. Plus sometimes, I like to incorporate comments that you guys make into my story (Heather, Ikky wouldn’t have been in this fic much without you! And Anna, you already know how your comment was incorporated into this chapter since I read it to you last night XD)

Anyway, sorry it’s short, but you’ll be getting a chapter per day for the next 3 days at least, so try not to be too upset with me T_T

Hope you enjoy~

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The baby isn’t really sleeping anymore...

I’ve work primarily as a nanny for the last decade. This winter, I took a job as an infant nanny in a suburb of Boston. I began this job at the end of January. Baby Catherine was only 2 months old, and my responsibilities consisted mainly of washing her laundry, feeding her, diapering, and putting her down for naps. She was very easy - slept well, ate well, was developing well and growing at a good pace. She seemed to like me more and more each day.

Although it was January, I took her out in the stroller when the wind wasn’t too cold. The neighborhood where the baby lived was pretty nice. Tree lined streets, large yards, the houses well spaced apart. A fair mix of older, Victorian homes and newer constructions. The baby’s house sat at the end of a dead-end street. It was fairly isolated, with a wooded area across the street and at the end of the road. The house next door was very old and in a state of disrepair. I never saw any signs of life when we passed by. Walking past gave me the willies.

I asked Catherine’s parents about the property. What her dad said to me has stuck with me.

“No, it isn’t abandoned, although it ought to be condemned. An old woman lives there, alone. She seems to be one of those hoarder people, but if you ask me, she looks more like a witch.” I laughed, but he had a serious look on his face. “She frightens my wife,” he continued. “She had an.. encounter with her one time, with the baby. We stay away from her.” He wouldn’t elaborate on his wife’s encounter.

February brought us epic snow storms, and our stroller outings ceased until mid-March, when sidewalks were clear of snow and the Siberian winds had more or less abated. I’d been feeling stir-crazy, and so had Catherine, and so I was excited to bundle her into her stroller on the first warm-ish day and go for a walk.

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